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1) I am in my Spanish teacher's class and I have been asked to draw on a map at the front of the room. I draw a circle to show the inner-city roads and a line moving upwards to Leeds. She praises me and I do it several more times on different maps. The class finishes and I walk down to the car-park and find my brother. I gloat at him and say "Haha! I drew on your map!"
He gets really annoyed and storms off to find out whether or not it was true.

I woke up here, but I was disappointed that I hadn't remembered more dreams so I went back to sleep, possibly chaining 5 dreams in 2 1/2 hours. I forgot 3, but remembered these:

2) I am in the school-hall listening to a speech of some sort. Then we are invited to come and look at the light and sound systems used. We gather round and look at the spotlights and speakers. Then when I am on the east stage (that's new ), C spots a spider and screams to me, "LOOK OUT, V! THERE'S A MASSIVE SPIDER!"
I run to the other end of the room, on the south stage but see that it is only the size of a bog-standard tarantula.
"C, it's tiny."
"No! Not that one! Look lower!"
I lower my gaze and see two HUGE spiders, legs hairy as a gorilla and with a diameter of at least 75 centimeters.
"Oh my God."
It starts to move towards us, and we scramble further on, but one of the older teachers approaches with a straw. She coaxes the spider to crawl onto it a little, and she flips it over, revealing a purple underbelly. Another, younger female teacher rushes up and stabs it square in the thorax with her stiletto heel. I ask for directions to my house, and the older teacher says "Well, about half-way to Blackpool..." But I'm off out of the door before she can say anything else. I meet my brother under the canopy of trees on the way out of school. He stops and looks at something. I follow his line of sight and see the 2 spiders looking at us. We stare back. I feel no fear, but respect, and I know they have it for us too. We nod (?) and leave.

3)I am at a door with professor Layton . We can't open the door so we look at the instructions (always a good idea lol) we do something with spaghetti and open the door. We go into a room (well, not really a room. More of a park) Layton goes to a corner and sinks down to his knees. I read his thoughts and find out that he is committing suicide. I notice that he is wearing rags. It is very cold and starting to snow. I try to haul him up, but he won't budge. A fat policeman walks by and says, "It's a bit cold for it, isn't it?" But he doesn't help. Several hours later he walks back and says "Now this is getting just silly. Get up." But still, he walks on.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

01:30 GMT+9 – sleep

Crazy co-pilot
On a plane to (I think) London. Co-pilot is describing the weather at destination. He says that it is a bit rainy but... “Oh, wait” (silence)... “actually it is a bit nasty, but still we can probably make it... Oh... Wait...(silence)”. People on the plane just say “Oh, c’mon, just start the damn engines!” . Then co-pilot says “So, we go anyway. Mind that if something happens, it’s not our fault.” And I’m wondering “Don’t they have safety rules to comply with? A limit to the risks they can take?” Then a guy sitting by my side just says - trying to assure me - that this co-pilot is crazy and checks weather forecast every ten seconds, but that I shouldn’t worry, weather is just fine.

3:00 GMT+9 – wake up

I'm going to cheat a little bit on my rules, I haven't posted in two days but I haven't had regular internet access and didn't remember any dreams anyway so we'll just pretend those two days didn't happen.

This morning I remembered a dream. All I can remember is being in an apartment that I was renting month to month. I was about to leave for a few days and it was the end of the month so I asked my friend Aaron who was suddenly there what his plans were and whether or not I should renew the lease for another month before I left. I looked out the window and the whole apartment was rotating; it was on the top floor of some rotating building, like a giant industrial centrifuge. We talked about how it was just like a ride we used to go on "at the great escape" except the memory was just in the dream, not real. I know there was a lot more to the dream but I can't remember any more. +1

+2

I started off at some random house with RE. I was supposed to clean it with her or something. Don't remember much of it. There was daylight, and the house was mostly white.

Then I was going home or something. JO was there talking with me, but I can't remember anything more than that.

I was then at school. I was supposed to go to band after school. I went to the place where we practiced. The musical theatre people were there too, practicing some song. I was waiting for the band people to come, so I sat down with all my stuff: I had some random work, a sketchbook, and a hugeass sandwich. The sandwich has lettuce, ham, and cheese in it. I took a few bites of it. Then I realized that the band was actually there but off to the side, and I was late. I ran back to get my instrument. As I started walking back, I saw some random broken black harp under the rug. Some janitor guy took and and talked with me about it. I then moved on.

