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I have a long, meandering dream which ends with me being shot. As everything fades to black, I think with some frustration, "I hope my next dream is better." I become lucid.

I'm in a supermarket. I shout out "I'm lucid!" and start running down the aisle. I slap a 12-year-old kid in the back of the head for no reason, then slow down. I know if I get too excited, I'll lose lucidity. I look behind me and maybe apologize, but the kid doesn't bother me.

I try the "hand examination" method of dream stabilization and look at my hands. They're a mess. Three fingers on one hand, the other has fingers blinking in and out of existence. I keep focusing, trying to will them to become normal, but it doesn't happen. Soon, the dream fades to black. (Unsure if this was part of the same dream or an exit, or if it matters).

I find myself in the void and attempt to spin out of it. I spin slowly at first but nothing happens, so I decide to spin faster. I find myself in the kitchen of my childhood home, where the original long dream started. In the dream, I label this as a false awakening and think, "this makes sense because I tried to WILD from here."

I look at my hands again to stabilize. They're still a wreck but may look a little better. However, they're not returning to normal and I fear the dream will end soon.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a fish statue I recognize from my house, except here it's painted bright red. I decide to throw it through the family room window. I first do a nose-pinch RC to ensure I'm dreaming, and I am. I head towards the fish and wake up.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

From Wednesday, 7/9/14.

I'm in the air force and our CO takes us to another base. The CO there is insane. He orders ours to leave and forces us onto some kind of thrill-ride-like trainer, where he says we'll "do backspins until we pass out."

While on the ride, I'm reading notes on some folded paper. I finish just before the ride ends and note that it's actually pretty fun. I regret not being more aware for it. As we walk off, I'm headed towards the attendant and wonder if she'll let me ride again. "Of course she will," I think. "I'm dreaming."

I run up to her and announce "I'm having a lucid dream."

"I know," she says, sounding gleeful to be in on the secret.

I start rubbing my hands to stabilize, saying, "I'm rubbing my hands to stabilize the dream."

Then I decide to go exploring. I walk down a hallway with a black and white checked tile floor when my vision starts blurring, like my contacts are falling out. I stop and try to rub my hands again, but the blurring continues. I consider spinning, but decide against it, and soon the dream ends.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Morning of July 15, 2014. Tuesday.



I am seemingly in the living room in Cubitis (middle childhood home), but it is somewhat distorted in layout. An unknown taller, slimmer older lady with mostly lighter gray hair and I think wire-rim glasses is there in the southeast area and I am at some sort of table or desk in the southwest area, but closer to the hallway entrance. She seems to be either some sort of teacher or just there to watch and comment on what I am doing or supposedly learning.

There was a lot more to this dream but it was quite distorted and involved quite a bit of in-dream reading. I am, at one point near the ending - reading a page near the front of a large book with two main aspects or ingredients that are supposed to be part of some sort of concoction relating to something like magic or developing some sort of more focused insight or greater success in upcoming endeavors. There is a word or name that is something like “Agnatha”, which in reality relates to silver lampreys (eels). After that is some some sort of abbreviation that reads exactly as “aN” (lowercase a followed immediately by uppercase N) which is supposed to mean “silver” or be a symbol for silver in my dream but is not correct. The actual symbol for silver is Ag, which is curious, as that is the beginning of “Agnatha” (the next syllable being “an” in reverse).

Apparently, “Natha” also relates to a Buddhist deity as well as a sect: “Natha, religious movement of India whose members strive for immortality by transforming the human body into an imperishable divine body” - which loosely seems to relate to one part of the in-dream book mentioned above. None of this was on my mind in any way, though I have taught chemistry in the recent past. Typical layered composite “gibberish” for this dream-type.

Just realized that Agnatha could be written as AgNaThA, which would be one atom of silver, sodium - and isotope Thorium A whatever that would produce.

