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Took an afternoon nap today at about 2, woke up at 3ish really hot with no recalled dreams. I stripped down to my underwear and took off the covers. I had my hands crossed over my head when I began to feel a tingling sensation in my hands. This soon spread to my legs, and I began to feel a buzzing in my head. I heard a noise get louder like a large sliding garage door slamming shut. I then began feeling like I was rocking side to side in my bed. I kept rocking more and more, until I fell out of my bed. I got up and did a RC, and I was dreaming. I was wrapped up in my covers, so I tried to pull them off, much to no avail. I tried to remind myself more and more that I was dreaming, but I finally got sick and tired of it, and just teleported out from under the covers.

I was then in another room of my house. I tried going out the back door and running outside several times, but each time I kept somehow ending up back in a different room of my house. I spend so much time here IWL that I keep getting dragged back, I thought. No matter. I kind of summoned a portal in the wall and ran through it, and ended up in the sanctuary of my church. Better than nothing, I guess.

Recently, I have been catching up on Hyu's Dream Journal. His posts were really an inspiration for me to take my lucid dreaming seriously, and I highly encourage you to read them if you haven't already. Hyu has several recurring dream characters, each with a unique personality and appearance. Most of my DCs are fairly flat and don't even really do much in my lucids. So, I figured, it's about time I made some friends with some DCs and got them to show up more consistently in my dreams. The first DC I wanted to make friends with, I decided, had to be a girl. I kind of wanted one that I was very attracted to, kind of love at first sight, and had a great personality. It's a dream, I thought, so at least I have a shot...

I was in the sanctuary of my church, although the entire place had the old ugly red carpet that we had a few years back. There were lots of people everywhere, mostly older (kind of like the actual congregation of my church...). I knew the right one had to be here somewhere. I kind of called out to the dream to get everyone to leave except the one I was looking for. I stood in the doorway as everyone passed me. I kind of scanned the crowd as they passed, looking for someone - anyone - that would be good. My eyes randomly focused on a few females, but I rejected most of them. Too old. Too fat. Not pretty enough. Pretty sure that one would be pedophilia. Too short. Before I knew it, the crowd was gone, with no one left. I kind of walked around, hoping to find someone in the building, but to no avail. I walked back to the main sanctuary, where several people suddenly appeared and kind of swarmed me, wanting some kind of help. I pushed them back and walked away angrily, shouting, "Screw you guys. Y'all aren't even real...".

I walked out the door and into this hospital hallway. I walked through a couple doors, somehow ending up in the same spot as before. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around to see this brown-haired girl, 5'10"ish, probably 4.5/10, motioning me to follow her. She didn't say much, but instead just started to walk away. I quickly followed behind her. Well, not really love at first sight, but, meh, maybe she's got a good personality.

We walked a ways before I spoke up. "So, you must be my dream guide today, huh?"
"Yeah, you could say that, I guess."
Could I file a complaint with whoever made that decision?
"Are you going to tell me where we're going?"
"No, not really."
This is going greeaaaat...

We walked through a couple more hallways until we arrived in this fairly large room, with white walls and a tall popcorn ceiling. There wasn't really anything interesting here.

"So, what are we doing h-"
I turned around, and she wasn't there. At first, it felt like she led me to some kind of trap, but the door was still wide open, so I guess I could have left. I first looked around and called out for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Meh, it's probably for the best, I thought. Anyway, time to actually do something productive in this lucid. I took off to fly in this room, but went up too high too fast and slammed my head on the ceiling.

I woke up back in my house on the couch in just my underwear. Wait, I went to my bed for my nap, so why am I down here? I did a quick RC and found myself dreaming again. After the previous failure to connect with my DC, I figured doing anything would be nice at this point. I was in my underwear, so I figured "Off with it!". I took it off and figured I'd do the Basic I TOTM. I opened the door and ran outside, but then realized I had already done that task. I tried to remember the other tasks, but the only one I could think of was the junk food one. I went out to my backyard and found a massive, conveniently-placed bag of chips. I opened it up to find mini pretzels and Doritos (a strange combination, yes, but meh). I grabbed a handful, and almost got it to my mouth, but it disappeared before I could eat it. "Darn, I was hungry." I tried grabbing another handful, but the dream quickly destabilized.

