Recent DJ Posts

Operation Homicide - Ep. 101 Bad-Ass McCoy is a series of my dreams where I take on the character of Bad-Ass McCoy, and kick ass. Whether it be random villains or Albanian drug lords, Bad-Ass can handle it all. So get your guns ready, cock 'em, and hand 'em over, because I'm about to do all the shooting.

Level of Lucidity: 1
Level of Clarity: 4
Level of Realism: 4
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)


Operation Homicide Ep. 101: There I am. In a fancy, modern style apartment building. I'm standing in a large ground floor room, that seems to be partially a gym, and partially a recreational room. There's quite a few dream characters around me, and I seem very confident in my ability to walk from one side of the room to the other. I walk to the other side of the room, and find a doorway with a staircase behind it. I climb the stairs for about four flights, and then the stairs simply end, with a ladder and a small roof door above it that requires the climber to push it open to continue their ascent.

I pushed it open, and had a look around. It was a standard apartment roof and seemed completely normal, but I did notice that it was a very hard angle to pull myself up and onto the roof from the ladder, so I just stayed on the ladder and looked around. After a few brief moments of looking, I began to lower myself down the ladder and descend to the ground floor. When I got the the ground floor, mostly everything was the same, except for the fact that most of the walls had been replaced with large ceiling to ground windows. Similar to this, but without the window pains:



Suddenly someone walks in and starts an argument with a lady behind one of the park benches conveniently located in the middle of the room. He then turned his head and stared dead at me. I felt something in the back waistband of my pants, and quickly reached back and whipped out a pistol. The man whipped out a pistol too, and began to fire at me. Luckily he was a retard when it comes to aim, and I managed to shoot him square in the chest, I believe killing him.

After that everyone looked semi-relieved. All of a sudden two more men come busting through one of the ceiling to ground windows. They both have guns but for some reason decide to run at me instead of shooting me. I decided not to shoot them and instead turn around and begin running up the stairs. (Dream logic...)

They weren't far behind me, but as I began to run up more and more stairs, I started skipping stairs and climbing 3-4 stairs with each step. I got quite a ways ahead of them, but then I got to the ladder. I climbed up it with ease, but then had trouble pushing the latch open to finish my escape onto the roof. The enemy caught up with me and one of the men grabbed a hold on my foot.

I looked down to the guy and said "Wait a second guys, let me get up here, I don't wanna fall."

The two enemies nodded their heads and said "Okay, good point" and then let my foot go so I could safely open the latch. I then decided it best to perhaps go back downstairs and make an exit instead of jumping off of a roof. The guys understood and followed me down. The guys and I commenced to telling some jokes and laughing on the way down about the guy who I killed. By the time we reached the bottom floor I snapped back to my senses and whipped my pistol around and shot both guys, but neither died.

I ran through the window that they busted when they made their entrance and I was just out of their reach of being able to grab my shirt. I ran around the back of the building and came all the way around to the side opposite of where they busted in. There was a bench outside of the window I was running towards, and everything suddenly moved in extreme slow motion. I ran up to the bench and jumped just enough so that my left leg landed on the seat of the bench. I looked back and thought to myself "Maybe they won't know how to jump and will just trip on the bench." It made zero sense, but after seeing what a derp their friend was, anything was possible. I jumped up and over the bench, and dived through the window, landing in a somersault.



The two guys simply walked around the bench and walked into the building through the giant hole I just made in the glass. I turned to them and without thinking shot both of them.

Everyone in the lounge area seemed very surprised and scared at the fact that I just fired my pistol indoors, and less surprised or scared that I just killed 3 people.

Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing and looked at me, until one guy shouted "Go get-em Bad-Ass McCoy!"

I casually walked out of the building through the front door with my new idenetity, feeling totally, 100%... bad-ass.

