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I was playing some weird western-styled game in coop with someone, we were going through some town and sniping some enemies, eventually we have found enemy leader and killed him as well.
Later in dream there was scene where i was going to school apparently and then hiding from someone and there was a bunch of AI War building icons floating around. Later i was trapped in the bathroom which had two doors.

There is kind of erotica in this one (Nothing actual, just talk of it), I guess that's why it was so vivid and exciting and I could remember quite a bit.. I didn't see any ruling against erotica in the DJ, but if there is please take this down, I have no intention of going over the rules.

I remember sitting in a room (in retrospect it was very similar to a classroom in which I study often, one that looks like a bomb shelter, with blue chairs with tables connected to them, and I think there was a board behind me) with 100 girls (The number came up in the conversation, I don't remember any of them except two girls with whom I have little to no contact with IRL, and one of them I find not attracting in the least), and my sister. The idea came up that they would all give my a blow job (NOT including my sister)... they agreed, I agreed, we moved on.
A small scene I remember was that one of the girls I knew came to me, and asked me if I was in 3 units math (Lowest level of math you can do to get a high school diploma), I said "God no", she said "I can't do this then" and walked away. I remember my heart beating like crazy (And, well... another organ about the same...).

I remember driving in what I think was some black jeep. Sky was blue, I was sitting in the left seat in the back, staring out the window. next thing I remember is reaching some building (I don't remember leaving the car), a ~10 meter tall meeting with glass walls, inside there were many round tables with tablecloths on them and a bar, not sure if there was an event inside, there were definitely people. The tables, the floor and the bar were white. I entered the building, and I remember meeting a kid there, one with whom, again, I have extremely little contact. He asked me where a friend of mine was (A close one), I pointed out of the window and there he was.

We skip to me and my sister walking down the street, in parallel to the entrance to the last building. She gave me sexual advice, I couldn't remember any of it. The street was full of people, yet I didn't feel slightly embarrassed by the conversation (I guess it didn't come to my mind, even though I'm very uncomfortable about these topics IRL).
The last thing I remember was arriving to a building that also had glass walls, but also had beige walls from the inside. I never entered it, but I think I might have seen a girl inside.

Few Notes:
-Started DJ a night before this one, but I was empty of dreams.

-Last dream I remember (Not recorded though, it's been a week ago or so) was also an erotic dream with quite a bit erotic action in it.

-I figure this might have some significance, I'm a virgin. Never had a GF before.

-I wasn't very aware at the time, but IIRC I remembered way more about the dream (The sexual advice, the conversation at the start, possibly the girl inside the last building), back when I was at bed, but I thought those were just thoughts, not dream memories so I didn't write down at the time (Even though this has happened before, I didn't think it would work on me again.. I better prepare a few mantras about this for tonight). Only a while later I realized my daydreams are in third person, and this was definitely a first person memory.

-In my personal DJ I have all the names I know written, it just seems irrelevant here.

-My relationship with my older sister is far from a comfortable and sharing one, it can get to the point that I hate her guts. And even though she's a pervert (and experienced I guess...), and I would never take advice from her nor share anything like this with her (I wouldn't share it with anyone).

-I can only assume the part with the jeep was still part of the dream based on the sky, intuition, and possibly that's how I chronologically remembered it.

-I might have written fairly irrelevant info, but since I can recall 0-0.5 dreams a night.. I write EVERYTHING down.

That's all I got, this dream was non-lucid, of course, and it's the first dream I record with a DJ.

Last night was my first LD. I was only lucid for a short period of time but it felt good to finally be lucid.

I was in an unfamiliar kitchen with my parents and many of their friends sitting near a counter. I was drinking wine and chatting with the guests when I looked down at my hands and saw how abnormal they looked. They were swollen and my fingers looked like cones with fat basses and skinny tips. I instantly knew i was dreaming and naturally became very excited. I stood up and ignored everyone talking to me, simply laughing at the fact that they were all fake. I walked out of the kitchen and found myself in the sideyard of this unfamiliar house.

There was a door further down and felt compelled to walk through it. I did so and lost all control of myself in the dream but the experience was still quite interesting. This door was a portal to the house i grew up in which is thousands of miles from where i currently live. I had not seen the house for many years and it was doing so felt very refreshing.

