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This was my second dream in a night, I didn't remember much but I do remember seeing my dog on my dads bed, watching a movie. This was a little odd, but something to add to my dream journal. Who knows this could be a dream sign.

Last night was the beginning of my dream recollection experiences. My first one I remember vaguely but within that dream I remember my mom taking Vicodin, this could be a dream sign for me in some sort of way but we'll have to wait and see. This is my first dream journal.. but my mom is a past addict to many meds which really scarred me for life, this could have something to do with a Dream sign.

i live in a huge farm house in a new country town on "fog" street.

i'm in the attic with heather and my mom and dad. we're all smoking a bowl. we get super stoned.

heather and i go into a room in the attic, which is a blueberry field inside the house.

"hey we want to be on a real field" we think and go outside and touch and experience the grass. it's nice.

thru the woods, i see the color aqua and red. what the? two horses thoses colors come by into the field.

it's heather's friends brittany and some girl. heather runs over and says hi hi hi and all of that.

i get jealous. i talk to the other girl. i've met her once or twice, but as a kid i remember being friends with her. she says we were but not for long. i think it might be sarah silverman (? )

they talk and talk and talk and i get too jealous and mad to handle it. i run away like a child.

i run thru a door in the woods which leads to town. i walk around like i'm on a longboard. what the fuck i want to longboard!

i go home and grab mine. it's shaped like a fish, and is colored very cool. i ride in town and on a big hill and zig zag on a main road, exploring places that i can go to now since i just moved here. i forgot about how sad i was.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There was some kind of temple, which almost looked like an indoor sports arena. There seemed to be a huge crowd of people all around, with pale, cold, white spotlights on the center of the arena.

There was an altar, which was like a stone cube jutting up from the floor. The altar was burning hot and blackened with heat and smoke. A person was chained on the altar. The person's legs were chained from above, so that the legs were lifted a couple of inches above the rest of the body. The arms were possibly chained to the side of the person's body. The person may also have had some kind of blackened blanket over the torso and upper legs.

The person being burnt on the altar wasn't just being burnt as part of some religious ritual. The person knew or did something against some powerful people. So the person was being ritually murdered. I may also have thought that something I had done had angered the powerful people. So when they sacrificed the person, it was to punish me. And the person who got sacrificed would know this as well as I did.

I saw a few white pieces or paper or white screens with black writing on them. The black writing was broken up by occasional words printed in orange lettering. The highlighted words were probably one recurrent word. The recurrent word seemed really important to me. (So of course I've forgotten it now.)

I saw the altar again. This time I got a good glimpse of the person chained on the altar. He looked like a black-Hispanic man with lightish brown skin. He was kind of muscular. He had "tribal"-style tattoos on his shoulders and arms and, maybe, his chest. He seemed to be writhing in pain. Parts of his body were already blackened by being on the altar -- from either the heat or the smoke.

I followed the priest from the altar to some other spot on the stage. The priest may have been a man very much like the man being sacrificed. He may also have been a wizard-like figure, with a long beard and dressed in a long, black or brown robe with a huge hood.

I looked to the altar again. There was now an Asian woman on the altar. She was naked, except for the blanket over her. Her uncharred skin was pale. But she was mostly charred or smoke-blackened. She seemed to be in a great deal of pain. She was sweating a lot and writhing around a lot, trying to get out of the heavy chains.

12-08-11 I am in a kitchen or a wall-less home in the area of the kitchen, the house doesn't seem to have a roof. I keep fading in and out of this scenario so I don't quite think I am dreaming, but I am aware of the subjective nature of my reality. I wouldn't quite call myself lucid as that term normally implies that you have a sense of self and a sense of the world, but I am lacking a sense of self. Again I am sort of experiencing the scenario from multiple point of views. Or no point of views. Until I am given something that could either be described as a piece of jewellery or a dream catcher. The design is really simple. A series of circles has been placed in an inner circle and they are overlapping each other, giving rise to a classical flower picture. I wonder if this is the sign that someone is sharing this. I try and head for Chichen Itza, but this mentation is far too fragile and it immediately destabilise the dream.
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Lasse F is with me in my flat at night time. We hear some sounds outside on the road and I move to the kitchen to find out what is happening. It would appear that two cops are struggling to retain a noisy drunk citizen. Upon closer inspection I see that I know this person. His name is Rasmus H.

