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I'm at a school and I see so many people all over the place. Most of them I have never seen before. I'm sitting in a chair facing an entrance in front of me. It was daylight and I felt a little sad. I was talking to someone in front of me but I forgot who they were. Anyways, after a while, I see one of the girls I used to be friends with in high school standing in front of the entrance door in front of me. I was happy to see her again. But because she is mad with me in real life, I didn't think she felt the same way. I yelled out her name. "Quynh!" She turned to me and just stared. She didn't walk up towards me and I didn't walk up towards her. After this, I walked in to the exit to my left and started walking home. On my way, I've met so many different people and friends. I did feel a little cautious walking through this area. I kept a close eye on anyone who might seem dangerous. This street I was walking on was curvy and there were other people walking on this road to. On my way home, I didn't meet Jonathan, an old classmate who attended English class with me our senior year. So after a little bit more of walking, the dream ended.

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I am making love in semidarkness to a beautiful woman with pale skin, and blue-black hair. Her eyes are violet.

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A day later, I realize she is Eris, Goddess of Kaos.

Haven't been sleeping well this week due to stress, so before bed, I took the time to relax and practice some visualization. The specific image I chose? A lavender field in the south of France. It carried over into my dream -- not that I recognized it at the time.

I'm attending a convention. There's a woman who hands me a folder when I sign in, and she takes time to go over the contents, which seem to be coupons. One of the coupons catches my eye. It's for a gift bag full of products from a bath store. I'm more interested in the bag than the products. The woman admires the bag that I'm carrying, which is pink with yellow ducks. (Ducks? Seriously?) I tell her it's a Vera Bradley. She's never heard of Vera Bradley, which blows my mind. I guess she really doesn't know anything about handbags. There's a vague recollection that I need to keep an eye out for some French lavender, but I dismiss it for now since I'm not going to find it at a convention.

At the convention, I'm awarded a trip to the set of "Game of Thrones." I'm immediately whisked away. I'm impressed that they've even managed to recreate the comet in the daytime sky above the set. But the set visit quickly turns into something else. There's a lake surrounded by sand dunes, and I'm dumped on the far side and told to find my way back. Every time I got close to the lake, large worms with poisonous barbs and monstrous crabs would scuttle out of the sand to chase me off. The worms also shed their barbs and leave them behind in the sand, so I have to be really careful where I step. Eventually, I team up with two others and get to a clear area of lakefront. We find a canoe made out of plywood and packing tape(?). It seats three people, and I get in front very carefully, as the canoe threatens to tip over if the weight in front and back is not carefully balanced.

Eventually, the ordeal ends although it doesn't seem clear what happens after the canoe. I get home and look out the windows into the back yard. It's snowing, and I think that's it's awful that it's snowing in June. But I brush it off. The neighbors in the house behind mine are out in their yard (with the fence mysteriously missing). There's kids playing in the yard next to theirs, and the kids have puppies. Someone tosses a puppy in the air, which seems pretty frightening, but I am distracted by a visitor who asks about my neighbors. I start telling him a story, the details of which are fuzzy to me, but my visitor clearly recognizes it. "Wait, it's that 'The Godfather?'" he asks, and I explain that they inspired the movie. I turn back to watch the neighbors through the window. There's a doorway that looks like it's been cut out a brick wall on their house. I explain to my visitor that it's a secret door that they use to sneak out.

So disappointing to miss some very obvious cues, but after such rough week, I'm glad that I'm just able to sleep.

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ok i was wearing this purple outfit/uniform thing and i was a server at this banquet and one direction was there and harry styles looked so attractive omg and i had to carry food to them in an ugly grey garage kind of place and i melted the food in a towle by accident and the more food you brought the more money you made so i had to go back and get these chocolate things and i finaly made some money. oh did i mention ONE DIRECTION WAS THERE?!?!!?

It's been four months since I last posted. Everything's been busy lately but this morning's dream (June 9) was vivid enough that it pushed me to post now.

Usually when I have a dream, I'd write it down and hopefully remember enough details to post when the time comes. Much has changed over the last few months. Often the dream would reflect something that goes on in real life, either before or after the dream takes place.

I still have recollections of 1/3 of my dreams, but about 2/3 are just paper notes now and I have no recall of them. Yet I'll be posting as much as I can, and hopefully in a few weeks the flashbacks to past dreams will join up with current dreams again.

