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Had 4 lucid dreams last night and severel chained DEILDs, don't really feel like writing them all up but I do want to write about my time dilation attempt.

Was walking aimlessly down a street while carrying a briefcase, looking for someone that I was supposed to give it to. After going through a few towns I came to a very poor neighborhood and got into a war between gangs and the SWAT team (I hid behind the SWAT). Became lucid and split my awareness into two bodies. One of my bodies was participating in the battle and one was standing outside, watching. I made the body participating in the battle and the entire scene slow wayyyyy down until they were barely moving. Then I started to go off to do cool stuff but I noticed that both my bodies were doing the same movements and so I tried to stop the one that was supposed to be really slow from doing it, couldn't do it and I woke up.

Fell asleep again, back in the battle and became lucid again, decided to just participate for fun. Found an exotic looking rifle on the ground and I attached a scope, but I never used it. The gang eventually overran the SWAT team and started pointing their guns at me, so I would grab them and take them apart really quickly and toss the parts aside. After doing that a few times this guy came out and said, "Okay, simulation over!" Then everybody dropped their fake guns and started cursing at that guy. The End!

Security breach
I'm in a kitchen, helping a guy I don't know with his fish tank. We're trying to fill it with fresh water, but each time we try we see a bunch of drops of nasty black oily stuff floating on top. Eventually, I just ask him for a large measuring cup. He doesn't know what I intend, but he gets down a four cup glass measuring cup from a cabinet. I hold it sideways and gently lower it into the tank near a bunch of the oily staff, and a lot of it flows right in. I dump it out (in the sink?) and go back to the tank. Already I got over half of the stuff. I do it again a couple more times and the stuff is pretty much gone.

Now I'm outside with my wife. The house is behind us, and very tall trees are all around us. As we're talking about something, I notice that a nearby tree has a light colored sedan held waaaay up high by some enormous spider webs. I stop in mid sentence and point it out. She looks at it nonplussed and says it's been there for a while. I try to think about what to do about it when I notice that some of the guys from church are here to deal with it. They've set up a block and tackle so they can lower the car without powered equipment. I'm surprised that they've set it up at ground level, but i don't think much more about it. Using a really thick rope hooked to the block and tackle, they gently lower the car. I point out the mechanism to my wife, since we'd been talking about how they work just the other day. We go over to look at it more closely. I'm amazed that with only four windings and only about five feet between the fixed and movable parts they could lower the car over a hundred feet.

Now we're back in the kitchen. My wife is offering me various hot drinks; I ask for one she hasn't mentioned but that I know we have. We start talking about playing a game. The games we've played recently have been fun, but long, and we're both in the mood for something shorter. We talk for a moment about a chess+checkers hybrid, but neither of us actually knows how to play it, so we decide against it (I think that on each turn we're supposed to move a chess piece first, then a checkers piece; but I can't quite remember). Now we're sitting at a small table playing checkers. I'm vaguely aware of the rules, but I haven't played in a very long time. My wife isn't much better off than I am. I'm red, she's black. Somehow, I've already gotten most of my pieces past hers. She makes a comment about having tried an aggressive strategy that didn't work out so well. Looking at my pieces, I realize that I've already got three pieces that have reached her side of the board. I look for a way to mark them as such, but not seeing anything handy nearby I just flip them over. They're an unusual design for checker pieces, being narrower on top than on bottom, so it's easy to tell which ones are up-side-down. We continue playing. I manage to knock off a couple of her pieces; she comes very close to getting a couple of mine, but I realize what's happening at the last moment and get my pieces to safety.

Now I'm having trouble seeing the whole board. For some reason, I'm having to scroll to see it, making it much harder for me to play. I find a preferences page with options for checker appearance. I try out a couple of odd looking ones, but I'm not a fan of how they look. I try to revert to the traditional design, but I end up with a "missing graphic" message where my token is. I stop fiddling with it, knowing I'll have to come back later to get it working right. I scroll down to my edge of the board and see a piece that's about to reach it. I hadn't realized she was so close! Then I realize that this isn't one of my wife's pieces. Has someone else joined the game? I pull up the list of connected players and see that, besides myself and my wife, there are two other uninvited players. At first, I assume that we accidentally left our game public; then I notice that the account owning the piece about to reach my side has a comment saying something about having root access to all trusted Church networks. I panic, kicking her from the game, then changing my passwords. My wife is getting impatient, but I tell her how important this is. We keep playing the game, but now my mind is on the intruder, wondering how she got in and how much damage she may have caused.

