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10.07.2010

Going out with three ladies. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Well... one of my low nights, but still good with some decent recall. Two dreams, one of them is a short fragment.
Second one:

My wife was in the dream.
I met three ladies and all three fell in love with me. One was White, other one was African American and the third one I think it was asian.
They wanted me to go for the night with them and sleep with all three. My wife did not knew the entire plot, but she was not very convinced about this.

I was in downtown and it was night. I went to a restaurant that was similar to a TGI Fridays, but the logo was black and read instead of regular.







They had a dragon inside sleeping. It was more like a giant boa rather than a dragon. I went back to met this ladies. The African American one was nude and tried to have sex with me.
I was in a hotel picking some stuff from my room to bring to these ladies. I exited the hotel and I was like in a mall. It was a huge three floor mall. It was morning now and I had to meet these ladies for breakfast. Before heading for breakfast, I met with a guy in his room. I told him about the odd Friday's banner I saw and purchased. These guy told me that it was other restaurant. He told me he had several branded shirts. He opened his closet and indeed he had. I recall he had several Pumas Soccer Team shirt.

I left and stepped to the third floor. The ladies were having a conversation about something. I joined and I had a plate with several pancakes. I was not hungry but I started to eat. After we finished, one of the ladies pulled a device that rated out breakfast. I was the lowest rated because I did not eat as much.
We were planning going to Canada to live and start a live all four together.

The scenery changed and I was playing cards with my regular friends, plus made up friends plus this ladies. We were rolling the dice for the teams.

I do not know if the following is from the same dream, I think so:

- Three pigs.
- I was throwing fireworks.
- Olive Oil Store.

10.07.2010

Triple Astral (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Well... one of my low nights, but still good with some decent recall. Two dreams, one of them is a short fragment.
First one:

- I woke up feeling very good.
- Three Astral Projections.

To celebrate my hundredth entry, I present my first 'induced' LD.

BONUS ENTRY OF DOOM!™

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Humble Beginnings (DILD)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Barely enjoying my time at the mansion, I chatted with a few acquaintances. The conversation was rather boring, much like our 2D environment. Sickly orange and brown patterned floors sat, pixelated, on the same plane as the dark wood paneled walls. Beyond the room, there stretched an infinite sea of black nothingness. Of course, all this seemed perfectly normal to me in all my 8-Bit glory. That is, until I stopped listening to these dreadfully uninteresting people and started thinking about something more exciting.

Recalling my incredibly recent readings on the phenomena known as lucid dreaming, I ponder how cool it would be to have one. Following that line of thought, I realize. . .

"Holy shit. This is a dream."

With that, my flat world exploded into detail. I could now see that ugly-ass carpet under the long fancy banquet table we were sitting at. Pillars supporting richly flowered vases and sculpted busts sprang into view. I stand up, done with this social nonsense, and leave the room through the open, towering, mahogany doors. The cold, hurt, and surprised stares from the lifeless DCs don't phase me in the slightest.

Soon, I'm outside, but one of the girls has trailed along, seemingly concerned for my well being. Opening the door to the black limo waiting in the street, I look back to her and say, "You wanna get out of here? Maybe stay in a hotel tonight?"

"Sure." She replies shyly, smiling as I let her into the vehicle first. I figured, even if she was a DC, it'd be good practice if I ever dated anyone again.

The limo took off, into the city. My date sat quietly next to me, obviously too shy, or to mindless, to start a conversation. However, that didn't bother me, as I was too busy being in awe of the dream around me. Looking out my window, everything seemed so remarkably detailed. The luminescent lights of the tall buildings and casinos, the reflections playing off the glass, the subtle chill of night, and the complexly intricate side-street corner-markets, all appeared as real as I could have possibly hoped for. All doubt had been wiped from my mind: this Lucid Dreaming thing was the wasp's nipples--so to speak.

Coming to a stop now, the two of us exited onto the sidewalk. The ambient orange glow of the neo-gothic hotel's lamp-lights surrounded us as I approached the bellboy, in his red uniform. Reaching into my pocket, I know I have to procure some kind of payment. Good thing this is a dream. I think to myself as I grasp onto the credit card that wasn't in my pocket a moment ago. Presenting it to him proudly, he takes it un-amusedly and swipes it.

