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A couple who've been married for about a year are traveling together through another country in a vaguely historical-inspired setting. The husband, who's in the military, suspects his wife is unfaithful. He comes back to their room at the inn with a gift for her: a set of cords for her to use to make knotted ornaments, to hang from the wooden cases he travels with. They both behave as if this is a sincere gift, but he gave it to her to convey something unpleasant: normally, a newlywed couple would have made such things months ago, when they were first married.

Jeopardy!
I'm in a large, darkened auditorium, walking towards the front along with my son. We're on the set of Jeopardy, and both of us are contestants. I'm surprised I got on, and I can't believe my son did - he's not even ten yet! He submitted his application as part of a school project, but we didn't think he'd even be considered, let alone accepted. As I walk up the steps towards the stage and the podiums, I realize that I'm missing my shoes and socks. I wonder briefly how that could have happened, but I try to be nonchalant, hoping no one else notices. I see someone else wearing only socks, so I feel a bit better. I have the podium on the left and my son has the one on the right. Now I'm standing behind my podium looking out. Something is asked or said, and each contestant is supposed to respond. No one else seems willing to be the first one to say something, so I do. I hope that there are a lot of computer and electronics questions and not too much about sports.

Now I'm sitting in the audience a few rows away from the front. My family is around me, and I overhear the video manager behind us talking to someone else involved with the show. I think about whether I should have told Mom that I'd be a contestant so she could be sure to watch, or whether it would be better to leave it as a surprise so she realizes it when she sees me on TV. I like that idea better, but I'm concerned she may happen not to watch it that night.

Now I'm taking my son to the bathroom. I'm a little nervous (and annoyed), since they never told us what time we needed to be back, so I hope we don't miss anything. As we're walking back into the auditorium through the doors at the top/rear, we find they were looking for us, and since they couldn't find us they were about to replace us. The audience sees us at the back and starts chanting "We are here! We are here!" (straight out of Horton Hears A Who) and I take it up the chant as well as we walk to the front.

Now I'm standing behind podium, wondering about security of podium computer. I somehow manage to minimize the Jeopardy application and get to a Windows desktop. I play with that for a while, seeing what I can do. The contestant next to me sees what I'm doing and asks me about it, and I say something. Eventually I want to bring up the Jeopardy application again but I don't see it on the task bar; I have to alt-tab to it.

During another break, we head to the bathroom again. As we're Walking down a hill towards the main building, I somehow see the Jeopardy that's actually airing right now, and I see that it's got Arthur Chu again. I wonder how long he's been a champion and find it strange they're playing a prerecorded show at the same time they're recording a new one. Walking down a dirt incline reminds me that I still don't have shoes or socks.


Truck driving
I'm driving a big rig, currently idling in a parking lot. A train comes by on tracks across the road, blowing its horn. I toot my own horn back, pleased that mine is louder than the train's. I ponder the layout of roads, tracks, crossings, and bridges in this area, trying to think why trucks drivers take such a strange path. I can only assume it's to ensure they never get stopped by a train.

3.24.14 Monday

Last night sleep 10pm- 7:40am.

Layed on sofa to WILD at 9am, with 8mgs of GM and 900mgs of Choline.

I got relaxed pretty fast and started getting static soon after. I felt top back of my head being active. I was lucid, and I stayed lucid for next 2 hrs, with one short break. Even when i wasn't lucid, I was asking myself "wow, am I not lucid anymore, it sure feels like I'm dreaming" and I checked my fingers and sure enough, I got lucid.

I don't think I had a dream ready for me from the beginning, because I felt like I'm in a dream, but there was nothing. Went back to transition, back to the dream, but there was nothig still.

Then I ended up in a town with yellows and blues. There was a fair, people eating outside, having fun, but nothing was happening. I wanted to go somplace else. I tried flying, but it didn't work. I tried different mental methods. Then I thought I'll fly up to the rocky, partially snowy hills behind the town. I was able to fly there, or more like skimming the surface.

I circled back to the same town. I was up for some excitement. Wanted to be chased, or in a battle. So I did "when I turn back, there will be a military camp". But nothing.

Bunch of transitions, non lucids in which I realized I'm dreaming, DEILDs, that seemingly stretched forever. I was even asking myself, how come I didn't wake up yet. Not even that woke me up. I was askin someone if my eyes are opened.

I remembered what OpheliaBlue said the other day, how she was looking for hell through the opening she made in her floor. So I thought that would be exciting and made an opening in the wall by pushing my hands through like when you swimm, then pushing my hands to the sides. I got sucked in, and tried to move there, but it was like in liquid rubber. Hard to move, so as I was in laying down position, I just paddled a bit, then got tired of it.

Did it with numerous guys, and by myself. Very realistic, I was able to tell the size of guys "equipment". I could swear I was using my real hands, but I wasn't. That was a surprise.

I finally ended up in a chase scenario. Nothing serious, just some scientists chasing me, low key. I'm running through a building and get out. Now I feel like I should really get away, but it was still a game.

