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1. [Lucid]
I'm trying to fall asleep lying in my bed when all of a sudden I think of something (Something about a ghost) and it really scares me, then //I start to rotate on the spot until I'm facing the wall that my bed is against, I open my eyes (Its bright as if its day) and see the wall, my bed I'm laying on, the pillow and the blankets on top of me, I get scared and cover my head with the blankets...after a minute or so of hiding I begin to hear music...I have no idea where its coming from...this freaks me out even more so I just lay there to scared to turn around//

I wake up and open my eyes then close them and fall asleep, I manage to DEILD...

//I am in the exact same dream I just left, I'm still freaked out hearing this music so I try to shout my Mum...I couldn't talk...All I heard was mmmmm// I wake up.

Legend:
// - Lucid

I had a nice and some what strange dream experience last night.
I was in a dream, i'm not sure exactly what was happening , someone was standing behind a glass door taunting me, i said something like : i will put my hands through , i will, oh yeah i am dreaming, i try to put my hands through but it just stretches like plastic the marks from my hands stay imbedded in the glass.
The next thing i know i am flying out my window... The house and yard look nothing like my real house or any thing i have ever seen.. I fly into the sun near atree and turn around the sun is really warm and nice.. I face a highrise buildings i land backwards on the grass and slide as i land.. The grass is nice and soft on my bare feet.. I look over at the highrice and notice my mum grandma and aunt sitting on the balcony so i fly over there but i am stuck 2 floors below them i can't fly any higher so i cling on to the side of the building and climb up... There is cockatoo shit all over the chairs.. I notice my brother eat some pizza he offers me some when i go over to get it he pretends he wasn't talking to me and everyone laughs... This infuriated me so i try and shove the pizza in his face .. He starts rubbing it all in his hair and everyone laughs again ..

I wake up in bed eating some pizza .. It the occurs to me that i don't have any pizza in the house and even if i did i wouldn't eat it in bed in the middle of the night lol... False awakening ...

I wake up again and slide my hand under my pillow there is a whole bunch of pizza crust under there and heaps of crumbs ... Lol ..., false awakening again..

I remember I was chatting on a forum on Facebook. It was more on a chat window than a screen (I can't quite remember that detail). It was part of a program people join to help them achieve lucidity. It was a genius system in my dream, but I don't recall entirely how it worked. I just remember someone would type something they were thinking, and others would elaborate on it and confirm if it was real or not... or maybe they would mention something of the dream world (that's another detail that was fuzzy). I was sitting on the couch in my living room. It was set up just how it is in real life... brown, leather sofa; plaid chair in front of the left side; to the left was the dining area; just before that, though was the hallway to my room straight ahead and my roommate's room to the right. There's also a bathroom to the left, but I don't remember it being in my dream. Anyhow, I was sitting on the left side of my couch beside my dad. Others were there in the room, too, but I don't recall who it was. Maybe they were family? I had been a member of the forum for years it seemed in my dream. It was when I was explaining to my dad how amazing the forum was (and how it worked) when the feeling suddenly changed (maybe this was my subconscious starting to realize that I was dreaming). There was a dream shift here, but I was still in my living room, sitting where I was sitting before. Instead of my dad, my friend... I'll call him Jim... was sitting on the couch on his knees facing me. He was resting his head on his left hand, and his elbow was resting on the back of the couch. I didn't of this as odd because it could happen in real life, but I stood up and did an RC by plugging my nose. Breathed perfectly. I then thought, "I am dreaming." I started to walk to my room, but I couldn't walk straight, and I also struggled to make my legs stand all the way up. They were wobbly. Jim was laughing pretty hard. "Isn't it hard to walk?" He asked while still losing it. All I could really say was a half-assed "yeah..." As I approached my room, I saw the scene start to fade. I thought, "no! Not yet!" And went to my roommate's (I'll call him Joe here) closed door in an attempt to avoid waking up because I felt, the closer to my bed I get, the more I wake up. I knew that, since I was dreaming, I would be able pass through it. Sure enough, I staggered straight through it. I briefly looked for Joe, but I couldn't find him and didn't see him on his bed. I remembered an RC I did awhile back. I tried to pull my legs up, cross them, and levitate in midair. I was able to do it no probs. I was I getting excited at this point and thought that I should take advantage of it. Remembering I could pass through solid objects, I launched myself through Joe's window and began to fly. It was absolutely exhilarating. In reality, there's a parking lot/street there (like you'd see in an apartment complex). I did still see a parking lot, but instead of being at the apartment complex, I was at an elementary school I went to. I could see trees and how fast I was going. I went up higher than I thought I'd be able to go. I must have been at least a mile above the clouds. I was making my way back down when I saw two white dots appear. The scene started to fade to black, and I lost track of where I was. I knew I was waking up. For a short time after waking up, I closed my eyes again. I was on my couch in the same spot again. Joe was standing in front of me, an old friend (I'll call him Chris) was standing beside him, and Jim was sitting on his knees beside me as he was before. I wanted to explain to them how crazy the experience was. I woke up again shortly after that.