Before we continue, I should explain what I mean in my use of the word "facade": basically, it's a word, another memory or previous dream, or a false recollection that triggers faint memories of the actual dream as they slip away. Sometimes the memories fade within 10 seconds of waking up.

You have to be careful sometimes - often the blog will log you out while you're trying to do a journal, and even today I had to change my password, after a Russian hacking incident months ago here.

It's a real challenge to get this thing started. Let's begin at this morning's dream, when I fell asleep on my sofa around 12:30 am.


I'm in a room somewhere. There are these orange vitamin B-12 pills in my hand, and it looks like there are several dozen of them. Should I put these in my mouth, or moreover report just what happened?

A tropical weather website comes up, dicussing a low pressure system that was bound to give us a big heat wave in the early part. Not much else was going on, except for that jet stream.

I'm sitting somewhere with an old student-teacher friend of mine, who talked about her memory of living in northeastern Ontario, where there are now some wildfires. Not sure if I ever join in on this conversation.

Hearing some words being said now, remembering a few.

"So when I was up at Algoma University, the weather would really stay pretty much the same. One day, it would be 7C. The next day, 7C and the same the day after that."

"It would take 35 minutes to drive up to Timmins, and 65 minutes when there was a big snowstorm and the traffic got heavy".

Wait a minute, I thought, looking over at a map. Wouldn't that mean North Bay takes only 25 or 30 minutes? I live in the Greater Toronto Area at this time.

Funny thing is, my friend never even went to Algoma. She went to U of T.

Now, I'm remembering something about a conversation I had with the principal, or maybe I was having one. I wasn't in trouble or anything; in fact my principal thinks of me as someone who is more mature and responsible than most.

There's a lot I didn't get to say to her, though.

I wake up with this strange pain in my left leg. Had I been bitten by a spider while I took my midnight nap? It seemed like I'd been asleep for maybe one or two hours, but as I look at my radio clock, it's 3:50 a.m. Without even going to brush my teeth, I return to my room, turn off my computer, and go to sleep. I consider taking my chemical experiment into my room before it gets stolen, but leave it there and doze off anyway.

There were these "fake vegetable" pills in a jar, that had both the shape and the taste of real vegetables: carrots, peppers and broccoli, at least two of the above three. Should I eat them?

I was asked whether I wanted an ionizing treatment, producing an isotope on my body that might have been radioactive. The isotope had an atomic mass of 188.

Of course that's going to be radioactive, I thought, when I woke up much later. Yet doing a bit of research, it turns out the element is probably non-radioactive osmium-188, which is naturally more dense than lead, and maybe a few traces of radioactive iridium-188.

Sitting there, I'm looking at a screen off the wall of my classroom, where my geography teacher was giving a lesson using a weather website that I routinely used. Next, we pointed out a small earthquake that had occurred a few days before off the northwestern coast of Ireland.

"Belfast!", I exclaimed, literally shouting it out loud. Yet Belfast was in North(east)ern Ireland, and whether I knew this at the time, I'm not sure.

The alarm woke me up again. It was just after 6 a.m., but I'd forgotten to turn off the alarm the previous night. I might wake up once more during the next bit, but whether this is recorded is unclear. Still have some assignments overdue for my geography teacher. The next part becomes rather academic.

I'm swimming in a lake somewhere, and the water is very tolerable. Whether it's more like a pond or there's a castle in the distance, I do not know, but I keep thinking it's Elsinore, the Danish city on the extreme eastern big island where the Shakespearean play Hamlet is set.

Some time is needed to practice my recipe. I had made bread before, but this was something quite different.

I have to finish another assignment, I think for the same geography teacher, involving a sled or a toboggan, that would be tested on the snow. Yet the snow had all but melted, and the assignment was overdue. How was I to finish it, then?

It's morning, and I'm on a trail with some of my friends. We'd all be university-bound next year, and to my left we see this grassy knoll that has a barn-like house positioned on top. A horse-drawn carriage was nearby, and I get the feeling that I'd seen this place before, but cannot remember where. Maybe I had been there. From where the Sun was positioned, we were walking southwest. There were some people on or near the carriage in costumes, the woman wearing some kind of shroud over her head, the whole family looking agrarian and traditional.

"Mennonites", I said.

"Yes", one of my friends continued, but...

