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i wandered into some bathroom where all sorts of weird figures were doing stuff and i realized by looking at the mirror that it was a dream . ilooked to the door to some girlboy walking out and i said fuck you for no reason.

then i looked in the mirror and tried to stabalize the dream by repeating to myself this is a lucid dream. i rubbed my hands and tried to see them but it faded fast.

Two fragments... it's all I got for today.

First, I was at a mall and then the mall's parking lot. It was also a sort of supermarket.

The second, I was at uni.

In both of those, I was either running or hiding. I'm pretty sure I was a vampire on the first one. I was strong and fast, but I didn't want people to know and there were stronger and faster vampires looking for me.

I wish I could remember more. I woke up from both dreams feeling like I had lived a very cool adventure.

3rd person, Julia's fighting something from a distance and thinking that at this rate she'll run out of supplies. She's thinking about trying to start a dialogue.

Loosely FMA-based: I/Mustang am skimming a file Julia/Hawkeye wrote, something private or at least not intended for me to read. The text's very small and I don't bother reading it in detail, but it has to do with problems she saw in the military. There's photos with it, mostly pictures of us and someone else who'd joined up with us when we were younger; the last picture is of our whole unit on a train, out of uniform. Unlike the text, they're all positive images.

On that train, when that last photo was taken. I'm waking up and realizing me and Winry fell asleep sitting up, she's wound up leaning against me, the table in front of us is covered in papers, diagrams, there's a bowl of something next to me that's gone cold. Switches to 3rd person, showing us and the rest of the unit, some other people who've been working with us, and Julia/Hawkeye sitting a little apart. She's looking around at all of us and feeling fond but conflicted: she's always had to stay a little aloof, because she can't let us find out she's working against us.

I've decided from now on I will title all of my dreams. I won't color code yet since I haven't really expanded in that in the dream world yet and I am still working on becoming lucid more often than rarely

Discarded Arena

I was in some sort of arena that looked as though it was revamped but just for this dream. It was similar to a circus arena except instead of there being a large circular opening in the middle with seating all the way up the sides there was a circular middle still, but seating around the circle, like at a camp ground near a camp fire or something. With short notice I knew what was happening and to my surprise there was supposed to be some battle between people and their superhero appearance. This one guy had was dressed up in all blue and people were cheering at him, I thought he was kind of lame looking. He then called over to me and told me he would give me one free game. I suddenly agreed to this and asked him, "wait, what kind of game?" We were aside the arena when he told me they were vintage video games from the 90's. All of them looked to be nintendo 64 games because of the way the cartridges looked except the game titles themselves were exclusive to the nintendo, the first console. The titles included super mario brothers 3, and the other ones were ones I never heard of before that included super mario brothers return of castle crashers and some included beast taming and such. I of course choose to pick the ones I never heard of before, but then get distracted by a conversation of glowing appearance to the side of me. The all of the sudden its like I'm in elementary school again. I'm running with people I used to recognize from elementary school from real life out of the arena (we ran like we did to lunch XD). I asked what was happening but somebody finally said they were closing "it", it which would be the arena. It seemed as if the place was never real to begin with and I start thinking about my fake journey through dreams which is actually me trying to remember from waking life that I wanted to have a journey lucid dreaming but I failed, yet again. While I am thinking, I am running in slow motion towards this iron gate still. It seemed as if though I was running for the life of me but getting no where with all the effort I was putting into my running. The gated area reminded me of the entrance and exit of a amusement park. It wasn't amusing to me at all though and reminded me of prison. I was then thinking I hope the fence doesn't close yet, then it did, right after the last person escaped. I never once thought "Maybe I closed the gate?" since it was on command to my thoughts. Nope, instead I decided to climb the gate and escape. END

Ritual Coffee Shop

The next dream I had just bought a coffee shop and had some co-workers or dream friends to work at this coffee shop for me. I was unloading some very strange Halloween decorations from the trunk which included a couple of giant eyes pasted to a candle stick holder, a pumkin head, and some other strange things. I was on my way to decorating this coffee shop when it was then revealed to me why the coffee shop was even for sell in the first place. In a movie sequence I was shown that there was some sort of wiccan ceremony held in the coffee shop and that whatever they cast through the ritual meeting killed them. Then I was back near the trunk of the car where a dream character friend was explaining to me this scenario. I told the friend of mine that they were just fooling around with spooky ideas and that it was very creative but very unlikely to have actually happened. I then unloaded to decorations, start walking to the coffee shop when all of the sudden the dream starts playing Halloween like music and ENDS.