He manage to get free of the policemen, though I would wish he wouldn't. He is just drunk and they will just take him in overnight, wouldn't even be noted on his criminal record. But he doesn't.

I shout out to him “Rasmus” he doesn't really respond. Later I shout again and this time he tells me his name is Jesper.

Lasse F is somehow jumping out the kitchen window in fear and start running up the street to get away, and all of a sudden a mob of people is chasing him and they manage to trip him over up by a car and they swarm him. I don't know if they will be safe.

(this may be from a separate dream, but) There are two people standing by my window armed with bats and knives sort of preventing me going outside.

I manage to get out and into a bus where I borrow the drivers phone in order to call the police. I do so and the bus driver seems to follow the mob up the road. We end at a construction site where loads of digging machinery is parked. It is morning now.

The mob of people is there, lounging themselves on the hood of their cars. I see a couple I recognise and Rasmus's younger brother pulls in, he was there during the night as well.

I first of all tell the police that I was dreaming some of the time, but I know what I saw (I suppose I shouldn't have said that really)

I explain to the police what happened and I start pointing out people. They are my friends so it is a bit difficult. When I point at Thomas H he immediately responds that he was somewhere else, so he couldn't possibly have been there.

Murmurs take place about my sanity “he is sick in the head” I hear Rasmus tell the lady on his left. I briefly wonder if they are right, I mean after all I did dream most of this up, so maybe I am mistaken.

I wake up.
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Following dream has a lot of scene shifts, and I am having trouble reconstructing it chronologically so will present it as fragments.

There is a concert and Lars is playing the bass. He hasn't been doing it for that long, but he is awesome. During a solo he is killing the groove, while still adding some (pardon my musical ineptitude, but I believe the correct word is) harmonics to the bass melody.

I find myself holding my bass and playing along and to my surprise I aint all bad. I am not playing a lot of different nodes, mainly the four strings themselves and a few selections. It doesn't always go well, but as I said it isn't bad.

Towards the end of the number they are playing I put my bass down and point up at Lars to let him know he rocks! The speaker is announcing some special surprise and I hope he hasn't seen me playing along on the bass, cause I would suck on stage.

But he calls out a woman's name and I feel relieved. However my cousin is lounging it on the couch and I believe a good surprise would be for him to go on stage and have a bass off (that is a linguistically awesome sounding concept btw! ^^). So I nod the announcer a bit, but he doesn't seem responsive.

I speak a bit to my cousin and he cheekily smiles and calls me his salesman. I don't mind, was sort of what I was doing, but I truly believe it would have been a marvel to behold those two.

skip

I am in a big playroom of sorts and we are supposed to play this game. It is a highly modified version of connect four that I don't particularly understand now or in the dream. The point of it is to somehow escape the frame. but you have to hide your coins behind various cardboard cards with an assortment of motifs on them.

Later on the game develops and it becomes apparent that it is also a 2 teams versus each other one of the teams just consisting of one person, because the position that person takes is designed from the game to be stronger.

Oh and it also turns into a Tetris (spelling) type game where you have to use your colours versus the black ones to block the path of the opponent catching up. It is highly weird and I think the only reason I partially get it is due to me being on team with my cousin and someone else.

skip

I am walking down the street on a morning (though the lighting looks like it is set in the afternoon) and I am walking towards Kaiser's parents house, though I am expecting him to be there. I find him outside on the road doing something with a water hose.

I approach him in conversation and he starts talking about my cousin, who visited him last night. He gave him this list of stuff to think about written in orange ink on white paper. The only thing I remember of the 9 point list is that we are all supposed to do the same thing on September 3rd though I remember the event in the dream I don't now.

