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Legend: Dream , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

Another Gun at my head:
I was at a party with one of my teachers and some friends. A girl walked over to a trashcan and i went with her, she found a piece of paper with some words translated to another language on it. As the party ended and i walked home, i saw the police taking the girl away. Confused, i ran over to see what was going on. The police officer tilted his head over to me and said "And torture this kid". Some other men then grabbed me.

Next scene, i'm walking into a trashy abandoned like building. Apparently it's my school. I walk in and see my classmates , i start talking and i hang out with them. Then the girl walks in, There's a weird tension between us because we were getting interrogated and tortured the weekend before. I want to talk to her, i want to discuss, and she probably feels the same, but we both know we're probably being watched right now.

Then one of my teachers walks in with two body guards. She asks me a question and i reply with a stupid answer. I start laughing incredibly hard because i still have no idea why this is happening to me. As i laugh, she then points a gun to my head, i freeze for a second. Then i began laughing some more. She asks if i'm okay, and i reply with a "yeah, hold on a minute", i needed her to hold on because this seemed just too funny.

The ketchup store:
I walk into a store with my parents. They're looking to buy ketchup, all i wanted to do was get a couple issues of some manga on the way out. They get to a place where these big jugs of ketchup are on sale so they get them. However, i look at them and i don't think they're ketchup, i'm pretty sure they bought the wrong thing. As we start going out, i see some monkeys building a wood structure.

The lost and found land of Ice and Metal:
I'm on a bed in the middle of a snowy ice land. There are a ton of russians skiing on a ramp not too far away. Because of that, i can't sleep. So i walk over to tell them to stop. As i get over there, a man loses hold of his three dogs and they run away. I decide to help look for them.

I walk and eventually make it to an abandoned town. I see something that looks like his dogs but they weren't. As i was doing this, i get attacked by mechs. I managed to jump on one and pilot it. I then use it to run away because i wouldn't have stood a chance against the other mechs. As i make my escape, i fly over a pit with a tank and some other mechs. Since i have the advantage of surprise, i quickly destroy the forces below.

As i drop down to where the tank was, i see a secret tank sealed up in a wall. I unlock the wall and pilot the massive tank, i then use it to destroy all of my enemies.

Head stitching of guns:
I was in a band room with some friends. There were guns on the ground, we were getting geared up for one reason or another. However, in order to get a gun, you had to let koady cut your head open and stitch it back up. The dream ended with me trying to decide which gun i wanted.

The wall of hidden death:
I'm on my farm piloting a helicopter. I then get called back to the ground as a commanding officer finds out some one else is suppose to be piloting the helicopter. As the new person gets in, they go across the river and start bombing the other side. This surprised me, i needed to take cover so i went underground into a bunker. So apparently, we were at war. The terrain was divided by a river and on the other side were Filipinos.

As the bombing went on, i ate some chips i found. After the bombing, i quickly went further underground and down a ladder to a room that connected to the river. I saw some of our troops coming back wounded and in bad condition. I walked past them and across the river to a massive rock wall. A guy then walked up to me and said "You shouldn't go any further". As he said that, he walked over to the wall and put his foot on something and then massive turrets popped up all along the wall which could detect enemy movement. He then explained that the turrets kill any enemy that tries to invade via the wall.

non lucid
*I heard the sound of horns like in a tibetan temple.This huge machine was there to find me. They started shooting fire at the house. I thought I am gonna die being burned alive, that is the most painful way to go. I thought about hell. Then I jumped out of window from the third floor. I flew and a lot of mexican people who were running the machine starting shooting me. The bullets didn't effect me. Then I asked someone who owned the machine could I take shelter at there location. I was trying to hide from someone.

Woke up this morning, disappointed, even depressed. Slept a very long time, and had nothing, not even fragments. Blank. Was getting dressed as something hit me. First just the name, the Dreaming Man. Then all the emotion. And this is how the dream begins:

- I am in my shabby, small, dark apartment. Obsessing about lucid dreams. Reading books about them, researching. Then I pick up spit-image of a real life Notebook manual. Written there are not PC instructions but a wiki of dreaming, all possible subjects and induction techniques, listed neatly with corresponding explanations.


