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I walk through a door and come out in my IRL yard, thinking about how to get out of this situation (what that situation was, I no longer remember), when I remember this is a dream. I start flying, which I think of as a useful way of escaping that situation - my first instinct is to continue the dream storyline. Then I realize that since this is a dream, there's no reason for me to continue to deal with that situation at all. I'm looking up at a gibbous moon (it's in a different phase IRL. Also it was night in the dream; and there was no snow on the ground, though the trees were bare; and there was a bush that IRL was cut down years ago). Looking at that moon, I immediately (and accurately) remember two lucid goals that have to do with the moon, and I decide to fly up there. However, I get distracted thinking about those two different goals - the second one doesn't necessarily have to be done on the moon, and I wonder if trying to focus on both at once could throw me off.

Slight memory gap. While flying, I've somehow wound up getting entangled with some Christmas lights my IRL neighbor put up near the power lines - red, white and blue ones - and I've managed to damage the string of white lights. Although I'm still aware I'm dreaming and still intend to fly to the moon, I've lost some lucidity - I think I have to fix these lights first.

But after accomplishing that, I find something else that distracts me - a Bowie album called 'evil on sale' - and lose lucidity entirely.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a child who's the young, orphaned, lord of an estate. He's been asleep or unconscious for some days after some incident that put him in danger, and now that he's woken up he's found that his servants - one in particular, who's also a magician or something similar - have changed things about the house while he was unconscious. This house used to be full of secret, magical things - taking care of them was part of the duty of the lord of this particular estate - and now they've all been removed, for his own protection. The lord doesn't like this at all. He's run down to the cellars, where a locked door used to open onto a place where they kept a pair of unicorns, which are no longer there - that magician servant is here in the hall outside that locked door, up on a step ladder, dusting a lamp. The lord's talking to a young, blonde servant girl who'd been the one to inform him about the changes in the first place, he's desperately hoping that she'll tell him the unicorns are just outside in the fields, but he knows that won't be the case - they're gone.

2/27/14* Quick entry

Awareness work type: retracing my steps (&looking at myself from the outside)
Pre bed & short wbtb: visualization, interacting with desired DCs: Scarlett, Girl Friday, Wife
wbtb: as above + very short SSILD session, closed eye teleport attempts

Early non-lucid(!) with Girl Friday, sexy

LD: I don't recall the beginning of the dream (feels like at least a conversation missed before this). I am in an odd combination of my primary childhood home and M Blvd similar to the early non-lucid which I was thinking about during my short wbtb. My son just left the room and I give my wife the look and close and lock the door but the lock is strange. No door knob and the lock is a sliding switch that looks more like a light switch and I intuitively slide it down to lock the door (don't recall ever seeing a lock like this) and I am already questioning the scenario. I fully realize that I am dreaming as I look over at my wife standing there in atypical blue jean shorts nicely fitting and a tight t-shirt. I float towards her as she unbuttons her shorts and I am amazed at how vivid everything is and I start to look at the wood paneled wall behind her and the old fashioned wall paper on another wall and how the light is hitting everything like when the sun is low in the sky just before sunset. This focus on the backgrounds seems to make my wife disappear and I attempt to summon her in direct view a few times before I start to float towards the ceiling unintentionally and I think, oh well I will just continue through the ceiling and fly or something. I remember the sensation of phasing through the ceiling a little more markedly than usual as if my body warped a little as I passed through...usually I just fly straight up and out. I am floating up into the sky further and further and the sensation is just so wonderful that I simply go with it, allowing myself to float effortlessly into the cosmos it seems until it turns into the void before fading back to bed. Quite a sensation!

Had a dream, that some new law passed and then once the law passed, my house turned into a giant warehouse and the security doors closed and there was a whole population living in here. aliens and some types of rapid dog wolves were killing people and we were all trying to survive. killing the creatures anything we could get our hands on.

drempt damien came to visit and suddenly he was like OHHH i got to go. it was very sudden and weird exit which he attributed to the weather.

later i offered to take my sister and her friend out to diner. they said i cant pay for everything but i insisted

then finally i was at this bar type of place sitting accross from a girl when jerry came in and started hitting on her really hard and she couldnt ressis

The hopelessness seeps through the armor I've molded for myself, it eats away at my flesh as though it were acid.

I'm not returning there.

Escaping thoughts of the past, I feel it pulling me, dragging me back into the darkness. Grabbing the most solid image I can, I escape it before I'm submerged into the depths.

I see a friend, M, I haven't spoken to in a very long time. Make a proposal to him.

"I need your help."

