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I was in my living room with my younger brother Matthew when I realised that I was dreaming. I didn't stabilize. I thought back to what I'd wanted to do, I was planning on finding a lamp, getting a genie and making my three wishes of course.

I wanted to get outside so I tried to jump through the living room window but ended up bouncing off it and landing beside my brother. I tried one more time and passded through it without it breaking.

I walked to the car in the garden and looked inside and got the idea that I could make the genie appear from the car so I rubbed it once, nothing, rubbed it again, and my dad gets out of the car on the other side and walks towards me.

I say to him,"can I have my three wishes?" and he says "that's not possible now". The dream faded right at this moment.

Just to keep count - maybe I'll write more later.
Early morning dream - I walk with a friend up a road and tell her about how wonderful it is to visit her and what a fantastic day - and suddenly I think - yepp - it is a dream - it can get even more wonderful!
I told her to fly with me and we made a round over the city and decided to land on the roof of a very old cathedral.
It has stone sculptures and little scenarios as decoration and a huge cupola, we landed on. It's fun to explore the roof. All white marble and the figurines and a bit of blackening at decorative places. Beautiful.
I am shortly afraid jumping from the roof but only very shortly - I jump and fly but loose optics and wake up then.
It was at the end of a long dream.
Shame - the plan was to go down into the church and hold a concert there maybe.

ill once again start with my first dream
18/5/2014
i woke up in the middle of the night and i never checked when, so i have no clue around what time these happened
i dont remember much of the dream, but i do remember people from school being there. i also remember being in my house, and it being very dark. the only thing i really remember about my dream is i had this katana, but it wasnt my real one. it had a handle of a regular katana, it was black with white diamonds, and out of the handle was several oriental dragons spiraling around eachother, they were all black and i remember they were shiny and made out of a flexible material (rubber?) and i think they all formed up at the top together holding the blade with their mouth. i remember you could see the defined scales because of the shininess, i felt them. the dragons intertwined and were all tangled. i remembered some of them untangling which was annoying. throughout that dream i kept thinking to myself "didnt i have another regular katana?"

next one i JUST woke up from,
i was on the longest (and dirt) road in my neighborhood, it was noon, very BRIGHT, very. someone told me i had to go down this road to meet these things, i had a memory of meeting them before in a previous dream and it was kinda like a reunion, we were all very close apparently. once again i decide to play along with the dream (i had thought of them in my mind, they looked like this (http://media.mmo-champion.com/images...ental_beer.jpg). in that image i thought of in the dream they were all living in this octagon-shaped wooden structure. i remember it had 2 floors but wasnt actually that big, for they were small. but it was still about as big as small 1 story house, but that's height wise. it also had a small bridge connecting another, rectangular part. the rectangular part had one floor, i remember seeing eggs in hay nests and stuff.... back to the other part. i remember walking down the dirt road and we never found it, we passed were it was suppose to be. i became lucid through a nose plug RC and flew allllll the way down the road to my moms house. i think i slip out of it, but at the same time i dont think i did?

at my moms house its a mix of my aunt's house and her house. we continue looking for the "things" (then the idea of them in my head slowly changes them to birds rather than what they were before...). i go into a room to my right, i look into this bunkbed, its a wooden bunkbed with no mattresses, the top bunk has a blue pillow and the bottom bunk has a blue pillow and a blue mattress, but the pillow isnt on the mattress, its in front of it in the bed. the bed- and room are very very dirty. wrappers, crumbs, unrecognizable things, stains. eugh. mainly on the top bunk, but i got the dirty vibe from this room. a DC (idk who maybe my mom) said "You idiot thats a bunk bed you arent going to find them in there". i move on to the next room, which i dont remember at all except it had a door on the right side of the room from me. i proceeded straight forward rather than to the right to the next room. it had a concrete floor, and i think a window. it had a small TV on crates and surrounded by crates (these kind http://www.milkcratesdirect.com/imag...ar-250x250.jpg) i specifically remember red and maybe black, there are also two water heaters. my mom says "this is chance's rooms." (friend of mine) and i lean over and say "its more like a mini house isnt it?" (i remember messing that sentence up and saying it again). I leave the room and the rest of the house is gone, it goes to this outside view of the 3 rooms i just went through like a 3D model. this guy says hes trying to finish the house and renovate it, I decide to build the roof for him with my lucid powers but he says "thanks, but you might as well not because I'm going to have to take it down when I'm doing the back wall.." so I 'delete' all of it and it disappears.

