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I stood up from the bed just known that its LD. The house was mine but with the new furniture. Husband lied on the sofa and kid played on the floor. Count the fingers. Went to other room ad wanted to move back in time and to see me standing from the bed and counting fingers. I fall down on the back and stood up. Nothing. I did it several times. I cried loudly about moving in the past - nothing. I did it several times too. I made portal in the floor - and moved into the room with husband and kid, but without second me...I went through the wall and back into the room - nothing. I was upset in the dream end went to real

Successfully woke up at 1 A.M. no dream recall at all and ran into some trouble.

WILD attempt #4
Awake: My alarm wakes me up at 2 A.M. 2 hours after I fall asleep (had some trouble sleeping). I feel awake, too awake after only 2 hours of sleep. I get up, go to the fridge and pull out some juice and take a swig. I look at the window. Snow, the first of the season. it looks peaceful in our little neighborhood. I go back to bed. It's been four minutes since I've woken up, perfect according to many guides. I put my earphones in and turn on the white noise, lie down... still. I do this for an hour and get absolutely nowhere. Tonight was especially frustrating, I'm hoping for better ones in the future.

I wouldn't call it much of a nightmare, but it wasn't the nicest setting. I was at an old school, but I've never gone to this school, all I know is that my friends are there. Friends from a longer time ago, like middle school, there isn't much going on. I wander the halls, seeing people I know. Not talking to them, and not being talked too. The greatest memory/high point of this dream is I was standing in a hall way. Looking down, I was at a door, much like an office in the main office itself. The hall leading to the reception desk maybe, and to my right an open door. That's about all I can remember. But it is a fragment, for I've had several other dreams like this, all in different settings, but I have no idea what they mean.

I had the craziest dream the other day, I can't find out what it means. All i know is it was so real. This had to be when i was in a deep sleep to about the time i was going to wake up. I remember waking up and turning my alarm clock off, and i went straight back to sleep. I was on a hard surface- pitch black, couldn't see anything, i couldn't move, and i heard a fan on the ceiling. not just a normal fan- but a rather heavy duty one, one made of a nice hard metal suited to last for a long time. I also heard my heart, beating very fast and loud. I also felt it- it hurt a bit, a sharper pain not a heart attack or nothing, but was simply too fast.I don't want to make the dream stop- but to find out what it means. Also- after waking up I didn't have any pain or anything, it just scares me. Is this a good thing, or bad? I'm no professional so i don't know how exactly to translate my dreams into meaning. As for my reasons behind not wanting to make them stop- maybe it means something and by getting further and further I'll find my answer.

Can't remember anything last night sadly. Oh well, tonight should be better! Happy dreaming!

I wake up; my mom comes rushing in the room packing stuff into a suitcase. I ask her why she is packing stuff up. She tells me that the Africans are taking over. I don't freeze with fear, I start packing all of my stuff into a bag pack. I look through the window and see the Africans closing in on us. I then begin to rush towards the door. While rushing towards the door I realize that I don't have my iPod. I run back to pick it up. While running out of the door I see some large Africans walking up the stairs holding boxes. I scan the area to find my brother and notice slowly walking down the stairs on the other side of the building. We meet up in the parking lot. While in the parking lot we run and end up at my grandma’s house miles and miles away from my house. All of my family is in my grandma's. It kind of feels like a party. I ask my grandma where T and B went. She says they are in my room. They both run out like party animals and I get energized and forget my house has been taken over. Then I began to mock T because he’s wearing summer clothes in winter. He tries to defend himself from the mocking but just gives up. Somehow my mother, brother, and I manage to make it back to my house. I see Africans rambling and moving stuff around in my room. Then I go up the stairs and burst through the door. When I enter I go on a crazy rampage eventually making the Africans retreat.

