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An earlier semi-lucid fragment - I'd been riding in a car someone else was driving, they took a turn much too fast and swung wildly into the next lane, and I was thinking to myself with some annoyance about how ridiculous dream driving can be sometimes.

There's two women locked up in a circular stone room with no apparent doors and a ceiling so high it can't be seen, like a well or a small tower. I get the impression they're a couple. They're both blonde, one with darker hair and wearing purple, the other with hair so light it's almost white. Hovering around the one in purple is this sort of little glowing gold ball; she's leaning towards the other one, who's unconscious, but who starts to softly glow when that glowing ball gets close to her. They're rescued by people who break through the wall - an old woman and several people I think of as Hunters who've been doing something with a fountain in the center of the room on the other side of the wall. The old woman looks at the hovering glowing ball and calls to the Hunters. "Got one more for you - two!" she adds when she sees that the unconscious woman is also glowing. As they get both the women free, the woman lifts this fancy white horn and says to the woman in purple, "It's yours." And then she quotes a riddle or poem or something similar that led them to this horn - "With the wit, the way." Wit turns out to have been a pun on wet, something to do with that fountain in the other room, and it's those two women locked up who'd figured it out.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a man trapped inside something like an enormous hourglass, tied to a chair in the bottom half. It's slowly filling with this black liquid. I'm following this from the POV of a man outside the hourglass, watching. This is something like a form of brainwashing - the man in the hourglass is on the other side of some conflict, and a serious threat, and we're turning him to our side. But as a 3rd person observer, I'm aware this is going to backfire; we seriously underestimated how insane that man was to begin with, so making him loyal to us doesn't actually mean he won't still be a threat to us.

Still as that same character who'd been watching the hourglass, I leave the room and go to meet a woman I work with for lunch. But just before we start eating, someone bursts in and stops us - the food's been drugged, something connected to that man I'd left in the hourglass. We leave with that person who burst in, and as we walk he's saying, "We all talk about the war, but does anyone remember what it was about?" We don't. He explains something to do with Skins - the gold or silver markings on our skin that remind the 3rd person observer side of me a little of circuits. Mine are gold, the woman I'm working with has silver; in earlier times, we'd have been on opposite sides of the war. We find this an uncomfortable concept.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm a young man walking around our castle at night with a girl from a visiting family. We're supposed to get married sometime in the next year or so if negotiations keep going well. Neither of us are supposed to be out of bed right now, but we both were sneaking around on our own and happened to meet up. Right now we're hiding behind a door, watching the leaders of our families talking in the next room. I'm thinking that the colors they're wearing make them both look like they're part of the same family; my family's colors are red, gold and black, but right now our patriarch's only wearing black, except for the sword pin at his throat, which I think of as "hardly red at all" - a dark red, nearly black.

There are two women sneaking around a castle at night. They'd been intending to escape and then come back when the vampires are asleep and destroy them, but they've just now realized that the vampires never sleep; and on top of that, they've just realized that one of the vampire women here is the exact same woman written about in Quincey's journal. Reading this journal is the thing that made them realize their hosts were some kind of monsters - they don't know very much about vampires at all except what they've read in this journal. So it's a shock to discover that the women in this castle don't age or die, and the idea that the monster in Quincey's journal still exists makes them feel like they can't win. At some point Ephesia is mentioned, a woman's name, though I can't remember whose. One of them suggests giving up on their plan, since it seems hopeless, and tries to convince herself that becoming one of them wouldn't be so bad.

Morning of May 23, 2014. Friday.



This was a very long and complex dream, difficult to hone in on. I will only include some more prominent scenes.

Throughout this dream, I usually seem to be only about five years of age, at least in size and perspective, although I do seem slightly older at times, but no more than nine.

One setup involves something to do with a school “contest” of some sort. It is not quite defined but does involve the winners being chosen because of how many times they had connected in certain ways, such as by saying “I love you” and so on. The prize is some sort of trophy with a heart on it and a booklet somehow attached to the base of it. I believe it also related to popularity as well as possibly being placed in a higher grade.