We (we as in my grandma and my mom, but my mom stays behind) then leave the house were I think "am I still dreaming? It's SOOO CLEAR" and I plug my nose and I'm either lucid again or I was still lucid all along, (I can't tell!!!!) I remember as I did that I stepped over this wooden (JUST like this, except with only two horizontal beams http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/x/farm-fence-24052997.jpg). once again it was ULTRA CLEAR like REAL LIFE holy CRAP thats why I had to do a 2nd RC!! we then stepped back out into the dirt road. I wanna say I continued on alone b/c I don't remember my grandma after this, but someone WAS with me. I went down the road and my friend passed us in his truck, and then I came to this booth were people were collaborating. It was almost all kids, and knights. this man comes up and begins talking to me, I can't remember our conversation. I remember the booth was in this yard of a house that is there IRL, and the banner on the booth was white and said something, part of it was rainbow writing. Think it had a big handprint on it. People kept mentioning a medieval battle about to happen, like a reenactment, and a mentally challenged kid waddled and bobbed his head, and he shouted something as well. I felt myself waking up and thought "oh well..." BUT NOT THIS TIME, I DID THAT THREE TIMES I tried to stop it by rubbing my hands, I felt it working but I woke up to my hands rubbing...too late...

yeah kinda lame LD but I'm starting out and I'm not expecting anything awesome.

5/18/14

Last night bed 9:45 - 4:50 I fell asleep quite easily, it wasn't as hot as last few days.


DR1:
going to the other side have to swim over narrow ocean-river, which is beautiful tropical ocean blue in low tide, but turns into fast current at high tide. So we are going to a news stand to buy a tide-calendar. Friend of mine buys one for dollar. We open it and it's crap. It says all month for the whole year, but the info on many of them is insufficient, as it says "october, november, there will be 2 tides". Some of the month are ok, with detailed times.

But I don't like it, so I find the person who scammed my friend by selling that to her and I demand my dollar back at no uncertain terms.

DR2:
I'm in Mexico with a friend. Restaurant-hopping. Or should I say food shack, street vendor hopping. We are ordering all kinds of food in this outdoor restaurant, while I insist on ordering authentic mexican for me, saying "when in mexico, eat mexican food, when back in US, eat tacos (from TacoBell).

There are some burritos with camarones (in dream this means shrimp) and I see then neatly curled up, nice an pink, in a burrito. We are already at 2-3 place and ordering some lemonade with our food. When I say "how about beer". So we order beer. I ask what they have, and they have Corona, and 2-3 other kinds. I know one other, but not rest of them. They bring us beer in rather small brown bottles and beer looks like it's dark. I'm glad, coz I love dark beer, but I would have prefered Corona at that moment. So anyway, they bring beer to my friend, but not to me. So I go looking for it and see there is some under some mats and crap on the floor and also that there is a large dog sleeping in there. I find my beer on some nearby shelf.

DR3:
I'm in my childhood home. Looking out from my 1.floor bedroom at the ocean that is where my backyard used to be. It's so beautiful, bright blue, tropical ocean. But waves are gathering, in some places is still tropical blue, but waves are turning into dark blue. They are hitting the house and I'm betting, that they will break into the apartment below us. They are reaching bottom of my balcony. I'm standing there with my dad, marveling at the beauty and complexity of the gathering waves. Now a reall big one is coming towards us and I yell at my brother to come and look.

Now I'm again in Mexico, but with a class. Teachers are managers from my work. I'm still walking around with my friend, visiting restaurants. But I figure we should go to the others. We are all in a huge room. I see that they are blowing up huuuuge inflatable escape boats. There is about 7 of them to fit us all. I see the inside with black, ergonomic chairs with high backs. i'm thinking how fancy, but I also know, they have to look like that for safety on rough sees.

So we are going to be evacuating, or just traveling on rough sees, that's why the boats. Groups of people get on, boat leaves, and they inflating another one for next group. There is only enough people left for 2 boats, and all the "managers" are still there. I'm wondering if I'm doing the right thing to be staying with "managers". We are suppose to go for a trip to Manaus and French Guinea. But I know, that that's on the other side of the world from where we are, so I say "It's got to be Macao, not Manaus"

.../after some activity I cannot remember, I get into a police station in the middle of a road. It has been a long time since I don't see those uniforms and stuff. I take a look around, refreshing my memories. It feels weird. It's daylight and we are walking together with some other people. We are in our old school suits.

It's a tiny town after the police station. An elderly couple gets out from a house and have some discussion with us. Somebody says something like "You are not going to dream with your mother!" which sounded like an insult to the couple. We decide to go elsewhere. The couple follow us. They seem to be pissed off. We start moving quick to let them behind. There's a river and a small bridge structure. Some of the guys run along the river. I go through the bridge and get to a big house where a lot of my half brothers gathered for some reason. I don't know many of them. It's an heterogeneous mass of people. I understand this place as "the other side".

There's a stand of electronics next to the house door. Two guys work there. I want to know where can I buy some electronic stuff to work with, I explain because of I couldn't find a proper store in this land. They tell me the name of a market, which real counterpart has nothing to do with electronics. I follow their instructions and get to a known place where I was before. I see a line of students buying some components. Somebody shows me some electronic stuff which looks more fanciful than useful. Now I know where I can find some components and stuff.