There is so much more in the dream involving some women that may or may not be partially random at least. Nothing sexual though.

This is an old dream, of which I recall visiting a large, white, featureless building on this rainy night. I was expecting to visit Dad, who had found employment there by some means as a medical coder. When I went inside, everything was as clear and as white as the building’s surface. Its residents, or employees, were strangely very pale and rather uncanny. They all spoke in monotone, and I swore that if I looked away, the entireties of their eyes blackened within my peripheral vision.

There were framed pictures throughout, group photos including the manager of this place and some CEO-type guy. Everyone in it was paler than a ghost, so I was somewhat disturbed as I searched for my Dad. I eventually came upon a room in which he was on a white desk, tapping keys on his white computer. When I approached him, I argued that we leave this creepy place before anything bad actually happens to us. He disagreed, whispering to me that his actions were all part of a plan to sabotage these people. I didn’t know who they were or what they were capable of, but I was certainly going to find out.

Dad and I exited the building, ignoring the hollow glances of the many pale men and women of the business. It felt like they continued staring at us even after we passed them by, suspicious of our actions.

It was a rainy morning at home, when I met an intruder storming our kitchen counter. I confronted him and beat him to submission while he screamed and jittered maniacally, leaving a trail of post-it notes yielding clues as to the nature of his organization. Dad took him away for interrogation as I reviewed each note. I don’t remember the exact details I found, but I do remember reacting as if I were horribly disturbed, and terrified of what these strange, pale people did that caught my father’s interests.

Dad returned with our handcuffed intruder, telling me that us two should “suit up.” I would have asked why, but circumstances made the answer obvious. So, boom! Like many more dreams I'll copy from my handwritten DJ, we donned our costumes and became Batman and Robin!

A moment later, more pale people (this time in Mardi gras attire) swarmed our house, visible through our windows as they ran about to attack the entrances with their many serrated blades. The first wave to enter our house was met with our hostage, who we threw into the crowd, disorienting our enemies long enough for us to beat them to pulps with our fists and our feet. We improvised by stealing the unconscious’ blades to confront the many intruders in our back yard, gradually fighting them off as we cleared wave after wave from each part of the house.

And… that’s all I remember.

I had a dream I was at this strange festival, where random people danced about and performed in different themed costumes. There were pilgrims, knights, scientists, Indians, and all other types of ‘characters’ roaming about. In fact, I had noticed a few family members of mine around as well. I wandered about until I was surrounded by this woman and her elderly parents. They had “selected” me, for whatever reason, taking me to a quiet corner of the convention. The woman gave me a map of some strange floating land in a blue abyss. Part of it was a large island, then a burning mountain, then a smaller island with a figure of Jesus on it. I asked what the fuck that was, and was told it was a map of “Paradise,” a place once only accessible through death. For whatever reason, they knew I had the capacity to build some ship that could ferry living souls there without them having to die, and they were offering a large sum of money. For whatever reason, I stupidly accepted.

The dream fast-forwarded to my completion of the vessel, and passengers were already boarding it—people from all walks of life and often families that wanted to remain together for eternity. I felt compassion for their needs, and carried on with the mission into “the Abyss,” some realm the ship was able to enter through this weird, spontaneous portal. This Abyss seemed to be nothing but an isolating expanse of blue, appearing to be water without being so. My ship sunk lower into this Abyss, throwing passengers into a panic, until the vessel landed on this strange stone structure whose length was indiscernible—our greatest telescopes could see neither end. It seemed to be shaped like the back of a dragon, and some sort of “Celestial Highway.” Two arms stuck out, allowing me to tell which way was forward. I had the boat travel that direction, as the crowds were finally relieved.

The boat, however, needed occasional maintenance. A Head Engineer besides being Captain, and being the one who built it, I ventured into these hatch divers would use to explore the outside of the ship. Donning a suit, I had to fix a piece of the exterior wall before it could compromise the ship’s infrastructure. I opened the hatch and swam out further, noticing the many pillars adding stability to the Celestial Highway. It was puzzling and difficult to comprehend how far down the pillars seemed to reach. Their height was blurred by the sheer depth from which they came, like how neither end of the Highway could immediately be seen.

