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07/26/14 DILD. Nice long DILD with lots of scenes and DC interaction. The coolest aspect of this LD was that I ended up in a setting where a female doctor was conducting an experiment involving inducing LDs. The idea was that she would inject a drug in my neck that would send m into a deeper dream. I would have an LD and be able to tell her what I was seeing and doing, and she would record it all. I went along with this to see if I was stumbling on a new way to improve my recall. I got the injection and suddenly was in another dream. I was walking down a rode and it felt different. I went through many scenes while calling out to her what I was doing. At some point I woke up from the deeper dream and was back in the office. I had actually tried to wake up, but just back into the first dream.
She showed me her notes and all I saw was lines of symbols and numbers. She seemed so proud that she had documented everything for me. I told her I could not read the chart. She pointed to one line and said this is such and such a scene with those 2 DCs. OK, perhaps this idea was not going to work. It was interesting though.
Next plot points were revealed in which a female assistant had tried to hypnotize me while I was in the other dream, so that I would fall in love with her.

Last night no LDs yet but I can just feel it being so close that I might be writing my text in red next night again, if you know what I mean...

So today I was sitting in the car waiting and I had this idea about how I could enhance my RCs and do them with more awareness. This is what I ended up doing, I closed my eyes and imagined myself being very tired, laying down in bed and falling asleep. I open up my eyes again and imagine the current situation (in this case sitting in the car) to be a dream. It felt very weird and I was actually questioning myself wether it was a real dream or not, I think this is very good for doing RCs with a true doubt and awareness.

Anyway, the dreams which weren't that interesting.

1. Weird RPG

I'm playing some RPG set in a post apocalyptic world, the map is mostly mountains covered in snow and ice. I roam around until I jump over a mountain and nearly land in a small camp of other players, they start shooting at me the moment they saw me. I run away but get hit a few times, I feel quiet stressed and don't really know where to go next.

2. Leave!

I'm with my family in a car and we're driving out of a city, somewhere in the middle east I guess. There's a war going on or something. Very blurry and not vivid.

3. Something with wood

I walk into the old large garage our house had some years ago with a small hand axe in my left hand. My sister and dad walk next to me and I think we're heading for the car in the back. First I intent to chop down some trees for wood that my sister needs I guess. there are some small dead trees in the garage to seemed to have grown straight through the concrete. I chop one of them and a small part of the axe's handle breaks, I throw the piece away and continue chopping, it lands on the ground in thin plates. Then I suddenly look at a map of Spain and Portugal. My sister lives in the center of Spain and I live at the border of Spain and Portugal. My quest is to deliver some wood from my home to my sister, I look at myself from a 3rd person view. I can only walk for a certain amount of time indicated by a red bar in the top right of my view, it quickly fills up and the screen starts mildly flashing. The walk from my home to my sister is probably 50 meters if I recall that crossed a city and a market place. When I stopped at my sister's house she opened and accepted the wood, it was getting dark and I thought it would be logical if she was to let me stay for the night. She let's me in and the house is one large room that is mostly empty but somehow very cosy. It has a Spanish look to it and some carpet on the floor.

July 26, 2014

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School Kids

I was with some of my oldest school friends, and we had decided to watch a video one of our parents had taken on our first day of first grade. We hunkered down and started watching: there we all were, lined up in front of our first grade teacher's door... We all turned and waved at the camera, we were all smiling. I pointed at S and said, "look there you are! You were so cute, what happened?!"

He laughed and pointed at two of our other friends, naming them. I looked more carefully, and noticed that two of my oldest friends... weren't there. Instead, there were two people I didn't recognize. But they were with me watching the movie. "Where's R? And M?" I asked.

The others looked at me like, "who?" and I shook my head, dismissing my confusion as one of my usual misrememberings. I must not have met them until 2nd grade.

