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I had a work dream that I couldn't get into the break room. In the dream it was underground, you had to go down a couple flights of stairs and then a ramp to get to it. At the door is a tall shiny water pump. I know that to open the door you have to level the pump a certain way. I know you have to do something else but I can't remember what it is. I stand there stupidly, watching as another employee opens the door and sprays one of our PSAs in the face, he's on his way out. I jog forward and ask them to hold the door, they do. I go inside, out of the corner of my eye my HR is making fun of me for not being able to get in.

There's a wide, grassy courtyard. They are filing us out from one building into another. I am a man, leaning on another man. There's something wrong with both of us. The extreme opposites of a case. An orderly holds up a curved piece of metal with padded ends, meant to be pressed to my temple. The orderly is monitoring the machine so he doesn't see that my friend likes the treatment. His face twists into an intense mask of joy and amusement. I know he's on his way to being possessed, but I have my own problems. I'm having trouble moving. I know that the treatment will knock me out, even though it's not supposed to. It's supposed to prove that we have passed through the haunted building without picking up any passengers. I lean against my friend and brace myself. When the orderly puts the device to my head I pass out.
"What's wrong with -him-?"

I'm myself again. Someone suggests I go to see the nurse. I do, I wait in the office. It's comfortable, dark red walls. A place to lay down. My friend says he'll go get the nurse. While he's gone the HR manager comes and sits down across from me.
"Sorry, the nurse is out for the day. You can tell me what's wrong though."
"Well...I've been having trouble doing things that used to be easy."
I glance at my friend. He urges me to continue.
"I couldn't remember how to get into the break room and I forgot how to use a---"
She starts laughing at me. "I'm sorry, I was there when you couldn't get in. It was really funny."
I frown, "it isn't funny, you don't understand I--"
"You're right, of course it isn't funny." But she's still laughing at me.

The room feels wide and open. Ahead of me is a stone tunnel. From where I'm standing I can't discern any details. As I focus my eyes, it becomes more detailed. I start to describe it to myself and it becomes. I'm delighted, thinking how it's like drawing, I see it in pencil shadings first, before it becomes real, and the image flows more smoothly than any drawing I have ever created.
When it is finished the stone is a mossy deep brown, wet with rain. I can't figure out where I've seen it before, but it feels so familiar. There are stairs leading up to a platform that sits to the right side of the tunnel. I start looking for something there but I no longer recall what it is.

The Poisoning of Azela Grey
I had a dream at midday, telling the tale of Azela Grey. I'm watching a news report, showing footage from a live Council meeting. She had fought for her spot as a Speaker, and a woman, which was something spectacular in its own right. She's tall, with dark shoulder-length hair. She's wearing a light gray business suit with a white shirt under the jacket. The council meeting is built like an amphitheater. A platform at the center where the primary 5 sit, and then 4 tiers of gently curving wood tables with seats where the rest of the Council sits. Azela sits in the last ring, of the least importance. The meeting is about to commence, she takes a sip. My awareness pulls back, showing a pixelated tv screen, a red band at the bottom.
"The Poisoning of Azela Grey"

I'm driving down a highway. The road is impossibly fast and crowded. A woman on a tiny black motorcycle that has a regular sized cream/tan motorcycle folded up above the back wheel speeds past me. I think how awesome that is and wonder where I can get one. She looks like this actress http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1490300/. A moving truck doesn't see her and moves lanes. I'm worried about her, so instead of getting hit, one of her wheels breaks off and she skids to a stop on the shoulder under an overpass. I go over to see if she needs help. Now she looks different, a tall brunette with wavy hair and olive skin. I separate from my character and I see myself from behind. I'm tiny next to her, the top of my head only just reaches past her shoulder.
I have shoulder length black hair. I'm wearing a white denim jacket and a brown dress with boots. Even with short hair I recognize her as Saja, I become her often. It seems perfect that she would stop to help someone, she's always thinking of others.
"Can I help you?" I ask her.
"Don't worry about it, this isn't your problem." She glances at me and does a subtle double-take. I know she thinks I'm attractive. I stand there patiently. She rolls her eyes, but she's smiling. "Fine, I guess I could use some help."
"Perfect! I'll help you get the cycle into my van."