I see a woman getting out from a house walking together with a priest, there's something with some pictures and his insinuation. I follow them, and see them getting into a near door. Then I get under the bridge. I see some stairs and go up when a group of delinquents gets closer. One of the guys shows me a piece of leather with a long nail in the middle. Pretending to slap somebody with it. The other one shows me his hand holding a piece of glass. I kick his hand with a fast movement and the piece of glass cuts his neck, I see a big cut and some blood flowing out from it. He got scared, covers it with the other hand and goes away. The other one follows him with a look of consternation in his eyes. I wonder if I'm in trouble.

I get out from the bridge and get to the upper side of the big house. I can see the fields from above. It's a nice view when one of my sisters gives birth a baby on the terrace. We help her to hold the baby. It's all covered with blood, we clean it with paper for architectural drawings. Somebody says in the background it's the best way to clean a newborn. The baby can talk like a 3 or 4 y.o. kid. I don't like how it looks doing that, then I argue that it should babble in stead. It smiles in an evil manner which reminds me my little daughter when she pretends to be a witch.

One of my older sisters says something about their last name. I remember another one and ask about its origin when some aunts tell me to shut up with an aggressive/scared gesture. I understand what was going on all the time I lived with them, and why we didn't get to know much about the other side of the family/...

* Alarm clock went off.
* I'm building a more consistent dreamscape map.
* Some old dreams fragments come to my mind when I think about the market.

1. [Non-Lucid]
I was hiding from some people in some sort of hill, it has a semi Minecraft theme.

2. [Non-Lucid]
I have a magic wand and I decide to hide it in a block of wood that has a hidden space inside, Now I'm taking a bath (I never take a bath) and I'm slightly worried about the possibility of slipping and drowning, after a few minutes I realize that my step dad is going to cut it in half for whatever reason so now I'm freaking out, my mother appears and I tell her to not let him cut the wood block, she just laughs.

Now I'm in some random place (Semi Minecraft) so I frantically fly and walk over to this airship, I hurry and grab some random blocks around the area so I can nerdpole up to the airship, so I start nerdpoling and I find I don't have enough blocks so I jump off the nerdpole. Not sure what happened next.

3. [Non-Lucid]
Me and a few people are running for our lives away from this crazy murderer with a knife, were running down narrow corridors with many wood and glass doors with a few, everyone but me and this girl are dead, eventually we come face to face with the murderer, I'm behind a glass door watching him and her, I figure this is the end, hes going to murder her in front of me then come after me with nowhere to run...But no...this is not the end after all as he puts his knife to the back of his own neck and slices at it creating very deep cuts.

4. [Non-Lucid]
I'm in a very small shop that sells sweets and ice cream, I really want an Ice pop so I look around for one and it appears they have none, damn it.

Morning of May 18, 2014. Sunday.



In the first section of the dream, I am with my wife and we are outside in some sort of unusual version of the backyard in Cubitis. Oddly, more to the east, is some sort of unusual version of my sister Marilyn’s house. As is often the case, this composite is unique, not having been a (fictional) location in any other dream. I am only semi-lucid at this point. My youngest son is playing in a narrow ditch oriented east-west. It is a warm day. A black male and his wife and younger son (about the same age as my youngest son) fly down and land farther to the east in a helicopter. Although he carries a gun (possibly just for protection), there does not seem to be any threat.

Meanwhile, I hold my hands up and forward and water emerges with a large amount of force from the palms of my hands and fills the ditch in a short time so that my son can swim in it. Over time, I do unusual tricks with the water; I somehow will the water (with a sequence of hand motions similar to portal rituals) to come up to make a temporary translucent “wall” and enjoy other variations of forms, seeming to have full control of the water molecules. My wife and I enjoy the imagery as I work with shaping the water molecules into various forms, including cylindrical and conical forms that hover in the air for a short time before falling back into the body of water as dispersed drops and with very vivid and clear splashes.

The other man and his family watch for a time. Later, we are sitting on the porch and enjoying a bit of a “magic show” I do, but it mostly only relates to smaller things, such as restoring torn apart envelopes, and restoring teeth broken off a comb. Once I restore everything in the immediate environment, the family starts to leave in the helicopter. However, at this point, my wife says that the pilot and a couple other males are stealing the barbecue she had bought for a neighbor as a birthday present, so, without them noticing I mentally float the box to about roof level and manage to get it on its way by going a little higher and to the back of our house and beyond, assuming it will reach its destination.

The first part of the next section starts with me being in the large, fancy bedroom of a seemingly unknown house. My sister and her husband are there. Apparently, my wife has transformed into some sort of in-dream entity and is much younger, a bit thin (but not unattractively so) and with a more powerful, yet more youthful voice and longer hair. My sister seems to know my wife’s family and how she was “adopted” (she was not in real life) and in fact, had taken over her adoption at one point in the past. This may seem strange, but it directly relates to a dream I had before meeting my wife where she moved past the windows of my room and was then having a very long conversation with my sister (when she was still alive) about me (seemingly not knowing I was watching them), which I will write about later.