The next time I looked at the screen, it froze, and the next thing I knew, I was in that 1st grade line. Time was stopped for a moment, but started again, and all us children kept giggling and smiling. The two people I didn't know were talking in S and K, and I leaned over in the line to look for M and R. I didn't see them, but there was a little boy who caught my eye: He was wearing a suit of iron- or rock. I couldn't tell. It was some kind of heavy, strong stuff. He smiled at me and called me over by name. I assumed he was just a friend I had long since forgotten about (and in truth, I was starting to forget about having been watching the movie years later as I walked over to him).

"Kestrel, stay behind me, okay?" And he turned around, and I looked over his shoulder to see a group of children from a different school. They had devices of some sort, and I watched one of them lift a device and point it at my classmates and me. The boy in front of me lifted his arms and stood as a shield for me. I saw a bright flash and then wind and dust and debris flew past me. There was some kind of battle going on between my classmates and those other kids. The others were from a school nearby where they learned demonic cult magic.

They attacked for about five minutes, but because the boy in armor was there as my shield, I wasn't harmed at all. When the other kids left with lots of smack talk, he turned to me and smiled cheerfully. He then turned away and walked toward that other school.

The world froze again and started to blur. The boy was moving slightly, but everything faded, and a new scene appeared. I was at a new school. I had been transferred to the demonic cult school for some reason. It was all one large classroom in a cabin-like building. I set up a camera in the back corner because I was supposed to record my first day. I was terrified because of that attack, but I was also fairly oblivious about almost everything. I got into the classroom, and the teacher directed me to a seat in the back. I noticed with a start that the boy from before was sitting next to me. He smiled at me cheerfully as I sat down in my seat. To my left, there was a scary-looking boy. He was large and scowled at me; I recognized him from the attack. He kept messing with me, but the boy to my right threatened that if he kept messing with me, he would die a horrible death.

I don't remember much about what we were learning, but there was a presentation by one of the students. It was disproving something I had seen in school the day before, back at my real school. He stated that Jesus was fake and therefore Peace and Love were also not real. It was a depressing and scary presentation, and I wondered why I was at this school. The boy to my right turned to me and asked me if I wanted to get away from this place with him. I nodded and during break, we escaped. He led me to a door around the back of the school, and when I went through it, I saw a scene where someone was skiing down a mountain on someone else. So, instead of skis, he was skiing on a person. The skier said, "Don't worry, we're almost there!" Then I woke up.

(I didn't realize it until I woke up, but the boy was the Face, again. He was a kid so I didn't recognize him in my dream, but when I woke up I realized the metal/rock suit was the same one he wore in the very first dream with him in it)





Clumsy Kestrel

I was with a group of my older classmates again, and we were sneaking into a large building at night. We were spying on some people who were having a meeting in the building. We were all leaning over a ledge, and I fell over it into the room with the people in it. Luckily, they didn't see or hear me, so one of my group members had to go and get me.

I woke up slightly, and when I fell back asleep, I dreamt that I was watching myself fall over the ledge. I may have even dreamed that I pushed myself.

Journal Entry Lucid #65 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background: I meditated before sleeping. WBTB.

Lucid Dream #65, day: 07/25/14, time: 3:32-5:47 Am"":
I was in a house. I saw enormous amount of people there. One of them fancy house parties. I saw mostly people from church. The lighting in the house was mostly blue. I then get introduced to some Muslims. All of them had hilarious names. I wish I could remember the names but I do know that the names either contradicted their belief or it straight out a stereotypical name. I saw my friend IN, he was just following us. They took us to a soccer field and they wanted to have a match. They tricked us and kept playing soccer by themselves. They didn't play with us because we sucked at soccer. (I woke up sometime and went back to sleep) I am on a rooftop.
I became lucid. I went down from the house and the environment became a maze of some sort. I started rub my hands to stabilize the dream. I am walking around making turn after turn. I see Xavier this weirdo:

He tells me to follow him and I do. He started talking nonsense about everything universe, and every other crap together. He takes me to a tunnel. I think it was a sewage of some kind. He spoke so much nonsense that I got confused to the point I became non-lucid but moments later realized what happen and decided to wake up.