I exit into a dark courtyard. It's narrow, with very tall walls, only a narrow slice of skies is visible. The walls are sculpted with some figures. The are tall as the walls are. (They look like spaceships in necromancer movie). Built into the walls are spaceships. They kinda turn into the wall and out of it, so people get get in. Somebody is tired of the slow process and speeds it up. Now I notice there are people hanging on to the walls about half way up. Passengers, or refugees. Now I see 2 people entering the courtyard looking for me. I'm thinking it's good that the launch sequence was sped up.

There was lots more, lotls of little transitions into nothing, return to transition and back again.

Lots of fun. Thank you, subC, thank you my higher self. Come again

I'm in school. There's no teacher so we are talking and making noise. I notice something strange and gain lucidity.

Okay, let's examine the landscape. There're some awesome paintings on the wall, it would be awesome to go there. I told myself a couple of times before doing anything that I am dreaming, stabilize the dream to make sure that I don't lose it and then prepare myself mentally to go into the painting of somewhere I just can't remember now. It was beautiful though. I start to run and get ready to cross the painting and appear in that place. I just hit the wall and nothing else happens. Let's try again, I tell myself trying not to have any doubt. Fail again.

A friend of mine appears from who-knows-where and tell me that she knows better how to do that, as 'she has experience doing that'. What the hell, I think, let's see what does she do. She chooses a painting but it had a big snake and some other weird creatures which I prefer not to meet. I show her the painting and she takes a sit. She extends her arms and put them on the painting. The part of the painting where her hands are standing starts to vibrate and 'flow', like it is liquid. Her arms cross the painting and appear on the other side, within it. Holy fuck, I think, that's awesome.

At this point I think I lose lucidity and entered into another dream.

I was with my entire class again, but we were in some strange place, dark and unconfortable. I was doing something, like some sort of painting with little brown balls and sticks. They smelled of cinnamon. A friend of mine was laughing at me I don't remember why. The teacher started yelling at us for going out or something. I wake up.

I read about technique to go to someone else dream. In dream you need to have mirror and DC of person which you want to go in dream. Then you set this DC to see him in the mirror and then go through it. It's required to have specific feel to work.

I'm lucid in my room. I screaming PS. No one comes, so I thought I do something wrong. I start screaming to see DC of PS. Then someone comes, he was mature man with neat black hairs, beard and pale face. I set him near the window (my mirror), when I saw him I jump through window. I was falling into the black hole and I woke up.

I don't have that specific feel and I don't know how PS look like. I gonna try it again, but with friend I know IRL.

I was in the basement of a big house in the mountains, laying down with some girl. She suddenly disappeared and I became fully lucid. I floated through the wall and up into the sky. It was almost pitch black outside, no stars or moon. So I waited for the sun to come up and it started to, slowly. I flew towards it as it began to illuminate the landscape with that early morning glow. A small lake came into view and I swooped down and grabbed a fish out of the water then dropped it back in before landing on the shore.

There were these two Chinese guys that were standing out there like they were confused or something. I thought it would be fun to use them to form an RPG group. So I went over and claimed them as group members in my FF7 game formation. We started to battle monsters and level up while I would sing that battle song from FF7. Eventually during our travels we came across a super market. We went inside and this clerk was being a real dick of a DC and wanted to see their passports. So I magically pulled them out of my back pockets, he was satisfied. As we walked away I stole a bunch of candy and ate it while we walked to the other side of the store to get out. In the parking lot there was a car that I wanted to get into but one of the DCs really wanted to drive and he got into the driver seat immediately. I tried to make another driver wheel form on my side but it wasn't happening. I thought, okay just don't get us into a crash. Woke up because I had to pee really badly. One strange thing I remember about this dream is that it started to fall apart several times but each time I did no stabilization, I simply waited for the dream to become more stable before performing anymore actions and it always re-stabilized.

This was another mountain dream, but I was with another girl that was from France. We were jogging along the road for a long time when I realized, damn I can really run far and not feel tired or winded or anything. That made me lucid and I took this beautiful girl DC and we went up a hillside and eventually came to a SNL set. After watching a skit I decided to join the cast and mess with them a little bit. I saw next to Kenan Thompson and tried to convince a DC that I had magical powers. I turned his skin super white and then super dark, but the DC said it was just fancy makeup. So I changed his eye color from brown to blue to green and the DC said, "Ha, you can't trick me! Those are fancy lenses". This DC was clearly too clever so I gave up on him and performed in a skit. After the skit I summoned Jennifer Aniston. But I transformed her into the young Jennifer Aniston from the beginning of Friends. Damnnn she was hot. I gently kissed her, teasing to build up tension and then a passionate release. She was probably one of the best dream character kissers that I have come across. The show ended and everybody got up to leave, but I didn't want the fun to end so I took off Jennifer's clothes and bent her over but my dick wouldn't fit inside her I hate when that happens. Then I woke up. I left a ton out because I don't feel like writing it all but these lucid dreams in total lasted over 6 hours, it was glorious.

yo so for this post I just wrote out the outline yesterday (March 24th), and then I came back today (March 25th) and actually filled it out. I feel I should note that when I put down the outline, even when it doesn't have all the information, it still saves 90% of my memories. It's like, the little details come attached with the larger pieces. which is useful. SO YEH. outlines, dawg.

