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I was walking to Subway, and these girls who I didn't know where dancing and scared me for some reason so I hid. I played a little bit of a video game where you have 5 pieces an hour and you fill in the pieces on a bridge (there was a map of the bridge) and walk across.

I texted H, my friend, and told her to meet me there to hangout. She wasn't like her normal friendly self and she was very cold and rude. She told me she had "grown up" now and no longer liked doing any of her previous hobbies "because she had a man to take care of her now".

I remember I was desperately trying to salvage the friendship (over text), but she ignored me. After that, I logged onto Tumblr and it was completely different. I logged onto H's page and you could tell where the curser of everyone viewing the page was.

Some of the other people on there were making fun of me for "not knowing how to use the site" even though I was using it normally. I contemplated how I would get new followers. I clicked on my comments tab (which was only on this new layout.) and I only had one from someone wanting to now what the monsters' names were on a drawing of cute monsters I did.

I went back to playing my video game, and I started over but the pieces I had filled in were still there. The female character (protaganist) was on a rant about Human racism against mythological creatures. The rant was unusually long for a video game character who wasn't in a cutscene. I woke up.

Okay, last night I didn't get lucid again. But I think I know why...so I came up with a way to change this now.

I'm in a hurry so I can't write much. Short interpretation of my dreams:

1st: Dream about a girl I dated and something about a waterpark.

Interpretation: Memories and wishes to meet the girl again. Waterpark was probably a memory of my childhood.

2nd: Dream about visiting my dad for the last time, he was about to die. I was really sad and cried in the dream. Then something about our new cat being really cute lol

Interpretation: My dad is really sick and he's probably gonna die soon. I always pretend to not be sorry for him but I will be sad if he dies anyway.

Dream 1

I can't remember this dream, I wrote these notes down at like 02:00am after needing the toilet when I woke up. I was going to a concert and was seeing Tichy Stryder at first it changed to *scrawl of writing I can't work out' with someone off twitter who was arranging it.

Dream 2

Me and my friend got in a mess about fight, we were fighting then ended up in the middle of a busy main road. All of my other friends at the side of the road are shouting 'Ryan get off him!' I shouted back 'I am its his fault!' Then he pushed me at a moving car coming at about 50mph. I jumped straight over the top of it, after I survived I felt like a G.

Later on in the dream, I was then at school in a computer room, the teacher was telling us the task and I was trying to update my DV Dream Journal. I only wrote about two lines though...*Does RC*

Dream 3

My friend had got a new car, it was a Subaru. It was him me and two others who got in the car. We were going McDonalds. He started driving down this main road very fast, way too fast maybe 100mph. I was very scared, I was shouting "SLOW DOWN!" I was just being ignored. The next thing we know he clips the curb, the car is swaying left and right uncontrollably. He fly's straight up a roundabout, I think 'I don't want to die' so I jump out the car at about 80mph. It launches me in the air, I was very high and I was worried that when I hit the floor I would graze all of the skin of my arms and legs, I was coming close and closer to ground then...I grabbed onto a pole and it stopped me. I stopped in that breakdancing flagpole position. Pretty cool.

Dream 4

I don't know how I ended up in this LD but I knew it was coming. I think I may of slept from another dream into this. I'm quite confused. But then I became lucid, the dream was clinging on I think 'I must stabilize this dream immediately.' Never once have I stabilized a LD before I always rush and try and get my goal done. But I start rubbing my hands together, nothing was happening. I shout "CLARITY NOW" nothing. I then try "VIVIDNESS NOW" nothing. I then think well I need to interact with my surroundings then. I remember on the Q&A podcast Ophelia talking about how Xanous actually made out with the floor. I was about to do this then I notice a flowerbed. I walk over and start feeling them, looking at the colours and putting all my attention to them. It worked my dream was fully stabilized.