Inside my home. I hear sounds from the backyard. My grandma tells me not to open the backdoor. It is dark. I am scared. I turn on the lights to see something already made it inside my house. Out of fear I became lucid. It was green creature, tall and fat. They broke through the window. I told them to leave. I then calmly walked in my hallway. I decided to do a back flip, more like flying and spinning in circle. Environment change, I see the actor for Charles Xavier, Patrick Stewart, he is driving a car. I mistaken him for Gandolf. I told him that when he did this shot he was in a green screen illusion, but now he is in my dream. He started to touch the environment. He tells me that, "how can you experience something that you have not experience before?" I started to touch the front window of the car. Touching the cold surface feeling the cracks. I was token away by all of it. I look up and it is my sister driving now.

(Walking on Wall): I didn't notice the shift in characters since I was infatuated by the details in the dream. I told her that Lucid dreaming allows us to experience things which we never did before. I then open the car door. I put my hand out and touch the pavement. It felt like brushing my hands against my bed sheet. I thought that is strange I should have felt paint. I started feeling a burning sensation on my left thumb. We are about to pass an exit. I thought ok that didn't work out as well as I thought but let me do something I never tried before, walk on wall. I told my sister to exit and stop the car. She stopped next to a tall building. I went to the wall of the building. All white building, made of marble tiles, which was strange but I already know it is a dream so I didn't bother asking. I then put my right foot up and I imagined that this was my new plane in which gravity would exist in. I then put my left leg on it, I could see the blue sky. I started walking directly up. I looked down and looked at my foot, I couldn't believe that I am walking on the wall. I look back up and I am in my kitchen. That is what the tiles are for I thought. I then went to my grandmas room, everything was there the shelf, the computer, everything. I now wanted to walk sideways. Same idea. I put my foot out and I started to walk. At first it was easy but for some reason I started to tilt towards the right or the floor. I then try to stay in the middle and I tilt to my left towards the ceiling. I am walking on the wall like a drunk wobbling back and forth. It became so hard that it felt like an abdominal exercise. I felt my leg and abs tense up. I decided to get back down. I ran into the living room and I ran across the wall. My sister told me to stop I will hurt myself. I then woke up.

By using SSILD this morning after waking up, I managed to fall easily back asleep. After some time of sleeping, I found myself in what seemed to be a rapidly retreating dream. Soon I saw myself standing in a light gray haze. Glancing around, I was minimally aware of fuzzy colors in the distance, but there was nothing I could make out. Instantly I realized I must be dreaming.

I asked myself, “Am I dreaming?”

“Yes, I’m dreaming,” I seemed to reply to myself from a distance. I did not doubt it, but I wasn’t overly excited, either, although there was a moment when I remember feeling slightly triumphant that I was able to have awareness in a dream for the very first time!

I felt a strange presence while I was questioning my wakefulness. It was like I had access to my mind, which was never possible before in a normal dream. Due to feeling bored and secluded in the gray haze with nothing happening, I unfortunately let the dream go, not on purpose, of course.

The experience was so unexciting that it took me a while after waking to believe that it was actually a LD.

Journal Entry Lucid # 64 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background: I meditated before going to bed. I did WBTB.

