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I have been dreaming of vehicles for the past several nights. I am always going someplace, but don't know destination and I don't know if I ever reached it.

#1: I was poisoned with two other people. It was night time. These two people died eventually, and I arrived at a kebab shop or something like that. The owner was a large man with some facial hair which makes a very tiny beard. He saw that I was poisoned and slapped his assistant on the head and said "Call an ambulance!" in some kind of accent. I waited for the ambulance, but when it arrived it drove passed, I could hear what they said, the driver said "That's not him, keep going." I waited and waited, I saw some guys kicking a ball around. I remember my condition getting worse, then waking up.

#2: I was walking somewhere and there was this amazing view, similar to that from the dream with the travelling bag salesman. I was with some friends, not sure who though. I saw the girl who appeared in other dreams and she was with some other people, one of which had big, curly hair. He got angry at me and I grabbed him. However the most prominant figure in this dream was the girl, even thought it should have been focusing on the guy, it was actually her who I could see the best.

2012-02-28
We arrive in Tibet (which I know next to nothing about, and the stuff my mind came up with ranges from wildly inaccurate to patently absurd). It is still like the world was in the time of Jesus. Everyone is very poor. I talk to one of the monks in the orange robes. I want to ask him about lucid dreaming, but there are other things to talk about first, and I let him steer the conversation. He talks about how their language, French, used to be the most widely used language, and now they are side-lined as English has taken its palce. I tell him I know I am simply lucky that my language is the widely used one. He tells me I have many years to learn other languages. I tell him about how I am trying to learn German.

There are all these quarters on the ground. I pick one up, but I get the feeling that I wasn't supposed to, so I put it back down later. Then I pick up another one later. I see the monks periodically placing them on the ground. Er... oops. I really was not supposed to do that. I try to sneakily place the quarter back on the ground, but the monk I've been talking to catches me. He yells at me, saying that picking up the quarters is very wrong, causing a curse that can hurt or kill people. He made that mistake when he was younger, and people died. I'm really sorry. I didn't know. I won't do it again.

We walk. Pretty much all of the people here besides the monks are old, poor, French-speaking women, and all the monks are men. I don't see any children, although I think there are a couple other tourists, like me. The monks provide the old women with aid and advice, where they can. The monk follows me into a room, probably on a boat. I am looking at a barbecue pork recipe on the wall, while eating a piece of barbecue chicken with my hands. He asks me what it is, and I tell him.

Outside again, the monk kisses me on the forehead. This feels very weird, and I am not comfortable with this at all.

In the night, we are woken by a loud noise. We get up to go check it out. It was just a loud machine, though. The monk talks to one of the women in French. I get separated from him somewhere along the way. I'm using my cell phone for light, where there are not other lights. I'm in the living room of my old house now. I see my mom. She jumps onto the fireplace, climbing up the brick in a way that seems creepily inhuman. On the mantelpiece above the fireplace, there are two statues. There are supposed to be four. My 'mom' takes one of the remaining statues, leering at me. She is not supposed to do that. The monks will be mad. That's much worse than when I picked up the quarters, and she is doing it on purpose! I throw my phone at her.

I wake up. It's 4:15 am. At first I just jot down some notes, but that dream was so cool/weird that I decide to write it all out in the middle of the night instead of waiting for the morning.

There's a large well. I am Ian, and the Doctor and possibly Barabara are here, too (from Doctor Who). I dropped the ring down the well, but I need to get it back. There is some sort of sprite/spirit in the well, controlling the water. First the water level goes down, then it goes back up. I dive into the water to retrieve the ring and am sucked down into a hole at the bottom of the well.

I'm travelling with a partner. We're in a shop. I buy a floppy hat. We leave the shop, which is just one small part of a bigger place. For some reason, we're signing up to fight in a gladiatorial event. The line for it is very long and slow. This place has the atmosphere of a casino. It's confusing when I finally get to the front of the line. There's a teller open, but I'm not sure I can use that one. There are signs, but somehow that just confuses me even more. Are fighters supposed to only sign up at the particular teller? I end up using the same one my friend did, after he is done. The person there thinks I am someone she knows, named Rita. I play along. Half my information (address, name, etc.) is fake anyways. I probably wouldn't get through this with a teller who didn't 'know' me. I'm nervous about being discovered, though, but eventually I am done signing up, and I get my 'lotto' tickets that I can use if I survive.