In my state of awe, I dismissed strange movement behind me. In that very moment, a colossal stone giant that was arcane in texture with eyes set ablaze emerged from the depths I failed to perceive. It let out a roar loud enough to nearly tip the vessel off the highway, so my only choice was to lead the beast way from the ship, and deeper into the abyss in the process. My suit allowed me to swim as fast as Namor and Aquaman, at least, but that barely led to my survival as I fled from the giant. It constantly tried to crush me within its hands, as it strangely began to slow down gradually—as if running on some battery that was running out of juice.

I continued to let it chase me until it stopped on its tracks. Then, I sped back towards the direction of the ship. Unbeknownst to me, the monster had released these freakish, angular tendrils spewing lava. Once I noticed, I fled faster until I had reached the hatch from which I came. I shut it quickly, initiating all locking procedures. However, that did not seem to be enough. The tendrils shattered what defense remained, as I tried to climb out from the chamber. I managed to, despite an entire torrent of lava flying in my direction. Before it all could, I shut another hatch and turned on the “decompression chamber” effects. With the tendrils still in that room, they would be affected and hopefully neutralized.

When I stepped back into one of the larger rooms that contained a massive panoramic window, I noticed that we were no longer in the abyss. It seemed to be a view of the Atlantic, with various cruise liners in the horizon. People all around me were in a state of delusion and panic, having bought into this quest to Paradise by sacrificing all that they had. I was breathless before that fact, and knelt down trying to comprehend everything that had occurred. It still made no sense.

Returning home, I was thrown a party by friends and family. It was all nice and peaceful, able to take my mind off the whole ship ordeal, until a small girl wanted to join us. She was a neighbor who complained that her parents were fighting, and needed a place to stay until things simmered down. I let her party, and all was well until gunfire ensured absolute silence. I ventured with a few of the adults to the mansion down the street—knowing it belonged to that arguing couple. We brought guns of our own; knowing neither of them was alone.

Within the foyer, we were already attacked by these men in Power Ranger costumes, carrying their own guns as they attempted to kill us. I fired back, taking down several as I ran about the whole mansion. I hoped to find the arguing couple, but all I found was more Power Ranger weirdoes trying to kill me. I shot down enough of them until time fast-forwarded again.

I later found myself in some generic comic/video game/anime convention, but wandering through a mechanical hedge maze. There, I met Chris-chan, who was acting creepy towards a random girl. I punched him in the face, though not with all my strength, and yet he fell over bawling like a shitting monkey. I climbed over the hedge wall to flee from the scene, and hopped over the gaps until I reached the exit, knowing that Chris was pursuing me with this “autistic anger” face. When I made it to the exit, Chris was there, waiting for me, and delivered a kick to my stomach. It only pushed me backwards a little bit, but it gave me an excuse to just beat more shit out of him.

When the sun had set, I visited this cul-de-sac expecting my dad and sister. Only she had waited for me there, though, and I had assumed we were in front of our house. I looked at her as she sat in an unfamiliar car, wondering what was going on, until I noticed several middle aged ladies walking into what was supposedly my house. I pursued them, telling them to leave, until I noticed that it wasn’t my house after all. It looked too wide and had two stories, making it rather strange that I somehow confused it for my own house.

The dream fast-forwarded once again, and I was then on a rooftop in some Iron Man costume. I was suddenly in regret for the whole Abyss dilemma, and numerous Avengers had arrived to console me. I don’t what the fuck else happened, but that was it.

My alarm seems to be having a hard time waking me up, so no lucids.

Moving

This is only a fragment.
Me and my brother are driving in a with two men somewhere in a mini-van. I'm a little frightened , so I call my parents to come and get us, because those men look suspicious. My parents unvilingly agree to come and get us. After they arrive, they explain that we're actually moving to a new home and that those men where actually my dads friends.

STOP!

