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Plan schedule is posted here: https://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/ilu...proving-95975/
With blue color I marked goals with "working in progress" status
With green color I marked reached goals
With red color I marked failed, missed or deleyed goals
With orange color I marked partly reached goals
G2g - Goal-to-goal
PoA - Point of Awarness
PoA' - Corrected Point of Awarness
(More about g2g and PoA here: https://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/ilu...warness-96103/)

I come back to home. End of week 21 was a little mess because of that - clearing my cabin for new crew mate, checking and packing my staff, traveling, drinking in hotel with old crew members, unpacking my laguage in home etc. In week 22 I was very lazy and I did nothing for my training. Its not like I was unmotivated or something happened. It was pure laziness. In recompensation I will expanse my training by 1 week.

Week 23 was difficulty for me. It was hard to come back to my rutine especially I was in "new" enviroment (new I mean new for this training. Before my day schedule was dependent by my work. Now all my days are free and I need to start new rutine



Dream Recalling
Week 21
Avarage dream memory - 1
Median - 1
Max dream memory - 1
Min dream memory - 1

Week 22
Avarage dream memory - N/A
Median - N/A
Max dream memory - N/A
Min dream memory - N/A

Week 23
Avarage dream memory - 1.4
Median - 1
Max dream memory - 3
Min dream memory - 0

Nothing special to report.

Recalling at beginning: 0-3 at any quality
Goal: Dream Median 4-6 at any quality
Month 1: Dream Median 0-3 at any quality
Month 2: Dream Median 1-3 at any quality
Month 3: Dream Median 2-4 at any quality
Month 4: Dream Median 3-5 at any quality
Month 5: Dream Median 4-5 at any quality
Month 6: Dream Median 4-6 at any quality

Meditation

Still I'm doing only one meditation per day. I don't have motivation for doing it twice per day

Goals: 2x20 minutes
Month 1: 2x5 minutes
Month 2: 2x7minutes
Month 3: 2x10 minutes
Month 4: 2x12 minutes
Month 5: 2x15 minutes
Month 6: 2x20 minutes

Day awareness
Week 21
Average PoA - 330
Correction - N/A

Week 22
Average PoA - N/A
Correction - N/A

Week 23
Average PoA - 327
Correction - 0.73

Nothing special to report.

Goal: Reach “very high awarness” level
Month 1: “Non-zero” (> 0 PoA)
Month 2: “Occasionally” (> 48 PoA and correction > 0.40)
Month 3: “Low awarness” (> 144 PoA and corr. > 0.45)
Month 4: “Moderate awarness” (> 240 PoA and corr. > 0.50)
Month 5: “High awarness” (> 336 PoA and corr. > 0.55)
Month 6: “Very high awarness” (> 432 PoA and corr. > 0.60)

Morning: (somewhere along 5am-7am)

I was staying in a mansion of sorts. Reminds me somehow of Victorias. There was very white pug that wants to be scratched on the belly. I was waiting for someone or some people. There were cars. The place feels familiar from another dream.

Afternoon-Evenng: (around 5pm-7pm)

I was looking for something. I ended up near or on the old place I was renting (doesn't look like it IRL). Some people are renting the place. I needed to get something there or do something. A massage? I went in. Lico was there? It wasn't him at first. There are two other rooms. One room was for business. I asked for the price. I got an answer but forgot it immediately. It was a decent, big office but mostly empty. I thought it'd be great to have the center there. It's in Mandaluyong.

I went in. It was dark but not blinding dark. Just no light but I can see a bit. The landlady(?) handed me the papers but gave it to Lico first for checking. I asked again about the rent. I think I mentioned 18k, but I think she scoffed. I told Lico I'll just ask her when she's not busy since she seems to be going about. I left along with the others. I thought about how nice would be to stay in that place. Then I realized everybody left, and the place would be empty. I wondered if it's for rent now, and if I can get a discount. That would be nice: a place all for me.

We walked down the stairs and along the street. It was evening, and it felt more like a medieval evening with its cobblestone sidewalk, not the light-filled evening of Metro Manila. It's reminiscent of a 3 a.m. Manila. Mostly quiet, few people about. A hint of danger.

We kind of got separated, some of us walking with others. I was kind of in the middle. In the back, I saw two of ours (a male and a female) approach another (a couple of males). The approached male reminds me of a BL actor. They were all wearing black suit/pants/dress. We continued walking.

