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I went with the family of the Weeds (the television show) to a small town in Alaska, which I called Homer. However, it was not like Homer, AK at all. It had some big strip-mall thing for tourists, which we stayed in. The first night we wandered around to get pizza. Then when I was in line, this guy behind me with a mustache sorta keep getting as close as possible. Eventually, I shouted at him to give me space, that he was fucking crowding me! Then I asked for pepperoni with jalapeños. I got sausage with jalapeños instead. I added parmesan cheese which came out of the shaker really fast. This is good, I love parmesan cheese. Then I added red chilis. After, I ate it. I don't remember what it tasted like. Next I know, I am in a room Shane Botwin has found, a sort of secret room. He has colored all of the walls with patterns. He is playing calm music. I talk to him. There is at some point a bunch of names on a wall. With numbers next to them. They are friends of mine. I don't remember who, or what numbers. I feel like the numbers could have been an ordering of my friends. Then, somebody shows up and says there is a big party. The mustache guy is there too. I claim that I don't want to go, because I will smell like smoke to my Mom. (Perhaps I was traveling with Shane Botwin from Weeds, and my Mom) Then I decide to go. I go check it out. As I am walking there I see Scott H. I am so excited. I tell him I've got a surprise for him, and run off to wake Lance. Another friend of all of ours, but not previously in this dream. Lance doesn't want to wake, but I get him to and we go to the beach to where I saw Scott. There are all sorts of people from Arcata. I find Ki, I pick him up, and run toward the ocean. Throwing him right to the water's edge. We all gather, and eventually get into the PTJewser. KSO's in the back Scott next to me, Alex driving with Ki shotgun. I remember being so happy. We drive toward the party.

All text in black was written on paper immediately after awaking, unedited. Orange text was written during the re-recorded post online, and contains assessments, ideas, etc.

Somehow I was invited to go to San Francisco at work. A guy named Danny tipped me personally. I worked as a waiter at that time. Sean, my boss, was also invited. We went together, but we couldn't find the 'city'. I believe I meant downtown San Francisco by this. We ended up finding some sort of hippy-fest. There was one guy I KNOW I have seen before. I had a strange sense of seeing this person before, I was confident that outside of dreams I had seen this person, but never met him. I passed buy him. Later he came by and gave me a mesh bag with gems inside it. Sean called it a "sad-bag". This is very in the sense of humor of Sean, but more random. I pocketed it. There is a blank part of my dream, and then I am with Mike S. He is showing my his mushroom bong. I deny his offer to smoke. He claims it makes it less "pink-math" and head-fuckedness.

All text in black was written on paper immediately after awaking, unedited. Orange text was written during the re-recorded post online, and contains assessments, ideas, etc.


It all started out going on a road trip with Jesse! Except it might have been Connor. Either way that changed. I was walking to the car when a girl walked up. She was cute. Had some metal canteens and was going on an adventure. We gave her a ride. Then drove to pick up my friend.
At this point I wrote WAKE, so I must have awoken from the dream, and immediately went back to bed.

Now I am in a classroom. It's Brian? and this girl. I sit behind Brian. I get a haircut the first day. I don't remember much more from that day. The next day everyone in class had haircuts. There was some toy that was on the TV the night before, where people wore it on there head. I had drawn a picture of this toy, it seems completely random. Outside the classroom there was some scattered hair, and this toy was filled with hair, of all colors. I went into the classroom, and announced that I cut my hair the day before. Probably attempting to show that I was not following a trend.

All text in black was written on paper immediately after awaking, unedited. Orange text was written during the re-recorded post online, and contains assessments, ideas, etc.

I remember staying at Stephen's house, but there was no mother. Stephen is my friend, and his Mother has always been a pain in our friendship. A father was there, Carlos. Carlos is a family friend of mine, and a sort of father-figure toward me. This was also in Alaska. I am not sure how the dream began. Toward the end, I was talking to some family who had a brat, trying to get a ride somewhere. I could shave my facial hair. I had shaved my chin, however I didn't like it. Then I was cross-country skiing. Going back home. I remember now that the home I was going to was Stephen's home. Once I got back, Stephen and Carlos were talking. Stephen was giving Carlos candy. Stephen always has good candy in dishes around the house that I ate, perhaps that's the reason his mother never liked me. Carlos and I talked about skiing. Then I tried to find a bathroom. One was blocked by stuff. I found the other one in the home, but it looked nasty. I decided I should go there and right at that moment, I woke up.