It's night. The fight will be tomorrow. The guy who runs this place is evil. I find stairs going up, but when I get to the top, there is nothing there. I guess it will lead somewhere once they're finished setting up. I go back down.

I put on the floppy hat I bought earlier. It takes me a while to get all the plastic tag bits off of it. I'm with the other gladiators. I encourage them to rebel. When the staff comes along, I attack them (oddly, just this one scene is in third person). I get completely piled on, but when the others start fighting, too, I get a chance to escape.

I walk through the fire escape door, deliberately and without hesitation, even though I know I will probably be caught quickly, since these things are well guarded. The fire alarm goes off, and I step out into a corridor. The guard outside the door seems to know me. He asks how some plot I'm supposed to know about is going. I don't know what to say, but I'm not worried about that right now. I'm looking for a door that actually leads outside. I find an office, instead. I turn around and try going the other way. I find the door that actually leads outside and I start walking along the street, eager to get away. The guard is following me like some sort of puppy, complaining about how tired he is because he didn't get any sleep last night. I tell him he wouldn't have gotten any rest if he had stayed on guard duty anyway.

In the past month and a half, I've had 2 lucids. I don't quite recall them much, but I've been far too lazy. So, this March, I'll be back to my relugar thing, MILDing, and DEILDing. So I just wanted to confirm that with my readers. I do remember do the January task and the Twin Tower task in one of the lucids though.

I am playing in a high school all star game, and playing the best of anyone on the floor. When it comes time for the slam dunk contest, I know that I won't be able to dunk. For some reason there are NBA players out there, I choose possibly the worst player for a dunk contest, Dirk Nowitzki, and give him the ball to take my place. Dirk says "ready for the Serge Ibaka free throw line dunk?" I am really excited to see dirk pull this off, but when he goes up he throws the ball off the backboard and completely misses. I knew I should have tried.

I am walking around the lake in my neighborhood with a blonde girl, I don't know who it was. I either caught a fish or just saw a big one, don't remember. When we get to the table I see my friends Steve, Dylan, Max, Cody, and Jimmy sitting there. They are mad at me for not stopping to talk to them, I say "well you should have called and told me you were here." Jimmy catches up to us and I introduce them

I am running around an indoor track which is inside a library. I am with my ex girlfriend. I want to go to Blue Ridge. I remember being on a highway that i have seen before in a dream.

I got pulled over with a small bag of bud in my car (should have known i was dreaming as I quit smoking) I walk up to the courtroom in Blue Ridge, which is very old. When I open the door 3 puppies run out, I see the "judge" and jury. The judge puts my charge into a computer which then prints out my ticket, the charge is $525 dollars. I start freaking out because that is so high, a woman in the jury is laughing at me. I scream "why are you laughing?! this is not funny!"

In which I'm unexpectedly in Delhi and have an altercation with a cafe worker...

I'm walking into the airport in Delhi with my backpack and a handbag when I see Sarah Dog wandering around in front of the terminal. This is surprising because we just found her a home in Texas last week, but there is no way she can explain how she got herself all the way to India so I simply try to catch her. She is happy to come to me, but I don't have a leash so I have difficulty making her walk along beside me. Eventually I just lift her up and carry her into the terminal. This is exhausting and cumbersome because I was already loaded down with luggage.

I sit near a stariwell in the waiting room with my backpack in the seat next to me and Sarah Dog on the floor with my finger curled under her collar. Suddenly I see my father coming up the stairs. I'm surprised again as I wonder how he could be in Delhi. In fact, I look away at first, thinking that it is impossible that my father could be here. But then when I look back, he is coming to embrace me and I'm certain it is him. I feel relief replace the confusion- now he can help me get this dog back to Texas.