We somehow ended up near the shore. And then I noticed that some of our group that went ahead are walking and almost drowning in the water. They just kept walking. Some of us realized and helped them. However, an old man and an old woman are already dead, and somehow both naked.

Somehow it seems that some of us were possessed or pretended to be possessed and killed them. One guy in particular was walking and I felt like kicking him in the face. Not sure if he was lying. It was daytime then.

(dreamed this in the afternoon)

I was lining up for a ticket. I saw Nimz with a few others I'm not familiar with. People lined up (facing in my direction), not sure for what but I was thinking it's for buying a ticket for a ride. It reminds me of the line in train stations. At first, there was only one line, and then there were two. Nimz and his companions tried to start a third one between the two lines, but his companions decided to line at the back of one of the two other lines, leaving him alone in the center. Eventually, he decided to line up behind.

I went ahead. I already had my ticket. I rode the boat. I'm not sure if I was supposed to wait for Nimz. I don't have any memory of us talking. I remember having to put down my ticket at the entrance box. I think my number was 438, close to ticket 420. I sat on the right side of the boat/ship looking at the port, wondering why I didn't wait for Nimz.

One of our high school teachers was a "guide" in the boat. Ms. Barcelona. She started a prayer and I recited along but forgot the words. It's a familiar prayer. After the prayer, the boat started to move. I saw us back away from the port and move towards open waters.

I saw then that the boat was small, probably only about three to four meters high, no more. I was wondering how it will survive the open waters. Then I saw I was headed east or west, but not north. I was aiming for north. I also saw the tall waves, higher than our boat was long, but nobody in the boat was panicking, except for me.

I saw an orange cliff in the middle of the waters, the waves breaking into it, constantly almost-hiding it under the choppy waters but not completely. I asked Ms. Barcelona where we're headed. I expected "Iloilo", but she said "Cebu", which is even farther than I thought. I told her I took the wrong boat: I was heading for Manila.

We were facing another wave, which carried us very close to the cliff, almost hitting it. I told them I had to go down, although I doubted they would go back to port for my sake alone. Fortunately, we moved to a nearby island. As soon as I was near the shore, I jumped down on the sand. I climbed something like a wall or cliff. When I reached about two meters up, I saw there were others on the shore. I'm not sure if they got off the boat like myself or if they were already there.

I went down "the other side" of the wall/cliff and ran on the shore to where I thought some people would be. The surrounding "cliffs" turned to walls and ruins. I was thinking I was in a forest and talking to someone about hunting wild boar, if I'm ready for it. I kept running.

NOTES:

- This was a very vivid dream. At one point, I became lucid, but cannot control anything. It was very quick lucidity.
- I think this one is rather easy to interpret in light with my recent concerns.
- I haven't had dreams this vivid in a while. I've been forgetting to write my dreams.

I had tsunami dream second time.

In first dream. I am lying on the beach sunbathing with friends and boyfriend and i notice tsunami coming. It was soooo huge. And it seemed so real. I run to them and start running. I quickly realize I didn't wait for my boyfriend and feel bad for it. And he catches up. We run together toward the hill/mountain and start climbing. All the rocks around are light red-sand color. We are fast, but some rocks are not stable and fall as we grab them. At the end we made it. We climb the top and only a puddle came to near our feet. I think after, when all was over, I went back to that beach, not sure who was with me. But it felt like I am there for some reason.

Last night I had similar dream again but including other guy. (my sort of ex boyfriend, but situation is complex so am gonna call him boyfriend too) Me and my boyfriend were at the shore. Again it was rocky ambient. Again I noticed tsunami coming. We were in this caffe made out of glass, and i pulled him in the other room which was more inside (but all glass walls around). And when the wave was closed I though myself in front of him to protect him. The wave came and it broke all the glass. I saw little pieces of glass flying in front of water like in action movies. I dont remember the result but i think we were fine, both of us. After everything was over, I came back with my parents to that place. At the shore there was a tap sticking out of rock and empty bucket under it. I was sitting with my brother a bit further. There was something scary in the air. There was kind of waiting for some information. Maybe even I could hear radio in the background. Something bad was about to happen in the world. We were waiting to see if somebody out there is going to do that bad thing, and if he did poison would start to drip from the tap. There was even something apocalyptic in that dream.

