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May 1, 2014: I am driving as a passenger with the couple from the TV series “Oddities” (Mike Zohn and Evan Michelson) in a small mobile home that has, in its underbelly, a second vehicle like a miniature white van. We are traveling around taking pictures of birds.

Mike Zohn says to me that they never purchase fuel for their vehicle. They simply steal it from executives, sports figures, and TV or movie stars that they know of in the area of the country that they are driving through at the time. I wake.

5/1/14* I remember thinking that I got #140, so waking memory was present in several spots during the night hinting at some good self awareness in spots including waking memory of a recent event in the last few weeks, but for the life of me I can't bring back the whole LD, just the "outline" of it. Usually I have no problem remembering LDs (unless I have forgotten a lot more than I realize) but on a few occasions in the past I have had the feeling that I had an LD during the night and then it would all come flowing back to me, remembering the details. This one must have fell into a false awakening I am thinking because of the recall issue and if I actually woke up from the dream I am sure I would have recalled more. All I know is that I was in a work environment when I noticed something weird and realized that I was dreaming. I remember taking off flying and ending up in a void and flying different directions while trying to imagine a new scene and at some point I was thinking that I got to LD #140. That's all I can remember for now. The other waking memory was of someone who left my company a few weeks ago and in the dream I realized that he no longer worked there but the dreaming mind created the scenario that he was just visiting. I even thought about whether or not I could get in trouble for letting him be in the building but seeing that other authorities saw him as well, I decided that it must be fine. Also interesting to me is that all 3 of the people have "g" sounds in their first names. In another dream(?) in work scenario "S" from office was pointing out why a particular request couldn't go out yet due to (bc) not being completed and that made complete sense in the dream and IWL reality. Other dreams include some self-surgery on the bottom of my toe, impatient with the doctor who had another patient in the room - a naked woman being examined. I removed too much tissue. Another dream I was on a spinning amusement park ride that was indoors and spinning quite fast with lots of "G's." For some reason I had the idea that FryingMan was on the ride as well and I remember joking around that "we're all gonna die!" like something was wrong with the ride and I remember one guy's face looking very concerned and I just laughed. At the end of the ride, the girl behind me was with another guy but she was touching my arm behind the cover of part of the ride in an intentional flirty way. I also saw a college couple having sex and the particulars gave a strong indication that this scene came about due to incubation. 140

Leading a group of people up a stone stairway, there are many roots and branches obstructing the way. I spontaneously realize I am dreaming, and tell the trees to move. They move, and then come right back. I tell them to move out of the way until we pass by - they move creaking and the roots curl back up into the ground, and leave an unobstructed path up the stairs.

At the top, is a rather large porch type structure, with very ornate boards and railings. On one of the railing posts is a plate, on which sits a single waffle. All the DCs in my dream want waffles, and are hungry. It looks like a nice one, and I think about eating it myself! I comically recall Jesus turning one loaf of bread into many, and decide to do the same with this waffle. Blinking, everyone now has a waffle, and is enjoying a nice breakfast. To summon more waffles, I reach into my pocket, and expect to pull out a waffle each time. This works a few times in a row, then I pull out nothing, but act like it was a waffle, and frisbee an air waffle across the deck. As the pretend waffle leaves my hand, it turns into an actual syrup covered waffle, mid-air. I keep pulling them out of my pocket and throwing them at the DCs, amused at how they only appear once they leave my hand and soar through the air.

With all the DCs pacified, I remember some of my lucid goals from earlier. I verbally asked myself / the dream that I recognized as being created by my own mind the following, "How can I have lucid dreams more often? and what is the best way to communicate with my subconscious?" I then saw a girl walking past the bottom of the stairs to the tree fort I was in. "Hello!" I shouted her way, excited to see this manifestation of my own mind. This scared her and she ran around the corner. I ran after her and apologized, "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you, I just have a few questions." as I mentally thought of what I just asked moments ago. In direct answer to how to have more lucid dreams, she told me, "Oxycodon, and Hydrocoma" I don't know what those are, I assumed they were supplements or drugs or something. I wasn't expecting such a technical answer, so I had to repeat them to myself over and over. I just remember how the name sounds, so I spelled it phonetically, I am fairly certain there is another spelling if they exist at all.