I start to feel a change within myself, unlike any I have felt before. It is as if I am the origin of consciousness. There is talk about how people who are “not human” - which implies myself and my wife, have to pretend so much to be of a certain consensus and state of mind for a time to “get along” with humans.

I hold out my right hand to show my brother-in-law a trick. Being able to create fire, air, water (and in the past, grains of dirt) from the palms of my hands, a typical dream ability for me, I focus and “allow” a large reddish-orange flame to move up and grow in size and then after a “whooshing” sound, it fades. I do this a couple times. My brother-in-law explains that he is actually like me in the sense of not being human, and explains that he has to pretend not to be made of ice (apparently being an “ice elemental”). (In real life his IQ was only around 70 and he could not read or write - but sometimes pretended to and often ended up giving letters to the wrong people and pretended to read a newspaper at times - but he still worked long and hard for many years.) Unfortunately, he sounds even less intelligent (entering that Roger-Miller-like intellectual disability but in baritone) showing his “true” ice elemental form than his human form, which I say nothing about and just sort of go along with it.

My sister and her husband are going out, and it dawns on me that this means I am the Source. It is my dream alone. The affirmations I have developed this year have incredible power (and I have learned they affect other people), and it looks like the “gate” was finally “opened”. I am in a state of sensual bliss and peace before I even actively indulge in sensual bliss directly. The thought amuses me greatly. Obviously, there is only one thing to do…

I ask my wife in her present form if she had ever been with a male before and she says “yes” quite passively yet with a discernible degree of assertiveness of experience - which seems quite odd, because the question seems metaphorical and she has only just recently been “born” into the world (and having “instant intelligence” as with the formation of tulpa-based dream character development I had started a few months back). Still, that does not seem to matter. Her name has transformed into “Sharon Rabbit”. I suppose this sounds hilarious because it sounds like a play on “sharing a rabbit”. She has a middle name that I see on an adoption document - and it starts with “C” - but I am not positive of what it is - it looks a bit like “comely” at one point. Sharon Comely Rabbit. Dreams certainly lack more realistic names, do they not? However, I can be certain there really are people called Sharon Rabbit, so ignore my blathering here. (In fact, I had made some sort of remark to my sister about why the surname was “Rabbit” which seemed to relate to having more children than average.)

We lie down on the bed (and the scene plays out almost as if exactly planned but this dream was not scripted at all), and from there, it is a bit too personal to go into the diverse details. I can make notes on some things. The sense of touch (in fact, all senses) was more vivid and intense than in real life as well as being more “focused”. Her silky flowing hair was like intoxicating perfume, building in layers of bliss (almost like a growing echo upon echo effect in sound until it grows into one roaring peak - which modern digital equipment cannot even begin to handle like the old analogue did), and her voice was so harmonious, flowing, and sensual, it flowed into my body and out again as if my body was like a speaker cone or amplifier (rendering most other human voices I have heard in real life seem dull and annoying in comparison - but I suppose that was the attraction in the first place in reality), very hard to put into words (this seems to have been foreshadowed by the dream where my wife’s skin had “ripples” and “waves” like the ocean). There was such a realistic sense of physical connection and orientation - it is also hard to put into words. Even so, this precise level of size orientation and audio and even location did not reflect anything ever experienced in this manner dream-wise. (Often my dreams have odd distortions in size, by magnification or shrinking - often being that my hands seem magnified and cars seem way too small to be able to get into - in the past, houses were sometimes like this, and there are often changes in distance perception as well.) From here, my wife’s real voice joins with the “vibrations” of the in-dream one and I am instantly awake with no discernible difference in perception.

I have validated my work fully and now understand how to do it whenever I want - I guess once again, simple “knowing” and the practice of such paid off (over twenty years more intensely working with word patterns and various types of phrasing and focus at various levels). I thought something was different last night, when I was doing “sending affirmations” (for about six hours - the amount of time some people spend passively watching television, unfortunately) in still states and getting more than the usual “feedback”, almost audibly - often, this “feedback” has a few “negative phrases” or “denial responses” that imply duality such as id and ego boundaries - or seemingly telepathic “break-ins” by other people which are really annoying, but this time, there were none at all. This dream was probably the most “stable” I have had to date and not only that, I was fully myself with no distortions of mood or emotion. My true self, I suppose. Full unity.

Night of May 18, 2014. Sunday.



I seem to be in a large kitchen, though not bodily present, that is, I do not seem to possess my illusory dream self’s body. It may be the set of one of those nonsensical reality television cooking shows (none of which we have ever watched).

I notice more and more heads of lettuce and cabbages on a large table (not a kitchen counter). There seem to be many varieties, of which are mostly green, some leaves having light stripes. I look more closely inside the leaves, mentally willing them to spread (by way of semi-lucidity), and under their leaves, I sometimes see a human eye. This seems to be perfectly natural. I also see a few white plates and large knives.

