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My lucid dream starting like many of my dreams lately, with me standing up with some effort. I thought I was dreaming, but I also thought I might be actually standing up IRL (which ~has~ happened to me before!), but I quickly realized I was dreaming. I walked around to find somewhere. No one else was around. At one point I turned a few corners and ended up at like a dead end. I stared at the wall and just stared, and that made me feel like it was going to make me lose lucidity, so then I walked away and relaxed my focus and that seemed to help. At one point I meandered into a room where there was a bed (I had been seeking) and it looked like there was a naked man in it, but the scene did not last long enough to be specific.

Later and lucid I completed a DreamViews Task of the Month. In my dream, I saw this lady walking at a distance and I shouted over to her, "WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME", but we were too far to hear each other, but as she drew closer (we were kinda going parallel but converging), I asked again, and she said Judith. Then, a couple other dream characters showed up and it seemed like I was gonna get a line of DCs all wanting to tell me their middle names! but I wasn't actually even told another one.

Later, and less lucid but still aware of the context, I remembered feeling like I was in a cramped space with rowdy people, and so I didn't feel exactly safe or at ease, kinda like a tailed animal around a lot of feet and legs.

[SPOILER][/SPOILER]Hm... sleeping in a random room and random lucitity for about a second and a half.


Next, I am in a hotel and sleep on the floor. I didn't reach limbo, though I got to layer three.(nonlucid) Moving to a lodge for the next days, we are snowed in and looking for my melee disc to play with some friends.

IMMA TRY TO HURRY UP AND WRITE THIS OUT SO I CAN MOVE ON TO OTHER LIFE THINGS

Dream - Chewed-up Story Part II
Basically, in this dream... the perspective was all screwed up (no offense, brain), so that while the main story held strong ("An Unlikely Friendship"), the two main characters kept swapping out. Player 1 alternated between being a black kitten, me, and the Agro horse from Shadow of the Colossus, while the Player 2 character was either a black dog, my brother, a sort of horse/dog mix, or the apostle Paul.

At least I think that's what happened.

Overall it was as though someone had taken a bunch of story elements, chewed 'em up, and then spat them out, and pretty much left the story like that. Or it was sort of like the storyline being in the middle while the characters and setting mutate by turns.

So it started off in a school or a facility of SOME kind, where a tiny black kitten was found, apparently dead. Then it started to move, and boom, suddenly it was unexpectedly alive. Huzzah. A large black dog took a liking to it, and they became unlikely friends.

Then there was something about my brother and I being in the facility (I being the black kitten character, him being the black dog character), which was now leaning more towards a boarding school. Don't really remember that part, my outline isn't very helpful.

And lastly there was some third phase where I had been replaced by the horse Agro from Shadow of the Colossus, and Ben had been replaced by a large dog. Except I was now talking to Ben about this story, which had apparently happened some time ago in the past, about how happy I was that this was a thing that had actually happened in real life. I was like man, it's so exciting that a horse and a dog actually became friends, even though it was way back in the medieval ages. At this point the large dog had a sort of odd mane that I remember stroking. Very unusual texture to it.

Last part was something about the dog having become the apostle Paul and angrily arguing with/holding off some other people in order to protect his companion. Or something like that.

THE TAKEAWAY FROM THIS is that my brain has become overexcited by story elements and needs to calm down. Or something like that. I don't really know. IM TIRED. I have to do Linear Algebra homework right now. hhhhhaaaaaaa. brain i love stories but could you please be more consistent next time~

OKAY I outlined this dream last night and reading it now it's crazy. Geez.

Dream - Chewed-up Story Part I
So I was in some office or perhaps a school building, and there were all kinds of crazy things happening. For instance, at one point Mr and Mrs Incredible showed up. He was totally in love with her, and she had a similar body shape to him and bright orange curly hair and a weird crazy face, and also she was a fake version of his wife.

I may have been a college kid or somethin'. I remember bein' on a field trip, we were just walking around outside following the professor around while she showed us various wildlife. Or something like that. I guess we were the type of students to just never go outside, 'cause the wildlife was just regular old sparrows and squirrels and junk.

UHHH then at some point Ben was explaining something to me, I'm not sure what. Just, y'know, fillin' me in on information.