I enjoyed this one, even though it was short.
Somehow, we were visitng my grandma's house and somehow, my brother managed to steal dads car keys.
Both of us were in the car, I was in the drivers seat, while my brother was in the passangers seat. The car started, my brother pushed down the accelelator pedal and of we go!
The car started speeding in at an incredible speed. It was heading for a man, I turned the wheel to avoid hitting him, then it was heading for a wall, but I turned the wheel again. I then wanted to stop the car, but my brother wouldn't let me. I pushed down the brakes as hard as I could, but the car just didin't stop. I then pulled the parking brake as a last effort to stop the car. The car started sliding. Slowly, but stopping. I don't remember what happened after the car had stopped.

Swampy cemetery

This dream was weird, in a way, but I could only remember it in fragments.
Me and my dad rented a boat, to go fishing on a nasty swamp.

I then found myself standing next to a grave.

Me and my dad were heading back, and I jumped out of the boat. What was weird was that I could walk on water. I started seeing myself in 3d person and run across the swamp in faster speed faster than the boat.
That's it.

Strange Sleep over.

We were on a fieldtrip with my class.
My and 7 of my classmates had our own room.
The room was a mix of a normal room and a public toilet!
They we're laughing because they wondred how will they use the bathroom with the lights out. There were only 3 beds. I managed to get a bed, and fell asleep while they were arguing.
Four dreams, my recall is getting better

Much of this dream has been forgotten. I am thinking that this is a cross between dream and fragment.
- I was in a giant outdoor fair type thing. There were many restaurants but the strange thing about them was that they were all completely outside. There were many booths and chairs. There were fences to separate the different restaurants. It was super sunny out. I saw some people I knew from highschool at a booth. Alyssa was sitting next to Mandy and Alicia sat across from them. I walked up and could sense there was a secret being kept from me. I asked. Finally alyssa suggested that she was having sex for money. I was in shock.
- I am in a grocery store in line.
- the store is packed with people.
- I am wearing denim shorts and a red tank top.
- I was looking at my phone while holding a melon.
- I was thinking about Allen.
- there were flashes of red and bright yellow
- I had a plastic bag in hand.

I was hanging out with some friends in a haunted ass mansion. All of a sudden the cops arrived looking for one of my friends. I let him in, left the house, and started to walk home. One of my friends whom I just left sent me a text saying we need to hang out tomorrow at 6 AM so he can show me his pot plant. Then the dream fast forwarded to the next morning when I was at my Dads work. For reasons unknown I had been forced to go to work with my dad so unfortunately I couldn't go hang with my friend. The dream fast forwarded again to that afternoon when I was walking home. I arrived home and chilled in the backyard with my friend and some girls I knew from a long time ago. For some reason, random schoolmates of mine were walking around my house, which had become a mansion, mostly people from middle school. I chilled with them for a while and flirting with one of the girls who I used to like. This sparked a battle between me and my friend over who could get the most attention from her. Initially he was winning. He started touching her and she grabbed him, and this surprised him. Everyone could see he was uneasy about how to proceed and very unsure of himself. Seeing this the girl proceeds to lie back into my arms without bothering to let go of my friend, who begins to wrestle her in a vain and weird attempt to start something sexual. I get up and enter my house. I stop on the stairs to spectate 2 girls who had walked in and were slowly making their way towards the kitchen. I proceeded upstairs and went into my bathroom. There was some secret cave in my bathroom. I walked in and picked up the fire bud I had bought the day before and hidden there. I wanted to smoke, but I could here the voices of my family and thought it to risky. Past that point I sadly cannot remember a thing.

I was at my old high school. For reasons unknown, I was trying to sneak out an open window on the second floor with a large purple block the size of an encyclopedia. The purple block was actually wine in solid form. I was about to exit through the window into a courtyard below when my friend's dad, who was a teacher at the school, caught me trying to climb out the window. He was extremely angry with me for opening the window. I hastily hid the wine behind my back for fear of being caught with alcohol on school property. Mr. X continued to yell at me repeatedly for opening the window, but he had not acknowledged the fact I was about to jump from the second floor. He also hadn't noticed the wine behind my back. A crowd of teachers formed to watch as Mr. X continued to yell at me repeatedly, and I started to panic. I quickly threw the wine into the trashcan when I though no one was looking. Somehow no one noticed, and I felt I huge wave of triumph come over me for my sneaky maneuver. He notified me that my parents were being called in the office at this moment. A split second later my parents joined the crowd watching my humiliation. Then my memory fades out.

