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I've been astonished about Yoshi's wild tecnique working out the first time I tried.

I went to sleep at 2 and a half a.m. I relaxed my self and I applied the first phases of Yoshi's WILD. .
After the reverse blinking I felt so relaxed that I was not able to open again my eyes. So I just let my thoughts free withouth focusing on any. After 10-15 minutes I turned on my side.
I waited for HI but after half an hour nothing happened. It's only after one hour that I felt really scared. I was supine, completely relaxed and I heard whispers, and a female voice I could not understand. At the beginning I felt happy. I told to myself: "Finally HI is coming". Suddenly I felt a hand pressing on my face like a claw. In spite of the great fright I maintained my concentration, I remained still and I thought it was just an hallucination.
Then I began to see the first images passing behind my eyelids. I left them pass trough until I had a stable one: a bunny with an aggressive look becoming bigger and bigger. That was the stable image that made begin the lucid dream.
To confirm I really was in LD i did a RC: I stretch out my arm and i saw it extending. I really was in a LD.
I was inside the building of a hotel with different floors opening on a central hall. I'm running away from a hostile presence who is following me.
At this point the first LD ended.

I relaxed again. I left the HI flow again and I DEILD to the following dream:

The hostile presence remained but the setting changed: I was inside my attic. The ceiling was very low, I was knelt and in front of me there was a concrete wall. It was very difficult to flee away. I thought that I was in a dream and that everything was possible. So i put my hand through the wall and I saw it sinking into it with the sensation of a thick rubber. The arm followed the hand, then the shoulder and finally all the body passed to the other side. I felt a deep sensation of pleasure, like a little pleasant rebirth.

Again the dream ended. Then I relaxed and DEILDED again to the third dream.

I found myself again in the hotel. I looked out the first floor fence into the central hall. I leant against the fence and again I realized I could not flee away. So I tried my first attempt to fly.
I've just thought to fly and my body started hovering in the air. The higher I was stretching my arm the faster I was hovering up. I flew until the ceiling, then i clenched my fist and I left it passing trough the ceiling. Very slowly all my body followed the way my fist opened up.
To resurface on the upper floor was slow and inside the concrete the sight obscured. After re-emerging, the light turned on very slowly, like a an halogen lamp switched on in slow motion.
Reality fatigued to build itself again.

The dream continued but I could not remember the following.

Im walking around this neighbourhood with my dog and some guy. We then notice that a guy with long beard is starting to chase us. The guy has a geiger counter and we are leaving radioactive marks behind and by those hes easily keeping track of us. We then go around this neighbourhood and come to this red car. I ask my comppanion if this car is his, he says yes. We then go in, I try to get my dog in but Its struggling against me so then I yell at it and she jumps in. Its winter and the neighbourhood reminds me of the neighbourhood near the jäähalli.

We are driving the same car, but now its summer and we are driving to this cabin. We come to this intersection and I see a guy imitating Muammar Gaddafi and then I see M sitting on a rock.
We come to the cabin and theres like this show going on and I need to participate in it. I put some clothes on for the show.

I was inside the store my parents own and my brother was on the compuiter , i started throwing some juice boxes at him because he woudlent let me on (the compuiter) so i kept throwing them to piss him off when suddenly out of nowhere he gets a knife and started chasing me outside, so i run and almost get run over by a car and just when i think he's far away he yell's a battle cry and i run for my life shit scared.then the dream ends and i sleep for the rest of the night.


i did not realize i was in the dream.

Shared Dreaming

Halloween Party

Heather, Tyler and I live in my old house. It’s early morning, like three a.m. or so. Tyler and Heather decide to go outside for a walk and a little adventure. I am getting some layers on because it’s cold out but they’re already out the door. I yell at them and they don’t stop, so I have to run up to them to catch them.

We are walking around and it seems to be Halloween. There are kids everywhere and a stop sign has a plastic decorative ghost-stop sign decal taped over it. I want to make the O of it into an eyeball, so I take a permanent marker out of my pocket and “grow” tall enough to vandalize it quickly. I can’t “ungrow” so I’m tall for a long time. (Heather dreamed that there was a person that was very tall all throughout her dream).

We discuss which way to go and we think about downtown which in my dream-mind’s eye looked how it does when I dream of it, as if the area is semi-static on the dream plane.

There is no transition that I remember, though both of these fragments "feel" as if they are part of the same dream.