I'm sort of going through rough period emotionally. And I think dreams (I dream a lot of weird and exhausting things lately) are trying to help me but I just don't get them. The thing is I am kinda on the fence between these two guys from two dreams and have to pick which way to go in my life - first dream is with newer guy and it feels so light and nice to be with him, and in second dream is old boyfriend, relationship with him drained me but he is (used to be) my love maybe i need to try harder. This is first dream that repeated with different 'actors'. That's why it might be important to me. If anybody feels inspired for any interpretation I would greatly appreciate it.

Hope I am posting at right place.
Thank you
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As I fall asleep, I practice visualizing and mentally exploring my "base". It has gotten more detailed as it has grown organically over time. I've only managed to reach it in one lucid dream, which was blurry and short, but... well, time and patience. I think part of my problem is that I tend to think of it as 'home', but when my dreaming mind goes "home" I end up in old apartments and bedrooms. I may need to rename/reframe it as something else, like Focal Point, or simply the Cottage. It will be a good springboard, once I manage to make it into a stable setting.

I've worked on visualizing it as I fall asleep at first not because I expect to have my first lucid dream there (there's a great deal of NREM before your first dream) but because I want visualizing that setting to become automatic for my V-WILDs later at night.

I've had a lot more success with V-WILD than anything else, although the dreams tend to be "fuzzier" - not sure why. They tend to fade quickly. I suppose it's something I'll need to work on.

My first few dreams... I don't recall them. I wake up. It's 7-8 in the morning and I don't need to get up any time soon, so I let myself start drifting off to sleep. I decide to try a WILD but I'm too sleepy to want to put much effort into it, so I decide to drift and latch onto the first setting that presents itself.

That setting is the store that I work in. It is a dreamlet that I am standing behind the row of cash registers. I am still mostly awake at this point, but I decide to go with it. I mentally "walk" out from behind the counter and start walking toward the market section of the store.

As I "walk", the visualization gains vividness and clarity. It begins to become more than merely a visualization, although it is not yet a dream. In the past, I may have tried to "push" it into a full blown lucid dream, but that mistake can cause the dream to collapse. I have learned to simply let it gently glide into a dream.

By the time I reach the center of the market, it has become a full blown dream. It's still "thin", though (hard to explain). I am standing in market. The layout has changed, though, and it's not the store I recognize. I'm standing next to an open refrigerated section with several shelves lined with cartons of fruit - strawberries, raspberries, blackberries, etc. The dream begins to fade a little bit. I run my hands over the fruit, trying to stabilize it. It doesn't seem to work very well. I remember that I need to engage more than one sense, and one of those senses is taste. I grab a strawberry and try to shove it into my mouth, but there is something like a force-field in front of my mouth, preventing me from doing so. I can't seem to put it in my mouth with my hand, so I toss it into the air and catch it in my mouth. It tastes how I would expect a strawberry to taste. I begin walking down the aisle, and the dream fades.

When another dream begins, I am no longer lucid, although I still have an instinctive feeling that what is happening is not "real", although I am not sure why.

I am riding in a small, worn wooden boat across a gunmetal gray lake, toward a barren shore. The sky is overcast and gray, and the lake is very flat and still. There is a man waiting for me on the shore. He is very tall and thin - almost gaunt - and dressed in odd-looking dull gray leather armor. There is a thick red woolen scarf wound around his shoulders, neck, and the bottom half of his face. He has messy black hair. I think of him as my cousin, even though he is nothing like any of my cousins in real life except for being very tall. I reach the shore and step out of the boat. The dream shifts and fades.

I later had other dreams, but they were fragmented and I can't recall them.

I find it amazing that my dreams sometimes seem to be themed for the night. My recall has been a little better lately and I've been trying like hell to get lucid naturally.

1:17AM

Some dorm room party. I find my cousin and party with him. I can't find any beer but I find some rum/tea mixture.