The thing he was explaining was the backstory of this bicycle-athlete and/or tennis player, who I believe was originally shown passed out on the university building's front porch, before getting up and proceeding to be absolutely fabulous. But he had a dark side... he may have been a spy of some sort. Super popular though.

Uh so next I should explain about this one dream power where I was able to change how other people thought simply by sticking two fingers into their head (phasing harmlessly right through to their brain), and then concentrating on the new idea I wanted them to have. Which was pretty neat. I remember doing that to the bicycle guy, and also to the Mrs Incredible lady, because Mr and Mrs Incredible were havin' to travel down these tube slide things and she was kinda scared and then I just changed her thought to make her not scared! Wooo.

Maybe next time I'm lucid I'll make that a conscious dream power. Like, it was really cool because I could sort of feel their thoughts, and being able to change them was a powerful ability... I'd like for that to be a dream skill of mine, like flying. Make allies out of enemies and enemies out of allies, turn one guy against his comrades, convince another to lead me to a stronghold, really the opportunities are endless~

Oh yeah I think at the time I was a ghost, though. It was a lot like that game, The Novelist, in that way.

UHM then there was a third-person bit about students going outside to see the wildlife, same as before, and then them trying out a professor-led experiment where they offered free food to sparrows. And the sparrows were like, all eager to try it out, but at the same time very suspicious because there were no humans nearby for them to gauge things by. They weren't sure what the proper course of action was, without humans.

Uhhh I may have also been a business person at another time. I remember there being some co-worker that I really hated, I remember him being just so whiny and me sitting there getting ready to punch him in the face just to get him to be quiet. Think that was the last thing before my alarm went off.

This is just, probably not in the right order at all. It's really impossible to tell. And y'know there were no callbacks to other parts of the dreams so you could pretty much arrange them however the heck you wanted. I wouldn't worry about it.

I am successful in a very very competitive field. Other than my business of selling hunting equipment in the south, there is only one company that is close. It is called red and it is a family owned and run business. Not like family as in grandma and grandpa, family as in a family crest and name, almost like Sackets. They will let anyone that can come up with proof that they are actually descendants of that family.

I am pretty high up, but not the CEO or anything. Can't really figure out what I did. I had to work with other businesses I think and tried to sell the product to their business. I kept running into one girl that was a problem.

She is a pretty good looking girl that didn't have that air that most "business women" have that makes you want to beat something incessantly because of the annoyance. She was quite nice and adept at her job. But... She wasn't like that to me. I kept seeing her everywhere and each time we talk we banter and have pretty legit wordplay. I almost forgot. I didn't know that she was the similar jon to mine. She was just a girl that kept popping up that seemed to know too much about my job.

At the end I am walking through her family business. I didn't know that it connected to her and I was looking through it reading all the family names that are descendants of this business. My work is corrupt and I am looking for a better job. I am surprised to see my family name and I decide to take the list and my family line to a quick interview with their district manager. I step inside and she is there. I know now that she is somehow related, and I see that her last name is my family name, making us cousins or close to it, since it isn't a very common name.

I decide to walk in and talk to her anyways.
(Not much banter in this. I dont remember the other conversations, and even this one is slipping.)
"Now you see why I hate you so much." She says. She is arranging some prices inside the store "you work for a bunch of corrupt businessmen."
"Well you really can't beat the money there." I say, following her around the store.
"I know that it is none of my business, but how much does an intern make there?" She gives me a dirty look. We are known for underpaying people, even if they are well trained, and hiring a bunch of interns in order to keep all the money.
"30$/hour." I lie. Dont know why.
She looks completely confused.
"Actually, even at my level, I only make 11.50 an hour. They have promised more if j just stick with it."
"How can you stand such empty promises?" She says "dont you ever get tired of it?"
I am pulling out the papers, and then suddenly my wife is there. She looks shocked at first and then plays it off.
"Hey, I followed you in. When are we going to families house?" She says. Very unconvincing. Something is definitely up.
"You can't even keep the times straight. Sounds like you need to lay off the booze or you won't be able to keep your grades up." The girl says.
My wife throws her a look. I know this girl. She wouldn't throw a remark like that without knowing a person. You can't just insult a person's wife. Because you dont like them. They must know each other somehow. Why would they lie to me?
"Hey, I actually have something that I want to talk you about." I say to her.
"What kind of thing could the devil want from our company?"
"Not the company." I say and we finally get some couches. I sit down and one of my best friends walks through the other side. Why would he be here.
She looks up at me. I wasn't supposed to see him here. They all start talking.
Her "I was hoping that brandon wouldn't find out about that."
Wife "sorry you had to find out about this, we weren't sure how you would react. Since you don't like her very much."

