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1. I was inside of a tall tower on a gloomy world that I had never been to before in my dreams. The sky was a dark indigo and partly cloudy. I walked up to the top of this tower and went to the top balcony level where the tower opened up to the sky. Once I got up here I met two girls, one blonde, one brunette. The blonde was wearing a costume that somewhat resembled the one that Tinkerbell wears. It was a really short green dress that only reached to a little ways past her thighs. I sat down to the left of this blonde girl, she looked to be in her early 20's or even younger.
As I sat down I heard the two girls start too talk about past lucid dreamers. I became curious and joined in on the conversation. I asked what they did with past lucid dreamers that had been here before, and the blonde bluntly told me, "Oh they all just wanted to have sex with us, so we did." Immediately I became some sort of lucid, but I'm not sure if it was a fake lucid or authentic one. "If you did it with them, why not do it with me?" I asked. "Ok, why not" the blonde replied. She then scooted near me closer, but she moved towards me kind of slowly as though to create a type of sexy approach.
Finally she got right next to me, "You can get on top of me now, I don't mind" I said(lol sounds so weird, I know). With my help she then got on my lap. Holy crap, when she sat on my lap her dress didn't even reach past her thighs, its like it shortened. I ran my hands across her legs and thighs, it was time. I pulled it out and started banging the blonde. But that's not the important part, I discovered something else, something that would alter my lucid dreaming forever. After I finished having sex with the blonde girl I remember flying off somewhere.
After flying for some time I encountered another DC. I'm not sure whether it was a male or female, but whoever it was, they were extremely intelligent. I remember asking them, "How can I stay in Lucid Dreams as long as I want?". They replied to me, "Simply know that you never have to leave this place, that you control when you wake up." After this a chain of events occurred, but I don't remember them. I thought with that reasoning though, that I don't have to wake up until I want to, and it worked for the entire dream. The only thing that made me wake up after some time was the fact that I knew I had school and I didn't know if I would be able to hear my alarm, so I woke myself up. Other than that, I literally had no problem whatsoever staying in the dream .

In the end, I have no idea whether or not this was a real lucid dream, if felt pretty real, but at the same time, the way I achieved lucidity seemed a bit off. Plus, my recall of the beginning of the dream where I first gained lucidity was a bit fuzzy.

11.4.14

Last night bed at 9pm - 2:30am

also slept a lot yesterday from 9am to 2pm, coz I wasn't feeling well last few days, and I'm still not good

DR:

I'm at some kind of a family compound. Outside in the very large yard, or field. It's surrounded by a fence, but inside is just dirt or dry grass, as if it was fall or winter.

Somebody is trying to come in in a homemade helicopter. I realize something and I get him to take me home from there to my mom. It's far away, another country or even continent.

Now I'm at home. I'm heading to the restroom when my mom is calling me. I go to see and she has some pyjamas on the bed, asking me if I want to take some with me when I'll return back to where I came from. They are very cool looking, gray and black and white, and soooo soft. But I don't want to take hers away, as I did last time. And I feel sorry now for not bringing those back to her now, since I could have had, having a ride and all.

Now my dad is there too. We have the courtains opened and I'm looking outside at some dark cloud, which has a "leg". I think I see it getting longer, and another cloud has a part that is also protruding down and getting longer and bigger. I say "wow, you guys we are getting a tornado". The hanging parts are now in shape of a tornado and spinning wildly.

By the time I grab my camera, they are so close that all I see is blackness. I ran to doors and close them, yelling at everybody to do the same. In case some window opens, it won't suck us all out.

It goes right over the house. I am excited. I go out on the kitchen balcony. My aunt is there and I ask her how they protected themselves from tornado. But she is busy. Her daughter (my cousin K) is in wedding gown, getting married. She says we should hurry, coz they are starting to gather.

My mom says she has no dress for a wedding, coz they didn't tell her on time. I also don't have anything, since i only grabbed one bag when I was going there.

I ask about my friend who came with me yesterday and was sleeping over, and mom tells me she went home already. I remember she has family in town.

I'm looking out the living room window again. I tell my mom "you won't believe how often I have a dream about me looking out this window". And I see the tennis courts across the street.

Suddenly its pitch dark outside. I see an anourmous cloud of large, black birds flying by. They are mostly or all crows, flying in neat formation, all same speed. Some of them look at me. I once again scramble for my camera to take pictures, coz it's an incredible sight.

Now from the other direction, from south to north, there are people flying in the air. They are standing up as if walking. Most if not all are male, all dressed in business attire. I regnize one of them as an american actor. He has a bloody lip. I look at others and most of them have some sign of trauma. They are all somber, not talking, not looking around.

I ask a question and one that looks like the actor answers "time". I ask to clarify and he says "we are running out of time".

My mom told me that she looked forward to having some chocolate milk with breakfast. Next thing I remember I was lying down and drinking chocolate milk straight from the carton. It was a small carton and I finished it. Then I felt bad because I knew my mom had wanted some. I wanted to make amends and go to the store and get more, but there was concern whether there was enough time to do that before breakfast.

Morning of November 4, 2014. Tuesday.