I ask my father what he is doing here and he says he will explain everything later. He greets Sarah Dog familiarly and at first this surprises me too, but then I remember that I'd brought her to Houston during the time I'd had her. They are old friend. He tells me to run to the cafeteria and get us some coffee and cookies and then we can explain to one another how all three of us ended up in Delhi.

The airport is now laid out like the Riverside Campus, and I'm walking to the horrible little cafe they have there. Once I get there, however, it is run instead by an Indian man and there is a larger variety of delicious food. I get in line and wonder why the Riverside Campus doesn't always employ this cafe instead of the disgusting one they usually have. Then I remember that I'm not at home- I'm in Delhi. For a moment, I start to wonder how I got here, but then I notice that the line is getting shorter and I must order soon. Other patrons are walking off with delicious looking food: wraps, kolaches, samosas, milk shakes, etc. I look at the blackboard menu behind the counter but I can't read any of the words. I try as hard as I can, but I can't make out any familiar marks.

Now it is my turn, but I can't order because I can't read the selection. I try to stall a little and make some indecisive remarks. There is a goth-dressed couple behind me, and they say some insulting comments about me under their breath. I turn around and yell at them. I'm very angry so I lose my cool and cuss at them. Then I realize I sound stupid, and I try to add a witty insult. The best I can come up with is, "and there's no excuse for goth clothes once you're over the age of 14. You look like self-absorbed brats!" They roll their eyes and laugh at me, but I feel better.

I turn back to the man behind the counter, and as I'm trying again to decipher the words on the menu, my eyes stumble upon the cookies next to the register. I had forgotten! My father asked me to get cookies! I order two cookies and two cups of black coffee. I start to worry about how long I've left my father holding on to Sarah Dog and I hope all is well.

The guy behind the counter rings me up for exactly $5.23. I pull out my debit card but he explains that he will only take cash. No problem. I hand him a 20 and he tells me he has no change. This is starting to irritate me, so I give him a 10. He says still that he has no change, and this provokes the release of a violent beast that I normally keep tied up, deep down inside me. I lean across the counter, with one knee actually on the countertop, and I grab the man by the collar and pull him toward me until his face and mine are only inches apart. I scream, red in the face and at the top of my lungs, "How can you expect me to pay with cash when you don't even have change for a 10?" I shake him back and forth, over and over again, shouting, "This doesn't make sense!"

The man tells me to please calm down and explains that I could simply pay with a 5. I slam a fist into his register and scream, "but the bill is MORE THAN 5 dollars. Don't you get it? There is no way to pay with a bill less than 10 unless I walk around with a pocket full of coins." The man acknowledges this, and says that since I neglected to carry around the proper coinage, he would kindly allow me to pay just 5 dollars instead of $5.23.

As the people in line were staring at me amusedly and the other employees looked ready to call the police, I stepped back. I gave the man a 5 and started to feel that I had perhaps over-reacted. He took the 5, and as he opened the drawer to the cash register, I pretended not to see the huge amount of change he had inside. Then he handed me my cookies, two of them soaked to mush and wrapped in wet paper napkins, and my coffee, blonde with a large quantity of added milk*. It's served in a glass with a handle that is too hot to touch. When I taste it, it is sweet like tres leches cake.

I give up. I ask for my 5 dollars back and tell them to just forget it. They respond that they can't give me my money back because I've already received the food I paid for. I scream again, this time jumping up on the counter itself, that they have given me nothing. They point, increduously at the coffee and cookies as if there is nothing at all wrong with them and I'm just being spoiled. I jump off the counter and on to the cashier's side. I grab the cookie mush in one hand and the cashier's shoulder in the other. I'm about to smear the mess on his face, but I notice that another employee is already on the phone with the police. I'm in an airport after all, and I don't want this to be the sort of day in which I wake up expecting a perfectly normal stream of events but then find myself in a life-altering situation that involves jail time or ongoing court cases or an evaluation of my sanity**.

The dream fades here.