But what? We continued walking. Over to our right, we come across this forested ravine, that has a steep drop-off soil cliff face with some tree roots. One of us, I or a friend, tries to climb down, but seeing it was so steep and there were granitic rocks underneath, we give up. We continue walking.

We were on a university campus now. I didn't know they had these types of trails here; maybe we don't.

I had debated whether or not to include the names of specific towns or universities I dreamt about. After much thought, I'm deciding to mention these places by name, and will do so in most cases for journals of past dreams.

On our right, it was the University of Guelph campus. There were still some tree branches as we approached the clearning. But I knew that none of us would be going here this year in September.

Johnston Hall.

Some say it's the most well-known landmark. Yet the rock climb had been difficult, and sometime later or earlier, I'm doing an exam for one of my classes.

It's my philosophy teacher, and this time I'm struggling to do well in this second-semester class I'm taking. I had gotten 95% in the first class, but was struggling to maintain 83% in this one. Whatever it was, I knew I needed to do well on the exam.

The room was beige, the desks far apart, the lighting dim yet incandescent. It somehow reminded me of my old elementary school. What in the world was I doing here?

I wake up this time, and it's past 10 am. Time to get up; it was a weekend morning.

OK, I know I haven't posted in ages. Yet some powerful recollections have been contained in the past dreams, and many of them go back to February. When I only have figments of dreams, then maybe I'll post as many as five in one entry, which gives overall a clearer picture of whatever that may be.

The memories may be hazy, but the dreams provide a glimpse.

Dream; Semi-Lucid; Lucid; Memorable; 1-4 My Recollection;

I woke at 6am but slept till 11am.

1; Going back to sleep that long started the FA chain and it just kept going. "Oh I don't know I feel kinda dreamy," hand check, sure enough dreaming over and over. Don't remember what I actually got done in my lucid dreams, but it was at an enjoyed pace.

Dream Fragment - "Coming up on three hits of acid, anxious." Hmmmm.

Day one of the no fap challenge.... This is going to be just wonderful. >w< It's been about 26 or 27 hours since the last time and I can already tell things are going to get worse and worse, I almost gave into temptation once until I remembered.

Oh well, at least I've got Phantom Brave!

I had really vague dreams last night that consisted of people's voices and flashes of different scenes.

It seemed like I was thinking a lot about Game of thrones season finale and so this mixed with my ideas about fantasy and dark ages.

When this was tucked into my head while sleeping I was talking in my sleep/dream to a little girl who was chasing or wanting to find her "mummy" and she reminded me of Hermione Granger from some reason or at-least that was what I saw in a dream flash, Hermione Granger.

I then saw this little girl who was about 2-years-old or so in a little baby-blue bathing suit sitting near a pool edge smiling with a really big smile, it was like I was looking at a photograph of a child. She had really light blonde hair and had her hair in pigtails that where held together with pink ties. After seeing this picture I then started to hear the little girl again. It was like she wanted someone's attention or something.

I also had a short vivid dream where I was in a zoo/park but it was deserted and I was running away from some zombies. The weird part was the the zombies where below me like i was gliding in the air. I then got past the zoo/park and got to some national forest of some type and then said something like "Yeah, I'm lost." but then this guy who looked like Harry Potter (he looked like both the actor and my idea of what he looked like in the books) came from behind me like he had been following me and said something like "Isn't she a beauty." He didn't seem like he was asking about the beauty of the forest but more like he was claiming it to be. But then I remember the part in the book/movie when Hagrid was with Harry and his friends showing him Norbert when Hagrid says : Isn't he beautiful? Oh bless him, look, he knows his mummy! Hello, Norbert!

This is kind of Ironic because I was thinking about the dragons from game of thrones. Haha.

-WBTB WILD

Woke up from a non lucid dream after about 7 hours of sleep. Got comfy and fell into sleep paralysis after a while, then waited out the vibrations and opened my eyes to be lying on my bed. Immediately I did a nose plug RC and turned lucid. hovered down my hallway again to my living room where my mom was sitting on the couch. It was a nice sunny morning and I was flying around in my living room telling my mom that I was dreaming, and I knew I was dreaming. I cant remember exactly what she said back but she didnt care haha. So I told her I was going to go outside and fly around. I decided to fly up to my ceiling and kind of swim through the roof to get outside which I laughed at. Then I woke up

DJ Log: June 9, 2012 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I arrive at the location where I am scheduled to set up sound for an electronic music festival. There is a building on the right side and a field on the left side of the lane. There are a couple of RVs and several tents in the field. The building is quite large and it has several large roll-up doors. I stop my truck and trailer full of sound equipment in front of the building, then walk inside to find out where they would like me to park. I walk inside to see that there are several people already working on setting up lights and decorations for the stage.