Now my wife and I are in the car, with her driving. We pass a pasture, and she points out an ancient gate with a latch that's nearly impossible to open or close. We talk about how sad it is that the animals only get a few minutes of pasture time a day because of the old latch. Now we're still in the car and I'm talking security stuff. I'm trying to figure out what to do to ensure the intruder, or another like her, can't mess with me again. I plan to create all new VPN keys and to change all my passwords. Beyond that, I'd previously taken the naive view that someone on the VPN could be trusted with full network access, but I now see that was foolish. I'm going to have to set up firewalls to partition the VPN, along with password protected gateways to allow access between networks only when authenticated.

Now we're walking into a subway station with my in-laws. As we walk onto the platform, the train is pulling out - except the "train" is actually the row of seats along the wall. My wife runs after them, beckoning for us to follow, and manages to sit on a seat near the end. I follow, but her parents stand indecisively. I call for her to get off since they aren't coming. She clearly doesn't want to but gets off just before the line of chairs leaves the platform. We return to her parents who say they have something they need to do before getting on a train. I have a brief vision of a young woman in a security booth flipping between camera feeds on a small black and white monitor. Now the four of us are walking down a dimly lit tunnel. We come across a room cut out of the stone with boxes all around the perimeter - it seems my inlaws want to buy some black market goods. My wife and I turn around and quickly walk the other way, not wanting to get caught up in whatever is going on here.

Now I see a room with high shelves in the back filled with empty cardboard boxes, ranging in size from boxes large enough to easily hold a man down to flat-pack boxes only a couple of inches thick. Someone makes a comment that this is a "hobo hotel" and that parts of it look more comfortable than where she sleeps. Now I see her: she's dressed up in a funny suit, kind of like Kiwi Blitz. She's preparing to fight one of the smugglers. He doesn't know it, but she's used something on the hobos to make them very protective of her. The fight starts out going well for her, as she's very nimble and can dodge any blows he tries to land. Eventually, she lets herself get hit in the shoulder. It's not a hard blow, but it's enough that her hobos become protective of her and start to swarm the guy. They're huge, hulking men, reminiscent of the brutes from Bioshock 2. Now the fight is over and she's going down a side passage.

Fragments:
I'm walking into a mall with a couple of other people. We're going in some kind of back / service entrance, which makes me a little nervous. We pass an open door on our right leading into an auditorium of some kind, but we ignore it, continuing on. Just past it we walk through a sensor that detects we're walking the wrong way and sets off an alarm. We quickly head back to the exit, not wanting to run into security.

I'm in our upstairs bathroom running the shower, trying to get the temperature right. My second daughter is standing between the toilet and the shower.

I'm downstairs in our family room. My second daughter is holding one of my PVC penny whistles, except it's about three feet long and has many holes all down its length.

Dream of: 02 January 2014 "Pieces Of The Puzzle"



you need a map to find your home

I'm walking around an unfamiliar area of a town, almost as if I'm lost and homeless. I pass by a construction sight where men are building houses, and then I come upon a small cottage which appears to be abandoned. I go inside and spend the night in the cottage. The cottage is furnished and seems comfortable, although I'm a bit concerned about staying here without permission. The next day, however, I talk with one of the construction workers who tells me that the cottage has been abandoned for a couple years and that no one comes around. Now I feel better about staying here and less afraid that someone will unexpectedly show up and claim ownership. I've heard that many houses have been abandoned around the country - like this one - and taken over by banks which don't take care of them.

After I've been in the house for about a month, Lee Seeley (one of my father's former employees whom I've known since the 1970s) shows up and invites me for a ride in a large recreation vehicle which he discovers sitting behind the house. I get on board and he drives and drives. I'm a little worried that the RV is stolen. If so, some police have probably seen a picture of it and are on the lookout for it. It looks as if we might also cross over a state line and I wonder if crossing over the line will constitute an even worse crime.