I woke up back in my bed. I took off my sleep mask, looked at the clock, and saw it was 4:20 (blaze it... jk). I only had one thought in my head.

"I forgot to ask her her name..."

Ports and my DG
Lucid #6

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I find myself in a beautiful setting. I am at a port at sunset. Everything is covered in an orange glow. I have the feeling of being chased but forget about it. I get lucid. I meet a mexican looking man, not like a real mexican but the stereotypical mexican dude. He tells me that he is my DG. I tell him to inform me everytime I am dreaming in order to get me lucid. I ask him if we are in my subconcious and he answer We are at a place!. I ask him if everything is safe and he tells me that there are dangerous thing who could watch us, but everything I get worried about is that they are gonna watch me have sex in my lucids

Ritual: wtb 3:15am, last wbtb 9:15am, woke 10:38am, SSILD: WILD

Last sleep, last chance. It was already 9:15am, but since I'd gone to bed so late, and all my previous attempts that night had been without real motivation and had resulted in falling asleep before completing a single cycle, figured I could try once more. SSILD: tempted to mix it with other techniques, but if I was going test this properly, ought to do it straight up. My timing was messy and uneven, but remembered that was okay. Did maybe three cycles on my back, uneven length, afraid of waking myself up too much, given that it was already mid-morning, so turned on my side and prepared to let myself sleep. A few times I ran through the cycles very lightly and quickly, just to get back in touch with my senses. At some point in this process the cat jumped on the bed. I was getting closer to sleep but figured I could work with this if he settled down and didn't just start yelling. Fortunately he decided to sleep on me, and I was able to work that sensation into my rotation. I wasn't cycling regularly, just randomly once in a while when I felt I might be losing touch.

I must have been already dreaming without knowing it, because I thought I was only thinking, and it never occurred to me that the presence of sustained visuals suggested otherwise. I was replying to posts on some online forum made my a friend—nothing to do with DV, no one even connected with dreaming, just an old friend I haven't talked to in a while (AS). He was posting something about falling asleep a certain way and used an acronym like "TILD," and I wanted to reply snarkily with something like, "Does TILD stand for 'talking to yourself in bed'?" At the time, I was convinced this phrase perfectly fit the acronym, so I was apparently already touched by dream logic. So I was trying to type out my reply, and I simply could not type "TILD" properly. I tried over and over, and my fingers kept slipping and hitting everything else on the keyboard. Technical difficulties like this are one of my dream signs, but since I was convinced I was still awake, it didn't occur to me to RC. On the contrary, I thought I was having this trouble typing because I was getting too sleepy! This was precisely the opposite of a false awakening: instead of losing dream awareness by believing I had woken up, on the contrary, I failed to realize I was dreaming because I thought I hadn't fallen asleep yet! (If there's no acronym for this yet, I propose FFA for "false falling asleep," as it pairs well with the more familiar term FA.)

Around then the music started. I could hear a Pixies song. At the time I was sure that it was a song I knew, and it was playing perfectly down to the last note, even though I hadn't heard it in years. (I can't remember now what song it was, if it was indeed a real one.) I knew the music wasn't coming from outside me, and figured it must just be hypnagogic activity. The whole time until now I had been aware of lying in my bed, which was part of the reason I thought that I hadn't quite fallen asleep yet. After the Pixies song played in its entirety and then concluded, a new song started. This one intrigued me even more, because I was sure it was a song I had never heard before. It was lively enough to make a good follow-up to the Pixies, but the singer had an accent that sounded African. It reminded me of the song "Rise" by Seun Kuti, one that I downloaded free from Amazon and put on my running mix—but I'm not familiar with his other work. This song, like one before it, was crystal clear... like so often before I regretted that I am not more musical in waking life, because I felt sure if I were musically literate I could wake up and recreate it. But I didn't feel like rousing myself and trying to hum the melody into my iPhone when I hadn't even gotten to sleep yet.

