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First Dream Fragment: I'm in some pizza place, and I walk up to two tables, the table on the left has a group of teenagers, I can tell that they're superficial, judgmental, and perhaps bully's. This intimidates me so I opt to eat at the table to the right that has a man sitting alone, he looks to be in his late 20's or early 30's. The other table had well over ten boxes of pizza but this one only had two so I grab one and the man gives me a strange annoyed/suspicious look. I open the pizza box and he opens his and they are both cheese and garlic pizzas if there even is such a thing. I hear the man make a hiss sound so I look up to see that now his black hair is slicked back, he has a red and black cape, pale skin and sharp fangs. Not even fazed that the man turned into a vampire because of the garlic pizza, I start to eat it.

Second Dream Fragment: I'm on my old elementary school playground. I'm just standing around conversing with dream characters. There's a coach telling us to get ready to race. The girl next to me tells me that she is angry with me, I tell her "don't worry, I'm already plenty angry with myself". She asks me why, I tell her "because my pants pockets are to heavy, I filled them up with too much stuff." I then grab my backpack from out of no where and begin to empty my pockets into the backpack. All that comes out from my pockets are a bunch of folded papers, and a whole lot of crayons, all different colors just keep pouring out. When I my pockets are empty I felt relieved and ready for p.e. We all get in front of the entrance tube of different colored play tubes from like Chuck e. chees or something. The coach says try to be the first one out. I know I got this in the bag, for some reason I already know the layout of the tubes and the right ways to turn. I hear the coach yell GO! and while all the other people crawl through the tubes on their knees all normally, I take off like a missile through the tubes not even touching the tube. As I'm nearing a corner I know I need to turn right in, I know that Psy will be coming the opposite direction, sort of like an obstical. I turn the corner and gangnam style starts playing louder and louder and psy is doing the gangnam style dance in prone position in the tube and I just zoom over him and keep going until I exit the tube.

Third Dream Fragment: I was laying on the couch next to my sister, she was petting the puppy. On the wooden bench next to the couch is sitting some dream character I don't recognize. She's eating chocolate messily. Suddenly she stop eating the chocolate and her eyes open wide and her facial expression changes from relaxed to horrified, and then she points to the bit of couch behind my head. I instantly become afraid and jump up from the couch expecting a spider to be there. I look and I don't see anything, so I get annoyed and ask her what was there. But the DC ignores me and gets really close to the bit of the couch with that look on her face still pointing at nothing.

My dream starts off at my old middle school. I'm in the girls gym locker room, and I'm laying on the cold cement. I notice there's shower water and some puddles on places on the cement as usual. I'm like disabled on the floor but I don't try to get up. The bell rings and suddenly a massive crowd of girls come from out of the corners of the lockers and head past me to the door exit. Some of them laugh at me, some of them pity me, some of them purposely walk on top of my body, while I'm trying to crawl, roll, and scoot away somewhere, anywhere through the crowd. I can't speak anything but whimpers and gibberish, my vision is as though I've been knocked out from a hit to the head. Finally I give up my efforts and drop my weight onto my back. I just watch the people go by with all there different motives, now some of them are pulling things from me, like yarn necklaces or something of the like. I see in the crowd this girl, she has short side swept hair under a black hood, her hair is black with silver highlights. I know she's different than the others, even though she walks amongst them. She gets closer then she sees me looking like shit covered in the mess from the wet cement. She pushes through the crowd to get to me and then she hurriedly drops to her knees and blankets her body over me shielding me from the irate crowd. I lay there stunned thinking why did this girl give up her position of fitting in, being on a level of walking with others to come down to the lowest outcast bottom with me? I can only whimper and say nonsense to her, she realizes people pulling things from my body and pulls the objects back for me, then she pulls and drags me out and away from the crowd to a vacant spot now outside under a tree shaded from the sun, and then just all of my body and mind finally rest and seems to recuperate.

Was pretty tired before going to sleep, thus had problems waking up and recalling.

Though i recall some part of dream taking place in some kind of arena.

I just woke from the longest lucid Dream I've ever had.

The Dream began with me and my girl visiting with some high school buddies we knew. We were just sittin there chit chattin, when one of the friends mentions something that leads me to believe my girl has cheated on me. I confront her about this and she admits it to me but as the conversation rolls on I find out that its been going on for a while. We end up breaking up and I'm on my way to her place to grab my things when I end up inside a Burger King that is actually en route to her house.