00:00 Mon 2013-10-21
01:14 bedtime, temp 17C -- 1 hour behind schedule, but I wanted to finish "Matrix Reloaded"
03:02
F1) Trying to make a destination by a certain time, ahead of others: a man and a woman, large open outdoor field. Our paths intersect, we come together, they edge ahead of me.
06:23
1) I'm standing in a hallway in a multi-level structure like a big ship. I'm talking to someone above me through the ceiling. Then someone else up through another stairway/hole in the ceiling asks about whether it's safe. I say "There's no way a return value from a toilet can harm you unless you apply the value to your body."

F2) Instrument (B). Written instructions on how to modify the instrument, how to pound the high D key into the wood in order to stabilize playing the high E.

2) standing with people in an outdoor kitchen at a tall counter. There are jars of condiments on the counter. Playing with people, singing some tunes. I hit a note very high for me with full opera quality that gets everybody's attention. It's beautiful. A conductor comes up and says, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Everybody, let's start playing this opera! He starts getting ready to conduct the opera. I'm scrambling around looking for my music. The conductor is a short and swarthy man. He's conducting and I'm looking for my notes in his pile of music and other places. I find a few excerpts but not the full notes.

F3) arriving home with a woman. I say "hey, you should give me a quick welcome home kiss." After a quick kiss then I say "that's not good enough." Then she (short-haired redhead, DS) gives me a deeper kiss with rough tongue action which is not pleasant. Then she says I'm not giving enough. (WL, Matrix Reloaded kiss scene).

3) I'm searching for a composer, who lives in an odd house, which is like small chunks of living space down a multi-level spiraling scaffolding. I start at the top very high and descend down the levels, jumping down level to level. He's talking about the piece that he's created. It's a performance piece about a man who moves on the ground like a snake, inches around. The guy is really proud of the special effect he's created, where the man moves without any visible physical means: crawling along the floor, very slowly at first, you can barely see he's moving, then he crawls faster and faster. There are a bunch of people standing in the room, and someone says "for the first time in history, people will move across a room without any visible means of movement."

06:31 MILD using these scenes. 14C temp, air matress plug popped, have to replace with another for now, looks like I'm getting a WBTB after all.
06:56 BTB
08:33
4) Driving a car at high speed through underground maze, like a huge sewer tunnel but clean and lined with huge white tiles and well-lit. Rectangular cross section. I'm driving at extremely high speed, jumping off ramps and floating through the air. I imagine that I have previously walked through this maze before. I'm avoiding people in this maze, I need to get through a gate (DS), I can't get through the gate, there is a women helping me. There are various kinds of access cards in all kinds of languages and all kinds of currency, including alien currency. We go through all kinds of cards and all kinds of thoughts but we can't open the gate. She finally looks in her purse and finds one more card, she puts it in the reader and the gate opens. We quickly turn the card reader over and read its display so we can see what kind of reader it is and how much currency is left on it. I read "FLM" or "FLAM" on the display but there is no indication of a balance. She says "there's no balance shown." We keep going.

09:35 voice recorder malfunction! 4.5 minutes of recall detail lost! SH!T! There's got to be at least several dreams in there with good detail. What a bummer. Good reason to transcribe right after getting up! From memory:

F4) Going into a room, like a dorm room, there are lots of people around. Insdie a room, at first I think there's room only for one person. The bed is to the back in a small alcove with a low roof where the bed is. I see another bed and think "ah ok this is a two-person room". The beds are on the ground. I think this used to be my room. Visiting friends at college?

10:17
5) Big strong police woman stopping people with improper packages on their cars. Guy says he can't get his window open, so she comes and lifts the entire door off with her hands. I'm driving on the driver's side, she takes off the front passenger door. She is wearing a tank top, and I see as she's flexing with arms spread out to the sides. She's muscular and I see black stubble in her armpits. I say (to a friend outside?) "damn, look at her she's BUFF! She works out! She's buff!". She throws the door down. She lets us go. Her attention turns to another motorist, whom she stops. Some woman with presents and boxes strapped to the outside of her car, around the windshield and hood, on both sides of the car. They're coming undone and she's trying to tie them back on. I think "O man she's going to get it, that cop does NOT LIKE packages strapped to the outside of cars!"

