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Man these false awakenings are annoying, and they're seemingly happening when I'm staying awake too late and waking too early. Saturday morning was a collection of one false awakening after another when I stayed up late to watch a poorly bird, and then 4 hours later woke up to check on him when he died in my hands. The dreams then went as so...

Dream 1

Me and my husband were in hospital. I was waiting for an operation for something and he was being operated on because his ding-dong was making a rapping sound like a door knocker when he jiggled it around. I was then woken up hearing the birds in the bedroom making a lot of noise and I sleepily said to my husband about the birds going ape in the room.

False Awakening 1

I had gone back to sleep at that point but in my waking dream I was having more difficult talking and sounded very drowsy as I uttered the words "pen*ses knocking like a door knocker" (according to my husband when I finally was awake I never said anything like that to him but I did mention about the birds.)

Dream 2

We had moved house again, this time to Hazel Grove, and I entered a house through its side entrance. I walked into a beautiful kitchen decorated with old-style mahogany furnishings. There was a spread of christmas food on a table, candles, and a small christmas tree beautifully decorated with victorian decorations and brightly coloured lights. I decided to redecorate the tree with my own decorations, but it didn't look nearly as good. I walked into the hallway which had green/white wallpaper and dark brown dado railings, the stairs and railings were made of dark wood. I opened the front door to a sight of christmas lights everywhere, and across the road was a house with a fantastic light display of a giant star which took my breath away. I then went into the front room, it was cosy and antique looking with dark wooden furnishings and a coal fire, decorations everywhere, and the biggest christmas tree I had ever seen with loads of lights. Then I saw the pile of wrapped presents on the floor and realised to my horror they were for the previous owners. I suddenly realised they hadn't moved out and decided I'd best leave before they thought they were being burgled. I began to leave the house when I heard the stairs creek. I knocked on the kitchen door carefully pulling it open and peeking through to a young man in a dark red and black tartan dressing gown carefully tip-toeing down the stairs and a scared look on his face. I began apologizing and he told me I wasn't supposed to move in just yet.

False Awakening 2

I dreamt I had woken up again and once more uttered the words about the ding-dong knocking like a door knocker to my husband lying next to me.

At this point it was now hard to tell what was reality and what was false awakening as I continued to have dreams of me trying to say something to my husband or taking my asthma spray, but when I eventually did wake up for real he wasn't even in bed. He was already dressed and had been awake for at least an hour and was popping back into the bedroom looking for something.

This morning I was awake until 2am before I went to bed. I was utterly exhausted.

Dream 1

I decided I wanted to play A Tale In The Desert again, but I wasn't too fond of paying the overpriced subscription. I noticed people were tearing down buildings and began to move their guild house. I asked in a channel where there was any European players. One guy said his guild was European mostly based in the UK, it was the guild that was tearing itself down and moving to a better location, so I began to follow them and asked to join with them.

Dream 2

I was in some kind of hospital or nursing home. I was supposed to just be visiting, but after I found my room I started to get a very painful headache. I left the room and was asking for help. Some nurses saw I was in distress and were trying to help me.

False Awakening 1

I had woken up and discovered a disaster had occurred in the night. A water pipe was leaking water like a tap in the bedroom by the window and my husband jerry-rigged some jugs to collect the water, but they were now full and were out of position and he had gone to work so there was water all over the place. I managed to hook the pipe so that the water would flow outside, but it was spraying water to the next door garden. I tried to bend the pipe so that the water would run into our garden and straight into a drain grid. A female neighbour from next door was on her way out and she was getting water all over her. She thought I was playing a game so she pulled out a water hose and was about to aim it at me. I told her it was accidental and that I couldn't stop the pipe from leaking.

(Ahhh, so this is my first fully-aware lucid dream and I am so excited!

I'd been trying to WILD that night with no previous sleeping just to see if it would work. I also very briefly looked at the DILD technique (like literally around 5 minutes). Either way, neither worked and I woke up in the morning completely dreamless. Either way, considering that I had got some sleep prior now I half heartedly tried WILDing again. It did not work again, however...)

... I can't remember anything about my dream before this point but the first thing I remember was checking my left hand and realising I had 8 fingers*. I started to become lucid but this world seemed so real! I was laying in my bed at my Dad's house and it all looked so... in place*. I checked a couple more times and sure enough, although the numbers kept changing, my hands kept sprouting extra fingers!