While Lee drives, I'm standing in the room in the back of the RV, beside a table on which is lying an unfinished puzzle on which I'm working. The puzzle pieces appear to be made of wood and most of the color is a soothing sandy color. I think the puzzle is actually a map of the Middle East from the Mediterranean to Afghanistan. I find a chunk of several pieces which are already interlocked and I lay them in the part of the puzzle which has already been worked. This chunk mostly shows Iran and the surrounding area. I'm happy to see the chunk matches up with other pieces in several different places as I fit it into place. It seems as if a young woman may be watching me as I proudly fit the chunk into place.

Lee asks me to drive for a while and I begin driving the hard-to-handle RV until we end up in Denver. I'm lost. I just keep driving down one highway after another. I ask Lee - who has a map - for directions, but he can't seem to tell me where to go. He's no help at all. I pass numbered road signs one after the other. I turn onto some roads where the mountains seem to hover around the perimeter.

Suddenly I see a sign with the number "11". I know that highway 11 is the main north-south artery through Denver. The road I'm on suddenly has seven or eight lanes of open highway on my left, and I believe those lanes are part of Highway 11. I ease over into the nearest lane, then suddenly realize that all the traffic is speeding toward me. Fortunately there is no traffic in my lane, but I must swerve back onto the highway I just left. Unfortunately, the two highways are splitting off from each other right in front of me and I don't think I'll have time to swerve back onto the highway I had been travelling. This is definitely not a good situation.

Dream Commentary

People work best together if they have a common goal.

Some of the out-of-body believers seem to be of the opinion that dreamers can actually meet and communicate in some ethereal place in their dreams. That kind of "actual" communication is not my goal. I'm focused on a different type of communication which can take place between dreamers through dreams. That communication is to be found in the dreams themselves. My goal in regard to the dream-writers whose dreams I read is fairly simple: I would simply like to dream about other dream-writers and send messages to them inside my written dreams. I would like to concentrate on dream-writers who are also dreaming about other dream-writers.

This dream is a reflection of the chaotic road I'm taking on reaching this goal. Partly because I'm not focused on any particular dream-writer, my dreams continue to be loaded down with my own personal history (I once spent almost eight months in an Iranian prison) and I feel as if I'm traveling against the traffic.

Although the Dream Journal is the best dream-writing site on the web, I see practically no dreams there of dream-writers who are overtly dreaming about other dream-writers. I'm not very familiar yet with the Dream Views web site, but I do see some dream-writers dreaming about each other there. I'm very impressed with their common goal of the Task of the Month and the Task of the Year on that site. The Task of the Year has just begun and it is excellent. I feel certain that dedicating some time to those tasks would help toward the goal of dreaming about other dream-writers.

I felt like the construction workers who were building houses in this dream could be interpreted as dream-writers on the Dream Journal. Busy, busy, busy. Building a better tomorrow.

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Date: 05 Jan

Noisy neighbors and dehydration = wbtb

I drift in and out of sleep. There's a short non-ld where I observe and discuss a huge dog, two other large dogs and their owners. We take pictures.

DILD: This one started right after the non-ld as separate dream. I was looking forward to an ld after the neighbor induced wbtb.

I begin to feel the surroundings and hear a gentle tune as if coming from a toy or a music box. I am aware. This time things happen much slower and I notice that indeed, it was dark around me and then suddenly I open my eyes and see. The room is bright and vivid and dream-like liquid. This is supposed to be our kitchen. I'm happy I noticed the opening of the eyes. In this official dream entry/realization moment the melody makes a concluding sound, it then starts again. I find one of those kid toys that produce similar effects and make it play. I still hear the gentle tune plus there is a second layer of slower modern music (like a techno beat) in the background. I enjoy this for a while, having the feeling that I left the tablet on and the music is seeping in the dream.

For my disappointment, I ascertain that there is no one here and I wanted to do the resolution task again. I approach the window and see that the neighbor's place is just below, there is a bed and his entire room is accessible. Without hesitating, I get down and end up in his bed, but then have second thoughts. Things look kind of real, what if this is rl and I am trespassing? I decide to do a nose plug, it fails, but I notice the feeling is somewhat different from rl. I'm kind of annoyed and can't remember any other RCs to confirm. Finally, I conclude that I probably wouldn't be that crazy to do this normally and resume my activities.

