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"Awakening in C's room with grandmother leads to dad fixing the cellar"

I awake in C's bedroom. It is still dark outside. We get out of bed and she heads towards the toilet, handing me some boxer shorts on the way there. They look like my Finding Waldo boxers, but I am in doubt as to whether they are mine or hers. Sensing a brief glimpse of excitement I look down, but find that she is wearing a pair of rather boring black panties.

As she heads towards the hallway and the toilet I look down and find that I have all my clothes packed up in blue Ikea bags, as I would normally use for my washing clothes. The clothes are clean though, but I think to myself that I need to move this out of here.

Her Ex boyfriend gets out of bed and walks towards the hallway as well. He is a short, scrawny and little man and I wonder what she has ever really seen in him anyway.

a small skip...

I awake in the same bed. I am lying next to my grandmother on my mother's side. I find it weird to be sharing a bed with my grandmother, but at the same time I find nothing wrong with simply sharing closeness and intimacy. She leans in closer to me and I accept the embrace. She smiles and laughs as the she initiates the following dialogue:

“You know you grandfather was such a devil.” She says.
“How so?” I reply.
“Well he actually woke up one night and asked me this - “Maybe the reason you can’t sleep at night is because I keep stealing the duvet at night””
“Wow he actually said that?” I respond.
“Yes” she responds, also indicating that he didn’t do anything about it at all.

I get up and I walk into the living room. My grandmother is in there, but she has gained a lot of weight. This is a good thing as I see that she no longer looks scrawny and too slim, but has gained some roundness and looks like an older version of my mother and aunt combined. She is talking, even flirting, with this man on the right side of the living room. There is an element of school gym about the room and the man – whom is unknown, but maybe middle aged – is standing by some wall bars. I find it good that she has gained weight and are interested in men again.

The scene shifts.

I am now outside. It is early morning and still darkish. I want to go up to C’s room again to find my cigarettes and get my clothes out of her flat. I look up and am encouraged as I see that there are lights in her room. But on a second look I see that the light is lit in the room above hers. This is a challenge as I don’t want to wake her up to get my stuff, but I quickly think that the cellar door will be open in my own house and I can probably find some cigarettes there.

I walk back to the house. I find the cellar door open and as I walk inside I see that the entire room is drenched in water and insulated all around the walls. The insulation is white and it gives the entire room the look of a rugged and very large rubber cell you would find in a psychiatric ward.

I say to myself “This is a problem”, as I see the insulation being drenched and almost as big as mattresses hanging from the ceiling.

My dad walks in. I tell him “surely we can’t fix this by putting up a bit of plastic?” He responds “I’ve got this, I think it should be sufficient”.

I crawl out of the door again, which is now a small square hole in the south east corner. I notice that the terrace and lawn outside are also insulated. I think to myself “How is this going to work when the snow comes around?”.

I walk up the stairs to the main floor. I look out into the living-room and kitchen area and proclaim “wow you have really done a fantastic job with the floors” as I see that the wooden floors are totally spotless, indicating he (my dad) has spent a lot of time cleaning them. I walk into the entrance way and wipe my feet, which causes the small pebbles and dirt I have under my feet to scatter all across the floor. My dad enters the room and is furious at me for making a mess.

I feel somewhat guilty and see that it isn’t entirely fair what I have done, but I also feel hurt at his attack.

He gets out a mop and starts sweeping the floors. I wonder why he does that as it would be better to hoover before using the mop, but guess that he doesn’t want to waste time doing it again and will settle for just using the mop to sweep the mess I just made.

When he is done he packs up the mop and puts it on the shelf in the entrance, behind a candlestick up against a large painting in the entrance. I ask him why he is putting it there and that surely there must be some place better to put it. He seems to agree, but also seems frustrated at my remark.

I woke up and opened my eyes. I couldn't see because it's pitch black. but i felt that there was a person in bed next to me. They were in front of me, our faces inches apart. I have no idea who the person is but I feel comfortable. I don't feel like they are going to hurt me. And I feel like they love me. I close my eyes again and the person moves closer to me and puts their arms around me. I take a deep breath and go back to sleep.

Okay. With the dreams I had two days ago, I was able to remember them so well all up until the afternoon. For some reason now, my dreams are a bit hazier so I'll actually write some dream notes down in the morning, right when I wake up.

I also seem to automatically wake up around 4:34AM every night. I love how the body and mind works together. It's like, my body knows I want to try out the WILD technique, so it wakes up so that I don't have to be alarmed in order to do it. (The alarm usually causes me to forget my dreams immediately)

I also realized that my first close to successful WILD was actually when I was sleeping on the couch for about an hour, woke up, went to the washroom, chatted with my mom, and then went to my bed to sleep.
Strangely, I wasn't even really trying to WILD at first, but the strange sensations reminded me that this would be a good time to try it. And I got so close!

I think I'll try having myself wake up every time I sleep for the first hour, and try the WILD at that time. Waking up in the middle of the night trying to WILD is a bit of a hassle anyway... Plus I'm sometimes scared of the dark in the middle of the night

I think it will be more successful the next time I try. Wish me luck!