Not sure what to do, I tried turning on the light and sure enough, the switch did not work. It was at this point that my Dad began to speak. I was sure he said something about me waking up, which made sense since I was in my bed and it did seem to be morning. Either way, I opened my door and there he was. I said hi to him and my step-mum, taking note of the fact that there was an extra door in the hallway*. Up to this point, I had been considering shouting something out loud to the world in order to attempt to change it in some way however I didn't since I was worried this might not really be a dream and also, if it was, that my dream-dad might do something weird if he heard me. I told him I was going to go in the shower, hoping I could speak whilst drowning out the noise then, but he told me to stay put for a little while.

Going back into my room, I decided to take a look at one of the books on the shelf. I picked Harry Potter in the end. Opening it, I can't remember what the words on the pages actually said, however there were poems, at the bottom of the pages, written by the author to her dad. The letters d and q were highlighted in a bold, bright orange colour on each page as well. I also noticed that it looked like someone had drawn on the pages, writing their own poems on the pages as well*. Scrolling back through the book, the highlighted letters were no longer highlighted. I was also aware that, downstairs, my dad seemed to be letting someone into the house.

Either way, after checking my hands a couple more times, still a bit in disbelief, I covered my mouth in my hands and shouted into them the first thing that came to mind - "Take me to the beach!". When I opened my eyes, I was still in the room but gravity seemed to have flipped 90 degrees, with the floor in front of me and with me standing on the wall. I tried again and everything went black. It was at this point that a little bar at the bottom of my vision appeared, kind of like the progress bar on a YouTube video. Wanting to try again I rewound a little way backwards before closing my eyes and promptly waking up.

(Dream Notes!

* - It was only after waking up that I realised I had been looking for 6 fingers as a sign of real life, as oppose to 5. Turns out I apparently can't count in dreams >.>

* - There were, looking back, actually quite a few things wrong with this scenario. First of all, in real life, I had fallen asleep at my Mum's house, not my Dad's. Second of all, my bed at my Dad's has been moved to the other side of the room, but in the dream it was still in the old position.

* - I wonder what would've happened if I'd gone into this "extra" room? Maybe I would have seen something dark and secret?? :O

* - I can't actually remember what the other writing said although I remember there being arrows pointed to the poems, like someone was trying to add something onto the end of them?

)

Tonight I had enough sleep and upon awakening I remembered most of my dreams.
However I think I might have made the biggest mistake in Lucid history, completly ignoring a clear sign that I'm dreaming while in bed. This is what happened, I red this new technique here which I thought sounded good:

My personal method of becoming lucid. If anyone is interested. : LucidDreaming

You basicly have to mimic the feeling of an action you're familiar with (like clapping your hands) in your head while you're falling asleep and when you actually start doing this you should know it's your dreambody and you are in a dream. What happened is I tried it and I clearly felled my arms and hands clapping. But instead of thinking I was in a dream I thought I was doing it to intense and thought I was clapping in my bed IRL... I FEEL SO STUPID NOW!

1. The Aurora Borealis

I was at school exiting the main building cause it was pause, when I looked up to the sky it was quiet dark yet the sun (which was in a weird low place of the sky, one it's never IRL) was large and yellow. I could see stars and clouds were slightly glowing blue, I was amazed by the view and it got even better. A beautifull aurora borealis formed and I shouted to people next to me "Look at that! It's an aurora!" I felled intensely happy. It was slightly snowing I think... Then I was teleported to the red square in Moscow looking towards the Kremlin Palace with the aurora and blue sky. I walked to a weird half-open building and some sort of stage was at the back, on the stage 5 mannequins in Napoleon-style army uniforms came out of several door with trumpets and started making music similar to happy Disney music. I've never been to Russia though.

2. Dream film

This dream was like watching a film, I saw Eddie Murphy talking with someone (a guy) about some upcoming resistance they had to prepare against a nation. (in a funny way like his films usually are) They were in some sort of hideout and then the view shifted to another location filming a woman who instructed the 2 men that they had a symbol for the team. The symbol was a horseshoe but I saw it more like a general U-shape for some reason. Next thing I hear is Eddie saying they have to show it to everyone, suddenly I overlook the small house/bungalow they are in with the grass around it and other bungalows, they mowed the grass around their bungalow in squares with inside these squares the U-shape. I thought that it was a bit dumb to show it like that cause I thought the plan had to stay secret... I think they were somewhere in America, maybe Florida.