Lucid Dream # 64 , day: 07/24/14, time: 3 something - 5:10 Am"":
I was an adopted child, I am in a house. I walk around the house and go to the bathroom. The bathroom didn't have a door. I left the house after finding my way to the door. I took a car, looks like my father's car, and I parked it outside just a block away. I came out of the car and I see a black guy walking in the middle of the street. At first I thought he said, "How's everything?", so I replied, "good!". He then babbled on, "I should have done this ..It is so simple just ask her...". I left him alone and started walking away. I look and see that the adopted house I am in is a block away from my house. I see a Muslim family come out of the house, a women with a hujab. I went back into the house and I see my sister in my grandmother room. She is listening to a song. I ask her to do something for me. She mumbled something and said, "After I finish this song". I then see a fly the size of a pit-bull on the window. It is tapping the glass with its mouth. I looked at it and became terrified. I called my sister and said, "Have you ever seen a fly that big? It is huge, we should record it to make sure that people believe us". My sister took off her headphones, and saw the severity of the situation. I then left her room to get a phone to take the picture. I realize that I am in my sister's room. I then realized, " Hey wait a minute, it's her dream". I rushed into the room and I see my sister struggling with a raccoon the size of a bear. I thought about it, "Her dream?...It is my dream".

After realizing that it is my dream. I see the fly break the window. So many things are happening at once. I wanted to stabilize the dream. I started spinning. I felt nauseous. I stopped and the raccoon disappeared. The fly was still there. I tried to do the spinning technique again but it only made me lose balance and lucidity. I saw the environment start changing and I didn't want it to.

#340 - DEILD - 8:38AM

I enjoyed sleeping in this morning and it seems that's all I was needing. I definitely remember becoming lucid prior to this dream but I just can't remember what all I was doing. I think I must have lost lucidity because I only remember the last part. The dream control in the LD I recall was unusually difficult.

Like I said I don't recall what happened before but I feel really tired. I am in some hodgepodge of past houses with some blue couch in it. I think that if I can take a nap might be able to get lucid again. After I lay down theres come dialog with my wife and the cat bothers me. I roll over to my stomach in some crazy position. This strikes me as odd and I become lucid but it wakes me almost immediately.

I try for DEILD but end up in a FA. I am standing halfway to the bedroom door and I realize this is a dream. I do several nose plugs to be sure and the dream crashes.

I am more alert now and I try a little harder to DEILD. Having just had a FA, I decide to visualize getting out of bed. I feel my dream body struggle then break free. I can't see well the first few second but the dream materializes quickly.

My son is in the living room watching TV by himself. I put both hands on his checks and say, "Hey, buddy!" He immediately starts crying. I feel bad that maybe I really astral projected and my ghost self is scaring the shit out of him in waking life. I decide the best thing to do is to leave. I look up and see the front door is open. Through the glass storm door I see a fully lit bright sunny day. My son is now clinging to me crying. I really don't want any part of this so I decide that the best way to get him off me is to phase out the glass.

That is not what the dream wants! Suddenly, I can't move. My son has my leg and I can't walk. It's annoying but I think that if I can just make it to the door I'll be free. Then, the thought occurs to me how ridiculous it is for a 2 year old to be so strong. This releases me and I freely open the door and exit; the need to phase has left me.

There are several cars parked at the curb and in the middle of the street like there was heavy traffic and everyone suddenly walked away from their vehicles. There is a truck in a yard across the street that seems to be changing colors rapidly. I ignore it for now. I think hard for a goal but all I can recall is that I just had a lucid before this. I start to think to remember but its taking too much effort plus I'm not sure I can trust recalling a dream while in a dream. It's an odd concept. OK goals All I can think of now is Sensei's competition. I don't remember anything about the point system so I just try all the dream control I can think of.

First I try my ice magic. I see faint ghostly blue orbs leaving my hands but they fizzle our rather quickly. I look at my hands to see if they are red like last time but they look vividly normal. Next, I try some TK but none of the cars will move. What heck!? TK is always easy!
Lastly, I resort to super strength. I walk up to the nearest car. It's an average looking sedan. Dark blue. It looks like that feminist girl's car from the discgolf course in waking life. I shout, "HULK SMASH!" as I leap up and land a fist on the hood. I impact sends my fist nearly to the floor leaving very little left of the engine compartment. This is fun! I go a step farther and do a hard leap on the roof of the car. The cab is completely compacted to nothing. Now, I leap from car to car smashing everyone. I feel like some sort of monster truck running over the cars.

