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i had a dream i was viewing an episode of 2 and a half men and it was pretty funny, charlie was dressed up as a tiger and i can remember something to do with a mouse. i was watching this as if i was a fly on the wall.

another dream i had was of my old primary school and i was in the church yard out the back trying to get the football we were using. i can remember running towards the wall and using the corners to spring myself on top of the walls.

i can remember being on my mates roof like we use to do when we were younger but he took me up on it a totaly different way and i had my laptop with me and i was taking calls as if i was still in work.

this dream was weird as in the dream i was on holiday and i could remember my fiancee booking the holiday but i just could not remember going on holiday and my friends were there so i decided to ask what was happening but they kept telling me that it was the amount i had drink and that the holiday had been booked for 4 weeks but because the amount i was drinking i could not remember any of it and it was really frustrating, my fiancee was not happy with me at all and i was trying to to tell her i could fix it all and no to worry but she would not listen. i was looking out a window thinking about the scenery outside and thinking im defo on holiday. i was on the phone to my friend and i was telling him to look up coz i was on the roof but he was telling me he wasnt even on holiday with me and he couldnt see me.

i had a short dream where soon to be bro in law was wanting me to teach him to play the guitar, i was trying to show him but i wasnt really playing it i was just strumming it and i was playing loads of different things.

last night i had a dream that we were in a new house and we were waiting on a delivery but when it came someone had eaten my chow mein, the guy runs off to get my food and im sitting on the step waiting for him to come back, i start talking to a gypsy and he was asking if i was ok. then i find i am looking out the window onto a small lake that my fiancee is floating up on her back with people on the edge watching.

Lucid dream, wewt.

I was in a tower that reminded me of a fancy hotel. It fit the image of the inside of most towers; made mostly of stairs. Not spiral staircase, though, surprisingly. The inside of the tower was all beige and lined with crimson, and had occasional windows, allowing much sunlight through. I was at the top of the staircase, battling a man, who looked like he would make a good movie star, seemingly for no reason.

He had some sort of short, metal stick. Whenever I blocked it; I was surprised that the metal was room temperature instead of cold. I found myself jealous of the man, short sticks were really fun to swing around. He wasn't even using it, barely tapping me when he hit me. I had only my hands, and it was difficult to hit him when the surface was not level.

I was driving him down the stairs, though, anyway. He couldn't do much but block with his stick; the stairs wouldn't let him kick and keep balance, but I could. I kept advancing and he had no chance but to move back.

This will make for a neat DJ post, I thought, ignoring my awareness that this was a dream.

We finally hit the level surface at the bottom of the tower, at which point I hooked my elbow around his neck, sidestepped behind his right foot, and twisted my hip. He fell to the floor and could not recover in time to follow me out the door.

I ended up on a bus without much transition in between. I sat in the front, on the left side. I looked out the window. There were many big, white houses, separated from the road by a series hills with hedges on top.
I looked down at the road, not thinking anything in particular.

Then it hit me.
Duh. Dream.

The dream felt like it was destabilizing; but I caught it.

"Anchor dream," I cheered, getting out of my seat and realizing I was now in the back of the bus. "anchor dream, anchor dream, dream anchor, anchor anchor dream anchor dream dream,"
I was now skipping down the aisle.

Before I could reach the door, the bus disintegrated. I hovered parallel to the ground, and decided to go for a walk.

I saw a dream character to my right, in the forest. I still haven't talked to a DC yet. I crossed my fingers as I entered the forest.

As usual where I live, the forest was not at all dense, but sunny, and made completely out of tall pine trees. The forest ground was covered with a thick layer of pine needles.

I got within three meters of the DC and woke up.

I was at home alone, living there without my sister for a while, missing her. I decide to visit her. Next thing i know i drive a black big car, it looks like the car i have in moscow - but smaller and the front passenger seat was weirdly located too close to the panel. I drove for a long time until I got to a place that was like a small island - i could see it from far and get there with my car. This isn't israel any more. driving through the island it looks like a small village with tall trees, but kind of dark. Sort of like russian poor villages outside of moscow, but with tall buildings. I get to one of the buildings. it was one floor but I know where i'm going. as if ive been there before. i confidently go inside and i find my sister there. there were many kids there and she looks like one of them. but i know its her. There were supervisors there, i think two women. Ida looked like a little girl with short black hair, aged around 11-12? Sort of like a child from the cartoon. She doesn't seem very happy to me. And i'm very worried for her. i told her i missed her at home in the evenings and she needs to come back. At some point I leave, driving and i end up in this place. I cant tell if its a bar, but its dark in there and i had my backpack. with a computer and lots of other papers in it. On my left I see a very tall man - he's a basketball player and apparently i know him. i felt like id jump from excitement but i was too worried in my head to react too much towards him. he tells me he will attend my game, which i know is a huge deal. there was a woman on my right, whom i know - it might of been a friend who tells me that its insane, everything i need is for him to show up at my game. Then my dream goes changes as if its a memory within a dream and I see myself play basketball with others in a team. we are talking about the basketball player and how it will make me look if he comes on my behalf. I return back to the dark place (bar) by then he already prepared a ripped piece of sheet for me with some writing. i can't remember what it says but i fold it in half. open my bag and took some time thinking where to put it so i wont lose it. i end up putting it in my passport. I drive back to my sister. When i come back to her the house is more clear where she lives. as u walk in there are metal beds in front and a section on a left and they all sleep there. She isn't looking so good, like sick. she walks me out of the house. I started to wonder why she looks like this girl, and i started to wonder about her age. I asked her why are you like this? but she didn't answer me, instead, she said she was pregnant. I realise I was gone for what seemed like a drive to a bar, but turns out for a while. I'm not sure if her supervisors know about this because she seemed secretive talking about it. she says she was raped by this man, whom i knew but only face-wise. he was black and wide faced. an image of his face came to my head, so ive seen him but i didn't really know him.

that's when i was awaken and i had the hardest time trying to go back into the dream. It took me a while to put all the pieces back together to remember it in order to go back in. and by the time i did i knew i had to write down or else i wont remember.

another big factor was that we all had some kind of stomach problems. everyone had it because of something - we couldn’t eat normal food. we were all dependant on something else i can't really remember or understand how it worked, but i remember trying myself and trying to make others eat something fresh and see if it will make a change. i felt like i could see inside the bodies - i had an image all the time when i thought about it. it was dark/black insides as if burnt and not moving like coals. it was scary and every food entrance did something to us, but i don’t remember what.