I'm overriden with joy and surprise as I go over the pages. Soon I find mention of a recipe for what seems to be a substance that makes you dream (or a dream substance that makes you lucid, not sure). It caught my attention. I had to try this. My recall gets hazy at how exactly everything happened, but from that manual I learn of another such dreamer as myself who has done it before, and who knows how to make it. The name was The Dreaming Man.

I arrive at a far away place where this person was supposed to be. At the endge of grim downtown, among large apartment blocks there was an unnatural opening. There stood several colored tents, shacks, an icecream freezer up front. Seemed like a circus of sorts.



I followed a dirt/sand trail from the street concrete that led up to the ice-cream vendor. There was a beautiful velvet tent to the right with red and yellow stripes. So I bought some ice-cream and asked about the dreaming man ( a side-note in real life DJ:"Think the vendor wasnt very friendly") . Found the person that I was looking for to the left, near something like a bar. She was a beautiful, tall woman covered in blue bodypaint with brown ornamets, long hair. But she looked tired, very uneasy. I asked her if she was dreaming every night. She told me that she did, with a nervous voice. Then I asked her if she had lucid dreams too, and she said yes, that she had about 900 recorded dreams. Then I asked about the recipe, if she knew how to make it, but I sensed fear or something. She didnt want to make it. I told her that I'm a dreamer too and showed her that dream instruction book. After lots of hazy arguments I conviced her to help me and she agreed to travel with me to my apartment (far away).

Eventually we were sitting in that room again, I remember weighting several ingredients in a bowl as if making that recipe with her help. That dream substance was probably never made as the dream came to an end before we could finish. Now the most impactfull part of this long dream rant would be that somewhere between me convincing her and arriving at the apartment she told me a story. A story that I got to re-live, to be there as did she.

It was a grey cellar room, I was sitting at a table. In front of me, on the other side of the table, sat a chubby man in his 50's, hawaii shirt, sweaty forehead, little hair, glasses, with a notebook and pen. I, the Dreaming Man, was desperately trying to explain something over and over again. Felt tired, scared, lost, confused, sad, lonely. The man sat there calm and emotionless as he shook his head in disbelief. The next thing I saw was the Dreaming Man hanging by chains on a wall in a dark cellar corridor, dirty and trashed, in a line with countless others, constantly being electrocuted by cables at their feet.


She told me in her tormented but loving voice, that it continued until they either got "better" and forgot about it, or died and were diposed of.

Dream recall from today's naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was something about some girl and some other characters in dark room, she was saying that she knows what will happen and that some particular person is coming, then that person comes through the door and i get weird sensation of falling.

Dream 2(fragments):

Story about some people visiting some house and never coming back, it apparently asked them questions and absorbed them, then the whole house literally started moving.

Not sure if i woke up and got back to sleep, or it was FA, so it is either an actual WILD or WILD from dream..
Dream 3:

There is some weird noise and sensation of rapid movement, i know i am dreaming. I open dream eyes and get up, room looks exactly same as in waking life, i go towards balcony while rubbing hands, but dream fades out as i am about to start flight.
I wake up and everything looks weird, at first i mistake it for HH but then realize that i am still dreaming, i get up and rub hands, it fades again.
I wake up again and gravity isn't working properly, i shout something and make some objects disappear. Then it fades out again and this time i wake up properly.