(Just the lucid part)

I'm on my driveway. There are no cars there. And about time, I'm lucid.
My senses of sight and touch are improved like crazy. I look down, and see myself barefoot on the pavement. And holy hell, it's all so clear.
To my sides along the driveway, the plantlife is rapidly growing and quickly turning into a forest type place.
I begin to stagger down the driveway, feeling the pavement and rocks under my feet so vividly.
I end up beside the tree out front and look to the sky. Excitedly thinking of what I could do in this dream, I then raise my hands up into the air and attempt to fly.

Then I wake up.

Me and my impulsiveness.
c;

18.06.2013

Group of Females Have Sex But They Slap Me If I Join In & Explosions Everywhere (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's hard to give out a decent description of the area I started out in, seeing as I didn't have much interest in recalling it from having the dream yesterday or Monday of this week. The first thing that I do recall is that I'm bracing my back against a wall, a very dark brown brick wall that eventually extends into a dark hallway the more I acknowledge the environment around me. I have several women, maybe 5 of them surrounding me, and I can feel their sexual energy and their enthusiasm of embracing themselves with penetrating each other with strap-ons and using sexual toys to enhance their experience and attachments to each other.

I simply wanted to view the experience at first, hearing their subtle moans and sighs of reliefs as they continue going through a system of just loving each other through sexual means. I was naked as well, and I started growing fond to how cold the wall and the floor I'm sitting on felt combined with the warmth that was expressed with these females. It felt as if they were teasing me, and it was hard to tell if they purposefully restricted me to join in, or if I was doing it to myself for some masochistic reason. I held on to the thought of them increasing their sexual vibes towards each other, even though the imagery and visualization isn't as clear since I woke up from the dream. I held on to the thought, and I eventually gave in.

I wanted to participate with them, seeing as now that their state of libido has augmented so much that they wouldn't be judgmental in who is penetrating who. However, when I tried to do so, I can only recall snippets of random moments that distracted me from the overall atmosphere of the dream. I didn't even see my own dream body anymore, but rather other bodies of males that I felt that I was controlling. And one that I was actually possessing, or taking the role of had white hair, about 20+ years of age, and looked like an anime character.

Then I realized these same women I was surrounded by looked exactly like the concept art behind an erotic animated series called Discipline and even Starless. *gulp*

Anyway, while I was trying to collect my thoughts and hopefully have sex with whoever is in close proximity, an explosion just random occurs. (Why does something always happen just when I'm 3 feet away from having dream sex...UGH)

All of the females and myself were soaring in the air from the blast, and while I'm in mid-air, I managed to control myself a bit more and immediately grabbed a blonde female that looked like Leona Morimoto (google that name at your own risk).

What felt like just grabbing her arm to hopefully save her from being injured from impact to the ground ended up with me holding her in my arms completely. She looks up to me and smiles at me, and from there, I started to becoming more enticed into her smile and the vibe she gave me. From there, I can't really recall what happened.

19.06.2013

Painting and Fixing a House (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream seems a bit inconsistent, but the overall plot was just to fix a house and make it look better.


Things start out where I'm in an environment where the gray skies gave an implication that it was about to rain. However, it didn't seem like it would end up that way, seeing as there's a decent amount of activity with dream characters aiming to make this randomly manifested house look a bit better. Although the house itself was just fine as it is, I decided to take part of making it better than it already is.

To the right of me is a ladder that's about 8-15 feet tall, and the person that's on the right side of it is an elderly woman that looks Asian. She's wearing a light gray shirt blouse or something including a black shirt or some dark colored shirt underneath it. She also has a dark-colored female dress pants as well, and she has her hands placed on one of the steps on the ladder. It seems that she needed help moving it, and I feel that I asked her a few questions on whether or not she needs help.

I then proceed to go near the house itself, and I get closer to one of the windows and one of the surfaces where random objects were on. It seems people were weeding out some things in the plant pots, and I saw a few small and weird creatures moving about, especially a spider that had an abdomen that was just a circle with legs attached.