I am dumpster diving behind Tyler’s apartment with Marilyn Manson as a teenager. We go through one of the back doors of the restaurants that line the brick wall of dumpsters. On the other side is a big house party. I feel completely lost among Marilyn Manson fans and gothic kids. I walk around the place and the living room is Heather’s living room.

Heather is laying on her couch taking up two spaces; Adam is sitting on the third space. I go over and lay on Heather, so relieved to have her here when I thought I was alone. She gets red and starts getting up, pushing me off of her. She’s embarrassed to be with me in front of Adam.

I’m sick of that feeling so I walk into the kitchen and start eating cupcakes. Dylan, my ex-boyfriend is at the party. I decide to take revenge on Heather by telling him we can go out again. He is ecstatic, to a point where I am annoyed. It’s not worth it. The whole time I am at the party, he’s trying to say things to me to make me really love him again.

I take him outside, where it’s still dark out (though hours have seemed to pass).

“I can’t two-time Heather like that,” I say. I try to break up with him and it’s really difficult, only because I know that he will feel like shit after I do. I realize he’s in college and get weirded out for some reason, so it’s easier. I break up with him again and go back into the party.

It’s mostly over, as if I had been gone for a long time and it’s now morning. Almost everyone’s gone. Marilyn Manson is yelling at his mom, and I give her a sympathetic glance. I “know” that he used to be nice to her but started to be mean as his persona grew.

I walk over to the second living room (not Heather’s). There are giant seats that sink in a lot. I sit in one and find a gold key that Heather wears. Instantly, I know that Heather made out with Adam in this chair. I text her “found your key”, which will let her know that I know what she did. I’m upset.

I look around the room. Everything is being picked up. A girl is throwing these giant cellophane carrots away. An extremely young version of my grandmother is picking up most of the trash and stuffing it in a trash bag.

She gets really upset that the girl is throwing the carrots away and starts yelling at her because they are full of “goodies”. I remember that my grandmother is a highly spiritual person and wonder why she is getting so upset, losing her temper over a trivial thing. She goes into another room to clean up there.

A few guys sitting around the breakfast table are talking about the newspaper mascot, Happy. It’s a black dog who is severely depressed.

“Never try to make Happy happy. Everyone knows he’s sad so it’s insulting to him,” one of the guys says. He gives me a page of the newspaper. I held the paper out about a foot in front of me. An article had been strangely bolded and unbolded and when you can see all of the words, the boldness of the letters reveals a black ink dog made of words. His tail was the darkest part.
I throw it into the trashbag. I see a few Jenny Lewis calendar posters, really quality black and white, thick paper. I start taking them out. A woman sitting in one of the deep comfy chairs starts talking to me about Waterville’s mascot, a parrot named Waterlou. (Heather had a dream about mascots.)

My grandmother walks out of the room and smiles at me. I see that her temper was very in the moment and she was easily brought out of it.

My first lucid since learning about it. Extremely facinating! I just walked around when I realised I was dreaming. From the kitchen to the living room. I touched things and in the livingroom, I rubbed my hands and spun halfways. Then I don't really remember much more. It was really cool anyways

I am pushing the brake pedal in my Geckomobile all the way down. It seems to have little effect. I can feel the pressure on my foot. I seemed to be going on forever. I remembered the dream later that day when I was driving in my real car pushing the real brake because I almost missed the stop sign in the fog.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an alien spacecraft. The interior of the craft was very nice. It had molded, rounded walls colored cream-white and eggshell-brown. The room was round, with a round, central column, which may have served as some kind of control center.

There may have been a window somewhere, which I may have been looking out of at some point. We were probably at some high elevation, though still in the atmosphere of whatever planet we were on, probably Earth.

I was remembering some conversation or having some conversation in my head. It had something to do with aliens. There was some kind of idea that aliens were taking or duplicating people's identities or else using people for their identities in order to do something.

Something about the whole argument which had been made to me regarding the aliens didn't make sense. I tried to express the idea.

I now saw a room of cars -- kind of like one of the prize-display stages for the TV game show The Price Is Right. There were three cars of different sizes and quality. I was making an argument using cars as a metaphor for identities. I was trying to make a point that aliens wouldn't use human bodies for identities, since they'd easily be able to a lot more with their own, much more advanced, bodies.

But I also seemed to be trying to make some argument that aliens were actually using cars' identities in some way, instead of using people's identities. Some cars weren't cars. They were actually aliens disguised as cars.