I had a dream where I did several reality checks but they all said that I was awake.

I am walking on a country road, there's trees on the sides. I notice some little house on the other side of the road and Barbossa in front of the house, holding a white wooden cross, he's back at me. I think it's best if I don't stop and continue walking. I notice another house on my side of the road and decide to enter it. It's a blank white room I enter with no doors, just two gravestones in front of me. I take a hike immediately after I see them, using the outside door, entering a white hallway I didn't remember. I use another door to exit the house.

I am afraid that Barbossa is going to ambush me when I go out. However, he isn't there. I look at the direction where Barbossa was and see two statues walking at me. You could say they were statues of people that walked zombie-ish way. I happen to have a gun so I shoot one's head off and another's hand off. They keep walking at me, so I blast them to dust.
*Time warp or something, you should be used to these!*

I am at a cemetery with some gravestones and the "zombie-statues". I say: "It's peaceful..." *Statues are closer* "Quiet..." *Statues are even closer* "I think I'm going to like this." Guns go blazing as I shoot at the statues but I soon realise I can't beat them all, so I take a run for it. While I'm running away from them, some bones stick out of the ground in several places and then disappear back to ground. (I could swear it seemed like some kind of skeleton fishes fins or something.) There were loads. I flee the statues to some house, where some guy is and starts helping me. A chair in the house starts flying by itself and I shoot at it, bits of wood go flying around.

Comments:

This is one of the few dreams where I happen to actually fight back against my nightmare creatures. Before I haven't fought against them, but recently I seem to have guns in my dreams so I can fight back. I think it is because of my LD goal to fight back against my nightmares, it has some effect to my normal dreams.

Well, my girlfriend just found my DJ here. So, I will filter some information from now on

I know you are reading it from somewhere, love you ♥ haha

normaldreamlucid

fell asleep while watching tv... so it was a short nap..
was in a neighborhood it was a tight suburban community where you could basically walk everywhere so i remember seeing this baby walk up to me and my family and i see my grandfather looking at this kid whos like two and talking to it, i know its a relative but i dont know who, but seems to have a bruise on its face so i ask and it answered like "my neighbor taught me not to tell on anyone" then the next thing is that my grandfather is up the street going after the neighbor i assumed he was going to give this neighbor a beating so as i get there i creep around the corner i see him towering over this guy whos on the ground i continue to walk over and i see him he was like ok i wont touch that baby, im standing next to my grandfather so im looking down on him as well, he walks away and i follow but i step over his body and he pushes me. Which makes me think a guy who hits a baby aint going to get away from that from me, he was older than me for a good 20 years but i didnt care i just went and hit him in the face and said you dont deserve to even touch me or be around me i see my grandfather give me an approval... then i awoke...

I dont know why but seems like my past few dreams have been violent... and im not a violent guy but apparently i can tell that my dreams are more clarid..

I'm in a kitchen area, seems like it's part of a shitty little basement suite. I can see cheap linoleum on the floor. There's a laundry machine in a closet....some girl is in this kitchen all of a sudden. I think she might be my new roommate. I leave and come back and she's moved the laundry machine to another place in the kitchen area. She's moved the dryer to be beside the washer, except it's turned a funny way because of the way the machine was built. I'm not thrilled by the changes.

I go to my car, and I start to hear music coming from it. It's that Bryan Adams song - Have you ever really loved a woman. I recognize the beginning of the song and rush to get inside my car to stop it from playing because I'm embarrassed. I go to the trunk of the car, and there's another car inside, but the front of the smaller car is in the trunk of my car. The smaller car is also the tape player somehow. I have to get to the trunk of the smaller car to stop the music, but the trunk of the smaller car is at the front of my car. I start to prepare everything so I can get to the front of the car. I put headphones on a bunch of stuff around the car in preparation.....the scene changes up a bit and I'm getting in my car, except at the same time, I'm coming inside to my garage. A guy runs in and drops off something and runs away. It's a plastic, take-out container, and there are apricots inside. There is a note on top of the container (can't quite remember now what it said), and I realize that the container is a bomb. I throw it to the side and run......