Once that is done, I remember the truck. I summon it to a new spot with expectation. It's red for now but I want to see if I can change the color at will. I point and the rapid color rotation begins again. Red, white, then blue with some occasional yellow or orange. I can't keep track of it and it's slightly mesmerizing. I am almost in a daze but suddenly I feel the need to spit like I have an excess of saliva. without really thinking about it not being a dream, I spew it out on the asphalt. The liquid drains way in all directions creating the chaos symbol. I look away blowing it off as dream randomness but I pause when I realize how odd this is. why did I need to spit? Why did it drain away like that? Again I feel the need to spit, but this time I examine it less absentmindedly. I watch the liquid hit the road but it only pools normally this time. I smash my mouth it now feels really dry. I assume this is something happening to my waking body. I must be drooling! I laugh a little and the thought but try not to think about that right now. Time to move on.

I look around wandering what to do. Still thinking of the competition, I decide to gains some flying points. I push of the ground and rise just above the houses. To my right there is a tall red brick building like the ones downtown. I hover over to it and decide to play Spiderman. This time though, my fingers feel like they are touching wet marble. I resort to an Assassin's Creed type of climbing. It's taking longer and I think about shifting gravity just to get past this but I'm actually having fun trying to find ledges and support beams to grasp on to. I have a random thought about my previous dream where I was lucid. I sure was hard on Hellboy and Freedom Guy... What? What was my dream? I think about recalling it but I am afraid it will wake me. Save it for later. I continue climbing up using ledges and odd structures on the side of the building. How tall is this thing? It seems the building just goes on forever as I begin to wake up.

July 25, 2014

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Train Delays

I was on a train in Germany with Zukin; we were going back and forth between two stations, though I can't remember why we were doing so. Between these two stations, there was a city where trains weren't allowed, so the line had to go around it, adding a half hour to the trip, because they also had to go slower while going around this city. Zukin was complaining about how long it was taking. There might have also been a delay of some sort...

We decided to go to the car that had a little cafe in it, and we ordered some Maultaschen and Potato Salad.





Hospital School

I was with my family just before I got my fall placement in a school... I was with them in a huge building with stone walls and stairs, except for the stairs to the basement, which were made of some high-end wood. We were wandering this building and I was actually supposed to be volunteering with one of my cohort-mates, K.O. She had found out about it and wanted a challenge. I can't remember exactly what we were ding, but it was a hospital's school. Now that I think about it, the stairs remind me a bit of the stairs at my old high school, but these were much fancier.

I was looking for my family, and when I found them, we all went to the very basement, which was this huuuuuuuge room. I could barely see to the other end of it. We were waiting for some sort of event for families to start; there were a bunch of other families waiting with us.





Beautiful Birds

I was at a bird sanctuary, learning about different kinds of birds. One of them was a sandy-yellow colored bird with green wings and a red chest. There were two; a male and female pair. The female really seemed to like me. She was flying around me and would come to land on my finger when I held it out. They had such beautiful, melodic calls.

The ranger there was telling us about how their camouflage was very selective. In a normal tree, the red showed. The ranger even said "And they couldn't camouflage on me, either, because I'm wearing khaki!" he mentioned something about how you wouldn't be able to hide them by throwing them at him? I dunno. He was a bit bonkers I think. But then the birds flew into this meadow-thing, and completely disappeared. I couldn't see where the heck they were, until they flew back out and the female landed on my finger again.