When I got back to "band," everyone, along with Mrs. B, was feasting at a table. I smelled some really good smells; some kind of deep fried stuff, and cheese, and shrimp. I sat down gladly. Mrs. B. sort of gave me a little lecture, or a stern reminder that I was late. I promised it wouldn't happen again. Then the dream faded.

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Had a FA where I asked my friend KR to repeat the words "symphony" and "false awakening" so I could write them down. I started writing my dream down in my dream.

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Also had a FA where I looked at the clock. It said something around 3:30 pm.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, Half-awake, half-dream state, [Commentary made while awake]

While out of the house somewhere, I put on a navy-blue, stretchy headband [that I have in real life], and make some kind of wish. This causes me to suddenly have long hair again [I cut my real hair short at the beginning of this month]. My hair is down to my shoulder blades, which is still a little shorter than it was when I cut it, and seems thinner and wavier than it used to be when it was long. I don't want my mom to see me with my hair long again, because if she did, I would have to explain to her about the magical headband. So, when I return home, I do my best to avoid letting her see me.

I consider re-cutting my hair myself, but decide I don't want to, because it wouldn't come out very neat. I decide instead to go back and find the stretchy headband and make another wish to reverse the effects of the first one. I ask my mom if I can use the car to run an errand. She asks what it is, and I answer that I'm going to a vacant lot to look for something I lost. This is true, but it's not the whole truth.

I get into the brown car, and someone is in the front passenger seat. [My dad, I think.] I say to him, “Watch the street signs. I don't even know my own neighborhood in these dreams.” And they'll probably change, I think. I back the car out of the garage, turn it to my left, and continue backing in that direction all the way down to the corner, where the street turns 90 degrees. [In this dream, this corner is now a 90-degree turn like it is in reality, not a four-way intersection like it was in the first dream described in my dream journal entry dated 10/08/10.] Sure enough, as we drive down the street backwards and then back up the street going forward, each street sign says something different the second time we pass it than it did the first time we passed it. The street signs are all blue with white letters [not green with white letters, as they are in reality]. Eventually, I find the street I'm looking for and turn left onto it.

The next scene seems to take place in a fast-food restaurant. I find the headband I was looking for and restore my short haircut. [For this part of the dream, I was in “video-game-controller” mode again, as I described in my dream journal entry dated 10/21/10. I was kind of removed from the action and aware that it was all going on in my mind/imagination, and at the same time, I was fully aware of my real body.]

Woke up at 1:36 A.M., took some notes on my dream, went back to bed.

My parents and I are attending a wedding at the estate of some really rich people. The estate has a little re-creation of a neighborhood from old-timey New York, and the little church in that neighborhood is being used for the ceremony. In one room, an old man, the father or grandfather of the groom, I think, is lying on a hospital bed, all dressed up for the ceremony and being included in the festivities. After the ceremony, they make everyone attending the wedding pose for a group picture. My dad wants to put some sand in containers to use it to stabilize some photography equipment, so he gets out a bunch of sand toys, and I help him shovel sand into buckets. The people who own the estate are originally from Thailand, and they've recreated the beaches of Thailand on their estate. The sand we're shoveling is filled with beautiful blue-and-white seashells, colorful stones and jewels, and gold dust.

Woke up at 3:36 A.M., took some notes, went back to bed.

I'm at my old high school, walking across campus, looking for the classroom of one of my old teachers. I get to the western edge of campus, where the furthest-out portable classrooms used to be, and discover that there's a sort of ravine there, with concrete stairs leading down the near side and up the far side. On the far side of the ravine stand the furthest-out portables. I'm not really surprised that so much has changed in the years since I've been away.

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An aside:

When I cut my hair short in reality, it was after many years of having long hair. I've been wondering for a while whether or not my dream self (if I may steal some jargon from the Matrix universe, my residual self-image) would still have long hair. Not surprisingly, thinking about this over a period of time caused me to dream about it. I find it interesting, and reassuring, that after only three weeks of having short hair in reality, even my dream self apparently feels that that's the norm, and that having long hair feels wrong.