I'm trying to find the guy that left the explosives in my car/garage. I'm on some sort of floating dock that's in an "L" shape. I get to the end and see two girls fishing. They're wrapped head to toe in striped, body size toques. One girl takes off her body toque and she has a bathing suit underneath. She whines that she doesn't want to take off her toque because people are always coming up to her and her friend and telling them how skinny they are.

I think the floating dock image came up because of a water trampoline I saw on America's Funniest Videos the other day. And I think the body size toques are a result of my friend and I emailing each other the most hideous wedding dresses we could find and I found one that was a dress that was basically a body condom. I'd upload the picture here, but I'm on my bf's mac computer and can't seem to get it to upload. I know nothing about macs. :S

The car within a car....I also dreamt about an airplane within an airplane a little while back, so I asked my boyfriend what that could mean, because those are very specific things to happen in a dream. He thinks it has to do with sex and I think I agree.

I just remember some girls leading me upstairs. The building was only two stories, but the stairs actually went up for three, and there was a balcony type thing at the top. We went all the way up and turned back down and headed to the second floor. These girls were holding my hands the entire time. Bye the time we got to this one area, there was only one of them left. We were standing over a table with hamburgers on it, and I think she said something about a ritual or something.

11/27/2010
"You Picked the Wrong House, Bud!"

I was hanging out with Josh. We were in a house that was supposed to be "mine", but it wasn't like the house I live in now. This one was two stories tall, and we were on the second floor. It was night out. We were the only ones in the house but, while we were chillin, I could have sworn I heard my alarm chirp, downstairs, as if someone had opened one of the doors. At first, I didn't say anything about it, and thought I was just hearing things. It wasn't until we actually had to go downstairs for something, that I remembered the chirp and actually began to take it seriously.

Before leaving my room, I grabbed one of my knives. On the way down the stairs, Josh asked me why I had it, and I quietly told him that I thought I'd heard something. We crept through the living room quietly, and I looked in all the corners and behind all the objects I could. Nothing. By this time, I had reverted back to thinking it had just been my imagination. There was only one other possible hiding spot; around a corner and down a short corridor, to the other bedroom. The corridor was dark, but I was just going to peek around the corner, pretty sure that we were the only ones here.

I had let my guard down at the wrong time, though. As soon as I peeked around the corner, a shadowy figure was standing directly in front of me, pressed up against the wall, in hiding. I was completely caught by surprise. I swung the knife around, toward his chest, and he actually caught my arm by the wrist, using his other hand and immediately wrenching the knife out of my grip. Now he had the knife. Instinctively, I grabbed him in a hold, securing his knife hand with one of my own, to keep it away from me. Wrestling each other back into the living room, we struggled for control of the knife, at first. Then, I was able to take the guy to the ground and just began pummeling him in the face, with my free hand. (A lesson I've learned is that, when a weapon is involved, you always go for the attacker, and not the weapon.) Once the man was dazed, he dropped the knife, and I just started dropping bombs with both fists. Everything happened so fast that Josh just kind of stood back. While I was annihilating this guy, with punch after punch, I think Josh came by and picked up the knife, seeing that I had things under control. I don't remember much of that situation, other than leaving the guy on the ground with probably every bone in his face broken. He turned out to be just some random guy that broke into my house. Never got around to finding out whether he was just a crook or what.

The next day, Josh and I were at work, and we were talking about what had happened. I was dramatically retelling some co-workers about it, and just when I got to the part where I was raining down punches on the guy, Josh butted in and said something like "yeah, and Greg beat his ass", kind of dismissing any sort of dramatic tension I was building. I don't think he did it to be a dick, but it just came out that way.

Afterward, I remember telling him something about sticking to letting me tell the stories, from now on.

I had vague dream about fixing circuit boards(currently learning), woke up and tried to go into a lucid dream state by repeating, "I will have a lucid dream... I will remember my dream" The strange thing is that I ended up dreaming about trying to lucid dream, where I kept repeating those lines. The dream was set in my room, it was identical to reality to the extent that I could not tell the difference. I tried to go to sleep in the dream and even tried sleeping on the floor to see if it would help. It was only until I noticed that the sun had risen did I eventually wake up a again around about 1:00am ...

Went back to sleep...

...I was holding a painting it was of a pathway. I then stepped into the painting everything is coloured in pastels, I decide to follow a line of bricks on the path, eventually I come across either a person or a statue, its a women sitting on something like a suitcase, looking up at the sky...