"Ma'am, this card has been rejected." He tells me flatly.

"What?! That's not possible. Swipe it again." I order.

The girl lightly grasps my arm at the elbow, as if she could sense my rising anger, and wanted to pull me from the situation.

Sighing, the bellboy swipes my card again. "Nothing has changed, ma'am."

"Well, fine, how about I give you cash?" I reach into my empty pocket again.

"We don't take cash."

I pull away from the girl. Now, I'm proper pissed.

"The hell?! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!"

Obviously, this idiot didn't know he was my creation, part of my mind. A thing whose existence I could destroy with a mere thought. His ignorance to his unimportance was infuriating.

So much so that it woke me up.

I did remember quite a lot in the middle of the night but didn't find it necessary to write anything down ... a lethal mistake.
I remember that one of my dreams had something to do with lightsabers and digging somebody up from polystyrene but it's all really blurry and I can't say anything else about it. I have this feeling that I can almost remember one of my dreams but it's just out of my reach, an irritating feeling.
Looking forward to the next night.

I did have 2 other LD's this morning, involving trying to hop into sims in my dreams. I don't remember much about them, and I don't feel like sharing the little bit I remember, since it would be hard to piece it all together. Of course, it also was a FALIURE. Though I don't remember much of them now, I do know they were decent length.

I'm at a giant fourth of july festival/parade. I'm walking through this large aisle of people, around me are overweight american families in red white and blue. I'm looking for Donald. I have my dog with me and I let her off the leash and tell her to go find him. She can't find him.

I'm at a house, I go outside. There's this small punk girl with a mohawk I've met a few times. She's angry with me and I ask her why she doesn't like me. She says that it's because I didn't feed some starving people she saw a few days ago, and how can I be a real human worth knowing when I don't do my absolute best to take care of people better.

I started off with my grandmother at some sort of park or something. I think there was a fountain. She was taking me there for a pleasant excursion.

Eventually that changed. Instead I was with my mom and V. V was high on weed or something. I remember having my black purse with me. We were climbing around on this play structure or something. At the end of it we were with my mom.

Then I ended up at Tim Hortons. We were going to the drive through and ordered something. As some sort of weird giveaway, they gave me a little box. It was orangey-yellow and looked like a cough drop box. It was a box of "weed pills" (why would I even dream of this? I've never even done drugs before xD). It had a picture of some white pills that were disintegrating into a white mist on the front. I decided I would give it to V; he would enjoy it. I briefly remember shoving the box into a red and brown purse that apparently belonged to V.

Then after I was thinking about it - maybe I should have tried it? I decided I should go to Tim Hortons and try to get another pack. But, to my disappointment, this time they just gave me some random candies.

I then ended up on that play structure again, but I was playing some game with these two random guys. It was sort of like tag; when the first guy said go, I would have to run to a certain part of the structure as fast as possible, and the other guy would chase me and try to tag me. When he said go, I ran, but wasn't really trying. The guy tagged me numerous times, but I acted as if nothing happened. No one seemed to notice that he had actually tagged me. The dream ended there.

All I remember is something to do with pigs.

Actually, I remembered more but have forgotten now because I had to do some stuff as soon as I woke up so I didn't have time to write everything down straightaway :/

Note: My goals tonight included training with Vegeta if he wasn't otherwise occupied playing around with Walms before going to find the dragon man, I'm going to call him Dragor for the purposes of this record, I found a few days ago that needed to be healed. He had been hanging around with two other individuals which Q has described as the worst kind of evil… but as evil as they are, they are even more lazy than they are evil… so when left on their own, they just get drunk a lot, talk about death and destruction, and occasionally bully someone who has annoyed them. So technically I don't have to fight them if I can get Dragor separated from them so I can deal with him on his own. Keeping my goals in mind I fell asleep and slipped into a WILD…