I don't want to rely on supplements or drugs, so I clarified my question further, asking her, "How do I have more lucid dreams without taking anything?" She tries to dodge this question by telling me she's cold. My initial reaction is not to turn up the heat to save money, but it's a dream! So I turn the heat up for her. I also use my mind to blast her with comfortable warming energy. She sits on the stairs, looks me directly in the eyes, and says, "When a cancer patient finds the cure, it's not so important that you get it right anymore" I am reminded of the practices of living a lucid life during the day, self awareness and memory. I feel that this is what she is referring to, albeit rather indirectly. I tell her, "I don't want to spend a lot of time doing something that won't work" She looks at me, and non-verbally tells me not to worry about that. She then tries to distract me by asking about a tattoo on my arm. I am still mindful that it is a dream, and that I don't have any tattoos, but since it is a dream, and I could have one in a dream, I look at my arm - still no tattoo.

Laughing at her failed attempts to distract me from knowing it is a dream, I wake up, really having to pee.

I'm looking at an image of a woman wrapped in this dress made of blue cloth; the cloth also wraps up her neck and over some kind of tall headgear in a way that reminds me of a nun, or some medieval headdresses. The only skin visible is her face - or it would be, except that in this image, she has the head of an elephant. I'm aware this is specifically something added to this image, it's not literally her face. It's representing something to do with the shape. I briefly see a second, similar image, using the head of an anteater instead of an elephant, reinforcing the point about shape.

Scene change. That woman, with her own human face now - or at least, a woman in that same dress - standing in an immense room. A man's come to consult her. His skin has cracks running through it in a way that reminds me of magma. He's aware, as he approaches her, that this isn't the woman he's come to consult - she's a stand-in, a decoy, to protect the real one. He can smell the difference between them. He's about to say something about this, but he's distracted by noticing a different scent in the room. There's a dead body of a man lying on the floor a little way away, and now he walks back to that body and bends down to look at a circular metal medallion on the corpse's chest. He can smell two other people who were here earlier. One is his sister. The other, he asks the woman in blue about - a man he describes out loud only as "a writer," and his voice sounds annoyed. In his mind, he's thinking that this writer left for America years ago, and shouldn't be here now.

Then I have the impression that I'm looking at one in a series of scenes showing an alternate past, of what would have happened if that writer hadn't traveled to America back then, but I only actually see one scene - a group of people, mostly adults, celebrating the 8th birthday of that previously mentioned sister, Julie.

(this is graphic, you may picture some of the sexually explict moments if my dream!!) Me and my ex-boyfriend, my first and only were on a beautiful boat... We were on the lowest deck (which was pretty high) and all the sudden I see waves splashing into the deck! I was fascinated until I seen Roys (lets call him Roy) face, it was blank... So I just wanted to touch one of the waves and once I did I told him we need to leave! We were running up flights of stairs until we got to these bathrooms, we started dancing and a kiss led to a make out session... (here it comes) my ex boyfriend pulled his pants down and was Licking and suckling on his.. "Wang" ! I was about to join him when a man opened the door ! We ran out! And then some minutes later, EVERYONE on the boat was scrambling to get to the highest part of the boat, me and Roy were running up crowded stair (I was In front of him!) i felt a small pinch and i see the man who opened the bathroom door pulling Roy away from me down the stairs! :,'(, i didn't know what to do so i kept running and i found my aunt and told her that we have to go look for my ex lover! And she told me that the whole boat was submerged into the water three times!!!!!!! after that I woke up ha!

I'm cleaning the lounge and I find a feather under the sofa.
It's a pink feather and I like it so much, like it was a treasure.
I put it together with my stone collection.
One of the stone seems angry at me, as feather is not a stone, and under its name appears a written, saying I'm wrong.
I think again and in order to do not offend the stones, I decide to treat the feather with drops of amber.
In few minutes the amber dries and I have a beautiful simil-stone with a pink feather inside.
I put again the feather in my stone collection and this time everyone seems to be happy.
I prepare a tea, but when I come back to look at the feather, it is not pink anymore, but blue.
I'm happy as I like more the blue and I put it with the lapislazzuli.
At once I see a stone which does not belong to my collection.
It's like a pink sand stone, but I feel that someone puts it there to bother me.
I pretend to do not look at that stone and the stone starts to move alone.
It's an insect and it comes towards me and goes up my hand and arm.
I'm petrified and I woke up screaming and trying to drive away that thing from me.