I found myself in my bathroom and walked into my old room. I wasn't making these decisions myself, I simply went with the flow (semi-lucid). All of the furniture was there just as it was when I was boy but a new family lived in the house, they did not seem to notice my presence. I walked through the house and saw clearly the old cabinet I used to sneak alcohol from. I continued my tour of the house and saw bottles of wine everywhere from the current family. Eventually I returned to the bathroom where I had entered the house and found that the portal was gone and I couldn't go back, but felt little urge to even do so. This is where I woke up.

While I was lucid I did not feel the desire to try to fly into the air or surf a giant wave as I though I would, and did not go to my childhood home on purpose. However, one of my goals of lucid dreaming is to go back to the places I grew up so I guess my subconscious took me there. I do not know why there was so much alcohol in this dream; I have never been much of a drinker. All in all, I am happy that I was lucid however brief the lucidity may have been.

Lucid
((The parts where I see him as Liam and become Saja feel different, like I'm on the edge of being lucid, but I don't make any choices. I just have clarity.))

The beginning is a little hazy. I was a member of an archeological dig in the desert. A man from the government came in to

find a missing woman and debunk our findings. He was being an irritating, arrogant ass, who kept ignoring facts and wouldn't listen to me.
There's a tent pitched alongside a wall, the wall looks like it belongs to the outside of the house I grew up in in MA. Out of the corner of my eye I see a dirt floor and observe all the 7x10 photographs tagged to the canvas. The government agent, Jack, is speaking to a blond woman who pins another photo up and then exits the tent. It annoys me that he's still following the evidence this way, because he's ignoring the danger. He has his back to me, he's wearing a black suit, white shirt, with a thin black tie. He considers the line of photographs, hands on his hips.

I can't help myself. "Still refusing to follow the facts, I see." I say to him. He turns around and drops his eyes to the floor, smiling

a little.

"Oh. Hello again, Brenna." ((I've never been a Brenna before. Huh.)) He ignores my jab and looks after the blond woman

as she makes her way down the narrow canvas hall. "I was sad to see that she had dyed her hair."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"I have a particular weakness for women with black hair." He gives me a significant look, it's almost playful. He's giving me the

option to ignore it. It's only then I realize that I'm Saja. My hair is waist length, black and wavy. I'm even wearing one of her dresses, the hem falls mid-calf, it's a spring green-yellow with a white apron. I draw my hair over one shoulder and smile. He walks over to stand beside me and examines another line of photographs. As he crosses the floor, the wind snaps the canvas overhead creating gaps for the sunlight to stream in. Where it shines on his hair, it makes it look less brown and more red. The longer I look at him the more red there is. He suddenly reminds me of Liam. It's only when he's standing next to me that I realize he's the right height, too. Before I had seen him as my enemy and would not allow myself to find him physically appealing, but he's opened a door and I can't ignore it. Because he looks like Liam.

I turn to face the wall of photographs. They all look the same to me. It's dimly lit snow with a faded splash of blood.

"Well. As long as we're sharing. I can't help but notice how much red you have in your hair...and I have a certain fondness for

redheads." I stare at his profile while he looks at the pictures, and see a smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

I fix my gaze on the pictures, pretending to look at them, knowing that as I turned away he looked over to study my profile.
"Look at us. Being civil. Can't have that, can we?" He comments wryly. "Why did you come here?"
"I want to try one more time to help you see the truth, Jack."
"Brenna." his tone is sharp, warning. His expression turns cold. "I don't have time to listen to your tripe."
"TRIPE?" I exclaim, suddenly outraged. "Oh YES. Why bother with facts when you can make up whatever story you like!"
"You were falsifying your findings and when you needed proof that these 'creatures' exist, you murdered a young girl to fit your story."
"You are so incredibly wrong. How can anyone stand to be around you?"
"Well, naturally I'm offended by deception. Honest people get along with me nicely."
"Oh, I'm sure." I snap sarcastically.

There's a lapse. It's after dark. I'm fleeing the tent because I've stolen evidence. Jack caught me at it and is pursuing me with ill

intent. I also overhead him talking about the undercover agent in our unit that was meant to disrupt the core stability of our group, to try to suss out who exactly the murderer is. The landscape looks like the yard outside the house in MA. Where there is a small hill leading down into the neighbor's yard, the lawn fades into sand and the landscape becomes a desert.
I'm barefoot and I can feel the cool sand under my feet. I get a brief bird's eye view of his pursuit. I'm shouting over my shoulder as I run.