6) Rocket engine fireworks. Instead of fireworks it's a giant collection of rocket ships. I see the rocket take off with an fiery strong intense/bright yellow/orange flame out the bottom. It flies slowly up for a while, then turns down and faces towards the ground. The crowd gasps: "AAAAAaaa!". I remove myself from the immediate view area for safety behind a roof/house, and I'm moving around / peering around to fully see the flight of the rocket. Then it turns up again and separates into all of its different 4-5 smaller rocket pieces. They swoops up, down, and all around. Then they rejoin into a single rocket and goes up, up, up. Then up and down, at one point it leaves a trail of bright yellow pinpoint dots behind it as a finale, then it disappears and the show's over.

10:24 get up temp 16C, window cracked 1 inch, new heater next to bed, first setting, dial at 3 oclock (75%), good sleeping conditions, small window in kitchen cracked 1 inch open. could sleep more but time to get up. white cotton socks, 3 blankets on top of comforter.

Night of October 21, 2013. Monday.



There are two sections of my dream that seem directly connected, yet are also highly incongruous from one event to the next - and the level of vividness and awareness changes to near-lucidity. Firstly, there seems to be a large, valuable, mostly green frog statue (part of an old water fountain?) of about half the size of a person and in an upright position. I believe it is near the kitchen entrance on a chest-of-drawers. Somehow it falls over (my fault? unsure) and is lying on the floor. I first think it is undamaged, but notice more and more sections, as I lift it up from having been face-down on the floor, where a larger, thinner piece was chipped off, each of which I pick up and align back on the statue (having turned it over on its back). The areas from where the pieces were chipped off are white and somewhat powdery, similar to how certain cheap, already damaged knickknacks look in bargain retail stores. However, if I set the statue upright again, the pieces, although all aligned, would likely not stay on, so I think of using some sort of glue that I see nearby, the container about the size of a milk bottle…

Scene shift to…the bottle of “glue” turns out to be body-paint. I am part of a scenario that seems to be when my wife and I were much younger, possibly a few years before we met, although we are both at my sister’s house in Wisconsin. Her unearthly beauty radiates as she uses the paint to cover her face and entire body in a “poetic” ritual-like way. The paint shines on her in a glossy bluish-black as she walks around (unclothed) in various rooms, but primarily the kitchen. There is also the awareness that it is actually the future, where it is a trend (especially with older teenagers) to use body-paint at social venues, including this shiny black, purple, and an unusual sort of very dark coppery tone. She is almost like a tulpa template, but without the glow from the inside going out, rather a silvery sheen on the outside of her skin at times.

In the next scene, I am on the porch - but it is not clear what porch this was - as it almost seems like the one of someone I knew years ago - but could also be at the same (sister’s) house as the previous events. It also feels like our last address somewhat. Using logic, it mostly seems like a composite of our last home’s porch and a sister’s due to the (unknown) man in my dream walking from around the right side, outside, which would have been our driveway in real life, or, relating to my sister’s house, a sidewalk going to the upstairs entrance at the side.

The young blonde man of about twenty seems to be a backpacker, possibly from the Netherlands (this is possibly an altered replay of a real-life event when, thanks to a sign the council put up on our fence prior to our moving, various people thought the house was vacant - even throwing rocks at the windows - the police, as usual, showing a cheerful total disinterest - and a pair of Netherlands backpackers were even planning on climbing over the fence and trying to find a way in). I think he is walking to the front of the house due to the other person not being home (which would seem to be an unknown person or persons living upstairs - the “upstairs” only existing at my sister’s house and not ours in Australia - even though it feels a little more like our last address in this part of my dream). He stops just outside the front door of the porch, but is able to reach through the porch windows (in real life, we had jalousie windows around the porch and this would have been very difficult, and impossible with the large cardboard box he had).

I am caught up in a role of mistaken identification but showing total patience (recurring). He hands me a large cardboard box which he received in the mail, saying that the diorama had been “revoked” for some reason as if I am supposed to easily solve his problem somehow. I have no idea what the issue is, but play along. I am not sure if I am supposed to give him his money back, replace it with a different one, or just take it and perhaps give it to someone else. I am also not sure of why it was “revoked”. Perhaps it is not an authentic model or something, or not an authentic portrayal, historically. Perhaps he even entered it in a contest and was blackballed from entering anymore contests. When he hands me the box, he moves his hand away from under one corner, and, not knowing a flap was missing at the bottom, I take the box and some of the contents fall all over the floor through the bottom - this being several miniature soldiers and some other items. Looking down into the box, I see that about fifty percent of the diorama is glued into place, including other toy soldiers still in position.