I am outside at night walking home. Some old lady on a bridge about 10 feet up wants my help. She crosses her arms and falls back and I catch her. We are now on some shore in bleachers waiting for a boat. Then I see flashing lights to my left and know someone is coming. The lights go out and now we are confused and disoriented by a strobe light. It is 3 guys trying to rob us of our electronics. I see my phone and GP on the seat next to me. He takes it. I feel they are too important to let him. I fight him and only can he flashes of the action. Then he falls and bashes his head on a large rock. I slam his head again and it kills him. His face looks like Gollum. At the last of the fight my phone and GP fall and shatter to a million peices. I somehow kill the other guys. Now, I am severely hurt. I feel like my mouth is busted up and I spit out a lot of blood. I hear someone say, "He hemorrhaging." Someone points to a hospital down the street. I slowly limp there wheezing and gasping for breath. I check in with a nurse and she asks, "What have you been taking?" All I can say is, "I'm drunk."

Other dreams forgotten

Time unknown

First part is hazy... something happens. I park a large pickup with a trailer. I had stashed some stole bank cash in the bushes and came back for it. My buddy went in a house to do something. I sneak out and get the money. I see a lot of paper coin rolls and stacks of really large bills. They are in various plastics bags all in a paper sack. I snatch the money and get back in the truck. I am very nervous that someone saw me. My buddy comes back and I talk to him. We leave. It's day time now and a cop follows us. We stay cool and he turns off. I think we need to switch vehicles. I see C.H. in a yellow bug in front of us. We plan to get in with him but he has a wreck in font of us. He decides to run and hit another car. I talk how surprised I am that a minister would do this. He gets out and runs on foot. I hope he jacks another car without being seen.

5:16AM

I am at work waiting for some meeting to start. There are some invented devices. One drills into plastic and runs on clean burning fuel rather than electric. I think I know the mixture and we have the chemical. It's Isopropyl Alcohol and another ingredient. I think I should mix some up real quick but think I won't have time. There is a display in the middle of a table. That one guy I don't know his name from work created it. It looks like a star wars game. I see you can control storm troopers. I wake up.

6:51 a.m.

I was traveling with mom. She asked where to buy gasoline. I pointed at the station nearby. We went there and the guy charged 1000 pesos. We think he overcharged, and mom thought it was simply horrendous, but instead of disputing it, we moved on.

I was shopping in a grocery/bookstore. I was looking at a Combos pack that uses Graham as its 'shell.' I only had a few hundred to spend, and it costs over 50 pesos, but I took it anyway. I also thought of buying Kopiko Brown coffee. I'm not sure if I did. I kept walking around. I saw some interesting books on self-development and magick. I think some tarot decks as well. I passed by a stall with some interesting mantras. A man was also interested and was checking it out. The saleslady/owner asked me to hold on to the paper which may fly away.

Sasuke was put in a machine. It's supposed to copy his Sharingan. Somebody traded something for it. A scroll? We pulled him out of the machine, alive fortunately, and the guy who traded for the sharingan is already 'wearing' it on his eye. He thanked us for the trade, although a bit smugly if you ask me.

I was near the sea. The beach. I was with a friend, and I was carrying my trusty, point-and-click camera. We saw a HUGE fish very close to the shore; it looked like a huge 'sapsap,' almost like a sunfish in size. Its 'dorsal fin' is above the water level, but I can see very clearly underneath, and it wasn't deep at all. At first I thought it was dead. It was moving but maybe it was just the waves. Then it positively swam parallel to the shoreline, to our left (away from us). After that, we saw more, and I took more pictures. One was a long fish, and there are other fishes bigger than a person.

I was in a gym. We were either exercising, doing aerobics, or having a workshop of sorts. I never really figured it out. Everything was fine. I think it was my second time there. It was not 'light,' and most of the lights seem to be off, but there are enough for us to see each other although we're dominated mostly by shadows. After some time, I realize I was naked. This didn't bother me, but it obviously bothered most everyone else. Slowly, they distanced from me. I then noticed most, if not all, of them are females. I thought, if they were offended by my genitals, I could just cover it or wear my boxers. And they could just say so. They were wearing in exercise clothing. After a while, I just looked for my boxers and wore it.

Outside the street, we were talking of how to get home.

11-12-12

Due to not writing this down upon waking, I have lost my memory of a fair amount of it. (I didn't want to write it down because there was just SO MUCH to it!)

At the beginning, I was doing something I don't remember, and then I went into this sort of cafe/floral mall. After exploring around a bit (man, I LOVE exploring!), I ended up working there for the day. At the end of the day, there occurs a gap in my memory.