A little ticked that they kept it from me, but hoping that this will go over well I pull out the family linege form and am about to show it to them.

3.26.14 Wednesday

Last night, bed 11:20 - 7:45

Lots of dreams, remembered one every time I woke up.

DR
I am in my apartment in US. It's a small studio type dwelling. Kinda large rectangular room, with floor to ceiling windows on 3 sides. It's very bright, clean, modern looking. It's more of a bungalow, since other apartments are not attached. Like a resort living. Lots of greenery and winding path from one dwelling to another.

Somebody is telling me we are moving from there, because of some silly reason. Maybe too much noise. I'm telling them, that I don't want to move, this place is great. When a neighbor was making noise, manager asked him to stop and they complied. So I'm arguing, that where are they gonna find another place that looks this awesome, and has a manager willing to help you, and a neighbor that will listen to the manager.

DR
Similar setting as above dream. My dad is visiting and he is naked. Now it's night. Lights are on inside, and we have those huge windows. I'm telling him he is gonna get in trouble. So he gets even closer to the window and get more provocative. I think I stand up and push him away, or something. Now I'm sitting at a long table, showing someone local magazines, with some apartment ads in them.

DR
In my apartment somewhere in Asia. Backyard with tall plants, some bushes and low trees. There is a large snake, looks like cobra. I'm not scared of him as usually. I'm trying to shoo him away, and he moves fast, but in the wrong direction. There is more of them now, and I'm shooing all of them with a coat in my hands. They are moving, but they don't like it.

Lucid, non-lucid

Zombies are a reoccurring theme in my dreams. I remember this from my last go around.

Someone else was in my dream, probably Iv. Iv and I are survivors. It felt like a video game rather than a movie. We would kill one and have time to talk. The next zombie wouldn’t show up until we were ready to move on. Remember one of the weapons I got to use. It was extremely heavy – the size of a baseball bat and looked like an old fashioned razor blade, the kind barbers use to shave their clients only oversized and with uneven blade.

Initially we were in a building, but then made our way outside. It was sunny and reminded me of the vacation that I took in Dominican Republic. Palm trees, pools etc.



As we were walking we stumbled on a camp of survivors near a swimming pool. The pool was without water and the whole area was divided in different territories. These territories were marked in chalk. The guy who claimed to be the owner of this pool, an old man with gray hair, tried to sell us space. He also pointed to an area where he drew up an advertisement, also in chalk. In addition to selling us space he offered us some sort of patrol job. This pool area was safe from zombies.

What I found weird is that it changed from day to night quickly. I stumbled on this pool when it was initially light outside and by the time the guy was showing me his ad it was already dark.

Remember waking up in this weird state of not remembering my dream and being disappointed, but I did not give up and eventually remembered. It is almost as though my brain threw that memory in trash because it didn’t happen.

After writing this I went back to bed. I still had 30 minutes before I had to wake up. I knew this was a perfect opportunity to try one of the other techniques. I started on like 3-4 different dreams, but in all of them, while still conscious, I would catch my brain writing a scenario. As soon as I made that observation all my dream characters would just stop what they were doing - like robots that were suddenly unplugged.

Fliers
I'm in my office. I notice a stack of fliers on my desk and start to look through them. They're all for women's products, and many of them have pictures of women dressed in rather revealing clothes. I put them down, preferring to avoid such things. My wife walks into the room and asks if I saw the fliers, saying that my 3rd daughter wanted me to have them. I say I looked at a couple then put them down, and she says that they had to go through the postal service, so they can't be TOO bad.

Outside my window a group of men is working on the lawn. I think something about how they won't move on until their boss, a woman I know, tells them to.


Light demo
I'm using some sort of interactive demo produced by a team as a project. The viewpoint moves along on rails, and if you click in the right places, you get to see more stuff. A message at the beginning says to click on the light. Every so often, there's an opening to the side, a room or a hallway, and each one has a part of the wall or floor that's extra bright; but when I click on them the program looks like it's going to go down them, but then keeps going straight. I restart and try again and the same thing happens. On the third try I figure out the correct hot spot to click; it's rather non-intuitive. The camera viewpoint goes into one of the lit hallways.