I apologize to him and pick up all the small pieces and figures (of which there are at least ten or so) to put them back onto the platform of the model, which is a battle scene (a “skirmish”) with a few tanks and soldiers and other features. My mistaken role causes no concern or anger on my part. I look closely at the platform of the model and see what looks like a very small order form or record table with the word “Google” on it, as well as the word “revoked” appearing a few times in red. I am still not sure what the whole thing means even as I wake - and just as I wake, I feel a bit sad at not being able to resolve his issue (recurring) even though I was not the person he was looking for - and even knowing it was a dream.

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Had much shorter dreams than the night before but oh well.

Dream 1: I saw my sister with nail polish on and I asked her who she did it with she said Molly M. (not gonna give the full name on here) I went downstairs and started watching a movie with two friends, one of them was a fwb I had about a year ago, the other was just some random guy I barely know. As we were watching the movie she kept like slightly moving her legs and gesturing over towards my room like she wanted to f***, but didn't want the other guy to notice. So I got up and started walking to my room and she followed. I walked in my bathroom on the way and my shower and toilet were like full of nail polish shit. She was like oh me and Molly were doing nail polish. I asked her Molly H? she said no Molly M. (except in real life it was their full last names) So I tried to avoid the nail polish stuff while peeing in the toilet but i just covered everything with piss lol. I think the dream ended there

Dream 2: I was in a long car drive with my Dad and my Grandpa. There were a bunch of TV's in the car and I was flipping through channels, there was this one Resident Evil movie that only appears in my dreams. Me and my grandpa tried to find something interesting but there was nothing. Then my dad asks if we can just listen to the game on the radio. I ask him if its just on tv so we can hear it and see it and says no cause they only hold the rights to play it on the radio or something. Next thing I know we are stopping and getting out of the car. Theres this parking lot and kangaroos are walking around. Everyone lets them walk by and even walk up close to them but I stay away because I know they can punch the crap out of somebody. Pretty soon everyones trying to hide behind each other and the kangaroos are kind of walking towards us as we back up and we all just get in the cars and leave. It starts raining and I noticed my sister hasn't gotten in the car yet. So me and my brother are in one car and I drive out a bit before I realize everyone left her there. So I'm driving around there in the rain looking for her when the dream ends.

Third-person Missed opportunity

Fat Darth Vader
I'm watching people in a huge space. The floor and walls are a shiny black material laced with silver stripes, rather reminiscent of the Grid in Tron. Something comes up about a "fat Darth Vader," that he may not look very graceful, but he's still very dangerous.

Now I see him. He's got a huge beer gut and looks like he's wearing an off-the-shelf costume. Oddly, the cape has a hint of purple to it. Now, a young Obi-Wan is there. He looks in his late teens, and he has bright red hair. He cheekily tries to rile up Vader: "Can you knock me down?" Vader uses the force to cause Obi-Wan pain. The ground flashes to bright white, and Obi-wan drops to the ground and gasps out "Good enough." Obi-wan does a terrible wall jump, then asks if Vader can do it. He jumps and swings his blade under his feet.

Now, instead of watching live action, I'm watching badly drawn animation. Anything Obi-wan's red beard/hair touches starts to smolder, and somehow he keeps getting close enough to Vader and his guards to keep singeing them.


Iron Man fail
A very limited Iron Man suit, not designed for actual use, is on display at an arena. Stark ends up using it anyway. Its battery only has six charges, and they run out when he' s sixty thousand feet in the air. As he's falling to his death, he comes up with some way to use the fall to get just enough charge to save himself at the last moment. After he's safe, he does something else completely recklesss, runs out of power again at nine hundred thousand feet, and manages once again to get to safety. Now he has a cold from the crazy altitude/pressure shifts in a poorly sealed suit.


School bus
My wife is driving a school bus, and I'm the passenger seat(?). She pulls into the school's parking area, through the bus area, and turns around. She slides her window open and asks the nearby bus coordinator if she's needed today. Unexpectedly, she is. The coordinator tells her she's needed in ???. My wife hasn't gone there before and asks for a map. The coordinator doesn't have one on her but tells my wife she can go inside to get one. While I'm waiting for her to come back, I'm trying to pull up directions on my tablet. I see my brother-in-law going by the driver's window and reach out to shake his hand. As I'm shaking his hand, I almost make him fall; I realize he must be skating.