3. Midnight snack

I was looking at a small bag with nuts in it, I saw that the nuts had different spices around them, I thought of them like crisps. My dad who stood next to me had a different snack, his nuts were larger and I think I also saw a dried pear in it. My mom who stood infront of me looked at me and I said that I would keep my nuts, otherwise my dad would eat them. My dad gave my mom a large nut and she ate it, I saw that it was a crispy nut that crumbled as she bit in it. I ate some of my own and noticed that the nuts in the bottom of the bag had a lot more different spices each, I saw this cause they had weird icons floating above them with symbols like a Pepper or a belpepper. This all took place at my school infront of the doors of the old gym. Then I was teleported to a weird place that was both the kitchen/dining room of my house and the place at school I was before. My nuts were now in a large drinking glass and I felt that my stomach was completly full. I went to the bathroom and opened a secret door that let to the kitchen.(wasn't I already in the kitchen?) I placed the glass on the table and I heard the disembodied voice of my mom telling me I have to eat all the nuts but I ignored her and went through the secret door again out of the toilet and the only thing I wanted at that point was go to bed.

4. Back at school

I was talking with a teacher I've never seen before IRL but in the dream she looked familiar. I talked about the aurora (from the first dream) and the nuts I ate (from the third dream), we stood near the old gym and the sky was still filled with blue glowing clouds. I talked about how crazy people can get when they're addicted or really want something. That moment I looked back and had a flashback of a kid going mental because he didn't get any ice-cream, that boy stood 5 meters behind us and he friendly laughed admitting he acted quiet crazy back then. Then I woke up.

So yeah, it looks like the dreams are getting more and more detailed again, and I remember more dreams every night so we're on our way to lucidity ones again!

I was only able to sleep for about 4.5 hours tonight, but managed to have a lot of dreams. To begin with, I was out in a field, with several other people. One women, older, with red hair, was laying on a towel commenting on how her faith was strong, and she believes will carry her. Everyone else was ridiculing her to some degree, except for Steve Carrell (who was using his persona of Michael Scott from "The Office") who said he had an answer. Upon hearing this, she said something along the lines of, "Ha! I told you my faith would pan out," but it turned out Steve was merely interested in the same question, to her dismay.

Steve also used his influential wealth to landscape the field into these tunnels, where we would find God ("faith," though I'm assuming he was referring to God). At this point I was the only one, carrying a flashlight, and exploring the tunnels. I would turn the flashlight into dark corners and see large beasts instead. The first time, I stumbled across a tiger, and immediately ran further into the tunnel, where I came across a spider that could spit fire. Unfortunately I hit a dead end, but the tunnel was extremely high, and I began climbing to get away. When reaching the top I see rungs of a ladder bolted into the wall, which is more metallic than the dirt wall 10 feet below.

While hanging on the rungs another spider is watching me, and shoots out corrosive pustules. The previous spider also finished climbing up near the corrosive one, and began shooting fire. I'm not entirely sure how I was doing it, but I was returning the fire and pustules in a way similar to Link and Ganondork in Ocarina of Time until both spiders fell down below. After stamping out some of the fires on my shorts (in particular the shoelace piece of some gym shorts), I'm aware that I'm dreaming- I'm not entirely sure what the trigger was but things became a bit more clear. I started looking around and was aware that the rungs of this ladder only started really high up. As someone who doesn't like heights too much, I became a bit nervous but decided I would just take the leap. I hyped myself up, reassuring myself this was a dream, and jumped.

As I fell, the entire place started taking on a texture similar to the ladder and transformed into a airplane hanger. I began flying around (the first time lucidly), noticing the pleasant feeling in my stomach as if I just dropped, very similar to the initial jump when skydiving. During this time I used the means of flying as a sort of dream stabilizer, constantly telling myself I'm dreaming and moving around through the air very quickly, using a swimming motion. I could also float without making any large movements, and would reassure myself I was dreaming in this manner as well.

At some point I land on the ground and I stand before a fighter jet. The man in the jet already got out of the plane for me, and began strapping me in. I did not request to be velcro-ed in, and double-checked that the man also had to do the same thing. I again became a little nervous about flying, as this time it would be much higher, but lost lucidity shortly beforehand. While in the jet (no longer lucid), a group of plane stewardesses were standing by the jet. I reached out and started touching them, talking to one women in particular who seemed to know me.