Dream 4:

I was at home and some family members were watching some series and there was some talk about it, we were discussing some things then police came, one male and one female and arrested someone for bribing or something. There was some discussion about it and i knew that they were not fair, i tried to solve it but got arrested as well for same reason apparently, but then i said something along the line that i was not really doing it, but rather that i would do it if i had chance to do, which i don't, unless i will have that chance(Dream logic!) which confused them and they freed me, but not the other person, they also taunted me. I got angry and slashed male policeman across the face as if i had claws, leaving 2-3 visible bloody marks on it, he got scared and i tossed him onto the floor.
At this point i realize that i am dreaming, and that kinda breaks scene in a way that DCs freeze in motions like they aren't programmed for that or something. I am about to attack another police person, but she is a different DC now somehow, so i decide against it. I go through corridor and decide to switch forms by standing on all four like i did in other dreams, but something goes wrong and dream destabilizes and movement kinda gets limited, then as it fades to black i feel weird slight pain.
I wake up on the street and someone's calling me, there's a tunnel and very tall train.
I wake up again, this time at home but in different room, i realize that i am still dreaming and i notice weird radar dish thing on the wall. Then i wake up properly.

Morning of August 2, 2013. Friday.

Dream #: 17,028-03. Reading time: 2 min 32 sec.



It is unclear why the world is being “stopped” by God. It may relate to the endless clashes of culture and religions or the fabrications by governments and businesses to serve their interests.

I am in a business building with others, though unsure of where my family is. The world gets increasingly warmer but stops at the threshold where life would end. The drama begins when darkness suddenly falls. Most people are afraid, but I am partly aware of what is coming.

Time passes, and I feel movement around me. I rise to float into the air, and so do all the others. It is not like flying but floating without gravity and with no control with the danger of randomly bumping into someone or something and while going at different speeds. It does not terrify me as it does the others. I tell them that God has taken gravity away from the human race. (This may be an influence from recently seeing others on the Internet writing about how “good” or “bad” gravity is.) The planets and stars are beginning to vanish.

More time passes, and the end is coming. I feel a sense of awe and a slight regret. What will happen to me? The world will cease to exist. Suddenly, as all the gravity is gone and most people in the world are very close to death, the doorway is brighter and a strange being of light and shadow, an angel, appears in a cloak. It looks like a “plant of light”, but also seems human at times. Its head, hands, and feet are each like a glowing, swaying cedar sprout. (I do not recall the Biblical reference “swaying like a cedar” in describing Behemoth’s tail. According to some, Behemoth is a hippo or elephant.) At times, the angel’s head and limbs look like a glowing elephant’s tail. The being formally calls for me, using my full name, saying it once. I fearlessly maneuver myself toward the angel. I hear no other name. I feel slightly strange at being the only one called at the “last minute”.

I feel very emotional, crying in thankfulness. The angel becomes a “throne” after carrying me through the doorway, hovering in this other dimension. It is Eternity or Heaven, or something similar, yet I am the only human here. I notice other angels, too brightly glowing to make out much detail, all to my left. I am joyful because I still exist. I am vaguely aware, after a seemingly long time that this is not final, as I am slowly waking. I have a false awakening that I am telling my wife about my previous dream, saying how it had aspects similar to Christianity, though no thoughts of names or specific identities.

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My dream had a sense of bilocation. When I was in Heaven, I was also aware of floating within the Cubitis house’s southwest bedroom, its door facing me from a short distance off to my right.

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I think there was influence from the “Outer Limits” episode “Cold Hands, Warm Heart” (with William Shatner) that I have not seen in over twenty years, regarding the appearance of the angelic being.

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The angel head and limbs with the appearance of an elephant’s tail may relate to quashing my childhood fear of elephants.

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In another dream, I become a big blanket while flying and phasing through walls, as well as soaring high and fast in the night sky. I was also a human and undressed, using it to cover myself, more so to shield my body from tree branches rather than for moral reasons. It transforms into suitable clothing when I land.

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I also had a dream about an unusual snowmobile, which turned out to be precognitive, part of an unexpected scenario for an educational session the same day.

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#204 - 3:55AM - MILD

Long story short, I have some stupid dream about my ex showing up in the middle of the night to get the girls. There was conversation and a little boy. I become confused and wonder how I forgot about having a son with my ex. I hug him and spend time with him but I just can't understand it. I see my parents and ask them about it. They say something odd like its my older daughter's step cousin on her mom's side. I relived that I am not so horrible to forget a son after all.