Was at a very small outdoor venue for a Lady Gaga show with Dave Donnelly and some made up people that were my friends. At the beginning of the show she walked up to me and Dave and started stripdancing. We were watching her, but I noticed that she was keeping eye contact with me, so I did the same. She pulled on both of our hands to bring us up on stage, Dave resisted, I went along. She did her routine and I watched and danced with her on stage. The dream cut to me being back with my friends and her act parading around the audience on top of elephants. She beckoned for me, so I ran to a spot where she could pull me up. We eventually were burning time back stage and I realized I didn't have my belongings (cell phone, wallet, etc) and I felt like I wanted to ask her if I had time to go get them, but in my somewhat lucid state I decided that it was too risky and that I might lose my grip on the dream. Throughout the entire scenario I was conscious that I was dreaming, but didn't act on it so much so much as I just passively followed along. It was pretty easy to remember I was dreaming since I was at a Lady Gaga concert... Similar silliness and seductiveness until the dream ended.

Later I was dreaming that Joey Corrado was driving us back from the concert in my car. He made some joke about not crashing my car, I believed he was going to crash it, and he drove into another car. I believed the damage wouldn't be bad and that the driver would not be upset, and although he was upset while he was in his car and first exiting, he saw that the damage was not bad and began joking with Joey. I awoke shortly after.

Operation Downfall:
I was waiting together with my specialised fighting team in front of a forsaken building. Someone from the regular police brought us a snack, and a bunch of nothingness happened. He invited us to some sort of festival of protection. As we arrived there 2 of my comrades said "It's silent, too silent", and shortly afterwards we heard screams, the defense platform looked organic, infected. We were attacked by some strange lifeforms who killed everyone else already. We fought our way deeper into the complex, were some other people fought for survival, with no success. I remember the complex was led by some decadent humans, probably the reason for the attack.

Random game stuff:
There was some sort of RPG system in the dream and I had 2 points in the rocket launcher stat, and I was in some sort of pub with a portal. I've been shown some scenes of another game and some comments why this game was supposed to be good, the landscapes were mostly snowy. There also were some moves from Donkey Kong (smash brothers).

Neutron apocalypse cleaner:
I was on a planet which was in pretty bad shape, sorta fallout like. I went into a building and fought of some enemies, afterwards I activated a self cleaning system (probably an advanced neutronbomb, like the one in Noveria/Mass Effect). All enemies were killed and nothing else was damaged, however the inner structure of the complex slightly changes.

10/24/11

I was going towards some exit in some random place. I look back and see my Pre-calc math teacher from High School (Damn it I’m in a university yet I still couldn’t be aware of that).

I was doing random things like balancing some object that was falling on another person’s backpack, and I was avoiding the edges of some stone ledge in a building.

Then I had a dream where I was with my parents for something, but it wasn’t that long. Then I realize I’m late for my Biochemistry class, like 30 minutes late. I decided I should go anyway and see if the professors would let me in. The class ended, but the professor let me sign in anyway so I wouldn’t get 1% of my total grade shaved off (they actually take attendance in this class in a UNIVERSITY). I believe it was the professor I’m normally in during discussion days, which are on Thursdays.

My professor told me that just try to be on time next time or they would have to take 1% of my total grade off. I was going to talk to her about lucid dreaming, but she seemed to be in a rush to go into another meeting and apologized that she didn’t have time to hear about it.

But we’re suddenly in another lab and I’m trying to sign my name on a paper. She said I’m signing wrong and that I had to split every other a while writing in cursive. I eventually get what she was saying, but it didn’t make sense she would tell me that.

That’s all I remember. Hope I get to find my DG again, if the last journal entry I did really was her.

High School Friends
This was a longer dream, I only recall the tail end of it. I am in my bathroom from the Daisetta house where I lived during high school. I am standing near the sink, talking to two old friends from high school BS and TC. We are talking about college. I am bragging that I already finished college before I even got my high school diploma. I explained that I was going back to get another college degree and then I wanted to travel and swim with dolphins. Weird.

Couldn't get back to sleep because my mind felt too alert. I got up for about 30 minutes and then laid down again. I tossed and turned for a while, I don't know how long. Eventually, I drifted into some lucid dreams.

Naked Chicks
I transition into the dream and the scene is exactly like waking life. I am laying in bed on my side, facing the way. Just a bit of dim light comes in from the window. But then there's an interesting different. Two naked girls are on my bed. One is laying on the edge of the bed near the way. The other is on her knees at the foot of the bed and then she crawls over the other girl to the head of the bed. I know I'm dreaming. I can barely see in the dim light. I reach with my hand for the girl who is laying down. I roll her over toward me and run my hands along her body and squeeze her breast.

Rooftops
I transition into the dream and it's my bedroom again. Now it's more light. Sadly, there are no naked chicks. I sit up and look out the window. I phase through the window glass and jump out onto the rooftop of the adjacent building. I jump from rooftop to rooftop, trying to keep control and finesse of my jumps and vision. Then on one roof I see a man learning over the edge with a sniper rifle. I am behind him. I sneak up to him and grab the rifle out of his hands. He struggles with me but I overpower him. I throw it over the edge of the building.

Twins of the maze:
I was in some sort of huge empty building, and the lights were pretty dim. There were two girls, looking exactly like each other. They always tried to lead me to some place but when I lost sight of them just for a moment they would immediatly vanish in the silence. I would then always be able to find them at the place I first saw them. However it felt like everytime I lost sight of them something valuable was destroyed.

On the Railroad:
I was travelling somewhere ON a train, and was enjoying the stars of a clear night. At the next station I met my father, we walked through a forest, where my railroads where (probably trams though). Some annoying small dog attacked us, we fought back but neither was the dog dangerous nor took it any damage, so I turned it into a stick and broke it.

Strange artifact:
I was meeting a girl in a dream to get a artifact from here. This girl was someone really special, she didn't look normal and had a strange but pleasant aura. She gave me some sort of medallion in hex shape with 2 jags. I was completely even on the bottom and there were runes on the top. The top also had a different color for all the 6 segments the medallion was made of.

[B]Follow The Leader? - October 24, 2011[/B]
[COLOR="#8b0000"]I am with my mom and sister in a house. We are doing some type of weird game where you can only move one "square" at a time? Not sure how to explain it, but we all have to work together in order to get from place to another. We all also have to put one foot by the door at the same time in order to leave. Dream ends.[/COLOR]

dream 1 - fragment? :I lie on sofa and this small, cute little brown dog comes up and lies beside me. I strike his belly gently.