WILD: At some point around here the transition finalized, and I realized, hang on, I think I am asleep now! I'm in my dream body! I could probably just 'get up' without disrupting anything... so I got out of bed, and even though everything felt extremely lifelike, there was a lightness to my body that I was sure meant I was dreaming. I was impressed how bright and clear everything was, and how mobile I felt, unlike a lot of WILDs where it's dark at first and I'm crawling over the carpet trying to get traction. But perhaps integration wasn't perfect yet, because hardly had I gotten out of bed when I was disturbed by a loud rhythmic noise that threatened to disrupt the dream state and wake me. At first I thought it must be the mailman knocking on the door, because I'm expecting a package. But as it continued without abating, I realized it must actually be construction on the house up the hill. How foolish it was, I chided myself, to do my dream practice so late in the morning! The world wakes up and starts making loud noises; at least during the night it is quieter. (RL: It turns out there's nothing at the door and no construction going on outside, so despite these very reasonable hypotheses about bleedthrough stimuli, the sound appears to have been largely or entirely internal.)

The sound was extremely disruptive and I felt alarmingly close to being woken by it. But I had just gotten into a perfectly good dream and had no wish to lose it so soon (like that time recently when I was woken from an otherwise fantastic WILD by my own snoring—come to think of it, this is another possible culprit for the sound!) How can I deal with this and remain in the dream? The answer occurred instinctively: dance! So I started dancing to the noise. It was a bit like dancing to the sound of hammers, and my dance was correspondingly jerky and spasmodic, but it did the trick! After a while I felt that the dreamstate was no longer threatened, so I paused and looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. Once again, as in the last SSILD, I was impressed how much like my waking self I looked: the hair was different, shorter, but the same face, same eyes. I smiled at myself and could see the smile in the reflection. Interestingly, even though it was a full-length mirror, I have no conception of what I might have been wearing. I wasn't curious about it at the time I was looking, so I have no impression of it now. If I had to guess, I would suppose it was a loose white summer dress of the sort I've been wearing around the house lately (I don't wear these to bed though).

Even though I had come to terms with the noise, it was still loud and annoying, so I decided to leave the bedroom and move deeper into the house, hopefully away from it. It might have diminished slightly by the time I got to the kitchen, but only a little, so I keep walking through to the living room. I notice my fluffiest down comforter is heaped up on the couch for some reason. I pull it off, and as the folds of cloth open I see the dark silhouette of a butterfly within them. I am momentarily confused: is butterfly a dream figment, or is it real? That is, just as I thought the sound might have a source in waking life, it didn't seem improbable at that moment that a butterfly might have accidentally made it into the house. Dream logic prevented me from realizing that, even were that so, how would I realize it when I was asleep in my bed? The butterfly flutters up and flies into the kitchen, so I follow it. Around this time I am too distracted to notice the noise anymore, being completely engrossed in the butterfly. When I enter the kitchen, I notice that in place of the little black one I followed, about the size of an ordinary monarch, there are now two very large butterflies, their wingspans about 16 to 18 inches across. One is slightly larger than the other, a very pale greenish yellow. The other one has the same base color, but its wings have black borders.