"Ok."

"It's just, there's an issue-- wait, you just said ok?"

"Yes."

"Do you know why I'm here?"

"Yes."

He touches me on the side of my head and images begin to flicker within my mind.

I see us together, from his perspective. I'm sitting in front of him, talking, when black almost formless figures begin seeping into the space from behind me. I haven't seen them yet but he has. Before either of us do anything I watch as I'm being dragged away, down into the floor, past the floor, fighting against them. He tunnels after, trying to follow.

He pulls his hand from my temple.

"Wonderful! I don't have to explain then."

I just need a quiet, safe place to go over my methods. Being dumped into pointless dream after pointless dream means I waste energy leaving those dreams instead of thinking of a long term plan. The illusions are busy work. I need time, my friend can buy me more time.



He agrees. I head off to resolve the issue. I find a couple friends, one of which is the person I was looking for, Sen. Sen and others are here, in a hotel rooms of sorts. Waiting. Sen gets a phone call, it's time to move.

We leave and as I get downstairs there's a bus waiting. Sen ushers me onto it, I worry I forgot my phone but then as I dig around for it, I hear them shouting at me to get on. I do.

Once my foot touches the platform the bus moves. I struggle to pull myself fully on board. I assumed they'd come with me but they're not. I find a seat.

Looking out the windows it's clear we're speeding. Then we're going faster, fast enough to blur the images. It almost looks like we're in New York. Then the environment changes to more Asian influences. The bus stops. I get off. There are Chinese people nearby. I silently walk past them.

Eventually I arrive in a room, like an observatory. There's a large pole in the middle of the room as well as Sen's ancestor, a Voodoo Priestess I had met a number of times before.

A dead body is moved along the floor, then up against the wall, then overhead, only to be hit by an oncoming object from the opposite direction. The body bounces and returns to the original location. Then another sequence begins, this time the force has more impact to the body.

After the second sequence, lightning strikes the top of the pole, many bolts of lightning. I watch it, trying to understand.

"Don't look at the pole, this part will damage your (she either said mind or eyes)."

Quickly I look away, assuming it was one of those rules like don't stare at the sun.

Soon after this session fades, I'm in the mountains, trying to escape again. The area is too large to explore so I use a method similar to google maps. I drop a pin into a location, land there, observe the routes it leads to, then pick the pin up and redrop it someplace else. There's a specific exit I'm searching for.

Finding the direction I want I leave. I arrive at a lake with a friend. We jump from the top of a waterfall before other smaller issues arise.

February 27th, 2014

6:45 am non-lucid

Dream 3

Traveling, perhaps in Japan, all sorts of weird weather phenomenon. Such as a rainbow that half way through turned into heavy clouds.

Dream 2

Visited a Japanese store in the U.S. with my husband, met with a young teen who goes to the same high school my husband went to. He was being bullied, so I invited him to sit with us. We had our tablets out and talked about Graal. Fourth person entered discussion. I was tempted to download it again and explained I'm from the PC generation and don't really like the Android version. Harder to control and some people there are rude. Boy was sitting on opposite side of the table then moved to my side. Got out his portable DVD player or something like it and started playing a music video in which a girl is naked, her breasts clearly exposed. I though it was weird he had no shame in watching it in front of us. He got out a 2nd device and started laying Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (drama version) and I told him I haven't finished that drama yet but have seen that episode. He had four devices total out.

Earlier in the dream before meeting him but still in the store, I got out my 3DS from my backpack to turn it on sleep mode so that I can meet people in the shop. Screen had notably more scratch-like smudges than before. I wanted to wipe them off but had no felt. Blamed my husband for taking the felt.

After we all left by train, the boy, who was only in the U.S. for the weekend, took the train going south, while my husband and I took the train going north. We got to the train by going up the stairs. It was so crowded. I got separated from my husband who was in a booth. I went to a crowded seated area and sat in a long single seat with a feet rest facing the window. I thought it was weird, but then I saw a close friend of mine in a different train below from the window in the same kind of seat but not facing the window. I let my husband know I made it on the train, perhaps through a text.

A little girl from the daycare I work at called out my name from behind. She was sitting in the same kind of seat. Stranger was sitting next to her. I wondered why she was all alone. She looked so excited.

Dream 1

Snowy day (?), ordered pizza. Pizza guy was mad, perhaps because we were close to the pizza store (?). But my husband and I thought we were justified.

Finished writing at 7:06 am.

9:53 am non-lucid

Woke up many times from alarm, just didn't want to get up.