(also this was originally published March 25th but I later went back and altered history so that it was actually published on March 24th. because you can do that on this website. and I like being able to look back and see that I've updated this blog every day/remembered dreams every night.)

Dream - Fighting Freaks
WOW COMING UP WITH TITLES FOR THESE DREAMS IS THE WORST

So I dreamed I was invading some sort of school building or church at night, for a specific reason. First off, it had this neato feeling because empty buildings at night are the best, but secondly it had an even cooler feel to it because the building was not, in fact, empty, but was filled with female mooks attempting to OBSTRUCT OUR FORWARD MOTION. That is, I was wearing a headset with information or songs on it that I wanted to put on the internet, or perhaps I wanted to download songs to it (not the most noble or high-minded motivation, I suppose), and their building had an internet connection that would allow this. (At some point later on I realized I actually had an internet connection at home, and I didn't even have to be here, which was sort of a huge relief.)

So of course then it turned into a giant shoot-out, with I and one or two companions (family? friends?) fighting off a massive horde from inside one of their rooms. And I call them a horde, because they were sort of ... willing to throw themselves at anything in their attempts to stop us. It really wasn't about the internet connection, it was just their zombie-like mindless intensity causing them to over-react to whatever entered their building.

For self-defense, I had a really stupid gun that I hated. To get it to fire, you had to be holding down a button that turned off the safety, and then to actually fire you had to press one of two buttons, depending on which direction you were aiming. Also, I'm pretty sure pressing the fire button only fired a single, less-than-pea-sized bullet (which were still fairly effective), so I had to keep spamming the dumb fire button while also holding down the safety-off button. It sort of felt, to my hands, like a ceiling fan remote, although I'm fairly certain it looked like a gun.

So originally we were on the second or third floor, working on that internet connection ... then we fought our way through the mob. I remember a point at which I managed to shut the door on a couple dozen that were trying to rush me, and then fire over top of it at them as they piled up against it (the ceiling was just sort of missing, I think, or maybe the upper section of the wall). It felt like an incredibly effective strategy, which was nice, but trying to spam the fire button while holding down the safety was a real pain, and I'm pretty sure I got the two fire buttons mixed up at one point. Also, it didn't really feel like I was killing people. It felt like a video game: you shoot 'em, they fall over and vanish, you got one less angry opponent to worry about.

Shortly after the door massacre, I decided to hop down a stairwell, by which I mean fall down the open space in the middle of all the flights. It was the easiest way to escape them all, and I've done so much falling in dreams that it's a toss-up whether a 200-foot fall will even slightly damage me. I remember having a bit of trouble managing a straight fall, since the railings were sort of crowding me, but even though my fall was occasionally interrupted by brief pauses as I had to re-orient myself (generally close by some female mook on the stairwell), I eventually managed to complete my dive to the first floor. Or perhaps the basement.

This was where I stumbled upon a rather tormented and wandering kitty, the apparent victim of scientific experiments. I was pretty happy to meet him and vice versa, and the two of us regrouped with some others on the first floor of what was now clearly the church I used to attend.

We stood around near the enclosed foyer as we planned our next move. Jessica was there now, and Nathan, and some tormented bunny they'd rescued.

I didn't particularly like that bunny, notwithstanding its tortured past. It had sort of an ugly face and its nature seemed to be that it would absolutely bite you unprovoked, and it would be your fault because it was a victimized bunny. Jess managed to see past its faults somehow, probably owing to her larger heart or something. I remained suspicious of the bunny up until the point at which it started biting me, which was when I decided I hated the thing, and that might be why we left it behind.

So then we trooped outside, and Jess got in the car that was waiting. Nathan was driving, I think, and I was either staying forever, or simply waiting for another ride. The tormented cat followed Jess and leapt into her lap in the car, which was pretty adorable. I think it was sort of a dream version of our IWL cat Moses (at the time, naming him that made sense, but now I HAVE NO IDEA WHY WE NAMED HIM THAT), except his normally gray fur had been turned a sort of snazzy red and black by whatever had been done to him. Which, by the way, he seemed mostly okay with. His attitude was mainly one of being happy to see us and glad to go home, and not terrified and traumatized like one might expect.

There was one last scene, I think, that had to do with this dream. The female mooks had clearly been doing a lot of Outlast-style experimentation on not only animals, but also people, and frankly their human experiments seemed far, far more twisted. This scene focused on two (or one?) victims of their experimenting, a brother and sister who'd been somehow combined into one body. It was sort of as though their bodies had been mashed together until they simply combined, with their face being a sort of mix of both people's faces. There wasn't any obvious stitching or anything like that, they were just sort of an uncomfortable combination.

