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this is my first entry
Apr 18, I can't remember anything from last night. I tried some kind of Mantra and RC, I fell asleep quickly, when I woke up I immediately asked myself "What did I dream?", but there was no memory
I didn't expect much, as this is my first try after 2 and a half years.

now I will write down previous memories that might be important (2011)
Noteworthy recurring details:
big rooms and halls
locations I know with a little change (eg: there's a river instead of a street, clover instead of grass, etc)
open terrain (streets, fields, nature, outside), rarely rooms (if so, normally big rooms)
perspective: It's like I don't have a body, only flying eyes. Pretty passive, normally only observing things. The only dreams in which I had a body were pretty intense/vivid (almost lucid), I normally don't smell/feel/taste, only in intense dreams

I just read my old DJ from 2011 and 2012 and noticed I dreamed less often than I thought.
My quantity record on a day was 4 dreams. My quantity record in a week was about somewhere between 5 and 10 dreams, even though I never dreamed more than 4 days a week and never more than 3 days in a row
it took me pretty long to get a better recall, which is a bit demotivating, but I might learn quicker this time, because I was already able to remember my dreams fairly good (for my standards, I guess I was never good)

What I found interesting about this dream was that, despite being a non-lucid, some of the DCs had a strange attitude towards me.

I was to meet at 10 am with a group of people for an excursion (which we were really going to do in real life the day after I had this dream). I was the first to arrive at the meeting point, but I had to go back home to get a couple of things. Once some of the people started arriving, I excused myself and went back to my house.

I was almost there when I found a girl who went to my school when we were little. She is a year or two younger than me and has a twin sister, but I have never really been friends with either of them. She stopped beside me and asked me what my name was, because she had seen me before but didn't remember. Without hesitating, I told her my first and last name. Then, she said something like "she's the dreamer! My sister won't believe me when I tell her". This should have triggered lucidity, but I don't remember having become lucid. I was just taken aback and went on doing my thing.

I went into my house, got a bottle of water for the excursion and came back out. Then I remembered I needed sleeping pills, which I actually only take when I am very nervous and can't sleep, and so I headed to the Chemist's. While I was in the waiting line, two women were having a heated argument about politics, but I wasn't paying attention. When I got to the chemist and asked him for the pills, I was surprised at his question: "do you dream much?". I answered: "of course I do, I easily remember three to four dreams a night". The people in the waiting line looked at me in desbelief and started whispering at each other. Again, this didn't trigger lucidity. Then, the chemist gave me a small "notebook" (it wasn't really a notebook, but I can't come up with any better name) and on the cover you could read "Dream Journal". He said I could enter a dream recall contest. I started laughing because I thought I could only fit one or at most two days worth of dreams in that tiny notebook and that it was pointless. I went out of the Chemist's still laughing.

The dream went on for a while, but there weren't any more strange behaviours from DCs. I thought it was interesting because I had never seen any DC behave like this. Somehow it reminded me of the way some of them behave in the movie Inception.

Morning of April 18, 2014. Friday.



This was an extremely long and complex dream with a lot of impersonal “distorted” scenes in that they are hard to describe, but I hope to summarize the main parts and aspects.

The main scenes seem to involve a tribal gathering in a large field. It is mostly like a yearly pow-wow, I think, but also with a smaller public presence (mostly as a partly interactive audience). Before any people arrive however, I am hovering around in an upright (standing) position. I do this with some sort of mental focus and allow myself to rise a few feet from the ground. I also do a bit of chanting and singing related to nothing in particular. I move faster at times, and when I move faster above the ground, I slant slightly forward on the diagonal, up to about forty-five degrees but no more than that.

As more people arrive, including several chubby Caucasian women in strange pastel dresses and a few business men (and seemingly at least one athlete), it almost seems like a (American) football field - the grass is very short. The area is unfamiliar for the most part. The tribal groups are from different parts of the country. I am not that desiring of drawing attention to myself as the “main attraction” so to speak, but I still continue to fly about in a standing position, eventually moving my forearms and wrists in inverse rhythms with each other to “imitate” some sort of bird-wing presence (which, as birds do not have forearms and wrists to move in this particular way, is only indicative of an attempt to be ritually bird-like, it seems). As I do this, I do seem to be a part of the festivities. One male is critical (not in a negative sense) of my movements in that he asks me if I am only using the energy in my arms or in my whole body and bones. I am not quite sure how to respond.

At one point, a male native of about forty comes up to my left side as I am hovering and doing my bird-wing ritual movements. I am at about the level from the ground where my hand is about neck-level regarding his position when my arm is nearly down to my side. He then begins to measure my fingers as well as study the fluidity of my hand’s movements as if I am in some sort of testing or judgement situation. (He only does this with my left hand, and remains on that side.) He continues to study my hand and its motions very carefully and even pulls a longer thinner hair from my skin and seems very preoccupied with the “perfection” of my presence and movements. For some reason, this makes me very clear on the length of each finger regarding my own perception of my body. I still do not become fully lucid, though.