"How can you be so willfully blind? When all the evidence is right in front of you!" The dune to my left is, I know, actually a

sphinx that has been swallowed by the desert. I run my hand along the front paw, clearing it of sand. There's some sort of creature nesting between its front legs, close to its chest. I eye the thing and hope it hasn't noticed me. A little ways further there's a stone wall and a line of open doorways. I think I've lost him for now. I jog up the next dune and at the bottom of the following valley is our research and living trailer.
I'm inside now. I pass a guy who looks exactly like Sendhil Ramamurthy. I ask him where Nate and the new girl went off to and he says to the kitchen.

"Will you get them for me, I just found something interesting." He says.

Attachment 4750 I suck at describing this crap, so I made another layout. I cross the living room and go to hall, the door to the kitchen is slightly open and Nate has his back to the door and the new girl, who is Jack's undercover agent. She doesn't feel right somehow, she is raising a large kitchen knife.

"HEY." I say loudly. They both turn around, she drops the knife and looks a little embarrassed. "Looks like we found something.

You wanna follow me?"

They follow me back to Sendhil. We act like I didn't just find the new girl about to murder Nate. Sendhil talks about how he

just found some proof that our group had been infiltrated, but we won't know by who until we can get all the hands together in the morning. The new girl looks extremely awkward, I wonder why I'm not saying anything.

"Jack is on his way here."
"We can meet him outside if you need some time." The girl offers.
I grin at her a little, her cheeks flush. "Sure. Whatever you like."

There's a lapse. Sendhil is trying to show me something, it's a really confusing image. We're looking at something like a mirror

or a tv screen. There a thin metal frame around it and it glows a dim blue. He's sitting right behind me, chin on my shoulder, urging me to look and see for myself.
I see my own face, and his. I can't really remember what happens here. I notice the shape of my eyes, and the curve of my jaw.

There's another confusing moment after another lapse, he says he's going to meet Jack outside. I say I'm going to follow but

when I pass the mirror in the living room I'm a fat young man with pale green eyes and cork-screw curly hair. Then I try to put on my shoes but I forget my socks, and my shoes are shaped all funny. They look more like a walking cast. I don't want to get sand in them when I go outside. So I take them off and try to find socks...

There's another lapse and the story picks back up. I have traveled to a snowy place up north, I have tipped Jack off, telling him

that if he follows me there he will find the proof I've tried to convince him exists. That the woman he thinks I've murdered is actually here and alive. I meet him outside the house, he's huddled next to the wall. I sit down across from him.

"Oh, I didn't realize you'd be here." He says.
I let him pretend I wasn't the one who gave him the tip, and remain silent.
"He said he'll come get me. The girl wakes up every morning at the same time, like clockwork."
"I'm glad you're here." I whisper.
"Are you? Well. There's that at least." he pauses. "We're on different sides."

He looks so much like Liam that I forget he's Jack. "LIAM." I say, leaning forward so my nose is almost touching his. "Do you really think I care about that?"
He doesn't look startled or confused that I used the wrong name. He meets my eyes squarely and shakes his head once, just a little. I can feel my name on his lips. I want him to say it. He's never used my name in the dream.
I will him to call me Saja.
He opens his mouth like he's going to speak and then closes it.

"At least put your arms around me, then?" I say, disappointed.
"I..."
"It's cold."
"I can't."
I want to kiss him on the cheek but I don't. "Fine."
"I'll...see how things play out."
"As you wish."

He smiles a little but he looks sad. We hear the front door of the weathered shack open and we go inside. The girl we have come here to see, lost her fiance out in the snow. They thought she would die. Physically she recovered, but once she woke she would just do nonsensical things and spout gibberish.

"Can we speak with her?" Jack asks.
"You can try." Says her grandfather. "I'll give you ten minutes." He leaves the house and we proceed in trying to talk to her.

I don't remember any of what she says, but she goes over to this small round table by the door.

"You might want to be car---" she deliberately runs into it. "Yes. That's right, keep running into the table."

She and picks up the lamp, "You might want to not---" she then leans forward and knocks her head against it. Hard. "Okay, sure. Knock yourself out."
Jack kind of rolls his eyes at my sarcasm.

"I don't think we'll get anything useful from her, do you?" I ask him.
"I'm gonna talk to the grandfather again."

Now the girl is laying on the table, cuddling with the lamp, her head hanging off the edge. Her skin has an unhealthy blue cast and her eyes look strange.