I'm in a big building. (I dont know where this was, I couldnt recognize it.) I see huge narrow windows and slightly sloppy stair-less way ...I run down that way and met 2-3 men. I dont remember their face exactly. they suddenly put guns out, pointing each other. (I think they all pointed me) I have a pistol too, but I am so scared that I cant even point well. I even tremble. at this point, I think 'people actually cant pull a trigger; they just point gun...they just want to scare others.' so I think that they r gonna shoot...but it feels like they r gonna shoot. T^T so, trying to be confident, I think of killing all of them, acting very swiftly. I pulled the trigger at the man who's standing on left side of me, hearing loud 'BLAM!', and I tried to shoot the man in the right side, but that man shoots me earlier. I get shot in the head. completely black out. I feel my head collapsing on the floor. I dont feel pain, but I can feel that my brain is seriously injured...
at this point I kinda feel like I want to 'reborn' by pressing Y on the controller like starting again in a game. so I press it, and I feel using the game controller. my point of view is in 3rd person, and the game character is that little brown dog. the background is still the same where the shooting place has taken. I dont remember well here; the dog has to turn on something and get weapon and then kill those 'men'. but the dog got killed, game fails. reborn again, fails, reborn, fails... it is so hard to win this game. I think I got into the game and I was 'me'... I remember confronting sudden huge spider-monster...

dream 2 - I am Vincent Law in Centzon ship. felt episode 16...
I am SO Vincent, I dont know I was 'me'. but I am him. Re-l is lying on the bed writing something on her notebook. I think of confessing how I love her, like that in ep 12, haha but the recall is foggy... I think I grab her shoulder and turn her facing front of me, and confessed... she is sorta puzzled, but she does not tsun-tsun LOL. anyway I'm waiting for her answer...I think talk thru text messaging...

Wow, I really need to go to bed less distracted if this MILD thing is ever going to work for me. My mind was working on too many things to stay concentrated on the visualization or mantra, so my dreams ended up being a direct manifestation of what I had been thinking over...and not about the mantra

1) I was in Israel for a friend's wedding. Never actually saw the ceremony; I was dropped into the dream right after it ended. As I was walking away, somehow I ended up talking to a Jewish girl and we hit it off pretty well. After we'd talked a little while I told her I had to go, and then turned and woke up...

Dream Signs: being somewhere without remembering getting there, being around people (particularly groups of people)

2) ...into a false awakening. I got up and was just about to walk out the door when I saw a big spider laying curled up on the ground. "Oh, I didn't think I'd actually killed that one last night. Guess it didn't get away after all." I was just walking past it when suddenly the spider sprung back into life and shot up into the air, simultaneously growing several times its original size. I tried to escape it, but it came down on my head and startled me awake, for real this time.

Dream Signs: FA (should have made me RC...but I didn't ), highly unusual events

3) When I fell back asleep, I was back in Israel picking up roughly where the last dream had left off. I had only one more day before leaving from my visit to see the wedding, so I was going around with a couple members of my family who were there with me and we just enjoyed ourselves (and I kept looking for a restroom in the dream because IRL I had to pee ). Somehow I ran across that same girl and her family, and we got to talking again briefly. Before I knew it, we were talking on the phone as I was heading to the airport to leave. It seemed like things might actually work out with this girl, so of course I didn't want to leave, but I was literally getting dragged away by my family, so I just had to say goodbye and wake up.

Dream Signs: being somewhere without remembering getting there, romance

1st: I was chatting on Facebook when I suddenly got linked on a picture. The comment was "Hasn't grown since the 5th grade" and I was like "Wtf?!".
It was a picture of a tree and it was really weird. What was even weirder was that the girl who linked me was my crush. I wanted to write her "That was really mean..." and when I sent it I woke up.

2nd: I was inside a room full of pictures. There was this girl and I immediately knew that it was Windhover. I looked at all those pictures and they were really beautiful. I grabbed a picture and the simpsons were painted. She said that this was something she drew a long time ago. I told her that I like it and she suddenly told me that she had success with Wild. The first "real" Wild for 2 months. She even told me that this was her second Wild that night. At that point I almost got lucid but for some reason I didn't realise it...The dream scene changed but I don't know what happened next. The last thing I remember is looking down from an elevator and the landscape was like a huge forest on a mountain. I liked it

Okay, so this is transferred from another site. I will update my dream journal here now, not over there.

First Journal Entry

In this journal I plan to store my dreams, or the fragments of dreams I still remember. Any comments and interpretations appreciated.

Second Journal Entry

These are the bits of dreams I remember from the last two nights:
First Night:
I can remember very faintly, that I was jumping from dream to dream quickly, and the dream state was unstable and shallow. However this allowed it to be a lucid dream to a short extent. In it I remembered that I wanted to have a lucid dream, and did a reality check. I held up my right hand in front of me, and since it was black and distorted, I assumed that it was a dream. Then I thought a couple of thoughts, so that when I wake up I have no doubts that it was a lucid dream... I thought, 'Okay, so I'm dreaming, and I know it. To prove to myself that this is my consciousness, let's do some sums. Two plus two equals four, four times four equals sixteen, sixteen plus sixteen equals thirty-two.' By then I was pretty sure it was my conscious thinking. So yeah.
Second Night:
The second dream was definitely not lucid. I can remember there was some crazy cartoon characters running about in a sea-side town, and there was this big tower which I climbed on top of with my sister, and it swam out to sea (!!!?). I can still feel its deep plunges into the water and then its stomach-lurching risings again above the dark blue waves. (some descriptive writing for ya )
Third Journal Entry

When I woke up after having this dream, I was determined to not let it slip away into the realm for forgetteness (I doubt that's a real word), and decided to write it at least roughly before school. And I did. I will add some details into this description, so that the details are somewhere.

So:
Dream begins when I am walking to the Maths Block at my school for a music lesson (weird). I enter the classroom and look at my trumpet teacher, who tells me to sit down. I sit down in front of him, in the second to last row of desks. Facing away from him, front of the class. The classroom starts filling up with year 4's, and in the row in front of me on the left there sits a Polish friend of mine, who lives in England as well, just a couple of streets away from me. The class' teacher walks into the classroom, and it turns out she's an English teacher. (English Teacher + Maths Classroom + Music Lesson = Wtf?)
The music teacher behind me tells me to take out my music notes, the piece I'm practising right now in real life. I open my school journal and search for it, but all I find is two other sheets of notes, one of them being a music piece and the other just warming up exercises. I make an excuse for not bringing the sheet in, i.e. 'I forgot'.
Then my friend from the same school who also practises the trumpet, and has his lessons at similar times to mine, comes in looking confused, sits down, asks someone the time and leaves. Clearly he confused the music lesson timings.
Scene Change
A fat man with lots and lots of medals appears. This isn't the classroom anymore. I have a feeling it is me (wtf?). He starts babbling about owning people and says he rules.
Scene Change
Back in the classroom, but this time it is the classroom next door, with Year 9 (my year) students in it. A question I cannot remember is asked to a girl opposite me, and she hesitates, then says, "The Polish", and I smiled at that point and said: "The Irish!" and the others repeated it, laughing.
Scene Change
The podium with the fat man again. Again he says he rules all and will own everyone.
Scene Change
Back in the classroom. It didn't change like last time. My music teacher walks over to the left of the class, so I turn in his direction, but instead of what I expect to see, a wall, is the left side of my living room from my house in Poland. It looks so familiar, I remember being so pleasantly surprised at this point. He walks over to one of the armchairs and tells me to follow. And I do. As soon as I cross the border between the right half of the classroom and the left side of my living room, the classroom half is replaced by the rest of the living room.
Me, my trumpet teacher and my two siblings then walk out onto the terrace. It is an overcast day, and I am suddenly barefoot (wtf yet again). Me look at a snail on the terrace, and my mum tells me to put some shoes on. So I go back inside, avoiding an ant, go through to the hall but can't seem to be able to find my shoes. I ask my mum where they are. She tells me she doesn't know so I might as well put on hers.
Yeah. Anyway:

Fourth Journal Entry

My dream record for this one begins when it's already lucid.
Basically I was next to a park near a crossroad, and I knew it was a dream. Very nearly, if not fully, conscious. I knew everything inside was my dream I was supposed to be in charge of, but it didn't let me. However, I was in control enough to be in charge of at least my own body in the dream, just like in the real world.
I considered options of what I could possibly do. One was to enter OBE, but that required a deeper dream state, I felt that. I could do some random stuff, and explore. I could do less random stuff, like beat up people I hate.
I settled for doing random stuff and exploring. Nothing interesting happened from then until I woke up, pretty much.

Fifth Journal Entry

Gosh, lucid dreams come to me every other night now. Yay.
So:

First Dream:
This wasn't lucid. But it was still a cool one, and I enjoyed it.
I was in some garden place, which wasn't really familiar to me, and I was part of a rebel nation that fought against some evil thingy that had its army. The garden was like a maze, and it stretched far beyond the horizon. By maze I don't mean there was corridors falling into corridors and such, I mean there was little teleporters in the plants, which could be used to our advantage or the enemies' advantage if they found out about them. The teleporters teleported whatever activated them to other parts of the maze garden, so we could surprise the enemy. The teleporters were disguised as parts of plants, normally their leaves, but they were stiff, rigid and to activate them you had to pull on them so they cracked.
Anyway, we were a kind of covert army, all camouflaged, you know, those types of people who hide in forests and trees and then jump tne enemy. All I had for a weapon was a bow and two quiver-fulls of home-made arrows. They weren't ideal, but they had some sort of enchantment on them that made them deadly.
Our army was also an army of mercenaries... so strictly speaking we were employed by the rebels to fight the attackers off. My dad, an older archer (who isn't my dad in real life, which is strange) with whom I felt connected anyway, was quite distraught because years ago he lost my two brothers in the maze, and they didn't turn up yet, so chances were they were lost forever. We had some sort of mission to go around the maze-garden and patrol, shoot dead any enemies. So we did. We cracked the leaves of the plants and transported, and at one point, which I thought was really cool later, there was a massive arrow-shootout kind of thing. I killed some and then fled the scene with the rest of the squad as reinforcements were coming to the enemies.
Back where we left my two brothers turned up, so it was all a jolly moment.
Then I went to our "employer", who was an old king of the rebels, and we all knew he was about to die. And he said that I could kill him. And then our mercenary army could easily steal all the gold left in the rebels' crypts, because clearly we knew all the secret passageways.
But then the king said that I could also not kill him, which would be honourable of me but a clearly unwise decision. The enemies' army was too great for us to beat them, so we would all be taken prisoner. If I killed the old leader, however, the mercenary army could join the other side, the enemies' side, and live.
I declined to kill him. It turned out he had a back-up plan, and it was all a test for me to see if the mercenary army could be relied upon. He told us there was another secret passage, travelling through time as well as space. We'd be safe there, if no-one from the mercenaries spilled the beans as to where we were. Because not all of us could come through, and some of us had to go with the rebels' nation because we were told there would be dangerous things inside it. Things from all the different eras of time and all the different places of space.
And I me and my family was chosen to go. So we did.
It was a quite magical passageway; it was kind of like a transparent corridor that led through rooms which were spread all across the Universe. We went through snowy planets, lava-covered planets, there was even one that was in the time of night instead of day. We came out of the passageway into the beautiful grounds of some kind of palace, which was shiny, polished, and clearly belonged to someone wealthy. We went inside.
I can't remember what happened next. It probably carried on, but my memory just picks up the next dream.

Second dream:
A lucid one. I love lucid ones.
I was in some futuristic leisure centre. There was lots of things to do, and I'm sure I'd give them a go if I didn't know it was a dream. I told myself that because it's a dream, I can come back here whenever I want, so there'll be time for that. I looked around and noticed some kids were playing football. I don't like football. So instead of playing, I thought how I could experiment with my dream.
And I had a brilliant idea! If I like police chases, which I do, I could be part of one! So I went upstairs, where was the hotel (I don't know how I knew it; I just did, it's my dream) and I robbed some rooms. I created a nice sack for myself to put all the stuff in. My dream actually, for once, listened to my desires!
I got some laptops, which I thought looked nice to rob, and then went downstairs. Sadly then I was woken up by dad saying, "What do you want for breakfast?".

The End, comments appreciated!

Sixth Journal Entry

Another night, another two dreams. One not lucid, the other lucid, again. The not lucid one was certainly coolest.

First Dream:
Lucid.
I realised I was lucid dreaming, and my dream let me control it, so it was quite good. Didn't feel like flying. But I did feel like causing loads of chaos. So I made the stars go into each other and explode and stuffs. Fun.

Second Dream:
Not lucid, but really amazing!
I was a soldier, yet again, like the night before, but in another era. Instead of fighting with a bow and arrows, I had an assault rifle and a pistol, some grenades. There was this plaza, kind of like a no-man's land, and on the other side there was a ship wreck, the hideout of our Nazi enemies. To the left of the plaza was a wall that seperated the battlefield from their main base. Through the whole operation we were trying to scale it with grappling hooks, but each time our soldiers were shot dead.
We figured we have to storm the enemies' ship wreck first, take out all the people there and then try again. So we did. I shot masterfully. Killed about five of them, I did.
Then my ammo ended so I ran back to our temporary base and grabbed one of the fallen soldiers' ammo clip and attached it to another fallen soldier's sniper rifle. I ran back to the ship wreck but it was already captured. Because our and the enemies' uniforms were similar, I was just about to shoot my general when he assured me that he was an ally. Thankfully.
So now we were ready to get over those walls, and we made the most of the opportunity. The grappling hooks fixed in place and we climbed over.
All of a sudden apart from my sniper rifle I had a hook gun, you know, one of those that shoot a hook attached to the gun by a rope, so you can swing yourself towards something.
There was a tower-like building in the base that was its centre. I got onto a nearby building and sniped out a couple of people through the windows. Then I lowered myself a little, shot the hook at the stone windowsill of the bottom level, which was a library, and momentarily swung onto it. I started killing the people in civillian clothes in there, some of which had guns so I had to be careful. After killing lots of 'em, I decided to enter to finish off the rest. So I did, and threw in some grenades, which exploded and killed lots more people.
But then the rain came down on my parade; super battle droids (yes, the Star Wars kind) marched in from the other side of the library, so while shooting at them frantically, I retreated onto the windowsill. They were just about to kill me when I fired my hook at the wall of the base and got myself outside of it.
Then for some reason I went to a car salon and the dream ended.