I am reminded of the task I had been intending to work on next, "creo animál." However, it seems that the dream has jumped the gun and already created the animal for me, so I roll with it and decide to experiment with "rego animál" instead—apparently forgetting I've already done this one numerous times. I know I should try "intellego animál," as I've never tried anything with that technique, but I'm not sure how to go about it, so I decide to put it off until later. I hold out my hand and command "Rego animál," focusing on the larger, lighter-colored butterfly and intending for it to land on my hand. The butterflies flit around and ignore me. I try again. Doesn't work. What's the problem? They are "animals," aren't they? I mean, in the broad sense of the term, I'm pretty sure insects count. Do I need the "auram" sphere for this, as they are creatures of the air? But I've worked with wind before—I've found it quite straightforward to conjure all the elements directly—yet somehow this is harder. I'm forgetting all the times I have commanded animals very easily in other dreams, and am probably just making it harder for myself by all the Ars Magica rigamarole, but truth be told I like rigamarole... it's more stylish and satisfying than just making things happen in a perfunctory way. I conclude that the main problem is that I'm just not putting enough focus into my intent, and so the third time I sing the command. For some reason, I always get the best results in dreams when I sing to shape them, and sure enough, now the butterfly comes over and lands on my proffered hand.

What next? I walk the few steps back into the living room, and command the butterfly to fly up again and go land on the small table by the window on the other side of the couch. Again, it takes me a couple tries, but the butterfly finally obeys. As it lands there, it turns into a young light-haired woman. I am distracted from this transformation by a young blonde man who is now at my side. He is not the second butterfly, the one with black-bordered wings: around this time she transforms into a dark-haired woman who is standing near the closet. With all this transformation going on, I am inspired to try "Muto animál," so I direct this command to the young man, intending for him to turn into a butterfly. He stands there looking a bit obstinate or confused, so I sing the command in what I intend to be a very persuasive manner, and he finally complies—sort of. He lies down on his right side in a fetal position. He is not lying on the floor, but on some platform a few feet high that doesn't exist in RL (there would just be a wall there). He produces a bundle of red yarn that he stretches along the length of his spine. I watch, waiting for the transformation, but nothing happens. I command him again, and he respond that he is doing his best, but that it will take a very long time—maybe up to a year!—because the timing isn't right.

It's possible that the guy is just dicking me around, but he seems sincere, and he does offer that he could transform more easily into a goat. (OMG! I hadn't even realized until I wrote this that my first SSILD also involved a goat... odd coincidence, as I don't remember dreaming of goats under any other circumstances.) I say that this would be fine, so he gets back up, discards the red yarn, and transforms at once into a brown goat of ordinary size. He warns me that when he is a goat, he speaks in a strange high voice—which seems contradictory at first, because he has already turned into a goat and is still speaking in the same voice as before. However, after delivering the warning, his voice does change. From his description of a "high voice," I was expecting him to start speaking in falsetto, but instead he sounds more cartoonish, like his voice has been sped up. With his new voice he introduces himself to me, telling me his name is "Hemm." I find myself wondering how this is spelled. I imagine it with two 'mm's, but having only heard it spoken, I can't be sure. Should I ask? Well it can't hurt, and might help me remember the name better. "Is that spelled H-E-M or H-E-M-M?" I inquire. He replies that there's no way to know: he was just a blacksmith's son and never saw it written down.

I realize that I should get the names of everyone in the room, because then I'll be able to write a more detailed report when I wake up. So I turn and ask the girl sitting on the small table, formerly the pale butterfly. She tells me her name is "Anna." She is now holding a painting, a vertical rectangle about 24x36 inches, and turns it around to show me the back. "And his name was 'Jakachibe', he was a Japanese thief." I gather that the guy she mentions is represented on the front of the painting, but I barely had time to glimpse the image before she turned it around, and now she is just showing me the back of the canvas, where something like 'Jakachibe' is written in large sloppy pencil letters on a wooden crossbar. I say "something like" because the transliteration of the name is even worse than what I've rendered here—there was another 'h' in it somewhere, maybe even a 'q', something more like "Jaqhachibe," but I can't remember precisely—and I have to bite my tongue to refrain from telling her that "Jaqhachibe" doesn't sound like a proper Japanese name and even if it were, it certainly wouldn't be spelled that way in English. I just smile and nod, then turn to the dark-haired woman who has continued to stand by quietly. She tells me her name is "Caroline." After I hear each name, I am repeating it aloud, to better impress it on my memory.

