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10.2.14

Wow, long time no entry coz no recall.

Afternoon nap 17 - 19:20

It was all nonlucid but very detailed.

Spoiler for not that explicit, but still:

So I was in a bed with a guy. We didn't know each other, so I'm asking him what he likes, and at the same time realizing I should not be asking, just doing. So I take my pants off, very vivid images of that, then the top, and my necklace is getting tangled in my hair. Then we are in bed again. Then it's time to take rest of it off. So I get up and get nude. All this time we are working on each other.

I don't recall much of the dream because I didn't write it down in the morning. All I remember is being in a house and talking to someone, maybe my mom.We were going to go shopping at a store like JC Penny I think with some other people.But out of no where a boy stopped us from going there and asked another person a question. He asked this question"If someone had a baby with their lover and went away for two or one year, but left their love in them, is it wrong?"The other person said no and he was relieved to find someone who agreed with him.Than I woke up.

10/02/2014
"Where's Your Godzilla, Now?!"

I was in either an apartment complex or a large hotel, and it was being attacked by a giant creature, similar to the Meganulon in the 1956 movie Rodan (which my roommate and I watched, last night), except way more bad ass, and closer to the Godzilla vs Megaguirus version (pictured above). It would burrow and tunnel through all of the apartments/rooms, like a worm through dirt, and it had cornered me in one of the upper hallways, far above the parking lot. When I tried to duck away into a room, it would crash through a wall, heading me off. Then, I would crawl through a window to escape, and it would charge back into the hallway, stalking me.

Not able to get passed the monster, I turned to run the opposite way. After not more than a few feet, I saw that the hallway was blocked by a enormous f'cking spider, the size of a small car, crawling along the wall and coming around the corner, toward me.

I was now trapped, with the Rodan wannabe on one side, and the mutant spider on the other. Running back into the rooms hadn't done me any good, so far. Faced with no other option, I climbed up on the banister and crawled over to the other side, suspending myself on the outside of the railing and starting to climb, precariously, down to the floor below me.

It is unclear, whether or not the monsters started to follow me, though, as I don't remember anything after this point.

I had several non-lucid dreams. None particularly memorable, but I did observe something interesting about how I dreamed. I remembered one dream fragment, and one lengthy dream before my WBTB alarm went off. This tells me that lucid dreaming is possible before WBTB because obviously I was already having dreams. I had some other dreams after my actual wake-up alarm, but I don't remember them. I also hit my snooze a few times, and each time I drifted into a short dream. These are more lucid opportunities, supposing I extended my "snooze" to 20 or 30 minutes.

I've been contemplating why I want to lucid dream. "Because it's cool" is not a good enough reason; plenty of things are cool and do not require so much time and effort. I think the answer may lie in just wanting to be more observant and aware at all times, including my dreams. I have always had a fascination with the freedom that lucid dreaming offers, too. Why do you lucid dream?

I read the October dream challenges. I'm hoping to accomplish at least #1: finding a pumpkin and seeing what's inside.

9/29/14
The Slenderman:
I was sitting down on a Bench inside a store sitting next to my recurring DC Friend.
I had many games in this backpack I had one in perticular was really crazy, It said PS3 on it I said "Dude look at this, it says PS3 when its clearly a PSP game card." Madden 13 it said, but it wasn't a PSP game card it was DS game card!
Eventually, me and my DC Friend went inside the slenderman game.
We were back in a flowershop now, and I looked outside the place my eyes widened. "Dude, look its slenderman!" I lied, (why would I lie?) and pointed to a tree. He yelled "EEEEEK!".
Finally, my mother started crying (In the Dream) and yelled for me but she wasn't crying anymore she yelled my name in a mad way if I was in trouble. (In the Dream)
9/30/14
Video Games sure enter your dreams, oops! Title is taken! -
I was playing a Video game I was playing as Sage Mode Goku (From Battle Of Z) and, fighting a adminstrator he was Sasuke...? I think...but anyway I fought him eventually, other people were playing on my team the gameplay felt like Dragon Ball Xenoverse. Someone smriked evily and, formed a attack like 6 Tails Naruto would do you know that red Ball like attack? We beat the Adminstrator, I celebrated.