After a focus on the nature of my own experiences, the winners turn out to be students that were not even that connected or in a friendly relationship of any kind, at least at any point in my memory. I am not angry for myself or “jealous” that I did not win - it is more about honesty, which I make known in some sort of ignored class speech. The nature of the scene seems to change in unusual ways. I approach a male who is probably about eighteen (he seems to be Steve J, although we were about the same age when in school). It seems that he was the male winner in this case. He says something that I take to be an affront. I somehow float quickly into the air to match his height and then punch him and knock him unconscious almost effortlessly and then feel a bit silly about it as I float quickly back to the floor in standing position. This scene likely relates to a real life event of when he asked to borrow a deck of cards to impress a girl he liked. The cards, when flipped, showed an animation of a rabbit jumping into a hat and then flying out as a dove. On the condition that I let him claim the cards as his during recess, he firmly stated “I’ll like you forever!" The girl, however, was not impressed and merely looked at him oddly and walked away. We remained classmates over the years, but not really friends.

In another scene, I ask a classmate where my "wife” is (not actually as my wife, but as a student). She is about my age in my dream and I am told she is being held after class to finish some extra work (as well as an implication of some sort of disciplinary action), which I believe relates to some sort of art project (the routine of drawing one number two or more on a folded sheet of paper and ending up with either fish, the heart, or the fleur-de-lys depending on the fold and the drawing). I go into the room where she is sitting in a cross-legged position cutting out something from red construction paper, but there is also a yellow notepad next to her and a pen and pencil as well as a few crayons. Another person is in the room (another student) but ignores us after making some sort of comment about her. My “wife’s” eyes are very unusual, quite larger than normal. This does not seem strange at the time. Maybe it is from being so much younger, as it reminds me a little of the cat paintings with the huge eyes that my family had in Florida and were advertised in comic books and magazines. I talk to her for several minutes after asking if she remembered me and by which the answer is “yes”. This question actually seemed to be about her “remembering the future”, which is supposedly more “stable” and visible at times than the past because of the totality of built-up causal effects already unfolding and having more prominence on the “event horizon” than certain fading patterns of the past. She also makes the heart symbol with her two hands (the routine where the thumbs are brought together in a “V” and a finger from each hand curves inward and down, which also implies face-to-face mirrored twos).

Later, I am near the playground on the north edge. There are two groups in sight, fairly close to each other. The coach is talking to two males. A bit west of them is a group of about five students in a violent brawl. One of them is constantly knocked about and knocked onto and over the seesaw. The coach does not seem to notice the big fight at all even though it is almost right next to him (but behind him). For some reason, I decide to go into the area. I have to jump up or quickly fly up to rotate the bolt at the top of the chain-link fence to get into a sort of implied “vestibule” section before another gate can be opened into the grounds. This takes at least three attempts.

Finally, I find myself looking back out through the southwest corner of the grounds and through the chain-link fence to the west, at a limousine which is apparently taking my yet-to-be wife to the airport. I am very annoyed that I will not see her again for many years if at all (the song “Where’s The Playground Susie?” - the Glen Campbell version - held numerous “clues” and connections for me, in a quite different way than the song implied, such as “The puzzle that we never found an answer for” and “But what merry-go-round can you ride without me to take your hand?”). I mention something more to myself, but aloud, about having to create the universe all over again and putting different clues at different points again so that I can be with her sooner. “What…what did you say?” asks an older male in the car in the front seat next to the chauffeur. He seems bewildered and a bit fearful by a child speaking in this manner. I create fire from the palm of my hand and direct it at the front of the vehicle. The vehicle explodes as my yet-to-be wife is able to get out of the vehicle at the right moment. I have decided to take more of an active role in the rest of my life from that point. I am contemplating on whether or not to also wipe out the airplane and airport but my dream loses cohesion around that time.