After talking to each of the women in turn, I notice that the young man who had transformed into a goat has returned to his former human appearance. He is of average height, with wavy blonde hair, short but not too short, a bit tousled, and he has a pleasant, open face. He volunteers that his name—in this form—is "Viryec." Or at least, he says something that sounds like that phonetically, but is probably spelled very differently—"Virjece" occurs to me as the most likely possibility—so I start inquiring more about it. He tells me that his name means something like "sincere effort." This rings a bell—both in sound and meaning, it reminds me a lot of the Pali word viriya, which has been on my mind lately, so I ask him if that term has any relationship to his name. Although he and his name both strike me as coming from northern European stock, perhaps there is some ancient Indo-European etymological relationship with the Pali... but before he can reply, I wake up. I don't know why my dreams so often seem to end just before what promises to be some interesting revelation, but here we are again. Still, I'm not that disappointed because I have so much to write down!

I walk into the living room and see that the house is filled with grey haired people. I ask my mom why all these people are here, and she says because she decided to have a party with her friends, but I knew that she only knew a few of these people. I particularly wasn't fond of this one loud man. His interactions with me, my friend and my mom as we where talking was annoying me. For some reason I had a green square shaped glass bottle of sriracha sauce, and I had left it on the wooden bench against the wall. I went off and had small nervous conversation with someone I know. Then the party was over, and I remembered my bottle and I walked over to it and saw that it only had a forth left in the bottle, and I knew it was full before the party. At first I thought it had a leak, and I examined the bottle but it just hit me that the annoying man must've made drinks with it. Then I snapped and he appeared and laughed and said he enjoyed it and smugly thanked me for it, then he disappeared again. Then I angrily turned to my mom and friend and kept yelling that he drank my whiskay! (I didn't say whiskey, I kept saying whiskay) HE DRANK MY WHISKAY!

I wake up a in a hotel room. I know I'm in Tahoe and it's the day of the hike, so I start getting ready. I grab sunscreen and some water (I end up drinking two bottles) and look for a small pack. I open the door and see my aunt with a hat and backpack on, heading out. I get mad that no one ever told me what time we were leaving. I look and see that the hallways seems to be part forest - there is a man with long hair and a hat hiking.

Dream 1

I am outside somewhere with some device that looks like a black waffle iron. It has a flat section that heats up and a flat top that presses down over it. I am picking up cool rocks and flattening them with it. I tell my friend about how cool it is.

Dream 2

I am at an outdoor pool with Sage and my dad. Sage and I are swimming when a man comes on to the little 'stage' at the edge of the pool. It is the singer from America. He is going to sing but first he is doing some trivia. It is something about a horse with no name and 2 horses with no names. Sage and I get it right and she gets excited because we are like the '2 horses with no names'. We find out that we have won a date. I think this is already the date, but it for somewhere else.

Dream 3

I am in a big room where lots of people (from school?) are lining up to get free coffee. There's a man at the front of the line spraying coffee into the crowd. I get up towards the front and see two men with what looks like bottles of coffee creamer - caramel and blueberry? flavor. Now, I'm in the hallway with someone. We get to a table that has a huge cake on it. I take a huge piece and tell the guy at the table that I will eat it all. A girl is here and says the windows are dirty. I know I must be at the Green Lantern Inn, so the concert must be tonight and I have to call my dad.

School Pool

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am to late for P.E. and use the excuse that I had a doctors appointment. Everybody is dressed up. My courtyard is filled with water and a lot of people are swimming. I am standing on the roof and think about trying an Assasins Cree

So, I do not always write down my dreams (I'm really bad with that LOL). However, sometimes I just want a particular dream to always be remembered. I have also noticed a few changes now when I LD and Dream Control that I felt should be noted...