Anyways. When my memory picks up, I'm on a shore talking to someone that reminds me of my dad about some destination or something. He hands me an advanced volt meter just like my dad has back home and turns the dial to a certain setting. He told me to input a certain set of numbers that seem much like coordinates, and I did. The screen flickered, and then started up like a colored pixel display. (e.g., an LCD.) A horizon appeared on it, and as I would tilt the meter, the image would shift. The image also would shift relative to some unseen variable, and I assumed (accurately) that I was to keep it stabilized -- with both the horizon and the sun, centered, in view.
As I did, we began to float and then to fly away from the shore we had been standing on. We flew in a straight line toward the sun, and soon we were flying over parallel, minecraft-style (read: blockish) outcroppings on a shallows. An out-of-place tree was on one of the outcroppings.
Outcroppings? I don't know... like a sandbar, but made of secure dirt. With grass. Like in Minecraft.

Quickly we arrived at the shore, and all the land about us was like im Minecraft, except it was like the generation algorithms were actually accurate to real life. (sans dirtbar-outcroppings)
I don't remember what we did there or what the purpose was in us going there, but I do remember that it was a pretty awesome if not somewhat mystic sort of place.


Another breaks occurs in my memory, and then I'm in my dorm room (sort of). A is there, and she's reeeeaaaaly tired. I'm pretty much hugging her nearly-bare self to keep her from falling in a heap onto the floor. I look to the other person in the room (Maybe J or M) and ask the something, but they're "not sure".
I decide to lay A down on the bed, but when I do she pulls me down on top of her. I realize that she's already completely fallen asleep and decide to just forget it (that is, whatever it was I was worrying about) and go to bed there.
And so, for the first time ever, I actually fall asleep in my dream.

When I woke to real life, I could still feel her sleeping there, even though I was alone.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out walking along some damp, sandy shoreline with my sister and my oldest nephew. It was a nice, sunny day. The water was to our right. We were probably pretty close to the water, too. The shore itself was probably pretty narrow.

We passed some really beautiful scene on our left. There was a big, beautiful lawn (though the grass may have seemed to be a little dried and yellowy). At the end of the lawn was some kind of beautiful, classical mansion or palace or plaza.

I can't really remember it that well at all. It was gleaming white, and it had a lot of columns. There were people in some non-modern dress walking around on the grounds and in or near the structure. Parts of the grounds may have been open from the shore. Other parts may have been separated from the shore by a fence.

My sister pointed to the beautiful scene and said, "This reminds me a lot of my trip to Italy."

For some odd reason I took a really sarcastic tone with my sister. I said, "Pfft! There's nothing like that in real life!" (??? ) I then either said, "That's only a painting," or, "That should really remind you of a painting."

My sister and nephew and I were now walking in the downtown area of some smaller town. We three seemed to be among the few people out on the street.

It was still a nice, sunny day. We walked down a street with dark tan or brownish buildings that were probably around eight to twelve stories tall.

Suddenly I saw, across the street from us, a huge helicopter descending from above the building tops. The helicopter had a dull, blue underside. It was shaped a bit awkwardly, like if you were to put an old, corded phone's receiver into a blanket and then try to make a rectangle out of that mass.

The helicopter was moving pretty slowly. It was still descending, and it looked like it was directed toward us. I'm -- pretty sure -- that at this time I recalled a time IWL in 2002 when I was in downtown Santa Fe, New Mexico, and a huge, black, military copter floated down toward me and seemed to follow and watch me for half a block or so.

I'm pretty sure that I was really worried that this helicopter was going to do the same thing to me. I had been really afraid in Santa Fe -- so afraid, I'd had to hold onto a wall near me to stay standing.

But I didn't want my sister and nephew to see me that way. So I tried to show that I was actually interested in this aircraft, rather than that I was afraid of it.

But as the helicopter descended, it turned out that I really was more interested in it than afraid of it. The helicopter actually looked like some form of public transportation -- like a bus, but with propellers instead of wheels!

I could see now that the helicopter-bus was going to land and unload passengers at a building on the corner of a block just up ahead and across the street from us. I ran toward that building, leaving my sister and nephew behind.

I got into the building. It was like a hollowed-out lobby of an office building, but with something to its atmosphere that made it seem like a bus station. There were concrete pillars through the room. The window-walls of the lobby must have been tinted, because the light coming in was kid of smoky-amber colored. The floors may have been covered in a short, tight, brown carpet.