Now my wife and I are in a room somewhere. I'm sure it's Monday, but she's sure it's Tuesday. I'm worried, since there were things I was supposed to be doing on Tuesday. Eventually I pull out my phone and see it's Monday.


Political bibs
I've received a four pack of bibs from by old boss' bodyguard. The bibs are heavily political, extremely right wing, talking about the failures of our government, making snide comments about California, but also making an offhand comment that it probably won't be around in another two weeks. My wife's more up-to-date on political matters than I am, so I ask her about the bibs, and she says they're pretty accurate, even about California going away, and is amazed I haven't heard this stuff before.

Now there's something about using cloth diapers. She's getting ready to change a baby, but it's not one of ours.


Food court
I'm walking with my pastor, going to a food court. We're in a multi-story building, near the top; the food court is on the ground floor. We're taking the stairs down. I take particular note that each landing has an oversized trash can on it. The doors into the hallways off of the landings are locked; I realize that's to give the dorm residents privacy.

Now we're in the food court, in line, talking with a few older guys my pastor knows. The tables in the court are mostly empty, and the line is short: we're almost at the food, and there's only one more group behind us. Now we've reached the food and have started filling our plates. One of the guys advises us that the meat is the best option. I wonder how full I can fill my plate, and somehow I know (or remember) that there's a half-ton weight limit.

Now I'm at a table, trying to eat my food. I got a lot of sliced ham, but the quality is terrible. There's more fat than meat, and I'm having a tough time separating the two. A guy at the table is reading the newspaper. On the front cover, I see a picture of an old guy with a cane that doubles as a light-saber.


Helping at the Chinese restaurant
I'm walking along the street with a group of friends. One guy is leading us to a restaurant he knows about. Now we're inside, sitting at table near the door. For a restaurant, the room is fairly small. The room is colorful - mostly red. The back wall is taken up with kitchen stuff; there's no wall or other barrier between it and the dining area.

They seem to be understaffed. The cook looks towards us and says that I look helpful and asks me to help with something. I'm unsure, but I get up and go over to him. To the left of the kitchen counter (stainless steel), I see a sink, so I go over and wash my hands. The sink has stuff around it, so it's hard to get to, and I have to reach way down to get to it - it's set way down into the counter. Though the handle (of the single stick variety) is slightly on the cold side, I'm surprised the water is uncomfortably hot.

Once my hands are clean, I ask what he needs. A woman comes over, hands me a large mug of brewing tea, and explains that I need to set it on the hearth for two minutes, then pour it through a filter into another mug. Now we're in the storeroom, looking for a second mug. The one I'm holding is one of my own large white-and-blue ones; none of the other ones in the mug cabinet are as large, so I think it'll overflow, but she's not worried. I finally find another large one; the design is different, but it should hold all the tea. I start to ask where the hearth is, but then I remember there's a fireplace near the door. We spent a while looking for a mug, so I ask her if the two minutes haven't already passed, but she says they haven't: it only counts when the mug is on the hearth. She's pleased and says they need to refund some of my credit card bill. I think it's odd that she spoke of my "credit card bill" in that way but don't think more about it.

Now I'm near the fireplace. There's a cheap folding table right in front of it. At first, I consider crawling under it to get to the hearth, but I decide just to move the table. I put the mug down and start counting my two minutes. A foreign (eastern European?) family comes in while I'm waiting: parents and a young son, around 5 years old.

Now I'm back at my table. Everyone else has been served their food and is eating. At my place is something that looks tasty but is more the size of an appetizer. I'll still need to order my real meal; I hope it doesn't take too long to arrive.


Twisted costume
My wife is walking down the street in a giant head Halloween costume. It's become twisted and she's having trouble seeing out of it. She manages to get it untwisted and can see out the front again.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1:

I was playing fraxy and there was white spaceship boss with various simple widespread attacks, the game background was default green grid. The player weapon included options that could be made static while using focus shot. Music was pretty interesting too.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was with someone and we were looking through my ancient folder of 'art' which was pretty bad. That someone also have found food in book(somehow) that was here for years but was still fine. Then we started watching some kind of cartoon about old hero and new hero that replaced him and about lady with ridiculously huge afro haircut that was helping them.