It skips to a grey, dim-lit room. On one end is a photographer. On the other is a two foot high, smooth white statue shaped like some kind of bird. The idea is that this is therapy, and in expressing my depression...on top of the bird, while someone takes pictures, I'll be able to feel better (riiiight...). I am Azela Grey, I no longer look like Saja. I'm taller, my hair isn't black but still dark brown, wavy and is a little longer. I'm wearing a dark brown dress with tiny white flowers, knee length boots and a netted brown jacket thing. The statue looks a little like a duck now. My photographer therapist urges me to begin.
The stress of the campaign has taken its toll. There are dark circles under my eyes and I look like I haven't smiled in a long time. My awareness pulls back and I'm watching myself pose on the duck. After a few flashes my friend from the highway comes to join me. She presses her body against my back and runs her hands down my sides. I smile. I know I shouldn't. I have a girlfriend. Plus, now there are pictures.
She has been trying to show me how to enjoy life again.

I'm walking down a cobbled street, it's dark with the recent rain. I duck into a bookstore. It's small, with 5 long tables. Tall bookshelves line the walls. There is only one book. It has a dark blue jacket with yellow on the front. Sometimes the yellow looks like flowers, sometimes like angelfish. Sometimes like stars. I can't make out the name either. Sometimes it looks like Seascape. Sometimes Starsea, sometimes Starscape. I open one of them and flip through it. I can't make sense of the text.
I think of how eroded our culture has become under the weight of the law. How this bookstore should have the freedom to sell more than one book. I suppose that's what my campaign is about, freedom. Now I have made a serious miss-step. There are the photos of myself and the woman. If they see those they could ban me from the council.
When I leave the bookstore my girlfriend is outside. She throws the pictures on the ground in front of me and leans forward, red with her effort not to yell.
"What are these? WHAT ARE THEY? After EVERYTHING we did to be together, to keep our relationship a secret you let some half-wit photographer take pictures of another woman groping you? These are all over the papers! AND there's mention of me! Why did you tell them about us and then take these pictures? This could ruin my career!"
She's a doctor, it's strange enough for a woman to be practicing medicine, now her license could be taken away because of my mistake. She storms off. I stare down at the pictures and gather them in my hands.
Behind me there are two steeply arched stone bridges that cross each other like an X. A man in a tux and top hat is narrating my story. He's telling a group of people who are singing and dancing under string-light decorations that it's sure I'll be banned, they might have listened to me on the council before this. They may have even passed the laws I suggested, but never now.
He talks of a time when people could love whoever they wanted.
Then he tells the part that hasn't happened yet, that as they are about to ban me, someone poisons my tea because of hatred for my sexual orientation, and the laws I wished to pass.


Huh. I've had dreams as men before, I've never had one where I was a lesbian. How interesting...

Originally Posted by Windhover@

That's why hypnosis is powerful for this


Well guys I didn't have pleasant night/morning today. I remember going to a waterfall but it's foggy now. I wanted to try WILD during the night but the freaking noise distracted me a lot...I hate myself so much right now..

This is what I have for the SD attempt:

4/2/13

1. I am in a forest. There are large mountains flowing through the dreamscape with various buildings of solitude laced appropriately in the woods. Many cliffs are hanging below the beauty. I see in the distance the same exact spacious field that I was going to bury the body in from Katsuno's synch murder dream. There is another person with me, but I do not understand who. I cannot see their face. We find another person sitting on a cliff in thought. He resembled my dad at first, but then he changed into someone else I did not recognize. I go back to my house, but my family is fighting. I go back to the forest and intend to see the Asian Art Museum that was the center of the landscape. I must pay admission, so I just walk home. Before I leave the forest, I see a waterfall flowing over the cliffs.

2. I am in a circular building with a group of people. Every room looks the same. We are running from something. We hide in a room, but I cannot lock the intricate door. I call for help, but no one responds. I run to the other section with some people, but the thing breaks in because of the unlocked door. He slaughters many. We run, but we keep slipping through the blood. Only a small number of people are left. Everybody is panicking, but I become lucid for no reason. Everything is clear and vivid. I remember everything suddenly. I become overwhelmed; I need to get back to the waterfall in order to share the dream. I feel the reality slip away, and my senses fade. I panic and twirl around, rubbing my hands. The dream regresses into a mere visualization of hypnapompia as I awaken.