I seem to be much younger and living with my mother (who died years ago). The house seems somewhat of a variation of the house in Brisbane on Stadcor Street, though I am not sure of the country or state, perhaps Florida again. It seems she is also watching someone else’s kids, at least two (unfamiliar) girls. Over time, there is a total lack of cohesion in any potential plot or focus. Several dream scenes repeat several times with only a small awareness of repetition while in the dream.

One event relates to having a large bowl of cereal. (The kitchen seems to be where the main bedroom was if assuming the Stadcor Street house and what would be the kitchen is the main bedroom, though not precisely mirrored as is common in some dreams.) I get what I assume is cereal (Wheat Chex or something similar), pour it in a bowl, and then pour milk on it. At first, it seems to be normal cereal. After a time, though, I notice that there are very small pieces of meat (steak), onion, and carrots in the mix. I particularly notice the onion spirals and the distinct flavor within the milk. It seems a bit “wrong” at first, but then I consider that it is just a different type of meal and eat it anyway (especially as I do not want to waste it). (On a side note, eating and actually tasting food such as within this dream is not that common for me. In fact, for me, food dreams are the least common of all.)

At one point, I am making a beverage, which I believe is an atypical mocaccino. For some reason, the drink changes colors from a darker to lighter brown. There is also some sort of flavor packet that puts red particles in the drink (similar to very small flakes of chocolate), which do not dissolve. I get the strong impression that drinking it will give me freckles (which I have never had in real life), which is not necessarily a bad thing. For a very short time, I contemplate looking in the mirror to see if the mocaccino gave me freckles. However, that thought quickly fades and this entire dream scenario repeats at least three more times in the same order.

I was at this weird school which slightly resembled my own in the way that all the buildings were re-arranged and there was a lot more forest like growth around and a few animals too, it looked pretty rad. At one stage I was filming something with a few friends behind a building. Everyone started going home after that and getting a ride from other friends so I asked my sister and she said yes. We hopped in her car, she was sipping on a drink, she started to vomit a little bit and then went into full projectile vomiting all over the car, when she hopped out she had this weird green face although she pulled it off and her normal face.

We ended up driving to a house and I just sat there for the rest of the dream.

A fragment about the walls in the house being on fire, you could only see it from certain angles. Like a lick of flame on a burnt out log.

In the dream I worked in an office building, I saw people from my WL work there like Jessi, except her hair was brown instead of blond. It wasn't just an office, it was also the police department. The police and the newspaper were one entity, with different branches. I was a reporter, of sorts. The police are having a meeting in the middle of the room, huddled between two parallel rows of desks that run the length of the building. One wall consists of floor to ceiling windows. I hear them say that they are still looking for any leads on the murder. I know I need to tell them what I saw, but I keep this secret to myself, for now I am afraid. I not only witnessed the murder, but the murderer spotted me afterward. I recall crouching behind a beam on an abandoned arched bridge, and how he paused, standing up straight and meeting my eyes.

The meeting breaks up, and when the flow of people clears, I see a man sitting among the other reporters across from me. He is wearing a denim shirt, his head his shaved. He turns and his eyes, which are sharp and ice blue, find mine. I freeze. It's the murderer. He's infiltrated the police department as a reporter. He gives me a slow, crooked smile. I avert my gaze but I can still see him in my peripheral vision, and it is then that I notice that his eyes are shaped like Liam's and I can even see a short fall of amber hair. When I see him again straight on his appearance has changed, making me wonder if I really did see the killer here in the office. Now the shape of his face is different, and his eyes are brown. His head is still shaved, and he wears the same clothing, but he doesn't seem the same.

He approaches me and we sit down across from each other in a black bench restaurant booth with a black table. Jessi sits beside me. The man digs into his food ravenously, though his appearance is now unsettling. He looks almost like a drawing, for he has none of his back teeth and when he dips his head to take a bite and his eyes roll up to look at me, they are dark red-brown. I shiver. Everyone thinks he's hitting on me, and no one thinks he's a serial killer. He's being perfectly polite, though I can't figure out why, and when he gets up to leave...Jessi whispers, "He really seems to like you."
"I don't know. He makes me nervous."
She laughs a little, knowingly.
"Not the good kind of nervous. BAD nervous." You know, like he's going to murder me in my sleep. There is a distinct and disturbing duality in how I view the man. Because I know that the killer had ice blue eyes and a differently shaped face, part of me is attracted to this man who is obviously trying to flatter me. Then there is the part that insists he's dangerous, that he's playing a part and when the facade falls away we'll all be sorry that we were taken in by the mask.
I find myself walking down a wide set of stairs, Jessi is to my left, and the man is to my right. They are one step behind me. Jessi reaches over to massage my left shoulder, telling me I look tense. The man echoes her action and in it I see something of Liam, my view is from a backward angle, so I see his hand on my shoulder, it is large and fair-skinned. He presses his thumb into my shoulderblade and relieves an amazing amount of tension from my muscles.
Then he is no longer an echo of Liam, but the dangerous man who might be a killer. He has surreptitiously touched me, delicately, almost like he knows he shouldn't but can't help himself. I know he shouldn't either, so I send him a sidelong look and he withdraws his hand.