I do MILD and just latch on to the part where I was confused about the boy. Instead of going into a long senario I just looped that one little bit over and over.

I find myself sitting at work but everything is moved into the parking lot. I say something to Joyce and am in deep contemplation. I am rubbing my hands and telling myself over and over that the next time I am dreaming I will know that I am dreaming. Pretty soon I just know it's a dream. I say, "I'm pretty sure this is a dream." and I stand up and walk away. I walk over a car and jump off the roof of it. Then I turn around and start punching out windows. The first one does not break and I remember to really follow through with my punches. After I clear out the front and back, I do pelvic thrusts into the doors and dent then way in. Each time I shout, "Pelvic Thrust!" like its some sort of video game super move. Then I stop myself and think, "Gee, what will CL say about this later?"

I wander into the parking lot more and try to think of a goal but I just can't seem to remember. A car hits me and I become attached to it. I don't pay attention to it because I am so deep in thought. After a while I just decide to go for the China TOTY. I take control of the vehicle. I am in the cab of a large black truck driving away from work.

I drive crazy and see various random areas. For a moment my vision starts fading out and and I can hear the box fan. I try to ignore this and just focus on driving. Eventually the dream comes back and I am being chased by cops. I hit a sharp hill in the road at high speed and become air-born. I do flips in the air for fun but get stuck there. I see sky then ground over and over. I have to force myself to stop and the truck crashes.

Now I am hovering over the scene. I see two injured cops in brown uniforms on the ground. They appear to be injured like the truck hit them. With out thinking I move over to one and kick him in the head. I am shocked when his head flies completely off. I remember my no violence to DC's rule and apologize to him. The other cop mumbles something and crawls away. I decide to just leave the scene with the intention to still make it to China.

I enter through some invisible threshold and the area changes. I see The Great Wall before me stretched across a wilderness countryside. I float over to it and immediately begin punching large blocks off. It falls easily like a stack of child play blocks. I float up on top and begin back handed swings knocking large parapet sections off. Some areas begin to change and look like a wooden deck but I deny that I believe its all stone. I decide I've done enough damage and move to a roofed section. I imagine a large gong there and summon a large drumb stick without looking. I swing and connect. *GONG* The sound rings out loud and clear. There are some steps leading down to another invisible threshold in the middle of thin air. I can see a different and artificial light coming from it. I watch expecting the authorities to show up. At that moment I feel my physical body and the dream collapses. My dream voice shouts, "NOOOOOOOO!" I wake up.

There is a second and not so eventful LD that I'll have to post later...

I remember in my dream thinking about the desirability of inducing recurring dreams, that it would be good for LD initiation, though I realize that some recurring dreams are not desirable.

I had no awareness of this being a dream, plus I did not feel my body. It was just non lucid thinking in a dream.

Me and Ryan (my best friend) were sitting on my bed watching Black ops 2 YouTube videos on my phone. I told em my friend from houston is pretty good and he's on YouTube.
So we watched a couple and invited him over to the crib. He came and we all chilled and smoked some left over pot my friend from houston had.
Ryan turns on the tv which is now connected to the computer so we can see it from the big screen instead of being huddled around the computer like a bunch of faggots.... Anyway...
We go Facebook girl hunting as usual and Ryan mentions a funny picture that says WAL-Mart Ready. We all laugh but secretly I had no idea what the hell was so funny.
My mom walks in and says "I'm driving to the store you douche bags want anything?" We say we're good.
But I ask my mom aye look at this picture! She says what do y'all know about that? We laugh but I still ask what does it mean? She sits down and says "when there's a boy and a girl meeting upon common interest it's inevitable that they'll get together." "Oh you mean fuckin huh?" ;D. "Yes you little pervert." And she leaves.

My sleeping is really bad lately and sleep is needed to dream of course lol.