I'm walking through a neighborhood with my sister. There's a family, with a young, blonde girl, in front of us; we pass them. We see a house with two connected motor homes parked in front. There are middle aged women in bikinis on the front lawn, organizing things.
Now, we have arrived at the beach. The sand looks soft and bright, the water sparkling and clear. I slip out of my flip flops and take off my shirt and get it.
There is a picnic bench in the water with a lot of kids sitting on it. I want to set up on the beach, but my sister wants to set up on the table.
We are on the table and it is spinning. I go underwater and hold on to the table.
Now, I am to the left of the table, spinning the little blonde girl on a tube. She is having fun.

I'm walking barefoot through a dark neighborhood. I am trying to get to a Suice Silence concert (even though I don't like them as much as I used to) but am a bit lost. I look at a GPS, see where I am and need to go, and feel stupid for making a stupid mistake. Now, at 5:00 - the start of the show - I'm approaching town. I see my uncle walking around.

7/14/14

Last night bed at midnight, exhausted from 2 jobs. Wanted to just take a nap and continue working. But woke up at 7 am.

Remembered 2 dreams. Seriously considered not writing one of them down, maybe would be better forgotten. Was not bad as in nightmare, I wasn't scared, but it was extremely uncomfortable. If I find out it was a result of my cat snuggling up to me again...

DR
So someone put a snake in my left chest. It's big. All coiled and twisted up. Everytime I move, it moves and stirrs. Tightens the coils, adjusts, moves a bit. So I stop moving, I'm barely even breathing now. But even then it moves a bit. God, i hate it. Someone is suppose to come to take it out. Now I'm looking into a room through a window. I see a man, holding a 4 ft long dead snake. Looks like he is gutted.

DR 2
I'm at work. Nobody is there though, only customers. Standing at a checkout, but lane is closed. No cashier. I'm there, trying to fix some gizmo, but I'm not a cashier. They are growing inpatient.

7/12/14

I am on a plane, looking down on the passing ground far below. The ground looks muddy, brown and boulder strewn. Either the sides and floor of the plane are transparent or I am able to see through the opaqueness. I am seated on the floor of the plane, not a seat. I have the feeling that my mom is on the plane with me, possibly in a seat behind me, however I am not sure as my recollection is spotty.

As the plane begins to descend, a large hill, of the same consistency as the surrounding ground, suddenly appears. The plane skims over it and may have ever so slightly hit it (spotty recollection). Many of the passengers on the plane freak out as this happens. I myself am calm and serene while this happens. I know, somehow, that we wouldn't crash and that the danger was not real or immanent (slight lucidity?).

The plane lands in what I vaguely think is a layover in Alaska. The passengers head to this bar-club-restaurant(?) owned by the pilot. There is an outside bar with an overhang connected to the main building surrounded by vague Alaskan forest (no snow as far as I can remember). The outside bar is moderately crowded, the inside looking more so.

I am at the outside bar looking at their beer menu. The menu is a single page, white paper and laminated/plastic-covered. I think that it is a pretty decent selection with Abita, Palm and a few others that I don't recall, however nothing really interests me. An older women walks out of the inside portion of the building and strolls to the outside bar, directly next to me. She is holding a drink, possible two in her hand(s). She asks if I am getting the vodka, presumably what she is drinking, and tells me it is great. I then ask, either the bartender or women (poor recollection) if they had a *Moscow Mule. I remember nothing else.

*I found out about the drink and tried making it at home a few days ago (real life).

Dream 1
I see ANW, and he's putting a dish in the dog bowl. He mentions his putting some nutrients in the bowl, which helps get the fluoride out of it. I tell him it's got distilled water in it anyways.

The bowl is now the size of a baby pool and has distilled waters in it. Rex is trying to get his paws over the ledge to have a drink. I help him out by lifting the bowl down a little. Rex decides to jump in the bowl instead and lay down in it. He's loving it and putting his head under the water with no care in the world. I lift his head out of the water a bit to make sure he doesn't choke on water. I give him a bit of a bath while he's in there while he's enjoying himself.