"Odd are the hours that meet us at the gate." She says. I frown at her.
"What gates?"
"The ones on the edges. IT lives beyond the gates. Follows every grain."

She's really freaking me out and I get the sense that she actually did die out in the snow and whatever THIS is, is no longer human. She's changing into something else. Her lips look blue. She reaches out and grabs the front of my shirt. I tear it out of her grasp and join Jack outside. I'm am done with this creepiness.
He gives the grandfather his best and we start to leave.

"I guess that settles it. You didn't murder her."
"Someone sure did."

He stops me and gestures at my shirt. There's a splash of luminescent blue on the front. Just beyond him I see two tonberry trundle out from the darkness, carrying their lamps and stylized blue knives. There's a glowing blue orb on the ground, they're attracted to it. One of them starts to come toward me. Jack pivots and sees the tonberry.
"Uh oh."
We watch as the second tonberry viciously stabs the blue orb and absorbs its energy. The other one stops in front of me and makes a weird keening noise. I take off across the snow.
"What are you doing?" Jack hisses after me.
"I'm running ya moron. I'll be fine."
The tonberry follows me to the edge of the lake. Running is fluid, so easy. I dive in, and hear a splash as it moves out into the water. Swimming is even easier, I glide effortlessly through the water until I reach the other side and leap to the bank. There's a large snowdrift there, and on the other side I know is the road. I climb over the drift and fall into the snow on the far side startling three strange turkey-peacock creatures into flight. There are three giant zebras in the road. They are the size of draft horses, I know they are extremely aggressive. I grab a handful of snow and pelt the zebra stallion's flank hard, and then dive into a snow drift to hide.
A second later the tonberry bursts through the snow hill I climbed over, the stallion is offended, thinking that the tonberry hit it with a snowball...so the zebra tramples the hell out of it.

Gleefully triumphant that my plan worked, I wake up.

Before I go into detail, I must provide some context. A dear friend of mine had informed me that her great aunt was dying in the evening before I went to sleep. I had woken up at 3am for whatever reason and went back to sleep and actually jumped straight into a lucid dream. Instinctively, I began to call out to my friend's great aunt. I called and called, first using my voice, and eventually switching to mind calls. The dream was very dark and I wonder if I was really dreaming or just was just experiencing hypnogogia. Either way, her great aunt never came, and I was told later on in the day that she had passed away at that very hour. Talk about interesting coincidences~

05/06/13

Land of Confusion
I am lying on a towel in the middle of a green field. It is a very peaceful setting. I sit up and look around. At first I think I am alone in the field but then I see there is a man there with me. One solitary Templar. He is watching me from a distance. I figure I will ignore him but then I remember the tasks of the month. One of them is to tell a DC that they don't exist. This should be an easy one. I go over to the Templar, who seems unsure of what to expect. He says he is just there to watch, he means no harm. I say it doesn't matter. He isn't even real. He hesitates and then asks what I'm talking about. I tell him he doesn't exist. He pauses again and then says if he doesn't exist then why do I keep killing him and his friends. I ask how I can kill him if he doesn't exist. I can't kill something that doesn't exist. He pauses again. I remember the other part of the task of the month, which is to set myself on fire in front of a DC. I've already confused this Templar, why not go a bit further. I ask him if he'd like to see someone on fire. He backs away, holds his hands up, and says no, don't do that. I tell him I'm not going to set him on fire, I'm not a sociopath. I'll be the fire. I call up a small fireball and set myself on fire. It's warm but not hot. I'm on fire but not burning. The Templar just stares. He is totally speechless. He says I really am insane. I comment that I should've known. If I'm on fire he wouldn't piss on me to put me out. Typical Templar bastard. He doesn't seem to know what to respond. I hear a meow and I look down to see Grumpy Cat roasting a marshmallow on my left foot.

I summon a splash of water to extinguish my fire and then scoop up Grumpy Cat to pet the cat. Grumpy Cat submits to being picked up but looks grumpier than ever, she has a look in her eyes that says she would like to scratch my eyes out but for some reason she doesn't make any move to do so. Grumpy Cat wiggles in my arms so I put her down. She walks away, sticking her tail up as she goes as if she is flipping me the bird with her tail, telling me to fuck off. I am left alone with the confused Templar. I remember that I had been planning on checking on Nomad since I haven't heard from him for a while. I focus on opening a portal to find Nomad, and one opens. I am about to go through the portal when I wake up instead.
 