[I can't remember that much about it. ]


I'm in front of a mirror, which seems to be in an hotel. I'm trying to shve with an electric razor, but it isn't working at all.

The next I remember is that I'm standing in a railway station. I want to go home. It seems like I'm back from a business trip or whatever. I want to take the plane (yes the plain, not the train). The cashier says to me:

- We are really sorry but your flight is fully booked. Also your ticket has to get used in the next hour or it will be not usable anymore.
- But I want to go home! A friend awaits me back in Brussels.
- I'll see what I can make .... I have a seat in the train from here to there.
- What?

I don't understand what he wants.

- It's easy we are here in Manchester. You'll take the train to Paris. And then you'll take the plane to Brussels.

I don't remember what I said next.

He tears my ticket apart.

- Now your ticket is valid you can go and take a seat!

He throws them at the floor. I pick them up.

....

I'm sitting in a full train. I don't know, when I should go out. I ask the cashier. He tells me that I have to wait 6 hours.

....

I'm swimming in a river. I see the Eiffel tower and assume that I'm swimming in the Seine. But the river is twice as large and looks more like the Rhine or a very stretched out lake Constanz. I swim back to a house because I don't want to get sick of the filthy water.

(that's all)

Note: Doing two entries today because I missed yesterdays (but luckily still wrote it in my normal journal)

I was my uncle's house, using some type of outdoor shower. I was walking back to the house in a towel when I saw this gorgeous pool that had a brand new wooden roof over it. It looked incredible and I really wanted to swim in it, but I knew I needed to get inside for some reason.
I couldn't find any clothes and just assumed they were inside but passing by a window I saw the rest of my extended family (including my cousins) dressed in their sunday best like they were about to go to a wedding or something.
Suddenly I was extremely embarrassed because I had this feeling like I was supposed to already be inside and dressed and I damn sure shouldn't be outside wearing nothing but a towel.

note: forgot to put this one in yesterday so i'll be making two entries today

Actually one of the better vacation dreams i've had in a while. i was somewhere with rocky and tomorrow we wre gonig to go to london. we met up with mom and nana and thomas at this little restaurant and thomas was bieng fusy acting lik had forgotten where i came from just because i was enjoying myself. i could see ufc fighgts happening on the tv.

i remember i had some type fo delivious fish dish and rocky had one too . he dropped a piece and some old clearning lady picked it up and ate it.

2nd dream: i was a new producer for a television network and to test me, I was being given my first big assignment: Choose from a list of shows which one to make and cancel one in order to have room for it.
My two top contenders were a show about Deadpool (the comic book character) and a family sitcom that my brother was a cast member for (even though he's not an actor in real life) Even though it would be a dream come true to do a comic book character, I really wanted to help my brother get a break and I figured comedy was more up my alley so I chose the comedy
for it to make it to air, I had to cancel something though and I decided to cancel a show about a baseball player (though it was sort of implied that I was deciding that the network would simply not show baseball games anymore--i'm not sure) either way I had to tell this guy in a baseball outfit myself and he didn't take it very well.

Some kind of academic tribunal is standing judgment over me. All of us are dressed in incredibly ornate finery. I came to them with a request which had originally been refused, even though I'd been sleeping with the woman who leads the tribunal. But I found a hooded figure to act as my sponsor, and this time around, our request is granted.

I have been having these very painful sleep paralysis moments before I wake or before drifting off to sleep that feel like seizures. Right before I feel like my head is going to explode or my heart is going to stop I hear voices... Sometimes I even hear the voices during the paralysis and I know them... Sometimes just ringing or buzzing and even loud horrifying shouting like its literally feet away from me... I've also had this happen to me and thought I was going to die multiple times and in one instance even felt and saw a beam of light coming down onto me.... It felt good and painful all together. I'm not sure what these mean but I'm worried and intrigued. I'm worried mostly because of the pain...

I...don't feel like proofreading this.