At this point, the interior of the alien spacecraft, instead of being all smooth walls, had a number of rooms like the room with the cars in it. I don't know if all the rooms had cars in them.

(Side notes: Yesterday I went to the Museum of Modern Art and watched documentaries for -- well, from 1:30 PM until 10 PM.

One showing had two documentaries: one about the history of General Motors destroying the trolley car industry so it could artificially create demand for cars in the United States; the other about General Electric's nuclear weapons business and the effects it had on an upstate New York town.

The General Motors documentary struck me deeply because, growing up as a suburbanite in America, a car was just a thing I had to have once I became 16. It was part of my identity. But, in addition, I feel very strongly that I identify with cars in my dreams. Cars stand for my identity in my dreams.

But -- if you look at Bruno Bettelheim's book The Empty Fortress, for example, the autistic children identify with cars or identify cars as beings that can care for them and nurture them as children.

So, it seems like, despite the demand for cars being pretty nefariously and artificially created by a small group of rich men, cars also came to stand, rather quickly, for human identity.

The second documentary outlined the role General Electric played in the arms race, how it carelessly dealt with its nuclear waste, and how it then tried to hide all this stuff from the public. The story reminded me, oddly, of all the stories of UFOs in the United States and the stories of government conspiracies to cover up the truth about UFOs.

Well, I don't think it's anything new to assert that a lot of the fervor around UFOs and conspiracy theories regarding UFOs was, at least some of the time, derived less from actual UFOs and more from the collective understanding in the United States that the government, military, and corporate structure were doing things without telling us about it, and that we probably wouldn't approve of these things if we knew about them. You can read Jim Marrs' books to get more of an idea about that.

So I think my dream combined these issues, which are somewhat large, emotional issues for my little, squirrely brain, and fashioned them into my dream.)

I've had very little recall over the past few days. Always remembering having a dream
and little bits of it but not enough to write down. I need to start getting to bed earlier
because I've had several late nights.

Awake
Dream
LUCID DREAM!

For the past few days I've really got back into reality checks and last night when I went to bed I kept telling myslef "I'm going to Lucid dream" and every time my mind started drifting off I told myself that again. Anyway so I guess I fell asleep eventually...

I was at college and carrying around a red swivel chair that I had brought from home so I wouldn't have to use a classroom chair. Let me tell you it wasn't an easy task carrying it around, one of my English teachers let me keep it in his room (defeating the point of even bringing one in the first place, if I'm only gonna use it for my english lessons). So at the end of the day I collected it and left it in the dining hall, but got distracted by my friend, we started walking down to the bus when suddenly I realised I'd left it so I ran back and found it, but it had been turned into an old fashioned looking bike (apparenty you can take chairs apart and turn them into bikes in dreams). So I ran down just making it for the bus but the driver made me pay 3p more for being late, so I was like PPFFFT I'm not paying this, so got off. The it suddenly dawned on me that I was dreaming

Why else would I be carrying round a ridiculous CHAIR all day that can be turned into a bike?! Then I thought that means I don't have to worry about getting the bus home "HAH!". I got really excited and jumping up and down "I NEED TO FIND MY DREAM GUIDE AND SPIRIT ANIMAL AND"...but the dream started to fade so I crouched on the ground saying
"please stabilize please stabilize please please please..." and it did. I stood up thinking Oooh what to do?! I tried flying but it was really hard work and I was basically swimming into the air. Then I thought, well being at college while I'm lucid is pointless. So I tried to create a portal, but it didn't work, guess I don't have loads of control in lucids yet. But I could move things telekinetically, so I was pretty pleased about that.

I suddenly had an idea, I drew a line in the air in front of me, it looked like a crack, i pulled it open with my hands, visualised a new setting and scrambled though. I was surrounded by fields and could see a house in the distance. I ran up to it and realised that it was my house (not one that actually exists) and I had a husband and 2 children. A little while later I created a rip/crack again and pulled myself though, I was in the television programme (which I love) called Being Human, but nothing exciting was happening so I made another portal-ish thing, climbed though and I was with my apparent family again. My 'husband' was sunbathing in the garden, I went to see my kids. They were asleep in one of the rooms, this time there were three and cats instead of people, but I still knew they were my kids. They were all domestic cat size, 2 had cheetah markings and the other had long gray fur. I started stroking them and they all woke up and purred (just basically acted like cats). Then I went into the garden again and had an idea to make the lucid more interesting. I took off most of my clothes walking round with just a t-shirt and see through tights (no underwear), then my 'husband' saw me and said "shall we go to the bedroom?" I was thinking HELLS YEAH! By this time the dream had been fading a while and I woke up before any action. DAMNIT!