Now I'm physically present in that hallway. In front of me are some steps going down, and there are a handful of people already sitting on them. In front of us and to the left is a stage with closed curtains and some kind of project in front of the curtains. My third daughter goes up and looks at it, then comes back. My step-father is there and asks us what we'd like to sing.


House politics
I'm in a bedroom talking with someone about home defense. He says he'd love to have a good BB gun in his bedroom; I reply that a shotgun is much better for home defense. There's a half-made bed on the floor in one corner of the room.
Outside in the hallway I see ??? trying to set up a prank for when ??? comes along; he's hiding under a trap door on the stairs landing. He drops something and opens the trap door to find it. Now there's something about the household inheriting from two ancient houses (i.e. ancestories), and that the prank has given the patriarch the idea to combine the houses, something that's not normally done. He's reticent to do it, since the house name that'll be going away is more his heritage, but he's willing to do it since it makes so much more sense than keeping both houses around. Now I see a bunch of (physical) houses in a row, five or so small ones and one large one, and I see the five small houses get smashed into the large one, leaving a lot of cleared ground behind.


Train troubles
I'm riding on a train, talking with people in one of the cars. I have some concerns about something. At some point, the train stops. We get off, look around, and get back on. Now I'm in the locomotive, somehow in charge of the train. I really don't want this and I'm trying to think how to get rid of the responsibility. I'm also concerned about whether we have enough fuel to keep going. Now we're stopped again, and I'm standing on the ground by the locomotive. Another train comes by, a big one, and sideswipes my train. As if in slow motion, the train starts to tip, then falls off the tracks towards us. We're able to get out of the way, and no one is hurt. With the train on its side, I can see a compartment in the top of the locomotive. It seems to be the coal hopper, but it's just got a handful of what look like large dusty Hershy's Kisses. I make a comment about just wanting to put one in my mouth, to which the engineer just smiles. I say it's a good thing that we didn't go on since there's not even enough coal in here for another day of travel, but the engineer disagrees, saying this is really good stuff and a little goes a long way.

Along with the coal, the compartment also has a bunch of kids' books. I poke through them to see what's there, and a number of Mandy books stand out. Somehow I know the train's owner's daughter is grown up now and has no need of these books, so I think that my own daughter may enjoy them.


Car troubles
I'm on the hill near my house stuck in a long line of traffic. I come close to running into the car in front of me, and I hope that no one runs into me. Now I'm on foot standing in front of my car. I move off to the side just in time, and a car behind mine pushes it forward, smashing it into the car in front. Now I'm walking through the intersection at the top of the hill. I see a police car and a regular car off to the side, with the police officer lecturing the driver about weapons.


Fragment
We're in a vehicle along with at least one child, being driven by a chauffeur. We pull up outside a house, and he announces that we've arrived.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening


(...) Walking by a street in a poor neighboorhood. I see a girl who used to be my neighbour and I follow her. I end up inside a lady's home, not understanding how I got inside until I realize she doesn't have wall on one of the sides of her house. I excuse for my invasion and try to go back out in the street, but it seems that all houses are interconnected open spaces and there's really no street anymore. Then it gets so bad, that I have to walk over people's beds, with the people laying and sleeping on it, because in each division, there's tens of people and there's basically no floor space, just beds packed together. I realize how lucky I am to have a gigantic home compared to them. Just my bedroom is bigger than this room where some 15 people live. Then I finally find an exit, to a back alley, but I feel vertigo when I see that this back alley is just a tiny stretch of dirt before a precipice. I almost fall down. But other people use it to go from house to house, no worries. I see my old neighbour again and I follow her, to find myself in a sort of communal open space where kids play. They are so sweet and we become friends so easily. I feel warm hearted. Then I am approached by a small elephant and a blue and white bird. So cute! I play with them and we end up cuddling together, the elephant hugging me from the left and the blue bird stuck between us, with his belly up and a look of absolute happiness and delight. I feel so much love.

I'm in a grocery store, looking around for the bacon. I see blister packs hanging on metal pegs in a non-refrigerated area, containing bacon that is cut into trapezoid shapes of various sizes. I want bacon that is cut into circles but I cannot find any.