I'm walking out of a building, perhaps a large hotel, onto a sand dune. The dune slopes downwards to a beach with waves crashing. The water is a deep blue, and oddly enough, the sand where the beach meets the water's edge is also blue. I start to wake up on this point, but I dig my heels in -- literally -- and try to stay with the dream. I can feel my heels digging into the sand. The scene changes and now I'm running down the stairs of my house. I know this is a dream and that I can probably get back to the beach, and sure enough, I find it right outside my front door. I decide to try flying since I haven't done it for a while. That reminds me that the last time I flew in a dream, it was when I was trying the Hansel and Gretel task. I wonder if I should try finishing it now…

And just like that, I'm in the witch's house. This time around, she looks just like Snow White's evil stepmother (the animated version, not the Once Upon A Time one). She's complaining that it's taking forever to fatten up Hansel. I get a glimpse of him outside in his cage, except it's actually Shezza from that season 3 episode of "Sherlock." (No wonder the witch is having trouble fattening him up, with Benedict Cumberbatch being so long and lean for the role.) The witch pinches me and comments on how at least I'll be nice and plump enough for a snack, then tells me to go take care of the baby. Wait, baby? Yes, there's a nice chubby baby that the witch is saving for dessert. There's this strange interlude where I'm trying to change the baby's diaper and trying to remember how to fold and pin a cloth diaper.

There is a huge oven in the witch's house, and I complain that the oven door is too big for me to open by myself. The witch grumbles, but she does open the oven door. She's maneuvered herself so that she's between me and the oven. I don't hesitate before kicking the witch's behind and shoving her headfirst into the oven, then slamming the door shut. I grab the baby and run outside to release Shezza from his cage. While we're outside, we can hear the oven timer go off. Shezza says we should go back inside and see how the cooked witch turned out. I'm pretty reluctant to do it (this was the part of the task that I was least comfortable with) but eventually I'm persuaded to go back into the house. Inside, Shezza is pulling a large tray out of the oven with a gingerbread woman on it. We break off a few pieces and, yes, it takes just like a gingerbread cookie.

I think I'm done at this point, and I find myself back in my bedroom, packing a bag. But I know this must be some kind of false awakening because I don't remember getting out of bed to begin with. I try to remember anything else I wanted to accomplish, but I'm drawing a blank. Without a goal, I can't cling to the dream anymore and wake up.

5,22,2014

I was in my room with my brother and two other guys; oh, and there was a girl. I don’t know who they were. We were working on something. It seemed important at the time. In my room there were two beds (I’m guessing one was my brother’s). At a point we decided to stop working and so I lounged on my bed. The girl began to lie on top of me as if she were flirting with me. The guys gathered around my window, which was open. I loved being with the girl. I even got a little hard and tried to keep it down. Eventually she left I think. The guys at the window began lighting dynamite and throwing in in our pool. We don’t have a pool in real life. I screamed at them to stop! What were they, crazy? They ignored me and kept throwing lit pieces into the pool, always landing in the water. Then I saw the more conservative friend who I thought was just minding his own business throw a large group of at least five sticks of dynamite out the window nonchalantly. Soon an explosion happened. But, it was of light and not of sound or physical damage. The yellows were beautiful and left me speechless. Horizontally, a line erupted across the bottom of the pool. This line had several vertical lines protruding from it at right angles heading towards the surface. These lines exploded into existence, a bolt of lighting in my own pool. The light was carried upward with celerity and hung momentarily to slowly dissolve in the cold water. I was now fascinated and forgave my friends without the use of words. The window was left open and outside I realized it was cloudy and raining. I did not mind the water, even though it began gathering in tiny droplets on my walls. I figured, “Everything gets wet, it’s just natural”.