3. I am altar serving at some important mass, but it is not revealed to me what the mass is for.

4. I am in my backyard with two other people. Once again, I cannot specify who they are because the dream is hazy. They joke around too much, and I begin to get mad at them because they are playing with my bracelet that I need for some important Christian ceremony that occurs annually. (It doesn't actually exist.) One of them throws the bracelet, and I have to look for it. I use the same one this year because I did not buy another one as the ceremony intends. I wait in line to go into the bathroom where everybody writes down their intent for the year in secret. I could not think of something, so I wrote a series of gibberish letters. The recurring pair was the two letters 'S' and 'D' together. I was not lucid.

had a mess of dreams that I don't want to remember last night.

I usually either don't remember my dreams, or I neglect recording them. But last night's dream was AMAZING!

I'm at school, and see a shooting star, which is cool. Then I realize it
Actually hit the ground near campus, so I decide to go search for it. Then, I notice shooting stars all over the sky. But they're huge, and landing all over campus! So people are running around everywhere screaming, trying not to get hit. It was actually kind of easy to dodge them! Well, I went into a ditch and hid in the pipe, cause there was concrete over it. Then a bunch of other people wanted in, so I had to keep scooting further back in the "tunnel".
Then, it was the next morning, and I realized the space rocks had crude drawings on them. They were messages from aliens!
Then government vans started showing up all over campus and covering the car-sized stones with tents. I regretted not getting a pic with my cell. Then, some bitchy government woman round up a bunch of us students and forced us to watch a cheesy PSA video about the importance of obeying your government. They were trying to keep this from getting out! They forced us to sign an oath of secrecy, saying we could be killed if we told anyone about the symbols. I was pondering how I could leak the information to the world; this was obviously HUGE!!
I noticed students, braver than me, sneaking under the tents to take pictures of the alien messages. And they weren't getting caught! I figured I'd stay out of trouble for now, but REALLY wanted to figure out a way to defy the system without risking my life.
That night, a couple of semi trucks full of college-age kids showed up and stormed the government tents! Some were beaten and arrested, and some made it to the tents and uncovered the space rock! I wanted to help. I wasn't afraid of police brutality, but rather obtaining a criminal record and screwing up my future. Then I though of MLK jr and if I'm not willing to be arrested life everyone else, then I'm a coward. I asked one of the guys what the penalty was; one said a year, another said life. I said screw it, went and took a picture of the alien runes, and ran off.
That's all I remember. It was cool as hell!

In which I break my #1 rule yet again. >_<

04.02.2013

Music Defines Reality + Sleep Paralysis (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I become lucid after some weird episode of talking to my friend's GPS. It is a very low level of lucidity.

I'm walking down the road, convinced that it is important to go home right now. As I'm walking, I look behind me and see a woman walking a little girl on a leash. It becomes apparent that the little girl is a zombie. They are pretty far off, so I figure I am not in any danger.

Suddenly, suspenseful music begins to play. It's really creepy, and I look behind me to see the zombie girl growing closer. I keep walking. Now, the music is growing in intensity, and I hear rapid footsteps behind me.

I fly into the air, figuring I'll be safe up here. I'm wrong. I turn to see the zombie in the air with me. She tears into my arm, ripping the flesh away to reveal blood and muscle and bone. It is incredibly painful.

This somehow triggers me to become stuck in sleep paralysis. I am now lying in what feels like my floor, unable to move. This horrible sensation is now shooting through my leg. It isn't pain, but it is uncomfortable enough to be just as bad, if not worse, than pain. I would have been writhing and screaming in agony if I could actually move.

After this passes, a rather unpleasant woman in her mid 40's begins molesting me. Again, as I am unable to move, there is nothing I can do about this. This goes on for quite a while until I have a false awakening. I sit up in bed thinking it's over. As soon as I sit up, my vision goes fuzzy and I see weird shapes floating all around me. I can't get a grip on what's happening, and soon fall back over into sleep paralysis.

I am sick of being paralyzed. I consider turning this into a lucid dream, but I worry that I'll just have more chains of false awakenings and sleep paralysis issues.

At this point, I manage to open my real eyes, still unable to move. It is already morning according to the level of light. I struggle to keep my eyes open, but I manage to focus on my colorful bedspread until I finally jolt awake for real.

I forgot to post this one yesterday.

04.01.2013

Chase of Fools (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Early one morning, I hear the school bus go by and I realize I've missed it. ((What I fail to realize is that I graduated high school nearly a year ago...)) I run outside and see that I will never catch up on foot. I guess I'll have to drive.