Also, I'm pleased with the increasing frequency of my lucid dreams, but disappointed with my lack of control. I keep realizing that I'm dreaming and either not trying to do or change anything at all, or trying and failing. I will continue trying to improve.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

01:30 GMT+9 – sleep

A murder and lost in chitchat with friends
A lady murders her daughter – drowns her on a lake or so – and I know but I have no evidence to prove my claim. She actually asked me to help her eliminate all proof and I helped her in the hope to actually get some evidences preserved. I did manage to keep one crucial evidence and I went to look for a police station. Along the way I meet my friend Evangelion and he helps me out. He goes talk to the police and comes back saying they didn’t care at all. I think about how could they not care about a murder? But I go away for now. I come back a second time. This time Evangelion is with his girlfriend and we plan to go the three together. The city we are seems like Lisbon and we pass by a public garden where a group of older but not so old people (in their 50’s) are doing morning gymnastics. I spot 3 or 4 people I know and it’s as if they are actually an older version of us. I get entangled in a weird nostalgia feeling, nostalgia for the future. I wonder if me and my friends will also get old together and do gymnastics or something like that or if we’ll depart from each other and lose contact. Then my dad is also with us. As we go down some stone stairs to keep on our way we discuss what we eat the previous day and I say I am actually not so well from my stomach because of what I ate and I have a glimpse that I am talking about what I eat on waking life (Japanese food), but before I get lucid I wake up.

7:00 GMT+9 – wake up

10/24/10

Last night had this dream.. I am sitting in an office in front of a desk and there was this woman handling paperwork.
She is asked me to sign on the line and when I grabbed the paper I couldn't make out much of it.. I tried to read it but I couldn't recognize anything on it ..except where to sign my name.. so I sign my name and what was weird was I had scribbled my name on it.. I tried writing how I would normally write my name but instead it came out in scribbles.
She asked me if I was to compare my dad with 3 pictures of different men.. who would my dad resemble. She shows me 3 photographs of older men none looked like my dad and I wondered why she would ask such a thing. So I picked the man with a beard.. he was thinner than the other two so I figured he was close enough to resemblance.
After that I find myself in a building.. I can't recall if it was a shelter because it looked like a hospital.. than it looked like an apartment building and also seemed to be a shelter.
The place I was in was a bit small and I went to go take a walk. I head towards the lobby area and see these group of guys. I had shoes in my hands and had put them down to put a pair of sneakers on.. one of the guys began grabbing the shoes and I told him " Excuse me these are my shoes and sneakers." I grabbed them back and he said no these are mine.. another guy in a white t shirt walked over and said ok and moved the other one away.. he asked me if they were mine and I told him " Yes they are.. you can come to my apartment and see the proof".. he walks with me and tells me not to come around that area again.. I begin to apologize and he tells me they are a gang and it is best that I stay away from that area..
I nod and try to be nice to him to not piss him off..
Now I am walking through the building and can't find where I live!.. so I pretend that I know where I am going.. there are people in front of their apartment doors lingering around.. it sort of looked like a hospital and hospital rooms with people standing around the front door..
One room was eerie ..I saw someone laying on their bed but their legs didn't seem to appear right and the woman hanging by the door told me to look in.. I just moved fast away from the room.
I am walking and notice I lost the gang member and I am trying to remember where my room was...

That was it..

Crappy dreams lately but I type out what I remember.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

During a 10h flight.

14:30 GMT+2

Stuck on false awakenings
I wake up because the airplane is landing. After crossing the dark night in just a few hours, it’s daylight again. I feel incredibly thirsty and groggy. The airplane windows are huge and I can see a wide panorama while we’re landing. I find that strange and I do a RC. I find I’m still asleep but I don’t manage to wake up or to change dream or anything. It just keeps going and I feel stuck.
Finally I wake up. I see daylight again but the windows are still wide. I do RC again and find out I’m still asleep. Thirst persists as well as discomfort grows but once again I cannot get out or wake up. I decide to let it flow and see where it leads. The airplane is landing on a small road with fences, gardens and houses on both sides. It keeps going until it stops by the side of a building that looks like a bus or train station. Everybody gets out of the airplane and I’m the last one. When I pass by the cockpit the pilot and co-pilot are already outside to and so I lean to check the instrument panel and so on. The co-pilot says to the pilot that I’m taking a peak at the cockpit and warns him they left the key on the ignition, so the pilot comes to me and asks me if I’m not planning to steal the plane. He is half joking and half serious. I respond “of course not, how could I fly this even if I wanted to?”. Then we leave to the nearest village, me, pilot, co-pilot and another girl who was left behind. The co-pilot says that everything is so compact around here that sometimes to go from one street to the other you have to cross through someone’s backyard. He tells me he has started a biodynamic garden just close from there but people keeping running over his vegetables and ruin everything. I find that all bizarre but the fact is to cross to some nearby cafés, we have to cross a sports field. We pass under some Japanese banners hanging over a door and enter a café. I remember I’m so thirsty and I see a bottle of water on some couple’s table, but I have my sigg bottle and go instead to the toilet to fill it in the tap. The pilots moved on, so I am just with this girl. I notice she is Japanese. Then as I drink the water I remember again I am just dreaming and what I really need is real water.
I wake up. Exactly as previous times, but this time it is night. It doesn’t matter, I can still recognize I am still dreaming. I do RC again and confirm. I am starting to feel desperate. I can’t go out of this loop. I think about people I know, people I love, family members. I call for them. They establish a link to the awaken world and I finally wake up.