My house is more like a dorm than a duplex, the hall is wider and has more doors, but all the colors are the same. I wander into our room and think it still feels more like his than ours. I can hear my boyfriend talking from the kitchen, he is telling someone that he is going out to pick up food for a party. In our room there is a stranger in the bed with a blonde woman. They aren't really wearing anything. He has coerced her into playing a sex game. I find myself sitting on the bed, strangely intent on their actions.
"What is the point of this game again?" The woman asks.
"Jesus! The point is to see how long I can kiss you without vomiting. You're disgusting. When was the last time you showered?" He's being a huge jackass but she doesn't leave.
He coerces me into 'playing', and eventually I say that I'll only have sex with him if he calls my boyfriend in to help. Some more strangers come into the room, the same ilk as the man in the bed. At least they're wearing clothes. They decide that since I'm not playing his game, I can play theirs. It's called 'See how long you can stay conscious while we beat you'. What, doesn't that sound like fun to you?
I struggle as they pull my legs out straight and begin to strike me. I'm surprised by how much it hurts. The stranger decides he's going to have sex with me whether I want it or not, says that's what I get for being a tease.
Thankfully I fall unconscious.
I 'wake' with the sensation of arms wrapping around me. It is so realistic that I cry out and try to struggle away.
"Hey, are you alright? It's just me." It is just my boyfriend. I relax and lay next to him for a while. Eventually we get out of bed. I want to tell him what I've done before the stranger does it. What will I say? I was curious and it turned out badly? For a minute I thought I wanted to sleep with someone else? Before I can figure it out, he leaves.

Something else happens. I can't remember, but I'm coming back into the dorm/duplex and I am suddenly lucid. As always, I'm amazed by the clarity, how real it feels. I round a corner and find myself in the hall outside our room. Ours is the only one standing open, I go inside but my boyfriend isn't there.
At first I intend to find him, but when I get back into the hallway I start to mentally call for Liam. At the end of the hall is a wide wooden gate that is about my height and 10' wide. I immediately notice that there isn't a handle but I'm curious. The force of my curiosity creates a gap between the corner of the door and the wall. I hook my fingers into it and pull until it creaks open. On the other side is a collapsed tunnel. I hear a distant rumbling and dirt showers down from above. Of course, I think cynically, the one way I want to go is blocked off. It doesn't occur to me that I can clear the way. Instead I close the door and as I'm turning away notice a faded white dumpster filled with sapphire blue dirt. I'm having trouble with my eyes. The right one keeps dragging and skipping images. I think that maybe if I keep it closed I won't wake up, so I gently close my right eye with my finger and cover it with my hand. It seems to work.
"What are you doing, silly? You aren't using your eyes." And once I realize that, I have no further trouble seeing.

There's a breezeway and another sharp corner where there's a bathroom. I hear one of the managers from work talking about me, saying that I was such a whore for sleeping with a stranger, in my boyfriend's bed, while my boyfriend was in the other room. It makes me ridiculously angry, I see them leave out the side door and take the front door which leads out onto a bright pink pathway made of metal grates, that runs parallel to the path below. I suddenly have a bat in my hand. I run, savoring the feeling of the wind on my face and how the metal vibrates under my feet with each running step I take. I run lightly, easily, cutting off the three people below and jumping down in their way.
I land on one person, smack the second with the bat, and when the manager has the audacity to be amused, I throw the bat at his face.
There. Problem solved.
Then I realize the person I landed on is my friend Laura and I have hurt her. Still, she is glad to see me. I pick her up to carry her home, but her body is stretchy like...rubber or taffy. Or maybe a length of fabric. And for some reason there's a cat sitting on her chest. I struggle to pry it off of her and then cast it away so I can lift her more easily.


Um, something about a funeral? I was being disrespectful by riding a bicycle around while a man tried to talk to everyone who had gathered to honor the dead. When he mentions that food will be brought out, and that the caterers are fantastic, two people come outside with the food...carrying a vat of pork in a container shaped like a pig, that's suspended between two poles and is dripping grease everywhere. It smells delicious.