at club
goes kinda outside club
one of those digital posters like at 24 fitness
navigating to look through pictures
i was trying to find pictures of the panda girl
while doing this i can see inside the club
and i see the events from that night as if i am having an oute body experience
i see myself viet and the others partying and dancing in the same area
back to the digital poster, i seem to get into an argument with someone, like he wanted to use the poster, but i did not let him. i almost threatened him into fighting
turns out that he backs off then teaches me how to use that thing
we navigate through pictures, i see a pic of me kissing the panda girl from the back
he shows me how you can rotate the picture so you can see at different angles
it feels like i am standing at an atm using this, and there are people behind me
i turn around to look at the people in line and i see the hodge twins
i stop what i'm doing and say to them very enthusiastically, hey i watch your videos every day! you're keith right? i procede to shake their hands and ask for a picture. there was one other person with them that would take the pics. he had a polaroid camera and was snapping away a lot of pictures at once, after this i give him my phone and ask if he can use it. i tell him to hold down on the button until it focuses then let go. as i am standing with the twins, we do funny poses like flexing and shit. the guy could not figure out my phone.

Monday January 16th, 2012

* The dream started out where I was in a grocery store shopping for random food objects. I didn't realize it but someone was following me. I then ended up in the baby section/family section of the store explaining two different situations to myself. The first situation was where I was standing near this shelf that had coats and other stuff like toys. I really don't know what made this moment tick but somehow my cousin Julian and Gabriel were in involved and so was my aunt. The boys were standing and pointing at the shelves and commuting about something, the toys. Then, after this happened I was helping a young boy who I thought was one of my cousins put a coat on. The coat had transformers or something boyish on it that suited a 5-year-old boy. The second part was when I realized something different from my family being there with me. there was a lady holding a toddler girl that looked about 18 months old or a year and a half old that she then handed to me. It was like this had just happened, but I was in a different situation from the one earlier. The lady told me we had to get ready and leave, but I did not know where. There was a see-through closet that had glass doors like in the frozen food section at a grocery store that had baby stuff like diapers and other necessities like clothes but there wasn't any food. I picked up this pouch while holding the baby that had a sippy cup In and then swung it over my shoulder or something as if It where a purse.


Then everything changed to a different setting. I was hiking on a dirt rode, I didn't know where I was going but somehow I knew I was going to get there. This dirt rode didn't have an end, but then I saw a man with some animals walking up towards me. He asked me if I needed help, It was like I couldn't come up with an answer but I knew that this man couldn't help me with what I needed. Something happened to where I had a gut felling and then right before my eyes it was like time was passing. I ended up getting to a random place by nightfall where people where going to help me with what I wanted. This place was a lodge or motel. I went into this room after this lady in a old Time bonnet and dress told me to make myself at home at the front desk. I walked into this room that was mine to stay in. I looked around for a little bit and then started looking at the tv setting where I found some items that where similar to items I had in waking life but they were different. One of the items was a combination of a madeline item, it was like a book and a dvd in one or something. The dream ended where I was looking back at a dream I had before, it was like I was looking in the past of my dreams.

(As a note, I don't recall any time in the extended past having a dream where my own death occurred.)

Last night, I dreamt of my own death, in a fashion. Recall begins as an aerial overview of cars driving down a highway, where my vision is getting whiter and more staticky, thus more difficult to navigate through the curves, trees, and other cars. My center of awareness was still above the action, but at some point, the vehicle "I" was driving in crashed off of the side of the road.

The scene becomes closer and more detailed as my center comes down to inspect the site. The car had landed in a ditch, and a body had been thrown from it, to land face down in a small impact crater left in an area of soft earth and mud. I notice that it's my own body, due to my hair splayed all around my face and clothing. There is no outward sign of injury, but I know that this body is either empty, or close to losing its connection. It was then that I realized I was in spirit form, looking at my own dying body.

As I stepped closer, I came to see that two silent men were standing near my body, watching the entire scene yet impartial to the action. Also, a wolf-like creature (grander, with a more pronounced snout and gentle grace) lay atop my body, seeming to guard, cradle, and at the same time somehow be connected to it. I realized that, in order to save my body, I would have to interact via the wolf, who looked at me with a bittersweet cast in its eyes.