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Dreams are known to be autosymbolic of the sleeping, dreaming, and waking processes of RAS mediation. Therefore, I can easily determine that this is an incidental playful association with “heads” of lettuce as a secondary factor of subliminal incidental focus on REM sleep (REM meaning Rapid Eye Movement, though the singular lettuce eyes were not moving rapidly due to the lack of temporality in the dream state).

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Crossing some train tracks with my friend. He wants to wait for the bridge to come our way. A moving bridge slides along the length of the platform and spins in circles as it moves. I don't want to wait, so I climb down, cross the tracks, and climb back up the other side. He stopped in the middle of the tracks, and waves me to come back down there.

There's no trains, so I go back, and stand with a group of people in the middle, awaiting travel information. My teacher has already left for England, and a couple people are calling out names and travel information - dates and times, together with transfers. Uninterested, I walk over to my house. Ryan is inside, and very upset. He tells me he was followed in depth by people every time he used tobacco, that it made him easier to track. Nevertheless, he tells me he has managed to collect all the Lamrim teachings. They were almost lost to him. I have a complete collection of all three sets of teachings, hidden in socks for safe keeping, and offer these to him. He doesn't appreciate their value.

Both of us then turn into phenomena sources, and begin to slowly disappear into emptiness. He comments on how I didn't share my food earlier, but now I must give it all away anyways, and can't even eat the bags the food came in. I somehow eat the food surrounding my tetrahedron to reduce the clutter, but stop at the large pile of almonds. There are just too many to eat.

I begin to feel a little fear about slowly disappearing, and little details of my phenomena source vanish bit by bit. It seems like a good idea to just go for it, so I commit to seeing this dissolution through to its completion, irregardless of any fear.

On my way to work, I make a stop to pick up my bicycle. I forgot my shoes, but that's okay. My friend Andrew and I, instead of getting shoes, turn our lower bodies into different things... Bulls, dogs, dresses, motorcycles, etc. Every other thing we change our legs into is neon green, the other being regular color. We both settle on dogs for legs to pick up chicks.

Walking around town, it certainly gets girls' attention. They want to pet them. My dog is on a leash, a medium poodle variety. Now with regular legs and a dog, the dog pulls hard on the leash, very strong, and very excited to see people. One of the girls offers to hold the leash, but I don't think she's strong enough to do it. I walk off on my own, holding a sign instead of a leash, following another guy who is also holding a sign. "This is silly" I tell myself as I stop following him, and go inside a nearby building. Inside, I offend an old friend from High School, who starts to escort me outside to severely beat me up. I realize what he's going to do, and run back inside to lose him.

Normally, I would easily outrun him, he's a lot bigger than I am, but I'm slower than usual, and he tails me quite well up several stories of this building. He yells at me, "You're scaring the occupants by running so fast!" in an attempt to catch me. I reach the top floor, and go back down another stairway. To pick up speed, I slide down the banisters, and jump several steps at a time. He too jumps some steps, but my banister sliding moves put some distance between us. Bolting outside, I duck into a crowd and continue to run. I pass by some good friends from school who yell something at me, but I don't stop. I lay down on the slope of a hill, looking back at where I ran from. No sign of Justin, I must have lost him. There is a fugitive next to me, also hiding here. I idly play with a plastic bag as I nervously wait for something to happen. The fugitive loudly proclaims, "That's my bag!"

The police overhear us, and send the Irish government our way. They stop at the top of the hill and throw propaganda at us. One of the packets they throw looks decent, good graphics and all.

I dreamed of:
Areoplanes, they were huge passenger jets and cargo planes. All were loaded to the brim and only just made it a few meters off the ground after a huge run up.

Of bullies at school who I don't tolerate and tell on (as I should have in life)

Of Trains... I am at a train crossing in a car with a friend, the boom gates are down and we wait for ages... finally a model toy train shows up. My friend is confused, he asks "is this a model train exhibit?"

There's this girl, a friend of my sister. She looks like the one from American Pie "This one time at band camp..." and talks like her too. She may be interested in me.

I am in a line of people. We are on some sort of production line / catwalk. We are all push a stale slice of toast along the ground in from of us. We do three cycles of this. There is now some sort of Nazi prison camp Guard. He makes us bury the slices into a hole. What the hell this signifies / means !!!!

I am in a burning field. I am being taught that you should never run away from fire because it will easily catch up to you and kill you. Instead you must run parallel to the fire front to confuse it.

Walking home, I must cross a big river to get to the other side. Normally I would just jump across the narrow part here, which although narrow for the river, is about as far as I can jump. Today however, the river is 4 times wider, and raging like it's alive and angry. I recall there is a bridge up-stream, and take a short cut off the trail to cut a big corner out of the path. I slide down a steep hill, and continue toward the bridge.

Panicking, I see that the river has jumped its banks, and this short cut is not impossible. It leads directly to a dead-end cliff-like hill about 40 feet high, very close to the river, and where I just came from is also too steep to return. I have to jump out of the way of a few rogue waves that leap out from the others. There are some massive waves in this river, each one nearly knocks me into it.