An unknown amount of time passes, and a documentary of some sorts starts playing, recounting the tales of some guy with a funny name in a fighter jet. It appeared the man (who was me in the past) successfully flew the plane and afterward founded a school, dying later at a ripe age of 80 something. I remember "new" me walking around the place, not particularly impressed, and stopping before three men. One man, bigger than the other two, with glasses, was standing around and trying to talk to one of the guys, who was on the phone. The third man, a much older gentleman, was trying to convince the guy on the phone they should talk together. I had a feeling that the man on the phone and the man with glasses were about to achieve something, and I was given a window on which to observe the start of the achievement. I do remember the man with glasses was a bit uncomfortable, telling the guy with the phone he should be more willing to make friends.

As I continue walking around, I end up on a cliff of some sorts and there was a friend I had, playing next to a computer, transformed into a 6-year-old. I approach him and we began talking, me in a way I'd talk to a kid learning about computers, and him as an intelligent six year old. Next to the computer was a joystick of some sorts that I tried plugging in so he could play a game of planes, but the power wasn't working. We end up talking about lucid dreaming, and he tells me that he recently had one. I recounted the one I was flying in earlier, though it doesn't occur to me I'm still dreaming.

I walk past him into a house, and enter my living room at home where my mom is currently measuring the status of her pregnancy (she isn't actually pregnant). I was surprised by the notion of being the oldest of three after the birth, especially considering my mom wanted to rush it as much as possible. By the end of her tests, she concluded the baby's heart was 7 times larger than my mother's stomach, which meant things were progressing at the expected rate. Later on I help my mom package these sushi rolls, though we used packaged meat instead of seafood. My mother wanted the rows to be placed tightly in a container, so that each row touched the meat of the other rows without folding over. I had no idea how to do this, and she remarked it as me being scared (i.e. "Don't be scared of the food" which she often says about things when she wants me to be more forceful with something).

I don't remember how I got here, but I ended up running around in my high school (circa 10th grade), and running by some people I knew. When going down the stairs, an old friend knocked down a pencil, and followed me telling me I dropped it. I thanked her and went to use the bathroom where I decided I wanted to pull a prank. In the stall I was only wearing a shirt, holding a pair of boxers and pants in my hands. Through the stall cracks I see someone that I pranked using this method, and he sees me. I'm self-conscious about being naked on the lower half, but conclude it's not a big deal and start talking to him. During this process I put on the pants. I have no idea what the prank was.

Lastly, I have an overview of Fenway Park where the Yankees (7 runs) are playing the Red Sox (6 runs). The game was close, and everyone was idolizing "Big Papi" (David Ortiz) who, though it seemed doubtful at one point, managed to get a grand slam and somehow scored all 6 runs. Everyone was cheering, and a riot of people with signs commending him was forming outside the stadium. During the 7th inning stretch (presumably), my view followed the Red Sox, and, more specifically Big Papi. Somehow he ended up standing before a podium, decked out in a confederacy uniform. This did not surprise me, nor warrant my attention- I simply made a note of it.

Considering I haven't been lucid for a good amount of time, and the night where I first post here I end up being lucid, I think this site has a lot of potential, at the very least in making me more aware of my dreams. Looking forward to more!

- Josh

Morning of June 4, 2014. Wednesday.



I am near the intersection of Loomis and Gillette Streets in Wisconsin. My wife Zsuzsanna is with me at the intersection. The two intersecting streets are partly covered with an unusual carpet that looks like Turkish angora calico cat fur. My dream self does not question the idea of a street having a loose carpet over it in some sections (or the fact that it would become dirty and worn in practically no time). I am actually lying on my left side at one point (on the southeast area of Loomis Street before intersecting with Gillette) looking at the carpet. It would be more attractive were it not for the somewhat disordered lumps and folds. The ginger, gold, cinnamon, white, darker brown, a very pleasing burnt sienna, and other shades are in a random variegation. I still see it as an attractive feature.

I am concerned, because there seems to be a small animal under the carpet that is moving about, though it seems to be bigger at times. Cars are mostly going west down Gillette Street and I am wondering if I should lift the carpet up in case the animal wanders too close to oncoming traffic. Zsuzsanna is uncertain if it is an animal, as it may be the movement of folds caused by each car as it drives over it at the center of the intersection. The animal, if it is one, sometimes almost seems to move like a snake, as there is also a slight twisting movement for a time. It may even be a large earthworm.

Eventually, after watching for several minutes, it does turn out to be an animal that had been causing the movement and odd smaller fold shifts, and the animal finally leaves the area as if perhaps he had been looking for food for a time and had not found much. It is an unusual coppery-tinted (more like a mongoose color) badger. He (I assume it is a male) comes out from under the carpet and then walks slowly west down Gillette Street. I am not very surprised but I hope that he does not get run over. The colors are a little similar to the calico cat carpet and there is extra detail in his body markings, almost like handwriting.