I was sad to hear that this pair was one of the last of its species; they were also very old and were almost at the end of their reproductive ages. The ranger had earlier showed me that every time the female came to land on my finger, I was supposed to put a stamp on a page, and now he told me the meanings of the stamps. They automatically changed to the "settings" of the bird every time she landed, and so the different stamps meant different things about her health. He showed me that the stamps I had made on the paper showed that she was getting old, and only had a few more years of reproductive abilities. I was supposed to look for signs of near-death :(

July 24, 2014

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Indoor Market

I was at a large indoor market; it was set up like a Goodwill or something, or even like a big market in Thailand; everything was all over the place, and it was like a maze. In the back, there was a room where you couldn't get past the entrance without a huge ad flashing across a screen in front of you. There was a mechanism that detected whenever a person entered. But actually, it detected the carts. I figured out that if you didn't roll a cart into the room, or if you rolled it in just right you could avoid the tracks that detected the wheels. So I was in this back room, ad-free, looking at the different school supplies that were for sale. They had all these fancy tools and equipment, and games and notepads and pens and all sorts of office supplies that teachers would need. It was awesome. They had plain-Jane ones as well as crazy-colorful-patterned ones.

I got a text from my mom, and left the room sadly (I didn't have any money so I couldn't buy any of the awesome things) and found my mom somewhere near the middle of the market. She was getting some brown eyeliner from her favorite brand. I liked the color, too, but when I looked at the package ingredients, I found it had Carmine, which I'm allergic to. So I couldn't use it.

We got in a car (it was a convertible like my mom's but it wasn't quite hers) and started driving home. The driver's side was on the right like a British car, but we were driving on American roads. I found out a teacher at the place I was working was following us (to be clear, this is a fictional character; I don't have a teaching job yet); he pulled up next to us at a stop light and invited us to his house. We accepted, and went to his house. One of my 3rd graders from the summer school was there. She was apparently his adopted daughter, or something? Hmmm. I remember that I had a crush on this teacher so I was talking to the girl about ways to win his heart. She liked me and wanted me to be her adopted mom, so she was helping me devise a plan.





Guys

All I remember from this one is that I was a guy, and I was making out with another guy |D





And the Kitchen Sink

I was in my kitchen, and there was some carrot peels in the drain, so I flipped the disposal switch. But nothing happened... There was that sound of gears being jammed, and so I turned it back off. I peered down the drain but couldn't see much, so I took out the whole sink to see what was wrong. I just lifted it up out of the counter. There was a giant chasm underneath the sink. But the disposal was supported up by the pipes and whatnot. I found out there was a big yellow pitcher in the disposal, so I lifted it out and tested the switch; it worked. I put the sink back in place, and did some dishes.

I was a young man, in my 20s. I was a plantation owner, or rather my father used to own the plantation and I had just inherited it. We were in financial trouble, a lot of slaves had run away, and I was determined to free the rest and pay them wages and hope they would stay. I was determined that I would keep the home and the gardens and orchard at least if we could keep it up. What was weird that I seemed to see this home and property for the first time, so I explored it and looked at its potential.

In the orchard in front of the house I was surprised by how huge and red the apples were. I picked one, but most were too high up - I would need to return with a ladder. I noticed that the birds were stealing some of the apples. One apple started flying off right next to me, and I had to jump up a bit to catch it. We played a tug of war but the bird won and got away with the apple. Throughout it all, I could not see the bird - I thought it must be hidden behind the apple and be smaller in size than the apple, but surprisingly strong. When the apple flew away, I found a bug like a dragonfly remaining on my hand. For a moment I wondered whether it could have been my oponent in the apple tug of war, but then realized that was impossible because the apple and whatever was pulling it flew away.

I went back to the house, and explored the kitchen. There was a rather large potted tree growing in the kitchen. It had branches that were spreading on the ceiling with an intricate pattern formed by the small needle shaped leaves. I worried whether I would water it often enough but figured my servants would take care of it.

One of my servants though expressed concern because one of the slaves who had run away was the cook, and how were we going to feed ourselves. I said that I could cook, but he was skeptical. I responded by saying something like "Are you used to eating as fine as the masters then?" And he said that actually yes because the cook used to just make more of everything, and they would eat the leftovers. I said not to worry I would look up recipes that were good enough for their liking.