My neighbor Melissa has also missed the bus, so I decide to give her a ride as well. After I turn off my street, we are on a road that should lead straight to the school. Instead, we end up in some weird complex.

No longer in the car, we are walking on foot through the complex. I become lucid, because missing the bus and then getting lost is a common dream sign of mine. I decide that all I really want to do for this dream is to explore.

The complex is basically made up of short walls surrounded by a barbed wire fence. There are three sections to the complex, each one taller than the previous. As we are walking through this rather boring place, a tall naked man with deathly white skin and no face comes up behind us. He is angry that we are in his complex. He clearly wants us dead.

I am in no mood for a chase, so I figure that if we just get out of the complex, he'll go away. With a combination of flying and climbing, I make it out and head into the town. Unfortunately, the creepy guy is still following.

I decide to just ignore him out of existance. The only problem is, everyone I come across intentionally says something to remind me of him, so he continues to chase me.

I lose lucidity somewhere along the line when I have a false awakening. I make it back to my house, where I find horrifying sigils drawn everywhere. I recognize the sigils as a sign of an incredibly evil demon lady who has apparently tormented me in the past. I am trying to figure out how to get rid of her again when I wake up.

4:12 AM

I am laying in the ash of some BBQ pit in a park. I realize I had been daydreaming and laying there far too long. I get up to go pee.

I am in some strange shower house with dirt floors. I pee into this strange monkeybar/urinal with a puddle on the floor to hold urine. As I am peeing a young Kimmie kicks pee back into my face. I say "You got pee on your foot." she replies, "Well you got pee on your face". I say, "Well its my pee." Im really not bothered by it but I wipe my face off because I can feel the wet now.

Tim shows up and starts talking."You know how.Brenda always likes to be green... but she's not so much anymore".

Non-Lucid
Lucid
Not-Dream

13th March 2013

I was walking through a series of rooms. Each room was about 2 metres cubed and each had a table with 4 chairs. The table, along with the chairs filled up most of the room and didn't leave much room to walk around them. On the other side of the room was an arch way leading to another room exactly the same but the table and chairs were a different colour/pattern. This continued as far as I could see. I walked around the table and chairs and kept going through each room while only look ahead. I had the idea that there was food at the end of this and I suddenly felt extremely hungry. This continued for about 5 minutes until everything faded away and I woke up.

14th March 2013

Sleep - 12:00am
Wake ups - N/A
Finial wake up - 7:00am

I was sitting on a wall on a quiet street. I could hear two people arguing about whether Nikola Tesla or Thomas Edison was better.

15th March 2013

Sleep - 12:15am
Wake ups - N/A
Finial wake up - 6:30am

I am getting ready to go to my driving lesson. I was rushing all around my house for because I thought I was going to be late.

31st March 2013

I am investigating a house. There were no lights on in the house and it was in the middle of the night. I only had a small torch to help guide me through the darkness. I was in the back garden of the house trying to get in via the back door. It was locked and I didn't know how to lock pick a door so I decided to see if there was any other way in that was unlocked.

I walked around to the side of the house where I found a side door that led into the house. I tried to open it and I found that this door was unlocked. Inside was a large garage with shelves all along the walls. I pointed my torch across the room looking for another door that led further into the house. I found a door on the far side of the room and I had to carefully walk around various object on the floor to get to it. I opened the door and walked through. I found myself in a large dining room with just a table in the middle of it. The room had no decoration anywhere.

I walked around the table and spotted a staircase that went up to the next floor. I slowly walked up the stairs and I made sure I didn't make any sound while doing so. As I walked up the stairs I heard footsteps coming from a nearby room. It sounded like they were walking around the room in a loop. I carried on up the stairs but the last step made a creaking sound and the footsteps suddenly stopped. I then heard them start again but they weren't walking around anymore but instead they were now heading towards the door.

I heard the door handle start to turn so I quickly hid in another room which had no door. The room was completely empty. I heard a door open so I didn't have any time to find a different room. I hid in a corner that couldn't be seen if someone just looked in the room from the outside. I heard more footsteps heading towards me. Then I heard a male voice shout out "IT'S JUST A WAVE!” The person kept repeating this. Then I heard that person start running directly towards me.