5,5,2014

I was at my university’s the music office, but it was very similar to a library. There were some practice rooms. I looked for one but most were taken. I found CC’s belongings next you an empty room. When she arrived I asked if she was using the room. She said yes. So I walked to where the main office really was. Around the corner I found that a lady working. We small talked and I went on my way. The area transitioned into a store, like Academy, and soon bared no resemblance to the office. I climbed over piles of stuff; some water bottles fell on top of me at one point. JG was there so I tried to hide so as not to alert anyone of my position. I now stayed low to the ground until I found a tent. The tent was very small and I then decided not to use it. Next I found the outdoor section of the store. There was dirt on the floor and a trail leading off to nowhere as far as I could tell. I followed it to get farther away. It led to a completely new area where people seemed to be harvesting trees. There was a gap where a tiger was held. He had a parachute attached to his body, which prevented him from running. The man across the way from me taunted the tiger. He shot the tiger with some weapon to intimidate him. However, he missed and the weapon instead struck the parachute. The tiger was now free and took his revenge swiftly. Judging the situation, I quickly dashed back to where I came from, though the tiger was not far behind. However, the tiger had no quarrel with me and did not engage in a pursuit. I left unscathed.

4,11,2014

Reality: During the day, JJ showed me a vaporizer he wanted to buy. He said it masks odors, opens when you use it, and is quite portable. I sounded very neat. Also that night I played Super Smash Bros. drunk.

Dream: I had a vaporizer, which seemed similar to the one JJ showed me. I think it was pink. It opened and there was some weed in a small compartment. It would then close to be smoked. I don’t remember much more. Later I was playing Super Smash Bros. I was playing with Mewtwo and trying to complete “break the targets”. I could break all of the targets except one. Then the timer ran out. Instead of having to start over, a sudden death started where I had a set time to break just the one target I could not before. I broke it, but I had to break all of the targets at one time to actually complete the level. So, I started again but cannot remember if I actually beat it. Fin.

i drempt i was going to coachella in san fran cisco with some family and friends. we got a ride there by a guy in is truck. we hopped in the back and shannon was rubbing my dck with her foot. it was the best game of footsies ever. we got there and my dad kept asking mell to smoke some pot. this probably would be a good indicator that its a dream.

anyway...i walked inside and to get to the actual concert there was like a lil circus you had to go through. there was all these bouncies andd stuff you had to go on before you could go and see the concert. that part was pretty sweet we jumped on the bouncies in pure joy.

i dont think we ever made it to the concert.

May 23, 2014: Dream 2 of two: I am seated alongside the hospital bed of a man I do not recognize. He has a minimally injured right hand which looks like a sprained or broken ring finger, because it is taped to his middle finger as a splint for support. Despite the tape, we shake hands and we talk as the two of us leave the room. We find ourselves standing on the red embroidered rug in the lobby of the Bellagio Hotel/Casino in Las Vegas. There is a small adorable puppy at my feet and I pick it up. It has that “new puppy” smell! The puppy belongs to the man with the injured finger. He says the puppy’s name is Clementine. He is not particularly fond of dogs, but I tell him I love this puppy. It is so cute! I secretly hope he will give it to me. I put Clementine down and it playfully romps with another, larger black dog, before the two of them playfully scamper off. When they are out of sight, I see my wife’s springer spaniel Lacey in the far distance coming towards me from the direction the two dogs ran off in.

I go to leave the casino/hotel. My car is parked in an outside lot, and is the only one visible in the deep dark of the un-illuminated lot. It is parked obliquely in front of where a rock band is set up, so I need to move the car. I get in, and Lynne appears in the passenger seat. A tall woman opens the hatch to the Nissan Pathfinder and puts in a large radio controlled helicopter which barely fits inside. A man (evidently the owner of the heli) yells to her from a distance about folding the blades, and it finally fits and she closes the hatch. I start to back up, but can’t see anything behind me that I might run into in the pitch black. The car gains more speed in reverse than I would like or is safe, and no matter how I pump on the brake with my right foot, it doesn’t slow appreciably. I switch to my left foot and also pull up on the hand parking brake. This slows us down and we finally stop. All the time the car is slowing down I am worried that we might hit something that could penetrate the rear hatch window and hurt me or Lynne, but the car finally comes to a stop without incident. I wake.