Around then I started waking up, and I am not sure whether I was still asleep when I had the thought that I could not look the recipes up on the Internet though because that had not been invented yet.

Previous tiny fragment: I remember there was two of something, either two kids or two car garage, or two beds, not sure what. That's all I remembered when I woke up at my usual time, so I decided to go back to sleep and sleep in today, and that's when I had the fabulous plantation dream above.

There is a male teacher giving me and perhaps 10 other students a science test. And we were taking it in my basement. But that's not the weird part. Everyone was naked save for the teacher. But that's not the weird part. The weird part was I got the test, took one look at it and thought.
"Hmm... I should pee on this."
So I did. I got yelled at by the teacher and he gave me a new test and told me to sit in the center of the room. I started taking the test only to find that it was actually pretty easy, even though some of the questions made no sense. It was something to do with matching pictures to words. I began grasping lucidity when I awoke.

I am camping with my family somewhere cold. There is snow on the ground and the rivers are frozen. Two boys that I have never met invite me to the hot springs. I have a swimsuit on under my winter clothes and I decide to go with them.
I walk with them through the cold for like an hour, (No kidding, this was up there with the longest dreams that I've ever had.) Until we get to a river that looks to be steaming. Thinking we're finally here, I take off all my clothes only to realize that the other boys have not. They then push me into the water, that turns out to be FREEZING cold. I lose control of my body as I 'die'.
I get taken up into a high tree that has a metal cage hanging from it. I can see the whole campground from up here. I get placed inside the cage back inside my body. [DREAM LOGIC] The cage is some sort of penalty box for dying. It's the rules of this camping area. Anytime someone dies they have to spend time up here. The more stupid you were about your death the longer the time you spend up here. Then you return to the land of the living when you have served your time. [/DREAM LOGIC]

Dream - Lucid

I had written two books, and was in the process of writing a third. I don't remember the genre of the first two. The third was a very graphic horror book, and much longer than the first two, even though it wasn't finished yet.

We were by a book shelf, but I feel like we were at a grocery store? Courtney S. was there with a few other people. She and some of the others had read the other two, and they really liked them. Courtney S. picked up the third one to read, and I took it from her; this was not a book I was going to release to the public. It was about some people being at sea and tragedies started to strike them, starting with one of the characters getting a cork stuck in her throat. It got way worse after that; there were sex scenes and gruesome accidents. It was a hardback book that had a red jacket with some sort of pattern on it. It looked like Christmas wrapping paper. It was wayyyy too big for the book. I tore some of the excess paper off the book. I had apparently made the book covers with a kit used to create them.

I had not worked on the horror book for quite some time. I started to read it myself, and get myself into the mood to write the book. Some of it was written out like a play, with the characters talking in turn, having their names precede their dialog. I could picture it as I was reading it; I saw the lady who got the cork stuck in her throat speaking with another lady. She foolishly had the cork in her mouth. The other lady was supposed to call 911 when the cork got lodged in her friend's throat. Then, there was a scene that I didn't finish reading, one about a guy I know IWL named Jeff B., and it was a sex scene between him and I. I imagined him with no shirt. He was very sculpted.

I felt strangely excited about reading and writing the book again, almost sexually so.

I then remember seeing a grocery store aisle by the check out counters.

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I absolutely know I dreamed more last night, but no more recall. I did go to bed late, and am up early for work again.

I did my meditation yesterday. I like to meditate on my inner light and love. I always visit a monk in my meditations, and he helps to walk me through them. I cleansed my chakras, and let go of my anxieties and negative energy. It was definitely something I have been meaning (and needing) to do. Towards the end of it, I felt as if I was falling asleep, but I wasn't falling asleep; it was like I was falling into a very meditative state. My chest started to feel warm. I couldn't really feel my fingers touching the bed. I then saw a big purple blob in the middle of my vision, and heard a voice say
"I am afraid my child will come home."
I would liken this occurrence to the weird thoughts one has before falling asleep sometimes.
I then came out of the deep state, but was still in a somewhat meditative state. I meditated for about 20 minutes or so. Gonna try to do it again today after work, though I am afraid I might fall asleep instead...I am going to be wiped.