This dream was long and weird, it has about 4 distinct "parts" only tangentially related to each other, but all interesting nonetheless.
I was in a hotel-esque area which was actually an apartment complex for my college, I was rooming with my friend who I was incredibly mad at for some reason. I remember yelling at her, telling her how cold she is and how she never listens or cares and only uses me, she doesn't view me as a friend, and as I'm telling this I get so mad I eventually just punch her. She runs away buy I have no remorse, and go down to the recreation room of the apartment. At some point before that, I do remember seeing my sister and yelling at her too over the exact same things, which was weird. Now at the pool table in this games room, I see my friend's mother walk in asking where she is. I say she's probably in our room, but maybe not since our falling out.
The dream sorta switches gears at this point, now it's Animal Crossing and I'm watching someone play, sort of like an LP. I see the person walk into their home for the first time and loom around, surprisingly the house was fully upgraded. Suddenly its as if there was a jump cut, and the house's layout changes completely. Now there's an obvious "hidden" wall and for some reason I'm terrified that a plane with crash thru one of the walls and crush the player. Using the shovel, the character enters the hidden room, which ends up being a narrow, empty hallway with nothing much of value at all in it. Walking back into the main room, there are now roaches and all around the floor. The character steps on them as per usual, but suddenly a scorpion appears. The player attempts to crush this one as well, but it won't die, and it begins stinging the character as he runs over it. The scorpion is eventually killed, but the character has been poisoned, and is leaking green liquid (presumably the poison) and blood before collapsing.
Now I'm Nathan Drake, kinda. I'm being hunted, but I'm myself so far, and only hanging with Drake. we're on a bridge above the ocean being held at gunpoint, and a gondola is next to us, we are told to go into the gondola with the bad guy but as we're getting in we manage to cut the supports causing us to fall halfway up the rope. We both survive and the baddie was in a diff gondola with no way of reaching us, but i had a lot of wind knocked outta me and kinda started drowning. At this point I am Drake, and attempting to kill a man, but he gets the drop on me and points a gun at me, at this point time slows down and a message telling me how to counter appears, as a tutorial type thing. Suddenly I'm teleported away from him, and he holds the rest of the room I was in up (it was like a gift shop place). I kill him.
The finalish part of the dream involves lamps, specifically baby ones. I'm in a hotel place, and in a room are some baby lambs which I had to take care of. they were adorable and jumped around and skipped around everywhere, at first they were scared of me, but I calmed them and they grew to like me. So now they're jumping on me, letting me pet them, and all while they're bahh-ing I can see subtitles translating what they're saying.

5/1/14

Last night, bed 11:15 - 6:20am

DR1

I'm in my highrise apartment. Neighbors TV is loud, but I don't want to close the window, because it's hot inside and nice cool breeze is coming in. I walk out on the balcony, and 3 balconies from 3 directions are kinda facing each other, just few feet away. 3 neghbors are out, and we start talking. How we used to be poor, but now we are not and THEY are telling US to turn that friggin TV down. I repeat what neighbor said in hope he will realize it' shis tv that was loud.

DR2

I'm at my friends apartment. We wan the lottery. I'm telling her, that nnobody knows, they only know we have won 10 000, so she shouldn't be telling them othervise.

I was contemplating a work issue and hoping to get some new ways to deal with it from my dreams. I'm not quite sure I could see the answer from this one.

I can hear the sound of an ice cream truck, so I grab my money and head outside. The truck drives past me at first, and I'm disappointed, but then it comes back. Dad appears and asks me to find out if they have sugar-free ice cream. There's a crowd forming around the truck and I ignore his question for now. I'm shouting my order to make sure I get it. I'll ask if there's anything Dad can eat once the crowd settles down.

I find myself quite a long way from home and I want hand lotion for some reasons. I walk into a warehouse that has several display counters. I locate a counter that has the lotion I want and approach a salesperson, who takes me to a completely different counter. Then I leave the warehouse. I bump into a woman who appears to be Harriet Roberts from the show JAG. She hands me a red bag with the name "Worthington" on it and congratulates me. Inside, I find what looks like a license and test results from the bar exam. Apparently I passed the bar exam. I feel a swell of pride, even though there's a voice in the back of my mind reminding me that I've never taken such an exam. I go around telling people, "I passed!" because I'm so happy.

Alas that is all I remember, just a vague memory that a dream happened. Got to start focusing on dreams again.

Two days ago, I was reading about SSILD and I thought I'd give it a go as soon as I could, and this time was today. This morning I woke up after exactly five hours of sleep, so it was the perfect time. I did a WBTB and read about SSILD during this time. Then, I went back to bed and put the technique into practice until I fell asleep.

In the first dream, I was flying. It was a game, like I was playing in a fake reality, so to speak. In said game I was a heroine and I had to solve whatever issue I came across. So well, I was flying around when I heard an explosion quite far away from where I was. I decided to go towards the explosion, flying over the road, and I could see at least 20 police cars, with their blue lights on. The dream was more detailed than that, but I spent more time writing what comes next.