My hope was to find the neighbor in his room, but there's no one there so I go around. It's a huge apartment complex in an unknown place. I pass by the windows of a closed store, some really nice sweaters inside and I almost lose lucidity thinking about the brand and design. I continue on my way to see another store, also closed. It's dark on the streets, like the city in early morning with no people in sight, apart for a guy that goes in the direction where I came from. I think he is another neighbor and then the realization hits me that I can ask him. I go back and follow him to his place. He soon comes down being a completely different DC (tribal dots on his face) with two other DCs accompanying him. He claims they are neighbors. I also introduce myself as a his neighbor and ask him about his NY resolutions. He replies he doesn't have time now, because he just met the other neighbors and it's one per weekend thing.

I insist on getting my answer, "don't worry I am not going to bother you, just tell me what your New Year's resolution is". He starts talking but I can't catch the words, the sound is muffled. He mentions something about a woman and then after repeated questioning from my side finally replies "I want to be someone they always remember, always want to know". Oh, that is beautiful, I exclaim and repeat his sentence a few more times to commit to memory. Two other DCs come in. I try to remember my other tasks but before I do, the dream fades.

In this dream my family was making some sort of weird ice cream using quantum ice,which melts the instant you look at it. It also melts the in the same amount of time you matter how much mass the ice has. I have noticed that quantum ice was melting when my family making the ice cream.

In the next dream I was battling some sort of evil villain who hid behind a computer screen. I was almost being defeated when as a last resort I formed a 37-foot barrier to protect myself. I then fell from the barrier,as I fell I did a RC,however it was too late,I woke up with a tingly feeling in my arm.

working randomly here.

I started on the concrete dancing on the blacktop. i wanted to go below the ground to go to hell to meet the devil to have a "supernatural" experience and to rid myself of fear among other things. I craved for a hint of something demonic. I elbow dropped the black top and landed hard on the pavement. i tried again where there was red cajun sprinkled on the ground which to me was a portal to hell. i elbow dropped it again and fell through into the blackness. I used my arms to propel myself lower and lower and LOWER beyond the depths of hell. There was nothing but blackness for a minute. Soon enough, i was falling from space. The direction seemed to be pulling me towards earth, but i was in the earths atmosphere floating through the dancing clouds while beautiful classical music was being played. i contained my fear of free falling the whole time while i was suspended in the air on a chair. I just let the scene play and let it takes its course until roommates woke me up.

BACKTRACK

Some girl was trying to comfort a guy who seemed stressed. He was saying how she didn't feel his pain and complaining. Another guy told me that he was a war veteran. I approached the heavy set stressed bald dude and put a hand on his shoulder and said, "i don't feel your pain or know what you've been through, but I wish you the best my man". He gave me a head nod in acknowledgment and he gave me a one armed hug. I used a two arm hug and almost squeezed the tears out of him. He pulled out his wallet and i was like, "whoa....no money needed for empathy man". And he shook his head and said, "no, here is my card.....call me". After walking outside, one of my friends (Darryl) asked for the number on the card and i refused to give it to him...probably because i felt that he wasn't "worthy" or whatever and that he specifically gave it to me for a reason, but I wish i had at least looked at the piece of paper to see what was on it, but I didn't.

BACKTRACK

I was in third person and watching the top of a tower on a (cartoon?) TV channel. I think the label said CBS and had the tag of a song (Bizzy Bone). The view scrolled from the top of the tower to the bottom quickly and it felt like an uncomfortable wild rollercoaster ride. This happened on two different towers.

FAST FORWARD (HORROR MOVIE)

I AP'ed out of my bed and decided to explore my room. Roommate wasn't there, and the apartment was completely different. I laid back down in bed paralyzed and a pitbull was at my feet and the owner called him back. This was one of the many times when i was paralyzed in bed during this one session. I felt evil spirits around me but i warded them away with my courage. After that, I decided that I was a bad ass and even more evil than them telling them that they couldn't fuck with me. There was still nothing but blackness. Then "horror" words began popping up one by one...."EVIL" "HORROR" were the only ones i can remember. Then a movie came on the screen in third person. It started in some underground place and a few people were there. This is all i can remember.

I was lucid the WHOLE time and kept looking down at my hands to perform RC's and my pinky and ring finger were only stumps. I told Makyla to look at my freaky fingers.

