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I'm at my house in my dads lounge room. I see Christmas tree's with decoration on them, that fill the room. Eddy I is with me, and I tell him this is year round, as I look towards the tree.

I'm at my primary school. I see a big tracker or grater. It's going up and down quite aggressively, pushing dirt. It's quite close to me and I hear my Dad say that he better be careful. I see the grater full down a ditch, on it's side. It's leaning on what I think is my house, but it's a class room. I walk over to the grater to have a closer look.

I'm now near the brick wall where we used to play cricket, where I see the grater. Myself and Dad see the man come out of his grater. He looks young, tall and fat. Dad starts to raise his voice towards the man, and I step in and try and settle him down. Dad asks the driver about the cartons. The driver says that pictures can be submitted to the milk companies, and they put the photo on the milk carton. The driver explains something about a killer being on the carton. I ask him can you put any pictures on there? like a dick? He says no. but you can put a girl with her fingers in her vagina. The driver is now making a sandwich. I see all types of ingredient and see him spread some onion cream on them. He has made them for us before we leave.

I'm now with my Dad, in a shopping center. We are walking with our sandwiches in hand. I take a bite, and it tastes good.

I read, with concern this article about the function of sleep as a probable brain-flushing procedure. Even though this doesn’t necessarily mean anything in terms of dream attempts, it is a cause of deep concern to me because, at my age, I cannot afford to take the risk

It’s been hard climbing out of my warm bed every night but it’s been fascinating…and a lot of fun. With what I now know I will still occasionally try for lucidity but I’m not prepared any longer to try this on a regular basis.

My apologies to you Joanna B but this has really impacted on my will to do this any longer so I suspect that there would have been dismal results from me anyway. All the best to you all and many thanks for the advice and support you have all provided
Kind regards
LukeSid

http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...read-15-a.html

Morning of October 20, 2013. Sunday.



I am in a mostly empty room which seems to be a store of some kind, possibly one that only sells hats, because I am thinking of a talking-animals story I did as an educational task a few years ago (for second or third-grade level) - not sure as I have been extensively through tens of thousands of stories at various grade levels, or perhaps it was related to only a reading session for a younger son. Now that I think about it a bit more, it (the real-life children’s story) might have only been mostly an umbrella store. At any rate, my dream presents the store as empty and I am somewhat concerned or rather puzzled.

“About hats?” I sort of speak aloud to an empty hat-rack near the main public entrance which has a sort of Art Deco appearance. “About hats?” echoes a voice behind the apparent counter and room-focus of the store. I see my shadow and realize, as I swing my arms, it was only a “real” echo and no one else is there, apparently. People are walking by the windows of the store as if in an informal parade. I wonder where my hat is. Of course I am wearing one, but it seems illogical to be wearing a hat in an empty hat shop.

“You’re missing the end of the world,” someone cheerfully calls through the partly open door from outside after dinging a small copper bell when he opens it.

“I can’t find my hat,” I affirm, even though I know I am wearing one. An entire series of dreams sort of comes back to me from when I was three years of age. Many of my dreams I had during one time period at age three involved people walking along the side of the road carrying heavy (wicker?) baskets and in some cases, carts or “primitive” wheelbarrows, as well as a small horse and carriage. The fruit and vegetables they had gathered were bright and colorful (some also had several rabbits from a hunt or collections of fish) and it seemed that even though they had little money, the experience of simple day to day gardening or farming or hunting made them as fully aware and as enriched as possible. I marveled at their friendliness. I am not sure what my place was. I had been walking about outside, and from a child’s perspective I almost felt at home, even though they were “not my people”. When I look back, I get the impression of somewhere in Eastern Europe, perhaps Croatia(?) However, it also seemed to be a different time period, perhaps the 1920s or earlier. This dream within a dream comes back to where I am.

I peek through another door in the back of the shop and it is a small library or possibly an area that sells second-hand books. There are books of various colors of binding, but many of red and blue. A girl (unknown) seems to be confused on what book she is holding as well as looking at other areas on the shelf. “This library is wrong,” she says in a matter-of-fact way. I look at a page from a book and see that all of the letters are symmetrical mirror images from their end width and cut off at where the middle would be. For example, an “A” looks like a “V” with a short horizontal line on each side, a capital “H” looks like a lowercase “t” and so on.

I place my left hand on the large mahogany bookshelf and at first it seems to quickly grow ice everywhere along every row, all around the entire room. It makes a very pleasing, blissful “tinkling” sound, like coins falling on a soft metallic or perhaps glass surface and spinning or rolling very gently. However, the books seem to shift somehow, a sort of a wavy impression in the eyes.

“It reads well,” she nods. “Thank you. I wanted to enjoy a book while the humans are celebrating the end of the world yet again. There are so many there. Some of them never leave…they are all LEMMINGS,” she whispers loudly, her eyes creating a vibrating “ripple of the surface of a pond” effect. All light, too bright to see, then normal.

“What is your name?”