I looked to the men, and saw that they had backed off slightly, but were still watching. Much like referees, or judges. I moved the wolf off of my body, and told it to do something to help, to no avail. I became incensed, knowing that none of them were going to help me resurrect myself and, if this were allowed to happen, I would in fact lose my connection to my body and die. I turned to my body, still cradled in the earth but now facing upwards, warm but lifeless. I could not interact with it, or assume its essence into my own.

In a final effort, I began to beat the ground next to the prone wolf, who now seemed slightly smaller, with energized fists that sent shockwaves of power where they landed, while projecting in a clear and demanding voice that "No. I will not die. I am not done yet. My work is not done."

With this final salvo of energy, the scene around me began to fade out, and I felt the warm confines of my body wrap back around me as I returned to it, waking gently in my bed.

EP. 1

"A Raid to Remember"
As I step through the door, a white light blinds me. In the confusion I discover several things I hadn't known before. One: I was holding something metallic in both hands. Two: There were loud sounds all around me. Three: Men were shouting, both in front of and behind me. My vision clears; I'm staring down a white barrel at a blurry figure ahead. I open fire, though I don't know at what. Before I have time to think, the firefight is over, and a young soldier is forcing me onward.

The light comes to me again, though now I stand in a large room without windows. I've no way of knowing, but it feels as if I'm underground. A hand rests on my shoulder, but I'm looking away. I hear the voice of a man, and turn to face the Dark Knight himself. He continues to speak to me slowly, but I pay no mind to him. I notice I'm unarmed now, and ponder the implications of this. The Bat shakes me, yelling now, but my attention is drawn to the Flash rushing past, down a tunnel to God knows where. I feel I must follow, but my companion urges me in another direction; I grudgingly follow.

I find myself nearing the end of our journey now. I turn once more to find my companion, but his identity has changed. No other than Bruce Wayne was standing beside me. I speak for the first time, asking, "It gets old losing your stuff every time that happens, doesn't it?". Bruce nods in reply, then states, "Yeah. It doesn't help having to put on that armor over and over, either." I share his pain for a moment, then we press towards our goal. As we close in on an armored door near the end of a hallway, a loud snap comes from my back. I jerk in shock to find the source, but I'm faced with only a dark wall and two white pillows.



EP. 2

"A Night on the Ocean Blue"
As the cold water rocks the frigate to and fro, I can feel the mist of the ocean breeze dance across my face. A deck hand shouts in alarm ,"We'll never lose him this way!", and I scan the darkened waves for the pursuer. The man who was after our very lives was once a brother among us. This much I remembered. The very why as to our current situation eluded me at the moment, though. No worries; I'd have plenty of time to ponder the implications of his betrayal after we no longer feared for our safety. My train of thought is shattered as our rear port side was rammed again by the pursuing vessel.

His ship was submerged under the wake by some strange mechanism. Being the smaller of the two craft, his was the faster as well. This was a huge advantage in the current situation, where we had no means of retaliation against him. How had I ended up in such a situation? My mind wandered to the events that began this awkward chase. While these memories were illusive, I remember a battle taking place at port. Somewhere in the chaos, our forsworn ally had turned against us. Using the fog of war to gain the upper hand in a fight that was all but won. Now we were running, and he was in pursuit. The sharp cracking of wet wood and the sudden seizure of the ship signed that he had already injured our chances of escape.

My eyes searched the horizon for some sign of safety. All I needed was one hope of reprieve. My search brought a large water spout to my attention. It would be perfect. I jut my hand forward, shouting to the man at the wheel, "There! Sail straight for the spout!" His eyes lit ablaze with fear. Surely he thought me mad. Despite his initial fears, his hands followed the command. Leading the bow directly towards what he knew would be our end, our speed picked up. As we were drawn into the twister, I begin to doubt the validity of my plan. Our pursuer had taken the bait, though, and I could see his vessel leaving the water below us. Within a matter of moments, our weight had exceeded the strength of the storm. We fell back into the water, almost on our starboard side. I give the order to ready the guns, looks of bewilderment gaze upon me. The hands follow the command, and the pursuing craft is decimated by cannon fire immediately after landing.