Dream 3(fragment):

There was some show about watermelons.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was in some rusty area.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing Terraria and apparently i was fighting down underground, then went deeper, into underworld, enemies were attacking in groups but i've easily destroyed them. Then i was randomly in my bed and miniature terraria slimes were trying to attack me, but i've counterattacked them with my claws dealing like 300k damage.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was in open foggy area and there was something about building something.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was playing some rather difficult shmup, flying through an area and fighting mechanical enemies, then at boss game turned into touhou(of all things) and became very easy and the boss looked cirno-like and had final attack that surrounded area with mist. Then there was some stats and two different stat tables for birthdays and non-birthdays(?) and it was saying that generally most of people lost like 89 lives through the game.

In one of my dreams I was a woman of Polish origin but not myself, living in Russia. A man who was an authority figure of sorts offended Polish honor when speaking to me, and I had to defend it by proclaiming how honorable Polish patriots were. I had the sense that he did that on purpose though because he wanted to hear my defense. Then I broke in somewhere and he caught me, and I had the choice of going to jail or working for him and his people as a thief. As my first assignment I had to steal a loaf of bread and a box of blueberries. I was then paid six crumbs of bread and two blueberries. When I objected, he pointed out to me how hungry the other people in the room looked, and I stopped objecting.

A boy, not my son but close to my older son in age, was organizing a book sale in front of his house with his mom, and I was helping with the book sale. The boy had made a huge sign, saying "Dirty Books." When I saw it I laughed. He asked why I laughed, I explained that this word had another meaning from what he meant. When he asked what the meaning was though, I gave him some sort of nonresponse. Later at the book sale, a man came to look for our "dirty books", when he found out that the sign was a kid's mistake though, he took it with good humor, and even decided to buy a Nero Wolf mystery book (note: even Nero Wolf mysteries I would not expect at an elementary school aged kid's book sale, but in the dream that did not bother me). I said that today will perhaps mark an unexpected revival of popularity of Nero Wolf books.

In this dream my husband told me that our bank accounts were going to expire in half an hour, and that we could not make it there on time. He seemed optimistic though that all it would take would be some paperwork the next day. Meanwhile I worried that all our savings were gone. I arrived at the bank, but there were different doors with confusing labels that had nothing to do with money. So I left and called my husband and said that I had failed to go to the bank, and could he go revive our accounts. I do vaguely remember though that then we were at the bank meeting together. At first it looked like my fear was going to prove correct that we had lost all out money, but then I pointed out to the bank that our home's mortgage was with their bank, and if we don't have any money, we cannot make our mortgage payments, and then they seemed more interest in reviving our accounts.

#239 - DILD - October 20, 2012 - 3:38AM

I am in the shower wondering why I never got lucid last night. I feel really odd and sick like I am very hungover. There is a mirror in the shower and I see myself making odd faces like I am going half mad. I begin to soap up while I go into deep thought. I notice that bathroom is a mirror image of what it should be. I don't understand any of this but I begin to feel sexually aroused and think of taking care of it but I hear a noise and I assume my wife is joining me. A strange woman appears and doesnt seem to notice me. She takes something off the rack in the shower and quickly leaves. I peer out and see a strange man just sort of hanging out in the bathroom. I say something to him about the bathroom being backwards. Then I ask, "You see that, bitch?" All of this is too wield so I do a nose plug and blow through.

Now that I am lucid, all anxiety leaves me. Everything makes sense now. I mutter things like, "Ok fine. Now hold on. OK." I forget about showering and believe the soap is gone (it never existed) and I am fully clothed as I step out. To make sure I look down and see that I am wearing my dark blue basketball shorts and some white t-shirt. Ok, good enough. I want to shout out that this is a dream but decide to be more on the mellow side and stay cool; I don't want to wake myself up. The man follows me like he knows me. I feel like he is an old friend so I allow him to tag along. As we walk outside my house looks a bit more normal now and it notice that the color is a little cartoony but vivid. The lighting is good. No darkness this time. I am happy with that much at least. I try to remember my goal this time and for some reason I think of finding two of my nephews but that doesn't seem right.