Then a person dives into the room I’m in while still repeating that. They land face first onto the floor in the middle of the room. When he hit the floor he didn't move or make a sound. I saw that it was the pope and this freaked me out a little. I stayed there for about a minute or so until I decided I had to get out of here. I snuck out of the room and back down the stairs. I walked into the kitchen and I saw 4 women ghost sitting on the floor, looking away from me.

I turned around and started to run. I tried to find a way out of this house but I couldn't find a way out. One of the ghost women popped up about a meter away from me. I stopped running. The ghost said "Where do you think you're going?" Without think I started to chant something and she disappears with a short scream. I start running again but then another one appears and it does the same thing again. I start chanting something again and she disappears as well. This happens a few more times before the dream ends.

1st April 2013

Sleep - 12:10am
Wake ups - 5:26am
Finial wake up - 9:10am

I am installing a new carpet into a spare room in my house. The floor was stripped down until it was only wooden planks that supported the floor. I needed to lay down a thin layer of wood along every third plank. I started counting them but every time I touched every third plank it made a hole where I touched it.

2nd April 2013

Sleep - 11:45pm
Wake ups - 9:21am
Finial wake up - 11:10am

I was playing a board game with a couple of friends. It was like 3D Sudoku but you played against the other people on the same board. I don't remember much about how it was actually played. After a short while, Kane said "This is boring, let’s go and play Battlefield." All of us agreed apart from one who just walked off.

Three of us walked into another room and sat down on separate chairs. We all put on these hats that were connected to a small black box. The hats covered most of our heads and our eyes as well. When we all put them on it was like we were teleported into the game. I was on a team that had to defend a school from an invasion by the enemy. After a short period of time the enemy appeared.

We started shooting them but for some reason my gun had no bullets in it and I had no spare ammo. I ran into the building and headed for a stock pile of ammo. As I was running down one of the corridors I spotted an enemy who had managed to sneak into the building. I dropped my gun and picked up a plank of wood from a nearby pile of rubble. I chased him into a room with only one way in and out. I walked up to him and hit him with the plank of wood. He vanished in a puff of smoke.

I heard something behind me so I quickly turned around a swung the wood at the person standing there. At the last moment I realised that it was a teammate and I managed to stop swinging the plank of wood at him just in time. He didn't even flinch and told me that we had won this battle.

took:
- no 5-HTP before going to sleep
- 0 dose galantamine + choline
- no Piracetam when I got up
lucid dreaming: 0 lucid experiences
note:
- tried out my new ZEO setup, with USB attached to a laptop for real time night tracking. When the laptop reads REM sleep from the ZEO it triggers a sound to indicate that it's "LD time".
- unfortunately the software I wrote needs a few adjustments, but I hope to try again tonight with a few bug fixes
- this new setup resulted in a poor night's sleep, with a poorly executed, way too early, WBTB

I tried the FILD technique last night, but I woke up after my REM state which made it so hard D: anyway I did recall some of my dreams although not in a lot of detail.

I was in my living room and some kids from my English class were doing a controlled assessment. I was the only person that didn't know what to write. My teacher kept calling her husband to come downstairs as if it was her house, and eventually went upstairs to get him.

Whilst she was upstairs this boy Kaylan opened up a bag of Haribos, I grabbed a handful and I went to my kitchen to stash the sweeties, but strangely saw my teachers husband emerging from the kitchen. He had grey hair and looked about 60, he gave me a stern look. This confused me because my English teacher is young and pretty.

Next I was in my school after hours and I was viewing a presentation with a few other children about jobs in the Army. I considered becoming a Medic in the field.

I'll try the FILD technique again, and report back tomorrow :3

There I was on a rooftop (a flat rooftop terrace together with a bunch of other people searching through the chimneys for God knows what, when one of the DCs (a servant girl) asked me,

"I beg your pardon, madam, but is it in London already?"
Me: "What?"
Her: "The plague? We are under lockdown here, madam, because of it."

I think she meant quarantine - which in hindsight is of course nonsense given the fact that I had just come from London and here I was, but my dreaming self actually did not noice that. I started denying it:

Me: "No, it is not. You got the plague here?!" When suddenly I remembered otherwise "Actually, yes, yes, it is." Moreover, I in that moment realized that I most likely had it.

However, out of some reason I was not too upset about that in the dream, and in fact part of me thought this could be an advantage somehow. How? Would it help in our search for bird nests? For Santa? For thiefs? Or whatever it was that we were looking for in those chimneys?!