In my dream my family is sitting with me at the porch with some Oreo cookies. They then pull me along and gather all the beans in the house. They might have burned or donated their rice. I asked them why they were burning beans,they didn't give a answer. Due to this, I realized that this was a dream,after this the dream became totally faded into black and I went back to sleep.

The next dream, I was at the robotic convention,(Lego robotics perhaps.),I forgot what happened in between,but I saw a female showering, but when I back the curtain, all I got a was metal box, which somehow cast this shadow . After some other events, I was back home with my pants missing,I had to go to the robotics convention,during a meeting,I suddenly realized I was dreaming because my pants reappeared. I still had no control over my dream, when I tried to control my dreams,the dream became black and then, I just went on with my sleep.

Dream of: 31 December 2013 (2) "Union Pacifico"

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strive for peaceful union

I'm in a movie theater with a fellow (probably in his early 40s) who is a friend of mine. As we're watching the movie, I notice that Mexican lobby cards are posted on the backs of many of the seats and on the walls. I like Mexican lobby cards and I think I could pull one off one of the seats if I wanted, but they seem to be glued on tight. Nevertheless, my friend attempts to pull one off the seat in front of him. Its a yellow lobby card for the movie Union Pacifico. I know that I have one just like it at home, only mine is green. He manages to pull it off the seat, but its still attached to a board. He tries to remove it from the board and rips some pieces of the lobby card off of the board, basically destroying the lobby card. I think that is such a shame. I tell him that he didn't have to tear it like that, that there was a way to remove the card from the board. He wants me to show him, so I take what's left of the lobby card in my hand. I look in my pockets for my silver pocket knife, but I don't have it. Instead, I pick up a sharp table knife, lift up one corner of the lobby card from the board and start prying the lobby card with the knife. In short order, the rest of the lobby card pops off the board. I leave it lying on the table which we're now sitting at in the movie theater.

I don't want anyone to see that the lobby card has been taken off the seat and ripped up. Thus I'm anxious when the tall theater owner walks down the aisle past us. We've set some glasses and plates around the torn lobby card in an attempt to hide it. I'm utterly dismayed when my friend calls to the owner who steps up to our table. Even though the movie is playing, my friend begins asking the owner how he can rearrange the seats so that he can have a little get-together with some of his friends. The owner tells him that he can arrange some seats in a little square.

My friend wants the owner to show him how the seats can be arranged and he stands up. When he does so, the owner notices the lobby card and says something about one of his lobby cards being torn up. The fellow doesn't say anything. I think he should at least make up a story about how he found the lobby card there in that condition and deny any responsibility, but he remains silent. I'm very unhappy with this fellow and now I want to distance myself from him.

The owner proceeds to move the seats into a little square to show what the arrangement would look like if the fellow decides to have his party there.

I'm quite upset with this fellow. I stand up and walk to the theater lobby. As I'm standing in the lobby, an elderly woman walks by and asks me if I'm renting or buying the two-story house on Eighth Street (in Portsmouth). I don't know who she is and I don't know what she's talking about, but I tell her that I own a one-story house on Eighth Street. She walks away.

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This was a weird dream. Like, a REALLY strange dream. The dream started out and I was a soldier in a military base. Someone said to look up, and everyone did. We saw a bomb falling through the air, heading toward the base. Unlike my comrades standing around me who were freaking our, I calmly and quickly started running away from the base, as anyone would do. I remember I was breathing pretty hard and that was the focus of my attention. The vague group of people I was running with looked back, and we saw the bomb nearing the ground. I found a rock I could crouch behind. The bomb dropped, and I could see and hear the dust blowing over the rock. I passed out.

When the dream resumes, I am in an arena of sorts with fighting between alien-like creatures who could turn invisible and the soldiers, us. It seemed very similar to the game Natural Selection. There was a young Hispanic man next to me who had a buzz cut. He told me to follow him, and I did. We passed through a circular room with some multicolored plunger-looking things lined around the edge. We turned left after going through the room and the man killed some aliens. Along the way I asked him how he survived the bomb, to which he replied, "I don't like to think about it." We eventually reached a green plunger, and I intuitively knew this was an objective for victory. It saw us and started hopping toward us. We motioned it to follow us and we trekked back to our base. In the room with the bases, for each color there was a base that looked somewhat similar to a convention booth. There were 4 people standing on one side of the booth, the one closer to the wall, and in front of each of them was a computer. There was a small barrier, and then sat the soldiers like myself. It seemed that they were awaiting orders. In any case, as we walked to the green base on the top right corner of the room, we were forced to pass the other bases. They all glared at us, because we were the first ones to bring back a victory token (point? doesn't matter) I initiated a high-5 all around with my green partners and me and the Hispanic man were off again.