Other than doing random things with the dream characters, I can't remember anything further than that.

_________________________

19.06.2013

Going Through a Castle (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Too lazy to describe this dream because it's just too trivial, very very very very trivial and had so many petty moments to it that it's hard to gather meaning from inconsistent data like this.

In short, I was just going through a hallway in a castle at night that also had windows opened to allow the moonlight to give a nice blue hue and created small patches of light on the ground, walls, and anything the light can get a hold with.

I eventually went through a series of random events to eventually open a room where the setting was afternoon and was in a backyard that was very peaceful. There was a pool in front and all sorts of things I can't be bothered to describe.

I was in a bar/ school/ I don't know. I was standing alone. I eventually made my way to the back, and recognized some people. They were people that I knew from a long time ago. All of the girls in the group were wearing black tops, and white skirts or dresses. One girl had a white top with a black skirt. I pointed it out to the group, and everyone started laughing. I then made my way back up to the bar. I noticed an Asian woman, sitting alone. I sat next to her, and offered to buy her a drink. She smiled at me, and I got up to get the drink. I found the drink at a desk, in another corner of the very large room. I walked around some more, until I reached a parking lot of sorts. There were about 6 circular pillars, 3 on each side of the room, leaving one row in the middle, which had tables and desks with people sitting in them. In the other two rows, behind the pillars, were hundreds of bikes of all shapes, sizes, and colors. I remember a small bike that had the red power ranger's face on the handlebars. It was painted red. The other was a very long bike, made to resemble a bottle of orange crush.

I went back to the Asian girl with the drink I found. The drink looked and tasted like completely watered down mountain dew. There were three men sitting in front of the girl now. They were leaning in towards her unnaturally. Two of them were black males, one skinny and one fairly hefty. The other guy, the guy talking to the girl, looked like Winnie the pooh, color and feature wise. When I got up to them, I could see the girl was extremely uncomfortable. The guys looked at me and started joking around and insulting me. I ignored them, and asked the girl if she wanted another drink. She told me to go find another table to sit at. This made the guys upset. They started to surround me. I was trying to tell them that I knew her, that it was fine. I ended up being a dick to them, and flipping them all off. They made fun of the fact that I couldn't fully extend my middle finger. They leave the bar, making threats on my life.

Flash forward, same place. I'm with the Asian girl still. Someone bursts through a door that I didn't notice before. He's carrying a newspaper. He's also visibly upset. He tells us that the two little guys ended up killing each other in a shoot out. Memories told me that a young boy, after the threat on my life had been made, approached us and told us he would take care of the guys that were harassing us. I assume he had killed the skinny black guy.

Flash forward, in the same place. It's empty now, only 1 or 2 people are sitting around. I recognize that I'm with Cole. He's standing next to me, along with another person. We approach a doorman, standing with his arms crossed, next to a door. He opens the door for us and pulls me aside. He points across a street that appears in front of me. He asks me if I see the women with the pink tights. I do, she is walking away from my location. He tells me something unintelligible about her, but I'm suddenly filled with rage. Cole has already started walking across the street, so I join him. I'm about ten feet away from the pink tights woman, when she goes into a building. I'm about to follow her, but Cole goes into another building, next to the one she went in. I follow Cole in. The store looks like a variety store or upper class pawn shop. There are two older people behind a jewelry counter, located in the front left of the shop. They are both Asian, one man and woman. I thought that were probably married. I follow Cole up to the jewelry counter. We look around for awhile, until Cole says to me, "I'm going to need a honest opinion on what to shoplift, here." This took me by surprise at first, but I realized it was Stefan's birthday. The Asian couple started arguing, and entered a backroom. Cole and I started throwing boxes that were on shelves throughout the store. We found that there was a silky material in the boxes. When you shook them, they would break apart into feathers. I grabbed a turquoise box, and it said we were handling swanskin. We threw as many boxes as we could fit into a black trash bag that Cole suddenly had.