*I did not realize this in the dream, but in real life both these things have significance to me. The cookies are from preschool, one of the first embarassing moments of my life. We were served milk in small paper cups and cookies on a napkin every day for snack. Some of the other kids used to enjoy drinking their milk, unwitnessed, until their cup was empty, then wrapping their cookies in a napkin and dipping it into the empty cup. They'd pull it out and say, "Magic! The cookies are still dry!" I tried this trick myself once but forgot to drink the milk. When I pulled out my sad wet napkin, my cookies were wet mush. The preschool teacher made me eat them anyway. I was mortified. As for the milky coffee, it is annoyingly difficult to get a cup of black filter coffee in India with the milk on the side. They want to make instant coffee out of Nescafe or else foam up the milk and pour it into the cup for you or else make you a capuccino or any variety of espressos and other concoctions. But ordering a cup of simple black filter coffee with milk on the side which you can add yourself to your liking is completely foreign at most places in India. They always screw it up and give you some sweet milky monstrosity they call "milk coffee"
** Just to be clear, I've never actually had a day like that, but in my dream I was convinced I had.

I woke up in what seem to be dank and dreary-sp? room. In the room was a throne on the throne was Maleficent. There might have been other (Disney) villains but my attention was mostly focused on Maleficent. She made this long winded speech...but I only got "You (me) will happy us (them/her) on the way to greatness". I refused. She got out her medivalish wand and said "Cruio". I resisted. She just told them to tie me up. But I fight back..I woke up before anything else could happe

Two nights ago I had a dream that I was an animal at a party at "The Bear in the big blue house" TV show. Something about a tape..and then it changed to a cross between two other kids' tv shows Franklin the turtle and Timothy goes to School." I was a fox.. and somehow in the woods I got "stuck" in the snow near a waterfall. I was trying to get out of it (the woods look to be from Franklin) . Only after I asked for help from two other people did the snow melt and I was able to get out if it

2/27/12

DILD

The dream started at my old boy scout camp (looked nothing like it). There was a large canyon that divided our campsite from the rest of the camp. I am on the far side and there are a series of tunnels that appear to be made out of card board. I am heading back to the campsite when I see a squirrel. Just to be cute I pick up a peanut and offer it to him. He runs up and then wants more. The ground is covered in peanuts so I keep feeding him as we head back. I show a younger group of scouts the squirrel.

As we head back over the canyon, we have to pull the bridge out behind us. There are a few people bringing up the rear. One has the large heavy suit that reminded me of the juggernauts in CoD. The guy next to me starts to pull the bridge before they are on. Being in a giant suit, the one guy isn't agile enough to make the small gap. He grabs onto the bridge and is hanging off. I run to help. I, for some reason, am holding some giant LED sign. I reach it toward him, and it turns out to be a very strong magnet. I help him get up and mention something about the magnet as we walk back. I am joined by some famous person who happens to be at the camp. I remember thinking ben would love to hear that this guy is here.

There is some gap but we start to play a shooting game. We are getting set up and I have a sniper. As I get ready, the other team starts to sneak up from across a small valley. I have 3 perfect snipes on this one girl, but it doesn't do anything. I am kind of pissed. They start to come over to our side of the valley. I pick up a gun from the ground that is a sniper that shoots explosive arrows. I shoot a few at another girl's feet. One sticks her. None of them do any damage. I start walking around and people are shooting me with tiny pistols. I am talking about how none of these guns do any damage. I somehow pull up a screen where I can see my health. After letting some black guy shoot me for like 15 seconds straight at point blank, I still had 550 health out of 1500. I start walking away, but people keep chasing me.

I am running along and eventually become lucid. I try to get away from these 3 guys chasing me. I can't fly because there is tree over my head. I quickly start climbing branches and reach the top in seconds. I try to fly but I can't get a good lift off because the tree branch bends down as I try to jump. I decide to use this to my advantage and start hanging from the edge of the largest branch. I pull it down to the ground and use it to catapult myself into the air. I reach the ground and launch up. However, I mistimed my arm pull and didn't launch far. I land back on the branch and go for it again. I time it right and get flung hundreds of feet.