I'd come in through some doors to the left of the corner of the building. But the helicopter, I saw, had landed at the corner of the building. There were some hospital-like, sliding-glass doors that opened along with the opening of the helicopter's doors. A little wheelchair-ramp-type structure went down from the doors to the floor.

I ran up to the sliding glass doors as they opened. There were no passengers in the helicopter-bus, even though the helicopter-bus had apparently landed to let passengers off.

The pilot stood just outside of the bus for a moment or two. He was tall, white, with a kind of big belly. He had short, shaggy, red hair and a short, shaggy beard. He wore squarish eyeglasses.

I didn't say anything to the man. I just stood there, kind of awed that I was seeing such a new, incredible element of public transportation.

The man understood my feelings, though. He said, "Well, it's fun for now. But the city'll get rid of it soon. This is the new thing. And when the next new thing comes around, they'll forget all about this thing."

I now spoke to the man, but it was like I was speaking to him in my head, or through narration, as I was heading back out onto the street, out to my sister and nephew.

I told the man, "Oh, no -- they'll never get rid of this. It's too great! And it makes so much sense. It's so efficient!"

I may now have been telling my sister and nephew something as we watched the helicopter lift up and away. The helicopter seemed to be going right back in the direction it had come from. So did we. We seemed to be walking right back down the block we'd walked up.

I was an anime school girl with long blue hair, wielding a sword. At sunset, in a rest-house beside the beach, I was in a battle with a guy I didn't know. He threw me a sword shorter than the one I have, so I had two weapons, and he had one (a sword, too). We fought and I beat him. Outside, my allies waited for me (a guy and a girl). I walked to the shore and pierced my longer sword in the light-brown sand. I gestured my ally (the guy) to do the same. Then at a fast speed, we were flying above the water, but still touching the surface. Almost like swimming without kicking our feet, but not quite. My ally was just behind me.

The sea was blue, but as we got farther, it turned green. When we were near the horizon, the sun setting disappeared and was replaced instead with high dark-gray-colored walls. As I turned to swim back, it became night and I was no longer an anime school girl, I was me in flesh. Gradually, the dark water became a rough road. Then I was riding a motorbike. I wasn't sure if I was being chased or I was racing against some bikers. I at last arrived home. My mom, dad, brother, and sister were there.

I was with a group of people, in a resort or something. There are huts (or something), and I saw people playing cards. There's a main one-floor building nearby, and other huts near the shore. I went inside one, and found a bandaged demi-human, playing the stereo. Then he got annoyed because the stereo in the other hut is playing too loud. He increased the volume of his own stereo. I left, thinking he would hear his own stereo better if he put it facing the inside of the hut instead of outside.

There was some sort of a meeting. I saw LGBT books lined on the sea wall. One has a yellow cover, with a drawing of a chick, as if it's inside the egg.

Then I was with another group of people, and they were holding someone hostage. Flora? They were talking about something, when someone who looked like me, wearing stylish army clothing (?). He said he was fascinated by them (demi-humans).

They attacked him with swords, and they moved very fast. He (I?) also moved fast, avoiding them, while talking to them at the same time. He asked what more they are asking for. He didn't specify what, but I got the idea that he was talking about how great they are in speed and other talents.

Eventually, he (I?) was caught.

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Dreamsigns:

demi-human
hostage
physical attack

I was in a beach of sorts. Somehow, I "felt" that it was a beach south of our hometown (Manapla), but I can't quite pinpoint, and it didn't matter anyway.

I was traveling with some people, and I believe we were trying to run away from some people. The mood at this point was yellowish, and so is the color theme.

Then I was in one of the cottages by the beach, and Ms. Monique was there, talking to me about business or job. I'm not quite sure. I was looking at people arriving and having fun by the beach. There was narrow "river" in front of the cottage, and I thought it was deep, until a kid ran over the length of it.

Then I was looking for Reggie. I wanted to talk to him. I looked for his blog and left a message.

I was also surprised that there are a lot of people there. I did not expect it to be that popular.