I walk around the back of the stage and find the guy who hired me to set up and operate sound. He gives me a strange look, then says, “As it ends up, we're not going to use your sound system tonight. We will hold off and set yours up tomorrow.” I look at him and say, “That sucks.” He says, “I know, but I told this other guy he could have one day.” I ask, “Anyway, which door should I open so that I can pull my trailer in?” He points to the second door and says, “Pull it in along that side wall so you can plug your shore power directly into the main panel.”

I walk over to the door find the control box which has buttons labeled 'up', 'down', and 'stop'. I press the 'up' button and the door slowly raises, letting out some terrible squeaks on the way up. Once the door raises far enough, I press the 'stop' button and walk back to my truck. I drive inside and drop the trailer right next to the circuit panel, then park the truck outside. I pull out my shore power cable and find that the receptacle of a foreign type that my plug will not mate with. I drop the end of the cable and grumble to myself, “The stupid fucking outlet is never right. I'll fucking hot-wire it.”

I walk back toward the stage when as start a sound check. The highs are muddy and there is hardly any bass. There are a whole bunch of home-stereo type speakers scattered around everywhere. As I walk by, I see that one of them is being driven to its maximum cone excursion, but is hardly putting out any sound. The speaker cone looks like it is trying to jump out of the box.

I walk to the backstage area again and see that the guys are moving a bunch of tables from a back room. I look for a moment, then walk back to my trailer and go inside. The interior lights are on, so I turn them off and lay down on the couch and fall asleep. I suddenly wake up to a loud pop sound.

DJ Log: June 6, 2012 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking up a set of old rusty industrial metal stairs with a few other people. There are protestors lining the edges of the steps shouting at us as we walk. Some of them push at us while yelling. The stairway goes up about 8 steps to a small landing, then switches back in the other direction. This continues for quite a while as we push out way through the protestors. We reach the top of the stairs and swipe our security badges to open the door.

Outside, there is a narrow train bridge which follows tightly along a cliff side. The rails rest on wooden ties which are anchored to the cliff side with large metal I-beams. The bridge surface is open between the ties and there is barely enough space to walk alongside the tracks. Under the bridge is a very deep ravine with a river at the bottom. To the left is a maintenance yard with a storage shed, and to the right I can see that the bridge curves around the cliff side and vanishes from sight.

The group I am walking with splits up. A few of them walk toward the maintenance yard and I walk with a small group in the other direction to see what's around the bend. There are a couple of people walking back from that direction, but they will not reply when asked what is over there. As we walk, there are more people walking in the opposite direction. They just stare forward blankly as they walk. We walk around the bend and see a cave in the cliff side right next to the bridge. There is a guy sitting in a chair next to the entrance and we can hear people talking inside the cave. The guy looks at us and tells us that this is not the correct entrance. He points to the right and tells us to go back in the other direction.

We walk back toward the maintenance yard and find several people hanging out. I walk into the storage shed, then turn around when I heat an ATV running. There is a guy on a 4-wheeler, running around the yard then riding down onto the I-beams under the bridge. I walk up to the edge of the cliff and watch him ride down one of the beams, then the 4-wheeler slips off the beam and falls. The rider grabs onto the beam and pulls himself back up onto the bridge.

As we watch the 4-wheeler fall into the river, I see a body floating down the river. I look up and down the river and see that there are quite a few bodies floating on the water. I look at the other people and they are all staring at the river too. I look down again and suddenly wake up.

I battled with insomnia again last night, so I didn't take notes. The result is I can remember a few dream scenes, I just don't know if they all take place in the same dreams or different ones, lol.

Dream Fragment One: I'm flying with Kurasawa who has wings (that's a first, lol) It only lasts a few moments though because my husband and daughter came to bed and it woke me up. I felt like I was falling back into bed before I actually woke up though, and my heart was racing like a tiny fish flopping around in my chest. It was not a comfy awakening, and spurred the insomnia for the rest of the night.