5/23/14

Last night, bed before 10pm - 4:45am

Was waking up like every hour, felt like I had enough sleep. Then fell asleep after 3 am and had hell of a time waking up to the alarm.

At first I though there were no dreams, but now I remember more and more

DR

I'm traveling on a bus with group of people. Now, we are in Turkey. Someone says Bulgaria, but I look at a store sign, and from abc it's clear, it's Turkey.

In a house with others, going through it through some trap doors, hidden rooms, twosted staircases, small openings...

In this dream I am with a girl that I had a crush on her on my childhood and few other guys with same age as ours that I never meet in my life. For a reason that I can't remember we are chasing by Godzilla. We run with a train and my crush ask if we lose the monster. I am looking on window and I see Godzilla approaching the train. We stop in a strange small town with train rails on main street and run away from the train. We try to hide in a block of flats transformed into a mall (I think that I had other dreams about this strange place). But the reptile can walk on stairs in despite of his size. Me and an annoying girl from our group are cached by the monster in front of a window at third floor and that girl is ate. I jump on window before Godzilla caches me and I drop down without getting any damage. Down there I meet again with my crush and I decide to run away at the middle of the town were is a swamp with dense tall rush in front of a forest. We decide to lose the monster into the forest, but the environment is changing. Now I am in court of my primary school with the monster who shape shift into a big humanoid mob from a MMORPG that is holding a big metal ball on a chain 100 meters in front of me. From now I become lucid and I realized that I am dreaming. I didn't wake up few seconds later after I become lucid like last time years ago when I become aware that I am dreaming. Instead, I realized that I can do crazy things because I'm not in real world and start to levitate 20-30 up in air, I use telekinesis to catch the monster and I raise it hundreds of meters up in air and then I crash it with all my dark side hate into the ground killing it. From this moment I feel like a god and free of most of my problems. I go levitating to my crush that was hiding in school building, I took her on my arms and I tell her that we are safe now and we are in a dream and can do anything we want, but she was to afraid and refuse to believe it.

By the way, I got a crush on that girl when I was young because I had a dream with her. Until that dream I wasn't interested on her.

I dreamed that I was in a house in a spooky room, I saw a mirror and walked to it to look at it. There I saw a weird scary baby-doll child. Then perspective changed and I was this scary baby-doll child inside the mirror. The point of view did a round through the same room, but showed a lot of people, a few murdering each other, and everything was pretty bloody and chaotic. Then the perspective comes back to the baby-doll child and it looks outside of the mirror, where it sees the same baby-doll child, which should be me not a scary baby-doll child. Than perspective change outside the mirror and somehow i switch places with the baby-doll child so it's outside now looking into the mirror where I see myself as a scary baby-doll and my mouth is taped.
Really weird dream

Fragment: The General
A military general and some woman are trying to hire me to teach them dream control. The woman offers me the beat up old truck as payment, but the truck already belongs to me. They don't understand payment isn't necessary.

Fragment: Merging
My home town and my city have been merging together into one in my dreams. In particular where the train tracks are in both places seems to be the convergence point. Features from the city and the river from the town keep bleeding into one another.

Nothing spectacular. Might have work on my recall for a bit.

theme of the night: cars/driving

00:00 Friday 2014-05-23


+ in a car going up a steep hill following another car, saying to pull over so we can talk

+ leaning out the driver's window of a car to talk to someone, a drunk bum comes by, I wonder how I can shoo him off

+ lying on a bed in the middle of a very dark room, there are glass walls (dream sign) to my left and behind me, the left ones are covered with curtains, I look behind me to see if those ones have the curtains drawn of not, I think there is or was a small animal lying at my feet

+ talking with another guy about our dog pets, as they reach end of life, would you spend $100,000 on them?