Last night, I had what was probably the most real looking lucid dream I've ever had. This was pretty much the only time where I couldn't control things very easily though, so that was kind of disappointing.

Still, the dream itself was pretty cool. I'll explain it to you:

The setting was my house, but it was facing the opposite direction that it normally does. It was also in a different area... it was on an enormous grassy field with a few trees here and there. It was actually pretty beautiful.

Off in the distance, there was a huge pyramid. It looked like an Egyptian pyramid, though it was different because the top of it was rectangular, and it had strange symbols written on it. It was weird that I could see the symbols, because it was probably several miles away.

Closer to where I was, there were dinosaurs grazing. I saw some triceratops, hadrosaurs, and a tyrannosaurus came charging towards them. I wish I would have ran over and interacted with them, I don't know why I didn't. I also should have went to the pyramid.

I decided to run, and I got to where I was doing 50 mph or more, so I decided to try and jump and fly. I tried several times to fly but I couldn't get it (weird because I've actually flown before in dreams and didn't have much trouble).

In this dream, I couldn't control much of anything. The only thing I did was pull the ground apart and then close it back up.

Also, I don't remember seeing any people in the dream, but I did hear some murmuring about how I was an "Aztec God".

This dream ended after a few minutes, and I was in another dream (though I thought I was awake), and I was actually telling my DCs about the lucid dream I just had. I forget what they said, but I think one of them said that lucid dreaming was stupid or something like that, lol.

And also, I'm getting a lot better at initiating lucid dreams!

Bedtime: 12:20
WBTB: no
Aids: none
Recall: High
Vividness: Medium
Awesome Factor: Low

Sister and I are somewhere. Looks like a very open, one-floor apartment/house.
It doesn't feel like its supposed to be ours, but Dad has his office set up in one corner. I notice a paper lying amongst his things, which turns out to be a message from a mystery cousin who wanted to know something (if he should come?/something about us going on vacation?). The note says something to the effect that he wishes he could visit us/go on vacation with us (I feel like there was some vacation talk in all of this, but I'm not sure).

I start to question Dad and somehow it turns out the cousin is unable to come because his actions are monitored. I somehow draw a comparison between someone else I know about and the cousin, and figure out he's part of the Russian mafia and doesn't have relations with us for our protection (we can't know he's working for them).

I think this is the point at which we go outside. We seem to have gone our the back of the building. There is grass and some very low hills. Maybe some trees. Kinda looks like it did going out the back of my high school.

Anyway, I feel very smart for figuring all of this out and exclaim to Dad and Sister that I know why cousin can't come see us. At that moment I realize I shouldn't have said that, and I say that I shouldn't have said that because "they" might be listening. Dad agrees and suddenly this mystery cousin appears out of nowhere. He is around my age, medium height/build, chin-length dark blond/light brown hair. I think he's wearing a flannel shirt.

I don't remember what/if anything transpires once he makes his appearance.

*There was a documentary about mafia and gangs on TV over the weekend.
I didn watch it, but heard bits and pieces as I went about my business.

very vivid imagery of shopping for clothes!

there was a big smash tournament. me and sheridan got really far in doubles. i was playing marth, and it felt like i was using the joystick of a ps2 controller. "watch, my marth and doc are about to be sick." i remember beating a double fox team on pokemon stadium, lots of chaingrabs, and doing two neutral B's--the first one to catch his full illusion, the second one to get the shorten.

the next morning i was clothes shopping with my dad. sunny outside. I was at a store with all the things i wanted: a comfortable, heat-resistant flannel shirt, new colorful shoes that were stylish and comfortable too. talking to the guy who was closing the store. i had to be back at the smash tourney to finish my matches, but i figured the clothes were more important. I picked out a pair of black nikes, while he got me some converse in my size. too much cushion, though; it rolled under when i walked. he talked about rock climbing: "rock climbers love these Brooks. Less padding, and they're great for slabs too." I put them on, walk around, run a bit. great.

the coolest thing was the vividness with which i saw the clothes. i got the colors down and the patterns and everything--different flannels, with different size checkered patterns, and different shoes too. at one point my hair was super messy, but it was funny anyways. i figured i'd just buy a hat and then go back to the tourney

My favorite game's name is Kerbal Space Program. Its where you send little green men into space. I dream about it sometimes, and this time it felt as real as anything.