Had a dream that I went to see a live show. I think the scenario repeated itself twice. Went to balcony floor. Performer complained, but more people started coming up anyways.

Classmate was in the dream. Was given a prize trip to Connecticut and rolled his eyes. As the next prize fell I grabbed for it. I think the prize was cleaning supplies. I gave it to the person next to me. When I went to grab for it, it was going in that person's direction and I kind of leaned over to grab it. Though, my classmate, even though he doesn't know what the prize is, looked like he wanted to trade.

Performer asked Andy from The Office what he thought of the show, and he gave a good response and dropped my name in appreciation for reasons I don't remember. He used my internet alias, lumiina. Attention was on me. I tried to make a nice comment, but didn't appear sincere. I didn't really like the performer and thought he was a jerk.

Dream 1
not lucid

I was watching the scene first like I was watching a movie as the camera rolled along the side of a river. There was a splashing in the water as somebody I know was swimming in the water. I saw them pop up for a breath of air but soon after re submerged under the water. I began to panic and fear for him as I saw an alligator in the water above him and it too went under water. He popped back up a little further downstream as I still as well kept moving with him keeping him in the middle of my view. He went under again but this time the 2 alligators went down. I shouted out to watch out for the alligators. He turned and came to shore and was instantly dry. We walked to a barn nearby and went inside. There was an older man in his mid 50’s probably and was holding a small black suitcase. I knew there was money inside of it but I also knew there was a bomb inside and it was triggered to blow if it had any sudden movements/impact. We talked to the man and it seemed he was trying to blackmail us about something but I don’t know what. One of the people that were with us snuck up behind him and tried to stab him in the neck with a needle that would knock him out but he reached back and grabbed the needle. I reached out grabbed the suitcase in 1 hand and pushed the back of the needle with the other. The liquid shot out and landed into his mouth he just swallowed it and spit some of it out as well. We waited but it didn’t affect him at all as it wasn’t going into his blood stream. The group of us wrestled him down and I managed to get the suitcase from him and me and another person left.

Dream 2
not lucid

I was in some kind of apartment or hotel the walls and everything had a grayish tint and was very blah. The room we were in was very modern looking and the furniture looked very nice. I was talking with a man that reminded me of Liam Neeson and told him that there was a person coming up the stairs to get us. He was like okay I got this. He hid behind the door as the person walked in. He did some baddass moves and knocked the person out and the person just kind of vanished. As a little time went by There was another person that was coming up that I could sense and I opened up the door and saw them trying to hide in a closet across the hall. I was like Yo Liam come check out this loser….he is in the closet across from us trying to hide. So liam went over and kicked his ass as well. As I went back inside liam got jumped and the person had a chain around liams neck and was chocking him out against our hotel room wall. I opened up a drawer and pulled out parts of a pistol and started piecing it together. Liam was like help me…..I’m like I am….just give me a minute ive almost got it put together…. As I was finishing putting it together I woke up.

Dream 3
Lucid(but went with dream)

