1st Dream (Vivid): I was witnessing three girls get off with various machines or devices. The dream ended abruptly and I woke up. 2nd Dream (Vivid): After falling back to sleep, the dream I had seemed to continue from where the first left off, at least, that's how it felt: When I turned around and saw the White House (at least, it was the capitol building, but in my dream I knew it as the White House) I stepped closer to see a patrol of soviet troops moving in on the building. On in particular was climbing a ladder with a sign which had three identical Radiation signs in a horizontal row on it. I'd guess the dimensions were 14 inches by 5 feet. He hung the sign over the front door and stepped away. The rest of the soviet troops lined up in the formation of a firing squad about 50 feet away from the building itself. Then the commander (Colonel by the way his uniform was) came over to where I was. He said we were to be nuked for our lack of co-operation. Then he rejoined the squad and they fired the nuke. Everything went black as it blasted and when the sight returned everything was covered in dust. Then the Colonel came over my way as he looked through the rubble (which is what he seemed to be doing, if there WAS rubble, which there wasn't. Just dust.) He said something about capitalism and how 'they' had not left, they had only been waiting for 'us' to change. I remember feeling outraged as capitalism was under attack (apparently I was a supporter of capitalism in the dream, even though I'm not in real life?). Then they placed an identical Radiation sign on the ground and marked it with some sort of symbol under each of the radiation emblems. Then it ended. 3rd Dream (Vivid/Lucid): I was at home (my real home) and was in the kitchen after just coming up stairs. My Mom and two brothers were there although my youngest brother was perhaps in the study on the computer. The whole scene was so real and normal, AND everything looked real that I didn't suspect a thing until, for whatever reason, I did. I said "Wait a minute... is this a dream?" My mom turned around and laughed slightly "No... " My brother asked me why or something and I was more and more adamant: "No but this HAS to be a dream... let me check my clock..." "Ok." my Mom laughed. But as I looked at the clock I noticed it was staying the same after 2 times looking. then, when I checked the third time, it was the same time but now the numbers were in military time (like a 24 hour clock) I thought "that can't be real" and looked again, sure enough the time changed. So I immediately ended up somewhere else once realizing it was a dream, and as it started to fade, I rubbed my hands together to keep it real and everything became so clear and realistic. I felt along my arms to increase my mind's involvement in the dream and everything seemed to be stable. So I don't remember much about the dream but it was long. I remember the next location I was at was some kind of penthouse suite on a dock with it's own boat, and a water-plane had just landed with some associates of mine who came into the house. But they were randomly generated DC's so I decided to try summoning and I did it by saying "no, you're supposed to be..." and then looking away and looking back and they always were whoever I wanted them to be. Except once when it didn't work, and then I just tried again by re-phrasing it and it worked. I remember we went on some kind of mission and had some kind of business to work on but it all happened progressively like a linear time-line of thought-processes when it came to what we had to do. Like a checklist. And then we ended up in some tunnel underground. 4th dream (Vivid/May Have Continued From Above-Mentioned LD): Me and my cousin were in a store looking at big-screen TVs and we found one that had a really good warranty. It was a 58 inch plasma (the same one I have in real life). Anyhow I bought the TV because it's warranty covered everything, including damage cause by the owner. So we watched the tv for a while, then I picked it up and slammed it down, breaking the bottom-left corner which broke the frame out of place but did not break the screen. Afterward I was extremely worried that the warranty wouldn't cover it, even though it did (somehow i just thought it would be changed or there would be an exception made or something). Then I woke up and realized my tv was still safe and sound.