One way or another, I got separated from the Hispanic man. I found a small alcove and tried to crawl inside. I must have shrunk down in size, but I didn't realize it at the time. I was crawling around this complex of dark damp corridors, trying to find 3 black boxes with a futuristic looking pattern of blue bands on them. I was fooled by many boxes that were black and had a pattern, but were not blue. Eventually I reached a man in a mystical looking cloak and hooide who seemed to be expecting me (at this point I believe I grew back to my original size). He was levitating 7 balls of orange light in his hands. Mesmerized, I walked up to him. He asked if I wanted them, and before I could say yes, he took back his hands and either hid or made dissapear the balls of orange light. "Nuh uh uhhh", he mocked. From the shadows the the left of us crawled a giant spider. I saw the spider and said, "Please. If I'm going to die, make it as painless as possible." She immediately reached around me and stung me with an enormous stinger. I grew faint instantly, and with a few of her legs she caught me and held me in a bridal/princess carry.

...This, but at an easier angle. I tried to feel where I had been stung to feel the stinger itself sticking out of me. It was probably as long as my entire legs. She explained to me that I would grow faint, my blood wold clot up, and that I'd die easy. I was comforted by that. Another creature came out from the shadows to the left of us, this time looking like a male version of Nina from Fullmetal Alchemist...



...Who stood upright, but still had the mane that Nina had. He begun to reenact some romantic scene with the spider. It was obvious that the chimera-thing and the spider were in some sort of romantic relationship. During their reenactment, my vision flashed between what was in front of me and the monsters replaced by actual human beings, doing the same things but underwater (for some odd reason). I couldn't see the human equivalent of the chimera, but the spider was a woman with brown hair and was wearing a white nightgown from the 1800s-ish.

This is when my alarm rang and woke me up.

First Dream

I was at some party, but I can't recall what for. The house that the party was hosted at was still under construction. Later on I had the urge to use the restroom, so I set off to find it. After finding what appeared to be the bathroom, I noticed it was still under construction and nothing functioned. I ran into one of the hosts and asked her to show me to a functioning bathroom. As we made our way across a field, we passed through a ramada occupied by a few people. One of them was me, I gave a nod and continued following the lady. I figured I was a time traveler from the future, and if I had stayed any longer then bad things would happen, but then I woke up.

Second Dream

I'm at a parking lot getting ready to get in my car when someone tries to rob me. They tell me to bring my stuff over to their vehicle. I comply, but grab a pistol that came out of nowhere on the passenger's side. As I bring the things they wanted to their car, I see a man who had the same thing happen to him. As I give the robber the stuff, I pull out the pistol and aim at them. They clearly don't know what to do at this point, as they set their weapon in the car to move things in their trunk. The man sitting in the back then leaps out and light them on fire using a spray can and a match. We call the police and gather our things and I wake up.

Legend: Non-Lucid , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

DayZ zombie escape:
I'm playing DayZ and I'm currently in a jungle area. I'm approaching a metallic hanger like structure. Shotgun currently out with a sniper rifle on my back. I see a man in the hanger and a friend of his close by. The man shouts at me to put my hands up and back off. I do that and quickly dash away. The man continues yelling insults at me. I should have scouted better, then i would have noticed there were people. I run into a military area and climb up a hill. I glimpse a sniper and kill him with my rifle. I then see another but as I'm about to take the shot, a group of four people attack my target. I get a feeling that the group is very skilled and hostile so I run but they see me.

I go down the hill and start running along the concrete edges of the military compound. They chase after me. I eventually get to a spot where my character glitches through so I get down and my body disappears through the ground. The enemy group comes to my location and starts looking around for me. I think I'm safe but i accidentally move and they catch on to my tactics. They throw a grenade over by me and when it explodes, The grenade kills me and two from their group. The next thing i remember, the group has gotten larger and they have 3 helicopters landed. All of a sudden, a mass of zombies invades. One group and their helicopters don't make it. Another helicopter takes off but crashes. Only one of their helicopters remain and gets away successfully.