Date: 3/26/2014 (Wed)
Total sleep: 7.5 hours
Daytime Techniques: Text Search, RCs, Visualization, Mantras
Lucid Techniques: Visualization & Mantras
Recall Techniques: Mantras
Fell Asleep: 9:30 pm
Dream 1 Title: Strange Hotel
Dream 1: This dream was either a bit choppy, or my recall is a bit choppy. I’m in a hotel room, but it is a very large room which reminds me of my sisters living room from a house she used to live in quite a few years ago. The room is very messy. I there are other people in the room but I only know my wife. I know the room needs to get cleaned up, but because I didn’t make the mess I don’t feel I have to assist. I walk out of the door onto a paved walkway. I walk to the corner of the building. My nephew and one of his friends (both about 8 years old) come running by waving plastic swords. I am looking at a parking lot. There are a few cars. **Jump** I am standing on a very high cliff with Joseph Gordon-Levitt (the actor from Inception) and a group of women. They are watching us demonstrate a new invention Joseph created. It is a device which will allow two people to hang out over the cliff to get a better view. It has two harnesses, but it requires Joseph and me to hang onto a handle while lowering ourselves into the harnesses, while they are hanging out over a 3,000 foot drop. I start to climb over the edge, my heart is racing. My legs are dangling as I hang on, but I can’t get my feet into the harness. Joseph says “Screw this!” and walks away. I am very angry at him for leaving me hanging, LITERALLY!! **Jump** I am in a room that reminds me of an old doctor’s office waiting room. There is furniture made of dark wood and a dark brown leather couch. I am sitting on the left arm of the couch (which is thickly padded).

Spoiler for Sexual Content:

A gorgeous young woman is lying on the couch and she is completely naked. She has long, wavy, raven black hair. Her skin is very tan. She is in perfect shape, like a fitness model. She has perfect breasts. My wife is standing in front of her, staring at her. I am very aroused, and notice I too am naked. My wife is fully clothed in her typical business attire she would wear to work. The woman shifts closer to me and begins to perform fellatio on me. It feels absolutely amazing. I can’t keep my eyes of this woman’s inhumanly perfect body. My wife kneels down in front of the woman and begins to gently run her hands along her abdomen, then upward to caress her perfect breasts. The woman moans with pleasure. My wife says, “Look at her. She has such a perfect body.” (I feel like I’ve wandered into a porn movie.) By wife begins to shift her body downward and I know she is going to perform cunnilingus on this woman.

**Jump** (DAMNIT!!!) I am back in the parking lot of the hotel. There is a tram (just like the ones found at Disney world) parked in front of the hotel. The cars are red, with white roofs. There are a bunch of beautiful women in the tram. My wife and I are standing with another group of women, all of which are young and beautiful. I know there is a fitness competition going on at the hotel and my wife and I are coaches for our group. The other group is our competition. One of the women on the tram (a gorgeous blond woman with striking blue eyes) stands up and yells, “YOU KNOW….WE REALLY DON’T LIKE YOU!!” I laugh out loud. Then I turn to my team and say sarcastically, “Did you hear her ladies? She really doesn’t like us!” All the woman, in unison, say, “AWWWWWWW!!!” My alarm goes off.
Awake: 5:00 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) D1 = 12
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) D1 = 8
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) D1 = 15 min
Emotions: Annoyance, fear, excitement, arousal, lust, pride
Dream Signs: Celebrity who I seem to know, pornographic scene with my wife and another woman, at a hotel I don’t recognize, Hanging off a cliff with no safety equipment, Never noticed any text
Notes: Took magnesium, B-5 and chorine. I am actually pleased that I remembers one of my dreams, in detail, last night. I was exhausted and expected to sleep straight through. I set my alarm to radio and tied to find a station with soft music. Today it worked. The volume was low, and the song was soft, so I woke up gently and didn’t forget my dream. I awoke earlier in the night from another dream, but fell back to sleep before I could recover it. I did my mantras and visualization exercises before bed. I know one issue is I just don’t get sufficient sleep during the week.
Text Search Experiment: (Day 3) I actually remembered to do a text search before my workout this morning, but didn’t do it when I first woke up. I’m continuing to search for text during the day, especially when I change environments (go to a different room, enter a different building, go outside, etc). While I am searching I am very aware and keep stating that I am dreaming. I’m trying to find the right mantra for this experiment. I’m struggling with finding something that is very simple yet sends the correct expectation to my subconscious. Right now I state, “Tonight, while I’m dreaming I will look for text. When I find text it will be a reality check and I will be lucid. If there is no text to be found I will count my fingers and become lucid.” I am staying positive and looking forward to the weekend when I can sleep for more hours.