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An intersection is autosymbolism for neural gating that presents the potential for remaining in the dream state (or going deeper back into sleep) or waking. The carpet as it is featured here is a dream state indicator due to its nature as serving as a blanket. The badger coming out from under the blanket is an analogy to me getting out of bed. In my dream, I am on my left side, as I am oriented in reality while sleeping.

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Wow, I just remembered I had an epic dream about Tsunami again. I was surfing / or possibly in a floating house. This series of Tsunami came. The fear and awe that makes me love Tsunami dreams was here a plenty. At first I get munched up as the enormous waves break right before me and I get hit by the enormous energy of the wave. Those behind me get dumped as well, but the waves have lost a lot of their energy in foam and white water. I keep trying to go further and further out as I suspect the safest place to be is where the waves are still enormous mounds in the ocean and not fully formed yet.

Anyway the people behind me are amazed when my tactic works and I just float over these swells. I pretty happy by now about the whole deal. But then... the mother of all waves rears up on the horizon as tall as a sky scraper. I know I've had it now. The last thing I remember is this fear in the pit of my stomach as due to the size of the beast I in slow motion get sucked further and further up the mountain face of water.

Good on you my subconscious... as always entertaining.

Morning of June 4, 2014. Wednesday.



My family and I are living in some sort of composite of our present home and the one on Barolin Street. I am doing some sort of meditation and affirmation pulsing, but it seems to involve projecting or focusing down into an image rather than forward - thus I am not quite sure of the intent or effectiveness, as well as the tabletop involving about a four by four matrix of these “cards” or photographs (in possibly a random construct rather than having a particular pattern). My mother seems present for a time, and for a short time, it also seems to have Loomis Street features. My wife seems slightly annoyed by the look of the “cards” and I get the impression it may be because of a slight association with Tarot (aka “enemy cargo”), though they are not actually Tarot cards and what I am doing has nothing to do with the pointless (and spiritually problematic) system of Tarot “reading” of any kind. Still, I gather them up and think about doing something else.

I decide to go for a walk and end up walking through a changed house that almost seems like a large school. I seem to be going west as one area is still somewhat like the Barolin Street house. The stairs, however, are more complex, and I then see I had apparently been on a second floor of a building. Michelle L is there, sitting on the bottom of the stairs, but is not in a happy mood and does not seem to know who I am (or at least care) and wants to steal whatever money I may have on me (which is actually none in-dream, I think). I mentally will the gun from her hand as an unknown male is walking into the immediate area who is somewhat pimp-like in dress but may be part of a nearby gambling casino. Not much happens after this and I go on to a different scene.

This other scene involves Stadcor Street and I then seem to be in Brisbane at our old house there. A man that reminds me of Al Capone is present (and is dressed like a 1940s gangster), with a couple other gangsters. He wants to use me to help him cheat at a gambling venue (in the backyard). I am passive in this endeavor because I do not know how he will react should I say no. He might choose to shoot me if I do not go along with his scheme, but I do not really feel threatened in anyway, nonetheless.

We go out to what would otherwise be the dilapidated garage in the backyard where the old military Ford Blitz (that the land owner had bought on a whim prior to our moving there but never worked on) was in real life and partly holding up much of what was left of the garage on that side (the garage eventually collapsed in real life, missing falling on me by only seconds). The area in-dream instead has a “giant” slot machine that is somewhat like a giant metal Rolodex as well as with rock tumbler features. It is nearly as big as a car. There is one smaller section on the side that is somewhat like a trapezoid with a curved base over the edge of the front, reminding me rather loosely of part of a “giant” visor in a suit of armor. A person puts in a coin, pulls the remote lever down (which seems separate and to the left of the machine itself and just above a persons head to start) to start it up, then pulls the lever down again to stop it for the potential to “hit the jackpot” or win a smaller amount. What I do to “detect” after when the other male is to pull the lever to stop it is almost reminiscent of cracking a safe or a giant combination lock. I put my left ear to the surface of the side of it when he pulls the lever the first time. It is extremely vivid and clear and I can actually tell exactly when the particular section of the cylinder comes around inside the structure again relative to the internal weight distribution and such. However, I say “now” just a fraction of a second too soon, but this does not matter, as the man stands in the way as the lever hits him on the shoulder (almost knocking him down), delaying it exactly for the time required for the particular drivers and pins to engage in the machine itself.