As if that weren't enough, the experimenters had taken the liberty of adding three or so random eyes to their face. The arrangement was something like, one on their cheek, one by their right eyebrow, and one around their forehead. They all were sort of looking around independent of where the boy-girl combination was looking (which tended to be off to the side with a depressed and sort of embarrassed expression).

SO YUP that was one dream.

Fragment - TITLES, MAN
Playing Age of Empires against someone (local internet). I remember roaming the map a bit checking things out, and then realizing that I really needed stone. I grabbed some workers and set 'em on stone, then watched as they swarmed it like ants, just sort of piling on it like crazy. It was sort of a never-ending fountain of villagers.

I remember being struck by how very many there were. I think, once again, I was waiting for them to stop appearing. Is that a dream power ?? Waiting for something to stop happening and then it never does?? >:U HOW COULD I USE THAT. AAHHH.

Fragment - Frickin bears, man
Had another walking-in-the-forest-and-then-had-to-save-my-sister-and-parent-from-a-massive-bear dream. This time I was with my sister and dad, and this fricking, just, ENORMOUS BEAR poked its head up over some ridge that was alongside the path. My sister and I were like "maybe it didn't spot us ????" but it totally did. And it started chasing us.

So then my dad, my sister and I were all running from this bear and, of course, not managing to lose it. I realize that my dad is actually having a pretty hard time running because he's older and has stuff like health problems and a bad knee and junk, and that's enough to trigger my complete lack of self-preservation. Must've been semi-lucid, because it wasn't about fricking dying to the bear, it was more about taking pity on my dad. I'm not sure though.

...I think as a rule, low-level lucidity should entail deliberately using dream powers or trying to trick the dream, whereas... something like facing a bear without being concerned about it has more to do with emotions (or the lack of 'em), and immersion in the dream, and what the dream considers to be "normal"... hmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMM.

Anyway I saw my dad and sister going down one path to the right, and the bear was off behind me at some distance. So, rather than keep following them, I went left, which led down a dead-leaf-covered slope to a large flat area, sort of like a giant crater. The bear followed me to the center, where I PROBABLY PUNCHED IT. I'm not sure, though. I don't remember. I just know that after that encounter, my dad and sister came back out of hiding and everything was mostly okay. My brother showed up, too.

Time to log a dream at the best time to log one: after you've woken up from it! Sadly, this dream is still incredibly lost in my memory...

I dream some friends and myself are all hanging out somewhere, when suddenly, our friend gets kidnapped by someone. Luckily all of us manage to catch a really good sight of the culprit. So now, this begins the desperate search for our friend. I actually don't know any of these people who are with me IRL, but oh well.

And so the search begins, and we begin going around the city looking. One day I my car to go get gas at the local gas station, and I go inside to get a snack or something. When I enter, I immediately see something that is out of place. There is a closed laptop laying down on the ground in the middle of the place.

I walk over and I pick up the laptop and open it. On the inside there is paper covering over the keys and screen, as if it's a new laptop(even though laptops don't have that IRL). I close the laptop and look around to see if anyone is looking at me. No one is, so I tuck the laptop under my arm and walk out to my car. I sit down and open it and remove the sticky paper covering and turn the laptop. I really do need a new laptop...so why not.

At that moment I think about it, and realize something. That laptop was there for a reason...for me. The laptop home screen comes on now, and there is a picture of our friend in custody on the screen. Oh fuck! The background now changes to another picture of her in her ties. This was no doubt to have been a set up.

One of my friends now gets into the car randomly. She is a girl with curly blonde hair who I don't know in real life. She asks about the laptop, and I show her the background. Now if I could make a side, I'd like to say how awesome ADA is, and the attention to detail it brings into your dreams. The reason I say this, is because the laptop actually goes to sleep after not being used for awhile.

Anyway, I continue on and explain the pictures more. We recognize the location, and we decide to go and save our friend. The strange thing though is that this too seems like a set up. Perhaps a challenge to us to save our friend. He wants to see what we can do. Well then sir...challenge accepted!

We gather all of our friends, and then some(we have some people I'm friends with IRL now). We drive through to city towards our location, and I suggest we rent guns for our mission, but I'm turned down. I don't recall the reason, but someone explains why we shouldn't. We stop in a quite ghetto-looking place and start walking around. One friend discovers some vents in the ground that could get us to the place we're looking for quicker. So, we all follow her and go down several different ventilation shafts. They're all dusty and gross too, especially the last one.

I climb out of the last shaft and surface outside in the dark alleyway. Two friends are already there, and there is a stranger talking to them. I already find this to be very sketchy, and so I shout at the man. He turns and says something I don't recall and runs off.
"You'd better run you fucking wigger!" I shout after him. LOL

However, I now recognize who that "wigger" is as he runs down an alleyway. It was the God damned kidnapper! SHIT! I now call after my friends and then I run after the bastard. I quickly catch up with him in a small lit up room and I confront him. We have some dialogue I don't recall sadly, but the dialogue quickly turns into a full on fight. Me and him start going at it, and I'm actually winning, which surprises me. But things soon turn around into his own favor.