We reach the front porch and I follow the man into the yard. As I step off I feel like I fall a little too far and and the man seems to grow to at least 10 feet tall. I look him over for the first time and he looks like a modern day cowboy. He actually resembles my nieces husband but I didnt think of him as such then. I concentrate and focus and the man returns to normal hight. I feel like asking the man what he represents but think that might be a little too much for him. I don't know why I think this. Instead I ask, "What is your name?" At first my voice is weak and I feel like something is putting pressure on my throat. I breifly wonder if something is on my neck in waking life but I feel like I can breath ok so I try to ignore it. I clear my throat and try again. This time my voice is clear and my throat feels much better.
He pauses, "Well uh. Well hold on how um."
I interrupt, "No no no no. It's fine don't worry about it. I doesn't matter." I don't want this dream character to start breaking down so I try to take back the question.
He seems to visibility relax, "Well ok. I might be able to tell you in about 4 hours."
I don't know what he means by that but I grin, laughing to myself.

We are walking down the sidewalk and I suddenly recall one of my goals, to find a Yurei, but I can only think of it as Ju-On (The Grudge). I begin looking around and do a full 360. I notice that the cowboy has suddenly vanished. In fact I feel very alone and vulnerable but, knowing that I am only dreaming I hold my courage.
"Hey bitch!" I can't think of what to call the ghost. I turn back to the direction I was originally headed. There is a great white wolf sitting a few yards away looking at me. At first I over look it but do a double take. The wolf's snout begins to distort and I think maybe this is it. I charge forward but as I get closer the wolf looks normal and much more friendly. It stands and begins to pant with excitement. I stop in front of it and let my guard down. The wolf behaves like a domesticated dog and lets out a friendly little yap. I reach down and absent-mindedly pat her head.
"This is the wrong bitch", I muse.

I turn back to my house with my new friend padding along side me. I shout, "HEY BITCH WHERE YOU AT? HEY JU-ON!" Again I say the wrong name but my dreaming mind knows what I mean... right? Suddenly the neighbourhood beings to look very dark and creepy but the amount of day light stays the same. It's almost as if someone suddenly turned on the horror film effects. I begin hear that high pitch screatching music that you hear a lot in those movie. I am quite pleased with the creepy effect and suddenly I feel that someone or something is about to come out the front door of my house. I turn to meet the ghost without any fear and much excitement. At the very moment, I suddenly and unexpectedly wake up.

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I WILD straight into a dream scene but I am only half lucid. There is a dead body on the floor and I kick it. It seems to slide. I tell myself that it is only a dream. I false begin to remember another lucid and a false memory I had. I feel like I am forgetting but try really hard to remember. I see Wulman and hear him saying something but I am too focused on remembering. I begin to write on some paper but stop because I know that it will be gone when I wake up.
Now I am sitting in a recliner with a bottle of Jim Beam. Wurlman is talking like Trevor from GTA 5. I tell him, "Dude, stop talking like Trevor." I really want to concentrate on remembering. I soon wake myself up.

10/20 Fragment dream related. Dream contest, one player is relaying their dreams and trying to figure out how to count it. Me? There was definitely more to it but in this early morning hour it is so vague and like it's hard to understand.
Fragment, Big parking lot looking for my car it feels like I'm on a trip. I use the remote to look for the lights to flash. There's at least one of the car that looks kind of like mine.
Fragment, some group is doing a reenactment. They are part of some little known fringe group and has something to do with Americana. They want to be part of the history. Tom Cruise and others are on board. They have odd pointed hats with labels on them.
Dream, I am trying to get through a big complex back to "my place"(?)... I see a woman with a small child and ask if I can pass through "this way" to my left...one of two options but both seem to run through her house. Woman stuttered and I said I will just go that way (to the right). Husband goes to check what I am up to as I pass through the other way which seems to lead to a garage and then a chain link fence/gate. As I go out the gate I make sure to not let the dog out (similar to yesterday's dream...hmm). I tell the husband that I am trying to get to my place. But my path is blocked again. There is a chain link fence and something that looks like a dock area to my left in the direction I need to head. I think about climbing over the fence but people are looking. Fade to bed.
WBTB after 6am SSILD cycles, not getting quickly back to sleep probably due to back and heel pain. Eventually I get the vibrations and nudge them on and I shoot up from my bed laying on my back towards the ceiling unlike any previous dream entry, very cool feeling!! I get ready to fly off then I remember that I should stabilize which I hardly ever remember to do. I rub my hands together and look at them. They are getting clearer and clearer until they are almost glowing like the light is hitting them in an interesting way but they otherwise look normal. I decide it is ok to fly off. It feels like I am in the clouds and it feels like I fly several hundred yards at a fairly fast pace and I quickly find myself back in bed! Ugh!