Then, I opened my eyes and I was in my room. I thought "quite an interesting dream I've just had". I got up to pick something up from my desk (I can't quite recall what) and I noticed I couldn't open my eyes properly. I thought I may still just be half asleep. I made a noise and I heard my sister, we share a room. I couldn't make out what she said. Then, I went to bed again and at that moment I realised "why can't I open my eyes? Could this be a false awakening after the SSILD?". I pinched my nose and, sure enough, I could breathe through it. I didn't do this first RC properly, I must say, I just did it very quickly after the realisation. I got out of bed and thought a couple of times: "clarity now!", to see if my eyes would open. The reason why I just thought of it and not say it out loud is because somehow I feared my sister would hear me and think I'm weird. I mean, I was aware, but I couldn't believe I was in a dream. Anyway. I then ran out of the bedroom and up some stairs, thinking maybe the running would open my eyes. While I was running up the stairs I thought I'd be a good idea to do another proper RC, just to be sure. I looked at my left hand and it had six fingers, and my palm was larger than normal. For some reason this scared me and I let out a scream, but I stopped myself from getting too excited. Then, I did the nose pinch again with the same results, so I was entirely sure I was in a dream.

The stairs led me to the roof of the house. Just as I stepped outside, my eyes opened and I could see the surroundings with detail. The view was the same as the one we get from our real roof. I could see the neighbours' gardens and the church tower. It was cloudy and the sky was a faint yellow. At that point it struck me (I don't really know why) that I could not control the dream. Say, if I wanted to change the sky and clear it of clouds, I wouldn't be able to. But I didn't care. I was too busy admiring the detail of the view. Then, I felt a really strong curiosity to know what the chalk wall would look like close-up. So, I went very near a wall and looked at it closely. I stared at it for some seconds and I was overwhelmed by the vividness of the dream. I had read that some dreams could feel very real, but I didn't know it could look that real. At that point I thought from now on I'll see ADA, RCs and all that in a different way. Finally, I reached out my hand to touch the wall, I wanted to know if it was so real at the touch as well, and at the moment I touched it, I opened my eyes and I was on my bed again. My body felt heavy and somehow I knew I was awake for real, but I pinched my nose again just to make sure. Then I got my phone and started writing.

Morning of May 1, 2014. Thursday.



I have a couple large game sections (possibly incomplete at the time) that feature a three-walled area open on one side where a griffin moves while standing mostly in one place, facing the open side. I believe the feet are connected to some sort of mechanism through a slit in the “floor” of the compartment. Perhaps the goal is to put the two griffins face-to-face with the platforms linked together to “fight” in a sort of game similar to the classic “Rockem Sockem Robots” game. This is not certain, though - but the griffins do seem to have the same two colors (as the robots) dominating but more integrated into their overall multicolored form. It actually seems a bit more complex than that, involving an additional quest or higher goal, perhaps even from an RPG, with the possible griffin fight being only one aspect of it. I mostly have the box and the game parts in an area of the kitchen (Stadcor Street - we seem to be living back in Brisbane).

At any rate, parts of the game mechanism get separated from the rest. This is because a section of the game seems to be outside for a time, taken out by one of our young sons perhaps. The pieces that get separated are like two different important rubber pieces that need to be in the mechanism or the game will not work at all. One is just like a belt from an older cassette deck, another like the very small rubber “hoop” (not the flat washer but circumferential cylindrical) used in some faucet setups.

The side of the street is quite different than in reality. Instead of the curb going directly out to the street, there is a very deep one-foot across recess (along the entire street) between the curb and the street (somewhat like a deep rain gutter for a roof) that is full of branches (a few which stick out a fair distance), leaves, and various organic and inorganic debris. Our youngest son goes after the small rubber hoop when it rolls across the street somehow, but ends up with the cassette-deck-belt-like part instead when I did not even know it had gotten to the other side of the street. It seems some of the other parts may also have been lost deep down in the recess, which may be about four feet deep or so. I do retrieve one part and see another part a bit too far down (and blocked by narrow crisscrossing dead branches) to easily get to. There are also similar pieces in the area, much like the game parts but more worn or broken, like tiny “tires” (perhaps from old Matchbox Cars) and broken bits of sinew (the type for crafts).

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What does it mean to dream of a griffin? At the core level, a griffin is a flight symbol. A flight symbol is rendered in a dream in subliminal anticipation of the hypnopompic waking start. Additionally, a griffin is a mix of unrelated animals, which is likely to be a unique precursor factor of the coalescence of the preconscious and emergent consciousness.