A large number of gold and silver coins (I think of which are Australian two dollar coins and perhaps Australian twenty cent coins or American quarters) start pouring out onto a trough-like section of what resembles a smaller cigarette vending machine, which seems separate and perpendicular to the “giant slot machine”. The other male looks sort of dazed or “blank” to a greater degree rather than excited about winning all that money but does seem vaguely happy or amused in a short time.

For some reason, the actor Ian Somerhalder (possibly because my wife had mentioned seeing him in a show other than “Lost” the day before - “The Vampire Diaries”) comes over and informally arrests the man (he is not even dressed in any sort of uniform). Bizarrely, the Al-Capone-like character seems to be under arrest not because he did anything wrong, but because he has money. Apparently, the scene seems to imply that it is illegal to have money or the potential to buy something. I do not question the scene and I am “aware” that Ian had played Superman in a movie or television series when that is not the case.

May 11, 2014

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This dream was one of the most vivid and powerful dreams I have ever had. It was short, but it was so... wow.

I dreamed that I had just come home from the hospital after giving birth. I must have still been in high school or something, because I was living at my parents' house. My mom had taken the baby inside the house, and I walked around outside for a little while.

When I got back inside, I took my baby in my arms and walked back to my room, closing the door. I just wanted to be alone with my baby. I stood leaning on the door, and tried to feed the baby; it hadn't breastfed at the hospital, and It had made me feel so depressed. I tried now, and it still refused. I switched the my right side, and like magic, the baby started to feed. It was... It's so hard to describe how it felt. It felt so REAL.

I could feel it physically. It was the strongest feeling I've ever had. I felt all the warmth and joy and magic and mystery that a mother must feel the first time she and her baby share that intimate moment... At least, I think that's how it would feel. I won't know until I feel it for real some day. But man. It was so strong. So vivid. I even remember what the baby looked like. Every detail. It had my eyes and the same thick hair I had when I was born, but the nose and chin must have been its fathers. I remember every little pink vein in its face. I wish I remembered whether it was a boy or a girl, but I never checked (it sounds silly now, but why would I have to check if I already knew?) I hope it was a girl. but I think if it were a boy, it would be cool.



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I woke up and looked around for my baby. It was the saddest wake-up I've ever experienced. It felt like a hole had been ripped out of me, at first. It faded as the morning wore on, but I was out of it all day. Even now, in June, I feel a hole in my heart that won't be filled until I have that baby for real.

May 08, 2014

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Dream within the dream: A smurf-like girl (she was blue and had a hat) and a human boy met on a beach. It was dark and red-tinted.

I woke up from the dream within the dream, and found out a young boy was going to live with us. It was the boy from my dream. We were to protect him for a couple of years and give him tests to see if he would be ready for the prophecy that was said about him; he and that girl would save the world from a tyrannical rule.

So we moved to a small house in the middle of nowhere and gave him the series of test, all of which he passed easily.

By the time of the prophecy, we left the house in the middle of nowhere and took the boy to Grog (where ever the frack that is). It was on a beach; it felt like it was a beach in the northern side of Lake Michigan. As we passed the enemy camps to get to the beach, we were ambushed and captured, and taken to one of the tents in the center of the camp. We were tied to posts and gagged to keep us quiet.

But it turned out we had an insider there. He was a Kung Fu master, and singlehandedly laid waste to everyone there, while carrying me, still tied up. He freed us all and untied us, and we made our way to the beach as he continued to strike down everyone in our path, easily.

When we got to the beach, the sky was all prismatic and rainbow, a bit like oil gets when it spills on pavement. I got out my phone to take a picture, and I remember I was thinking only in hashtags for a good five minutes of the dream. For instance, while I was taking pictures of the rainbow oil sky, I was thinking #nofilter and #wow.

Then, the lake caught fire and the sky turned deep orange. I took a picture of that, too, and noticed a large, dark castle out in the water. There were rocky spires around it, and a giant dragon statue out of black stone at the front gate of it. There was no bridge to the castle. My mom called the castle Grog when I asked what it was.

We all turned West and walked along the beach, where we found the smurf-like girl from my dream. She stood at a big stone gate. Our boy walked up to her, smiled and hugged her as if they were old friends (even though he'd never met her before). He embraced her very awkwardly, though, too. Since he was a young boy still. They held hands and each touched the gate, which opened with a whirring sound. Some white mist gets released from behind the gate, which spreads over the whole area, lifting the fire and returning the sky to a normal sunset.