Length: ~1 hour
Type: Non-lucid

I started dreaming when a countdown was happening, I looked around and I figured I was in a spaceship of some sort. The dream then skipped to where we were in orbit around the Earth, and coming in to crash into another spaceship of some sort. I started screaming and pounding on the ship. The person next to me looked kind of like a James Bond type character. I started thinking about that, it seemed strange, and then that woke me up.

Prepare for a very weird dream alright?

Ready?

Good!

Length: ~2 hours
Type: Non-lucid

I was in my brother's room looking at a bomb sort of device, with five counters going down. I can't remember the numbers. They counted down, then my house exploded.

Then I was transported or something to a metal room with the same bomb like device, this time I knew what would happen. I pounded on the doors but no body came to help me, then that room exploded.

I was transported or something back to my house, and I was in my closet looking at the same bomb. I told my family to go out and wait by our mailbox (which was a long ways away mind you). I tried fingering at the bomb when my brother walked in, I told him to get out but he said he would only do it if I did too. The clock on the bomb was at 00002 and I ran out with my brother, then I saw my family playing 20 questions or something like that, and I asked if I could play too. I felt guilty because that would mean they had to start over again. Then the house exploded and I woke up.

Last night I tried WILDing because I have little in the way of dream success lately

I was perfectly comfortable. I tried the novel way of focussing on the tinnitus I have (and it seemed unusually loud...if it was like that all the time I think it would start to get to me) My arms became heavy and my hands had a slight pins and needles feeling (my arms were resting comfortably)

I get through the itchy tickley bit now by telling myself it's a stage on the road to LD. I began to feel hot and I switched the ceiling fan on low speed

I may have dozed off a couple of time because two hours passed very quickly. A few times times I felt that I couldn't breathe and I had to take really deep breaths (maximum chest expansion) and I never ever have to do that...and that was it really. I finally went back to bed


Is there ANYTHING in there that I could take comfort from? Should I have resisted the urge to breathe so deeply? (if that was even possible) and was I anywhere on the road to WILDing?

Wednesday, 6/19/13

last night bed 11:30

DR1 - 4:18am
I'm waiting in the line at the airport. Thinking they should have checked my passports already, before they check some other document. Then I see that the officer in front of me checks both. It's my turn. Another officer out of the both asks for my passport. I give it to him. He asks about an orange/blue piece of string he can see on my shoulder. I tell him it's from repairing the zipper on the pocket of my orange/blue jacket. And I also had other pockets reinforced. I know that may sound suspicious to him, and it does. Then they talk about codes on my ticket. It used to mean Budapest or Bratislava, but now it means Brussels. I guess those are the via airports.

DR 7:55am
I'm poor. Living with a poor family. We are going to look for a new place to live. It's in the basement of a school. We walk through halls full of students until we come to small, dark room, with dry leaves in the corner and on the small window that's up high, like a basement window would be.

Then we have people bringing some food items and shampoo and stuff. Sux to be poor.

06-19-2013 -- [This may have all been one dream or two or three that kind of flowed together. Either way, it works, so I am listing it as one dream.] I am in Buena Park near the mall, trying to walk to McDonald's to get some food, and mom is here catching a bus, so I just stop to kind of say hello. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people here, and when the bus stops, I am caught up in the crowd and kind of forced aboard. I don't have quite enough money for the fare and am afraid of getting in trouble, but the bus driver doesn't even seem to notice, and isn't worried about it.