7:20 GMT+9 - wake up

The airplane is not yet landing but flight attendants are about to serve breakfast. It is day light outside and windows are normal. I see my sigg bottle of water and kill my thirst. Soon I was landing in Japan.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

0:30 GMT – Sleep

Underground passageways
I’m in Nagoya, Japan, on subterranean passageways with lifts to take people up to certain buildings, like hotels, etc, or specific streets. I meet my colleague Silva and other people. Some take a lift up, but I first check if it’s where I wanna get out and then I wait for the right lift to come.

5:00 GMT – Wake up


PRECOG explanation
Two days later I was at Nagoya and both under and around train station and a congress centre I've been had this passageways connecting buildings and leading to certain streets. I had no idea of this before going there.

didn't sleep too well last night so I had only a couple short dreams.

Driving

I was in my brother's car and he was driving me (this was my other guide) down some winding road on a hill.

Temporary lodgings

Apperently my guides took me to a shack place in the woods. We had all my stuff in there and i had to stay with them for a few nights so that I didn't distract Asuka from becoming my soul keeper? (honestly, i have no idea what that means.)

Later on I had to pack things up to go. I remember finding some weird kung fu slippers and trying them on, and then I put them in some shoes that clamped onto the slippers. I remember becoming attached to the place there and wanting to keep it.

Kaomea chat

Dreamed I was chatting to kaomea and talkinga bout the whole thing. She kept saying meaningful things but the sentences kept jumbling together. and then the only sentence that read clear was "...It's a Poo poo trap!" I woke up laughing.

ghost

I was back in my inner world and was watching asuka walk down the stairs. she looked like a ghost so I woke up shocked...

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:30 GMT – Sleep

Fragments: Björk in a colourful dress. Stuff about my travel to Japan.

2:00 GMT

Decorating a bar
On a terrace or penthouse, helping my mom decorating it. We decide where to put two bookshelves and at last minute she decides changing their place to maximize the space. This place is cozy but doesn’t look like a home to live in, more like a bar with glass walls around and view over the city. There are sofas in the middle and a bar desk on the left side. After we finish decorating it, the building starts shaking (recurrent dream) but this time I manage to stabilize it just by wishing it to stop.

Watching and being on other people's skin
Then I am an observer of a couple’s story. She is coming to this bar, she is a beautiful blond med student, coming for first time to this city for some event. She is married to an older guy who loves her very much but also has a secret affair with an older woman. This girl is not happy with her relationship but she thinks her husband is so devoted she can’t possibly hurt him. Then she meets a young doctor at this bar and they instantly connect and speak all night. She ends up in his apartment and they sleep together. She feels no guilt but her husband then calls to know where she is, because she was supposed to have taken the night train. She lied that she lost last train and had to sleep at train station. He is sick worried and promises to go get her immediately by car. She runs to train station and wonders how she’s gonna tell him the truth.
Then I’m back on this bar, this time I am under the skin of a guy and another guy comes to me and asks me if I’m such and such person. I say yes and ask why. He says a friend told him great things about me and my last book published. I go humble and say it wasn’t that great and actually feel embarrassed.

Ivy League University
Then I’m myself and I’m outside. It’s early morning and I’m in front of what looks like some Ivy League University. I stand still for a while in front of its gates and hear some music coming from behind me, from what seems a parking meter. It is some hymn and it feels so enjoyable I listen to the end. Then I finally cross the street and enter the gates. I have some bags there and need to go get them to leave. I fly my way there and nobody cares except 3 or 4 guys who seem surprised and point at me. I land close to them and walk from there on. Some other guy and girl are walking around collecting signatures and donations for some health related NGO. I say I’m not interested right now and they don’t insist.

Sandy beach
Then the lawn becomes a sandy beach and I see kids playing. I spot a really cute baby alone in the sand and I pick him up, to find out it’s just a really believable doll. Then two girls come up and ask me to play with them. They have more of these dolls, girls and boys version.
I become lucid and decide I must remember this sequence of dreams since I had already woke up before and was too tired to write notes. So I believe I woke up and I start writing on my DJ, then I go back to sleep. Only later I really wake up frustrated that it was a FA and then had hard time recalling the dreams.