The kidnapper now pulls out multiple different knives and begins to swing at me. He quickly manages to stab me several times with his arsenal of knives, and I actually feel pain, despite this being a dream. I could compare the pain to getting my tattoo IRL, so in other words, it really fucking hurt. He now draws out three blades between his fingers on both hands. I look up in pain, and I'm pissed.
"Come on you pussy!" I taunt. "Fight me like a man you Wolverine look in' mother-fucker!"

Surely enough, he comes at me and stabs me again, leaving the nearly ten blades in my body, and he runs off. As he runs away I can begin to hear the sound of police sirens, meaning he's gonna be screwed now! I muster up just enough strength, and I pull myself up to my feet and go outside. The sun has come up now, and the criminal is still at large.

I look around and see nearly thirty dead police officers laying on the ground. Now if I can mention ADA's attention to detail again, I lost my glasses in the struggle, and now I actually have blurry vision because I have no glasses. That's a really cool realistic detail that resulted from ADA. Anyway, I see the kidnapper is making his way for the woods to escape now, but I won't let that happen.

I now pull a Mosin-Nagant off of a dead officer...huh, weird weapon for a police officer to have. A WWII Soviet rifle...? Anyway, I lift up the rifle and aim, but my vision makes things a little difficult. More police now arrive and the scene, and I begin firing shots at the assailant. I miss every shot and then have to reload. I look around and pick up another magazine for the rifle and load it in. I look back and see that the police have captured him now. I'm glad they did, and I sigh in relief.

My friends now gather around me, and they don't seem the least bit concerned about the almost ten knives in my body. One of them hands me glasses, and I put them on. I aim down the gun and I have precision again, so that's good. But I'm beginning to question reality, and I do a reality check. I plug my nose, and I'm breathing through it still. I'm still doubtful, so I look at my hands, and I have extra fingers. So I become lucid, and I hold my rifle. I explain the whole fight and everything to everyone, and then I go on my merry way.

After that I just kind of explore around, not doing too much interesting sadly. I completely forget about the TOTM, and just explore around until I awake.

I was going to watch AFC Rushden & Diamonds play, which was at the old clubs ground Nene Park.

My cousin said we couldn't go to the match as Mark & Ben were watching the football on the television.

Therefore I was on my own, I knocked at a door, and my cousin Caroline said it was the wrong door, so I went through the correct door to the ground. I gave the lady at the turnstile £10 to get into the ground, I had to wait for my change, which was £4, there was a queue of people behind me waiting to get in also.

Once I was in the ground, a number of us had to walk on the football pitch, while the game had already begun, the ball kept hitting me which I denied! Paul Underwood one of our former players, was on the ball, shouting instructions in a Geordie accent (he's not a Geordie)...

When we all eventually got off the pitch, we got to the main football stand (The Peter Debanke Terrace).. which was completely gone, all that remained was a sign-post with "The Peter DeBanke Terrace" on it