Morning of March 1, 2014. Saturday.



I am at a wedding (unknown) eventually as part of a band. I am the lead singer and play an acoustic guitar. Three others play. Behind and to my left is someone on a small basic drum kit. Behind and to my right is a bass player. Farther back is someone set up with keyboards including sample players for such as horns if needed. (My dream’s section had repeated with the first song having been done solo by me the first time with no other band members - additional band members appearing is symbolic of going “deeper” into my dream state just as water becoming more and more shallow represents slowly waking from my dream state.) The first song is “Speak to the Sky” with an added four measure intro as well as an additional melodic solo instrumental in the middle and a couple extra verse and chorus events. The next song is “Ob-La-Di Ob-La-Da”. The third is by request. A man comes up and asks if we do requests and I say yes. The song is “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes”. It becomes very eventful and almost operatic by the end. There are some nice melodic variations in each song that were not in the original. This is done by shifting the melodic lines up or down, with variations on the chord elements. For example only, C-E-G to E-G-(higher)C (in C Major) or D-D-F to F-F-A (in D minor), using downward variations as well.

Later (or rather right after or even apparently “during” my dream concert), I and my family are together at our home on Barolin Street, though the ages would be wrong for that time (our children are as they are now in reality rather than much younger when we lived there). I am sitting on the couch saying how I had been clearly hearing music (referring to my own dream within my dream). The lyrics were all very clear and correct and I know it is possible to go on for a long time with correct wording in a dream as long as it is somehow related to rhythm or musical memory. I have read stories, even entire novels, in dreams but they do not have the same clarity or stronger dynamics. (Reading an entire novel, though, usually ends with me waking up feeling very stressed and annoyed regardless of the novel itself.)

Soon, there is trouble on the porch. My wife seems to be struggling with someone through the window directly to the right of the doorway. I get one of two large, long metal bars (as I have in real life, but slightly shorter) and run it through the area, knocking the person in the forehead. It is a young white male in a black duster and somewhat formal clothes including a white shirt and dark slacks. There is also a white female and a black female who are part of the “gang” - they appear to be fairly wealthy (unless it is a facade) rather than just meandering or typically desperate “street people”. It is possible that these people represent facets of the virus I presently have (my wife does not have it “yet” and may not get it - but the last several times my family got a virus of some kind, I did not). The “gang” eventually goes away from the area. I notice there is no higher fence across the front of the yard as there was in reality. I ask someone (no one in particular) to “get me my gun” but prefer using the bar for some reason.

Later, I go out with the metal bar and hold it up like a sword or baseball bat. The male now has a rifle but does not use it. I see them at a distance about three houses away. Eventually, they come to the house again. I had been in the kitchen at that later point and when I look out to the porch, my youngest son (who seems to have a lighter variation of the virus in real life) is seemingly being held back from leaving the door area by a hand through the window.

Finally, I decide that enough is enough. I knock all of the “gang members” on the head and somehow put the bar through their body (chest area) even though it is flat and cylindrical (with no sharp point anywhere). That does not seem to be enough, so I “knock them into oblivion” until there is almost nothing left. Two grotesque-looking young males (extra ridges and furrows in their faces - but they otherwise remind me of an actor whose name I do not recall) with platinum blonde hair also approach but I easily knock them to bits as well. Violence. Bah. This cold, while getting better, is annoying. Later, there is a reset and I go back to the concert from the beginning. Good.

I had dreamed of Pacific High School, again:

- I was inside history class, having trouble with my shyness.
- I noticed a sad, depressing feeling while inside the classroom.
- I was looking over my shoulder, making sure there were no threats.
- I rode a bike all the way towards the quad.
- While riding the bike, I saw a lion, it didn't even try to chase me while I was on the bike.
- As soon as I got off the bike, one of them attacked my bicycle, so I rode off quick.
- Pacific High School now turned in to a jungle, I was looking out for predators.
- I rode a bike on to a ledge of a steep hill and fell in to a square hole.
- I tried my to sneak inside the mud to prevent from being seen by the predators.
- I then disconnected from the game before any of them found me.