Had a brilliant night of dream recall last night with 3 full dreams remembered in lots of detail. I also very briefly experienced lucidity at the end of the night. I think my new paper dream journal deserves thanks as it takes much less time to scribble down dreams in this and I found this also meant I could write down more. Also I felt fully rested at 9am today but decided to keep sleeping until 11 so sort of had a lie in.

Dream
Lucid Dream

I am at a train station and sitting there once again is the metal train which I wrote about last night. This is the third time it has appeared in my dreams. It turns out that this train is actually the location for my seminar today, therefore all of my classmates are there too. It seems this train is late to leave so I go and check the screens to see when it should have left. It reads 6:12, which coincidentally is the time that my late train should have left yesterday. B_ turns up to lead our seminar, apologising for being late and asking if the new seminar time is okay for everyone. The mature student in our group mentions that fifth period makes his day quite full and would much rather have it in fourth period. This makes no difference to the majority of us but he points out on his timetable that he normally has "Framework Forum" at fourth period. This doesn't make sense as the two should therefore clash. Dream end.


I'm in somebody's living room, it is night time and on a table at the head of the room is a small plastic box. There is a bald man present who I don't remember directly speaking, despite the fact I know he informs us about the situation. The box is a radioactive bomb which needs defusing. We use a geiger counter to check it in comparison to the room and find that it is indeed radioactive. I remember feeling surprise that there is no background radiation in the room but I fail to reality check. I volunteer to open the box and try to defuse it. Once it is open I feel rushed so immediately use scissors to cut all four of the red wires in the box. This works, and so I cut the black wires just in case. There is a woman in the room who I think is a mother, she seems relieved and thankful and hands me back the geieger counter. We notice however that the plastic box has an almost invisible lead lining that would have rendered it safe anyway. When I up the geiger counter it now seems to work like thermal vision, with most things blue but radioactive spots showing up in green, red and then yellow at its worst. I look at my hands and see they're yellow, red around the wrist. Shaking them seems to have some sort of an effect and the colours calm down a little bit. I then start looking around my body and see that a patch of dry skin I have is actually radiation. As I continue exploring I am somehow thrown into my bed and find that my bedsheets are also radioactive. Dream end.

T_, B_ and K_ are all going shopping and they come to my door seeing if I would like to come. Myself and J_ decide to pass and stay behind. However soon after leaving I get a text from an old school friend Ju_. He says that there is a market in town and also a "Penguin Show" at the local theatre. Me and J_ are in the kitchen looking through the cupboards, which are nowmade of mahogany. We point out the strange items and suddenly it occurs to me that these items are available to buy. There are a variety of strange glass water bottles and containers which are verging on being bongs. I decide that all of these items are useless, close the cupboards and turn around. I am at the back of a stage but take this in my stride. As I walk towards the front, a comedian is telling a joke to a child. The child finds it hilarious.

"Wow, don't wet yourself kid."

The comedian says. I stand at about 5 o'clock relative to them and laugh too before walking off the stage. As I walk past the front row I see a faceless female that I know, she tries to stop me as I walk past.

"No, I'm going to wet myself too at this rate! Give me a second."

I joke, and head to the toilet. I find the toilets out the back of the room and have to walk past a large, blonde girl to get it. Once in I rush to the cubicle as I think I see my Aunt standing at the urinal (!?) and I lock myself in. I look underneath and recognise the shoes as hers, somebody else walks in and I try to stay quiet so she won't notice me. It somehow dawns on me that I'm dreaming, I don't know why. I lean forward and the dream quickly starts to destabilise. I am impressed at the detail that the room takes on and quickly rub my hands together. This sounds and feels so realistic but it's not enough and I fall out of the dream.

I'm completely gutted that I couldn't keep the lucid going for longer. However I'm so happy that my dream recall was so good. I'm going to keep a paper journal next to my bed for notes more often.