The End. Comments appreciated!

All dreams are scraps of something, in my opinion. This dream, although it was connected with Battlefront 2, it wasn't based upon it. More of bits of war poetry we did in English, Die Hard 4 I watched on sunday, GTA, Wolfenstein: Enemy Territory... all that rubbish.

Meh.
Anyway:

Seventh Journal Entry

First Dream:
Guess what? Not lucid!
Can't exactly remember it, but at the end it flowed into the next one.

Second Dream:
Another night. Another lucid dream.
My recall starts when I'm walking down my street and there's some zombies walking here and there, so I get scared and run to my house. I shut the door, compose myself, think, and as I do conscioussness zaps into me. I hear a knock at the door, and I'm sure it's a zombie, so I open it politely. Of course it's a zombie. It's my dream. I predict what happens.
A child zombie. It was really not scary as I was lucid, but I was sure it would've been if I wasn't.
It said it wanted to eat my brains, but kinda seemed puzzled by me not being scared and all.

-Heheheh-
I punched it square in the face.
And it felt fun. I somehow got satisfaction from being able to punch a zombie in the face!

End of dreams.

Just wanted to post a description of what lucid dreams feel like to me.
Well, when I become lucid and gain conscioussness I normally start feeling very safe in my dream. And that feeling of safety is not without reason; nothing, nothing can hurt me inside a dream, once I know it can't. For example, with a dream I had a couple of years ago, I was being chased by a giant mecha-robot type of thing, which was smashing my school into pieces and trying to kill me with deadly weapons. Then, of course, something clicked, and I realised I was dreaming.
So, I turned around to the robot and it exploded. Following my subconscious thought, I suspect.
This concept, I think, that nothing can hurt me if I think it can't, would be nice if it worked in what we call reality. And I think it does, actually. The reason I haven't got proof is that I have doubts in my mind, doubts that I can't completely erase no matter how hard I try.

It is because those doubts are telling me that if I stab myself I will die.
Back onto the topic of dreams, normally I feel so safe and as if I've got all the time in the world. I control what happens when it ]happens and if it happens, I alone can control when I wake up, if I wanna wake up early at all (sadly sometimes my sleep is interrupted by something, e.g. my mum waking me up for school.
When I become lucid, however, I feel the dream getting a level shallower. I am able to sustain it that way, however, but I haven't yet mastered the skill to make the dream deeper and keep the lucidity. Ah well. This satisfies me enough.

When something happens around me that wakes me up, it doesn't feel like the dream slowly fades away, but as if I am suddenly sucked out of it uncontrollably.

Just thought I'd share my thoughts.

Eighth Journal Entry

My lucid dreaming ability is quickly weakening. My lucids are now becoming less lucid, gradually, and more shallow. But, anyway:

First Dream:
I can't remember much. This one was lucid.

I was... somewhere. I tried to order my dream to do things, but it wouldn't. For example fly, but all I could do was jump and slowly float back to the ground. I tried to teleport; nothing came of it. I tried to ask my dream to do them for me, that didn't work either. FAIL.

Second Dream:
Not lucid, but interesting.

I was travelling across some country, always missing my trains and taxis and stuff, getting desperate. I went to a mini-airport for small, light planes, and had to zigzag my way through the runways because so many planes were taking off. Then I went somewhere... *big hole in dream record* then I was next to a motorway. A woman of some sort wanted a car, and she was employing some car designers. They made her a small fast and delicate one, she didn't like it. A pick-up? Too small. At last they made a large truck. It rammed the other cars. The smallest tried to destroy it, and hit it at full speed. Of course, the truck was untouched. The small car's front was destroyed.

The cars then disappeared. The Road too, I think. I was standing in some plaza kind of thing with nothing but open field around it. I looked up, and noticed a flying humanoid with wings up in the sky. It had snow-white wings and a shiny white sword, not quite silver. It hovered a long way up in the air, it was too far away to make out its face, but I could see a pair of wings beating the air slowly as it flew around. Soon it was joined by other humanoids; it was apparent that they were angels, and they were swooping in circles down from the sky. The others didn't wield swords.
The one with the sword must have been Arch-Angel Michael, my patron saint. I started taking pictures of what was happening, and screenshots also, although I don't know how that was possible since I was outside. And then the dream started fading. I looked down and there was a wooden-concrete wall there, in front of me, and it had written on it the whole record of what had happened. It started fading, also. But it never completely did, because I can remember what happened. As I was being sucked out of my dream, a voice somewhere within my dream said, "Remember me, B...." I can't remember the name the voice said, which is annoying. But I know it began with 'B' and contained an 'R' within it.
I tried Bartholomew, but that didn't ring any bells. It was not Bartholomew.


The End

Ninth Journal Entry

Not lucid, but I can make my dreams lucid when I want to now.

First dream:
Can't remember much since I gave up remembering my dreams a few months ago as a result of a lot of stress and work and stuff like that. Anyway, I was kind of like in a renaissance-age city, and I had to find some princess 'cos she was being, at that very moment, kidnapped. I climbed on top of a building to have a better overview of the situation, just below me about a dozen men on white horses sped through the city, with, of course, the princess I had to rescue. There my memory ends.

Second dream:
I was in a futuristic background this time, probably around the late 21st century. It was night and I was with my brother and some random girl, and we were in a warehouse full of various equipment like skis, old computers and stuff like that. We came out, but at once a gang of hooded young troublemakers appeared about a hundred metres away across a basketball pitch, which was next to the warehouse. We quickly went back inside, but they noticed us, so we grabbed a piece of junk each as a weapon, I grabbed an old ski stick, and we went out carefully.
My brother and the girl went left, while I went right, and I noticed that one of the people was just behind the door to the warehouse, so I attacked him. He dodged my initial stab, but after my second one he was forced to spin around to avoid it, turning his back on me. I got him in a strangling hold with the stick, but my brother and the girl got overpowered by the rest of the gang, so I released te guy.
They got us into some long building with detainment cells in in, and threw each of us into separate cells.
The cell weren't that unpleasant, only small. My one had a desk with an interrogation lamp on it, a toilet and a bed, plus two chairs. I searched my pockets, and came to the conclusion that they had not confiscated my phone or my swiss army knife, so I started planning an escape I would make one night when they were off their guard.
But while I was planning, the people went inside my brother's cell to interrogate him, and then that girl came into mine, having broken in somehow. We planned to throw some mini-bombs she had made somehow into the cell next to us, because the wall between the cells ended before the ceiling. So we did, but then they started throwing them back, and it became like a game of tennis, throwing the bombs back and forth (the bombs were roughly the size of bees, btw) but in the end they exploded in our cell, but did not injure us. Something went wrong in their construction, and at that point I realised who the girl was.
Luna Lovegood, lol. I should have expected the plan to go wrong if she came up with it.