1. I was running through the forest with my sister. A pack of wolves was chasing us. We came to a clearing with a mansion, which was our home. We ran inside (there was a wall that wasn't there so you could just run in) and I hid behind a chair. A wolf came to the chair on the other side and started circling round it, so I circled too, trying to stay on the opposite side from him. He was going kind of slow, so I didn't think he saw me. After we had gone all the way around, he changed direction so that we ran into each other. To escape, I launched myself through the air and flew out of the house and into a thick part of the forest. I was all tangled up and couldn't move, but I heard wolves plowing towards me. I hid my face in a tangle of vines, until I heard a wolf approach and felt a golden light behind me. I raised my head and turned around, and saw a wolf staring at me, emanating a golden light. The golden light grew until it was all I could see. The mood of this dream was mysterious.

2. In real life, I have been waiting for a phone call from my friend. Well, he called me in my dream and we talked about everything I had wanted to talk about, so I felt great. When I woke up and realized that he hadn't called me after all, I was so mad. >

3. I was talking to this blonde woman as we rode in a canoe together through a swamp. We had just passed a little ring of cattail-y things with an opening that you could sail into, and so she was telling me about how she went to a sort of spiritual camp in that ring one time. She was very scornful of the camp, saying that she had 'fallen for all that stuff at the time, but of course now I realize it's ridiculous' and that sort of thing. As an example of how crazy the camp was, she told me something they had told her. She said that they had said that God could not be powerful as long as he was gold (as in, the chemical element). She was laughing as if it was completely stupid, so I didn't say anything, but I wanted to hear the story in more detail because I thought it had a lot of potential. After I woke up, I lay in bed for a while trying to coax it into a good story, but I haven't been able to, so far.

4. I was in a mansion with my sister, like the first dream, but it was different and more complete. We were doing a scavenger hunt that our mom had made, to keep us occupied. We found this old book on a pedestal and thought it was a clue. We opened it up and found that the first couple of pages were in braille. We took it to dad, who was riding in a canoe in a canal (like in dream 3). We showed him the book and he told us what it said to do.

5. I was in a canal with my dad. we were swimming, but there were these launchers that would make you go really fast.

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8-8-11
Type: Lucid Dream. (Visiting the Dead)
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
{telepathy in these brackets}

We arrive at the short few steps of a Brownstone. There is a guy behind me but I hardly know him and he is basically trailing along to learn some things. I have been to this place before and yet part of me doesn’t know where this is. I feel my awareness and that I am whole again on the other side of reality where thoughts make things and places and this was a simulated New York village. Every time I am here it seems unpopulated, there are no signs of life on the outside, save for shrubs and trees, not even any cars on the road.

I have forgotten who we’re here to see but I know what to do and walk up to the door. The guy I’m with wants to push the buzzer/doorbell. If this was physical reality the mechanical/electric device would work and ring the persons doorbell in their apartment but here only the newbies and dreamers try it out. I can see telepathically the guy I’m with is a mess, he is unsure of everything but trying so hard to be perfect, so I let him ring the bell and wait as if there is a buzzing sound and then I open the door and walk in.

It is always so dark in this vestibule and the stairs, I can see in the dark but it is so unfriendly and foreboding although it is not meaning to be.

I walk to a dark corner and push and twist some wooden molding, this opens the secret passage to the part of the place we are going to. We walk in and it is still just as dark.