Date: 3/24/2014 (Sun)
Total sleep: 7 hrs
Daytime Techniques: Mantra, Visualization, Text Search RC
Lucid Techniques: Mantra, Visualization
Recall Techniques: Mantra
Fell Asleep: 10:30 pm
Dream 1 Title: Roxanne
Dream 1: I am standing in a kitchen I don’t recognize. My wife is there. We are preparing a large dinner for a family gathering. We are discussing how many grams of carbohydrates are in the sweet potatoes we are preparing. She tells me that I have to ask Roxanne to leave. (Roxanne is a girl I briefly dated in college.) I walk out of the kitchen and into a large dining room. There is a long table with a white table cloth, and many place settings. The chairs are ornately carved. Roxanne is standing at the far end of the table. I walk to her. She looks just like she did back in college. As I approach she is smiling at me. I feel anxious because I know I have to ask her to leave. I smile back. I grab hold of the backs of one of the chairs. I am worried she will be angry with me. I then tell her that she can’t stay because this party is only for relatives. She smiles and nods. I wake up.
Dream 2 Title: Moving out of my dorm
Dream 2: I am in what I know is my dorm room. It is a relatively small room. In one corner is a folding table and chair. On the table is my computer (similar to the one I had in the early 90’s). Against one of the walls is a single bed with a maroon comforter. Sitting on the bed is a girl, about 7 years old. She has black hair. I know I am looking after this girl (In RL I don’t know this girl). I am moving out of the dorm today. I wrap some cloths in the comforter and leave. **Jump** I am sitting on my motorcycle (I’ve never owned a motorcycle in RL). I have attached my comforter, filled with cloths, to the back of my bike with bungee cords. The little girl is sitting on the comforter. It is raining outside as we drive out of the driveway and onto the street. We drive down a steep hill in front of Holy Cross College. When we reach the bottom of the hill I turn left, and then turn left again at a tall cement building. We start to head up another steep hill, but the comforter falls off the back of the bike. I stop. I tell the girl to leave the bundle where it is (sitting on the wet street) and we will come back for it later. I push the bike up the street and the girl walks with me. We turn right into a parking lot. I find a bike rack and suddenly my motor cycle is a child’s bike, made entirely from plastic. I put it in the bike rack and was not concerned that I didn’t have a lock because I didn’t think anyone would be interested in stealing a plastic bike. I know this is an apartment building and I am going to be renting a place here. I start walking toward the building. A man approaches me. He is wearing a white and blue checkered shirt. He stops in front of me. I don’t like him. He makes me feel uneasy. He looks to the little girl and then back to me with a strange smile. Then he says “You must be looking for the child loving center.” In my mind I know this is a place where adults take children to molest them. I am furious with this man. I realize that he is a child molester. I grab him by the front of his shirt and push him up against a nearby cement wall. I look him in the eyes and say, “I’m calling the police!” He continues to smile. Suddenly I know that he has gotten away with this in the past and the police won’t help. Just then I know what exactly to do. I have a flash in my head of a man, a tall, very large man with a shaved head and a tribal neck tattoo. I know this man is a convicted murderer who hates child molesters. I look back to the man in the checkered shirt and say, “I’m going to call Manny McMurderer.” The man’s smile fades, and his eyes grow wide. I know he is finally scared. The dream fades and I wake up.
Dream 3 Title: Just a feeling
Dream 3: (can only remember emotion) I remember being in a situation where I was very happy.
Awake: 5:30 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) D1 = 6; D2 = 8; D3 = ?
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) D1 = 4; D2 = 5; D3 = ?
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) D1 = 2 min; D2 = 10 min; D3 = ?
Emotions: Guilt, Anger, Happiness
Dream Signs: Person from my past, being in places I don’t know in RL, People I don’t know in real life, a people I don’t know in RL who I know in my dream, Being approached by a child molester, riding a motorcycle (in the rain), No text where there should have been text (street signs, dorm room, kitchen)
Notes: For Dream 3: My alarm didn’t go off this morning, so I awoke to my wife’s alarm. That meant I was late for work. I bolted out of bed which completely erased the last dream of the night.
Text Search Experiment: I am trying to ingrain a habit of searching for text everywhere I go. I search with my eyes for text that I can see. I make a game of it, by trying to read every bit of text (numbers & words) I can see from my current position. I do this because I realize that text rarely appears in my dreams. (When I see text, I will read it, look away, and then reread it as a RC.) So, the lack of text of any kind is a dream sign that occurs in 98+% of my dreams. My assumption is, if I search for text out of habit in my dream then either: 1. My dream will create some text, and when I read it, look away & will it to change, and look back, I will know I am dreaming, or 2. I will be unable to locate any text which will trigger me to do a different RC. So far I have been doing this “Text Search Technique” for about a week. I recalled 2 solid dreams last night and noticed no text in either of them. Both dreams took place in areas where text should have been present. I did not specifically look for text out of habit.

23:58 bedtime, a tad late.

Almost asleep probably 20 minutes later, and wife comes thundering into bed, tossing pillows around, pulling the blankets, and clearing her throat loudly. Thanks, dear, now I'm wide awake. I start to get really frustrated, but I push it away since all it will do is keep me awake, it serves no purpose. I make it back to sleep in not too long.

And I shook my head in incomprehension/condescension as a high school student at my grandmother and grandfather having separate twin beds.

real sleep time somewhere around 00:30 probably

00:00 Monday 2014-03-24

+ shoes, garden, chips, hotel

+ driving on paths hunting for gold
Finding a champagne producer.
at the ocean steep cliffs down

+ security guard at the mall showing me around he has the key to everything door used to be closed but they tell me now it's open

+ super wide celebrity-signature tennis shoes. A bunch of shoes are there I see them from the heel point of view, one is really wide. It's for sliding on clay courts. A female fit young tennis player is playing on a clay court and is sliding around. She's married to a good looking young fit male tennis star.

+ large golden rocks, the local residents are watching us and wondering what we're doing.

+ the driver of the car is not listening to me and my directions, he keeps choosing his own road and always ends up at a dead-end. I say I've been bicycling over this area all day and I know it really well, I'm telling him "now left, then right." The dead ends are where the curbs come so close together than the road is barely wide enough for a bicyclist or pedestrian to fit through.

+ we make it to the ocean, and there's a 50-foot cliff down to the beach. "We'll never get the gold out like this" the dude says. It's OK I say, let's keep going on foot.

+ at the champagne place, it's not buried treasure, but a regular champagne maker. There are bottles of champagne with labels and price tags all around. The prices are high. We talk to the vintner about the delicate flavors.

+ in a hotel with SB. "What a great hotel room, it's huge," go out into the garden, see a child on the other side of the fence, then we're there with the mother there are 3 small children with long blonde curly hair, 2 girls and one girl-looking boy. At a table with a bag of chips. The mother says they don't eat artificial things, and the bag of chips I'm holding I show her the indredients: corn, <picture>, oil.". The picture is a picture of a strangely curly green hot pepper. The woman eats one. It's twilight.

+ making out in the ocean with a CG. We're swimming in the fairly large waves, I want to wait until we swim around the back of a nearby rocky island so that we're not visible from the shore, even with binoculuars. We reach the back of the island and we come into each other's arms and make out passionately, our bodies rubbing together, still amongst the waves.