This is the dream that made me realize that external influences can influence dreams. At the time I was sleeping on the top bunk.

I found myself sliding down an epically large, curved, black and red checkered funnel. It was so big that as I slid I could only see the horizon of the funnel that I was headed for. The checkered pattern passing me sped up faster and faster and began to hold still and move backwards. (It was like a the effect of a spinning wheel appearing to reverse as it hits a certain speed) The funnel steepened and I soon saw where I was headed. At the bottom of the funnel was an uncovered well. I remember that the well was made of medium sized stone slabs.

As I hit the bottom I was flung into the well backwards facing up. As I fell I watched the stone sides of the well speeding past me and saw the light from the top of the well quickly shrink and disappeared. The stones were now dark and I was accelerating downward. I felt like I was going to hit the bottom and quickly flipped around not unlike a cat. I saw the dark stone bottom of the well speeding toward me and halt as I caught myself on my hands and knees.

I Awoke to find that I had fallen off my bunk and landed on the floor on my hands and knees.

So tonight I had a really strange expirience. I was trying to keep myself stable and the weirdest thing ever happened! I didn't have any problem on gaining lucidity and RCs and all. But when I tried to keep myself stable (the thing with looking at your hands and stuff) I would end op staring at my hand for what felt like hours and losing lucidity because I was starting to realise what I was doing. Then I would wake up, this happened like five times this night. My dream recall is also not very clear, but I do remember I ended up trying to push my hands through a wall because I thought I could do that in a dream.

So, April 11, 2010. Real world. Me, dad, and younger brother went going fishing with a family friend called Mr. Kim and his son, who's my brother's friend.
Background information is important! In the car on the way to the lake, I felt dizzy and had a headache. I was drifting in that half-conscious state, and half wondered if I was sick. The more imaginative side of me played around with the idea that I was about to faint. I didn't know what it felt like to faint, and I imagined it might feel something like this.
When I got to the lake, we set up chairs and the dads began fishing. I was sitting a bit above them, as the ground rose up as a hill. I covered by face with my jacket, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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dream 1.
I'm at a mall, nowhere I've ever been. My best friend is with me. We're walking around and suddenly Homer, from the Simpsons, appears. His head's been shrunken and he wants his regular size back. Then I take his place, shrunken, but simultaneously I'm carrying myself. Just a regular, silly dream.
But then I wake up.
I'm at home, my living room. It's exactly the same as my house, and I recognize it clearly. The details are strong in my mind, which is unusual for me. My television, the couch, the table... it's all in the right place. I'm on an air mattress (one I know we own), and sleeping bags (all familiar) are around me. I see Mr. Kim's son and my brother and my dad are sleeping in them.
Now, you have to understand how real this felt. I sat up and wondered, "Am I hallucinating?" I thought I was supposed to still be at the lake. I contemplated whether it was possible that I had managed to sleep through everything. I truly thought I was at home, but that was impossible, wasn't it?
Mr. Kim, apparently awake, comes to sit beside me on the mattress. He asks me if I'm alright. I ask what happened. He replies, concerned and surprised at my ignorance, "Jenny, your heart gave out!"
I sit, shocked.
Then I wake up for real.

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My jacket was still covering my face, and so I could only see my stomach. Even awake, I didn't move. My body couldn't really. I was still half asleep. I feel dizzy and as if I was on a boat. I wondered if I was really back at the lake. I muster up the energy to check briefly, and then drift away again.

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dream 2.

I'm dizzy and can't see. I'm blind but can see; the way dream logic works. I'm with my cousins in a car, with a screen in front of me. It's an internet browser, and I mess around with tabs and delete history like I have a habit of doing in real life, because it makes the drop-down bar look messy.
I run out of the car. Something to do with a werewolf happens.
It's just another silly dream.

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I woke up, but don't move. My mind was whirring, but I didn't move at all. Without noticing, I fell back asleep.

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dream 3.

I wake up in the fishing site. It looks exactly the same, except there's a portable shade thing, with a faucet next to a tree. I believe I woke up in real life, and immediately get up.
Mr. Kim mock-scolds me, "Do you know how much trouble you caused us?" I laugh, not truly thinking about what he said. My dad laughs while my brother and his friend runs to clean their feet in the faucet.
I notice my socks are dirty. I hop over to the faucet, trying to stay on the slate stepping stones (which have mysteriously appeared at some point, but I don't notice) because the sand is hot. The sand is hot, and I don't want to get my socks dirtier...
Then I woke up.

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So that was my dreaming experience for that day. I still remember it vividly, even after almost a year. It was pretty cool, but I was kind of freaked out at the time. Not one of my more exciting dreams, to be sure, but still pretty cool.
I love dreams.

This was quite an interesting experience. I remember waking up and having difficulty recalling what was I dreaming about. Though remember writing down one or two words. One of them had something to do with soldiers of warriors. Then I went to sleep for a little longer in hope to be able to get back to the dream and being able to remember more later. When I woke up, the page in my notebook was plain, with no words written. I must have been dreaming about it then. Strange.