Dream Two: My BFF and her husband come over (they live states away, so this should have been a big reality check) because they're having car trouble and I need my cars AC fixed. We decide we're going to a nearby mechanics shop to get our work done together. My kids don't want to go though, so dream me decide they can stay home alone if they're good (WTF?! They're 2 and 5, noooo way is that a good idea!) We get to the mechanic shop and run into trouble because my BFF is from a different state so they want her ID to accept her credit card, only she's forgotten it. I tell them not to worry about it, I'll cover all their repairs. She asks me if I need to move money over to cover the costs first, but I assure her I have enough in the bank and it's all good. Then I get a bad feeling about my kids, and realize it was really stupid of me to leave them alone! So I hope back in my car and drive home. At home, the kids are being great and are safe and sound. Then I see a commercial about learning to weave hammocks on tv and my husband says he didn't know hammocks were woven. The lady doing the commercial was an older lady in a big weird straw style hat with all kinds of ribbons and fake birds and random crap glued on top, lol.

Dream Fragment Three: I'm walking through down town of this little country town I live in. Apparently there's going to be some sort of biker rally or something and my BFF wants me to go. It seems more like a community event than something you'd associate with Biker Gangs or anything. It's like a bunch of dads and grandpas and mom and grandmas on bikes, not a bunch of violence hungry punks, lol. I'm carrying a green box with a packed lunch. Someone stops me and asks me what's in the box. I tell them it's my lunch. They inform me that there are concessions, and I thank them and tell them I didn't know that's why I packed a lunch. Then they get all uppity with me, "Well take that lunch back. You can buy our concessions." when I don't take it back to my car, he gets pushier, "What's wrong? Afraid we poisoned our food? Take the lunch back or get lost!" I tell him I'm supposed to meet someone here and I can't take the lunch back because I'm already running late. Then I hug the lunch box (which strangely looks like a lego variety box, lol) to my chest and start running. I see my BFF sitting on a set of steps next to a water fountain with a bunch of other girls. They're all in fairly immodest clothes (short skirts and tube tops and spaghetti straps) which is weird for my bff b/c she's such an old lady about how much skin is showing. We start talking, and I tell her about the guy who was trying to make me take my lunch back. She laughs and says not to worry about it, it's not a big deal, I can eat my packed lunch and the others will buy enough concessions to cover my share too. Then I realize I forgot my camera, and she offers to go back and get it with me.

Dream Fragment Four: My BFF and her husband, me and a male behind me (whom I am 99% positive just by the way he had an energy abut him and how that energy felt) was Kurasawa. My Bff and her husband went in first, then I was about to go through the door into the hotel room and my BFF's husband put his arm in the door frame blocking me. He said I couldn't come in, and called me a monster Then Kurasawa says that I'm tired, and I need to rest and recharge. My bff's husband refuses, and Kurasawa stops being nice, and just says we're coming in whether he likes it or not., the pushes through. My BFF's husband then says fine, but we're not allowed to sleep on the bed because he doesn't want monsters on the furniture he has to use. He says if I'm tired I can sleep outside on the balcony. Kurasawa balls his hands up into fists, and I think he might have been about to hit the guy, but I reach out and put my hand on his arm and tell him it's ok, we can leave and stay somewhere else. He goes from ready to fight to completely concerned in half a second, a total instant shift in attitude. He tried to tell me I need to rest, but I don't listen, instead I walk out the door and apologize for causing trouble.

Dream Fragment Five: I'm running downhill, following behind a cop and a guy on a bike. The cop is driving a car, and the guy on the bike is holding onto the police cruiser letting it pull him through the street. They're not going very fast, and something happens and the two have to stop, but I just keep running ahead. I see a bridge, and on this wooden bridge there is a rabbit hutch. There's a fluffy white mommy rabbit and a couple of bigger baby rabbits in the hutch, then there are some TINY bunny babies that have squeeze through the hutch's wires. One hops across the bridge and into a horse pasture below. I'm afraid the horses will trample it, so I jump into the pasture to rescue it. However, the painted horses below aren't happy with this, and start to attack me. (By painted horses, I mean the ones with white black and brown cow like spots!) The horses are rearing and kicking, and I'm not even sure how I was avoiding getting hit as I scrambled back to the fence against the bridge. The cop and guy on the bike have caught up with me now, and they reach through the fence and pull me up and over it to the bridge. I try to tell the cop he needs to rescue the baby bunny, but he doesn't care at all about baby bunnies. He tells me two other babies were trampled earlier and that he's already cited the rabbits owner with animal abuse for having an improper cage, but there's nothing else he can do and if I go back in that pasture I'll be trespassing on private property and he'll have to take me to jail.

