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#302 - DEILD - 5:55AM

I intend to have a natural WBTB but I wake a bit late around 5AM. The dream I was having was about my company's wifi was recording everyone's Google searches. I found out the IT dept was actually going through all the records and I become worried that I should have been more careful what I research. I was certain that I always make sure I stay logged out of Google for this very reason as I wake.

It's too late for an actual WBTB so I use the restroom and do mantra's while focusing on my body, hoping for the best outcome.

I find myself sitting in some sort of outdoor amphitheater with my wife and her sister. We seem to be watching a movie on a big screen that looks like some lame chick flick. I become bored and remember there is a bar in the back. I wonder if they serve Absinthe. I remember I had been researching it (True) and really want to try a shot. I tell my wife I'll be right back.

The scene skips to an indoor and dimly lit bar with lots of neon lights. I walk to the bartender and see some random bottles that might be Absinthe but I can't read it. Then I clearly see a bottle marked, "LUCID". It's a real brand of Absinthe so I don't think too much other than, "Yes. They have it." Although, I am a bit bummed that it is this brand since I had read so much negative remarks about it online.



I ask the bartender to pour me a shot. There was some conversation that I can't recall. Then, a young, good looking black man comes from the back that I take to be the owner. He has a white tall-boy can in one hand and says something like, "If you just want to a taste then try this." I explain to him that from what I read, American Absinthe doesn't contain any Thujone. It's like a coffee drinker trying to enjoy decafe. (BTW I have no idea if this is actually the case, but I have read that as well as other conflicting articles.) I was hoping for some imported stuff, but I decide to take a sip. I force myself to get past the fact that I am drinking after a complete stranger. Worse still it seems to be the off of it. Gross. The liquid is ice cold and tastes exactly like mugwort tea with a hint of wormwood. I lie to the man and tell him, "It's good", as I walk away. I stop after a few steps and already feel pleasantly intoxicated. I see some mild hallucinations and then all my senses, especially my vision, becomes super sharp and Hi-Def. I marvel at this for a second and then remember that I need to get back to my wife.

I am in the amphitheater again but everyone has left. My pocket buzzes and I read a text from my wife. "WE ARE IN THE HIGH TOWER" I'm not sure what that means but I remember there's a round ziggurat in the parking lot. I rush over there as fast as I can. I just get a glimpse of something that resembles a small Tower Of Babel when I either half wake or have a false awakening.



I am self aware but not really trying to LD at this point. I recall the dream I just had and realize the word "Lucid" and the thoughts of Thujone should have made me think of LD and RC.

I get a vivid flash of some dream scene, become excited, then renter darkness. I realize that I am basically dreaming now and the vibrations start. I wait a moment strengthening the vibes and telling myself to stay aware. I feel my heart pounding and force myself to calm down. After a moment I exit.

I am standing in the kitchen/dinning room of the old house in Luling. I move down the hallway to the front door but my vision blacks out again. I recall the living room in my mind and the lights come back on. I look around with eyes wide open to see better. I decide to stay inside but I can't seem to recall any goals. I head back to the kitchen and notice a large red toned mural on the wall in the hallway. I don't focus on it (I wish I had) but feel the edge of it. I wasn't sure if it was canvas or actually painted on the wall.

I move to the kitchen and recall all the crazy "demon" stories about this old church parsonage. It always frightened the hell out of me ask a kid so I decide to call them out. When I try to speak my voice is caught in my throat and I assume I was trying to talk in my sleep. I pause, make a humming noise, then in a loud and commanding voice, "IF THERE EVER WERE ANY DEMONS HERE. THEN COME FORTH AND SHOW YOURSELF." Once I had spoken the words I feel mildly afraid, yet confident. Still, I think I should find a weapon. I turn and pull an extra large butcher knife from a wooden knife block on the counter. I think this isn't big enough and it becomes a Samurai sword with a handle matching Michonne's sword in TWD. I look around disappointed that there are no demons to attack. Not even zombies. I hack and swing in the air imagining invisible foe's but none materialize. It's at this point that I wake up minutes before the alarm clock.

I recall fragments of this dream. I remember running in a very side-scroller, or platformer type fashion [EA] . I was leaping over some black bags left out in a perfectly uniform arrangement outside on some pavement [OF], this pavement happened to be near Whitefriars, and the Westhill (Danny's street) [SP]. The perspective was odd, while it was apparent I was in first person, the view would alter and shift into a 2D and Third Person view [P].

I remember seeing someone after that in the middle of a street, it was foggy and grey, but I think I was near the park adjacent to the Odean Cinema [SP]. I saw Sean [CP] overhead I seemed to be jumping over him, or he was infront of me on the street, I'm not entirely sure. I've written that he was playful at first, I think he reacted to me flying, or being behind him, I can't recall him being aggressive, perhaps he just gave me an evil look [CA], that seems correct. I think I was also being chased by somebody or at least I had the imminent anxiety of being caught [E].