I was on the road and heading into this strange forest place when I arrived and got out of my vehicle and went inside of a cabin. I walked around with my fiancé setting stuff up and getting ready and we decided it was late and we would just go to bed. We got into bed and started to go to sleep I closed my eyes for a second and was thinking to myself. I should just try a reality check to keep myself use to doing them as I go to sleep and wake up. I reach up and plug my nose and attempt to breathe in. *wooosh* a rush of air comes rushing into my nose. Wait what????? I plug my nose again this time a little harder and attempt to breathe yet again. *woosh* another rush of air goes in as I breath in just fine. Wait a minute…. I’m dreaming? IM dreaming! I closed my eyes and thought to myself I wonder if I can levitate myself? I could feel my body leave the bed but for only a moment and I fell back down as I said no no no I can’t do that who am I kidding. I sat up and looked around like thinking am I really dreaming? I look down and rub my hands together the sensation is just as amazing as I remembered doing it the night before. I got up and walked around but the dream faded to darkness and I woke up in bed. Crap… I totally could have had that for longer if I would of tried to I said to myself as I opened my eyes. Well since I’m awake I might as well attempted to do a RC . I poked my finger against the palm of my hand and felt the hard surface of my hand but seconds after my finger pushed through my hand like it was going through silly puddy or jello. I looked down at my hand Wait what??? I’m dreaming again? I look around and I’m inside the cabin still somehow I came back into the same dream! I Sat up and looked around again and thought well this is weird.. As I stood up everything went black again. I thought to myself gawd that sucked I just missed out on two different chances to be in control of my dreams but I didn’t do anything about it. What the hell one more RC doesn’t hurt right? Got to get in the habit… it seems to be working so far. I poke my finger into my palm again the firm feeling of my palm hits my finger as I feel the resistance. But then this Sucking / liquidy sound come fills the air as I see my finger start oozing pushing through my palm yet again. Holy crap I’m dreaming still? I lay there and think to myself. Well my last attempts didn’t really work to fight the dream so let’s just let this play out… I laid down for a few minutes just staring at the ceiling. The sun rose up into he sky outside and my fiancé got up and we walked outside to our Jeep. I climbed around on the outside of the jeep trying not to touch the ground acting like it was lava. I finally asked are you ready to get going to my fiancé. She nodded and I got into the driver’s seat and gunned it. We went flying over a hill and we floated across a huge cavern. It felt like several minutes went by as we just hung out in mid air flying across this cavern until we landed on the other side. We hit hard and started to roll backwards I tried to pump the brakes but nothing was working. I turned us around and the momentum from going back words made us go up the hill in reverse. We made it to the outside of the tunnel we landed in and I turned our jeep around and we both got out. Another driver pulled up and asked if we needed any help I said yeah for some reason our vehicle broke down and I couldn’t break. He got out and walked over. My jeep was now a motorcycle and the wheels were not really wheels but rather a bundled up roll of what looked like carpet/ foam. The man removed the front tire and took out a disk that looked like a saw. He then pulled out a piece of plastic like a zip tie and said there’s your problem. You hook here is broken it probably broke from landing a hard jump or something. I looked at him yeah we hit a really big bump. He smiled and said well it’s an easy fix all you need is something to hook this back together like a fishing lure or something will work. I thanked the man and he went on his way. Shortly after I woke up for real 

I didn't have the issue of constantly waking up in the night although I still had a number of dreams last night, some very bizarre ones, but at least one of them I think was lucid. I don't recall doing the movements or any tingling, however this is how it went.

Dream 1

I was lying in bed with my eyes closed in the position I was in when I went to sleep. Everything was now all quiet and I had the sense that this was not real. I began to think to myself "I did it, I think I made it. Wait, can I still breathe through my nose?" I pinched my nose and I was still breathing. "Yep, I can breathe. Let's check that again..." I pinched my nose again, definitely breathing. I opened my eyes and I could see the bedroom which was like daylight despite it being in the middle of the night. "ok, now how do I do this?" I began to wonder. I pushed myself out of bed but there was a fair amount of resistance. It was like peeling myself off a leather sofa. I looked down to where I was lying to see if I could see myself there but I wasn't, just the imprint of where I had been lying. I walked around the bed to the door. "I wonder if I can just walk through doors" I questioned. I walked towards the door but I bumped into it. "ok guess not, I'll just have to open it" I said to myself. I turned the knob and opened the door onto the landing. I got to the top of the stairs and looked down. "I wonder if I can fly" I asked myself. I jumped in the air and there I was floating horizontally. "Oh my god, I can fly, I can fly!" I shouted excitedly. I was no longer in the house but on a small hill coated in daisies, the sky looked like a drawing rather than something real, and I was flying just a couple of feet above the hill. I could see other bodies floating in the air too laughing like children. They had a bright glow to them that was either pink or blue and were leaving trails as they flew over the hill. Their bodies were glowing so brightly that I could only make out facial and upper body features, and despite they were laughing their faces were motionless. I was too was laughing excitedly, but then the dream came to an end. This image closely resembles what I dreamed.



The rest of the dreams didn't appear to be lucid, some were so short and blurry that I couldn't remember them, but these are the ones I could fully recall.

Dream 2

Since I had been watching Black Adder Goes Forth just before going to bed it was no surprise that my next dream was about Black Adder. Edmund decided that he did love the nurse he condemned to death after all and ran into a room where she was being held in order to free her before she got executed. She was on a hospital bed wearing a straight jacket. He burst into the room and looked at her with both love and apology in his eyes, upset at what he had done to her. "Oh Edmund, you do love me!" she shouted happily. "Yes I do" he said running over to her. She was able to pull her arms apart enough for him to slip under her arms and kiss her. "Even if I was an axe murderess you would still love me?" "Until the very end" he replied. Then George burst into the room and rolled his eyes. "Good god, are you making love to her?" he laughed. He pulled Edmund away and pushed him aside. "Come along madam, time for the execution!" he said, grabbing hold of her. Edmund rushed over to her and pushed George off. "You're not going to execute her!" he shouted. "Oh yes we are!" said George, shoving Edmund off him. "No, she isn't the spy!" Edmund shouted, protecting the nurse. "But you said she was" said George. Whilst they were arguing some other soldiers came into the room and took the nurse away without Edmund noticing. "Here's what I'm going to do" said George. "I'm going to tell you something that's going to make you feel jealous and forget all about her." "No no, I don't want to hear it!" shouted Edmund, covering his ears. "Fine, then I'll draw it then" said George. He began drawing naughty images on a white board, one of them looked like he was about to draw a male genitalia but instead it was of a dolphin but the implication was still there as he drew arrows on where it was jumping to. Edmund looked angrily at the board which had now changed into a glass board, his moustache began to twitch, and then he remembered that the nurse was going to be executed any second. He bolted outside quickly to go save her.