I end up standing at the front of the bus, holding on to the railing and talking to the driver, though I am afraid he is going to be mad at the distraction. But he is explaining how they now routinely have security people on the bus watching everything else, so all the driver has to worry about is driving, and he can manage to talk to the passengers easily enough. I'm just kind of soaking it all in, learning what I can since I will soon be a bus driver myself. We just drive along, talking, though in the back of my mind I know I need to get off the bus soon, since I never planned to get on in the first place.

But somehow at some point the driver changes, and it is now a kind of large black woman (think Ros from Night Court or thereabouts) who is very late on the route, (like an hour or more) and is really stressing out about it. She has been ordered to just drive as fast as she can without stopping to let passengers on or off, so she can catch up with the route, which means I'm not able to get off the bus for quite a while. She finally makes it to Bolsa (which IIRC was actually out toward the beach, but in the dream is somewhere down near the Mall of Orange), which has her back on schedule, and we're finally able to exit, but she seems to take great joy in telling me there are no McDonald's in the area to eat at.

So I get off the bus, and find myself wondering how I am ever going to get back to Orlando, especially since I am in Washington or one of the Carolinas (no idea how, dream switch) but I find myself standing outside a fenced in back yard and listening to voices I recognize. Turns out I have found myself standing outside the back yard of the Kingslands. I can hear Chyanne and Cheryl talking, and soon Chy's mom appears and is walking toward me to let me into he back yard. Oddly enough, there seems to be no house, but she leads me down a ladder or some stairs into what almost seems to be a sort of storm cellar, which is where they live, now.

There are several puppies around, jumping all over people and licking them, and part of the discussion is about how they just got the kids backs (somehow in the dream they were taken away for a while, because of the overcrowding in the cellar, but it seems the issue was eventually resolved), and so they are running around, too. Chy is talking about how it happened because they were put under some sort of curse, and she is preparing a ritual to break the curse. It requires building a fire in the fire place with 42 sticks, and I am helping to put the sticks into the fireplace. I've just got the last of the 42 in there when Shane (is that right? Been a while) comes up with more sticks trying to add them. I try to stop him, but Chy explains there needs to be at least 42 sticks, but more will not hurt.

After that is finished, Chyanne and Cheryl are getting ready to go to work, and they work as seers, trying to tell the future for folks. But they are being sent to work in a small desert community, an area very different from where they usually work. As they are getting ready, Joel arrives home, and he is complaining about how his work has been forcing him to work next to a shoe store for the last few days, and today he almost caved in and went binge shoe shopping, an addiction he has been fighting against, as it caused their last bankruptcy. We're trying to convince him he doesn't need hundreds of fancy pairs of shoes. Leave that for the women.

So soon we're off at the desert, where the seers are somehow trying to stop and capture a gang of crooks. The whole thing is turning into a live version of Runescape, and this is part of a quest involving a lost desert that is separate from the Kharidian desert. We have to capture these thugs and take them back to the Kharidian desert, where we'll help set up a new 'gang' to challenge the current ones in the desert. It seems kind of like a human version of the See No Evil quest, where you reestablish monkeys in the desert. I can remember bits of the sawmill Runescape dream I had, and I think that quest somehow helped lead to this one. I've already done these, but I am glad to help my friends in completing these quests as well.

Oddly enough, the person who is going to lead this new gang is John Barrowman, who is a new Runescape player, though he hopes to advance well in the game. But oddly, he took the acting job of leading this gang without realizing it was part of a Runescape quest, so I get to explain it to him. He's been given a script to work with, and I am glancing at it, and it is actually a sort of a Runescape encyclopedia, about three inches thick, filled with hundreds of pages of small print, explaining the entire history, content, and future plans for the desert storylines in Runescape.