Captive Rage
After waking up from the previous dream I manage to go back to sleep and go directly back into the same dream. I am in the field of grass, the Templar is still there watching me as if nothing had happened at all. I focus on opening a portal to find Nomad and one opens. This time I am able to go through it without any annoying waking up. On the other side I am in trees, up in a tree. I hear the sounds of quite a few people not far off. I follow the sound, keeping to the trees as I go, jumping from tree to tree. I have the idea if I appeared in the trees that maybe I should stay there for now. I reach the site where I hear people without being spotted. I look down on the scene below. There are lots of Templars, some of them look like human Templars, others look like orcs.

There is an altar with a woman chained down to it, there are strange things crawling all over her. The things look like worms of some kind, and they are burrowing into and out of her flesh as if it was loose soil. I recognize the woman as Winter. There are a couple Templars watching the torture, but most of them are focused on a large humanoid panther that they have chained to a huge stone of some kind. That looks like Nomad, though he doesn't appear lucid. A Templar is right beside him trying to be heard, which is very difficult considering Nomad is yelling some of the loudest expletives I have ever heard. I look back down and see the altar is right below me with two Templars, both men, watching. All of the others are distracted. I form Witchblade into tow hidden blades and jump down on the two observing Templars, air assassinating both of them at the same time. The move is silent and does not get any attention. I am trying to get through the locks to free Winter when I realize Nomad is no longer yelling expletives. I can now hear the Templar telling Nomad that the sooner he cooperates the sooner Winter will get well. He resumes cursing at that Templar. I focus on a healing spell, using Voices to send healing energy through Winter. The healing energy forces the worms out and they burn in white energy. Winter seems to relax, though she is still badly injured. I sneak around the outside of the clearing to approach the rock Nomad is chained to from behind. They are locked, of course. I use the unlock spell from Harry Potter, alohamora, to open the locks and I kick myself for not thinking of the spell when trying to free Winter. As I unlock the chains, an enraged Nomad realizes he is free and grabs the Templar who has been talking to him, practically tearing him in two with his claws. He rips an orc Templar open and heads directly for Winter. One Templar yells to stop him, another one says if the first one wants him stopped to do it himself. Nomad reaches Winter and tears the chains off of her, they are smaller than the ones that had been holding him. He looks at her and is pissed even more, tearing into more Templars with such a rage that the remaining ones scatter. I open a portal to the moon, telling Nomad that Winter needs healing. The first place I think of is the healing springs. Nomad seems to calm down when he sees me and sees the Templars are gone. We go through the portal to the healing springs. Nomad sets Winter in the water, the water around her glows with a bright light as it has its healing effect. Some dirty black stuff washes off of Winter and disperses. I use my healing spell on her again, focusing more healing energy through her. The worms are all gone now, and the wounds they have made heal closed. After the healing she seems to be sleeping peacefully. Nomad is crying now, saying he couldn't stand watching them do that to her… and then he adds that they will pay for what they've done. Everything fades to black as I wake.

I am having this dream about my older sister, she is happy, she is going to get married soon and everything is gonna be great.

I wake up, and it hits me - she died, I hate it when this happens. The dream tricks you into thinking that everything is fine but it's not - it's like you experience that person dying all over again - it is the worst feeling. I picture the last time I saw her boyfriend, they were gonna get married - and now he is is left on his own. We are gonna go up and see him soon, bring the kids - try and cheer him up. But without my sis around anymore how long realistically will we still keep seeing him. We're just gonna drift apart.

I start to cry, I really sob uncontrollably, I still can't get over her death

I wake up ...

shit - that felt so real - she's not dead, a massive sigh of relief - the whole experience, it felt so real, felt like I just came from a parallel dimension. Almost like I have just jumped. Maybe it's possible? Just jump into a parallel version of yourself when the shit gets too bad - a version of yourself where none of the bad stuff happened. Or maybe I am having a psychotic break right now and she she really did die.

For the past month, I have been unable to remember most of my dreams, and if I do, it is only a fragment of one. Now, I usually would write these fragments down, but, for some reason, they almost-instantly disappear from my memory as I reach for my DJ beside my bed and sometimes, under my pillow. This is semi-unusual but it normal only happens about 20%-30% of the time, but, it has risen about 100% of the time.I need help.

I didn't write down my dreams. really, I'm getting lazy. I know I should, but I just roll over and go back to sleep, and only remember snippets.