Dream 3

I had just done some shopping and one of the items was of a fruit pie. Tony went up to bed and I was feeling hungry, so I opened the fruit pie and started to eat it with my bare hands, scraping at it and scoffing it like a pig. I sensed someone across the road was watching me from their window so I ducked down below the window frame so they couldn't see me eating. I could barely finish it but I could hear Tony coming back downstairs so I folded the box in on itself and crumpled it down and hid it under a chair. Tony came into the room feeling a bit peckish and wanting something to eat. He went for the bag that the fruit pie was in and asked where it was. I told him we didn't have one and that maybe we left it at the shop. He looked disappointed and confused as he was looking forward to having some of it.

Grey Eyes
Gonna be a very memorable fragment. I just remember looking into a pair of big grey eyes that were looking back. As I looked at them, I noticed one eye started turning more orange and the other eye started turning more blue.

Weirdest House Ever
I was with a large group of people at some Caribbean restaurant. Though this feels more like one of those far east places with the big grill table where they cook the food in front of you. I guess a combination of those two places. We were deciding what to order. I kept trying to order fish, but the host/hostess (can't remember if it was a boy or a girl now.) was saying that they were out of fish and could not serve me any because their whole supply of fish had been served two days ago and they had to order more. I just decided to order some french fries instead.
After the host/hostess left, I put my head down and fell asleep. (So there's such a thing as a false awakening, but is there such a thing as false-falling asleep?)
The next thing I know, somebody tells me to look at the moons in the sky. I look up and see four small moons in a row.
Wait a second? Moons? As in plural? That's a dream sign! [Does nose pinch reality check]. Heck yeah a lucid!
Side note interjection: I have been on a really frustrating dry spell for the past two weeks. It seems like no amount of reality checks or MILD mantras can break it. Last night, I just gave up, I was like" f**k it, I haven't LD'ed in two weeks" I can't break this dry spell, I'll just wait for it to end. So I actually had some conflicting feelings about getting lucid. Okay, great, I'm lucid, but also really? I'm lucid after I just gave up.
"Wait... does this mean that I'm asleep in that restaurant? *shugs* may as well enjoy it while it lasts."
Anyways, I'm in a subdivision again. I didn't stabilize, but dang this dream is vivid. I can feel the warm rays of the sun coming down on me. I can feel the ground with each footstep, and the visuals were the equivalent of watching a HD Widescreen TV. I look around and notice there are some cars sitting around. Maybe I could try and drive one while lucid. Nah, some other time.
I start walking down the middle of the street. As I do, it becomes more and more apparent that I am in my own subdivision, rather than just a random one.
I can even hear stuff. I look behind me because I hear a car coming. I see a red minivan driving down the road. The character driving pulls to the left and drives across some laws before pulling into what I assume was his driveway.
Yeah, real considerate of your neighbors, random dream character.
And because I had given up on lucid dreaming out of frustration, I had no intentions or dream goals. And my lucidity wasn't crystal clear, so I guess I just defaulted to "talk to my dream guide". Maybe she will be in one of these houses. I pick a random house, a rather strange looking one for my sub that has pale green bricks and a large glass window on the front. This looks like the sort of place I could find her.
I walk up to the front lawn. As I get closer some kind of security system becomes visible. Not because I was too far from the house. It was because it was camouflaged somehow. There is a small glass box on the front lawn, and a high glass fence. The fence has some kind of blue energy conduit running along the top.
I walk into the glass box. There is a little doorbell button. I press it.
"Hey! Hey! Buzz Me In!"
The door opens and I walk into the lawn. By the front door of the house are four security guards holding assault rifles. I get to the door, that appears to be made of solid metal. (What kind of place is this?!) This door opens for me too and I go inside.
I climb the stairs and get to the second floor. The whole second floor of this house has been converted into this bar/nightclub setup.
The last thing that I recall is that a girl walks past me carrying an Ipod and her earbud cable gets caught around my arm. I help the little girl get it untangled and remind her to wrap up her cable as to not let it get caught on things.