There are two vans that are going to be used to transport the newly caught thugs back to the main desert, and John is driving one of them. Somebody from the Buena Park First Church of the Nazarene is driving the second one, and as we are getting ready to drive off, my friend Dale walks up. He explains he has been hired to be the 'security' person to keep an eye on the passengers for this trip. He also doesn't realize that this is all part of a Runescape quest, and I don't have the chance to tell him before we begin the trip.

So we're driving back to the main desert (or perhaps the Church in Buena Park, not sure which), and about halfway through the trip, Dale joins me in our van. He also has the big, thick encyclopedia, but he hasn't had any chance to read it. I am explaining how this is all a Runescape quest to both him and John Barrowman, and trying to get them ready for what is coming. I've been poking around in the thing, and realize that this quest will lead directly into the wonderful quest that I dreamed about a few months ago, that involve setting up the new gang, and in the process, infiltrating a temple in the desert, dedicated to sexual adventures. (That was a very pleasant dream, though I don't know if it ever got posted.) I'm thinking to myself that John will greatly enjoy that quest, and also probably be very popular in it, but I am wondering how much Dale is not going to like possibly being involved in the one and only x-rated Runescape quest.

We're nearly there (at the corner of Orangethorpe and Stanton, I think) when we have a blowout on the vehicle we're driving, and John pulls us into a service station where they can change the tire. The vehicle we're driving has changed from a van to either a bus or a big rig (or possibly one of those odd buses that is a big rig) and the thing is being jacked up very high to work on it. Oddly, though the blown tire is removed easily, getting the replacement tire on the rim seems to involve having all the new thugs hold the tire against the rim, and then run it as hard and as fast as they can against a wall, trying to force the tire onto the rim. Very odd method of trying to do it.

---

06-19-2013 -- [Almost forgot this one, then it popped back into mind.] I find myself at Fullerton College in the 500 building, in a very weird situation. It is half college, half high school. I am both attending the school as a student, and getting ready to do some teaching. Outside the building, I run into Julie Davey, my journalism professor, and she is both attending as a student and teaching as well.

Part of the high school thing is a daily class schedule, as opposed to the M-W-F and T-Th style schedules, and there is a math class that is first period, and I am hoping to make it on time and manage to pass the class for once, but almost immediately, I find myself with Julie as she is about to lead us in to a tour of the remodeled Hornet Newspaper office (I've dreampt of the remodeling several times, recently), except I look away for a moment and have fallen way behind, as she leads new students through different parts of the tour.

I am standing by Julie's office, while she is down the hall showing off the basic journalism classroom (518, was it?), before she comes back to the Hornet office (which is the expanded room 512). Though the main room of the Hornet is about the same size as always, the small rooms all have doors and are much larger than they used to be. Julie's office is also much larger. So somehow I am almost more of a visitor than part of the newspaper staff, and I don't know most of the staff, as it seems to be a new generation, but I am still hoping to end up doing some stories and full-page spreads, as I just kind of wander around the rooms.

19.06.2013

RV Road Trip (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

* Running around on a river bank which leads to the ocean watching sea turtles hatch and find their way to the water. End up helping one who keeps going in the opposite direction of the water. But every time I place it in the water it crawls back out... In the midst of this frustration the river quickly starts to evaporate before my eyes, and I'm taken by an individual (who I think is Sonya) and we literally fly over the bottom of the river bed and watch all the different plant life as we head towards the ocean. I see anemone and interesting plants I have never seen before with dish like structures attached to their stem and a pool of bacteria cultures contained within them.

-Dream fades-

* Pulling and RV Riding in the back of a black car with the notions of going through San Antonio on a beach vacation. And trying to keep from being seen by a a guy who looks like Christopher Walken. Following another RV out of a populated gas station but only get a few feet when we realize we forgot to fill up, so we see a gas station which appears to be in the middle of nowhere and stop to fill up our RV. We get a call from the other people in the RV ahead of us saying that it's not safe and that "he" will find you. They tell us to drop everything and catch up with them but it's too late. I think the notion is crazy as is and instruct whoever is with me to keep at it.

