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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.

Dream
Notes

In my first dream, I was standing in the middle of somewhere and it was raining. This scene was very similar to the dream I had the night before.

In my next dream, I was an assassin and was in a place that looked like a temple. There was water between the walkways that were made of stone. That's where I was hiding. Instead of killing people, I would have sex with them.

A helicopter crashed in my next dream and me and three other people were in it. We got out and zombies started attacking us. It was like Left4Dead but I had no useful weapons. We went inside a building that looked like a mall and I struggled to find weapons while killing zombies. My team didn't seem to care about me and would advance even if I was in trouble. I managed to grab and electric razor and that's what I used as a weapon even though it was useless.

The only things I remember from my dream was a car with the headlights on and water. The water was a small river or something.

I was in a western-looking town in the middle of the desert with the class I was in while I lived in Venezuela. Jennifer was there and so was Desirae. All three of us were then in an elevator of Nona Enza's former apartment. Jennifer was trying to convince me to get back with her and Desirae was mad about it.

I was at work walking to south housing. I notice M. Cisneros had my parkour pants on. I ignore it and when I get to south housing, I do a wall run and then notice a lot of the sergeants from the military looking for the flight students. I go look for Cisneros through the work gate but can't find him.

I dreamt that I was in bed and my sister was getting ready to go somewhere with her friend. The news was saying that there was gonna be a storm. I set up my computer and my sister told me my GF left and she was about to leave too, despite the storm. I went to the porch and looked outside. It was raining and I asked "You really consider this a storm?" There were two guys outside smoking or something.

I was at Hastings buying something. When I went to the counter and pulled out my wallet, some bearmode dude took it, saying "I'm gonna keep this wallet" I responded with "Go ahead, that'll give me enough incentive to go buy a new one. We exchanged a few words and then he laid hands on me. I grabbed his right arm and twisted it a couple of times. We ended up on the floor but I managed to twist his arm enough for it to be painful. The manager of the store came up and I told him to call the police. The man I had by the arm started apologizing and said that he gives up. I told the manager not to call the police and then let the man go. He held out his hand to help me up and I grabbed it and got up.

Dream
Notes

I was at work but in a barbershop. It was my Friday so I wasn't worried about overtime. Suddenly, I notice it's 8pm and an older woman tells me I'll be staying until 10. I get in my car and call Desirae but see her in the parking lot that looks like the one in Los Lunas High. I ask her if she's stalking me and we start talking. The woman shows up and I saw "You know it's my Friday, right?" she says, "Yeah well we're all working." I get out to go back to work and we see an airline plane. We hear that he won't make it to the runway behind us from that height. The airplane does a backspin but it fails and the plane crashes right after I exclaim that the pilot is an idiot. There is a huge explosion with fire and smoke everywhere around the crash site. I yell at Desirae to get the camera and I run into the bathroom to pee. I notice the toilet water is deep blue and start peeing. When I started peeing in my dream, I was also peeing in the waking world.

Dream
Nightmare
Notes

It was bid change at work and I was ready to go work at the tower. I was talking to A. Rel in the staff cafeteria. The cafeteria had huge windows and almost looked like an airport food court. People started telling me that bid change was actually the next day.

I was a contestant in some srt of puzzle game. I got put in a huge warehouse with many rooms were I had to solve puzzles. I had a pistol and a partner that could turn into my dog Ace. My partner started getting stupid so I beat him and a few other people. When I entered the next room, I had a menu that would tell me the objective and difficulty of the room. The difficulty was one star which meant 'Very Easy'. I had to look for stuff that didn't belong in the room. Suddenly, the difficulty stars started increasing then reseting and increasing again. Other stats were saying that my mental health and other attributes were being lost. I quickly ran into the next area, pulled the curtain to the side, and entered the room. It was Halloween themed and there were skulls and scarecrow-looking things with black dresses. I started panicking and feeling fear when I couldn't figure out what to do. I had my pistol out while I was running through the room.I woke up when my girlfriend moved in bed.

I was in a pretty big house with a woman and another person. The owners of the house were out and we had to babysit 2 girls. Turns out, the house was haunted and we would be attacked. We set up a trap in the bathroom and we thought we killed the spirit but then everything got worse. I prayed to God to let me defeat the spirits and when we went to look for them, I could see them. It was a demon and I started fighting it. It was all hand-to-hand combat but I eventually killed it. I then fought a spider demon and killed it but can't remember anything else.