These entries always turn out so much longer than I expect them too, lol. I feel like I don't remember much from my dreams at all compared to usual when I do it this way, but apparently I remember more than I realize.

09.06.2012

Watching a movie in the swim room (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I guess I was in a class of some sort, there were many others with me, we were watching a movie projected on a big screen that was in the middle of the swimming pool. We were in the swim room at my school. We sat on the benches on the side to watch. I was next to a girl I know named Justine, apparently, the movie was about some guy who really loved a girl but she did not like/love him back. The end was really sad, and it made me tell Justine that I liked her and I wanted to be with her, even though in real life I do not want to be. She ended up saying something like, "Uh... no... Sorry, but ew, no." Something like that anyways. She was disgusted, basically. She turned her head from me and I started to cry. I jumped into the swimming pool and swam across the screen over to the corner of the swimming pool. I sat in the corner and cried. Eventually I got out and sat in the corner of the pool there. All of the kids including Justine ran up to me. Justine now changed her mind and was apologizing and saying she would like to get with me. I was then happy. I told my girlfriend later if she saw me swim across the pool crying, she said no she did not see me, yet she was in the same room as me. Lolwut. But anyways, I also remember a bit more. I was in some kind of shopping mall, and there were military signups there. I was trying to get as far away as possible from the signups, something like that, lol.

NON-LUCID| LUCID

So, it appears that this 'progress' I've been making is much better than I though. Last night I had several vivid dreams, as well as 1 lucid, which was pretty long in comparison to my past attempts.

1) I was going camping with some scouts, and I don't think I knew any of them. A leader and I were walking through an airport-like place. It was very grey and dull, as airports are. There were no lights and any blinds were shut, so it was really dark. I think it was about 6pm. We walked around a barrier at the back of the room, then walked back round to the left and out through a door, straight outside. When we left, it was as if we'd just left the reception of a campsite in the New Forest that I used to go to a lot as a scout. However, the field that I saw in front of me looked like a local Memorial Park in my town. We were very tired, so we walked to the tree where I usually hang with my mates, dropped all our kit and chilled out. Others had already arrived but had left again, but there was one guy remaining who looked like a chubbier, spottier version of my friend James.E. He had been asleep and I accidentally woke him up as I slumped down on the floor. He exclaimed with a moan "uhhh, I'm still tired!" I was worried I had a forgotten my sleeping bag, and my mates (although I didn't know anyone going ) were supposed to supply me with a spare, but they weren't here and it was getting late. In addition, I didn't trust them as they weren't very reliable, and I started to worry that I'd have to sleep in an emergency blanket tonight. My leader, who looked like a purple-haired version of Napoleon Dynamite's grandma, was leaving and on her way to the left she told me not to worry, and that if it came to it there was a scout hut on our left which had sleeping bags, and she could always just go get me one. After all, it was nice and warm in there and it was cold where we were, therefore they wouldn't need them. She was very nice, despite her scary and grumpy appearance. After walking around in random directions for a short while, she walked away into the distance and the sun was setting beautifully.

2) I was in a small bedroom, on holiday with my Mum. The room was very cosy - it was very dark outside, and the lighting in the room was very warm and comforting. It was about 7pm, and the temperature was just right, I had a bed, and the room was generally very suitable for a teenager. I was using a computer, like one of the old 90's grey box computers with the massive monitor. I was looking at some facebook chat tabs that I had left up. Charlie. G had left me a message explaining that last night, he had smoked a whole bowl of weed to himself. I was chatting to Charlotte. Con, but it came across as actually being Megan. Ca's account being fraped by Charlie. The message read "Aw, can't you just play me at guitar hero instead?" Mum walked in through the d oor and asked me if she could take a photo of me. I got a little big angry, but I allowed her to take the picture anyway. However instead of taking the picture, she cautiously picked up my mobile phone where there was a picture showing of some curried potatoes. She said something like "ugh, let me guess - one of your stupid friends took a shit in a bag and you thought it'd be funny to take a picture?" I was very confused, and before I said anything she said "Oh, one last thing. I find out as much stuff as possible". At this point I groaned, as I knew she was probably about to tell me she knew I did something bad. I said something like "Cooooome ooooon" with a groan. She continued, "and I found out about your flashbacks!". She said this very dramatically with a wobble to her lip and an extreme quake in her voice before bursting into tears when saying "flashbacks". As soon as she burst into tears I did the same, screaming and wailing and trying to explain that I feel much better now and I'm no longer going mad. I was now sat on the bedroom floor curled up with my knees to my chin.