1. I’m at ‘home’, and Rane comes up to me and asks me if I need anything from the store. I think about how I need pure pumpkin and mini chocolate chips. I try to find something to write it down on. There are brown strips and white squares of paper, but they’re all written on already. I go to the bottom of the brown stack and find a folded one with nothing on it.

My handwriting is near child-like, with all-capitals. After I underline it, I see that instead of writing my name, I wrote “TAKEN”.

A young guy comes in to hear what I need. I think he’s too young to go on his own and to pay for it, so I take out my card, but he shows me that he already has one. He was a bit heavyset with short, blond/brown hair.

-Gap-

We’re walking through the store. As I look through my wallet for my card, I realize…it’s not there. I quickly grab my buggy and start speedwalking away. The guy calls out to me but I ignore him.

I wade through a bunch of people with kids and carts loaded with Christmas items – trees and presents, as apparently there’s a contest going on. Some of them are complaining about me but I just focus on getting out of the store.

I’m standing at the bottom looking up the steps. There’s an older man sitting there, and he starts telling me about how people don’t make their salads with lemon right anymore. Instead of replying verbally, I start typing up my response on a typewriter-like keyboard, but a regular screen. It’s something about how it all boils down to laziness. I notice two typos but struggle to fix them.

Suddenly, a woman standing on the left gives me a knowing look and says ‘you’re blind, aren’t you?’. I stare at her blankly for a moment, but then go along with it. She takes the ‘computer’ from me and points out my typos. As she works on it, I try to read it from where I am, and she says ‘you’re looking the wrong way’. Perhaps she assumes I’m trying to look in the direction of the man, who's talking. I look a bit to the right of her into the bright yellow sun, as seen coming out of trees and such.

-Gap-

I’m walking away from the store. I get a certain distance away before I stop in place, as if I had a thought, or waiting for something.

A man calls out to me that I forgot my purse. I look over my shoulder and see my old black purse sitting on the ground.

I’m looking for a vehicle to leave, but remember that I didn’t have one, I could leave by….I don’t remember.

Inspiration: I forgot my card a few weeks ago when we headed out to the store. Lemon is a trigger in a memory palace, as is Christmas trees and presents. I'd been thinking about pure pumpkin and mini chocolate chips for a few days because I needed them. I recently switched from a black purse I used for a long time to a new brown one.

2. Lying on a bed side by side with another girl. She gets something on her hand and points it out. We get up and see that there’s a light blood stain on the sheets under where I was lying. I deny that it’s from me, because I don’t have blood on me anywhere.

I’m wearing a dress with a built-in bra, but am still wearing one underneath it, and don’t take it off to sleep.

Inspiration: I'm thinking the 'Triad' dream sparked off a whole set of F/F dreams. XD

3. A shower is halfway full of water as I go to step in, and I see that there’s a floating pair of men’s underwear. As I carefully pick it up, I see that it’s stained. Wrinkling my nose, I put it on the side of the tub out of the way.

4. I remember a fragment where I was in a building and people were talking past. I waded into them to get to the wall, and carefully went around a wood section when the way was clear. I believe a guy came to help me.

The guy is crushing on me, it’s almost stalker level. He asks me to listen to a music CD he made.

-Gap-

I get into his bag and find the disc labeled 3&4 with notes under each section. I confess to him that I did it and that I loved the songs.

5. I’m sitting on my grandma’s porch talking to a man who’s sitting in a chair across from me. I say something about 'something being in my memory palace'.

“Whose memory palace?” The man replies, and as I go to answer “mine”, he points next to me. I look over to see Sherlock Holmes (BBC) sitting there.

Inspiration: Recently did an interview about my mind palace and mentioned Sherlock.

6. A diamond in my ring is missing, someone says they can fix it? I know there was more to this but my trigger probably wasn’t enough.

Notes:

I am really excited to try adding/accessing my memory palace while within a dream. Imagine how much easier it’d be to just add things from within a dream here and there, than to have to lay there and remember the dreams all at once. Only thing is with that I might not be able to note the time, unless I still wake up – I could add the time then.

Or what if I put stuff in my memory palace to access for when I’m in dreams? Like TotM, things to try, a storyline, character, etc that I want to incubate...

1. A woman is walking through a trail with another one. She suggests the other woman show her breasts, but she replies that she got away with it last year at Christmas, but there are too many people there now (for Halloween). The woman looks around and sees various groups walking around.

A man, their lover, watches nearby from a tree, thinking they look good together.

Inspiration: Listening to ‘Triad’?