I've been having reallllly weird dreams lately, compared to my weird stress-induced dreams about work. I've been waking up in a panic unfortunately because of them so I lose a lot of recall on them, but this is what I remember. I would really like feedback on the dream from 10/1/14, just because I've never had a dream like that involving owls


9/30/14

My boyfriend and I are at a football game, namely the Seattle Seahawks and the Denver Broncos. I know it's this game because one, we're wearing our Seahawks jersies (and so are a lot of other people) and because I just know it's in Denver. Does that make sense? Anyways, the stadium is half of my high school's football field and half of Safeway, namely the checkout area. We're shopping for snacks, about to head into the game, and these little kids keep running around and fighting with each other. My boyfriend and I are sick of them fighting, so he chases them around the stadium and I'm waiting to catch them. They run into me and I grab them and say "interception! that's what happens when you play the seahawks!". Only putting that one in because I'm 99% sure I said that out loud, because my boyfriend asked me why I was talking about the Seahawks in the middle of the night.

Well we jump from capturing the kids to sitting on the field. We're sitting in metal bleachers on the very end, and a storms coming in. Just like in all my dreams about storms, the sky goes to a really deep navy blue, and the bad part of the storm turns black. We realize it's about to be a tornado, but we don't have time to leave. We're trying to hunker down, but the storm comes in too fast and we get sucked into the tornado. I wake up in a panic because I'm freaking terrified of tornados (even though in my city the last actual tornado to actually do anything in my city was back in 1979..). I know more happened after that but I woke up so suddenly I lost it



10/01/14

This is the interesting one. I am with my family, but it's not my family. It's me, a younger sibling (I think a girl for the most part, but it's gender switched) and our aging father. We can fly, and we're flying in search of something, like food or money. I don't know what, but it's just this feeling of needing to find a supply of something. My father lands us in the mouth of this cave, halfway up a mountain. It's dark and somewhat gloomy, and there are shelves built into the wall. There is a back room you can get into through an arch built into the stone wall. We're rummaging, looking for something. I get the feeling we either own this cave area (somehow) or it's an unmanned shop. We collect items (cant remember what) and we're getting ready to go. I remember my father figure standing off to the side, holding an armful of things. I remember he lays down on his stomach in the mouth of the cave, and he's smiling. He's happy, and I get the feeling it's because he owns the cave (at least I think). A good thing to note is that in the dream I'm standing off to the side with my sibling, but I'm watching him from an upper angle to his left. I'm staring down at him, and suddenly, he's thrown back and I'm now the father. I'm in his body, and I know that it's me lying on my back, but I'm still watching from the same angle.

This giant owl that's about 3 or 4 feet tall, light brown with a white face and chest, lands on me/father figure and pins down the body. He says something along the lines of, 'this is what your price for treachery is!' and then he sinks his beak into the neck and rips it out. And I mean, it's pretty gore. He slices the neck up and just goes to town on it. And I know it's me dying, but all I can do is watch. The owl is up to the side of me on the wall,opposite of where I'm watching from. My view switches from up above to the right to looking up at the owl beneath him. He spreads his wings out and says, "if only you had done your part, paid what you owed, you would have lived!" and I got this really heavy feeling of like, I don't know, a gang or something. Like me/father figure was in the business with the owl and we didn't do our share so the owl killed me/him.

I woke up pretty startled, needless to say, and I lost a lot of bits from the dream

I was driving down a highway somewhere in Iowa. There were fields stretching off into the horizon on both sides of the road. it was late afternoon. There were no other people on the road.

I came over a rise, and saw something strange. Over off the road in a tobacco field on my right, a man was being crucified. I pulled over and got out to get a better look. The cross was t-shaped and about thirty-to-fifty-feet high. It was secured with metal cables. From the two arms of the cross some material was hung, like silk or plastic wrap. it formed these "wing" sort of things, like those wings on the flying suits that people wear.

The man being crucified appeared to be a white man made up in African ceremonial dress and paint. He even had two bones stuck in both his nostrils. Much to my surprise, he was laughing. It was a deep and sinister-sounding laugh.