I land somewhere in the camp again. The game is still going on. I think it would be cool to morph into a transformer. Right when I think that, my point of view shifts and I am like 10 ft. tall. I walk forward and my movement is very stiff and robot-like. I can feel weird hinges bending. I reach forward and can shoot energy balls out of my hands. After shooting a few people, I thrust into the air and fly towards to stars. I lose the dream. (I never thought to look down at myself as a transformer or try to transform into something else, which would have been sweet)

three nights ago I had a dream. I was in castle nursery there were Disney princesses pics all around the nursery (it was an all-girls nursery) I was their nanny it seems. I was kind of a magical kind of nanny and I could make the Disney princesses come to "life". Well it was sunny day and the girls and the Disney princesses and I were outside at an pinic table having a pinic. Then the scene changed and I know its the same dream. I was seeing Disney villians watching what I and the girls, and disney princess were doing via a TV (an old tv at that) and they said "kill them". Then it switched back to me and I said exactly those words. But I covered my mouth after realizing what I had said. The Disney princess and the girls just stared at me shocked.

[COLOR="red"]WARNING!

The technique I will describe now takes effort, and if you fail it might result in insomnia...[/COLOR]

Ok this might be my last journal entry, but I want to share the method to help you guys succeed.
And it must be added that this is not a new technique, this is what every WILD guide explains, but this is my version because it took some time to learn it... And I still need to pracctise it.

I have already told you about this method in an old thread that can be found here:
[url]http://www.dreamviews.org/f79/my-friends-natural-wild-technique-123506/[/url]

But I will explain it in a little more detail and add some new things that he have told me and that I learned from.
First of all I have to tell you that he is not a lucid dreaming pracctioner or anything like that.
When he was a little kid he invented this method to fall asleep and cure his insomnia!

Last night I tried his method and I managed to come to the point where I could no longer feel my physical body.
But I was still aware of my breath, my eyes and my thoughts.
I started visualizing a random house and walked around in it, and at one point I felt my consciousness switching and suddenly I were there. I was now lucid and was amazed of consciously entering a dream without previous sleep.
I walked out from the house and the dream ended up like all my lucid dreams seem to end... I lost lucidity while talking to someone. Although I was still aware of the dream so I remembered the whole dream and it was a long vivid dream.
It felt like more than 30 minutes, but as you all know it's impossible to have vivid REM dreams for more than 15 minutes.
So I am not sure how to think of that. ( Mind creation? Doesn't matter had sex, I mean time dilation :cheeky: )

Anyway today I asked my friend Fredrik to tell me about his falling asleep technique again, and this is what he told me:
Well the goal is to fall asleep, but what I do is that I lay still with closed eyes and focus on my breath and I focus my vision between my eyebrows and keep it there. Then I will feel my body slowly getting more and more relaxed, I will feel the tingeling start from my legs and work it's way up. Then I just keep having this meditative state and I will at some point not be able to feel my body anymore and my mind is calm without thoughts, and the only thing that remains is my breath.
I sometimes stop right here, because the next step is really scary, but I really want to fall asleep so I have to do it...
When my only awareness is the breath, I take a deep breath and then gradually slow the breath down and make it smaller and now the scary part. After a while I will no longer feel my breath and it feels like I am going to die!
But if I just stick with it I know that I am going to fall asleep. Then something strange happens.
I start to see a bright white light and I will get a sensations of levitating and I just keep floating up and when that sensation stop, I am and up in the clouds and here I just relax as much as I can and I fall asleep, and then I wake up the next morning feeling completely rested.

I was shocked and asked him "Why the H*LL don't you stay aware so you can lucid dream?!".
And he answered "Oh I wouldn't want to risk having insomnia after waiting and doing all that, the goal is to fall asleep after all".

And I was like :eek::panic: GAAAH!!

I tried to convince him in every way possible, but it was no use he wasn't interested in lucid dreams. :shock:

Anyway I on the other hand can use this knowledge to my advantage and now you can too :shadewink:

Just gong to add some tweaks. Because I did this last night, but I wasn't aware of the breath method, he told me about that today.