Inside the Burger King, I notice that every advertisement has some mention of the number 7. Something costs 7 dollars, or get 7 something for 7.77. This was a big indicator that I was Dreaming but I needed to be sure so I started asking DCs. I asked three DCs. The first was an Asian lady who straight up told me no and went about her business. The second was a child who said no, but nodded her head yes. The third I asked if they were Dreaming and they said yes. This was enough for me and so my lucid began.

First I was overjoyed because it meant my girl hadn't been cheating on me, and second, because I was now lucidly Dreaming! During this Dream I altered DCs physical characteristics from minute details to a full on summon, I levitated (and smashed) a full sized entertainment center without touching it, I stopped the rain from pouring by shouting at the sky, and I tossed a man a beer. The Lucid ended after I chased down some girl and caught up to her. I looked into her eyes and I felt myself get pulled away from the Dream.

It was a long Dream in general, but the Lucid part had to be about five minutes in length, longer than any I've had up until this point. My frequency and duration are both increasing. When I get my galantamine/choline combo I should be having these long lucids more often. Can't wait!

WILD I became count fingers, i didn't see them and they appeared! Soon the picture became clear. I was on some party. Tables and chairs were outdoors. I saw plastic chair and became to break it with my foot. I broke it with my mind and with my foot. When i destroyed the chair, i went through the portal to my house to read the note. But i found myself in my friend's house. I made another portal and found myself in mine. I went to the shelf and found the note. I remembered what i had written in real, but there were different and unconnected words. Like * effective clock blue* I tried to read it once more, but words were in english! I gave up it and tried to went to real, but couldn't. I tried several times. no result. So i just walking till lost awareness.

Last night, when I lay down to sleep, I resolved not to attempt to induce a WILD. The reason is that I have been tired the past 2 days, possibly due to waking up between REM cycles for my attempts.


#1 - I dreamed, but don't remember it. I woke up, because I was hot, but immediately went back to sleep.

#2 - I was in class, in a first grade class, but I was my real age (nearly 30). I don't recall the reason for being in the class, there was some reason that I understood in the dream but that was never made entirely clear. I was not an intern or TA, I was definitely a student, and all the other students seemed aware that I didn't "belong". My teacher was a big woman. At one point, she was asking me questions in class out of a work book. I was answering correctly, but she was behaving as if I was not and "Correcting" me. Finally, it got to be too much and I stood up and yelled at her. She started to cry. Later, I told another student, "You know I'm actually 23 years old, right?" (note: I'm not 23). The student acted shocked.

#3 - This dream phased into another one where I was in a romantic relationship with a guy. I was staying with his family. He was kind of a blond "jock" type... not really my type. We had sex in the shower...his family knew we were very good friends, but I don't think that they thought we were involved in that way.

Then, the family attempted to buy a nicer house, but it turned out that there was a bankruptcy that the wife had forgotten to mention on the paperwork. Her husband began to yell at her, and she began crying. The real estate agent told them that they wouldn't be able to get another loan for something like 1500 years.

#4 - My aunt has agreed to give a family friend's friend a ride in their old red Dodge Caravan. We have to make special accommodations for her in the van because she's disabled. For some reason, this involves my uncle trying to fit a shopping cart into the van (he claimed it was her wheelchair). We finally manage to fit it in the back and go to pick her up. She's inside of my aunt's house. Their driveway is very steep in real life. My aunt pulls most of the way up the driveway, but not all the way up, and the poor woman has to walk the rest of the way to the van. She is very overweight, but it's not due to her overeating, she has some kind of hormonal disorder that causes this and makes her bones very soft. She has many small braids in her hair and is wearing a purple dress. Walking the 10 feet to the van is painful for her, but my aunt doesn't seem to care and won't pull up farther. I get out of the van and help the woman walk the rest of the way to the van, and help her climb inside. She thanks me, then sits down on the seat looking very relieved.

I wake up. In real life, I have gathered my sheet up somehow and am clutching it like it's a teddy bear.

I get brought to an office by someone who I apparently treat as a father. I need to be somewhere there. We drive past a scene where people in fluorescent vests turn cars to the side and people get out at the then top. Apparently it's crash training. We continue driving over the road to then take a turn and drive back a bit, I say something about versions of things and then we end up at an entrance, and the scene cuts like a movie.