I have not been keeping a DJ which is why I missed a bit. I have started - again - yet I still miss a couple of dreams. No lucid's yet but a couple of semi-lucid dreams (I think). Lucid Semi-Lucid Dream 1. Fragment - I realised I was in a dream yet did not become lucid. In space. In an Asteroid belt. The Asteroids had holes in them. I fell down to Earth and hit the ground - it did not hurt. I was then in a playground... 2. Partial dream. I met ____ and received some gifts to give to her. I caught up to her and as I was talking about how I was too embarrassed to ask her something and she said I should ask her directly so I asked if she was single. She replied that she was _____, I was about to give her a high-5 when I asked for clarification (as I had no idea what she meant). She explained that she was married but separated. Up ahead there was a van and a child was being taught how to drive. Then it was her teaching her own girl and her husband teaching their son. The girl became a bad driver whilst the son was a good one. Outside their mansion a slingshot on top of the roof was being used to throw bricks at neighbour's houses. One of them had 2 dogs a guard dog (big, black and tall I can't seem to recall the breed) and a medium sized dog. They were being taken on a run and were joined together via a string/twine between their collars. They were following their owner when suddenly the big dog went his own way dragging the little dog with him. I could tell that the little dog did not like this. Eventually the string broke and the little dog rested and his owner found him. I confronted the owner about something and as I walked past I shoulder'd him and he fell down. His wife in a limo (?) saw this and laughed... I seem to be only writing dream fragments, I know a lot more things happen in my dreams but I am unable to write it all down
Lucid Dream 1.Superhero dream. We all seemingly had lost our powers and went into hiding. However, an asteroid was about to hit in lower downtown. We all start running towards it. I catch it. We all start milling around the square when a villain walks past, we try to be silent but he sees us and starts walking towards us. We all pretend that we are normal humans and he walks up to a pillar near me. I have a pick-axe and I shove him away commenting that he will have to do work to remain. He ambles off and everything is fine but someone says something to his kid and the villain realises that we are hero's. We all start fighting/fleeing. As I flee I run into a different villain with a huge spanner. He hits me with it and I inform him that it tickles. He gets a worried look on his face and I hit him and run and hide. We hid in/near a camper-van a woman had her and her child on the opposite side and wanted to come around. We insisted that she stay as if she came around we would be exposed. 2. Fragment ...I was in a swimming pool making these large waves and someone was trying to wake me. So I woke up and no one was there. I am pretty sure that the voice wanted me to do a FA but I don't quite know...[/COLOR]
This is why I should write down my dreams soon as I wake up
Poor sleep this night. Woke up with that temporary amnesia. I struggled for several moments to remember who I was, where I was, and how old I was. It kinda feel like my whole life was a dream and I need a few moments to start recalling it.
This is the first dream I've had worth remembering in a long time. I was sitting in a church listening to a dude preach about the importance of believing in God. I listened to him for a while quietly holding in my skepticism. After some time I got really frustrated and told him to give a legitimate reason to believe in God. He said because without him there is nothing, or something like that. I got angry and told him that there really is no reason to believe in God. There's no evidence for his existence and believing in him is just a way of giving up any of your own responsibility. I started getting into preacher mode and yelling at everyone in the crowd to abandon their faith and live for themselves. Some really scary, ugly looking lady stood up and went to a random blackboard that was in the room and started to write down "Atheist" on the board while staring at me. Before she finished I started laughing at her. I dont remember what I said about it but it was some sort of snarky remark and she started calling me the devil or something along those lines. I just chuckled to myself and thought it doesn't really matter that I'm being a dick to these people because it's all just a dream. Then I thought, wait, this IS actually a dream. I decided to go for a fly. So I glided over to the door and went outside and flew waaaayyy up in the sky way above the clouds. It was so bright and beautiful, I was thoroughly enjoying what I could see. I decided to land for some reason, and I started to just fall ridiculously fast. I felt like I was miles up and just came down in like 4 seconds, but right before hitting the ground I made myself slow down and land super gracefully. I landed at my house, so I went inside. I started to feel myself waking up and I tried my hardest to hold on to the dream, but I just couldn't I thought I woke up to a room that was like a dorm or something but secretly I was still dreaming. I decided to play some starcraft while reflecting on my dream. I went on and played a match vs. some "random" zerg player. I was playing awfully because I didn't think it was a legit match, and because I was feeling somewhat strange for some reason after waking up. The zerg did a proxy hatch and lured my scout away from it and just boned me real hard. Then after quitting, I realized this was a tournament game and I was playing against Ret! How could I forget about this tournament?!?! I decided to watch the replay before starting the next game, and my friend told me good luck for the tournament. The game started and for some reason I wasnt playing. I just kind of stared at the screen for a while before doing anything. I got cheesed and the game ended real quick. I felt like I must look like a disgrace to all starcraft players and wished people could understand I just woke up from a strange dream and was feeling a bit off and couldn't focus and wasnt even really playing. But, nothing could be done. I'm sitting on my computer talking to B and he tells me J is opening for Saves the Day and wants me to play bass for him. I haven't played a show in a while so I decided to do it. I don't really care for J's music or Saves the Day, but it's a free show and a chance to be on stage. I don't remember what all was happening, but I just sat around for a while thinking I needed to get to J's to at least get chords for all his songs and what not before just looking like a fool on stage, but I didn't actually move for a while. When I did finally move, I was just instantly at the concert watching Jo walk on stage. Then I awoke for realz.