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I appeared to be in my back garden[SP], this was somewhat unusual given this was a garden from my old house (37 Whitefriars Road)[ST], the garden was strange, there was no house present -- a little shack perhaps, the grass overgrown in the distance and fields vastly stretched out[SF].

In front of me stood a large apparatus, it seemed as though I was viewing it from a green coated deck-chair, it was hard to identify, it's shape matched that of a TV but it had features of a Sound-station, it towered over me - a giant rectangular obelisk[OF]. It was apparent that it was in poor condition the fabric - torn, dislodged and ripped. On the left side, the fabric had a patchwork hole, above it the silk had been unwoven causing a mesh screen to waver in and out like a curtain. In the center of the object, a CRT screen or mid-sized woofer reverberated [OF]. After that things were fuzzy, my thoughts were to fix or clean this object from it's poor condition, I had assumed purchasing it second-hand, in this regard it was likely a refurbish attempt. This was notable because early that day in real-life I had done something similar to a dirtied sink basin, restoring it to a clean condition. [S]

The next segment of the dream was extremely hazy, I think I was trying to clean the object, but it also involved cleaning the floor around the object for whatever reason[EA]. I was doing this by going over to a brick covered square block, the interior of which was filled with water, this block seemed to tucked away in a cavern by a lake. The dream objects continued switching in and out[OF], I remember there being a cave near this pebbled alcove, it was sealed by slotted rectangular bolder, for some reason the front of these broke off, or I hit it -- I can't remember. One of the layers shattered, crumbling in a distinctly odd fashion[OA]. I could see the other layered boulders in the cave, this was all strange obviously because this wasn't normal, more like a physics destruction system from a dated video game[OF] (Geo-mod -- Red Faction); This is probably how I justified it at the time as well. This section of the dream went on for a while, I remember being very panicky at this point. I was filling or transferring the water from this brick pit, over to the speaker but it was spilling everywhere[EA], I had the distinct idea of making a mess in two locations despite the brick pit initially being a well of sorts, the bricks were oddly arranged I was picking them up and a cement like-paste was wrapping them. The water was beginning to pool over the brick pit, sticking to the messy paste. Everything was incredibly messy, all I could think about was mess, mess - mess. I was panicking and extremely anxious. [E] [S]

After that there was a transition, the speaker appeared to have gone, and I was just in the garden normally. I could see what looked like black laborers in the distant hilly field above the shacked house[ST]. There was something odd about their appearance, my mind told me these were slavers, working on a plantation [ST][SF]. I saw my dad in the window of the shack [CP], he called over to me, something about eating food, or having food or perhaps just my food was ready. Something about tea as well, which suggested that he probably wanted one, I felt incredibly annoyed at this conversation for some reason [E]. I also saw Zakia outside [CP]. [S]

Then something more bizarre happened, I'd teleported slightly further back in the field, to a diagonal position overlooking a field Northeast. Above a plane soared, but it was all so odd, the plane was flying far too low [OA], there was nothing else in the sky, and the landscape was far too simply contoured and outlined, just solid color no fidelity [SF]. A Frisbee was thrown at this point, it seemed to emanate from my body [OA], I don't recall physically throwing it, but it instantaneously hit the plane, it hadn't even flown in the correct trajectory to hit the plane, nor had it flown high enough to do so. All that happened though was the plane exploded, not in a fireball but seemingly it just snapped and smoke expelled from the fuselage [OF] (at this point I felt shameful, stupid, clumsy, guilty, inept [E]), but rather than crash-land it seemed to almost frame skip, then crash-land, entirely non-audible as well [OA], and before I'd known it there were already policeman and others cordoning off the scene, all within the span of a second. [P] [S]

I was somewhat lucid at this point, I'd flown over to the plane wreckage, which now was on a road, in the middle of a street. The chief of police funnily enough resembled David Cameron [CP], he gawked up at me and I flew overhead, I felt somewhat rebellious, a cocksure lawbreaker [ER]. The chief was incredibly angry, flew up and begun to fly with me down the street [CA]. He chased after me and the scene seemed to squash into a small ventilation perspective of the street [P], with the Chief flying in a superman posture directly towards me. The scenery was all grey-scale and outlined now, and I was dodging billboards. I remember being pommeled by the Chief, he was much stronger, beating me into a pulp. I managed quickly to squeeze into a nearby doorway as he fluttered around outside, it took an incredibly amount of force to squeeze in (similar to that of pulling oneself out of a dream). I managed to pull myself inside looking out through a blackened corridor, a small black screen on what was a rainy grey street under a blurry visage. [P] [S]

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uh man it's like 9:42 PM let's see
I wrote some out earlier but then had to restart google chrome gggg but I can still remember some...