5:20 GMT

The attack of the Jennies
I go semi-lucid and decide to fly. I try to do that trick Neo does on Matrix, of kneeling down to lift off with high speed, but I only manage to jump a few meters high. I do some acrobatics in the air for fun or to impress someone. Then I decide climbing an old tree behind me that seems to impress some ladies on the ground. I see the clouds above me and I see a green pasture on top of a hill and I see a fence around a herd of cows. Then I put my hand on some tree branch and there’s a tarantula which gives me the creeps and I lose my semi-lucidity.
When I go back to the ground I actually feel sorry for the spider – it looked really old and I think it missed a leg.
It was becoming dark and I walk towards these ladies that look alike. All dressed in black, long straight hair and luminescent stripes on their outfits. Then I see them touching a guy and a girl which transform into copies of these ladies, with same exact look. When I realise they are up to no good, I hide behind a car and prepare to run but they spread like a virus and suddenly they are by my side. Just have time to fly away. Then no matter where I go they have taken over. I call them Jennies. In the morning I finally reach some property where some event is taking place and people still look normal. I think they are worth saving but how can I alert them and what can they do to defend themselves? I find my friend John Blacksmith and ask for his help. Because he is good at speeches, I tell him to interrupt the people talking and warning them, but when he gets the mic he doesn’t go straight to it. Through the window I can see Jennies coming. I push him and grab the mic and just say we’ve been invaded by some kind of aliens who take control over us just by touching us – most people think it’s a joke, but some lady asks me why do I assume they came to harm us. I say I don’t know if that’s the case, but whatever they are doing is not with our consent and therefore not acceptable. Anyway, soon they hear screams and realise it’s serious and start running in all directions. I escape through a sliding glass door behind me and fly to the roof. Soon they are everywhere and I don’t know what to do.

7:30 GMT – wake up

Well, it's been two weeks since I posted my last dreams. I've been travelling in Japan and mostly wrote nothing on my DJ. Mainly because I wasn't sleeping much and when I was, I could just recall dreams that had to do with day events and not interesting at all. Japan took over me and didn't let anything else more interesting to take place. I basically lost focus from dream practice because waken life was so much more exciting. Also, jet lag for days didn't help.
But I'm back and will post the stuff I did write down, including a few lucids.

21/10/10 ok so i had the same dream 3 times in a row, each time it became realer and more vivid. the 3rd time i found a couple of mates who were in the same costumes i remember from a festival we went to. i have been trying to revisit this time in dreams but with little success. when i saw them i was convinced it was actually happening. i told them clear as day that i had just had this dream 3 times and that finally this had actually happened and we were all stood there chatting. even all this talk of dreams didnt get me properly lucid but it was great anyway

just remembered small dream fragment of a game i was playing in a dream last night

It was like final fantasy tactics. I think i knew it was a dream because i was looking around to see if any of the pieces would dissappear when i looked away. They did sometimes, but not much. But the game was pretty damn fun. It was final fantasy tactics except i had the grim reaper as an ally.

Lucidity-6
Vividness-6

I'm in a M.A.S.H. camp. If you don't know what that is, its from a show i watched called mash. It was a korean war field clinic. Anyway, i'm looking down at my gun. I pull the slider on the side. I shoot a couple of bullets for fun.
F.A.
I realize i'm dreaming out of nothing. I find a woman. skipping the details. Afterwords i start just walking around enjoying the dream. I try to remember some dream goals, but all i can remember is going to the moon. I try to remember the task of the month, but realize i wouldn't have the title for very long anyway. I head ouside. Outside is the coolest thing, and i'll try to describe it my best. Its pretty dark out. I walked onto a porch with screened in windows. In the distance are flying little white dots that are circling around. I walk onto the ground now. The air feels cold and rejuvenating. I always love feeling senses in dreams. I look up looking for the moon, and am going to try to fly their. I look around and realize that i can't see a moon. The stars look amazing, and comets are flying around in space. I look another direction and see what looks like another galaxy. It was purple,blue,and black. It was just plain beautiful. Then unfortunately...
F.A.
My brother woke me up in the M.A.S.H. tent. I get angry at him and throw a stapler i think at him. He gets angry and says he didn't do anything wrong. I tell him he woke me up and i'm really tired. My mom is their also and tells my brother that i'm right, and it was wrong to wake me up.

That was my dreams. I had more F.A. in this one but i just can't remember all of them. Most of the dreams were slightly earlier than when i actually got out of bed. So instead of forgetting them i made my own way to remember dreams. I put a keyword in my head that relates to the dream so i would remember it. For my first it was "zombie". For the second it was M.A.S.H.