On the ground were the people who had put him up and come to watch him die. They were all Amish people, and they stood around silently and emotionless with there arms crossed, looking up at him.

A young man met a boy who claimed to be his long lost brother. But it turned out he actually wasn't, and the false brother kidnapped the young man and forced him at gun point to make humiliating phone calls to all his friends. In total, he was forced to make 470 of these calls. Then the false brother murdered him.

I was in a men's restroom with the door open. I has holding a white latex surgical glove. I took some scissors and cut about an inch off the end of the index finger. I filled this up with water from the sink, tied the open end and threw it like a water balloon against the wall. It burst and splattered water. Then two girls came to the door and looked in at me. I picked up the remains of the finger, held it out to them and said, "Look! It's Professor Siri!"

I was sitting at my kitchen table with a young woman and man, not sure who. We were just chatting about the day's activities. The young woman said to me, "I have to leave now to go buy some Lipidil (for cholesterol)." I said, "Hey wait, I think I have some in my cupboard. I use to be on that too." I walked over to the cupboard and opened it. I see the Lipidil box sitting there amongst the other medications and I grab it. When I looked closer at the label it said ASA. What the heck, did I grab the wrong box? I put the pill box back and tried again. The same thing happened! Wrong pill box. I knew instantly I was dreaming. I'm Lucid! Now what should I do.? I thought it would be great to ask for my daughter to come and visit with me, but first I'll need to stabilize the dream, because things were fading fast. I began to swirl, and swirl, and swirl. Usually I don't have to swirl this long for the clarity to come back. Finally the dream was coming back and there was a glowing person standing in my kitchen. I was still swirling. The person said in a pleasant man's voice, "Welcome back!" Just then, there was a loud noise in my house (physical home), and I woke up. Darn, this would have been a lot of fun!

A man in a cartoon was killed by various sentient industrial-grade film cameras.

My sister and I were playing hide and seek in our house. Instead of stairs, we had holes in the floor with ladders.

As I was looking, I was walking backwards for some reason. I abruptly turned around, and just inches from my face there was a black cat, standing on its hind legs leaning out over the edge of a table, absolutely motionless. It's mouth was wide open, and it stared fixedly at me with yellow eyes.

Then I found my sister. It was my turn to hide. I hid in a closet. When she found me she was incredibly sad, and her eyes were red and wet. She had had an enormous mood swing.

I lived in the country during World War 5. One of my friends had a job as a mail carrier, and she hated it because she has bad knees.

I was riding down a road on the back of a flat-bed pickup with a bunch of noisy teen boys. They were all carrying rocket launchers and machine guns and grenades and stuff. As we drove down the interstate, we would occasionally drive passed a big billboard. At that point, the boys would all jump off, run up to the sign and just DESTROY it with their weapons. Pretty epic.

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Thursday morning, 2 October 2014.

A Big Fly Crawls From a Small Pipe and Bites Me

Dream # 17,454-02.

I am in the bathroom of my current real-life home. I recall I need to replace a tap spindle because the shower’s hot water does not turn off completely. (In reality, the spindle threads had worn; the handle turned without tightening.)

I focus on an area near the ceiling where a small pipe capped with a bolt juts diagonally downward. (The feature does not exist in reality.)

Something undetermined inside the pipe, seemingly alive, is slowly pushing out the bolt. It turns out to be an unnaturally big green bottle fly doing this. It emerges after it pushes the bolt out. (There is no backstory implying how it got inside the pipe.)

The fly painfully bites the middle of my right forearm, which I assume may be fatal. Without emotion (because of dream state intuition), I sit at the foot of our bed to wait for Zsuzsanna.

An unfamiliar man of about 40 (this dream’s protoconsciousness) sits in our lounge room. I do not perceive him as an intruder. I think he might be here to help me with either the plumbing or my presumed medical emergency (even though such an immediate response would be impossible in reality), but he does not react.

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Upon waking, I realized my dream’s pain was an exaggeration of “pins and needles” caused by uncomfortably sleeping on my right arm. (I often sleep on my left side, unlike here.)

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A life form emerging from somewhere, especially an enclosed area, correlates with my anticipation of exiting the dream state. It is as simple as that.