3)It was the day back at college, and Charlie.G, Chawner, myself and some others were sat on a 2 seated bench like the ones in primary school between the pond of my college and the college gym. It was quite cloudy and about 9am. I didn't know what my first lesson was and I was late, but Charlie informed me that he had Music Tech. This meant that I had it despite us being in different classes. I immediately rushed through the college's old science block to a classroom that I have never seen before. It was very big and very densely packed with students, and was in no way, shape or form a Music Tech class. There wasn't even any computers, it was purely made up of chairs and desks. I sat down next to someone near the front. I started to do something like turn my iPod off or text someone, and my teacher (who was like a strange version of my future philosophy teacher Ross) told me off and said that we do not do that in our class, so I stopped. When he finished talking and introducing the class, a girl to my left who was very fit and oddly dressed started talking to me. We introduced ourselves and then had a terribly feeble handshake - we practically stroked eachother! I thought this was good basis for some humour and confidently and jokingly suggested that it was a crap handshake and that we should redo it. She seemed to see that it was a joke but didn't get it. We did re-shake, but it was all very awkward. Her name was Georgia, but when she said this I thought she said Jordan.

Suddenly, we all burst into a big samba dance by our chairs, doing some funny dance moves, and I was kind of dancing with Georgia, making eye contact. We then all starting marching and dancing around the circular back of the room, and I was holding my green iPod nano firmly in my hand. At this point the room was the airport that I had been in when camping.

4) I wanted to buy some CDs from my friend Reece Hu. I was meant to meet him at 9:30pm at a harbour dock and then get picked up by my Mum at 9:35. I thought this would be a shame as Reece lives in Essex and I never see him, and I'd only see him for 5 minutes. However it'd prevent awkwardness. However, my phone died, and I kept forgetting that I had to meet Reece and get picked up. I have an image in my head of the dock - it was very dark and the moon shone bright, illuminating the clouds. It was windy and like a scene in a movie. I ended up going back to a house where I had dinner with my family. Everything seemed fine and happy with my family, until we finished eating. Everyone left the table and I walked into the kitchen, where my Dad was stood. He did the same thing that my Mum did in dream 2, where he suggested that he knew something bad that I had done. He questions me about how if I go to the moon, see a nose, or the number 8, I get a flashback. The second and third were true, but I don't know where the moon came from . As my Mum had previously mentioned this in dream 2, I started to realize this was a bit spoony. In real life I've been doing reality checks when something weird happens, so I plugged my nose and breathed...AND I COULD BREATHE. I WAS DREAMING

I was suddenly locked in a cuboid shaped hole in the corner of the kitchen wall. The first thing I wanted to do was get out, as it was restricting me making use of my lucidity. The bars that locked me in where typical prison cell silver cylindrical bars. I figured that I needed a saw. I'd never spawned an object before in a dream, so I just though "I WANT A SAW". It didn't appear, so I figured that I needed to really believe that it would appear. There was a small box in the corner of the hole and I reached into it and looked away. I thought, "I WILL find a saw". I moved my hand around until I found an object that felt relatively like the handle of a saw. I pulled it out of the box and it was a saw! I applied it to the bars and applied pressure and it carved a linear hole in the bars until they presumably snapped, but I didn't see this.

Next, I really wanted to listen to my iPod and experience my favourite songs in a lucid dream. However for some reason I simply couldn't get the chance. It was very dark outside and very light indoors, with a similar warm orange light that I saw in dream 2. I occasionally felt my lucidity slip away and this was my original issue with lucid dreaming. My original method was to try and touch lots of objects and understand my surroundings. However I forgot about this and figured if I did lots of reality checks it would work. First, I tried the breathing technique and it worked again. I next tried to count my fingers. I still had 5, but they were very distorted, and my thumbs had fingers I then tried to poke my right middle+index finger through my left palm, and it jolted reality, turning my vision black and creating static before coming back. This did indeed help me stay lucid! I went upstairs, and we were in Charlottes room, although it looked more like Leo's room. Although it was Charlottes room, it was like we were at her work place as there was a big pick'n'mix sweet section, although her place of work doesn't sell sweets. I was walking around pretty aimlessly, and to the right of me I saw a plate with about a half ounce of ground cannabis. I considered smoking some of it, but I know it gives me flashbacks so I though I shouldn't bother. Instead, I fancied taking some MDMA. I tried to use the same technique as I did with spawning the saw, but it didn't really work. I should have persevered really. I presumed that the MD was on my palm, and I through it back in my mouth, hoping that I had taken it. However, I didn't feel anything so I presume I didn't spawn it.