1.
Something on my PC

23:45 bedtime -- finally, a decent bedtime. Took 1mg melatonin 40 mins ago to help in readjusting the schedule. Fell asleep pretty quickly.

Set intention to wake up after every dream and recall, and try to DEILD back in.

00:00 Thursday 2014-02-27

04:20 intention worked, I woke up with some recall, I haven't woken up at the 4th hour in some time. Decided after trying to get back to sleep without success that I'm still no so keen on waking up a lot, but I'm going to do it for the hope of increased lucid moments.

+ outside looking at the walls of some houses/ buildings. I don't like the boarded/cemented up windows and I know my younger son doesn't like them, either.

+ inside a house, we'd just moved in, I see a young Indian boy walking through the house wondering what he's doing here he wasn't invited, I walk down the corridor to the entry way I see through the clear glass front door that other people are waiting just outside, I step back to the hallway so they won't see me so I won't have to deal with them. They come in anyway, they're the Indian (asian) family that owned our place before us, they came for a visit. They say it looks very different. It's very messy, lots of stuff on the floor. I say yes with different furniture a place can look entirely different. I look at some of the furnishings, they are odd, like solid 3d mathematical shapes (spheres, cones) made out of a mottled brown granite, stacked on top of each other. My sister says something about the crystal chandelier. I say something about it too and I hear my mother's voice say, "Oh, <my name>!".

We're in a family room looking at a TV mounted high on a wall of from the ceiling. It's showing some (news?) program, the reception is terrible it's really static-y. The conversation topic is about how I don't like cases around TVs because if you're sitting to the side the side of the cabinet blocks some of your vision, I imagine a cabinet that opens by itself automatically. I go up to the TV (which now has a cabinet around it) with a piece of paper to measure the loss of screen space from the side, and show this (about 1/4 inch) to the others in the room.

+ I'm DO? in the back seat of a car with dark/black upholstery, there's a super cute fluffy young puppy sitting in the middle of the back seat, my view position is eye level with the puppy, the owner is in the front seat and is feeding it little treats and saying doggy things like "goooood boooy...". He gives the puppy in the end a little doggy bone treat wrapped in a plastic baggy.

+ I was holding a shovel/trowel in each hand in some fictional backyard scraping the dirt picking up the last poops of my recently passed away dog (who actually died 4 years ago). I thought these would be the last ones I'd ever clean up and I'd never see him again. I said to myself "he lived for 17 years [true], and he lived for 5 years after getting cancer [false]", I got quite upset. One of the handles in one of the shovels didn't fit the shovel head well and came out.

I woke up very upset and emotional. Intention worked too well, after recall, recording, and quick bathroom trip, couldn't get back to sleep.

Tried "relaxing SSILD" for a while and started getting some imagery, but external noise always prodded me awake.

09:00 back to bed....fell asleep eventually in there somewhere.

12:15 woken by wife to fix the internet, solidly asleep, argh!

+ saw a cute girl from the pool, checked her out a bit as she walked by. She walked through the opening of a low square metal fence and said I shouldn't stand so close (to the fence) so people could walk through. She goes to sit at an outdoor table (night time)I see a bunch of young ladies also sitting there. I move to a different place away from that table and realize my computer fell out of my backpack, I pick it up.