I look around at this scene I am in. It felt like I was in a living painting, oh my god it was epic. There was no-one about it was empty, pure silence. Surrounding me was tall buildings on every street corner, flats etc. I begin walking up the street, take a left then I was about to take another left and thought 'When I turn this corner I will be on the street from The Last Of Us (A videogame)', nothing happened. Then I remembered what I visualized doing a MILD before bed, I wanted to find my dream guide. I stop in the middle of this street and shout very loudly "DREAM GUIDE COME HERE!" Nobody was coming, I tried two more times. I think to myself 'Wow, I'm shouting a bit loud what if I'm screaming this in bed.' I immediately direct my attention away from that in case I woke up. I shout it once more and at the bottom of the street 3 grannys with zimophranes walk across. I think 'Surely one of them isn't my dream guide, surely?' So I decide to change what I'm shouting, I now shout "SUMMON DREAM GUIDE!" This time this horse/moose looking creature gallops round the corner but runs off down the road where the grannys went. I shout it again, and at the bottom of the street it runs up to me and stops. Wow, I couldn't believe it this creature was awesome. It was as tall as me with a moose looking face without the antlers. It had a moose/horse body and had horse legs, it also ran like a horse. It stood there and my first question I ask (which I can't remember to well if I did say this) was something along the lines of "Are you my dream guide?"
"Yes I am" he replies, his voice was cool as well, it had a very relaxed tone to it.
My second question I ask, as I'm not sure what sort of animal he is was "What exactly are you?" I expected him to reply with something like 'I am a moose.' But no he replies "I'm an eldusk" I was astonished.
My third question was "What is your name?" His answer was something beginning with an M I think. It was a strange name and hard to remember. I repeated it over in my head thinking, I must recall this name. The dream then begins to fade however I remember waking up after. That's why I forgot his name!

Morning of June 27, 2013. Thursday.



In my dream, I was shopping for food, a not uncommon recurring scene, probably because I do a lot of food shopping for my family in real life. There is almost always something unusual about the food or about my money (such as being printed on only one side though realistic otherwise, or being Monopoly game money, or foreign).

I had selected some supposedly good meat at a store that had opened just recently (or reopened after a long closure - as a few have since the floods here in real life). The cut is unusual, like a very thick and more rounded steak and I have two of them. The manager is there and he is making a claim about how good their food is. There are also two other pieces of meat, perhaps chicken, or a different, smaller cut of beef or pork - and I remember that I had some other items, including cheese or something processed and in a small cardboard container. I soon understand that I had forgotten to wrap the meat pieces up myself prior to purchase as the manager makes a note of it, similar to how a shopper bags his own fruits and vegetables in many cases.

The meat itself looks very strange (although the bone and outside area is seemingly normal), like a sort of transparent and soft pink jelly, although it actually seems more like watermelon, but is still “seen” as “meat”. I can see a total of four cigarettes inside farther down, two in each cut of “steak”. There is this strange idea that they somehow got into the food when it was being processed or “made” (although the idea is pointless, as the meat would be otherwise solid in real life - unless it is a “fake steak” made of various bits of meat). Although these cigarettes are new and unsmoked and encased in the jelly-like meat, I still get the sickly impression of dirty cigarette butts, ashes, and dirty water and chemicals (and people of ill health having touched my supposedly “fresh” food) and a growing disgust at having almost bought this awful “second-hand” or “used” food.

Another shopper, a female of about thirty, is looking at the meat in awe, seemingly being surprised by such a thing being in a store and for sale. As we look down, one of the cigarettes encased inside the pink “meat jelly” somehow lights itself rather brightly and dramatically (with no oxygen yet, although reminding me somewhat of a sparkler, as sparks seem to fly out from the cigarette as well, even when inside the “meat jelly”) and parts of the steak explode from the side, but no one is hurt. Another one does that as well. For some reason, as the cigarettes light themselves and explode and mostly burn up, the more sickening feeling I had lessens just a little, but I still make a mental note not to shop here again and leave everything else here as well without buying anything.

I have not been near a smoker (other than occasionally in public settings around people I do not know) in over twenty years. Neither of my parents nor friends smoked as I was growing up. Also, I rarely eat steak on its own, as I have always found it (even as a child) akin to trying to chew on a shoe. I do eat beef and all meat in other forms, but not nearly as much as other people. Perhaps this is some sort of play on “smoked” meat for whatever reason or more likely, implying that eating a lot of red meat is as unhealthy as smoking.

I have included the “dream journal synchronicity” tag because of this entry which appeared right after mine but with a date just prior to mine: WATERMELON

Morning of June 27, 2013. Thursday.



In my dream, from my orientation and viewpoint, I seemingly remain a normal human being despite what my role is.

I start out being in some sort of makeshift prison or refugee camp. There seem to be only men. The rooms are dirty as if the building had been abandoned long ago, at least for its original purpose, yet used for many years after as it is now seemingly not maintained.

Two men bring a third angry-looking man up to me, a man holding each of the held man’s arms, one on each side of him and with both their hands. I do not like the situation. It is understood that even though I am not a part of the group (as most of them seem either Irish or English), my job is to get them all to safety in another country somehow. Still, that does not explain why this man is angry. Perhaps he does not want to escape with the others, or maybe he is a spy.