Later, I am sitting on the ground and notice someone who seems to be a composite of two girls I have not seen in over twenty years. One was an alcoholic that had gone through a few programs (and who I worked with at Eco 3) and the other had bad burn scars all over her body (and who was in some of my college classes). However, facially, she looks the most like Jeanne C (the former mentioned above). I ask her how she is but she mostly only makes odd gurgling sounds but does say my first name. Over time, I notice a lot of physical distortions, like strange folds of skin on her neck, almost like pockets. Her head seems to sink down into her body almost like a turtle.

Over time, others are also doing a similar ritual of “flying” and supposed bird-mimicking, but only on the ground. I am the only one that can fly.

After this, I seem to go north into an urban area where some men (about three or four) are looking at a large map rolled out on the ground outside a residential building and by which they may be able to find a lost valuable treasure or important artifact. Strangely, there is a scene where the older hippie-like male (who had the map in his apartment for a long time) is soon watching a small movie of himself finding the item when he was younger - which plays out on the surface of the map in the area where he supposedly found it like a sort of paper-thin miniature video display. “That’s it,” he says. He plans on going to the location to finally get the item or items. Apparently, this was the first time the video display hidden in the map was somehow activated. This seems strange in afterthought, as the map was supposedly from the 1800s and would not have such integrated technology - unless it was actually some sort of shared vision caused by staring at the map.

Soon, he sends one of the other men and apparently his best friend to a nearby bar and grill to “distract” the people on the outdoor bar stools for some reason by getting drunk and disorderly so that no one will see the other man leave to get the treasure. This seems to be because it is fully open to the outside right in view of where they had been looking at the large map. The other male orders some sort of special weird concoction of lumpy red powder that needs to be sucked through a small cylinder (both ends open), which is about finger-sized in length and diameter. The bar waitress makes a rude comment about his ability to consume this item properly and helps him by holding the cylinder horizontally as he sucks the lumpy red powder into his mouth. Not much happens after this. The unknown male has about four cylinders full and is almost ready to fall over and draw attention away from the other man planning to go and get the treasure or important artifact.

I found a baby and decided what to do. I met my friend and told her and showed the baby. Then said – it can’t be true. It’s a dream. Count fingers – a lot. It was the most charming baby in the world and I wanted to be with her but I decided to grow a plant with mellow elephants (like in CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS 2. I looked at the ground and the plant became growing. It has long sharp leaves and at last appeared a box or a flower. The box was opening and several watermelon - elephants jumped on my palm. They were the size of a nut or so. They were alive and moved. So funny with the trunks!!! I wanted more and another green elephants jumped from the box and I awoke.

23:34 pre-bedtime

03:46

+ shocked awake after plugged something in and there was a huge electrical POP like the power in the apartment shorted out and all the lights go out.

08:55

+ playing a board game(?) with young people, they're setting it up so that I lose, a fantasy game of some sort

+ looking out over a huge deep valley spreading out before me I'm standing in a high place, I think this would be a great place to fly, but I don't because I think I wouldn't have enough energy to fly back up

+ being in an outdoor/nature area (like a camp), there are people and a counselor, counselor is saying we'll go on a trip/hike, I'm concerned about getting out of the camp area since we have a car he says it could be hours and hours of traffic because there's only one road out of this area, I'm trying to figure out exactly when I need to leave so I can get out at the right time.

+ I have some new property, there's an area in the corner where people come inside and shoot off guns. I go to that area and look for bullets on the ground, and see two holes shaped like baseball bats with something brass colored and shiny at the bottom, I think they're bullets. I imagine I'll come out to this area with a shotgun if anybody tresspasses and I'll noisily cock the shotgun to scare the trespassers away.

+ in a gas station with (parents?) there's a shelf of cleaning supplies, I'm going off on the road, and the parents will continue on their own? I look up into the hills and see a wooded mountain and a road winding its way along and think this is the road I need to go on.

Pretty crappy recall night. Late to-bed probably the reason. Also did Nailler's pre-bed PM routine again. Coincedence?

00:00 Friday 2014-04-18

01:15 bedtime. Wow terrible super late

+ I'm buying a bunch of little cheap things (stamps? coins?) and my dad says the bank called him to verify these transactions

+ I create an eye splice in a piece of rope (?) and my wife re-does it?

+ I'm playing with a suction cup wheel (more of a cylinder, very wide) trying to get it to walk down a glass wall, it doesn't stick at first then it starts working

08:20 get up