09:42

+ in a bus with guys, I see their faces, a hunting trip has concluded. Stopped at a restaurant to eat. It's a blacks only restaurant. I say "don't worry I saw some white guys inside." We go in and I have no shirt on I keep thinking I should go back to the bus and put on a shirt, I'm feeling very white here. One of my black friends asks me about the food, I look into a soup bowl and see it looks like French Onion soup but I say it's "savory soup."

+ with wife she's not happy about something she was with her old mother and she says even her old mother remembered her birthday, I'm trying to think what day it is and when her birthday is I can't figure it out. She's threatening to find things I ask "are you looking for things that aren't there or things that I'm hiding?" I'm digging through the car and think I have to go hide things better .

+ bunch of people together, see a CG through a door in a tight grey leotard twirling around

+ bells ringing, time for church

+ in high waves in water, I'm trying to find my way to a bargain ski resort that friends have told me about. I go to a "high place" in the waves where I think I should find it but don't see it. I look up high into the far distance around me and see several sun-lit snow-capped mountains, and perhaps even see a ski lift far away on one. I "fall down" the steep water wave hill to the bottom of a valley where I see a small, cheap, low-end ski resort, this is not the one I'm looking for, below me (flying DO overhead looking down) I see a tight set of kind of dirty snowy mogul runs.)

I'm wondering how to get back up to the top where I started.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

(...) An incredible coincidence happens in Riverstone's life, which makes him aware of a mistake he was about to make and puts him on a path that is extremely favourable to him. He makes a comment like he is thankful for the path correction but wondering how many sentient beings will suffer in consequence. I don't understand wht he means and he explains his view that karma balance is in pyramidal hierarchy. The more merits you accumulate the better karma you have but the universe has to balance it by distributing equal ammount of bad karma to those with no merits. "I find that hard to accept. Is karma like entrophy? So what happens when you accumulate endless merits and you tend towards budhahood? The rest of the world plunges into darkness, so you can get enlightened. And then what? Big bang happens?" He just points out that I should see how the beings who are close to enlightnement, magically don't need to worry anymore about providing for themselves, there's always people attending to their needs and that gives them more freedom to meditate and pursue liberation, like in a positive feedback loop.(...)

(...) A lost man appears at my front door, asking for a place to spend the night. I let him in, he seems harmless. But later on I think he kidnaps me, because there's a gap in my memory and I end up at some place where they seem to be making experiments with humans andhibridation with something else. I watch a baby being born and starting to talk soon after and growing up in one day the equivalent to at least 5 years.
I wake up and start writing down this dream, just to realize I'm still dreaming.
Next thing I am trying to escape this place, it's a complex labyrinthic building. They don't lock me up, they just keep me in some living area where others like me are kept to do a seemingly normal life until whatever.
I find Zilla and some other girl I know among them. I tell them I found a small hatch under some stairs in a discrete place where few people go and invite them to try to escape with me through there. They accept to take a peak. I go inside and find a tunnel that opens up like a funnel and seems like a promising getaway route. But when it's their turn, someone else passes by and they just run away. I decide to go alone and see where it leads.
I find myself in a different area, where other people are confined, most of them of african descent. I am welcomed by a group of Angolans and one big lady shows surprise when I tell her my name. She says she has a notebook, where she rights down information she gets in her dreams and that recently she dreamt of a girl with my name. I get half lucid, not entirely aware I'm dreaming, but very much focused and I can clearly read from her notebook and even when I look at different times, the information on it does not change.
She shows me the page and it adds up. She wrote my name, my approx. weight in kgs (60), my height in feet (5.4) - and I just had to check online how much that is in meters, cause I use metric system - my day and month of birth and... the date of my death! I was shocked, because it is 14 June 2014. I turn to her "That's just a little more than a couple of months away! It can't be!". She says " I don't make the rules, I just get the information". "So, I do I die?". And she touches me and I have a vision of an accident, some heavy metal piece falling from a scaffold over my head. There is only one thing that does not add up, the year of birth: she wrote 1964 and that is more than 15 years before I was born. I tell her that maybe it's not me, but someone else with my name and older than me. She says, her visions are not always 100% spot on and some numbers might get confused, but if every other number is right, there's good chance it is me.
So, obviously, I'll avoid any construction site and scaffolds around that day!

Morning of March 24, 2014. Monday.



My wife and family are living in a large two-storey house which is supposedly in Brisbane, Australia yet looks like a variation of sister Marilyn’s house, though a lot bigger. The first part of my dream has a section of near-lucidity as does a section near the ending, but never full lucidity.

I hear a noise outside and look out from the (implied) north side of a room upstairs. As I look down, I see an unkempt man seemingly moving from the outer area of that side of our house - (he looks up with a slightly annoyed look at me; it is quite clear) - to then step through a window in the next house, which is fairly close to ours. The other house seems to be vacant and refurbishing seems to be a thought relative to the scene. I still am not quite sure why he came from our area. A little later, I look out again and see a different unkempt man coming from the same area as the previous. He, as well (after glancing up at me in a perturbed way), steps through the large window of the house next door. It is a very clear scene, but I cannot identify the two males.