We all leave the boy and girl together, for some reason. Like they had a lot of catching up to do. Like, thousands of years of catching up to do, even though they were only 10 at most. While they talked, my family, the Kung Fu master, and I all painted bright, colorful, happy pictures over all the symbols of the tyrannical regime we could find.

April 17, 2014

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The backpacking group was getting ready for a new trip, and Ivan and I were in charge of arranging transport, and for some reason we thought it was a good idea to go by Tractor. And so, on the way to meet with some other people, we passed a barn, and he opened the door and offered me a genuine tractor ride. We got into the tractor, and started down the road toward the meeting place.

But we got pulled over by a cop, who ended up being one of my friends, Tish. She spoke in a heavy northern Spain accented German (she doesn't speak German in the Waking world) and I was so surprised to see her, and started chatting with her. We talked in German and she told me she had only pulled us over because she saw me and wanted to mess with me. "I won't give you a ticket, but I will check your trunk, just in case," she said, winking. She walked to the back, opened the truck, and gave Ivan the thumbs up to keep driving. When we catch up to the others in out group, we drive past them in the Tractor, taunting them and bragging about our shiny red tractor.

Then, we go to some sort of conference for Tractor drivers. The tractor had turned into a sort of Code Geass suit for two. We listened to a speaker, though I can't remember what the talk was about. This woman siting next to us asked us a really religious question. I was taking notes on a graphing calculator.

Then I woke up.

April 15, 2014

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This dream is all fragments but it was so random.

I was in a class and forgot my materials, but apparently that had happened many times before. I still got the answers right so I got to stay in class.

One of my German teachers, Andy, was the teacher of that class, and we were all speaking German.

After class I got into a dice fight with a classmate; he was my adopted brother I think?
We were literally throwing huge dice at each other and swearing vehemently.

April 10, 2014

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The Backpacking group and I went to Vienna. At first, it was just Zukin and I watching a Miyazaki film; I was sitting on a dresser for some reason. Once the movie had finished (it made me cry, I remember), the rest of the group joined us and we went and roamed about the town. At some point later in the night, everyone else wanted to get Ice Cream, but I had to get back to my family; I was actually there with my family. My grandpa had bought a condo in Vienna and we were all visiting. The backpacking group had just happened to be there as well (because it's perfectly normal for 9 people to randomly all decide to go to Vienna at the same time right?)

I knew where I was going, so I split from the group in a large, unlit parking lot that looked more like downtown Detroit than it did Vienna; I went right while they went more left. I remember it being a little scary at first, but then I came to a lit and busy, high-end street. It was the street my grandpa had his condo on, and so I turned left and walked up the street to get back to his place.

As I approached his building, I ran back into the group; it turned out they had decided to go to a Hot-Tub Ice Cream Parlor on the ground floor of my grandpa's condo building (don't ask me what my sleeping mind thought was normal about a hot-tub ice cream parlor). You know how cafes often have tables out on the sidewalk when the weather is nice? Well this place had hot tubs right out on the sidewalk. I decided to join them after all since it was so close to my grandpa's place, and Stussy and Josh jumped right into an empty tub, clothes and all on.

I told them I needed to go up and get my swimsuit, though, and went into the building. The bellboys recognized me and let me through just fine, pointing me to the elevators since I didn't really remember where they were (it had been my first time there in a long time)

The elevator ride was fracking scary. It was a large elevator, like a freight one. My grandpa was on the 97th out of 100 floors, and around the 10th floor, the elevator started to jerk and shake. It was a long ride, and around floor 80, I thought the whole elevator would break lose and fall. I finally reached the right floor and ran out of the elevator. Then I had trouble finding the right apartment. For some reason, Ivan had come up and found me then. We both went off and eventually found Bob and Erik, and they pointed us in the right direction. We found the right room, and for some reason the key was a toothpick. I opened the door and greeted my family; my grandpa wasn't there yet, but one of my aunts from the other side of the family was, for some reason. My mom was in a hot tub in the middle of the living room (I think this part of Vienna had a weird obsession with hot tubs). I asked her where she'd put my suitcase, and she told me it was in one of the bathtubs (to which I was like WTF). I left Ivan out in the living room and went to change into my swimsuit. I woke up as I was pulling off my shorts and someone was opening the door. Who was it??

We shall never know.