In my other dream, I dreamt that i bought a Scion or something. I went with Cristiam to pick it up. I had specifically asked for modded rims. The car was black and red with matching rims. If we took the top off the car, it would turn into an ATV. The old man selling me the car drove around his store with it and then it turned into an RC car that also worked as a helicopter. Cristiam drove the RC car/helicopter around for a bit and me and the shop owners were visibly annoyed that he just kept playing.

#287 - WILD - 4:30AM

After a good hour plus of wakefulness I manage to calm myself to WILD. Strong HI starts. I see a woman handing me a cube with a long erect wire like an impossibly thin blade. I think of the Variable Sword from Ringworld. The woman wants me to follow her and I was supposed to do something but the vision fades.

Suddenly I am gripped with SP sensations. The gravity has shifted and I feel like I am in OBE mode. Everytime I try to transition, I hear a loud indescribable, sci-fi sucking sound with the feeling of being pulled back into my body. My vision of the dream room is blurred and it seems like I can see part of the room being warped with the suction. I feel a type of mental exhaustion with the effort and let it take me back. I am determined to get out and I try again, but to the same effect, though I think this time I last a little longer. I experience lots of G-forces and acceleration each time. I continue trying to escape each time a little farther. At one point, I reach the window and begin to phase. I feel myself pass through, but my vision is as though I am only pressed against it. This causes confusion and I feel like my physical eyes are opening (they weren't). I realize that I can feel something at my belly button and see the infamous "silver cord" for the first time. I find this astonishing and give into the suction taking back to my body.

I open my actual eyes feeling fully wake. I decide it's time change tactics and stop focusing on my body and start focusing on HI.

Within what feels like only a few seconds I see a woman running. I grab at the waist and holding on tightly. The dream feels thin and I am desperate to lock myself in. I say, "Help me." I get a view of large breast under a grayish blue shirt and white undershirt or tank-top. She has a hold of me as well dragging me along. I am pulled into an elevator and I stand up.

I look at the woman more closely and she turns from brunette to blonde and then looks like my ex. I feel like I need to get physical stability so I kiss her neck without sexual intent. In fact, I worry this may cause unwanted dream sex. She pulls back wordlessly disgusted. I decide that was the wrong action and turn away embarrassed. when I do, I see the elevator door has opened and we exit.

I look around and see that I am in a hospital. Maybe now I can finally figure out what all these hospital dreams have been about. I decide this is my goal for this dream. I get the feeling that this woman, who doesn't look much like my ex anymore, wants me to follow her to the left but I feel like I am supposed to go right. It doesn't make sense and I hesitate. I feel a strong need to go right, but decide I should go with the woman since she was helping me. As soon as I make the chose to go left, I wake.

I DEILD easily and now I am coming to a dead end in a branch of the hospital. There is a patient's room with an open door. I see an old and dying man lying in a hospital bed. It's slightly elevated and a lamp on the other side of him casts a sharp silhouette on the curtain. this feels wrong so I turn around. I wake.

DEILD. I see the blonde going another direction in the hospital. I start to follow her but I see the elevator I came from down a hallway to the left. I am drawn that way again. I should have listened to my instinct. This is why I keep waking up. I forget about the woman and head the way I should have went all along.

I pass the elevator and come to a nurses station. A red headed nurse in an old style uniform and hat is standing there. She seems to recognize me and hurriedly points farther down. Saying, "It's Brett Barside. In there!" I feel the need to hurry and rush into the only room I see in the direction she is pointing. I pause at the door and double check the name.
BRETT BARSIDE
I am not sure what I am supposed to do, so I quickly enter the room unprepared. I see a small boy lying unconscious on a bed on his left side. I feel love, pity, compassion, and anxiety for the sick child. I don't know him, but I have some sort of emotional connection to him like I should know who he is. I lay next to him and hug him, telling how much I love him. I tell him that I am here for him, but he never stirs or responds in anyway. I shake the emotion off and decide this child must be in some kind of coma.

I take a moment to notice my environment. The room looks more like a colorful child's bedroom than a hospital room, but it's definitely a hospital room. This is typical for the pediatric wing, I suppose, but for some reason I think, Children's Hosptial. I look down and see several sticker labels on his bed. I focus on one and it reads [My Last Name] and then something like "filter". The characters of the last word are shifty and hard to hold shape enough to read very well. I decide this is unimportant and note the others. They are too blurry to make out so I leave it. Curious, I decide to wonder into the hallway, but this dream finally ends as I step out of the room.