I won't lie, ever since summer began and school is out I have been watching anime quite a bit. I re-watched BB a few weeks ago and that was that I never really thought much about it, but last nights dream was out of the blue.

I remember exactly when the dream began it was as if I had been transported there all of a sudden. I was in a study very fancy with a royal sort of look there was a large window to my left and outside I could see trees and the other part of the mansion/castle. I looked around the room and I knew I would like this dream (a gut feeling), everything was just a tiny bit fuzzy and I focused and the dream became as real as life. I looked down at myself I was wearing black leggings with a black tight fitted turtle neck, black boots and a black coat on top (super cute outfit ). Now this is where the changes come in, in all my lucid dreams lately I have not been rushing and now I am not crazy to control every aspect only what I want. I go along with everything but I change what I do not like its less exhausting and fantastic to see what your brain throws at you. Also, I no longer have that "OMG IM DREAMING" moment if anything I don't even have to say it its just an instinct like I know but I do not wish to ruin the moment with my outburst.

Okay....back to the dream, I looked around and everything was so perfect the desk and books there were papers on the desk I had no idea at this point that it had anything to do with BB because the study was SO different to Ciel's study in the anime. I had this feeling to look outside I walked to the window and the glass disappeared to the right was the other wing of the mansion and to the left was a large lake but straight ahead below there was like a well but shaped like a rectangle and not very deep maybe 4 ft. I had this urgent feeling come over me and I jumped down from the house and ran to it. Lying next to it was Claude (I ignored him) and looked in the well seated upright in about a foot of dirty water was Sebastian. I climbed down and looked at him. He was so perfect and EXACTLY if not better looking than in the anime but something was wrong his eyes were glazed over its like mentally he was not there. I tapped his cheek and said "Hey Sebastian? Are you okay?".....Nothing I wanted to cry I didn't know what to do so I straddled him (not in a perverse way) and I simply hugged him. He felt so nice! he was strong and clean he smelled like fresh linen and his skin was perfection so soft (I'm not fangirling it was just incredible the detail that my brain was able to conjour) I hugged him but nothing so I hugged him again and took deep breathes taking moments to look at his eyes to see if something ANYTHING would happen and then.....


I felt my heart thumping, faster and faster and I thought "OMG whats going on? I've never felt that in a dream!" and then I realized no its not my heart its SEBASTIAN'S'! I hugged him even tighter and his heartbeat was so loud the feeling vibrated through my body. He finally woke up and looked at me and said "Thank you madame...but you should not have done that"....For a second I thought "Huh? I just saved your life!" But it hit me I started to hyperventilate and feel dizzy. nausea was setting in and I could not see clearly. I got off of him and tried to stand or find a spot to lie down but it was useless. I could see the worry in his eyes and he explained that I gave him life with my hug and that doing that for a demon was going to cost me. He carried me out of the well square thing and out of no where 3 children ran up to us they said we needed to run and FAST because they were coming! Sebastian was instantly on alert and ran still carrying me with the children to a light blue car. We all got in with him at the wheel and I remember thinking "Well this sucks who ever heard of feeling ill in a dream" My phone rang all of a sudden and it was a text a series of random numbers and letters I told Sebastian and he said "He knows where we are young Mistress please do not respond!" I turned my phone off but still kept receiving more messages with different numbers and letters I could not understand it but I was really scared because if Sebastian was worried than so should I. Eventually we stopped and got out, I could finally stand on my own two feet. Outside we were in a field there were two giant men waiting for us and that was it......


I continued to dream throughout the night but not matter how bad I wanted too I could not continue it As much as I love the anime and Sebastian I never thought of him as MY butler I LIKE IT! LOL

Beautiful Accident

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am driving in a car. My dad seems to be driving but the car breaks down. I get out and the car behind us has to avoid our car and crashes into the oncoming traffic. A crying girl comes out. She looks extremely beautiful and I feel sad that she is crying.
I find myself in a house with the girl. We are cuddeling and it feels real nice. We keep going but my somebody comes in and looks at us in a weird way... wtf dude bro code and stuff

Really, I'm desperate for another LD it's like I'm on a withdrawal or something!