My mother was in one of them again. And I remember another one being quite scary (or meant to be scary; "scary" dreams have never bothered me haha).

I need to put in a little more effort if I want a lucid dream...for all I know, I could have had one last night!

Still catching up

Date: 2 May

Total sleep time: 6 hrs

Recall method: tried to memorize dream, recorded when opportunity

Fragment1: It looks like I have bought a pack of snickers, which is actually mars, but when I have a look it is snickers again

Dream2: I am in a building, most likely trying to find my way out, but parts pf the building are locked. Some specific women have relationship with bad guys who are gang members. They are dangerous and soon there will be a fight between us and them. Later, a guy with long hair comes and helps us, so we manage to win. The gang members turn to more pleasant manga type of characters and we discuss the nature of time.

Fragment3: I am in a store where they sell stuffed toys. Initially, they are trying to get rid of the toys by giving them away, a bit later they are selling them with discount. (I really should notice this more often, first it is A, then it is actually B). I relate these toys to DV, and wonder if I should get some and send them to DV members, but I don't have the address.

Fragment4: I am near a familiar park in my hometown. I see some unemployed women, they carry a sign that they are looking for a job. I try to cross the street, when I see a bear cub and a cat. In this case, I try to walk around because I am rather cautious, but soon come close to the animals. I focus on the cat which starts to purr and does cat movements. I unintentionally startle it a bit.

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Date: 3 May

Total sleep time: 7 hrs

Recall method: tried to memorize as much as possible, noted when opportunity

Dream1: I think I am supposed to meet a guy and am thinking about going somewhere as the scenario develops. I am in some bed and there is a transparent line that is like a field of energy. This field is very dangerous, it comes like an earthquake through space and then can kill you. I am trying to keep my distance from this line and expect it to appear once again, but surprisingly to me it doesn't? (Good time to RC even in this crazy scenario!)

Fragment2: I am going to an event and am on the bus station (add to DS) with my classmates. I am actually coming and then going back to HK.

Fragment3: I am sitting, looking at a table with lots of food. I also see some piglets. I begin to ponder whether they can actually associate the food with them becoming food themselves. I don't want them to get affected by this.

#1 - House Sitting [Non-Lucid]

Supposedly I was looking after my friend S's house while she and her family were away on vacation, but it didn't actually look like her house. I had my PSP with me and I was playing some game on it that was like filled with these giant patterned block towers that you just had to bounce this ball down in certain ways and see where it goes, hard to explain exactly but it was very basic yet trippy. Someone was there who I think was fairly unstable but I remember them being N at one point, and I was trying to show him the game but on a bigger screen. There was an old TV set up in front of the bed in the room we were in and a flat screen TV up on the back board of the bed, so first I tried the former with no luck. We decided to try to move the bed to try the latter, and as we did drawers of it started opening up and I saw this cute bathing suit in one that was mostly teal with some black. I randomly decided to pull it out and put it on, which I think it might have just skipped to not have to justify why I changed in front of N.

By the time I payed more attention to the bed again I noticed that it was completely flipped around and I figured we were probably just about good to try to hook it up again, but then we heard voices coming from outside the room and I knew that they must have returned from their trip, and I had known in the back of my mind that they were supposed to be arriving soon. I took the suit back off and just shoved it back in the drawer from behind the bed as S came into the room and N just kept her busy. She didn't seem to care that the bed was backwards. Strangely the first thing that happened is that S asked N how his trip was, but I rationalized this to myself by thinking that N must have just gotten back from vacation as well right before coming over to hang out with me. But that's the last thing that happened.

#2 - Trip Sitting [Non-Lucid]

I was at my house in my room with S there, and strangely I was holding on to her and she seemed to be slowly losing her balance. We were standing at the foot of my bed and suddenly I realized that if she swayed too much she might see my bong that I have in a place where most people won't see it, and I become nervous because she doesn't approve of weed. She actually does look in just the right place to see it, but there seems to be something wrong with her and I don't think it actually registered.

At that point she became this guy PR who I knew and occasionally saw and had classes with all throughout my public school career. I believe I suddenly gained false memories at this point, because I remember somewhat vividly remembering this but I don't think it actually happened, of him smoking DMT, for what I think was the first time. He's becoming more and more loose in my arms and so I just slowly let him down on the ground. He's totally immobile and just to make sure I'm not crazy I check his heart rate. It's fast but normal, so I just wait it out for a few minutes, which the dream kind of sped through.