2. Walking through a building.

In a room full of beds and stuff, it’s a place for people to hang out and rest. I’m lying down, and a couple on the bed to the right of me are bouncing around being a bit noisy. I know there’s no rule against it, but I know the people in the room are trying to sleep.

Notes: I love the ‘walking through a building dream’. I don’t know where I take the layouts from but it’s fun exploring.

23:

Standing in a building looking out a window. A man is running around out front making a lot of noise. I realize he’s trying to draw zombies to the building. But then a squad of police-type guys dressed in white suits come and take the zombies down.

Inspiration: Thinking about The Walking Dead coming on the next day.

25:

1. I’m helping my grandma (dad’s mom, deceased). There are people around us. I get her some food. She asks for something and I hold up a thin bottle of pills. I bring them to her but she says that not the kind she was wanting. I look at the label and see that it says to take one when you’re feeling down and it’ll make you content.

I say that I can understand not wanting to take it, I barely like taking ibuprofen when I have a headache. She says that she’ll take those over ones that just dumb the feeling down rather than treat it.

Inspiration: Sister getting the wrong thing in the mail, my own feelings towards certain medications.

2. The visuals in this are kind of nonexistent but here’s what I think happened: ‘Me’ riding in the arms of a robot as we escape. We ‘drive’ backwards on some kinda of road for a long time, and he has to keep telling me which way to distribute my weight. We felt very close, very important to each other.

Next thing, I’m waking up and asking where he is. Someone tells me that he’s in the freezer, recovering because he was fatigued.

Note: Possibly inspired by my watching/thinking about Almost Human.

3. Mom putting some grape kool-aid flavoring into some water, and me thinking, ‘oh, she bought some?’ and feeling down that I didn’t get any, had no money to.

Inspiration: From talking to mom about wanting more and what flavors we’d get.

21:

All I remember is a yellow school bus, and that the other two dream things were yellow. Oh, one was soup, inspired by me wanting chicken and noodles and putting it in my palace.

Inspiration: Probably adding yellow things to Lucas' House for a visualization exercise. XD That is so cool, must do some experimenting with that if it keeps happening. It could be effective incubation. Maybe I could make one house in Sandgem Town specifically for incubation.

22:

In the school yard. I hear a man yell for his kids. The mother was neglecting them. I flew up to them, there were three. (Two little boys and a girl?) I swooped them into my arms and flew away with them.

I feel like there was something else, but I don’t remember it.

1. Mom helping my clip some of my nails, which have chipped off in places, including beyond the quick.

Inspiration: Worrying about my jagged toenail?

2. There’s an ad on Tumblr for a ‘discount’ on Memories.

3. A dark-haired, muscled young man is being held and tortured in a dark, cell-type area. He apparently lost his female love to the torturers, and they killed their baby and pinned it to a wall.

Then, a young man and woman come to him, opening their arms to him and drawing him to them, his saviors. The female had shoulder length brown/blond hair or maybe longer, male had shorter hair.

4. In a storage-type building, a group of friends are giving away units full of gifts in an exchange. They’re all standing in the entrance to them in a circle.

Two girls are sitting up in a loft-type area above the units. One of them is showing the other a card of a drawn woman. One of them says how they like the style it’s drawn in.

Inspiration: I told mom earlier that evening that I liked the style a card she showed me was drawn in.

Long story short: Computer broke, couldn't fix it, using crappy laptop now. :[ The dreams from 2-18 on are ones I've stored in my Pokemon Platinum memory palace.

1. Me? and a fairy. Or I was the fairy? Wandering around a house. Outside the house looking in a window, the fairy is inside. I bust the window to get her out.

Inspiration: Fairy is one of my Persons in PAO (#84).

2. A really big tennis ball falling over a cliff and onto an old shack, down into a ravine.

Inspiration: Used a tennis ball as a trigger in my bedroom memory palace for 'the park'.

3. Mom and Smoke paralyzed.

I am a vampire. I go around at night drinking people's blood and converting them into vampires.

Some story involving a big black gorilla. At the end of the story, the gorilla arrives at some nature preservation and becomes overweight from eating too much and lack of exercise.

Family beach resort. The beach is a rich reddish brown color and I think persistent dream characters may have been involved. I may have also been mildly lucid for part of the time.

Maintaining this for lucid dream.

The building is rigged to blow in seventy seconds
yet only after ten minutes pass is it ready to blow. the time passes, a click sound, but no explosion. I book it before the terrorists fix the c3 small lucidity where I don't think straight but fade in and out to get to an earlier dream where I was at a mountain. Wakeboard with a car for totm

Floating in space on the moon that has a second layer moon and its pretty I look up in the sky and watch the HI