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Some of my other dreams that feature griffins (links): (1) Griffin vs. Grandfather Clock, (2) R Brand, (3) Making a Griffin?, (4) The Temple and the Tomb

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i dreampt i was at a giants game and i sang a really great rendition of ant no sunshine when she gone. then they hit up a milkshake to some lady whos birthday it was. aftwerewards i drempt iwas at this part of millbrae where ltos of prostitutes and sketch people went pay. i drempt mark and i were seeling like perscription drugs to pepople. he was shooting stuff with an air rile. tried to shoot a cat i told him which cats not to shot. he had long hair and was tall. then dreampt shelly and mark and matt were at a home and thiangs were better mark was giving stuff to shellys new bf

I'm on my bed playing with a camera, trying to take pictures of a city park in front of me, when a dark mist covers part of some trees. The image on the LCD looks very dreamy to me. Then I tell a DC on my side "it looks like it is a dreamscape". I try to get more pictures of it, until the the haze is to dark and the images turn in black. I get exited because of the possibility to get dreamscapes with this camera, then I point to a door on my left, by moving just the image on the screen with a smooth movement of my hands (it looked more like a 1st person game motion). When I press the button, I see the illumination of the image like the sun is moving really fast until I get a beautiful photo of a tree with its roots coming out of a wall next to a door. It's filled in blue and green colors besides the dreamy shadows. I'm fascinated when the DC turns into my wife and she tells me that we have to go somewhere.
I want to take more pictures, when I notice I'm pointing a window in front of me. I put the camera down and I realize it's a known dreamscape in the outside! I tell her "Wow, there it is, it's THAT dreamworld I love the most!! I stand up from my bed to see an abandoned train station in the outside and tell her: "There is the old train station!!..." Then I take one more picture. I hear the sound of an analog camera when I press the button. I look around to realize the whole dreamscape, I'm simply fascinated!
My wife doesn't seem to get interested at all, and she starts pulling me to go. I ask her to wait a little. I just want to go out of this dark room and explore, because I'm starting to realize what it means (it's a dream). Then she holds me from my genitals and squeeze them. That hurts and I'm thinking for what to do to get rid off her. I wonder about the pain, and she insists to take me out from here. I complain about it in a friendly way, trying to see the situation as something funny, but it's hurting me...
Finally, I'm lying on the floor, with the camera on my hands with my wife pulling me from my genitals... then I wake up thinking perhaps she has something interesting to say or do...

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #207: Christmas in April

I’ve joined up with a bunch of other people and rented a blue-carpeted condominium. There bedroom of this condominium houses the entrance to a vast cave system and we crawl downward to explore it. I have to do sort of a funky sideways roll to slip under the entrance.

The cave’s well-lit, but I start feeling claustrophobic. I turn back to make sure that I can easily get out and I’m shocked to find that when I execute my little sideways roll to escape, that I just barely make it out. This means that in only a few seconds, the entrance has gotten shorter! I warn the others that the entrance is closing but they ignore me.

I relax against the wall and for some reason start imagining that my hands are moving. I’m surprised to see my hands really are moving. I can’t believe how vivid my imagination is and I think If my imagination is this good, it’s like being able to lucid dream any time I want! And then it occurs to me that I’m dreaming right now.

I dig my fingers into the thick, blue carpet for a moment and then stand up, rubbing my hands and arms together. I move slowly, relaxing and letting the dream continue as I explore the apartment. I move through a total of four rooms, studying the layout and furniture of each as I pass. I recognize the den from the non-lucid portion of the dream and it’s almost entirely unchanged from before. I walk a quick circle around the wooden coffee table, confirming that the scene and all of its contents are unusually stable.

It concerns me that I seem to be stuck in just one type of scene so I move for the wall and phase through it. The phase is quick and I end up outside at night in the front yard of my house. I try to remember goals, but they just won’t come. I really focus on this for a moment but I feel the dream starting to wobble and destabilize. Back to some arm-rubbing, and I forget goals for now.

I look west down the street. Everything looks realistic but it’s way too dark. I turn around, think There’s some light behind me, and then spin back around to face west again. About two blocks down, I spy a lone Christmas tree festooned with lights. I’m pleased by this, and I try to just let this idea flow. Soon there are lit Christmas trees in front yards all up and down the street. Looks like my darkness problems are solved.

I head west to the end of the block then turn south. It looks like my street for a bit but as I continue it transitions into something more like a crowded outdoor mall. DCs bustle back and forth, and just as I’m passing a wooden bench and a free-standing sign that looks like a mall directory, I see a teenage boy and a smaller kid of about 8 (his little brother?) walking past. The older brother tells the younger, “Don’t worry about them. All these people have never done a goddamn thing for you.”

Again I get the desire to remember my goals. This time I really push for them. I dig too deep, though, lose focus on the dream, and am too late to save it before it ends.