I was sitting next to him on the ground when he started to stir. He was moving clumsily and muttering some ramblings to himself, so I just put my hand on his back and told him to calm down and take it easy. He takes a breather to orient himself, and then he looks at me and asks "What just happened?" I was still trying to make sure I had the situation right myself, so first I asked him if he even remembered anything. He said yes, so then I briefly described a DMT breakthrough to him and how it can take you to another world full of entities, and I asked him if that's what he experienced. He said yes while still looking very mind-blown, so I patted him on the pack and said "Congrats, you want more?" His eyes got wide and he said "Noooo...." and I just laughed and said don't worry about it, obviously he would need time to integrate. I jokingly pointed out that we always have weed instead and was thinking about going to grab the bong, but then the dream ended.

Had a very minor lucid dream last night.

The earliest part of the dream I recall I was on a coach going on some kind of trip. I didn't recognize anyone around me. However I did see someone I used to have very strong romantic feelings for years ago. I went to talk to him. I don't remember what we talked about but I remember him saying he owed me a drink or something and he was being friendly and seemed to want to get to know me better which I was really happy about. The coach stopped off to get petrol and me and this guy (for the sake of this lets call him T) went into what looked like Waterstones or Borders. Suddenly his kindness died off and he started being horrible to me. He went off to look at some books whilst I wondered off up some stairs feeling confused and hurt. I remember thinking "this feels a lot like a dream. I haven't seen T in years" and then it clicked and I was lucid.

I didn't have complete awareness or control. A lot of it was still fuzzy and I felt an urgent need to go and find T. I ran around and found him on some stairs. Now a lot of the time T appears in dreams (lucid and non-lucid) and a lot of the time when I want certain DC's to appear who I have romantic feelings for T appears instead which gets very annoying.
I stopped him on the stairs and told him I was sick of this and I didn't appreciate him turning up and I wasn't taking anymore of this again. I rambled on about a load of other things and eventually told him goodbye.
He looked a little confused but he said he would leave and with that he was gone. Soon after everything went grey and try as I might to stabilize I lost the dream.
When I woke up I felt a bit like it was a lucid dream wasted. I could have gone off and done something fun but now I've woken up a bit and thought about it I guess it was quite an important dream. Hopefully that's the end of T hijacking my dreams.

Anyway hopefully tomorrow I'll have a less serious and a much more crazy and bizarre dream for you.

Dream recall from today's naps, barely managed to fall asleep but got minilucid out of it.

I was at the stairs location near the exit from my home, i was talking about transformation with someone and we were switching some portraits on some screen deciding who can come up with the best form to do for some event. At one point he asks me "Will you rather be ____ than ____?"(can't recall words), i respond "Why not?" and then he tells some joke and dream fades out.
I wake up and take off headphones, noticing that binaural beats are still playing, but shortly i...
Wake up again and i take off headphones again but then i wake up properly.

May 05 - 8:56 a.m

Sitting in a casino with lavish surroundings with a guy who looks like Birdman. He had rings on all fingers and lots of diamond chains on. He had diamonds in his teeth, i was sitting across from him in the casino environment talking with him and i got to see an in depth look into his lifestyle. At first i thought he was on hard drugs the way he was talking to me because he talked like he was putting little effort to pronounce the words, very quiet and mumblish. Once he took his glasses off and looked into my eyes i got the feeling he wasnt on hard drugs, he was just the most intelligent being ive ever seen, it was an intence feeling seeing his eyes, its even hard to describe. He had cataract looking eyes , they were very glazed , very bright light blue eyes, they looked like ice almost. He told me" Never take from the earth. Don't even touch it unless you absolutly need it, even if some1 is offering it to you. Crazy feelings. I woke up right after he said that because my window was open and i was freezing.

i keep dreaming about the sun and sun related things, like his cataracts. Ive been looking at the sun for 2 weeks now and i have filthy rich people show up in my dreams recently.

[Home from work around 3pm. Sleep from 3:15pm to 9:15pm - deep sleep without dreams. Sleep again at 12:15am, alarm set 4am. Woke with no dream memory and back to sleep immediately. Woke around 6am.]