There is some really long, thick grass growing up the side of this steep hill (basically an 85 degree angle with flat ground). I grab fist fulls of the grass, and begin my near vertical assent back to the road up above. It's really easy with all this grass! As I near the crest, there is no more grass, and the ground is very loose. Large chunks of earth fall out from beneath me. I scramble to regain my grip and my footing, but each spot I hold onto quickly crumbles away, digging the cliff summit out to be even steeper.

I am soo close to the top, I can put my hand on there, but only to pull the earth loose. I see a woman walking by, and greet her to avoid surprising her by being so close to the path, and right at foot level where she wouldn't see me until super close. She looks at me with a disgusted look that says, 'This guy is a typical risk taker' and says "Rock climbers...." with a big sign as she walks off quickly.

Disappointed that she didn't help me, nor grasp the seriousness of the situation I'm in, I continue to struggle not to fall. Looking back briefly, I see that if I fall, I will land directly into the river that has now changed course to be right below me. I also recall how never in my life have I been able to climb over a steep crest - the rock wall at summer camp, the 2 mile high cliff in my back yard, the ridge on top of the mountain - in every case, I failed to make it. It's just impossible for me.

Deciding to give it everything I've got, I try to summit to my left, but literally pull every possible hand hold loose so there is nothing more to grab onto. I try the right, and lose my grip as I rip away fist fulls of loose dirt and fall backwards. Managing to wedge my toes into a crack, I use my shin muscles to pull myself 30 degrees back to the cliff. Phew, close call! Now making sure I have good foot placement, I try to summit to the right again. Everything is pulling loose! I reach the very end of the line, nothing left to try, except a smooth, vertical rock to my right. No way to get a good grip on it at all. I split my force evenly between all fours, hands and feet, none of which are in a safe, secure spot in case I slip. Dangerously vulnerable, I continuously have to shift each hold, and scramble. I imagine making it successfully, and gently, but continuously shift my placement as I make slow progress. My head passes above the crest, but it is still steep!

I push and pull, feeling really off balance, and get my torso above the crest. To my amazement, I reach the top. "Sure footing here!"

No sooner do I reach the top, than I have a vision of Satan himself telling me in a deep demonic voice, "Congratulations, this is the first time you ever passed this test". Unsure why Satan is congratulating me, I am happy to have made it this time. A true victory over my fears.

I continue down the path, cross the bridge, and end up at my friend's mom's house. I'm get along better with her mom, so I'm not disappointed when just her mom is home. I find her testing her new home security system. She demos it for me. There is a massive vault door, with a huge lock on it. She tells me "if someone breeches the door, this is what happens..." and pushes a button on a remote. A siren plays loudly, blue and white lights flash, and inside the safe room, sitting at a desk, looking at a laptop screen, facing toward us, is a goat. Judging by the sounds coming from the laptop (goat noises), the goat is watching goat on goat porn. The goat has an intense focused look on his face as he stares into the screen, lightly illuminated by the video. I find it hilarious.

We walk into the kitchen for dinner. She offers me food and starts to eat. I already have a full plate. "I'll start with the water" I tell her, being polite, and wanting to wait until her daughter returns so we can eat together. I also want to tell her about my successful summit of the cliff, but want to wait so I can tell them both at the same time.

I have somehow found myself amidst a large army of particularly evil hearted soldiers - some of the cruelest, meanest people I can imagine, with no regard for anyone but themselves. I march with them to some yet unknown destination and try not to let on to the fact that I am not part of their group. If they learn I am not one of them, they will kill me.

As we march, we pass through a gory section of a forest with soo many dead bodies along the road, that it hurts. These are their fallen evil comrades in arms. Most of the bodies are severely dismembered and torn to pieces. Blood covers everything. Ghastly expressions on what is left of some of their faces stare blankly in all directions.

For some reason, I am near the front of the column of soldiers, right next to their leader. I am deeply touched by their loss. Even though they are bad people, I still wish they didn't have to see their friends die in such a brutal way. I imagine what it is like to have friends killed like that, and then imagine having thousands of friends killed, and deeply wish it hadn't happened for them.

The leader is also moved by this grizzly scene, and slows to a stop, then drops to his knees and lets out a sorrowful yell. I would normally hold everything in and act like a tough guy, but decide that in this case, it would be in my best interests to express my emotions. If I act too much like a tough guy, the leader might think I don't care about these men, and conclude that I am not one of them. I take half a step forward beyond the leader, and let the tears just pour. I really wish there was no suffering like what had happened to this group of comrades, no matter how evil they might be. I am overwhelmed by sorrow, and collapse to the ground, tears streaming down my face. I am too choked up to make any sounds, even though I feel like screaming.