I was now in my spare-room with Marc.W and someone else. It was night time still, and we had the light on so it was quite cosy. We were listening to some hip-hop we were recommending each other. Marc then went on Dreamviews on the computer. He was moaning that his dreaming was going shit, so I told him that I had literally just been lucid. Suddenly I realized that I don't remember waking up after the dream or anything like that, and that I must be still dreaming. I did some reality checks, and sure enough I was!

I was back in Charlotte's room, chatting to people. Charlotte said that before we all left, should would nick some pick'n'mix for us to share. Some guy who looked like a cross between Blacky and Chris from Skins said something like "this is how you did it!" and got a large tuppaware cuboid tub, and filled it with about 4 inches of jazzle. He then filled an overflowing 4 inches with white mice and just walked out with them.

I called Reece to apologize for not talking and asked him what had happened since I had been gone. He told me that he waited until 10pm for me before realizing I wasn't turning up and left. I felt so bad, but we decided to organize another date. I then called Sarah and Katherine about something, but I can't remember what. I remember picturing them in their house doing something.

5) I was outside of a gig or a party. The venue was very posh and looked like it was a villa in spain or something. I had gone out for a fag. It was cloudy but about 8pm and it was still fairly light.

6) I was at the memorial park again with Chawner, Charlie and some others. It was very sunny and warm, but I can't remember the time. We weren't sat in our normal place of the tree, but more near the bird cages. Charlie was rolling a very large joint. At this moment, Bryn turned up and asked what we were doing. We said we were rolling a joint, and he said "ahh give us some!". Charlie said only if he could chip in weed, which made me happy as bryn always scrounges off of us. Bryn muttered something under his breath and fumbled in his wallet.

7) I was sat down in a small hall with my fellow ex-year 11 secondary school students at some sort of belated leavers party or reunion. We had made Mrs. Brown really angry. However it was a strange type of anger - I described it as 'seductive anger' Suddenly out of rage, she ripped off all of her clothes showing only her white underwear. She then leaned over me sexily and got extremely angry with me. She did this to each student, and it sent us into some sort of trip. I experienced a very intense trip like the effects of DMT, being zoned away out of this dimension into a weird dimension which was the definition of seduction. She was on a new level of hotness, which is odd as she isn't exactly reaaally fit - she's about 50. It made me incredibly horny and confused as I almost climaxed, but I didn't quite get there. Charlie claimed that he saw her fully naked, which I was very jealous of.

8) The world was in some sort of abstract apocalyptic state. It was kind of like my old space nightmares when I was younger. I was viewing the galaxy like on Super Mario Galaxy. In front of me I could see another pink planet, and I was stood on a purple one with my dad. Colleen, my sister, was stood on the pink one ahead of us. I really wanted her to catapult her planet into mine for some reason, but she wouldn't. However eventually, through a series of complex reflections, her planet collided with ours. I told Dad to look but he wasn't too interested. It went very wrong. Something happened, and someone who wanted to take over the world killed billions of people on Earth, and there was only a select few left, including me. These select few (probably in the thousands) only had selective vocabulary left (i remember the world hobbit), and it was a representation of a dystopian world.

Okay... Two dreams I think, kind of confused on the order of things. My friend and I are being driven to Wisconsin by his Mom, and two of my teeth hurting. They look like they're rotting (random third persons in dreams are always fun) and we start driving to some house now, but the surroundings look kind of like a California Suburb. So I get off, and there's some guy who may have been Charlie Sheen on his driveway skateboarding. For some reason, in my mind I thought, wow, those skateboards are probably too thin for my feet. When I looked back, there were several unrealistically thin skateboards sitting there. I saw "Charlie Sheen" do a mediocre Ollie, and we went in. We walk in, and Charlie started using magic. I get scared for some reason and we get back in the car. Charlie looks really evil. This dream is hilariously stupid.