+ driving up a short steep driveway/hill, see my best friend MR walking, I open my window, lean out and chat with him, he's throwing a party, not sure if I want to go

+ at a table in a restaurant, my friends are hanging around another table, I order, then I walk over to my friends and say yeah they're going to order, too

+ walking down a hill where my little mini sheep (yellow?) are in the fields, I'm sad at the idea I must slaughter them, maybe I should get someone else to do it, but no they're my sheep, I should

+ there's a weather station set up on a card table outside some building, someone asks me to read the instruments, there's a storm coming

+ (my record longest lucid dream yet: 10-15 mins minimum) Many different scenes, low lucidity, passenger in a car that drove/broke through a wall (the craziness of that got me lucid, did nose pinch after we drove through), engaged hyperdrive on the car to see where we'd end up, walked through a glass wall/door ("there is no door") to go outside where I was set upon by a hoard of orange glowing jack-o-lanterns, so I (yay, finally) pulled out a lightsaber from my belt and turned it on (it was kinda weak/transparent, I waved it around on an annoying little thing following me (felt kind of bad about that), then spend the rest of the time walking around to many different places, looking for girls, kissing girls, summoning girls (first time just got two stuffed animals on the counter ), none really satisfying, but always being polite and saying "thank you" every time I moved on....

Morning of May 22, 2014. Thursday.



I am in a small second-hand book store in an unknown location. There are two unknown females behind the counter which is nearly chest high. There is a table with at least eight piles of comic magazines to my right that, although seem a lot like Warren magazines in overall design are actually (fictional) black-and-white Avengers comic magazines which I have not seen before (possibly from the early 1980s). I put several on the counter to buy after going through the stacks, eventually adding up to about a dozen or more. The younger cashier on the right says that she will take off a certain amount of money from the total price if I buy more, so I look over what I had already put on the counter, and look more at the ones on the table. The total will probably be about $23.00 to $24.00 or somewhere around that range.

I read the title “Avengers” on each cover, but I start to focus on only the covers that feature Marvel’s Black Cat character, all in similar full-body layouts for the most part, although she looks more like DC’s Catwoman. Also, I call her “Black Widow” which is yet another character and more to do with the actual Avengers. There are at least a dozen or more of these magazines I decide to get and eventually decide to only get those that feature her on the cover. However, over time, I have to keep putting the covers back on. I notice that when I pick one up sometimes, the cover is missing and still on the table, which I then put back over the rest of the book. In addition to all that, some of the covers remind me (in overall style of art) of Silver Sable.

In the long run, I only refer to her as “Black Widow” in my dream even though it may be a version of the Black Cat though I do not wish to sound ignorant. The cashiers do not correct me if such is the case.

After this dream, I also realized it could have been relative to “The Avengers” television series, which is unrelated to Marvel’s Avengers. The title in my dream matched some stylized titles of the show.

I am in a gorgeous mansion, but I need to find my way out. I walk down hallways, up stairs, around corners and into new and unfamiliar rooms. I walk up an ornate, wooden stair case to the landing above. The walls are a faint mint green, and the wooden floor beneath me is a deep, rich chocolate color. A young boy I do not recognize is standing there. He follows me throughout the house as I grow more and more desperate and puzzled in this seemingly unending maze of doors and staircases. As I walk down one particularly long and narrow staircase, I see a kitchen ahead of me, and I am able to control how it looks. I make it messy and old; The paint on the walls is cracked and peeling, and an old wooden table is piled high with junk. All of a sudden, I become lucid, realizing that something is very odd about all of this. I take a few steps forward then turn around slowly to take in the room. All I see is a blur of color; reds, oranges, yellows and blues. I turn a corner and see another stair case. At the top of this one is a very familiar looking girl. I know I need to get to her, but she is moving very quickly so I decide to fly up the stairs because I am dreaming. I close my eyes and focus all my attention on flying. I shoot up into the air, but begin to sink down towards the floor just before I reach the top of the staircase. The girl has disappeared, and I am falling quickly towards the floor. The harder I try to stop myself the faster I fall.