Updated 07-25-2017 at 06:49 AM by 28649
10/8/10 Dream was real brief or I just couldn't remember much of it.. but I kept changing my clothes .. they would fit me but next thing I know they became baggy and I ended up changing them again. Cute outfits too but they kept appearing big on me. That's all for now.
Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary and notes written while awake] Last night, while going to sleep and attempting to MILD, I stopped to pray. I had stopped to pray the previous night, too, and had had no dreams that I could remember, so I almost didn't want to do it again, but I told myself, Post hoc, ergo propter hoc much? You know that doesn't make sense. Just go ahead and do it. So I did. [I'm only writing this part down because it relates to the first dream I had last night.] [Dream #1] On the corner of the street my house is on [a corner that doesn't exist in real life – the real corner is just a 90-degree turn in the road, but in the dream, it's a four-way intersection], in the front yard of the corner house, there is a big, tall tree with bright yellow leaves like the leaves on a maidenhair tree. There are also some gourds with faces hand-carved on them hanging from the tree. The house belongs to an old woman, who did the carving. I am reading a newspaper article about this house, in a newspaper called The Syntax. According to the article, a few days ago, a strong wind picked up and blew all the leaves off the tree. Immediately thereafter, people in the neighborhood started having various strokes of both good and bad fortune, and they all claimed that it was because of the wind blowing the leaves off the tree. This sparked a neighborhood-wide controversy: were the good things really caused by the tree, or the bad things, or none of them? Someone who was interviewed for the newspaper article argued for the “none of them” position by quoting the Bible verse about how no one can tell where the wind comes from or where it is going. [John 3:8, for the record.] [Dream #2] I'm walking through an indoor hallway to get to some kind of high school sporting event that is being held in a high school gymnasium. One of the teams is called the Blue Meanies; they have two mascot outfits, a male and female Norse warrior. The other team has someone in a mascot outfit, too. [I don't remember now what it looked like, or what their team name was.] Each team has also brought just a handful of cheerleaders to the game. [Dream #3] I'm playing PackRat. [Again.] There are two different limited-release collections pretty much right at the same time, and they've re-released a whole bunch of retired cards for the recipes in the retired collections. The images on one of the limited-release sets are of pipes or cables, and they extend across multiple different cards. They're making it even easier than they did with the jigsaw-puzzle set, I think. [The jigsaw-puzzle set exists in reality; this limited-release set does not.] I find that my pack has been erased and refilled with 5 cards from the other limited-release set, the one with normal art [in Doug J.'s signature style], one of which is the top card. [Dream #4 – seemed to segue directly from the above, but how, I couldn't say] I'm outside somewhere, apparently in the yard or garden of some manor house or something, and it's nighttime. I see a fireworks show starting up a short distance away; the horizon is low and flat, so I can see it with no obstructions at all. My mom is there, and I tell her that if she turns around, she can see the fireworks show. Woke up at 2:32 A.M. Took some notes on my dreams so far on a notepad, then went back to sleep, attempting to MILD again. It worked! [Dream #5] I'm in the house I grew up in again. [Although this is a known dream sign for me, I don't remember specifically thinking, “hey, if I'm here, then I must be dreaming.” Nonetheless,] I'm lucid enough to decide to walk around from room to room of my own volition. When I get to the bathroom, I try to walk through the back wall of the white tile shower, which would take me out into the patio. [Yes, the real house is laid out that way.] It doesn't work; I only get part way into it, not through it. I don't feel anything. I continue walking through the house, and one of my parents sees me. [That's all I remember, unfortunately.] [Dream #6] My family and I are on vacation in Key Largo. [Apart from having tropical beaches, it's absolutely nothing at all like the real Key Largo, which I've been to once.] It consists of a couple of islands connected by a bridge. On the first one, there is a high, tower-like hill. We climb the stairs to the top and look out at the ocean and the other island, which is where the town and the boat launch area are. I exclaim, “Guess what I forgot! Sunblock!” Then we go down the hill and over into town. The town, or at least the downtown, consists of one big continuous building with corridors lined with shops and restaurants running through it. The