+ some struggle, forgotten

+ other stuff, forgotten, quite a bit, due to shock of waking, dang

I start off in a closet of an old house I don't know. I just remember I was upstairs and in a big room, it was time for me to sleep, but instead of being on the large bed in the middle of the room, I was in the closet with a small pillow and a sleeping bag. I suddenly realized that I was going to be late for work. I got up really fast and ran to the bathroom to take a shower, but when I looked in the mirror, my hair wasn't a mess except for a little tuft sticking up. I decided that I would skip my shower and just go to work. I ended up outside standing in the middle of a busy road. The sun was still rising, so I knew I wouldn't be too late if I ran, but I ended up running to the house I came from. I remember thinking that I was filling in for someone at another pharmacy, so I would just skip because I couldn't really get in trouble since they haven't called me yet. The next thing I remember, I was in a pharmacy and working. It wasn't like any place I've ever been before... it seemed like it was a library that had walls of which were set up like obstacles in a pinball machine. I remember the wood being dark brown, and there were four, big monitors on the back wall. I also had a pogo stick. I was at work (at least, my dream work) but I still had an overwhelming feeling that I was late for another place I was supposed to fill in at. I took my pogo stick and hopped outside. I was a fast hopper. I could hop probably 20 feet forward in each hop. I remember that I had GPS vision as well. Wherever I went had a line I was supposed to follow. I hopped down a street and got to a large parking garage. The garage was also a ramp to get onto the highway. I remember seeing the GPS lead me to the highway, but I thought it was dangerous, so I took the stairs on the side to go up and hopefully around. Hopping up stairs on a pogo stick was surprisingly easy. On my way up, there was a red sports car speeding around the ramp and I was afraid it would not see me and crash into me. I didn't see it after the first time it passed me. Just before the highway entrance about half way up the ramp (there was more than one entrance to the highway) I saw a few kids (I'm uncertain of how many exactly there were) playing in a small, secluded space. They were trying to throw stuff at each other like cans and bunched-up newspapers. They spotted me and approached me. I thought I'd humor them, so when they threw stuff at me, I dramatically acted as if I was shot by a gun. They laughed, but I told them that I had to go. Eventually, I was one level short of the top of the parking ramp, but there was an exit that led to an area outside near a small town just outside an ocean. I hopped out there and there was sand on the road that had blown up from the beach. I then followed the signal from my GPS, but I didn't think it was right, so I zoomed out and it was just a big rectangle around the beach and its outskirts. I decided that I would walk out on a boardwalk. There was a small shack at the end of the boardwalk on the right hand side of it, and a small picnic table just in front of it. I took a seat. There was an old man serving food. I then realized that I was old and British. The man serving food first brought out a large bucket of what seemed like dark reddish-purple spaghetti. The texture was almost that of canned cranberry sauce, just a little more durable. I took some out and splat it on the table. I don't remember eating any of it. Then instead of me being an old British man, I was myself, but I was sitting across from the old man I just was. The man serving food offered me a beef sub. It was like a french dip, but it looked like a normal sub. It tasted amazing. I remember that french dips are really good with au jus, so I asked for it. The man said he had never heard of that before, but he had some apple juice. He poured me a cup. I got pretty upset about it, and that's all I remember before waking up.

This is a fairly short dream yet with blissful feelings in parts.

Two airplanes, at two different times, supposedly vanish during their long flight. Somehow, which is rather ridiculous, they each had about sixty-five thousand passengers. They were not even any type of special aircraft; just a normal 747, I think. Each airplane was also flying directly above the Arctic region or the Geographic North Pole, supposedly a region of its normal route. The mainstream news comes on reporting on the sixty-five thousand people that had disappeared during the flight. The full story is not seemingly revealed in the news, though.

Over time, I consider the one hundred thirty-thousand people that went missing. I later realize that my wife and I must have been on one of the airplanes (the first, it seems). At first, it doesn't seem to make sense. I decide that the people who supposedly vanished did not actually vanish but achieved some sort of closeness to the Source which made them different somehow; not invisible, yet somehow not seen since (by "normal" people).

I see imagery of two silhouettes, mostly from the sides, which seems to be my wife and me (my right side and my wife's left side). Arms move outward and it seems to be some sort of intimate communication but not set to a particular location. There are no locational features or awareness if it is inside or outside. I consider creating some sort of pirate broadcast that reveals the truth about the one hundred thirty thousand people who were now linked to the Source. It doesn't seem that feasible, though, because people might not be able to understand it. I am not sure what exactly happened. Even if the people phased into a different form that could not be detected by others (even though they could interact with each other), the planes would likely have landed, though, just seemingly without the passengers. So, I am not sure if the planes and passengers "disappeared" or only the passengers "vanished" (without knowing of their "condition" until later) while the planes then landed - apparently the pilots did not "vanish", I think. This is not fully clear in afterthought. It may also be some sort of coverup where the authorities know what happened but will not tell the public.

For some reason, this all seems to be a good thing, that is, a positive experience (for the now "hidden") for all on the flights.

Morning of February 27, 2014. Thursday.



I am on the porch of my sister Marilyn’s house in La Crosse (who died recently). My youngest son is there (near the left of the front room’s doorway) but he does not do or say much. There is an armchair to the left of the doorway. My sister Marilyn is only there very briefly near the south end of the porch (farthest left of the doorway). My sister Carol is also there, seemingly younger and healthy (she had passed away prior to Marilyn). She is talking in a fairly fast way as she had in real life. She had a heart attack in real life at a fairly young age (especially for a female), but this was not directly related to her death. I think she is mostly talking about how to communicate with other deceased relatives in the dream state, particularly brother Jim.