We walk over a sort of bridge and he asks if I know where I should be. I start spinning to stabilize the dream. I then ask where the central building is and he points at a pretty big building. There is a direct way to go there but for some reason I appear to take a roundabout route. At some point I think to myself that since I have a rubber boat with me I can paddle over the water if needed, then I think no that is silly.

I end up at some security office and am about to ask someone there something but someone else talks over it and I start to gradually wake up. I try to spin to stay in the dream but fail.

Overall I appear to be lucid but following the dream anyways, ignoring all my dream goals.

Was too tired, and consciously chose not to record a dream in middle of the night.

All I remember now is that it was an issue dream of some sort, but probably a REM not NREM, even at bet all I had would have been a fragment, and I remember thinking that it was not an important issue and not very interesting.

Btw, I woke up with the desire to try a WILD again only to be disappointed by finding out that it was almost time to get up on a work day. Tomorrow however is Saturday, and maybe I can try to WILD tomorrow morning.

EDIT: Interestingly I remember also thinking that this issue in this dream fragment was the same as in another dream fragment that I forgot once I moved.

It occurs to me that maybe my subconscious is trying to resolve some issue that it does not want my conscious to participate in at this time. Either that or my subconscious is blaming dream recall effort for my being too tired lately. Should I take a break and try again after a while?

Morning of March 15, 2013. Friday.



I am in a sort of drama unrelated to anything in real life or movies I had seen. There is a fight outside between an Asian man and some sort of American or Australian English missionary. There are also two other men with the missionary, who seems to be shot with an arrow through the chest, but he turns out to be alive. The fight is related to the fact that the Asian man had claimed the other man had not rescued his wife from a location she could not leave as he had promised a year or two prior. This turns out to be a Cantonese factory, where she works at a very low wage and can not go home. The man says he will find the other man’s wife (being held in a factory owned by the mother, it seems) and so I leave with the group of three and the Asian man remains in the city area and seems very sad.

We come to a large building (of about four floors high) that has a very large elevator disguised as a main door and facade area that leads into the normal (public) part of the building (about eight times the size as a normal one in real life). It also goes down to a hidden factory area. It has folding retractable stairs that only come out when the hidden area is reached to allow access to the secret factory through an extended hall from where the elevator stops. (The steps are built into the side of the elevator itself.)

It is easy to fit in, because there are people from all nationalities working there. There is a chubby, white American woman of about thirty who seems the most extroverted. One of the “spies” I am with is given a multiple choice test with only one distractor (so the chance of being randomly correct is a full 50%) to see if he can read Cantonese well enough to do his work. It is a small, rough black-and-white drawing of a snake-like dragon (which is always a negative symbol in my dreams that I believed related to either lung cancer or the mother of a bride in the past - the “slaying of the dragon” equating to rescuing a girl from her manipulating mother, which seems to fit this dream theme somewhat - the rescuing of a man’s wife from the “control” of a strict factory setting where the mother is “manager”). The man just randomly picks answer “b” over “a” (both are a total of about seven or eight characters each) and turns out to be correct, but it does contain some of these characters:



Supposedly a play on “DRAG king”, apparently, a woman who dresses as a male or runs a factory as a male(?) - MAN-ager?

The correct one seemed to involve “low-lying” stealth (as a “real” dragon - “lung”) by the mother of the bride with a sort of triple pun involving “drag” (as dragging on the ground from being “low” and being “lowly” in an act of stalking or manipulating someone - I have gotten many intriguing, complex or layered pun-like patterns from dreams of the past I likely would never have thought of consciously).

I am thinking much of the writing (but not all) looks more Korean than Cantonese, but I then notice a muddled mix of Asian languages on some of the other documents. One phrase seems to mean “a hat for my boyfriend”, another, “a collapsible vase for my darling mistress”, which seems odd, since the products are supposedly public-oriented and from a large “secret” factory.

The American lady seems friendly and helpful and does not seem to be there against her will like some of the others may be (I am not certain). I also do not know about the missionary or where the Asian man’s wife might be, perhaps a different area, but that becomes less important in my dream. On a regular basis, our job is simply to put together products from the parts we receive in black satchels of slightly varying sizes. We open them, read instructions, and pass the items down the longer tables along with the satchels (I think with the satchel flat, then the documentation, and the item on top that).