We walk up the stairs to the correct door. The nervous guy behind me gets even more nervous as I stop in front of the door as I try to remember who’s place this is. The nervous guy comes around to the front of me and squeezes between me and the door to open it. The door opens and I realize it is my grandmothers place! No she never had this place when she was alive but has taken to liking it after her death. She is standing there expecting us. I see her but don’t know how to feel since she is not the full old woman I knew. She has been dead for years here and many more in the physical world and has regressed to her younger more vital young-woman-self. What are the rules for greeting someone who thinks they are both old and young and that they know you but not really? We greet {and acknowledge our relationship} but she is half the woman I knew and another totally unknown to me, the younger woman before she met my grandfather. He was not around since died before her and has forsaken the physical plane altogether (long story of another nonphysical place and a cool place at that, the Last Timers Ring that rings the earth, but that’s a story for another time. Basically he was leaving the physical plane for ever and I have never seen him since.), she seemed to know this.

Before going in I saw a metal threshold and there was an engravements in it and I bent down to examine it more closely. It was so real looking with dirt in the letters and abrasions. I felt it and it felt so perfectly real, I was blown away by it a bit but gathered myself and walked in.

I wondered around her place looking at all the intricate objects and how they all fit into her between-life life, it was very fascinating. I was in awe at how real it all looked, and felt! The kitchen has the same kind of tile from her physical kitchen, it is dark in there but I didn’t want to mess with lights in a nonphysical place.

Then I walk out into the living room and saw her nonphysical-life dog, a little white poodle! Animals are so rare in these nonphysical parts! I bent down and pet it and it felt so real! It was not at all a perfect representation of a dog; it had dirt under its belly as if it had never been washed. I got down on the floor with the dog and gave it a good rubbing. It stayed there as if it liked the petting. It didn’t have much personality which is basically life-force so I intended on giving it some of my own and it perked up a little bit and became a little more lively, literally.

I saw my grandmother was happy that I was enjoying the dog but she was hard to look at since I saw both the old woman and the young woman, pretty disturbing. I realized that she was the “old dead”, people that have been dead for a long time but still felt tied to their old life. As for myself, I didn’t even feel tied to my physical life and I was still living it! I was, and am still, not sure why she hangs out in that drab place!

I got up off the floor and realized how low the crummy dusty chandelier hung. The table had all and birthday cake on it with many candles burning and kinds of stuff on it like back when she was alive. It was all kinda sad, not that she was dead, you can be more alive dead than you ever were when you were alive, but she was not moving on she was stuck in this dark small apartment of her own creation with all these sad trappings of a past life.

My grandmother was cradling a baby that was known by her, and I, to be unreal but she felt she needed the comfort it gave. The old dead are creepy people, two or three lives all jumbled up into one undead existence. {It is time for us to go} and she got up and the baby disappeared and everyone started to move to the door a bit. My grandmother had to walk around stuff and stacks of magazines, tied with string, in a tall knee high bundle. The place was full of little things like that, fascinating!

Then there was a woman with 2 small kids in old time clothing that just appeared in the living room. “Ok lets go” she said to the kids and they all walked into the hallway and vanished. Creepy. Can ghosts have ghosts?

My grandmother walked out of the door and the nervous guy waited near the sofa and wanted me to walk out first. I, on the other hand, was astounded with the reality of the place and rubbed my hand on the wall by the door feeling how solid it was “look at it! It’s solid, like the real thing!” He looked at me like I was crazy and was getting jumpy.

We walked out into the dark hallway where the jumpy guy said “my dream guide likes to be surprised…but not TOO much.” I thought I would try not to do anything strange.

As we all rounded the corner a man came out of the dark and I realized it must be this guy’s dream guide. I thought, about what not to do and so did exactly THAT, I skipped like a girl across the floor and then regretted it immediately.

“Hi, you must be his dream guide” I said.

The DG was a tall guy and dressed like he was a 17th century aristocrat with flowy sleeves and such, “yes, I am in fact!”
“Good to meet you.” I said while turning to the nervous guy.
He waved at the dream guide stiffly and gave a nervous “Hi” with a nervous smile.
I’d seen enough and decided to leave them on their own.

Then there are these little lights floating in the air in the dark hallway and everyone gives me one. I love this!