The Stone Rebellion:
This dream takes place in the future. The setting is a planet like mars, but there is no sun so the sky is dark. In some places on the rocky exterior, cities have been built into the rock and light up the area around them. The dream starts off with a scene of Griffith (character from Berserk) talking to some man in a dark metallic room covered with messy pipes and wires. The dream plot shows him as a 'good' character fighting for the side of justice, but I get a feeling that it isn't so.

There is currently a rebellion growing amongst the population. Certain individuals are mysteriously obtaining super human powers. The powers seemed to be enhanced by sexual desire and reach their peak when two users of this power band together. As a result, you see two people groups frequently causing chaos in the cities. The dream shifts to a scene of Kamina (from Gurren Lagann). He's on top of a building built into a rocky abyss. He contacts Griffith because he needs a partner. However, Griffith sends an assassin. The assassin meets with Kamina but Kamina already knows how this is going to go so Kamina summons a monster from his body and attacks the assassin. ( with the powers, think along the lines of Blue Dragon). The assassin manages to teleport away before getting crushed.

Still tracking FA's but current mindset is to not become overly concerned with them.

Just a quick entry for my own tracking, no true lucid moment recalled but close. Yesterday 1/6/14 I was dreaming about logging in at work and was woke up by my back up alarm to get me to work at the last minute. I am guessing this started as a FA around the time of the first alarm. Zonked out! Also dreamed about my son LDing and visiting 5 distinct places and was getting ready to "go back in."

Last night bedtime activity zonked me out longer than normal and this morning I didn't use my sleep mask or earplugs that I normally use as my wife gets ready for her day. This morning 1/7/14 I dreamed about several things going on currently IWL including a new rec group I will be meeting tonight; my son 2 separate dreams Uni & girlfriend; my mention of sensation based WILD entry last night on DV had me in an FA thinking I was actually waking up in the halfway zone and able to DEILD using sensations. I was looking over a cliff from my bed (very interesting to me) seeing different things going on down below and as I slip off the edge of the cliff knowing full well there was no danger I was trying to use that sensation of sinking off the cliff and deeper into the bed to DEILD/WILD but I was already asleep in hindsight!(I don't know what you would call this but I am not calling it a true LD or adding it to my count. I lost awareness none-the-less and I think the next dream was my son/girlfriend one.

03.01.2014

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Não me lembro muito bem do sonho, mas vou colocar a parte que interessa.
Eu estava em um lugar escuro, com muitas mulheres bonitas. Não me lembro o que estava fazendo, mas na hora pensei: "Ei! Estou sonhando! Eu posso fazer o que eu quiser!"
Na hora fiquei lúcido, lembro de pensar em plantar bananeira, e até comecei a fazê-lo.
Em seguida, comecei a me sentir girando, já não sei se estava no sonho ou não, mas me sentia lá e na minha cama ao mesmo tempo, tentando me manter no sonho, senti tontura, acho que não consegui manter o sonho e acordei

I get sloppy journalling here - but I do a day-journal at the moment - at least started out.
Edit 01.27.14: Well, well, well - I caught around 4 days since that - I can do better! I hope I will!!

Anyway - on Saturday I met a very nice and interesting woman (intellectually interesting - like common interests..) and a hopefully mutual feeling of understanding what the other wants to say.

Last night I dreamt of meeting her and taking up a discourse, we had started, once more and to mutual learning-effects.
I will not get into what it is we could teach each other - but I am pretty sure, it is a good idea to sit together and do this - with a glass of wine and so on - and I think, I am inspired by this dream to put something like it up in real life.

16.12.2013

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava deitado na cama, me via nu.
Eu estava desempregado e pensando que precisava de um emprego como Pleno.
Eu andava por uma calçada e via escrito Pepe numa parede; Sentia falta do Daniel.
Eu pegava um ônibus que ia pra Vivo.
Eu sabia que não estava indo pra trabalhar, mas sentia falta de fazer esse trajeto, de ver esse lugar.
O ônibus tinha assentos livres, mas eu não me sentava. Ficava do lado de um assento livre, e pensava em me sentar.
Uma mulher passava a catraca e se sentava nesse lugar.
Eu procurava outro assento e me sentava.