entrances to the corridors are numbered and are rounded, making them look more like tunnels. We go down corridor #8 and pass a lot of shops. It's obvious how small and rivalry-filled, yet close-knit, the community here is by what's written on the signs people have in front of their shops: one of them says that their food is better than the food at another shop (even specifically naming the other one!), and another contains a proposal of marriage. Eventually, the tunnel ends in a rounded food court, like in a mall. My parents and I go over to a coffee shop/bakery toward the far side of the chamber and a little to the right. There are breads and pastries displayed all over the back wall and in long glass cases. [Very abruptly, the scene changes and] My mom and I are driving in her car back toward the main highway that runs through the Florida Keys. (The two islands mentioned above that make up Key Largo stick out from it at a right angle.) I see the high-rise buildings of Key West [the what now?!] in the distance. The sun is either rising or setting, and the way its light is hitting them is making them glow with amazingly brilliant neon colors. [Some of which would be impossible in real life. It's surreal, but really beautiful.] I tell my mom to look at the light on the high-rises, and she does. In order to get a better view of it from further back, she turns the car so the front windshield is facing the high-rises, then starts backing it up, across the sandy beach and into the ocean. Somewhere around here, I shift to viewing the scene from a third-person perspective, up above the car. The car keeps going across the water for a pretty good distance before it sinks into the ocean and we die. Then I think to myself, “Only not really, because this is a dream.” Then the scene rewinds [on its own, not because of anything I did, thought, or willed]. The car drives forward, back over the surface of the water, with me still watching from my third-person perspective. On our way back toward the town (I'm back to first-person perspective now), I look back and can see where the main highway is by the telephone poles and elevated bridges on the horizon. When we reach the town, I can see that there's a small railroad that goes all the way around the outside of the building, and every shop has a back door that opens onto the railroad track. This is how they load and unload things. Of course, I think; there's no room for cars or trucks on the island. [Then what are we doing driving our car there?] We re-enter the coffee shop/bakery from before, through the back door, and now we order food: cinnamon rolls out of one of those canisters you get from the refrigerated section at the grocery store. The shop attendant opens the canister behind the counter, and the vertical stack of cinnamon rolls expands, the frosting running down the sides. I say aloud, “Do want!” We proceed along the outside of the glass cases to where the coffee machines are. The signs on the coffee machines show that they contain a milder and a bolder version of Dunkin' Donuts coffee. I start getting myself some coffee, and then the dream ends. ------------- Some meta-commentary on the lucid dreaming journey: One of the things I'm really liking about this experiment with dream journaling and lucid dreaming is that it's finally broken me of the bad habit of staying up past 11:00 every night that I developed when I started college. I was still doing it up until a week or two ago. I always used to want to stay in bed until well after sunrise, but the sunlight always woke me up, so I got a sleep mask and got into the habit of reaching over and putting it on as soon as the sunlight started to wake me up, then continuing to sleep, or trying to. I've been in this habit for at least a year, and I'm finding that it's so deeply ingrained that I'm still doing it, even though I'm now going to bed earlier and getting up at or before sunrise. I would be annoyed by this if I hadn't realized that it's useful – I have a natural, biological WBTB alarm set. Last night, I read this thread and decided to adopt the mantra “I lucid dream” for MILD purposes. I decided to put that sentence in the same mental categories with such sentences as “I play the clarinet,” “I speak Spanish,” and “I write novels:” the categories of “ongoing, recurring action” and “learned skill.” My previous lucid experience back on the night of October 1 left me euphoric for the entirety of the next day, but this one just left me disappointed. While I was recalling my dreams after waking up, I thought: What did I just say about lucid dreaming being a learned skill? That was only my third time. What was it like the third time I played the clarinet? I know the answer to that one: I only played one, two, or three different notes, because that was all I knew how to play. It took lots of practice and learning before I could play all the notes. I hope, and intend, to master lucid dreaming skills via the same process.