Date: 24/2/11
Lucid
Non-Lucid
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I called my friend Jessie and then went over to her house for dinner. She led me toa dark room and there were these big basins of porridge. I used a deep ladle and scooped some out into my bowl. I then got another bowl for my dessert and went over to the basins beside the porridge. They were filled with this strawberry cream type thing and I gave myself a big bowl of that. "Leave some for other people," Jessie said in an annoyed tone. Although there was still heaps left I grudgingly put some back.
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I was back at Jessie's house and I was excited because we were going to go swimming. I was already in my togs and my hair was wet. When I saw her though she wondered if I wanted to go to the city. I didn't really want to say that I'd thought we were going swimming so I said that it sounded fun. She called her mum who said she would drive us there.l

Date: 21/2/11
Lucid
Non-Lucid
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There was a wooden board sort of thing was sitting on top of the fridge. I pulled it off and looked at it. There was jewellery hanging on it. There was a ring and another ring that had a red stone set in the middle. There was also a beautiful necklace with a solid rose quartz heart dangling off it. "Wow - I think that it might be religious!" I said to my friend who's house I was apparently in. My friend told me that I could keep the necklace and I was overjoyed as I put it on.
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I was up at DJ with my Nanny. The lockers are in a building right next to it. I needed to et my homework books from it. We walked over but when I looked inside there was apparently construction being done. The whole ceiling had been clasped by a big white mahcine. It was connected to a crane and I was afraid that if I went in it might be lifted while I was on there. There was an indian girl already in there but she was looking around nervously as she got her books out as though she was worried that it might be picked up as well. My Nanny warned me not to go in and told me that I could tell my teachers that it was too dangerous for me to get my books to do my homework.
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There was my favourite flavour of sakatas on the table and I began eating them. Then my mum arrived and sat down next to me. She had brought a whole bunch of sakata pakcets of different flavours and told me that I could have any one that I wanted. I felt guilty about already eating some so I sneakily leant forward and slid them back into their packet.

My friend Marianne and I are in a tiny bathroom trying to get ready to go out. The bathroom is very crowded and steamy, cramped with all kinds of products crowding all the surfaces, and clothes hanging all over the place. Marianne has come into the bathroom rather suddenly, which makes me sort of panic because I was in the process of stealing her shampoo to use on my hair, as I have countless times before, hoping she wouldn't notice. I fake that I was "just looking at it" and look at the other products. She helps me chose one from the other products that best suits my hair type, from the products in the cabinet mirror. After I put the shampoo in my wet hair, she gives me a tight hug from behind, and I notice she smells my hair. I think this is sweet, but a bit strange.

We are just about ready to go when she disappears for a second to call down to the pub to see what the drink and dinner specials are, she comes back and seems pleased with what she found out. She tells me to hurry and finish up so we can beat the crowd. I hurriedly climb back into the shower with my robe on, and the water is running, so my robe gets soaked. It's heavy and cumbersome so I struggle with it to get it off. I start dancing around in the shower, singing to myself, then Marianne comes back in again and is talking to me. She's talking about gas explosions and how scary they are while she tries to free the toilet area of its clutter. There are stacks of magazines under it and stuff all around it. She says that when the heater starts to shoot steam it's your warning to run like hell, because the gas explosion is imminent at that point. While she is de-cluttering she accidently rips the toilet off the wall. I notice that it's olive green, 70's style. We both watch in horror as she notices she's ended up putting her hands in the nasty part of the toilet, under the rim.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Intended to do an early WBTB after six hours of sleep, but lazy as I am, I failed. I swallowed a G+C pill around eight, which was a bad move since I couldn't fall back asleep after my first dream. Don't use Galantamine after 6 hours of sleep!

23.45: Sleep

08.00: Groping woman
I'm sitting by a bench in some kind of theatre. Monica's there with me and an older woman approaches me. I just recently had to push away some other girl who tried to grab my junk. I'm half-hard for some reason, and the woman leans over me, distracts me by talking and grabs my junk through my jacket. When she notices it's already half-ready she smiles at me and gives it a few tugs. The betraying bastard likes it and we both get up and I start picking up my stuff. I stuff away my mathbook in my bag all the while talking to Monica, hinting of what just happened. She is clueless though and I decide to tell her later.

We exit the building and my family shows up. Walking down the street, I realise we must be in another country. Not too different from Sweden though, but it's hot and sunny out and the buildings looks different. My mom spots a famous TV actor and nudges me in the side. I don't care for famous people. Our king and queen shows up a few seconds later. He looks at me for a second or two, now that's something cooler. Their daughter Victoria, and heir of the throne, is having her poodle trimmed by the sidewalk. Its fur is amazingly soft and perfect. It's grey and silver and I can't resist touching it. As soon as I do I realise I can't do that and walk away.