I have experienced most of the steps he described, although the eyefocus thing isn't really necessary that's just his anchor and he relax that way. As long as you stay still and stay aware you will still be able to do this, the meditative pure consciousness states comes naturally, you can even think of what ever you want. The problem is just that a wondering mind can easily make you fall asleep unconsciously. I do this by listening to a guided relaxation so that's my anchor :)

One thing that might be painful to hear is that I timed this and it took about 1 hour to do.
Although it didn't feel booring at all, I was excited the whole time :)

The reason to why I will not write down my dreams here anymore is personal. I have realised that they tell too much about a person, even though the dreamer is the only one who can analyse them. So that's one reason.
The other reason is that they are annoying to write down in the morning :P

I have also started believing in obe's and astral projection and I know most people are sceptic, but just try this:

This is just a theory but when I did this technique and realised that I was no longer able to feel my body, I started visualizing and I ended up in a dream. Because I was focusing on my thoughts.

My friend Fredrik on the other hand, he focused on the (body) and the feeling of breathing and I think that he actually got an out of body experience.

I am not going to argue about these phenomenons, because frankly that's something that is up to the person who experiencing it to decide. I'm just hoping that this text helped someone :D

It will take time, but if I some day(night) manage to control the dream and make it last longer and being able to go to Hogwarts or something like that. I might post in this journal about it ;)

Thanks and bye for now!

Choi :sleepmeditate2:

02.28.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1: Person giving a Speech in College Class

This dream probably repeated itself two times. I am hungry in this dream, and I'm going to some class in college, and I see this DC that looks like the cook of a Sushi Restaurant I go to sometimes. He asks me if I'm ready because we're doing some kind of speech in class.

We go up the stairs of this random building we're in and give our speech. The dream resets and I meet the guy again. We were doing the same thing.

Then the third time he said we needed a microphone, and was the type you hooked somewhere on your chest for convenience and to talk to a larger audience, but I didn't worry about getting one, he did most of the talking.



And I was skipping up probably 2-3 steps at a time going up the stairs.

Dream 2 : Biology Lab Practical Review

I was in my Biology 112 Laboratory, and apparently we are doing a review for the practical coming soon. I think that this is reviewing the day before the actual practical exam, but it never hit me that I only go to the lab once a week.



The TA that I have starts going over a few questions, so I immediately get my notebook out and try to remember the first question she asked, because someone already answered it. I managed to do so, and I wait for the next review question.

I'm worried that the practical is going to be hard, and then someone tells me that it's actually occurring on Sunday instead of this Thursday (I still don't do a RC because I am completely gullible).

When I heard the practical exam was shifted to Sunday, it was one of the moments where you start to get pissed at yourself for worrying so much over something you thought was going to happen tomorrow.

I almost wanted to cry, and my face was making weird expressions of being shocked. I stretched my mouth to the back a little bit and squint my eyes, and then I move my mouth a bit as if I'm going to stutter because I'm still in shock that the practical is only a few days ahead instead of starting tomorrow.

I believe the dream probably resets again, and this time, I think I'm a little early to class this time, I'm not sure.

The same TA like the one I have for Biology 112, she was bragging on how she made all of the review for us to study, and I could see how childish she looked saying it.

She was happy like she solved the cure for cancer for something, then some random female comes in with a gray hoodie and your typical blue jeans to tell the class that the TA needed help.

The TA turned to her and had the face that said "SHUT UP!!" I think the random female just goes somewhere else, I can't remember if she was laughing back or not.

I'm still sitting down at a lab table, and a DC that I can't remember asks me if I want to hear something funny. I say sure, and they go on to how this person is going out with this girl. They start going on and on, and then a familiar face pops up of what they were talking about.

It was this girl in my Comm App class in High School named Melissa, apparently she's going out with some guy who also looks familar to me. I believe his name was Josh, but I only saw him in Middle School, and I was never friends nor did I talk to him.

The person goes on how this DC that looked like Josh in an over-sized black shirt (he was one of those guys who liked wearing big shirts I believe) wanted to touch Melissa's breast by slowly hugging her.

I get this image of him behind Melissa, getting closer to her, and having his head rested on her shoulder looking down at her breasts, and he hugs her while cupping her breasts.