To my right, one of the officers tells us he's going to get his cat and walks off, returning remarkably fast with a small girl who is holding a cat. The cat is obviously unhappy to be held right now, and is squirming, but cannot get free. The girl wants me to pet the cat. I look into the cats eyes, and sincerely wish for the cat to be comfortable and free from being physically controlled like this. Knowing that the sooner I pet it as the girl wishes, the sooner it will be free, I pet it once on the head. The girl is satisfied, walks off a ways, and puts the cat down on the ground.

Spoiler for really long end to the dream, less memorable and even less related to the original plot.:

Now I am completely alone, everyone else has disappeared, and I've managed to find myself on a balcony. There is a messy pile of cushions nearby. Thinking I am being helpful, I stack them neatly. Half way through this stacking, one of the soldiers returns, sees what I am doing, and nearly turns completely red in anger. "Those are blood diamond pillows!" he exclaims, as he quickly grabs as many as he can scoop up and runs off. I grab the remaining ones, and follow him to bring them wherever he wants. I picked up more than I can carry, and a few slip out of my hold. He glares at me strongly, so I tighten my grip on the rest before I set them down just 30 feet away.

Right next to this new pillow pile is a dark, damp, cold room, with a little bit of blue light coming in from mostly blocked windows. Curious what's inside here, I wander in. My stomach turns as I see full birthday suits hanging along a movable track on the ceiling. Just skins of humans, men and women. A water mister like at the grocery store keeps them moist and cold to slow down their decay. In a darker section of the room are torsos hanging from hooks. Some with and some without heads, arms, etc. I really feel like I'm seeing something that I shouldn't know about here. If whoever is in charge of this operation, whatever it is, finds out about me, they'll probably kill me to prevent the information from getting out. And I don't want to end up like one of those dismembered torsos slowly moving about the room!

I quickly run out of the room, and down some stairs to the ground level below. Next to a large fountain, several scantily clad women are just waking up and looking around to see what's going on. I un-hang some of their swimwear from the clothes line for them. I get one bra off the line, when a whole town of people run screaming past me and out the gate, sprinting along a dirt road to get away from something. I don't want to find out what it is, so I run with them.

Not very far down the road, I run into a group of 5 skater punks who block my way, forcing me to stop. I give them the bra, and notice they have some parts to a broom all in pieces. It is very fancy, red, adjustable, and with different attachments. I help them assemble it. It even has a cool name printed on the side of it. They are very happy that I fixed their tool. It looks like something you would use to clean a pool, but I'm happy that they're happy.

I now just walk calmly down the street, and find a big hill of dirt blocking the road with a tall fence on top. There is a large tunnel right through the middle. Someone else is stopped here, unsure how to pass it. I notice a bicycle next to me, so I get on it, and ride straight into the tunnel. There are three tunnel valve seals that are controlled from the outside, and fortunately all three are open, and we make it through. "Good thing no one trapped us inside!" I tell the other guy. We continue on together, and reach another obstacle, but bigger, and with three tunnels to choose from. I decide to take the middle-left tunnel, because it feels like the right one, even though it looks like the most difficult one.

There are some people inside the tunnel! They ask me if I heard a train. They are waiting for a train to cross before they safely continue on their journey. I listen for a bit, and hear a train whistle far off, but coming this way. "I hear a train" and point behind them to where it is coming from. I see it slowly approaching. The guy who made everyone in the tunnel stop is relieved that there is actually a train, because if there wasn't, his group would be very unhappy with him. I look deeper into the tunnel, and there is actually another train inside the tunnel. He stopped it to prevent a train wreck. The conductor briefly stops yelling at the man when he sees the train, and changes his demeanor completely - relieved to have avoided a crash.

I walk past this odd group, and the tunnel turns into a narrow mountain canyon. I am walking against the flow of a large line of scary, big, strong criminals, all with fierce expressions on their faces. Some yell esoteric gang greetings at me, and others give me special hand shakes. I don't know their hand shakes, so I can't follow along right. It seems like they're mocking me, teasing me for being naive about crime, and being a somewhat good person. I don't mind. I just respect each one of them, and cut through their line at appropriate times to make sure everyone gets through the narrow pass smoothly. I get a feeling that they only left me alone because I respected them.

The trail opens up, and a huge fountain becomes visible in a clearing, surrounded by 1 story buildings in a square u shape. Some people yell, "Hot tub time!" which is always a great idea. I jump in first, but it is only big enough for 1/2 a person. I get out so I'm not hogging it, and float around the outside with other people. We drift effortlessly, occasionally bouncing into each other. I relax too much, and accidentally pee into someone's 7-Up can. I dump it outside, and float it away to a spot where all the empties are so no one will drink it or know what just happened. Oops!

A few more minutes of floating, we all get out. I go to one of the nearby buildings and look in a mirror. I have long curly blonde hair. (Manly style like a cave man, or some sort of mountain man) and thick facial hair, with a good sized beard. I notice my hair is thinning on top of my head, but think J (A girl I like) will like the facial hair. Although I do think it is odd because I shaved just 2 days ago. "It must have started growing even faster than usual" I reason with myself as I go back outside, now clean shaven.