I receive my satchel and open it. In it is a kit that is mostly already put together, along with the related merchandise tags (to sign?) and instructions. It is a very dark blue (almost black) umbrella with two tiers. The top tier can come down to cover the first, more normal part of the umbrella. It seems kind of unusual. To me, it would logically seem that rain could probably go under the top section and leak through the main part (normal main part, but with an opening for the ribs of the top part and some sort of retractable device for the smaller hat-like section to come down and fit more snugly to look more like a normal umbrella). Not much happens after that. There does not seem to be any presence of foremen to watch people work, advise to work faster, or give additional instructions as was expected.

This may relate a bit to real life. It has been ten years or so since we have been able to find a real umbrella that did not fall apart or break upon first usage or so. A lot of stores in the region are known by many as “landfill shops” because of the modern trend in extremely poor quality in almost everything made (even expensive new beds) and how the product should be in a landfill before you even buy it.

This dream turned out to have precognitive elements (although probably a bit more like remote-viewing).

The beginning of the dream has the visual clarity of an old movie, a little faded, with occasional black lines. An elderly woman narrates, standing beside a large car. She's wearing a powder blue dress with a straw hat. Her fluffy curls look very white against her clothes. She's helping to load light mauve luggage into a net atop the car.
"Things were different in those days. Raised entirely on the farm, in quiet schools. When you came of age you would go off to University, and if the music was good (as it usually was) you'd join the chorus."

I don't remember what happened between that and this next scene.
Kvothe from The Name of the Wind is sitting in front of a small cook-fire, ringed in stones. He's wearing a loose white shirt and dark brown pants. His hair looks very red. He shifts to the other side of the fire as a slim woman with honey colored skin and short chestnut hair moves over to use it. She keeps looking at him disapprovingly. There's an L-shaped awning sticking out from the shed, connected to the front of the woman's house, it's her house we sit in front of. In front of the shed are two tables. I can see the front door and dusty sand-colored stone steps. Her husband comes home as Kvothe lifts a deep green guitar, using it like an upright bass. He is learning how to play the true names of things. He has just perfected 'fire'. He starts to play 'tree', gripping the neck and sliding all four of his fingers down the strings.
"HEY!" the man yells. Kvothe isn't quite playing it right, a tree nearby quivers violently and threatens to topple. Kvothe alters the note a little and instead of quivering the tree sings with the truth of its name. Kvothe grins and stops playing. The man rolls his eyes.
"Yes, yes. You are very clever."
The man keeps scowling at Kvothe, like he doesn't want him there but is obligated to teach him Name Songs so that he doesn't hurt anyone with his wild talent.
I think how the color of the guitar matches his eyes.

I'm running on a long narrow walkway that stretches from one end of the street to the other, hugging a sand colored building. I stop at the edge and look at what I'm holding in my hand. Three colored stones. One is the amethyst crystal I fell asleep wearing on a chain around my wrist. The other two are pendants I have, usually labradorite, and amber. Now they are both dark red. I blink, thinking they should be a different color.

I hear the alarm going off in the other room and wake up. I doze back off trying to think of how to start writing my forum DJ post. It starts with the old woman. When I get to the part where she mentions music, a strain of music swells in the back of my mind drowning out her voice. I try to focus on it and backtrack to the end of her sentence. When I regain focus the car is gone and I am a young girl, reveling in new found summer freedom. There's a dirt path in front of the house where the car was parked. I run down it to the stable. I'm thinking how the house was small and correct myself, thinking that it was the 60's, it should be a large, sprawling property. As I think it, my surroundings change subtly, feeling more open.
The stables are huge, when I pass them I look inside, they are corrugated metal.
"We had many animals, of all different kinds."
They pour from the stalls, horses (which I'm very excited to see), cows, sheep, chickens, cats...so many. When they run out into the open with me I notice a simple black tent pitched in the middle of the field. It moves to follow us, I can't see inside. As my father meets us the tent jumps a little, I think that inside is a wolf. A feral one. Then I see our tame wolf she's mostly white, looks kind of like this:
http://4packs.webs.com/1%20%20%20%20...%201%20aca.jpg
She sits down at my father's feet, looking lovely. I stare intently at the tent, waiting for the other wolf to emerge...

And the alarm in the other room goes off again.

I woke up normally at the normal time I would wake up (someone else woke me up though) then I quickly went back into a dose. I felt vibrations and I think I was in sleep paralysis then suddenly my consciousness felt as though it had sat up and out of my body! Then a wave of tingling came over (in the same way that you hear a jet fly close over the ground like gzzzzzzzzzZZZZZZZZGZGZGZ) then I woke up.