Updated 10-11-2010 at 07:02 PM by 37356 (missed an italics tag)
I was a child soldier. I'd been blown up in battle, though I don't know it happened or why. My primary caretaker, a man I'd known for years, was hovering over me as I woke up. IVs and tubes were stuck into my arms, and it hurt to even turn my head to look at him. "You've been out for a while," He said softly, "How are you feeling?" I grunted in acknowledgement. Of course I wasn't feeling good. I'd probably been shot and blown up to kingdom come. "Here. I have to adjust the medicine. You're going to be out of it for a while, okay?" He did, and instantly I felt pain shooting down my arm. I hiccupped in agony for a moment, but then I relaxed and the pain died off. Another doctor entered my field of vision - my doctor's colleage. "So she's the child soldier I've been hearing about, huh?" He said, brushing some of my hair out of my face. "Yes. She's the only one to have survived the conditioning and training. She's WAR's Patient Zero." "I bet she's a sight to see in battle. Elegance and grace and all that." "If you're into watching children murder, then sure." The other doctor scoffed lightly, and my primary doctor looked down at me before patting me on the shoulder gently, "It'll be a while before you're back in action. Just rest now, okay? I've got to go fill out some paperwork." Then he left, and I laid against the bed, silently willing the pain to go away. The other doctor was back in my line of sight again in no time. He placed a mask over my face. "Some people just can't appreciate a good power when they see one. Don't worry, dear. I'll make sure you're put to good use." He gassed me, then, and I dozed off, unable to help myself. I felt strong arms lifting me out of the bed and unplugging the IVs and needles. But by then I was too asleep to care.
While hiking in nature, I saw a turtle and he was doing this really cute thing where he put his foot up in the air. I wanted to get a picture of him. And I whipped out my camera. I got a snapshot, but it was very tight, too close in. Then he noticed me and started to expand. He was about to do something stinky to make me leave. So I did!
There was a large group of us that were in a bus. Almost convientely, the bus decided to break down and we crashed - right outside of Silent Hill. A group of sixteen of us wandered into the town, but I felt very wary. It was almost snowing outside - it was ash - but the buildings looked to be about half-destoyed and there was not a single person in sight. I wanted to leave the town, but the group convinced me to keep moving on. Eventually we entered a building, and the group got into a small arguement. Go find residents of this own, Or. Leave. I was in full support of the latter option, and did not hesitate to say it. But the group ignored me, and soon they left, leaving me with only five people. A girl clung to my leg and buried her head into the fabric of my pants. A teen, roughly my age, looked at me. "I don't like this place. It gives me the creeps." I nodded my head at her, "Good. Hold that close. That'll get us the hell out of here." "No it won't," Came a new voice. A girl's voice. I turned around and found a very grungy, dirty girl standing behind us. She reeked of power, and I cringed away from it subconsciously. "The Red God senses sin, and he's moving to deliver just punishment. . . He wants something. Silent Hill is his home." The town's name. I shivered at the thought of the "Red God." Anything with the name God in the title was not a good sign. As I suspected, this town was filled with creepy people. "I'll take you to safe haven." I believed the girl - knew I could, on some level - and after a short trek further into the building, she admitted us into a room that just had some tables and chairs. As soon as she closed the door, the building began to shake and everything warped to the Dark Time. I closed my eyes, because somehow, I'd felt like I'd been here before. Alessa was standing in front of me when I opened them again. "I can help you leave." She suggested, voice echoing in the caged room we were now in. I nodded my head, and soon the three of us (me, Alessa, and the other teen girl), were talking about the best ways out of Silent Hill. Eventually, however, I felt a shiver crawl down my spine. Alessa walked over to the door, peeked out into the hallway, and softly muttered something beneath her breath. "The Red God approaches. We must go. My power and his are evenly matched, and with you, I would not be able to win." I nodded my head, shuffled the rest of the group through the other door, and as soon as I was about to close it, I got my first glimpse of the Red God. Pyramid Head. I shut the door and ran down the hallway like the rest of my group, and we soon found ourselves climbing up a staircase. "What's he after? We haven't sinned." I said as I picked up a girl and threw her over my back. She was light, so I was able to run just as quickly. She'd been falling behind. "He wants something. Craves it. It would tip the balance in his favor. . . I do not want that." She stopped, and I realized why she had. There was a room, filled with. . . Medical garbage. But everywhere else was blocked off. She gestured for us to get in, and we did. It was digusting, it had used needles, but we did. I hid the girls before I crawled into the garbage, and suddenly Alessa was laughing, frolicking about and singing, "where are they? Where have they gone?" I heard the screech of a sword as it was drawn close, and my back began to itch. It hurt. I bit my lip and watched as Alessa looked up at Pyramid Head and grinned. "I just don't know." She said cheekily. He groaned angrily in response before turning away. The fierce pain in my backside relieved itself almost immediately. I groaned in relief. We were safe - for now.