Dream - Can't Get Out
So in this one let's seee first of all my bro and I were chilling in this big old movie theater complex, and we befriended this one kid in a wheelchair and borrowed something from him, like maybe a handheld game thing. And then later we realized we needed to give it back to him, but by that time he was chilling by the concession stand next to the stairs, and we were on the second floor directly overhead (also next to the stairs), and for WHATEVER reason we decided to try to lower it through a hole in the floor to him, rather than just going down the stairs. Think there was also an elevator by them stairs. But nah. Too convenient I guess. Too easy.

So we tried to lower it to him using a jumprope but I'm pretty sure that didn't work. Like, maybe there wasn't even a hole in the floor to begin with. Crazy stuff.

Next bit was me alone in the theater complex still, in some back area that was super well decorated. Looked like the living space for some rich retired guy; open spaces, fireplace with a mantel, gold stuff and nice furniture all around, and like, random stuff displayed on stands like it was a museum or art exhibit or somethin'.

I think I was looking for something. The mood was sort of heading towards horror-ish, though I'm not sure how. And then the rich retired guy walked in behind me. He was pretty friendly, really. Quite welcoming. I guess we were sort of buddies or on the same side or whatever.

So then I hopped in an elevator and started heading down to the basement, but had a brief moment of lucidity when I realized that this was a dream and that I really did NOT want to go down to the basement. There was going to be something terrible down there. That's how basements are, in horror games, and this dream had at some point become a nightmare. By now I was huddled in the corner of the elevator, facing the door, fighting my fear.

I started trying to figure out how to wake up. I tried to feel my IWL body, asleep in my bed, but there was absolutely no sign of it. I couldn't perceive it even slightly. It really was just me in the dream, as far as my mind was concerned. I think I abandoned the attempt to feel my body and instead tried to just "wake up", but that didn't work either and soon the lucidity died.

The elevator reached the basement and the doors opened to reveal darkness, and a menacing basement sort of atmosphere; but where I was expecting some monster to appear, the confident retired man walked up, in a white suit that defied the darkness around him. He stepped into the elevator, and we headed back upstairs.

I don't remember what happened next. I think we ended up back in the main part of the theater, and I might have woken up soon after.

Fragment: Me walking along, hugging myself, then realizing that the people around me can see my body language.

The first part of my dream took place in an obstacle course in a gym. The gym was like the cafeteria in the old abandoned nicoma park school, about the same size and with the windows in the same place. However, where the cafeteria meets the hallway, there was just a door leading to the outside. The carpet was a mix of dark forest green and dark red. There were balancing beams and hurdles, and some other things. At the end of the area where the kitchens should be, there were two doorways, through which there were more obstacles. The area in there was open, and reminded me of a WWII exhibit, with tables and coolers of water. I seemed to be looking for someone, a girl. She was athletic with long straight thick smooth brown hair. I seemed to want to find her to carry out our wedding. The girl I was looking for was a few years older than me. The gym was full of people, all minors, doing the obstacle course, as I was. I seem to remember specifically a short, thin dark skinned kid with curly brown hair, a green short and brownish-tan shorts. I asked around to kind this girl. The time was around afternoon, and the obstacle course was a prearranged mandatory event. I don't remember seeing any adults, but I know they were there. I think most of them were through the doorways. I didn't find the girl.

In the second part of my dream, I was still at the obstacle course. It was the next day and it was early morning. Everything was the same, except there were no people but me and the girl I was looking for. We were doing the obstacle course, talking about something, I think it was about our future. I remember meeting he parents. It was all very surreal, of course, and I seemed to be meeting them to confirm our marriage. They were dressed as if they were the two from that painting, with the man holding the pitchfork next to his wife. I remember thinking about, and talking about, the wedding ceremony. However, I do not think there was a wedding ceremony, but I do remember us being husband and wife in the obstacle course (perhaps she was already me wife?) That is the end of my dream, and this is about the third time this year I have had a wife in my dreams.

04/02/14 I was doing a series of DEILDs using a snooze alarm. I had already completed 5 o6 short ones (9 minute snooze) when i appeared in a cartoon. I was not truely embodied (3rd person). I just watched and it seemed to be very south park like but with much better graphics. The kid named Butters was going to pull some joke or something and was whispering with a bunch of other kids. Then I followed along as Butters snuck across a lawn with a sign that I knew must say "Keep Away" or spme such. Then he was in the house and the front of him was painted grey. It seems the old man can not see well and butters held up a grey sign in front of him. The old guy was sure someone was there, but if he moved Butters would turn to keep the sign between them. I was very pleased as cartoon lucids are the weirdest thing. The old man yelled for his daughter and that is when the snooze went off again.