Thos was a very vivid scene, complete with British accents and all.

I was in a weird building. I do not remember scenery clearly but it
looked like school. I was talking with my friend and man in our age.
Cause his request we were looking for suitcase. I do not remember what we were
doing but at last we've found this suitcase. After that all goes crazy.
I was lucky because that man had a partner who looked like mafia boss(he
was fat for example,his hair was gray etc. that's obvious I'm describing
like it looks like in films). That man(I've just known it) rang to him and
told him to kill me because I know too much. :P He answered "That's your job."
Meanwhile he was passing next to my room(doors were open). I hid somehow and
after he's gone I started run. I've rampaged on this man and started fight like
with boss almost every CoD series or another low schematic game.
I've killed him when he almost killed me :E just before that he covered my
legs and I couldn't escape(muscles in body get harder immediatly) from his
"grab" so I started to crawl to the cover. After few second(I was still
crawling) my friend got mad (I was talking about him in the first line).
He tooked that "man" pistol (yeah I didn't take it after fight that was
pretty stupid :]) and started shooting to everything. In a short delay he
marked me I couldn't escape because of that man... I got few bullets into
back and... I do not remember what happened next. I guess it was end of dream
or I do not know how to call that in english. It's like when you wake up but
are still in dream. Maybe "false awaken" ? x)
I hadn't dreams like that before. I remember I've always got a dreams about sex O_o or nightmares which made me "lucid" in a dream. ( I love when I've got an nightmare and I've become lucidity. That monster/people/plants/everythings' shocked expression. Like their running away. Like everything is going in a right way).

Dream recall from today's naps.

Nap #1(fragment):

Can't recall much, but there was something related to plants.

Nap #2:
Dream 1(fragment):

There was some kind of challenge where one should manage to go through a bunch of various traps on platforms over the spike pit. Judge, me, and some other dude were on the side of the pit. Dude was about to jump but the judge stopped him and said that he's disqualified, when he asked why, judge said that's because he was partly a dragon apparently, and that's not allowed. Dude was disappointed and left. I was the next to do it and i got some kind of list with rules and it was indeed saying that nothing dragon related was allowed. I was annoyed and i became lucid from that somehow, realizing that i am dreaming, i activate my wings and feel them, i want to look at them but my field of view gets all weird, i do an flip in the air towards the judge and then yell "So what now?", 'What you do now?". He stares at me like an NPC who is not programmed to do something in that situation. Shortly my field of view gets even weirder and dream fades out.
I wake up but the room is different, though before i can do anything i wake up for real.
I decide to try DEILDing from there but i drop into unconsciousness.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing some kind of game where i controlled some cartoonish character, there ere a number of levels coming along the huge zeppelin of come company, then later there was cartoonish child that had to be escorted through levels. Then finally there was a level on the Zeppelin itself, there was another child that was enemy and he tried to confuse me about which child is correct, he was successful and i attacked wrong one, it went berserk and was all red, and was attacking back like crazy, as result character that i was controlling fell from the Zeppelin, on the ground i eventually found the correct child and finished the mission. Dream skips.
I was near some house that was built in the center of graveyard, there were lots of policemen and i apparently didn't wanted to be caught or something. There was also one friendly policewoman, i explained something to her and she helped me to get through. On the graveyard, i started dropping tons of money all over the place, while saying something about donation( ). Everyone started collecting it and then dream ended.

I am lying naked in bed next to some man. (not at all sexual) I feel self conscious and try to cover myself as much as possible. The man makes not effort and I avert my eyes. I attach what looks like earbuds to my nutsack. I use the left one and he uses the right one. The line goes to some clunky handheld box with a touchscreen. There are several audio readouts. He points to each one.
"Cellphone, Radio signal, An SD card, Oh here's one." He touches what looks like a voice recording. The voice says, "SUSPECT!" in a deep rumbling voice.

I think how odd we got a radio signal from our nutsacks. But the man was looking for EVP and he asks the voice, "Why did you says suspect? It is because we a lying here like this.
The voice replies now in a typical creepy EVP sort of way. "HELLS. YES."

I become frightened and tell the man that I don't want to talk to it anymore and I run away.

WTF?

I had another short dream that I was working at Wal-Mart. I keep entering my employee number from my real job in price scan machine but it never works for me.

I'm pretty sure I had a lucid after a brief WBTB using MILD but I just can't remember it.