1. War game

I'm playing some kind of game, it's an RTS and I see small groups of soldiers and tanks driving around a city killing monsters I think. They have little nametags above them which goes red when they die, some texts are larger than other. The city looked cold, maybe somewhere in Russia?

2. Excluded

I'm walking to the supermarket with a good friend of mine and we talk about a task of history that we finished some time ago. (IRL it was a group task and we had to find as much information about a random WW1 soldier as possible, I found a death prayer card, his grave, where he fought and how he died.) We walked inside and I saw long rows of books/bundles, these were the tasks of other groups and I was wondering if our copy was in there too. After some searching I found nothing but I did stumble across a blue book with title 'The first world war.'. Then I look at a pile of bundles on the ground which my friend was already searching through, there I found a document with my class-code on '5 EWe' which stands for '5 Economie Wetenschappen', translated in english '5 Economics and Science'. I talked to him for a while about why we weren't included and the last I know is looking down an aisle.

3. What happened here?

I'm in an old mansion somewhere in spain, I think it's the mayor's house of a small town because throughout the dream I sometimes had a bird's view of the surroundings which showed a large white house on a hill with smaller houses around it and a large wall. Inside the house is completely deserted, it's slowly crumbling and the sun shines weakly through the large windows in the main hall. There are massive staircases leading up to the second floor, it's difficult to describe this hall so I'm attempting to recreate in using Blender but this could take many more months of learning. Anyway, I'm walking around and sometimes catch glimpses of ghosts, a small boy and his father. I also experience flashbacks where I see the kid playing with a red ball in his hand, he throws it up against the ceiling on the stairs and some of the ceiling crumbles down. His father is angry about him damaging the ceiling so he takes the ball and starts damaging the ceiling even more. I think he wants to damage it more and then tell his wife or something the kid did it so he gets punished more I think. I also see this happening in the present time in the old abandoned house, the ghost look like humans but are dark grey and you can see through them.

Sorry I'm a bit late with this one, I just couldn't find a moment yesterday to make this entry.

1. The German hotel

I'm in a hotel somewhere in Germany, it's rather small and is located on a hill in the middle of a city. It's quiet late and the sun is starting to set, it's winter by the way and there's snow outside covering the whole city. I'm walking through some hallways with my mother and sister, we go on a balcony which is normally only for employees but it was open and we walked through the door. By now it's night and the moon shines bright and blue high up in the sky, the view from the balcony is beautifull with a panorama over the city with it's lights. It is very cold and the balcony floor is covered in ice, on a low wall are 3 wooden barrels, they're open and in these I see a liquid, it's beer! Although it's freezing outside the beer is not frozen, I think of a YT-video where someone puts a coke in the freezer, takes it out liquid, gives it a shake and it instantly freezes. So I stick my hand in the beer and it quickly starts freezing, I pull out and there's a little chunk of beer-ice on my finger. I eat it and it tastes like frozen beer. Then I'm suddenly in the restaurant of the hotel, it's very small and thin but nice. After some time I say I'm already going to the hotel room to get a shower. Suddenly I'm showering.

Next entry will be up in a few minutes.

So I can't remember this dream very well, I'll write it out how my notes read

Dream 1

Mum said she'd walk me out to the car, poke head in car park. Sing Lil Durk - Dis Aint What You Want. Guy off twitter offers me weed for £70, say no. Then in a room, blowing (Unreadable - think it says 'shisha') which cost £10 pound. Meet 2 people of twitter.