“Hattie…”

“Oh that’s real funny,” I say cheerfully (relating to the play on “hat”). “…real funny,” echoes the shadow from the front room of the shop. (Perhaps unintended or unrelated by my dream’s character, but “Blackwater Hattie” - also written as “Haddie” is the name of a witch from one of my favorite songs, Jim Stafford’s “Swamp Witch”, from my youth - with a fantastic message - one of the best I had ever heard - about mainstream ignorance and hypocrisy.)

http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/j...amp_witch.html

Dream Fragment

I was on A Grassy Knoll

3 laying unconscious Werewolfs

1 st lucid
I was in a cave and walking on the water, understood that its a dream, made RC. Draw a portal on the ground and wrote RACE on it. Made a step and soon found myself in a big covered stadium. On the other side teams played football and in the middle there were many tables. I found six DC s near me, explained them that i need them for one cicle race, put them on one line. And began to think where can i get seventh one, and my alarm for DJ awoke me.

I wrote dreams and fall asleep again thinking about stadium.

2nd lucid

I was walking in the stadium and in a minute understood that its a dream, made RC. I up my hand and said : all DCs!!! Come here!!! 8 DCs came to me. Perfect! I put them in one line and said START! They ran so fast that i could hardly saw there backs in a few seconds. It was so difficult for me to run. I thought about flying or super speed and awoke.

In order to understand this dream, you must understand one thing about my past. I have had 2 people I could remotely call girlfriends in my life, one of them when I was 15, another one when I was 17, I am now 22 and married with child to the second one. This dream is in a different dimension where the first and second are switched. Weird for me.

I am on a vacation with my family. It seems like I am not married since I have to spend the majority of my time messaging her on my laptop. My real wife is with us for some reason, but there is some sort of tension between us each time we see her. I think that it might have been a coincidence that we were at the same resort. I am telling my girlfriend how to get there so that she can meet up with us. When all is there, we are in a mountainous region similar to Utah in the spring. After she gets there (I think a dream or two later), we all sit around and are talking to the man that owns the place. I know from previous dreams that he worships Set. He wanted to sacrifice 2 people to him through fire coming from the ceiling. He realized that I knew and didn't invite me when he was doing the ceremony. I found out where it was and started knocking on the glass door. It was locked and no one could hear me, so I ran at it and threw my shoulder into it. As soon as I did I hear a gunshot and the fire from the ceiling comes down onto two of the chairs in the circle. Everyone had gotten up and no one died, but the owner had pulled out a gun and shot me right through my right hip
Why doesn't it hurt? It normally hurts to get shot. Oh! I only get shot in dreams, that is what is happening here.
I stand up, stabilize, RC, and look at my wound. I raise the pain in it and try to make it more real. It does, I then take the wound away completely and I look at the guy that shot me. He shoots me again and runs off, this time the bullet does no damage. I want to check out the whole world that I am in. GF seems excited to be alive and tells me to give her a kiss before I leave. I know now that something isn't right about the set up, but I don't want to mess up the world since it seems so ordered and I might want to come back. I go over and kiss her on the cheek. I don't know if you have ever kissed a babies cheek when you don't realize they slobbered all over it. When I kissed her cheek it was covered and nasty, I backed up and noticed that she had it all over her face as well, I asked her what it was and she said that it was some lotion that my brother in law had given her that she had put on and it didn't seem to absorb, it just stayed. I walked down to the mountains and lost lucidity a little while later.