1. I'm in the car with V, and she tells me "I know you really really really, love me, and I like you a whole lot". I looked at her puzzled, paused, and just went with it. We were her car and another couple was supposed to meet up with us at some restaurant. 2. I'm walking around this house, and I'm supposed to kill someone. All I have is a small blade. When I enter another room, I hear someone coming into the house, and I crouch low near the door. Some DC enters, and looks down directly at me, and it appears to be my cousin C. He says, "I'm sorry man, but I have to do this". He tries stabbing me, and I parry it, and make a slash across the length of his throat. It doesn't kill him, but theres a red line on his throat. He asks what I'm doing after that, and I say not much, and wake up.
I was with Ominae Yu at this archelogical dig site. We were moving to the back of the room, where a man was trying to access a power core of some kind. We passed a room full of mirrors, a room full of chests, and another room I don't remember too well. Upon reaching the back, however, the man we'd been trying to stop turned around and flashed us a wicked grin. "You can change it all, Ominae," He said, moving his hand, "Everything. Cosmos. Your mother and father. It can all go to the way it was supposed to be. This place has the power to change time. Events. History itself." A mirror began to flash with Ominae's memories, to the most significant parts in his life. He stared at it, and eventually his eyes got all blank and he reached forward. I wasn't sure if he was possessed or hypnotized or whatever, but I rushed forward and latched onto him. "Don't! Ominae, if you change the past, there's no telling what could happen! It could make things worse." The man got angry at me, strode forward, and knocked me away from him. Ominae reached forward again to touch the mirror, but this time I screamed. "OMINAE!" That seemed to snap him out of it somewhat, because he paused, and the mirror started to crack. The man growled and rounded on me angrily, but not before I scrambled up to my feet and tried to run. He didn't chase me, but instead looked to Ominae - and Ominae did. I raced back through the rooms, trying to stay a foot ahead of my Spriggan bodyguard. Eventually I made it to the room with the chests, and I hid as Ominae went about tearing through them. Something in my pocket vibrated, and I reached down to find Ominae's communicator. It was Jean. "Jean, Ominae's gone all crazy and I can't stop him." Jean might have said something, but I don't know what. In the next second Ominae was there, flipping over my cover and grabbing me around the waist. I dropped the communicator and struggled against him. He started to pull me back to the room where the man was waiting, and I just knew that the reunion was not going to be a pleasant one.
Length: 60 min Dream Non-dream Lots of shit happened. It started off with me and 2 other people in an abandoned house of some sort. We walked around and found 4 other people. The mood was dark and dreadful around us, but our moods were happy and curious. Of the people we found one that had rollerblades and one that had a skateboard. We left the house, it was the middle of a city, right by a four way four lane intersection. There was a big building next to us (the white house?). The roads were full of cars. We crossed the road, and there didn't seem to be any cars moving anymore. We saw T and Tr riding over to us with the skates and a skateboard. I tell Trevor I want to try to skate (inline). And skate I did. I teleported to the other side of the road, the cars weren't there. I was going maybe 15 mph, and I had to turn to the other side, I took a giant U-ey, and went from right, to top, to the left side of the street where everyone else was. This is where we gather to talk about the machines. There were 7 of them, enough for all of us. They were like matrix machines, they brought us into a different world. These machines were made for us, in that house, even though we'd never been there before. Our business today was a bet. The world was in extreme danger from a giant machina, who would save it? Everyone put in $150 for themselves, whoever saved the world, got it all. I knew it was going to be me. I put in $110, and told them I'd pay back the $40... not like I'd need to pay myself an extra $40. For some reason Trevor, who was collecting all the money, asked if $20 of it was for him, since $90 was in 2 checks, and there was a $20 bill. We went to the machines in the house. I laid back and closed my eyes. I was in the other world. The same world we were just at I realized, or maybe a parallel to the street. There was indeed a giant machina, and we were all in mechs. "I gotta win that money" I thought. Then I thought I had to save the people even more. I attacked the giant machina, hitting his foot with an energy sword. I woke up. There were so many other things in there, and I only have the faintest memory of it all. I went back to sleep afterward, but don't remember a portion. I rarely have dreams with so many main characters, generally it's me and 2 other people, and I might have made it sound like that, but when I was exploring the house, and when we left the house, I was conversing with the 7 people the whole time. They did important things too, like set up the machines.
Day 1 of my DJ. I'm not great at recalling my dreams but last night I tried to WILD with a bit of MILD, didn't work but had better dream recall. All I remember is being at a circus watching women sitting on those giant swings things swinging. Then I looked down and there were these like medical people everywhere. There was also something to the left of me but I can't remember what. I know I had 2 other dreams, just can't remember them. Hopefully I'll remember more tonight.
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