EP. 3 [Coming Soon]

01/16/12

Driving Drunk
I am driving down an isolated street in the middle of nowhere at night. There are two other people in the car with me, and we are all drinking. (Drinking and driving? I don't even like to drink!) I am drinking a beer and laughing and telling bad jokes that I don't remember now. I feel drunk. I drink more of my beer and I see flashing lights in the review mirror. Great… cops… now I'm in trouble. I think I'll pull over, but instead I get the idea I can turn off the road somewhere up ahead and kill the lights so the cops will fly right by me. I speed up to put distance between the cop and me. I start going very fast and I am not able to make the sharp turn that's coming up ahead. Instead the car breaks through the guard rail and flies out into space… there is apparently a cliff beside the road. But the car isn't going down… it is continuing to fly… or am I just too drunk to know we're crashing?

Dont remember anything from the past 2 nights. I will tonight though.

I dreamed I was with S.t. We were in bed. I rolled into position so that "I" was in S.t.'s hand. It was a very short dream, but the one I was waiting for.

I had another dream where I was by the water. I never actually swam in it, but at one point I was concerned because I was swimming in it, something was swimming after me, and the thing knew which way to swim because the water had a memory of where I had gone, and the fish thing that was after me could read the water. (This comes from something I saw on youtube of how water really does have a memory.)


I saw the water retain the swirls of where I had swam, and knew the fish creature would follow the current and find me.

Then I saw some tadpoles. I looked at them in my dream. They were kind of evil looking. That was the most vivid part of the dream. I really focused on the fish. I saw them in very shallow water, and they looked like some other kind of fish. Kind of evil looking. They were kind of long and hand round heads like Alien.

I was afraid of a tadpole.

dream : comments : lucid

17th of January, 2012

Had some failed lucidness early in the night.
I was sleeping and Nooks woke me up saying "it's 9pm, time to wake up!" I was all "Why the shit would you be waking me up at 9pm?" at which point she proceeded to start putting fish on my feet. By that stage I was all "nup, this is stupid, this is obviously a false awakening" and when I did my hand-check I mustn't have been deep enough into the dream and the movement actually woke me up for real. Almost immediately after that I went back to sleep and back into a dream. Not quite a WILD, but I was almost instantly aware. Quasi DEILD, perhaps. Again I was lying asleep except I was a bit deeper in and was this time at a beach. I was in the sand when I woke up again. Did a RC and wasn't dreaming. God damn it!
Back asleep again and THIS time I was still at the beach but could really feel the sand and water. I focussed on sinking into the sand so as to stimulate my senses a bit and really tried focusing on Nooks' face to become hyper-aware. It all sort of worked but then the dream began to fade and I couldn't get it back. Ah well. Close.

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I was at some dodgy apartment block and was meeting all the neighbours.

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I was at a birthday party and drinking champagne. Some hippie type girls offered me LSD which I accepted. The acid was on these plastic strips that had different phrases printed on them. The one I took said “Spiders in your mouth”. I half dissolved the strip and suddenly realised I didn’t want to be tripping on acid and remember that it said anything about spiders being in my mouth so I spat it out and asked for another one, which they didn’t let me have. I wanted the one that said "Ice cream".

We went outside where people were drinking and partying in the back yard and I hung around drinking my champagne and having a good time. Presently, I looked up into the sky and was struck with awe. The moon was enormous but different. It was covered in gigantic ice crystals- all perfectly formed like giant snowflakes. The arms of the crystals spread out far into the sky, about twice the diameter of the moon itself. I was totally blown away and ran screaming to the other people to come and have a look. When they came over the crystals had begun dropping off and falling through space towards us. While they fell, they broke into smaller pieces and snowed down on us as snowflakes the size of dinner plates. It was a beautiful experience and I remember turning to Nooks and asking if it was the acid or if it was really happening and she just smiled and nodded before catching one. It was nice.