We head out in traffic and Morgan almost gets hit by a car. We start yelling at him and he tells me that no one in the family likes him. "Ofcourse we do" I tell him and comfort him for a while. He's quite sad, so I bring up a few cashew nuts. I break them apart and make him some "vampire" teeth. "Grrrrrr!" I say to cheer him up and hand them to him. He puts them in his mouth and growls at me.

09.00: Survival in the bathroom
I'm in a bathroom with Monica and my brother Martin. There's an open hatch in the corner of the room, and I expect an alien to come up from there any minute. I've got a strange gun that looks just like the gun in the movie "Existenz" only it's black. I aim it at the dark corner. Suddenly I see movement and I fire off a few shots; teeth in some creamy sauce (?). I miss whatever's coming up though, and soon I realise why. A scarab crawls up through the hole. I try to kill it by stomping on it. "Don't worry about that one" Monica tells me. "How the hell can you not worry about a bug like that?" I wonder. All of a sudden a black shadow emerges from the hole, and pounces at us with a screech. I fire away with my gun and must have hit the creature. It falls to the ground and goes unconscious. It's an alien from the movie "Alien" only alot smaller.


I jump on its back and grab its arms. "Wake him up" I tell Monica. She wakes the creature up and it starts to struggle. "Either you relax and join us, or I'll never let you go" I tell it. "Okay, I'll join you" it tells us in a very human voice. "Fine, no tricks now or I'll kill you" I tell it and release it gently. I expect it to bound up and rip us apart, but it doesn't. It's on our side now, and will help us survive this place. The bathroom door starts to move and I run over there and hold the handle up with all my might. Something on the other side wants to get in. I have given the gun to Monica, but I still open the door. I spot a small naked child outside. I drag him into safety.

The alien morphs all of a sudden, and becomes a human boy with red cheeks. "Hand me the gun" I tell Monica. She hands it to me, but it's a normal gun now. "You know, some people bring other weapons into this, but not us, we use whatever we find" I say and look at my brother who smiles at me. The gun is kinda useless as it is, and I intend to make it into the "Existenz gun" again, I know what I have to do. I start licking the thing, my saliva going everywhere. I have to get the gun as moist as possible for it to morph. It starts to do just that in seconds, and I continue drooling all over the thing. The door starts to shake once again and I'm out of time. My uncle opens it. "What are you doing?" he asks us. His eyes are all red, like he's been drinking too much. I know he's one of the bad guys, but I have to pretend for now.

"Nothing" I tell him and we exit the bathroom atlast. I'm in G's mom's house, and there's christmas decorations all over the place. "Wow this is neat and tidy" I think. I didn't expect it to be this clean after what we've gone through in the bathroom. All my relatives are there and they're all celebrating christmas or something. The game is still on though, but if I start claiming my uncle is evil and wants to kill us, we will be rediculed. One person knows what's going on though, my brother. I grab him and start walking out the door, "we have to talk" I tell him. My cousin's dad suspects something and follows us.

We start playing football and he joins us. At the same time we throw something to eachother. He runs around and tries to catch it and steal the ball. I fall in some bushes and get stuck. A huge chocolate, ice cream birthday cake, the size of a small pool is up on the porch. My mom falls in it and all the kids starts taking pieces of the cake. Morgan grabs a piece the size of a football. "Morgan! Who told you you could take cake?" I ask him. He puts the piece back. My other cousin's dad shows up, the one throwing the party. "Where's Michael and Marcus?" I ask him. "Michael's watching boxing, and Marcus just put in a sausage in the oven, he's upstairs" he tells me. Ah, makes sense.

09.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3, 200 ml applejuice, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at 08.00

That's it! Sadly I didn't get lucid, but I'm fine aslong as I get lucid once a week. This is the last time I take a G+C pill just like that. Henceforth I'm going to plan it ahead, and really know I will get lucid. Also NEVER take it after 6 hours of sleep. I might get one long dream but if I even move when I wake up after it, I won't be able to go back to sleep. Oh, G+C nightmares are kickass!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Close encounter:
I am at the bus station. I'm trying to cross from one side to the next walking between the two white lines. As I near the other side, I see a group of people walking towards me and one person stands out. As I recall, she was wearing green, wearing glasses and had blond hair but otherwise her face was unrevealed. She looked similar to a friend of mine and I decided that it must be her, so, better to look the other way. When we meet, I realized that she was different, her hair while still blond was rather bizzare looking and other face characteristics were as well.