Dream 1
Finally, I get to take a nice hot bath and just relax for a bit. My tiny cat Harley is sitting in her usual spot on the side of the tub staring at the water. Suddenly, she overcomes her fear of water and just jumps in! She's so cute, swimming around in little circles but as she settles down and just sits in the water, I start to panic the water level might go over her nose and she would drown. I drain a bit of water from the tub and almost regret it as the chilly air hits my skin. She must have felt it too because she climbs up onto my chest and curls into a wet, furry ball. Perfect, I can get some more water back in here now.

Dream 2
I'm living in my grandmother's house again and my bedroom is downstairs. I just bought a futon and want it set in front of the TV, so the room needs a little rearranging. Time to take a break and get some homework done. There's a paper due in History in three days, so probably time to look at that. Looking at the assignment for the first time, the question follows a "what would you do if" kind of format but the scenario is incredibly vague. How close to this scenario do I have to stick? Can I change the plot? Characters? What we're doing? There's no way I can write it like this. [For the life of me I cannot remember what the question was, but I was having a lot of trouble!] Well, at least it only has to be three pages long. I'll just ask the instructor tomorrow and bang it out. Mouth falling open, I realize I've made a gross mistake. The paper isn't 3 pages long, it's 23 pages! Oh. My. God. NO way I can get this done in time. Panic sets in.

Dream 3
Finally given the opportunity to open my own business, I open a drive thru restaurant from my bedroom window. Aaron, my latest trainee from the manager program, is working with me as well. The night has been slow, business-wise, until about 5 minutes before closing. I would love to serve the guy, but he's driving a semi-truck and there is NO WAY that's fitting in the drive thru. After explaining that to the driver, he gets very irate and demands I bring out some coffee. To appease him, I ask Aaron to get him a cup.
"But we ran out of coffee, remember?"

Oh shit! He's right! "Then give him some food. Just something to get him out of here."

"Bitch! I don't want any god damn food. I ASKED for coffee! You dumb or something?!"

At this point I am tired and in no mood to deal with this guy. Starting to lose grip on my temper. "Sir, there is no need to be rude. I'm very sorry, I do not have any coffee right now. I am more than happy to get you something else but if you are going to continue yelling at me, you can leave. Thank you."

I close the window, lock up, and turn the lights off. Hearing the guy peel out of the parking lot, I double check to make sure he's gone but now there is two more semi-trucks outside. What the fuck? Half hour later, now that everything is clean and we are ready to leave, the two trucks are still outside. Seeing me, the drivers get out and walk towards me. They look very similar - mid 20s, maybe 6 feet tall, shaggy brown hair, light skin, dark eyes - so I conclude they are brothers.

One in a leather jacket starts hitting on me and dropping cheesy lines which his brother find hilarious. Thoroughly annoyed at his obnoxiousness, I curtly tell them, "We're closed and I'm going home. Night." The second brother threatens to do damage to the house or something if I do not serve them. Of course, I still refuse.

Out of nowhere, leather jacket man starts throwing up and cannot stop. The brother, and then myself, start to panic.

"Call 911! What's wrong with you?!" For whatever reason, he takes his time picking up the phone. In attempt to calm down Mr. Leather, I sit down and put his head in my lap. However, he then throws up on me and the smell is so ghastly I'm about to be sick.

Fighting to keep it down, I yell again, "Did you call the fucking ambulance? Where is it?" A few minutes later it finally shows up.

The EMT jumps out of the back and yells, "Does he have insurance?" Since when do EMTs ask for insurance?There's no answer so he asks again.

"Yea, yea, of course he does. The card is in his wallet."

He reaches into his brother's pocket but pulls out three wallets. "Wait, is that my wallet?! You guys are thieves! This is why you didn't want to call for help!"

Then I see a small Latino boy by my front door. As the EMT calls the police on the thief, I walk over to the boy, but as I get closer I see he is terrified. "Como te llamas? Como estas?" "Estoy bien..."

He switches over to English and I'm impressed with how intelligent he is and how he has almost no accent. He explains the guy stole something from him, a very fancy painting, and now that he's super sick, the boy is worried he might never get picture back.

"Don't worry hon, I'll find it for you." The scene changes and now the thief is locked in jail. Well, he's not dying at least. I found the picture and gave it back to the young boy. He was so happy and his smile so brilliant with gratitude, I remember seeing sunshine in the background. Dream ends...

Observation
After each dream, I remember retelling each one to someone. I don't know who and they didn't say anything. It seems this happens a lot in my dreams lately. Is this how I might be remembering them so vividly when I wake up? Hmm...