Someone took a dump on my dream recall.

I am in this absolutely beautiful area where there are these houses built by these massive red rock spires. It seems like a city built in the middle of the desert. There are orchards and farm fields everywhere. Presence is explaining to me that the people here rely on wells to irrigate their crops.
I encounter an elderly man who is sitting in a rocker outside of one of the houses. It is a beautiful white concrete mansion with a waterfall running out from underneath. Looked like FLW's falling water. There is an orange orchard around his home. The man is in some kind of trouble with the police. He does something that causes me to transport to a new world.

I am the Avatar now, and am supposed to know how to bend all four elements. Right now, I am working with some company to build a statue of the past Avatar. The crew wants me to use my Metalbending to help them touch up the face. By the way, this is a big statue, like fifty feet tall. They fly me up to it in a Helicopter.
I end up messing up the eyes and nose pretty bad, and end up doing something to "reset" and start over.

I am in some grocery store with two friends. I notice that there is a flood of water coming out from beneath one of the shelves. I examine more closely and find out that there is in fact a gutter in the roof that is emptying behind the shelves.
I climb up the shelves. No water is coming out at the moment but there is a sticky note by the gutter that I am assuming was written by some construction/maintenance guy. It's saying that no water should be coming out of the gutter.
Then I realize there is more water about to come out. I look up the gutter and see the water coming. I decide to blow on the water and I freeze it into ice moments before it pours onto the floor of the shopping center. Wohoo! Made Ice!

I am in the parking lot outside the grocery store. They have a brick parking lot rather than paved. I decide to see if I can earthbend with these bricks. I cannot.

I met some dream character who's name was Rusty. He was a man in his mid-20's with long blonde hair. He partakes in some kind of extreme diving and fishing sport.

I become properly lucid by doing a nose-pinch reality check. I was still in the general area of the grocery store. There was a road running by the coast, and several long wooden docks stretching out over the ocean. It was dark at this time, nighttime. Normally, I don't like to lucid at nighttime, but I didn't think to reposition the sun.
I see the cars driving by on the road and decide to see what will happen if one of them hits me. Will I die? Will I be hurt at all?
I walk into the road and stare at a car. I kneel down and hold out my arms ready for the car to hit me and to embrace the feeling. But the dream character stops and opens his window. He asks me why I'm doing that in the middle of the road.
I let him drive past and try with a few more dream characters. I cannot get these guys to hit me. Eventually, I manage to jump in front of a character and have their headlight hit me in the hand as they passed by at 30+ mph. I broke their headlight. The character stopped and backed up and asked if I was OK.
I looked at my hand. There was a big piece of headlight glass lodged in my palm. I couldn't feel any pain, but I pulled it out and the cut healed completely in like a second.
I decided to try destroying the dream world. I picked up a car with telekinesis, and threw it into the ocean. I ended up destroying a wooden boat dock.
I now began walking down the road, punching through the hoods of cars and pushing them off the road.
I got to the end of the road, where it curved away from the coastline. I looked back at the destruction and decided to try and fix it. I looked at the wooden docks and then looked away.
"Restore Docks"
I look back, all of the docks are fixed. I look away from the cars.
"Restore Cars"
All of the cars are fixed. I turn away again.
"Restore Citizens"
All of the dream characters appear back in their cars and start driving around.
Rusty comes back along and tells me that this is the end of the dream. I lose the dream and just see the words "The End" in my vision.
I appear on this beach momentarily before the dream ends. Rusty is there sitting in a beach chair. He asks me why I always seem to stick around after the dream is over.
I wake up.

Morning of March 26, 2014. Wednesday.



This is likely at least partly the result of generic scripting using “I am made of the healthiest energies…”

What am I really made of? You know, just like the nursery rhyme…

I am in a larger room; it seems like it may be the shopping mall at one point. I see what first is a puppy (or seems to be). I sense my wife is there. I first “recognize” it as my dog “Joe” (from when I was a young teenager) that was part Toy Cocker Spaniel. I call out saying how this is my dog and how he has returned. I sit down and start to pet it.