Anyway, that's where the dream ends.

Tenth Journal Entry

Decided to get back into lucid dreaming. First night my goal was to just get back into the swing of things, be able to recall my dream. Then I'd go from there, but I actually had a lucid dream the first night I tried, that was great.

Anyways, I remember it's lucid and I remember I could recall a lot of it in the morning when I strained my brain, but now almost all of it is gone. Nevermind; more dreams, more practice!

Dream
I was in some... slums kind of place. Like the poor district of a city, reminded me of the photos my dad brought home from his trip to Belarus. We stayed with our supposed family, whom I had never seen before. When I became lucid I decided that I wasn't going to influence the dream much, so just let it unfurl. A man (supposedly my uncle) led me to a set of wooden cupboards, with clothes in them, and showed me where the bathroom is so that I could wash.
I remembered what I read the night before in real life about interacting with dream figures in different ways and that befriending them is beneficial and healthy to our conscious and subconscious, therefore including the content of dreams.
So, I thanked the guy. He said something along the lines of 'No problem', and went away.
I didn't really want to change the dream much as I mentioned before, so instead of chasing after him to talk, I just got my clothes and went to the bathroom, in which there was no bath, but only a sink. I did my best to wash from it, and all the while people were passing through the room, and I would have been quite embarrassed if it wasn't for my lucid state I think. I was naked, after all.
Without me noticing it, the sink actually grew into a bath that encompassed me, which was a turn for the more comfortable.

I think it was then that my dream faded and I woke up, because that is where my dream record ends.

Eleventh Journal Entry

I really need to get back in to the swing of things. My dream recall is rusty and I can't remember most of my last dream. This one wasn't lucid, my I didn't really expect or want it to be. I was really tired and just wanted to rest.

Dream

I remember being a general of an army and I had an aerial view of the battlefield. My forces were on the east of the field, the enemy forces on the south. I was very vastly outnumbered. All the troops were from about the 17th century (setting for Cossacks II: European Wars, one of my favourite video games). Anyway, I saw that the enemy had sent out a small patrol of archers, so I sent out every rifleman I could spare, which was still about half the number of the archer patrol. My riflemen engaged in very close combat and then started meleeing the enemies. My group of men prevailed, meaning that all the archers were dead, but only one rifleman remained, the rest were killed.
Somehow he got upgraded and a chariot appeared out of thin air, which he used to return to the bulk of my army (the chariot was probably there because of me watching Gladiator the night before).
The enemies sent reinforcements from the north, and would have crushed my army promptly even without the help of what was to come next.
Suddenly, I saw a massive shape moving across the field from west to east. It was huge and in blue, signifying its allegiance to my enemies. I got close to it.
It was a HUGE Covenant Corvette spaceship (from Halo: Reach, the game I play a lot right now).
I got to view its inside, and witnessed a couple of Elites talking about world domination before they took off in white, patterned Banshees, to inevitably annihilate my army.

What happened next I cannot remember.

The next thing I DO remember is some guy without one arm floating in space outside another big spaceship, which looked like it was friendly to humans. The man with no arm I remember had quite much significance earlier in the dream, and I remember that he lost both arms, but one got regrown somehow?
Anyway, he floated into the spaceship and then him and his team, who looked suspiciously like the team from Fast and Furious 5 which I watched at a cinema only two nights before, threw a 'Welcome Back' party.

This is where my dream record ends.

Twelth Journal Entry

Alright! Week off school, which means time to practice proper dream recall!

To the point I had a dream which mostly I can't remember, but I do remember one part. It wasn't really lucid, but I wasn't scared although looking back, I probably should have been.

So:
It was in a zombie apocalypse setting, in a shopping centre, kind of like Bluewater. Zombies were EVERYWHERE! They were basically people, only very, very pale and with blank expressions, and they moaned like proper self-respecting zombies should. They only had to touch a person to get them infected, and it took about 10 seconds for the transformation to complete.
It was a panicked atmosphere, everyone was running for their lives, but since the zombies had almost human coordination, it was hard to distinguish them from the rest of the crowd. There were a couple of identical zombies: a disabled black woman in a wheelchair, who looked similar to the Oracle in the Matrix films.
Luckily I had a weapon: sort of a pistol, but it had automatic mode as well. Meaning if I held down the trigger, bullets would go spraying. The zombies were quite hard to kill, and after about ten of them lay truly dead, I made my way through the shopping centre, trying to find somewhere safe to hide. I pushed my way through the panicking mob, and on my way I saw one of my real life friends, from behind, because he was going the way I was. I shouted to run because of zombies, and he was just like "I know."
By that time I'd overtaken him, so I turned around, to see a very pale and disturbed version of his normal self. Without thinking much I got my gun and put a good number of bullets into his chest and face, then turned again and ran.
Soon afterwards I saw two zombie Ood, a type of alien from the show Doctor Who, but I remembered how deadly they were and ran the other way, careful for them not to notice me.
I went up some stairs to a reception-like room, walled by glass and a glass door. I went in.
There were only three entities here: two twins behind a counter, human, and a dead body propped against the right-hand wall. I heard zombies behind me so, forgetting to close the door, I sprinted towards the counter. One of the twins picked up a rather large, mud-coloured travelling bag and threw it across the room to a guy I didn't see before, and the twin shouted to take the cure and not let me get it.
The guy ran out the room and got completely ignored by the zombies, and I was just like "WTF YOU DOIN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HELPING ME" to the guy, who just started laughing with his brother. The doorway was already full of the walking dead, so there was no way out.
I reasoned that I can't let the twins be turned into zombies, because they'd attack me too. So I shot them both.
However, as soon as the zombies got to them and infected them, their bullet wounds healed.

At that moment I woke up.

Thirteenth Journal Entry

Another night, more dreams!
I remember having three dreams, but not much from each one, however I am proud of myself since when I woke up I couldn't remember anything at all, but then using the key words technique of recall I came up with these memories:

First Dream

I was leader of a scouts team in a forest. They were all younger than me, maybe two or three years younger. There was another team after us, intent on basically kidnapping us, so we had to get a move on. The destination was on the west side of a city which now I can't remember the name of. The forest was 9km to the south of the city. As soon as we walked out the forest, we were on a long, asphalt road with the city in the distance, and a sign saying that he city was 9000m along the road. Both sides of the road were covered in those plants that kind of look like wheat but are much smaller.
It was very beautiful scenery.
We walked for what must have been like 10 minutes, and at one point walked past a bus stop with around 20 people waiting for a bus to the city. Scout rules prohibited use of public transport, so we had to walk. I heard the bus coming from behind so our team went into the wheat-like stuff on the left side of the road. When I turned back round the people and bus were gone.
When we got to the city we turned left and walked up what looked like a high street. It was quite busy.
Dream recall ends here, apart from a little bit at the end of the dream I remember we were in my school, we won the scout task, and were doing a little victory dance

Second Dream

Battle between the Covenant and humans yet again, this time only with proper firepower however: banshees, wraiths and scorpions. I remember having a view from in front of a banshee and the front of it was clear with an elite inside it. It was talking English, reporting to its headquarters, while a human with a jetpack flew up from behind (he looked very much like Buzz Lightyear) and jacked the elite's banshee, throwing him out.
Dream recall ends there.