-Dream fades- (Vague memories of flying criss-cross between the high overpasses of San Antonio but against my own will.)

* Arrive at the entrance to the beach which has high sand walls on either side for miles. The only entrance is blocked off and the guy who looks like Christopher Walken (the bad guy who allegedly abducted us) has us tunneling underneath. He ultimately gets us trapped in a big, sandy underground cave buy pulling an window unit air conditioner out of the only entrance/exit to the cave. I wake up trying to dig my way out again.

Comment: Stuff has been piling up and I just don't have enough time to properly journal, so here is a summary of the notable things during the last few days.

Sleep quality: I guess the caffeine frenzy of last week is taking it's toll and as I have been very sleepy in the last few days, to the point where I just can't do a proper WBTB

-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Date: 16 June

pre bed: brain multivits

The key words never made it to a proper journal entry. This is the second time I take those multivits, they have increased vividness, and added some unpleasant dreams and aggressive DC behavior, similar to last time I took them but a bit less emotional. I also had a guest related FA with unpleasant contents, after I was woken up by guest that came for the weekend.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Date: 17 June

pre bed: SJW

WBTB: p.oil capsules, 1/2 latte

Pre wbtb dream1: From the notes "Obe" and some other word I can't read. I checked with my feelings, and I get nothing. It is very unlikely that this was Obe/lucid, so this doesn't qualify even as suspicious.

Fragment2: I am looking through the HI lights but they are in the dream. I am able to see some events form in the lights/fog and conclude that I have developed special abilities irl.

WBTB: I was very sleepy and spent less that the desired time out of bed, so couldn't quite wake myself up. Fell asleep too fast.

Dream3: This dream was very long and vivid. I am first in some kind of bar talking to an interesting (in a non-sexual way) DC, that resembles a friend of mine, but he turns out gay and doesn't want to pay me any attention after the truth about him comes out? It is the middle of the night so I head home in some unknown city, have a difficult time finding my way back, but conclude it is because I am drunk.

I keep on roaming these unfamiliar streets, trying to find some transportation when I run into an old friend of mine. We have a very realistic conversation, and it feels like I am talking to the real person. It is quite late but he invites me to join them in another place where we can continue drinking. I look at my phone, that looks quite normal to see what time it is. Me and old friend are going to someplace but end up instead in the house of a female DC that starts seducing my friend. I try to leave the place and get my friend out of there.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Date: 18 June

Comments: I was sleeping very heavily again, got short-ld that I count as micro ld just before final wake

Mini-ld: I find myself in a room attracted to an unpleasant male DC. This looks very suspicious and I realize this is a dream. Unfortunately my impulses are stronger than me and I still decide to go ahead after doing a RC and taking some precautionary measures.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Date: 19 June

Comments: decided to take a break from journaling, WBTB, etc.

Dream quality and recall: vivid, recall of the last dreams was good

Dream1 micro -ld: I am on the street and lucid. Something that I hold in my hand draws my attention, it is a spherical object, the size of a tenis-ball. Didn't have much chance to look at it because this thing although a hard object is actually alive and somewhat aggressive, so I grasp with with all force, trying to move my hand and just throw it away. This is not possible because the object is very strong and has gravitational heaviness. I think I wake up after some struggle, then fall back to sleep.

Dream2: interesting story about some girl

Dream3: long vivid dream of me in some city

-------------------------------------------------------------------------
Progress with goals as the 19th morning:

- Do 100 RCs (23/100)
- notice real life DS 100 times and RC (19/100)
- 10 proper WBTB attempts -> days (8/10)
- 10 morning RCs (6/10)
- 2 proper WILD attempts (1/2)
- task flexibility
- journal flexibility

LDs: 12 (official count)
micro-lds: 7 (not counted)
suspicious events: 3 (not counted)