April 04, 2014

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I was a male farmer, and was for some reason put into jail. I was in a solitary confinement, too. I must have done something pretty bad. But I can't remember what it was. I kept flirting with the guards, who were also mostly male. I get the feeling I was House (the Television Doctor, yes) for some reason. Maybe I started the dream as House and morphed into a Farmer as I often do during my dreams (well, not to farmers. I change form quite often in my dreams. Maybe it's just multiple dreams weaving into each other).

Anyways, I was always trying to escape. At some point, when I was getting my dinner, the two guards who brought it to me were new, and looked young and stupid. They opened the barred door to give me my food, and I shouted "Oh thank GOD you guys are here! The bastard stole my clothes and ran off! He went that way!" I pointed down the hall, from whence they'd come. "You gotta go get him before he escapes for real! Don't worry, I'll watch the door."

And they were all grateful and went off after "me."

So escaping was really easy. I left, walked down the hall, and down the stairs to the front door. It turned out the prison was actually at the top floor of a mall. The security guards at the front door didn't even look at me as I exited the building.

Once I'd turned a corner, I started to run down the street. I jogged as far as I could and found a delicious looking food joint. It was run by this really sweet old lady, who gave me some blueberries when I asked for some and explained I didn't have any money because I'd just gotten out of jail on good behavior. She gave me a glass of water, too.

But I left, because I was suspicious of her. She started looking at me funny, so I thought she had called the cops. I thought she might have seen me on TV on a breaking news report or something. And so I continued jogging away, and got a text from a friend asking how I was. I was about to reply when I woke up.

March 20, 2014

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I was with the Backpacking group again, plus a few extra people. I know for sure that Bob and Erik were there. There may have been one or two other people, as well, but I forgot who they were or if they were there.

We were all going on some trails around a mountain. The thing is, they all had obstacles or puzzles to get past them. The first one I remember had a really steep incline that was hard to climb on your own. There were stairs along the side of it, but the stairs were unstable and slanty, and there was no handrail. We made it past that one, and came up to a monorail type chairlift thing. While getting on, we had to split off so one person from our group (I am pretty sure it was Bob) was left to get on the next tram-thing. We had already decided which stop to get off at, so we weren't too worried about losing each other.

What we hadn't accounted for was that the transporter was super fast and getting off was a bit of a chore. The way it worked was that you couldn't really see where you were, but you had to mentally decide when to get off of it and just hope it was the right stop. I shouted for when to exit, and we ended up in a deserted cottage in a glum and misty mountain clearing. I had a REALLY strong sense of deja vú here. I think I may have dreamed of this place before, but I can't be sure. We had gotten off the transport a stop too early, and this place was the one place we hadn't wanted to be.

It was dark and creepy and abandoned. Rundown. Dusty. Everything was dim and gray. We all stood there for a moment, and then I went outside to inspect the area, but all these zombies and monsters were coming to life all around me. Every direction I turned, there were things coming to get me. It got cold all of a sudden.

Then, Ivan grabbed my shoulder and we went back inside, and the monsters all dissolved back into the ground. We tried to get out of there, but eventually Bob found us. He said he'd gotten off at the right stop, but we weren't there, and he'd assumed we had gotten off a stop too early.

We eventually figured out the trick to that "trail," though I can't remember what it was. We found ourselves back on a normal trail, and I pulled out a map of the area to find out where we needed to go to get to where we had planned on going before the mishap wit the transporter.

From there on out the dream is blurry. I remember fragments where Jasmine was there, but I don't know whether they were in the beginning or at the end of the dream. I feel like it was before the very steep part, and only for a moment, as she was in a passing group going the other direction. She was with a guy, who I assume was her boyfriend.

March 17, 2014

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My family and I were on a long road trip; I can't remember where we were headed, though. I only really remember one part of this dream; we were driving through a wooded area in the mountains, and suddenly the road lead us to a bridge that had broken away years ago. We were stumped for a while, but we found a pile of good lumber nearby; it looked like people had been getting ready to rebuild the bridge but has suddenly stopped, leaving all the lumber there years ago. It was old lumber, gray, but still good and strong.

So we rebuilt the bridge. Bob, Erik and I did the work while mom and dad tried to find people or a place to stay for the night in case we didn't finish in time.

The scenery was really vivid, but hard for me to describe;
it was wooded mountains (it reminded me of Mirkwood forest from the Hobbit) like I said before, but at the same time it was also a bit like a desert mountain with lots of spikes of red rock and arches under which the road wound.