Aaaand that's all. I don't feel like proofreading this. Sorry for any mistakes.

Dreams from November 2nd.

1.
I’m talking to a girl, I ask her something like “What do you think about this?’ as I point (to a bookshelf?). She ignores me, her face almost slack, and I realize ‘I’m not dreaming anymore’(??). I come to realize I’m sitting up in bed, awake.

2.
Outside (out back at grandma’s house?), there’s a little girl to the left jumping on the pad of a really tall, green flower. For a split second I think how dangerous that is, and then she slips off. On the ground, she says something about how she should have known that would happen.

Directly ahead, a younger girl is playing in a square patch of grass the size of a dinner table.

Something about me walking out of a room and seeing a young boy. He says something about ‘you saw, didn’t you’. Suddenly I ‘knew’ he was talking about how he hadn’t flushed the toilet.

I’m not sure if I was sleeping in the dream or what, but I jump out of bed(?) because of some noise I hear. It’s police sirens. They were there for the boy next door. I hear them talking to him through the wall. They’re prescribing him some medicine for whatever issue he has that caused the problem.

Just as me and Rane are about to discuss something, she says something about wanting to help the boy with something. I tell her that we’ll finish this conversation later, and she agrees.

Side-note: There was definitely more bits to this but I convinced myself I had already woken up too much/was too tired to type up more dreams. By the time I got myself to sit up the details and order of events were gone.

Inspirations: A similar-ish scene happened at my sister’s where she hadn’t flushed the toilet when I went to go, and there was a pregnancy test in the trash – she asked me if I’d seen, afterwards. Once, the police actually did come here because a young boy getting in trouble. And there was one time the police did come at night because our neighbor was driving drunk… Medicine most likely comes from me being nervous about my appointment to check my thyroid levels and up my dosage.

I remember only one dream from tonight.

It was a little modern village kind of a place, and I remember lots of my family members and friends being there. We were all hanging out outside, and I remember trying to get Jenya's attention (a flashback to the time where I liked her).
Also towards the end of the dream my sister came up to me with scissors, and started trimming my hair. (Also a flashback to the glancing thoughts I had last couple of days about my hair getting too long.)

Once again I prove the theory that only the things I don't focus on in waking life, come to me in dreams.
Hmm, wonder how I can use that.

11-03-2014: It's been a while since I last posted here. Yes, I have had some strange dreams over the past three years, but either they went too fast or I haven't had the time or bad days have caught up to me...repeatedly.

However, the one last night was pretty memorable. I was able to also match the description of the dream character as well. She had brown hair and brown eyes, a petit build, wearing a beige bubble jacket, dark blue jeans with black high top Chucks (Converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars, for those who don't get the popular term) with either aqua green or sky blue shoelaces.

She also looked around 14 or 15-17 years of age, and politely asked me and another character on a bus as she walked by, "Is anybody sitting here?" I didn't get to see what happened next, as I woke up around 6:30~40-ish. I believe she appeared in one other dream I had a couple of months ago, stemming from a strange YouTube video I saw detailing the uploader's views on reactions if YouTube user davemadson was terminated, and one of which had a screaming little girl that likely came from an episode of R.L. Stine's The Haunting Hour that aired on Discovery Family (formerly The Hub). (On a sad note, he DID have to close down his channel on April 7, 2014 because of his busy personal life AND Microsoft discontinuing support for Windows XP that day--and I didn't even subscribe to him.)

However, it was likely the girl from last night's dream but with the same clothes clinging to me, holding on to my left arm like she's scared of somebody. And yes, she still had the same (either) medium or dark brown hair and brown eyes. Again, I didn't know what happened next like the dream last night, as I woke up early.

One of my life goals is to write a YA story, or young-adult novel. And as I'm writing this entry, I'm considering making her the main character. As I listen to a lot of music, I am also considering what kind of playlist she might have (personally, I would like it to be '90s mixed with today) as well. I am also in my 19th year writing (got my first computer/word processor in 1994, didn't start writing until 1995). In regards to the dream character, I haven't given her a name yet. I am also considering creating teenage boy characters where James Lafferty and Miko Hughes are inspirations/ideas (this is starting to become a trademark habit of mine) as well that serve as an interest to her. However, I'm not sure whether to base the story in California or North Carolina yet.

I have found out in recent years that writing a story that takes place in North Carolina is a lot harder than writing one that takes place in California. This has been going on since late-2003 when I took a creative writing class in my senior year of high school. And I also learned that writing a young-adult novel is a tall order and I've got my work cut out for me. So that means I'd better get going and not let life distractions get in the way of achieving said goal. Until next time...WM86

The only thing I remember from the night is the fact that I was searching in google.

This makes me believe that I should do WBTB 5 hours and not 4.5 hours after I fall asleep, because my REM cycle probably starts later.

Actually now I remember there being another dream. It was about the game called Clash of Clans. My base was being attacked by a giant ogre (a unit that does not exist in the game). He managed to destroy the town hall, but died immediately afterward, since most of my defences were shooting him.