Third Dream

I was on my piece of land which I bought in a dream the night before, but which I forgot when I was writing yesterday's journal entry. The land was quite considerably bigger than that of my current house, with a garden at least twice the size. In the previous deam I remembered I bought a brand new shed, which I put at the back of the garden, because the old one was a ruin.
The house itself was wooden and quite dark in colour, with a concrete base. It was very square also. It wasn't at all refurbished, so the door was like a 3/4 of a metre above ground level. There was my family inside who came to visit and see how I'm doing with my girlfriend, the name and looks of which now I can't even remember.
The house's structure inside was very crude with holes in the floor here and there, my mum didn't like it and was telling the builders off.
My brother then came along with a life-sized puppet of this young woman from Doctor Who called Jennifer Lucas, and he was all like, "Look how cool this is" until the puppet dragged him into a room and locked the door. Me and a friend kicked down the other door to the bedroom and beat up the puppet and then threw it away.

Dream recall ends here.

Fourteenth Journal Entry

Quite pleased with my dream. It randomly went lucid, which is quite nice

First Dream

May have been inspired by BordoMark's dreams' obsession with the Roman culture. So I was in this small building, which was similar to a little castel, and a Roman army general was having a feast/party in there, and I was one of the guests. He sat in front of me and every other guest apart from me was a Roman soldier. The general's... er... courtesans were to the left.
Then one of them started coming onto me in a very... intimate way, apparently she fancied me. However I knew that if I do so much as touch her, the general will kill me. He was very delicate in those kinds of matters.
Sooo... I legged it.
The woman started chasing me, so seeing that I had managed to charm one of his girls, the general guy got all his soldier people and began to chase me as well, with their swords drawn, so I had no doubt as to whether or not they wanted to kill me.
As I was running, this hoodie guy with a spear ran past me and told me to run, he was going to hold them off. I turned around in time to see him getting brutally stabbed and slashed to death, but when I resumed running, my legs became slightly heavier, so I could run but no way could I sprint and outrun the soldiers.
So they caught up with me. I have no idea what happened next.

Second Dream

Lucid!
I was in an unclear area, it was like a mix of my house in Poland and my house here in London, I don't know if that was why I became lucid.
The interesting thing was, one dream reality check actually failed but I reinforced my lucidity with it. The one that involves trying to recall what happened to get you in your current place. I remembered the Romans and my earlier dreams which brought me spot-on onto where and when I was standing. So I reasoned, I must be very lucid, if I can remember dreams in a dream without actually alternating it.
I proceeded with thinking that since I had no luck with girls that night in my dreams, I might as well try out a few suggestions that the guys on the DreamViews forum made about learning to fly in dreams, because so far I never managed it. They involved pretending to swim in the air or flap your arms like wings.
I did both, but all I achieved is the ability to jump higher and stay in the air for like 10 secs at a time.

Then I remember looking up at a staircase. That's it.

Fifteenth Journal Entry

Alright, well I decided to resume recording my dreams. I have been busy lately and stopped caring for lucid dreaming because I had too much on my mind. However recently I realised I can still do this, on the condition that I'll get a grip on myself and stop being so goddamn lazy in my life.
I have also decided to, at least temporarily, stop playing video games and see if that has an effect on my dreams. Too often have I had an amazing action dream and then realised I wasn't the person shooting: I was only clicking a flippin' mouse. I hope to achieve more controllable and less chaotic dreams this way.
Also, my dream recall is really rusty, so I can only remember part of one dream, although I know I had more yesterday.

Dream

Non Lucid
Me and a science teacher from my school were walking to a cash machine. Sadly, it didn't work, so we went to a bank to get the money from there. The science teacher turned into my dad. The people at the bank said that they sent the money to the cash machine. We were a bit concerned; if the money had already been given out over there, someone could have just walked up and grabbed it. Ah well.
We left the bank, and a random woman and man came up to us wearing smart clothing and initially I thought they were following us, however my dad assured me they were friends from his work. So we went down the street, and the people warned us that there was some tension between the local gangs and that they expected something to break out at any moment. So we sped up, and got to a crossroads with lots of people around it looking very afraid. In the middle was a hard-nut looking guy with an uzi who threatened to kill everyone, and was boasting about how he was gonna pop those fools from the other gang. He pushed a person on the other side of the road before climbing into his purple-pink beetle-like car and driving off towards where we came from, then turning left.
I can't remember anything else.

Sixteenth Journal Entry

My recall is steadily improving, and after just a few nights trying to lucid dream, I have accomplished it again, even though I wouldn't say this dream was extremely lucid or vivid. I knew I was dreaming, but did not realise the situation's full potential, if you know what I mean. However, I am extremely pleased with the dream's content.

Dream

I was in my house in Poland, and looked out of the window of my room. My garden was there, just like in real life, and then I looked down: I saw a white and black dog, which I had only seen before in a dream and thus reasoned that I was in a dream. Not only did I feel elation, but also a very strong sense of surprise. I looked down at my hands and they went very blurry, then merged into my right hand.
At that point, I was certain it was a dream.
So, I ninja-dived out of the window, run through my front gate and turned left, to see where the dream would take me. The landscape instantly started transforming into a renaissance-style setting. My sister was running in front of me with a sword in hand; we turned left into some kind of village with a soldier in a gokart going past us, saluting with his rapier. We turned left again and found we had come to a small wooden fence and gate, with nothing but darkness beyond and a silhouette in the distance: there was also a person on the other side who was obviously the gatekeeper. He warned us that if we went past the gate, we probably wouldn't return.
Since this was MY dream, I leapt over the fence, rolled onto the floor and stood up LIKE A BOSS, and then kept on running. In the dark corridor I found I had some DC's with me who were supposed to be my friends, although I didn't know them, and they joined me. My sister had disappeared.
The dark corridor was divided by a rope going down the middle; you could barely see it. I sensed this was kind of an assault course, that would test me. And that nobody ever came out of alive.
My friends took the path left of the rope. As it turned out, this was correct, so I followed them, but one of my friends took the path on the right. As I was going down the corridor, I heard a noise like a charging-up-laser sound and saw a square on the wall to my left made out of light. A laser shooting sound was heard and my friend disappeared.
We came to a small toilet, a little room of respite before the next challenge. Once we had done what we had to, I peered into the next room. There was a man sitting there with his back to me but kinda diagonally, so I could see his profile. He was balding and slim. I went back into the last room hoping he hadn't seen me and told my friends that he was in there.
One of my friends went in. We heard some thumping sounds, then my friend came flying through a wall back to us.
I told my friends I'd handle it, since it was my dream. Even though I had only like half of my lucidity left.
I tried to fly to the next room through the wall, but failed. I couldn't fly, like I never can in my dreams.
So the man comes to us. He's Agent Smith from the Matrix trilogy.
I fight him for like twenty seconds, super-fast kung-fu style. It. Was. Awesome.
But he punched me in the face, so we agreed he had won the first round. The second round went quicker, he ended up having me in a leg-lock, so I conceded.
I got beaten by Smith, but I suppose there's no shame in that since Neo got killed by him too in the movie.
Anyway, so then these twenty guys with rifles come outta nowhere and surround Smith and riddle him with bullets, because he's a threat to the Matrix and the machines want him eradicated. Amazingly, Smith is still alive, so they put him in the back of a cop car, while I go talk to my friends.