Dream 2

I was at Uni for this new course, we all had to do some presentation to begin the course. I I accidentally hit this girl on the arm and she was upset and when I went to sit down next to her at the computer she told me to go away as I hurt her,. So I said cool cool, I'll sit here then. I went to move on this table by another girl and she was like, no no no don't move really, so I sat back next to her. We were doing work together and decided we would do our project together rather than separate. We started to get along now. Then this guy on my course had met this girl for the first time and he fell deeply in love haha. He told everyone to be quiet and began singing to her, I was cringing hard. Then someone shouted out 'This is real love for ya!'

I hate when I go to bed early to make sure I get enough sleep and firmly command my brain not to forget my dreams in the morning, I sleep on it very well yet when I wake up, naturally, I can't remember a single thing! It doesn't discourage me but it'd be cool to remember a dream or two and then have some lucid dreams . Anyway, let's see what happens tonight !

1st segment
kinda drowsy eyed, but i am awake so...didnt reember 1st segment

2nd segment
I remember wanting to buy a vape from the vape store. I told Igor jokingly that I was going to start vaping 12mg. Also i wanted to steal a sharpie vape rom wallgreens. I didn't though.

Ever have those dreams where you wake up and just can't remember it in full? So much happens that you just forget how things happen.

The whole dream, or set of dreams, centered on this group of friends. I believe it started when we were driving past this group of people walking along the side of the road. We decided to turn around and walk with these people to see what they were up to. There was 2 people leading the others, with around 4 people in back. It was in a countryside. I saw a forest on one side of the road and open fields and crops on the other. We walked for some time, but I tried catching up to the people in front. I don't think I ever made it.
There was this hotel that I visited a few times. It had this special elevator in it that went to a secret base if you knew how to properly activate it. This was the group's base of operations I think. It had this professor inside who I went to for information a few times. I think the elevator came from me wanting to do the TOTM. I sadly do not recall much about this professor though. He may have been someone like Albert Einstein or master splinter, I just do not remember. The dream may have involved time travel. I remember there being a girl that I really liked, and she liked me back. She had red hair and was really pretty. We spent as much time as we could together, but at one point I was turned into a child for reasons I can't remember. We still spent time together, but we couldn't be as close.
There was another scene that had this huge pit of gunk. It was the nastiest water you could ever think of. It went down a long way, but it had something special at the bottom. I think it was an instant death crystal or something. I remember seeing this pit twice. Once full of water and once empty. It was a circular pit full of mystery, but too dangerous to go near no matter how full it was. My dream mother (who I think was actually Emma from Once Upon a Time) was looking into this pit with the van parked next to it. We were allowed to look into mysteries, kind of like the scooby doo gang, but our leader was quite strict. I believe our leader was the same guy from the elevator part. There was this little girl (Looked like Wendy from Once Upon a time) who only had one chance to be part of this group, and if she screwed it up then she was out. My dream mom had two chances. There was this second van driving over to us which had the leader in it and the little girl who was in the passenger seat decided to drive the car out of the way of the other van. My dream mom got mad at her and told her it was not acceptable to drive the car. She was party on edge since the car almost knocked her into the pit. The professor got angry at my mom and said she was in the wrong for correcting the girl, and told her she is on her last chance. There was one final part of the dream that involved one of the group's grandfather being poisoned. We went into the creepy house and saw him lying on the ground almost dead. There was a sign there with 5 Bonk! Atomic Punches from TF2 that said we must drink the blood if he is to survive. We all drank, and it made us all crumble to the ground with how gross it tasted. A few of us even threw some of it back up. We got word of another incident, and we went across the street to check it out. The same thing had happened to another family, but we weren't about to repeat what we had just done.
The last thing I remember was seeing a group of friends just like us that were still around the neighborhood from when they used to be the go to people 50 years ago. They were very old and creepy though, and they were talking abut magic and how they wanted our youth and power. I think they were the ones behind this mystery.

I remembered a lot, but don't know the order or many specifics. Oh well, there will be more dreams.