I grab a hockey stick and a puck, and go to play street hockey, but no one else is around. I take practice shots at a long 50 ft net, combining fancy foot work with shooting, both right and left handed. A few shots into it, I get really good. I shoot the puck into the net such that it bounces back out, but through the air, and then hit it out of the air back into the net. I chain goals like this for several shots with each hand. There is a menacing guy standing nearby, watching all this. I tell him "I may switch to a tennis ball to up the speed" as I notice a group of people playing street hockey in the distance. The sun has already gone down, and we are losing light fast.

I move into a college dorm room and immediately drink lots of water. I ask my friend to "be super stingy when doling out the water to people, unless of course this is a dream. Then give out lots. But let me know if it's a dream too!"

I go downstairs and bring as many 24 packs of water as I can carry back up to the room. After several trips, the room is nearly full with just water. Down on street level, there are lots of 5500 gallon glass jars of water that my friend brought over. Another friend, Julie then tells me that back in her day they would bring all of that to the room. I think that's a wise idea, but dozens of car sized glass bottles just won't fit. I get in a car and drive around the block, seeing at least 17 parking spaces where we could put some of the giant bottles.

Morning of May 17, 2014. Saturday.



Dabney Coleman owns a company called “Dreams Inc.”, which at first seems to imply he can travel in the manner of the characters of “Monsters Inc.” to assault females as they sleep or to whisper rather bland suggestions into their ears to win their favor, but this is not directly observed, and he is in a sort of character mix of Captain Yardley (from “I Dream of Jeanie”) and Mark Winslow (from “Modern Problems” from 1981). He has a conference at a large rectangular table with a sort of black vinyl cover and wooden sides of a slightly atypical height and seems to be the only one speaking for quite some time. His goal is to make a movie about dreams, using all of his business associates, but they do not seem to be interested or very trusting of the concept.

For a few minutes, he is somehow seemingly making the large table rise into the air with a certain…body part…and giggles about it and slaps someone on the shoulder. However, this turns out to be a forklift at the opposite end of the table (and of course, most would see the obvious play on “f—k lift” here). Everyone else turns to each other as if to say “what was that all about?" He starts to talk about "Dyspepsia” as some sort of ideal town that the movie is set in - he moves his hands apart (when standing up) like a growing frame gesture (mirrored “letter Ls”) to emphasize this, but for a moment, is more reminiscent of a fisherman bragging about “the one that got away”. This is not as odd as one would think, as, a few years ago they were showing a television commercial which made no sense (nothing new, here). It was supposedly about a woman’s younger son who had a medical problem relating to something similar to dyspepsia and something about a medication, but the woman calls the condition “dyslexia” instead (or maybe it was the other way around). Neither I nor my wife ever worked this out, as dyspepsia and dyslexia are two completely different things (contrary to what the commercial seemed to imply).

The next scene is related to how “all door knobs” are a symbol of his…body part (some sort of twisted connection to “Monsters Inc.” I suspect). Therefore, he reasons, every time someone opens a door, they massage the body part in question. Two of his business associates get up, and instead of opening the door or touching the doorknob, commit suicide by jumping out the open window, falling about forty stories. “Okay, um, let’s move along” he says.

He eventually ends up somehow tying everyone to their chair and saying they are going to be in his movie. He “gently” stabs them with a pencil saying how calm and peaceful his movie will be and how it will bring “world peace”. After a time, it looks as if he is sawing fingers off. The more people protest, the more he reassures them, that, because they are all “crazy” it is their privilege to be in his film.

The film begins with opening credits and he goes around talking and smiling to the people, even though most are injured or deceased. However, he spends more time talking into a mirror and to a couple manikins than the people he dismembered. His movie will begin, he says to himself, as a sort of “better version” of the “Lost” television series. It will begin with a closeup of a certain body part and end with the closeup of said body part (instead of Jack’s eyes in real-life).

As the actual film begins after the last opening credits, it shows a blank screen for awhile, and as Dabney grows restless, the screen remains blank for some time, and everything seems quite peaceful. I notice that the people that were presumed “dead” are actually happily walking around now having a “wine and nibbles” party, whispering softly. Two celebrities, J. J. Abrams and David Morse, enter, and take him away in a straight jacket. “It’s time to go,” says David Morse, and does his Ted Arroway speech (quoted verbatim relative to the real one): “You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.”

When the movie finally begins, it is a scene from “The Golem” (1920) but with the face of Dabney Coleman, who looks quite puzzled and “frozen” when the child hands him a flower (which I believe is an apple in the real-life parallel), until it looks like his consciousness no longer exists at all. (That is, his eyes look “fake” and doll-like rather than “dead”.)

David smiles at me and it strikes me, as his eyes flash bright silvery blue, that it is the Source itself. “Small moves,” he says. I wake with a sense of rushing through a tunnel at high speed and realize what an incredible event that was. There is a residual “blue flame” that lasts longer than usual, and slightly brighter than usual.