“No I ain’t, buddy!” says the small dog loudly in an odd chirpy “human” male voice.

Somehow, this startles me and causes me to fall forward on top of the poor little mutt. I then see that it is Lisa M’s dog from my teenage years.

This dog was a plain brown dachshund and was “replaced” by her father without her finding out (at least at the time - not sure what was revealed years later). Anyway, the dog, with difficulty, manages to crawl out from under my body (I find it almost impossible to lift myself up at that point and the pressure of the animal creates a strange unpleasant ticklish push near my chest) and runs around in circles continuing to speak in an odd human voice, though I do not catch much of what he is saying.

This is embarrassing. Eventually, I leave the area casually as the “puppy” is still running around and making various comments to people (possibly sarcastic or perhaps just informative regarding his “dog’s life”) in what sounds more and more like being from the speaker of a portable cassette player. As I walk down the mostly featureless hall, I see at least three giant snails crawling around - about the size of a cat.

My next scripting will not begin with “I am made of…”

These are dreams from the past couple days. Because getting on the internet is a pain right now, I wrote what I could recall in here.

Too Many Cats
I come home and I see that there are six cats in the living room. I see that there are even more cats all through the house. I run into my mom who says that she has decided to become a cat hoarder.

Publisher

In WL, I recently wrote an autobiography cataloging everything that happened to me up until the end of high school. It contained many personal things that I never wanted other people to see.
My parents had just sent this off to a publisher and collected a large check, about $1500 on the counter. There was also a bill showing that they had spent the money on expensive wines.
Okay, I don't care less about what they spent the money on, but the autobiography I wrote contained a lot of personal information, and it should not have been published. I get very angry and trash my own home.

Cosmic Forest Fire

Now onto the good stuff. I am flying through space, getting some guided tour of the galaxy from what I have been noticing more and more, the "presence" in my dreams. It flies me past a large blue star that is surrounded by this disc of gas and dust. The star looks beautiful and very realistic.
We fly past that to another white star. And (enter dream logic) the star is shaped like a skull rather than just a ball. This was a really interesting and strange sight. There is also a large disc of white clouds around it. The presence flies me toward the clouds and deposits me on them.
As it turns out, I am in a very strange, interesting world. The skull-shaped star is the source of heat and light and the entire ring of gas and dust is the world. Most of it is white, and the white gas turns out to be snow when you actually get closer to it.
I was cold, so I tried to make a fire with some spare wood laying around. There were actually small clusters of pine trees all around. I got a fire started, god help me how. But the fire quickly spread and started burning down all of the trees.
The presence took me out of that location and left me at my house. My parents were there and they were scolding me for starting a cosmic forest fire. After a minute, I started to realize how absolutely ridiculous the situation was. I didn't make it to full-fledged lucidity before I woke up.

Car Chase
Me and two friends are chasing a large truck through a city. We are driving a black corvette. I try to open the door and jump from the corvette onto the truck, but the truck turns away down a side street at the last minute.
I get lucid at somepoint after that, but the dream falls into chaos. I am in some large red cave looking through a satchel full of weapons. I then walk around on stilts in an attempt to fly. I feel like there was much more to this than I can recall right now.

This afternoon my entry into lucidity was particularly cool, it wasn't scary, more exhilarating. I got the usual earthquake vibrations, but then something grabbed hold of my ankles and violently dragged my off my bed and over the floor into the wardrobe. It was black inside and I started to yell out for some clarity, but instead it came out as Clara. Who I then met, got a dumb and dumber porridge bowl haircut, which I hated despite the hair dresser saying it looked wonderful. So I decided I didn't want any hair and made it so. Had a fight with a demon in a dojo. It was pouring rain outside so I opened the dojo door because of the knocking and had a rumble with the demon.

In real life people upstairs were making heaps of noise and these distractions kept trying dragging me in and out of the dream and ruined its solidity... but I think it was good for me as I quickly brought myself back into the dream by making up other better distractions occurring in lucidity. Looking forward to working on better dream clarity, but if Clara keeps appearing instead of greater clarity I'll have to think up another word for clarity.