There are some odd perceptual changes and scene shifts when I become more annoyed by my location, which seems to be a composite of a very dirty large open bathroom and gymnasium. There is something known about everyone getting out and all going to an area where it will be easier to get to the UK, which is where everyone is escaping to. I am unsure if the UK is their original home, or a place where they will all claim asylum. I am also unsure of what country or city we are in. At times, it seems that I am already in the UK relative to names of areas and later hearing members of the public who speak with a British accent.

The actor Bruce Willis is in the refugee camp, appearing unkempt and desperate. He is not a main character; just a homeless person I see only in the background a couple times.

I seem to be walking on my own later, yet somehow I am “carrying” all the other people from the refugee or prison camp. Not only am I supposedly a large ship, I am a large ship on land, moving fairly fast, yet still fully human of my normal size from my viewpoint, just running along, on my way to freedom, helping many others to get to safety. I stop at the edge of a steep bank of a larger river near a forest. An unfamiliar man and woman of about thirty or more, who appear to be English, point out where I should go (to my right) because that is the general direction of where the “Brit Rivers” are that will eventually lead “us” to freedom, apparently across the ocean, yet the name somehow also seems like a resort or hotel where they had stayed in the past.

From my orientation, it seems I may actually be in Nova Scotia (Canada) and moving north, possibly in Sydney (not in Australia, but the Nova Scotia Sydney - some sort of confusion with the other Sydney, perhaps). It eventually seemingly turns out this refugee or prison camp was in Sydney, Nova Scotia (or somewhere just to the south) for some unknown reason (a vague backstory of England and Nova Scotia at war or dealing with too many refugees), and the plan is to get to the ocean north of Sydney and then swim east from there or, as a ship, to get to the UK. I am a walking human “boat” that is somehow “full of people”, yet again, still normal and human-sized and seemingly on my own.

The most vivid part of my dream starts, with a few dangerous thrills, though I feel wonderful. I jump into the river, vividly feeling the cold water and motions and current - but the current takes me westerly and in the wrong direction - and at times, I barely keep above the surface. Eventually though, I end up going in the right direction. I vividly feel myself moving through the water, again, just barely above the surface at some points, though I am not actually struggling because, after all, I am apparently a boat and just being tossed around like a boat on the rough waves. There is one point when I move swiftly through tunnels a lot like the scene from “The Goonies” (from 1985), which is really thrilling but also a bit worrisome (somewhat claustrophobic and without certainty if it will come to a dead end with no way to get back - a sparsely recurring dream concept). I am then back moving through the ocean on my way to carrying all the escaped prisoners to either their old home or a new one.

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Dream recall from today's naps.

Dream 1(fragment):

There was something about honey.

Dream 2:

I was playing KKND2 and was building alot of stuff on the base, had lots of resource buildings too, but resources were not coming quickly. And then i realized that none of the buildings had any upgrades researched on them. I quickly started some on res. lab itself and power plant while allied forces were preventing enemy attacks. Shortly all units turned into dots and there was hyper zoom, then fade out.
I wake up and i have a feeling that i am dreaming, i get up but for some reason don't open eyes and there's weird sound. Then i wake up properly. I try to DEILD back but it feels like REM ended.

4:00 fragment: dream of dream recall, and the revelation of a formula explaining what causes it to improve or wane. Time to understand, to wrap it up.there was also a chart. A man was presenting.

6:30 fragment: something about joining religious group?

We're not living in reality. Reality is still in the middle ages, where humanity is fighting a constant war against goblins, what we're living now is paradise. I, with a friend transport from paradise, back to reality, where we're accepted as some god angel saviors during the siege of a human castle by goblins. Another one of our friends is caught by the goblins tho, they torture him in front of the castle in order for us to get out. But the guy they caught was an asshole anyway, shouldnt give the city for him.

1. [non-lucid]
I'm in some sort of dark facility trying to get out alive (it appears to me that I'm in a game like Stealth Bastard), I'm being stealthy hiding behind some brown wooden crates, there are 3 enemies in the room that I can see, I can see their cones of vision.