Time passes, and my brother Jim appears (who had also died). He appears fairly young and jovial. Prior to this, I had heard an unusual tonal “whooshing” in my left ear in three stages, which seemed to indicate he would appear soon (somewhat akin to a phone ringing, I suppose). He just appears out of nowhere on the middle of the porch. I feel very happy. He gives me three bear hugs though calls me by my surname instead of my first name (something he never did in reality - my surname is different due to having a different father - his father had died as a result of an accident while falling asleep at the wheel or so I was told). My brother-in-law is the only one who ever called me by my surname only, every now and then. My sister Marilyn also had a routine where she called him (my brother-in-law; her husband) by his last name when she could not seem to get his attention when he was commonly blankly “frozen” to the television.

The part with my brother Jim is the most vivid and somewhat exhilarating, with a very happy and enriching mood. It is very good to see him even though it is only a dream. Even when alive, he always appeared in my dreams more than other relatives (excluding my parents) other than sister Marilyn.

An offset scene from this dream (prior to these events on the carport) relate to my sister Marilyn (who had not appeared for very long in the carport scene). There are two somewhat disjointed parts. There is a scene where Marilyn discusses that a vest I made (not much like the one I made in real life) is not legal. It is not legal due to not using a certain kind of gemstone that has been “approved” by one (apparently snobbish) department of government bureaucracy. (Of course, in reality, this is rather absurd as more and more deception and fraud in businesses unfolds as time goes by and hardly anything is ever done.) Supposedly, the gemstones in the partial “vest” (which is a bit more like a woven, mostly woolen “breastplate” that ties up in the back) are not valuable enough to include in a hobby or project even if not put up for sale. These gemstones are in an equidistant squarish arrangement (about one and a half inches apart in each direction) and somewhat of a darker cyan shade, over most of the front. I do not think they are really “wrong” for the project, just not “allowable” by bureaucracy - for example, as a comparison, only being able to use real diamonds in clothing rather than rhinestones, regardless of any claims or actual usage of the clothing in any venue.

Somehow, the above implications are connected to a confusing series of events. Firemen and police are involved. I believe I hide my “unapproved” vest in the basement as well as noticing some sort of weird narrow ramps (two smaller ones, unconnected with each other) in place of the floor’s trapdoor (located in the bathroom as in real life), which I have trouble with. There also seems to be something about a package delivered to the wrong address. I am not really sure why firemen would assume the role of postal inspectors or gemstone appraisers at apparently the same time. I pretend to be otherwise delayed in the bathroom while trying to align the ramps to the floor. It does not make much sense. (In real life, I made the vest in sewing class in middle school where there were only a few other males.)

Later, there is some sort of Keystone-Kops-like misadventure. A female officer is chasing around an artificial (robotic) cat, which is causing problems with traffic and causing firemen to get stuck in trees during attempted rescues (whereas the robot cat just climbs quickly back down each time a firemen is “stuck” in a particular tree). The officer calls the cat a “bot”. Confusion ensues in a highly impersonal way.

As usual, this dream had precognitive layers. Firemen actually did visit our house shortly after my dream but it was related to something concerning the neighbor’s place (of which we had known nothing about). No firemen or fire inspectors had ever been to any of our homes before in all the years I had lived in Australia and also, I had rarely dreamed about firemen in my lifetime.

Dream
Notes

I was in a warzone in a city. We were fighting the enemy with no clear objective. The city was big and it had buildings like that in New York City. The sun was setting and the fire and flames from the battle made the area even more orange. I ended up on a roof and shot someone I then went to shoot another person that was in the building across from me but stopped. I was a women wearing the USMC dress uniform. She had no cap and her hair looked like C Sanchez's hair but I don't think it was her. I knew she was an enemy. She stood over the chest were an ally of mine was and put down some flowers. I knew she was paying tributes to him. She looked at me, waiting to get shot but I dropped my weapon and stood at attention and saluted her. I was wearing the Air Force dress uniform and there was a man behind me to my left. I think he was an ally. I jumped off the room and committed suicide. I was teleported to a street and say an armored van driving by. I jumped on it and tried to hijack it. The drivers, who was a man and a woman, got out and I asked for a ride. After a while, they agreed. I got dropped off at a trailer home where a skinny man and two fat women were. I prepared a sandwich with cheese and lettuce and I think chicken. The man was leaving and I went outside. Alex was there and she hugged me. I knew we were dating and I told her to be careful and we kissed good-bye. The woman in uniform was in a building and she was standing in an office with the window blown off. I committed suicide because I saw compassion in the enemy and didn't want the fighting to continue, hoping others would see and stop fighting.