She realizes this, and pushes him off and asks "What the hell are you doing?" But she looks like she enjoyed it, but just wanted to tease him a little bit or something.

Now that I look back at this dream, I'm annoyed that the person is Melissa/Marissa/Marisa rather than potentially being Alyzarin. It's like my mind just completely teased me with Melissa rather than Alyssa.

Dream 3: Girl in Black Jacket and Pants?

I'm at my University somewhere around Heldenfels I bet, and I just got out of some class since I'm heading towards getting my bicycle.

The setting is afternoon, and the dream is vivid (probably occurred around 6AM-8AM in waking life). I go to my bicycle, and I'm not paying too much attention to the bicycle, I'm just busy putting in the key to unlock the lock.

Then I notice a girl in a black outfit, wearing a small black jacket that is opened, and she looks Hispanic. Her face is slightly radiant, she looked like the person who would have a positive energy.



Her hair was smooth and black, and she was walking with some random dude in a black outfit as well. The dude had a lot of gel applied on his head, and he looked familiar to me as well. The DC reminded me of a guy I knew in Middle School as well named Jordan.

(Again, I never was friends with him, he was just a person I saw in Middle School).

As she's walking down the path that is going downhill, she glances at me for a while. The other guy isn't doing the same, nor are the DCs around me, just her.

For that moment, I looked in her eyes, and felt like she was luring me to just come up to her, but I didn't want to because I thought the guy resting his hands on her shoulder would be her boyfriend. I believe I see the girl again somewhere else in the dream, but I can't remember where.

I honestly think that she was trying to get my attention by making me jealous or something since she was with a guy, but the guy wasn't really that much of a competition for me overall. (sorry, that may be conceited, but I rarely have this type of self-confidence anyway).

I may be paranoid, or maybe I'm over-analyzing the dream, but I sure did feel something from this girl, because if she was able to stop me from trying to unlock my bicycle, and unwinding the loops I made to a bar to keep the bicycle in place, I guess she had something I liked.

Anyway...next dream.

Dream 4: Going to Random House

I'm walking somewhere probably to a random house, because the environment was completely different than the apartment complex I live in near Texas A&M University.The sky is beautiful, at least to me, it was mostly light blue, but it looked like it was going to rain or just going to be windy.



I'm walking down the street, and some DCs are going the same direction as I am as well. I see a Cop car near a stop sign, waiting for us to pass through so he could go along his way. I tried to look beyond the window, but I couldn't see clearly.

I don't know where I'm going at this point, but I reach a random house and go inside, Something I'm holding drops in front of me, and I could tell there were a few DCs behind me. I pick up the items in front of me since they were blocking my way, and I apologized to the DCs behind me.

I look back to see who they were, but all I could recall was a blonde female. She looks as me for a while with her mouth slightly opened, but it was just a reflex of her to look back at me since I looked back at her, so I didn't pay too much attention to why she glanced back.

Dream 5: Secret Facebook link leads to Adult video

I'm in my apartment, it's still slightly dark inside, and I'm only in my underwear, completely ignoring to do reality checks (I don't know what's wrong with me, I think I should just spam RCs now in waking life because if I'm remembering more dreams from keeping a steady dream journal, obviously, there's obviously something I'm doing wrong, or maybe I'm just a freaking incompetent who doesn't do RCs in his dreams).

Anyway, I have my hands on the wall, and apparently, I see an image of a computer screen in front of me. It's like the perspective shifted to where I was on my laptop, but I wasn't doing anything on it. I think the screen was on the wall, and I'm watching the URL box being typed.



It's going to Facebook, but it included some extension that went like this: "-____-" or something like that. The link is completed and it links to some time of XXX Russian anal video subbed in English or something.

The link dissapears, and the video is gone as well. I start worrying because I wanted to see the video, especially since it's on Facebook, it would've been a laugh for others to know about this.

I still have my hands on the wall, looking for another screen to show up for some odd reason. Another screen finally shows up, but the video is now in German, and I get dissapointed.

That dream was somewhat funny, but I feel kind of sad that I was desperate to see the film in the dream.