My wife tells me that they are using the area inside our walls to gain access to the neighbor’s house due to the closeness of the buildings which seems to sound reasonable at first. It seems that the two men are yelling at each other and I make a note of this to my wife. The fight seems to last a few minutes and seems related to building supplies and who does what with what. A little later, I notice that the entire southern section of the other house is mostly gone so that the inside can be seen. It also creates some sort of distorted imagery that our house is directly connected to it, sort of like a courtyard being in the “opening” of the house that links to ours, yet with a fancy wall of only a couple feet or so and almost looking like a miniature castle at one point.

Later, I am upstairs in a room of my own that seems to be a section from the King Street boarding house. Three men are now in our house doing work for the landlord in the western-most section. A man yells at me “we weren’t arguing, mate…” (followed by something I do not hear clearly or remember) in an Australian manner and thick accent. I am not quite sure how he heard what I had said to my wife.

Later, I notice that the walls of vertical wooden slats (reminding me of our Clayfield apartment) have been recently painted. However, I also am aware that they did not need painting and whoever did it did an amazingly sloppy job, leaving triangular patches of the older coat near ceiling level, which looks very annoying. There are also tacky pieces of furniture added here and there and one room has horrid-looking wall paper, which is green and orange in vertical stripes and has upside-down V-shaped golden patterns. I tell myself that I will redo everything when the other men leave.

Feeling more and more annoyed, especially at the idea of having three strangers in our house supposedly “fixing” the place while merely destroying aspects of it in one way or another, I go to the room the three men are in. The three men are sitting about on the floor, all in informal meditating positions. The one on my far left, at first, looks like Richard B, a second pinhead (after Leonard S) I knew from La Crosse (who would be very old now if still alive). I say the first name fairly loud a few times, but it turns out that it is not him, and a different name is given by a different man (which I do not recall, it might have been “Paul”). He still closely resembles him and does have the same characteristics. He has an extreme slouch as well. I tell them that I will inform the landlord if they keep messing around as they have been doing. A little later, I am back in the adjoining room. Suddenly, I feel vibrations that are amazingly vivid to what it would actually feel like when a wall is transmitting sound caused by someone jumping on the floor. In the other room, the three men are jumping around, singing and yelling, and eventually playing a loud stereo. Their voices are very clear and distinguishable.

My wife gets very upset by both their being in the house at all, as well as their present behavior. It looks as if they had knocked a wall out from one side (west) for no particular reason. They mostly just sing and dance around in a drunken manner. She yells about them and goes downstairs with the apparent plan of not going upstairs again until they are gone (assuming there will still be an upstairs left). Our children seem to feel the same way. Our baby, however, is still wandering around upstairs. There are two large flights of stairs going up from north to the south end and fairly close together (divided only by one smaller room or area, it seems). I am concerned about the baby walking too close to the steps. She actually goes down a couple of the steps as I start to wake with great concern for her safety, but there is no drama. (In real life, she is the most adventurous one-year-old I had ever seen, even managing to climb up on our dresser and do a “tap dance” - as well as walk along the back of the couch.)

This dream seems to have some sort of unusual modern alteration of the “three witches” archetype.

So there I was out for a walk, when I noticed that I must have parked our van in the middle of the street. Why would I do that? And I could not even move it now because I only had the other car's key on me. Was this even our van? As I thought that the van started to drive off. I thought, ah good, not ours. Then it occurred to me to check whether it was a dream. I tried finger through palm and it would not go through (I should stop trying this RC, it never work for me). But then I thought, I think it is a dream. I became aware of my physical body lying in bed. I alas started to lose dream. I managed to still notice that it was a beautiful day in my dream: sunny and the blossoms were already in bloom in my dream unlike in reality. I tried spinning to stabilize, but I lost the dream.

Upon waking up I tried to immediately write down my dream on my iPhone, but my husband tried to take my phone from me. I kept insisting that it was important that I write down this dream, but he would not listen to me.

And that is when I really woke up. Yikes, false awakening opportunity missed. And then I almost forgot to RC to check whether this was another FA! I started writing the dream, but then remembered to RC. I looked at the time twice. It continues to be 4:23, and I am pretty confident that now I am awake.

Oh and this lucid was a result of a WBTB: I got up and got a cup of warm milk around 2:30. I almost had not gotten up, but I thought might as well get up to increase chance of WBTB.

The OFFICIAL Foxrally Dream History Textbook

Don't remember much on today's night. Gotta work on dream recall.

Dream Fragment:

I remember having a dream, like I was watching a video, about a lesson on psychology. I don't remember what the lessons were about, but I heard some weird terms and a teacher-like voice speaking (like in a tutorial video) in the background explaining all the diagrams that popped up.

While browsing a book store earlier that day I had actually read through a book about psychology (and gotten really interested), so I probably got my dream from that.