End of dream.

Seventeenth Journal Entry

My recall is still rusty, but I'd like to think it's improving.
A strange thing is happening to me: I seem to have lucid dreams but not get enthusiased by them. This is the third one in a row. I think they are lucid, just probably not entirely.

Dream

I went out of my old house already lucid. Can't remember anything that happened before. My dad and sister are going fencing, I'm supposed to go with them, but I just laugh and concentrate back on what I'm doing. And what am I doing? Stabilizing the dream by looking at my hands, rubbing my hands together, observing every detail on the skin. They weren't distorted this time though, so maybe I should start varying my reality checks a bit more.
Once the dream was stabilized, I realised the street was completely empty and completely vivid. I said, "I want to see my Dream Guide", and immediately saw one of my friends in a car next to me, so I opened the door for him to step out. Now, I don't know if he was my dream guide or not. But he seemed like a dumb DC who didn't exactly know what was going on, so I left him.
I went to the main street, with lots of cars passing. My mum was there trying to cross. I said, "Stop", and all the cars froze for a moment, before resuming. My mum was just like "omfgwhat" and I was stopping and starting the cars.
I crossed the road and spun my hand around, meaning to also control a street sign; it worked. The sign was spinning two metres away from me while I was spinning my hand. Then I stopped and corrected the sign, patted a DC on the back for the lolz, and ran across the road to correct the other sign. When I did, I crossed the busy road and decided to ask for my DG again. So I did, and I went down a street I could remember from my past dreams, into a building inside which I knew was a hospital. A very dirty hospital, made out of only concrete and with claustrophobic corridors and rooms, but a hospital nonetheless. I went inside and heard crying coming from inside one of the rooms.
I went inside and there she was: the Oracle from the Matrix Trilogy. I asked why she was crying and she replied that she just led me into a trap. My lucidity went down a couple of levels and I genuinely thought I was Neo. Agents came and shot me in the elbow to see if I could feel pain. I couldn't really, so they took me and the last thing I remember from the dream was that I was looking from above at Neo getting his skull drilled into and his face cut, but he was talking to the agents while this was going on.

End of Journal Download.
New entries will appear in separate posts.

I am at home, it is nighttime and my mom comes home from work and takes a bath. Then she disappears. I am waiting for her, and she's not coming home. It is close to midnight. Then dad tells me that she was called back to work for an emergency. I feel sad and angry that she's not/never home. I want to be with my mom.

I had two or three dreams last night but not really sure of the order they were in:

I remember being on a road that runs parallel to a railroad track. Up ahead, the road makes a 90 degree turn to the right and crosses the tracks. I'm not sure what I'm driving, only that it's smaller than the cars and trucks that are lined up on the road. They're lined up because a train is coming and the crossing gate is down. My vehicle is small enough (a golf cart maybe?) so that I can drive alongside the stopped vehicles until I come to the railroad crossing. The first vehicle in line is my truck but some else (a friend) is driving it. While we're waiting for the train to pass, I look over and notice a small stone wedged in the tread or the right front tire. So I reach over and pry it out with my fingers but when it comes out, it turns out to be a long thin strip of metal or something, which I drop on the ground. Having seen how long the metal piece was, I'm now worried that the tire is losing air. I put my ear close to the tire, and I think I hear air coming out. But the train going by is making too much noise so I'm not sure. I put my hand where the metal piece was to see if I can feel any air coming out, but I can't. I step back and look at the tire to see if it looks low or flat, but it appears to be okay. I look on the ground for the piece of metal I dropped because I want to look at it more closely, but I can't find it. I think I find it but what I find turns out to be a long thin piece of rubber that is hanging down from the tire's wheel cover. Anyway, I'm worried that if the tire IS leaking air and with the train taking so long to go by, it might be flat by the time the train passes.

In my next dream, I'm on an airplane. But it's not a normal looking airplane; it seems to have more than one cockpit. I never see it, but I'm assuming there is the normal cockpit at the front. I'm back in the cabin and there are two pilots sitting in seats which appear to have a second set of controls (almost like a driver's ed car has more than one steering wheel). But the pilots are just sitting there. I get the feeling that whoever is up front is flying the plane and these two pilots back here in the cabin are there just in case they're needed. We're coming in on approach over what appears to be a busy multi-lane freeway and having to bob and weave over, under and around obstacles like power lines and overpasses. It becomes clear to me that whoever is up front is having trouble keeping the plane steady and I begin to wonder if and when the two pilots in the back are going to take over. All of a sudden the plane descends down quickly and almost lands in the back of a large boat that's being towed on a trailer on the freeway. We're so close I can see the surprised face of a man standing in the boat. At that point, the two pilots take over and begin flying the airplane. I don't remember anything after that.

In my third dream, I'm in what appears to be a large warehouse. People are claiming cargo and unpacking it. There is a family of Asian-looking people to my right and they're unpack two or three large bundles that appear to have been wrapped up in these huge green leaves. Each bundle is about three feet high and wide by about four feet long. I get the feeling that they bought or won the large bundles without knowing what was in them and that they're just now finding out. Since I'm close by, I can see what's in there as they unwrap them and it appears to be macaroni salad but the noodles are huge, big enough to put my arm through. Apparently, the contents of the bundles isn't what the people expected because they don't seem pleased. A little boy in the group turns his head and grimaces after smelling the noodles. At this point, my memories of the dream jump ahead a little. The same Asian family is now preparing the macaroni salad concoction on a stove and the man cooking (the father?) has added some kind of ingredient that he says will give it more protein. He wants me to buy a plate of the stuff from him, but I'm not sure if I should or not. Suddenly I remember I'm there with my brother and go outside to find him and explain what's going on. I walk outside into a courtyard and see my brother off to the right. He's standing by a small concrete ledge and talking to my Mother and a couple of my other brothers who are sitting on the ledge. I walk over to say hi to my Mom and she stands up and gives me a hug. At this point, I woke up.