Later on there was something to do with hot air ballooning in a cave and finding magic mushrooms. That lead into my family having issues with a neighbour shooting arrows into our yard. The neighbour became one of my younger brothers who stabbed one of my other brothers with an arrow and when we told him we would call the police on him he suddenly became really cute and baby-faced. I asked him to apologise and when he did he became a manchild with a seedy ass beard and looked totally creeper. He started apologising in this weird rhyming slang and I decided I hated him.

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Aliens invaded in cool space/aquatic ships. They were all spiky and black. As they landed in the water, huge waves flooded large parts of the city and the street we were on was suddenly awash with buses coming towards us. We narrowly avoided being crushed by the sliding buses and ran up a hill into a park. There, some people offered me cheese and I said, in a very posh voice “no... quite alright thank you” which they scoffed at. I asked if they’d prefer a more bogan approach and said “aw, fuckin’ aliens and shit invading, hey!” then left. We went into a house that had a smaller house inside it and I climbed onto the smaller house’s roof. All of a sudden I realised my teeth were loose and they began to fall out and break apart.

Didn’t do a dream check because apparently I’m an idiot and don’t recognise my own dream signs.
Anyway, I woke up shortly afterwards.

Date: 15.01.12

I was with S, T and N. We were going out or a meal, so started up the stairs to a restaurant we fancied, whilst walking past the toilet a guy shouted-
"Don't come in!"
"We won't" I said
"Get out" he shouted, and came out. He was the owner.
"Alright!" ..."god he's friendly" I muttered. We turned around and headed out. The gut came to the doorway and said, "No young ones tonight" as if that were any consolation.
So, with that we headed back to our accommodations, I walked with S through what I thought was her accommodation, remarking how beautiful it was, what with the archaic architecture and light blue, frosted windows. She said it was part of main arts and that she didn't want to go back to her accommodation as she hadn't paid rent. I said she could stay at mine...
Then somewhere along the way we were with T and N again and apparently in some sort of battle against everyone else, they were trying to stop us doing something or other, anyway, the details are hazy. We hid in the toilets, locking the doors. I had a plan to escape onto the roof, but someone had turned on the power which made the roof-covered in wires- electrical. We escaped through a different window into what appeared to be a garden centre, as there were plants scattered and growing everywhere in pots and over the pathway. People were trying to stop us pass, we kicked and punched our way through, i grabbed my bag after we'd had a rest to readdress which route we were going to take, but i saw a baked beans can on a shelf, had an idea and grabbed it. From then on anyone who got in my way, I bashed their head with it. There was one woman in particular who was lying on the floor due to my friends having pushed her over, I said "she's gonna grab my leg, don't grab my leg, don't grab my leg!" I stepped over at which she grabbed my leg, I shouted "I SAID DON'T" and bashed her in the head with the tin,a red line appeared and a trickle of blood shortly followed, I felt pretty bad, but needed her to know she couldn't stop me, she didn't seem fazed and I ran to catch my friends up. An old man stepped in front of me, in a tweed jacket holding a dandelion under his chin, (like people do with buttercups) I didn't want to resort to violence again, so said-
"Do you like butter?"
"I do like butter" he replied
so I said, "Then let us rejoice in the fact that we all like butter" and strode past him. I caught up my friends and T asked, "did you just pretend to be a member of a secret club my making a bizarre, code like statement?"
"haha yeah!"
at the culmination of the dream we ran up into a tower, we gathered together and waited as the people after us had set up a bomb, they were about to press it. I said "we should stand together in our last moments",
T said, "haha, right our "last moments" " and gave me a look as if to say, just wait for it. The person pressed the bomb, but instead of an explosion a special effect sound of a cow mooing was heard. We burst out laughing and that's where the dream ended and faded away.