2. [non-lucid]

fragments:
Pictures of houses
Me sitting in the back off a car dressed as if I'm going to a wedding

The hallway is outside and inside at the same time. At some angles it looks like a sidewalk and at other angles it looks like a classroom. I'm on an old orange and off-white tram, it stops and we wait for more people to get on. I'm sitting alone, the seat is only wide enough for two people.
An extremely pretty woman sits down next to me. At first she doesn't look in my direction. She's holding a bouquet of yellow flowers in her lap, she has waist-length brown wavy hair, a heart shaped face, a perfect doll's mouth, and her eyes are slightly rounded on top so that even when she isn't smiling she appears to do so with her eyes. She exudes quiet joy and goodwill. When the tram starts moving, she begins to hum. Her voice is lovely. She turns slightly to look at me, catching my eyes. She begins to sing. While she is singing, I know the song lyrics. I smile cautiously. Her expression brightens, making her even more lovely.
We sit facing each other with our legs crossed. I join her in song, perfectly taking the high harmony. She sings that I am beautiful and even though a part of me knows that she chooses a person to sing to every day, I believe her. She sings it, and it is so.
She still has the yellow flowers in her left hand, her elbow resting on the back of the seat. I have a bouquet of fake white flowers tied to green wire stems in my right hand. I sweep the flowers up from my side and offer them to her. The fake flowers separate from the wire and tumble away.
I'm embarrassed. She smiles to soothe me and continues to sing. On the last note of 'beautiful' we bend our heads together in perfect sync with one another, our foreheads touching. We draw away from each other and smile. She offers me her flowers and I take them. She rises from her seat as others arrive and leaves, waving to me. I return her wave.

Then I am Ephram from Everwood (WOW, I haven't thought about that in a long time). I return to the town and find Amy at a college that has sprung up in the area. The university is dark inside, it has dark blue carpet and blue walls. Amy is surprised to see me, her hair is chin length and wet, fitting since we just came in from the rain.
"What are you doing here? Sean will kill you if he sees you." She hisses.
"I just needed to see how you are." I say.
We walk past a classroom and I get a glimpse of 'Sean' who is around my height with blonde hair and a sharp face. He glares at me. Obviously he hasn't forgotten what I did to him. ((I have no idea what that is, by the way))
He starts to give chase and I run. I'm wearing rollerblades, and the hallways are carpeted. The wheels don't push off smoothly, it's more like I'm running, with a more resistant stride. It doesn't bother me, it's kind of fun....

I don't remember the rest. I'm with Amy in a deserted classroom, we're looking for something.

I was near this small town somewhere near the Sheffield region in the UK. I entered this cave with several others and at first it appeared to be a candy palace. Then these invaders took us hostage and one by one we had to hand over a missile each under our hand recognition on a control panel. I was last and I felt my alter ego kick in. I for some reason scrambled a code on my control realigning my co-ordinates and homing in on the cave. Then I pressed the button and the launch sequence activated overriding and shutting down the console in the process.
The Invaders left in panic and the missile took a Priority 2 measure sending all missiles to destroy their fleet in space.
Next something takes place in the town and it turns out their are people who I must catch. Amongst the people that were with me for some strange reason was Sid James from the Carry On Films!

Had some dream about Michelle at work. She was talking to some dude who I thought she dated once. I wondered how they could be acting like nothing happened since they had sex.

Another very vivid dream... There was a guy in a store sitting on the floor next to a magazine rack looking at some magazine. She was saying things like, "Oh you like that? "You want it? Yeah, that's right." I though we was getting off looking at a porno mag but it turned out he was just talking on the phone. I couldn't see the phone because he had long curly hair and was holding the phone with his shoulder on the opposite side.

Then suddenly a woman appears. She is extremely attractive but I could tell she was an older woman probably in her mid 40's. I noted crows feet and laugh lines but they were subtle and actually made her look more beautiful and refined. Then I noticed the rest of her... She was completely topless wearing nothing but light blue panties and black stilettos. She walks right up to the magazine guy and stands in front of him in a Wonder Woman pose smiling.

I notice her perfect breast and admire her beauty for a moment. When I do the view zooms in too close and I am now on my knees right in front of her. I feel her soft belly press against my left ear.

I walk away feeling embarrassed now and laugh at the guy on the phone instead of paying attention to the woman. Then I realize I am opening a new store and begin setting up the rest of my goods. There is a spinning rack with cheap children's toys on it and fiddle with that as a distraction.

I wake up at this point and use MILD to remember the scene and imagine myself becoming lucid. I get very strong imagery and physical sensations right away but it quickly becomes sexual as I remember the MILF. I get pretty far into the dream state and I would have had a full lucid success but I woke myself to avoid having another lucid sex dream.

Geez you'd think I was sucking down menthol every night!

I got about an hour of insomnia after that so I tired WILD with the twin bodies technique but only got some random NLD that I don't remember now.