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Dreamsigns:

chase
Reggie (haven't seen him for more than a year, and he lives elsewhere)
Monique (haven't seen her for quite some time)

I find myself on a beach enjoying the warm sun as I strolled along the shore. I never liked swimming at the beach so I continued to walk down before I noticed a crowd forming away from the shore. I walked over and by the time I had gotten there, a few hundred feet away from the shore, they began to cheer as if some competition was going on. I looked back and noticed a few people running toward the water and I was under the impression that they had to swim out and come back in a race. So I watched for a moment before I was distracted by the dark stormy clouds looming over the ocean.


The crowd began to gasp at the same time that I noticed huge waves forming on the horizon on the deep end of the ocean. They just kept getting bigger and bigger as they arrived, till they stood what seemed several hundred yards tall.

(similar to this, but still out in the ocean)

Several of the people that went out to swim in the race began to run back, others just stared in shock, and some brave few continued to swim. I remembered I had seen my father earlier so I began to panic as to where he was. I stumbled and pushed through the crowd, which seemed to piss them off, I was confused because I thought the instinct to run from a freak tsunami was appropriate but they all seemed nonchalant. I then found my dad smoking a cigarette also completely unphased by what was coming toward us. I was confused but figured maybe I was over reacting, so I sat down on some steps in front of the crowd, when I heard a booming sound of an aircraft floating above us.


It looked much like the millennium falcon but taller in height and much more squared. It flew over us for a moment before jetting off into the sky. Suddenly I found myself in a bus and people were screaming as other spaceships were looming over us and at one point I heard a huge laser beam crackling down and saw it destroying the pavement in front of the bus. As it came closer to us I shut my eyes, wondered where on earth my dad was, what was going to happen to us, and I thought of various problems in my life which at that moment seemed so utterly pointless now that I was faced with death. I kept them shut as I heard the yelling of everyone, feeling people push me out of the way so they could run; but I knew there was no point, we were going to die either way.

For a moment behind my eyes, I saw a depth that was endless, much like I see in deep meditations some times. I felt so peaceful and I had no more fear of death, all I could do was wait. I opened my eyes, and saw the bus operating normally and everything was peaceful. I open my eyes again and I see and feel the tide calmly pushing and pulling on my feet as I felt the sand underneath me eroding. I open my eyes again and I'm in an aquarium, I realize I was here before what I thought was the beginning of my dream. I open my eyes again and I awake in bed.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I seem to be more motivated to record my dreams when I'm in school. Holidays and weekends, less so.

Last night, I dreamed that I was on a balcony, overlooking some sort of Caribbean-style ocean, and the time appeared to be twilight. The ocean water was mint green and blue, getting darker as it radiated out towards the horizon. I knew the balcony was right where the ocean water hit the beach; if I were to look down, I would see the sand.

There was a square night table, probably only a foot high at most, which was made out of light wood, like oak. It wasn't polished and the edges were still sharp as if it hadn't been sanded down. It was basically slabs of wood that were shaped like a small table, but in my mind (at the time, anyways) it was normal. There was one large drawer in the front of it with a basic round handle, also made of unpolished wood. I pulled it out and saw a closed laptop. It was black with thin, white rubber grips on the sides, and a silver top. There was no logo on top, so I don't know what brand or type of laptop it was.

I put it on the short table, ignoring the fact that even though the drawer was still way open, I was sitting right in front of the table as if nothing was there. I didn't close the drawer at all, but instead just sat in front of the table and opened the laptop lid. There was no sliding mechanism; I just pulled it open, and immediately it opened to an iPhoto-like program, which definitely had an Apple-like air to it. The background was dark gray, and there was a cover flow sort of picture arrangement. At that moment, my mother had just appeared beside me, so I nudged over and let her look through them.

She clicked on one photo which enlarged it, and brought the cover flow to the bottom of the screen, making it smaller. It was a picture of her ex-boyfriend.

"Look!" she said, somewhat excited.

"Mom," I told her sternly. My mom's ex-boyfriend was an abusive jerk, and I knew this even in the dream.

She moved onto the next photograph, this time one with the two of them together, making funny faces.

"Mom! I don't want you looking through these fucking pictures of him on the computer." The word choice sounded very controlling, but it didn't occur to me in the dream that there was anything wrong with it.

She clicked on another photo, and I didn't get too good of a look at it; I simply looked at her again and pushed her a bit. "Mom! Did you hear what I fucking said? Delete them!"

That's all I remember.