10/19/13*

Many dreams and fragments tonight. Slept in and perhaps the day journal also helping.
Go to bed too late, 1 a.m. Wake up approximately 3 a.m. Probably too early but do some SSILD cycles. Remember a dream about dream control someone is teaching it online. Another dream fragment something about nobody wants to look at homes in B when they can just look at the homes in A. Something about the former has some areas that are not as nice where is the latter is pretty much all nice. Wake up at 6 a.m. do proper WBTB and try the cycles again. Some of these dreams are before 6 a.m. And some of them are after 6 a.m. Fragment no one wants to play on this field or they are the tennis courts? because the lighting is too low. Walking away from the courts and it is night time. There seems to be apartments or some other buildings around.
Something after some kind of gathering with people from the office. I say hey D good to see you as always they have some leftover cupcakes and it looks like something was in the middle of each of them but its gone now maybe like a candle or some kind of
decoration and there does seem to be some wax that burned off from the candle onto the cupcake but the cupcake taste delicious(unfortunately not lucid here).
There is some kind of gathering at a house and there's a group of people sitting around a table including me and it seems mostly women but when I think that I look over to see at least one other guy sitting around the table. One of the women is either A from my recreational sports team or just reminds me of her. We had a game last night. After chatting for a while I say well I better get going and the person to my right gets up so that I can get out I'm kind of at the far end of the table farthest from the the exit from the table because it is backed into a corner. Someone on my left mentions I could have let you out this way and I said no that's okay if I went that way three of you would have to get up where is this way only one person has to get up to let me out. I say well thanks for having us over but then I realize I'm not talking to the homeowner here just some of the visitors and as I head towards the exit I wonder if I should look for the
homeowner or sneak out. As I'm approaching the front door I see some other guests in a living room area and then the homeowner comes out and it looks like the guy I see walking his dog in our neighborhood and who used to work at the same place I did. I say to him thank you for having us over and he seems to nod his head in agreement I don't remember him saying anything specific until I'm starting to go out to a sliding door. At this point there are three Bulldogs two smaller ones and one bigger one and he's trying to open the sliding door in a way that I can get out but the dogs do not get out. I attempt to help him by stepping over the biggest dog and keeping my foot in the way as I go out the door. The biggest dog is barking but more excitement he doesn't try to bite me or anything. The homeowner did kind of jump like he was worried that the dog was going to bite me. As I go out the door the bigger dog is putting his foot and claw through some part of
the door and homeowner says oh I need to remove that last claw so he can't do that when he says that I look back and he has a silver piece where the back claw would be kind of like someone might have a silver tooth and I notice it. I see the dog examining it as I walk away. I think it's strange but it doesn't seem to make me lucid.
I'm walking down a street and there are two women in front of me maybe early twenties. I can hear one of them tell the other one I know I look cute. They enter the building probably an apartment building what flat and I can see them walking up the stairs. Continue on and next to the left of it there's a big open window with all kinds of art interesting art and its up on the 2nd or 3rd floor...someone's home. I see two other women coming my way and I don't want them to think I was just checking out those two women that went into the apartment so I pretend to stop and admire the art and then really start to admire it forget all about the women. Some of the art looks like stuff I may have seen in waking life somewhere but I'm not sure. Now all of the sudden it is like that homeowner is selling a bunch of stuff on the street out front. Someone mentions how he has a piece called Marilyn in Paris or something like that and seems to be Marilyn Monroe. Before
I get a chance to go check it out someone has it in her hand as they walk around looking at the other stuff . Too late for that one. I'm looking over miscellaneous stuff on the table and it seems to be a series of DVDs on the table that seems to be some kind of racy artsy movies they are all in black boxes with plain riding no pictures and the total includes the word mind. Also there was some nice older paintings that look like originals and it seemed like he wasn't selling anything for too much money.
Some fragments about a strike and alternatives .
Me and J from my recreational sports team are in the downtown area. It seems like where in the city north west of where I live. I'm not sure why would be hanging out with him. He's the one teammate I do not get along with very well. We are leaving someplace and heading down the main road by the water when I say over should go back to where we came in to make a right up the hill and then another right up the hill and then all the sudden we are walking and making our way through the city scape . At one point we have to jump down of a Ledge down to a landing below and when I drop down there such an away and I seem to be able to grab it and move it as I'm landing. We continue weaving in and out of some alleys.
I am in a kitchen that is probably supposed to be some mix between my sister in laws house and my mother in laws old house. My brother in law and his brother are sitting in the eat in kitchen area and I and my sister in law are in the kitchen. There's a little divide where you can't see directly from the you didn't catch in area into all parts of the kitchen and were tucked away a little out of you of those people in the eat in kitchen area. For some reason I say to my sister in law you know you want some of this. And she or I says well do you want to go in the bathroom. It seems like the suggestion is she's going to give me a blow job. Very odd! She's not even attractive anymore. She used to be somewhat.
I am sleeping in today and I get up maybe around 9am after 8 hours of sleep go to the bathroom walk around a little bit have a quick snack and then lay back down and do the cycles once more. It seems like I have a little trouble getting back to sleep but eventually I start to get the vibrations and I enter a dream lucid. I'm looking into a window I think I am and floating because it seems to be an upper floor and I am outside and there is a woman in a flowing white gown more like a night gown than a dress but it's fully covering her. She looks somewhat ghostly but I do not take her as a ghost and I do not see her as a sexual mate but rather I want to get closer to her for some reason.Unfortunately this is when my wife tolls over and says hey do you want to go to the farmers market? This was definitely in waking life because when I eventually got up, sure enough that is where we were heading even though we have not discussed it the day before. Because her
timing is sometimes so terrible waking me from a lucid dream I sometimes question whether or not it could have been a false awakening but this one I'm quite sure was for real. I even asked her in that moment if I was moving or something why did she wake me if I look fast asleep and she said no I wasn't moving. I asked her to please just let me sleep until I roll over or something. She doesn't really understand lucid dreaming aspect and doesn't really like me focusing on dreams except when I tell her of the seven or so dreams I've had with her father who has passed on. Somewhere during this late morning sleep in period I was able to see in my room even though I had the sleep mask on and I realized that I'm dreaming because I could still see despite the sleep mask but I think I woke myself up trying to sense if the sleep mask was still in position over my eyes and sure enough it was unfortunately I was awake by then. For my lucid dreaming count on TV I
only feel comfortable counting one tonight even though there were two events both of them too short. Not sure how to count it for the competition.