I see that the bowl is empty now and can see the left over dirt from the water at the bottom of the bowl. I take it over to the bath and give it a wash.

Dream 2
Recorded at 9.00am

I'm at a house and shooting a shot gun at people in a house. It's a game so no one will die for real. Im on a killing spree and one shotting everyone I see. I'm now up against Daryl and I'm shooting him but he isn't dying. Im trying my hardest to bob and weave out of the way of his bullets. Waiting for my gun to auto reload was nerve racking as all I could do is pray that I didn't get shot.

We eventually stop trying to shoot each other and talk. I hear someone coming towards the door and I get passed a pistol off of Daryl. I point the gun at the person, which is an innocent old lady. Either myself or someone else threatens her as she stands there with a gun pointed at her head. I notice it's dark outside as she leaves the house. She walks over to another cabin and knocks on the window. It looks as if she's trying to alarm someone about what just happened.

We decide to leave the area. I see that we are on the oval of range bank. My brother is with us and is running as quick as he can with a young kid on his shoulders. I tell him to be careful in case he fell and the kid got hurt. He looked as if he was going so quick that he was running unsteadily. I start thinking about if this was a dream but nothing clicks for me to realise I'm actually dreaming.

We scale some sign posts and I think about the fun of being a kid without all this technology and how much better it was then the fun kids have these days. I try out a little trick out on the pole and see if I can get my body horizontal while still holding onto the bar. To my surprise I was doing It with ease. I showed my brother and was hoping he would try.

I tried WBTB, but instead every time I woke up and went to bed I had a short dream, in which I remember only about three of them.

1. I was battling a giant monster, after its defeat it turned into a human. My friend was a medium and tried contacting Albert Einstein's spirit to 'prank call' him.

2. Going to camp, we had to wear our sport uniform. Teacher forgot I was present and though I'd gone missing. Camp never happened just school. I skate out of school (without a skateboard, I was floating, like on a hover board, so I was technically flying - which is a dream sign. DAMN IT!). Jumping was float-like (dream sign. Damn).

3. Person from school was watching an anime and I got 'sucked' into the screen and was a part of it. We all lived/stayed at a giant house/mansion. My cats were there, Ollie (cat) turned into a kid, found Badger (cat) in a pond outside the house, swimming. Sims game turned into reality, I turned into a horse from the game and escaped the home and ended up at a school oval. I soon turned into Lucy Heartfillia (from Fairy Tail) and got called trashy names so I turned into a lost child and ended back at the house/mansion. Flying? Climbing walls like Spiderman. Suddenly at camp in some sort of hall. Neck touching game with Lisa Simpson there (we had to have hands on the people sitting beside us, sitting in a circle, and if they caught the prize the two people would have to tickle their necks and if they 'let go' and they would vibrate and lose the prize), somehow we had four arms, because two were on the necks of the people sitting next to me and two was reaching out for the prize.

One group weren't allowed 'camp' maids (we were staying at a fancy place) because they didn't fill out a diary we had to do (probably a subconscious thought about my DJ).

July 14, 2014

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During the night, I only have vague impressions that I had a clip-board. I have no idea why or even what the clip-board was like.



Then I took a 1.5 hour nap at 4:00, after my yet-again-long day as a teaching intern, and had this dream:

I was at the elementary school in which I am an intern for summer classes, and we were all in our class after the kids had left. Most of my actual cohort-mates were there, but a few of them were replaced with guys (IRL there's only one guy in the cohort). I was aiming for one of them, and hoping that another of them would end up with one of my friends (we'll call this other one George for now, since he comes in later).

The day was done and I decided to take a nap before heading home; so I curled up in one of the empty classrooms and dreamed that I was a prostitute on my first night on the job. When I woke up, I was thinking that I needed some money, and being a prostitute wouldn't be all that bad, anyways. So I went down the street to the Prostitution Center (which doesn't exist IRL) and asked to fill out a form to apply for work.