My Mom yells at me from a dark place but I can see her face, I ignore her, but everyone else seems not to even notice her.
The end, I wake up.


Awake i check the time, I had been asleep for only 2.5 hours!

Right before bed I was reading about a mother bear and her cubs in a Chinese Bile farm. The mother bear got out of her cage, killed her cubs, then killed herself by running head first into a brick wall. I was pretty disgusted with the chinese people as I lay down to bed.

Love and Hate
Recall: 8/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

There are a bunch of foreign exchange students or something staying with us. One of them is a Chines girl, and I don't get along with her at all. She thinks her country is the greatest, and I argue with her about human rights violations (Falung Gong, organ harvesting) , animal cruelty with (bears bile, dolphin slaughter, shark fin soup), international hacking, stealing technology. We can't stand each other. She has jet black hair with a streak of pure white in it like Rogue from X-Men.

And then I hear her singing to her self, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Just like that, I fall head over heals in love with her. She responds to my change in attitude and is really into me as well. I make love to her, then we cuddle and plan our future together. We're going to get married.

I go to a class to write an exam to get my real estate license. I'm almost done, and one of the last questions is written on the blackboard, but I can't see it, so I get up to take a closer look. There are other people at the blackboard, and before I can see the question, someone erases it from the board. As I'm all WTF with the teacher, I see a chinese guy go up to my desk and swipe my exam. I try to go after him, but the other students block me like they are all conspiring against me.

I chase him outside and down the street when I realize I'm bare feet and forgot my shoes in the class. I head back, but when I get to the building I see I have shoes. I'm confused by this, but too focused on my girl who is missing. I ask the teacher and he said the Chines embassy came and took her away. He says some tough guy came to see him before class and threatened him.

I have no idea how I'm going to get her back.

Woke up, but that dream left an emotional impact on my, so when I fell asleep again, I was still trying to find her.


Fragment: Searching
I'm trying to remember how to get ahold of my chinese girl. Then I remember she gave me some radios to contact her. Luckily it's set to the right frequency and I try it out. A guy answers, and I can't remember her name. I try a couple name, but the guy doesn't know them. Then I just ask him if a chinese girl is staying with him. He says he works with her and drives her home every day, and that her family is trying to marry her off. I guess they found someone else for her.

NOTE: My recall takes off once again where I became lucid. I've had to sleep with only one blanket recently. It's one of the ones where the design makes it have holes on the whole thing. So I've been sleeping uncomfortably and my recall is shot.

I was outside my apartment right after becoming lucid. I have no clue how I did though. I saw a car and decided to drive it. I noticed I was to big for it though. Hm. Weird. So, I squeeze myself in, and I start the car. I drive all the way down to the end of the development. I was coming up towards three cars at the three-way intersection. So, I slam on the brakes. I ram into the first car. Oh damn it all. So, I now get out, and take the right turn. I run up the street until I reach a streetlight. I see Steve Perry on a stage in the middle of the street. He's singing to everyone(INCLUDING ME TOTM!). I notice he's all alone up there singing "Wheel in the Sky." I jump up and grab a guitar, and stet playing(Yes, I know this song on guitar). The guitar solo now kicks in, and I play it. Soon I see someone who's terrorizing everyone. Really?! Oh well, at least I did TOTM. I go back to the car crash, and I see one of the mechs from Avatar(the movie, not the anime). I get in it, and I pull out my weapon. Really?! It's a bunch of different colored missiles on a pistol. I fly up from the mech and see the guy. I fires the missiles at him, but they don't do jack shit. Oh damn it all. I noe get back in the mech, and sit down. I close the cockpit and go back to the missiles. I pull out a big shotgun. I shoot the missiles, and a shitty foot radius explosion happens. Dammit! I notice the guy got away now. Fuck! I see him flying away. I get out, and hold onto the mech. I try ki speed flying, but I can't. What?! Oh it's the mech, but I wanna take it with me! I can't seem to get away with it, to I go and sit upon a tree until I awake.