The fly (somatosensory anticipation from neuronal energies increasing) emerges from the pipe (REM atonia decreasing through spinal neurons).

There is an additional association with achieving arm and hand mobility and strength because I swat at annoying flies in real life. My dream’s beginning exemplifies REM atonia by focusing on a tap handle unresponsive to a hand tightening it.

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If you still do not understand dream content causality, review the following:

I am uncomfortably sleeping on my right arm. REM atonia (natural immobility while sleeping) is also a factor here.

The dream state responds to this by presenting a situation where using my right arm (to tighten a tap) is infeasible.

Spinal (to the upper end of the “pipe”) motor neurons (“buzzing fly”) increase my awareness of my wrongful sleeping position until pain (“fatal” fly bite) becomes the predominant focus.

Sitting at the foot of our bed in the last scene demonstrates metacognition as a precursor to wakefulness.

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Dream - Lucid

I had some college courses I had signed up for, 4 or 5, but had only gone to a few classes. I was trying to recall the last time I attended class. I wanted to drop them, but it may have been too late in the semester and I was going to have to fail them. I had someone that I was with look on a computer at my grades for me because I was too embarrassed to. I don't think there were any failing grades, strangely. but I kept thinking about missing tests and how that had to affect it. I then thought about the teachers calling roll every day and my name still being on the roll because I hadn't dropped the class yet.

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Dallas was ordering food. He got a sandwich and a bunch of everything bagels, some in a bag and I think he was carrying one. I was thinking about how that couldn't be healthy for him to eat so many bagels. I wasn't hungry, but I had food too. I went to go into this room that was supposed to have a long table and some chairs in it to eat on, but looking through the window, I saw a bunch of small desks and chairs in two vertical lines. No one was sitting in them. I opened the door and saw there was a teacher in there, a young man. I suppose he was getting ready to test his class or something. We still wanted to sit in there and eat, and he seemed ok with that. He then asked me to hang him a croissant. He pronounced it very French-like. I was looking around for them but didn't see them immediately. I then saw a plastic container with some slightly overdone croissants in it. I handed him one. I then sat down.

I was having some dream about walking around my university. I was standing outside the student center, kind of the main building of my university. There is an amusement ride going around the lake in the back of the center. It is some kind of roller-coaster only it doesn't go above ground. It just makes use of the terrain. Also, there is only one car, that holds four people.
I watch it go on a cycle and think about how fast and jolty the ride looks. It does not look like fun. But of course there is some DC telling me that I am a big baby for not going on what would be a rather mild ride. He says he is going to ride it. But the dream characters on it seem to be having a great time. On the second cycle it ends up coming off of the rail and rolling into the lake. Lucikly, the safety harnesses come loose and the people swim safely to shore.
Karma for that guy who called me a baby.
I walk off and somehow find myself in the wrong part of the university. I tell some other dream characters what happened to the ride.
Eventually I think I may have run into Manei, and gone to semi lucidity, but the dream got hazy and I either woke up or carried on.

Another LD: Video Games sure come to your dreams eh?
As I was slowly falling asleep I wanted a little nap before school, a Minute later I heard voices in my head...but it felt like it was near my ears.
I was in A Dream it was like some video game type thing, a DC version of my Dad was near me, I looked over to my right way over to the right there was a thing forgot what it said but, it was kindof like corrupted data.
Forgot Dialogue but it made us go inside this place, my Friend Adnan was there.
Became Lucid around this point.
"Are you Lucid?" I asked him, "No." he replied.
We ran up the stairs we were standing on somekind of balcany.
He took his hood up and pulled his sweatshirt up to his mouth, and walked outside.
I thought it was kindof rasist, I thought to my Mind. There were Terrorists outside, and he is muslum and pretended to be their leader.
We crawled outside on the balcony, I saw some guys point at us I thought they were going to shoot but they didn't.
I paused in the dream like in a video game, It was on Resume game I went down to Level Select, and went to Babyhood. I jumped off the balcony feeling as I'm shrinking, I had small baby hands.
Then everything went Dark, my eyes were shut I opened them I went to the clock It was 6:30 so a twenty minute LD?