This time I remembered right away that I was going to pick up MoSh before going to see Vegeta for training. But I also remembered that there was a chance Vegeta would not even be there when we arrived. So before going to pick up MoSh I would go make sure our sensei was there to do the training. I opened a portal to Vegeta's house and stepped through it only to see Vegeta was right there waiting for me. He asked me if I wasn't going to bring MoSh this time. I said I had come by to make sure Vegeta was there just in case he had gone off to find Walms, as there was no need to bring MoSh here if there was no one here to train us. Vegeta said he had gone to find Walms, who had told him he was busy with something else and then disappeared. Since Vegeta was there, I opened a portal to go find MoSh.

I stepped through the portal into MoSh's inner world to find his house had once again changed dramatically, in fact this was the most dramatic change yet. I was not looking at a house now, but an actual castle! The houses on either side of MoSh's house had been pushed aside to make room for the larger structure of MoSh's castle, causing them to look rather cramped on both sides. MoSh came out of the castle, greeting me as he came over to me. Pointing at the castle, I asked MoSh what was up with the castle, was he now a king? Should I be addressing him as 'your royal highness' now that he was living in a castle? MoSh didn't say anything, he just stood there and gave me a really weird look. Maybe it was just my perception of his home that was getting screwed up and the actual home wasn't changing at all.

Vegeta was waiting for us when MoSh and I came through the portal back into my inner world. He didn't waste any time with getting on with the training. As has been happening, my memories of the actual training are rather sketchy. What I can tell you is that Vegeta used his time dilation and caused the training session to go on for a considerable length of time before I finally woke up after only about an hour of sleep.

10.07.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Didn't sleep long and therefore only remember one small snippet.

Dr. John Watson from Sherlock Holmes was narrating a dreamviews dream entry complete with images. He told a story of a werewolf.

07/10/10

I'm an employee at a convenience store or pharmacy. I have to restock the book section; there are fewer books on the shelves every time I look back at them.

I grab a box from the back and open it up in the comics aisle. It occurs to me that I have no idea what went where, or even which books were out here to begin with. Rather than call my boss over such a trivial matter, I happily start arranging my own favorites on the shelf.

Oddly, the comic books seem to be about 15x15 inches across, and the shelves are sized to fit them. Even in the dream, I think this seems a little off.

Later, I find out that Quickton has enacted a new law: hair colour has been declared illegal. I immediately dye my hair blue.

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I'm at a lake. A girl dares me to swim under the dock and pick up a pebble she just dropped in. I jump into the water. Beneath the surface, it's perfectly clear, and I look around, exploring the caves and crevices that make up this underwater world. Finally, I grab the odd-coloured stone - it's pink or purple - and head back to the surface.

Standing with a group of people in the woods, I watch Dumbledore give a speech about a competition that's going to happen. It's similar to the Triwizard Tournament from the fourth book, but more people are involved. Each of the houses gets representation, and there are a whole bunch of different areas - including chess tournaments - that not everyone will be competing in. Furthermore, you can be selected to represent a house that you're not a part of.

I'm Harry Potter, and obviously, I'm in Gryffindor. I already know how the rest of the dream is going to turn out, though; I'm going to be chosen for Slytherin. There's no other possible outcome.

I observe Hermione freaking out over something, but I'm feeling very calm and cold, and so I leave her be. I'm much more interested in the competition.

Later, as myself, I talk to a family friend at the campground I spent most of my summers in. It's windy, and she's worried about their tents flying away. I tell her that the storm is about to get a lot worse. I know this because I'm from the future.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"As long as I don't step on any butterflies."

Butterflies. Scare Factor: 1.

ETA: I took this as a sign that I should die my hair blue today. So I did.

Slept between 10:00am-2:30pm

Brief fragment involving theatre. I was watching a rehearsal of a musical and they were choreographing the dance moves to the songs.

False awakening, in which I thought to myself, "Better pinch my nose and see if I'm still asleep... *nose pinch* Huh, I can breathe. Means I'm not awake yet... *forced myself awake, nose pinch* That's better... Wait - fucking hell!"