The secretary there didn't seem to like me; she noticed the hours I was logging in as "previous experience" and made some snide comment that I don't quite remember. She also noticed my class ring and rolled her eyes. Part of the job was that we had to lift three boxes of supplies per day, at the main building; they received shipments daily of things like condoms, kinky roleplay outfits, and silk and lace. Just before I was going to get taken on a tour of the facilities, I heard the beeping of a truck backing up, and then a few men came in with said boxes, placing them at the door. Two scantily clad women walked in on stilettos and each lifted a box, taking them beep inside the building. I saw those high heels and panicked for a moment.

"I'm not going to have to wear those heels, am I? I'll die, or kill a client or something."
The secretary shook her head, and led me to a door behind the counter. She opened it, and I followed her into a large factory-like room with concrete floors and tape lines to guide people and machinery. I didn't ask what they did in this room, but I assumed it was some fantasy- or fetish-room, for men who liked that sort of thing. The secretary pointed to another door on the opposite side and paused to inspect something or other. I went to the door, and opened it, holding it open and waiting for the secretary. I think she warmed up to me with that. She thanked me and we continued with the tour. The new room was an office-building; cubicles and photocopiers in dark corners and a whole row of boss's offices, doors shut and blinds pulled. Another fetish-room?

We exited that room into the open. There was another building in the business, so we would take the company's advertizing vehicle there. It was a dump-truck. But the bed of the dump-truck was a huge mattress (I didn't realize how hilariously punny that was until I woke up and texted Zukin about it, HAHAHA). The secretary gestured for me to hop into the bed, while she got into the cockpit. I felt vulnerable and exposed on the mattress, and to my horror, we were going to pass the school to get to the other building. I tried to hide my face, especially when I saw that some of the kids were actually still there, waiting for parents or perhaps a late bus. One of the kids was one of my rising 3rd graders, and I prayed she wouldn't see me. It was then that I decided that I probably shouldn't be a prostitute, because I was going to be a teacher, and it wouldn't look good.

As we approached the T-intersection where we'd turn right, I noticed a bit of a jam; the bus had gotten there, but the road was being blocked by a sudden accident, and the bus was having to get out of the jam by going around the left edge of the road, behind the trees which separated the road from a large drop (apparently we were on a high hill). I was impressed by this feat of maneuvering on the bus-driver's part, but I waved to the secretary and asked, "Sooo... What if I decided I don't really want to do this anymore?"

She just smiled and turned right, as if heading to the other building, but turned around in the driveway of the school, and dropped me off at the main building again. "So can we just go back in there and shred this application? Those hours I logged were a dream, anyways." I asked, glad that she understood.

"No problem. I'll do it for you even, so you don't have to go back in." I handed her the application, which I'd torn in half, and smiled.

"Thanks!"

She honked goodbye and drove off into the industrial parking lot of the main building. Since I didn't have my car, I went to the nearest bus stop, and as I walked, the world slowly shifted into an anime-ish world. A few of my cohort-mates were sitting at the bus stop when I got there. Apparently they had also just decided not to be prostitutes. We all started gossiping about the guys in our class. "So, George, right? He should totally be with *insert name of freind (not sure which one it was haha)*, right?" I said, and the other two looked at me, incredulous.

"Dude, no. He totally has a crush on you. It's pretty obvious." One of them said.

"What? Noooo." I laughed and shook my head.

"No, really. He watches you a lot, actually. You should tap that. He's got the looks AND the personality."

I thought about George, and smiled a little. He was pretty handsome... I decided to switch my target to him, and hope that my friend got with my original target.

Then I woke up because Zukin texted me (haha! It was right before my alarm was going to go off anyways, though)

07/13/14 DILD I spent some time working on animation. I used charectors from "American Dad" as I have been watching that lately. I actually created a perfect 2d rendering of Franie, but found moving her with intent to be clunky. Not bad on the graphics ut need work on the actaul animation.