...I am now in a room painting some small square ceramic dish, I heard the voice of my mother saying "______ come and see this", an old lady came into the room I thought I knew her from somewhere almost as if she were family. She gave me £20 and said it was a gift, "No, I cant accept your money" I said. "then buy something with it, and sell it at a more expensive price during Christmas", took the money anyway just to keep her happy. Went out an bought something, came back with a few women around me(no I didn't buy them), I seem to know them. I came back with what can only be described as a bouquet of grapes, different kinds wrapped up in green plastic. I noticed someone is missing, "where's _____ ?" Then got a reply from one saying she didn't know and didn't care. There were some strange looking grapes in that bouquet, I wanted to try them, in appearance they were large, round, translucent green with a yellow spot fading into the green. Took a bite of one but noticed a bright orange spider, I dropped them, the spider escaped and the dog ate the grapes... Woke up again, quickly wrote down my dreams then went back to sleep...

...walking along a wooded path along a riverside but the river is about 5m down a banking. The trees are very big, they are fir trees, I hear someone speaking like a tour is being given cant remember what he says, later I dream of the same place. This time all the trees are cut down and there are big trenches cut into the ground....

...I was going overseas to visit family, remember being in some airport meeting some friend. There is a dinning place where I stop to have a snack... I'm driving and end up in somewhere familiar.

normaldreamLucid

Started in this urban area, I'm aware its in england somewhere with broken windows, and am walking with a group of deaf people and signing (am deaf myself). While im talking to them i confess to them about a significant event that just happened to me and i cant quite talk about or announce yet recently and while passing older factory buildings was walking into one and in this room found a picture as Staring at this picture of a woman. she appeared in front of me and suddenly she was half naked after that it clouded up, she had black hair with green eyes, very beautiful. I felt some arousal realized i had a girlfriend and it was a dream and awoke

after being awake tried to go back into WILD method.

Something about persia, and im looking at a rock wall full of medieval art and as im going along i realize its about the crusades and i climb on top of a cliff following the art and at one point the art became like an ivory white as i started to stare at this one part it starts moving and i become a specator of a team of 2 knights in red go agaisnt another group, they were all skinny like skeletons because i remember thinking " wow, they are all skinny and makes sense due to food and water being scarce at that period of time and i awoke due to alarm

I think i need to perform reality checks better and possibly have to get a token to force myself to do RC with it.

[ This dream was extremely vivid, all my senses were very sharp ]

Nothing....
Someone is spraying my feet with something, it feels very cool and refreshing. I don't have any energy or desire to move and feel very ill, near death. I begin to gain some sense of my surroundings. I am laying on the ground naked before a fire outdoors, I am very very hot and weak. The front of me is facing the fire. Someone is blowing on my feet, it feels pleasant but I am still very disorientated and out of it. They spray the small of my back and blow on that too. I begin to feel more awake and aware and I make a small noise of weakness. I begin to recognize that the person is him and he is moving around behind me blowing on my feet and my back. Increasingly I am feeling more conscious and along with that more aware of how ill I actually am. I still have not moved at all. He lays his hands flat on my back, one on each side about where my lungs are. I feel suddenly violently ill and begin to vomit. It is as though the vomit is simply erupting out of me, there is no effort or painful gagging or dry-heaving, my body is simply expelling what seems like an awful lot of oatmeal textured vomit. This goes on for quite some time, the more I vomit the more conscious I become and turn my head a bit into the vomiting. He comes near my face to check on me but I'm still vomiting. He wets my feet and lower back again and blows more on them, the fever seems to be lifting. At this point I'm sweating profusely and beginning to fatigue from all the vomiting, I feel better and very very thankful. He lays near me, facing me and I am so grateful that he is there. I am certain that he has saved my life somehow and in my dream I love him so much - the nature of the love is incredibly peaceful, undemanding, without expectation. He is also sweating and exhausted and seems a little ill. It is quiet and he begins to slowly masturbate - the action is incredibly unsexual. He ejaculates and seems to feel better.
I awake.

Not really much. I just checked to see what music played, because I was pretty sure I heard some and I did:

I Have Confidence in Me. I'm not sure if I was awake or asleep when I heard this. I remember thinking I have the vinyl record. and I was thinking someone else was singing the song I think.

and Walking Wounded. This one, the start of the song was very different than I remember (Like I think my dream changed it) I was going to ask the people who made the song if I could put it in a movie.