This morning i found myself deilding from a semilucid by visualizing myself in a rotating chair. I managed to deild 3 times and always by rotating my body until i felt i could use a dream body and get out of bed with it.

I managed to play pulling my hand trough objects, sometimes feeling a mild pain. Didnt succeed with old school fireballs or kamehamehas.

7/25/14

Nap around 1pm - 3:30 pm.

DR before 3pm

I'm in a circular room, with one side missing a wall. Something like houses in tropics. Room is nicely furnished. We are expecting someones arrival. We know he is a very dangerous person. Someone behind me, who i think is my dad, has something in his hand. I know that we need to keep strict protocol and the visitor is not gonna like any deviance. I'm telling this person to hide it behind the chair, no put it in the closet, yea, closet. No put it in the basket.

The visitor is arriving by car. I stand up and and walk into the middle of the room. I'm realizing that this way I'm shielding Ophelia, who is sitting behind me now. I know I should not be standing in front of her, but I want to keep her safe, even if she will not like it.

The visitor is a young man. Incredibly friggin handsome, about 15 yrs old. He is smiling, and I bow my head, as protocol calls for it. I know if I don't get it right, our lives can be at stake. The young man is Pol Pot. He smiles back at me, and his smile is not threatening. I don't feel any danger, but I know it could go either way.

Recorded at 8.00am

I'm at Daryl's old house with Dianne and Kayley. We're sitting in the lounge room and talking about movies. Dianne mentions about owning all the need for speed movies and that she kept them all tucked away under the TV in the unit. I have a look and notice that she had about 3-4 movies of need for speed [there's only 1 need for speed movie IRL. I figure she meant the Fasf and Furious movies]. Dianne mentions about putting on the movie Gladiator. I get excited and tell them that it's my favourite movie. I see a scene of Russell Crowe in the battle arena. He's angry and starts to attack the enemies. He lunches and stabs the man in the throat. It looks pretty gruesome and real.

I'm now sitting down on the floor in a room full or people. People are introducing themselves by saying their name. I tell everyone I'm a faggot. Most people have a laugh and some are rather confused at why i randomly said that. I think quick of an explanation on why I said that and mention to the people sitting in front of me that they should probably move away from me and give me front row view. We must have been watching something for me to say that.

Im with Josh and we are inside a pub. We're purchasing tickets for something.

I walk towards the entrance of my primary school and just hands me a ticket with a envelope. The envelope has the ticket number written on it in blue texture.

We make our way back into the pub and I give them my tickets. They tell me it's invalid and I cannot use it. I check my pockets for another ticket in case I grabbed the wrong one, but couldn't find anything. I start to feel a sense of danger and quickly grab a few things off the bar and leave the pub, leaving my wallet behind.

I'm thinking about Jason, the nemesis of Freddy Krueger. I see him coming my way and I try and hide by walking around the medical clinic as he walks around if also. Keeping out of his sight. I'm now about 100m up from the clinic and I see Jason coming my way on a motorbike. He doesn't look as big and scary as the real Jason but similar. He is quite slow at trying to grab me and I keep pushing him away as he gets closer on his bike. Eventually he gets a hold of my arms and he seems pretty strong. I pull free and grab a nice sized stick that's not too far away. I begin hit Jason with it, over and over again. It doesn't do enough damage as I was intending too.

I'm now in the clinic of pub and I ask for my wallet that I see on the counter. They mention about my invalid ticket and give me a refund, and tell me it may have been due to me not showing my concession card. I tell them I didn't show my concession card as I only thought I had to if I get asked. They tell me that I was lucky not to get a $50 fine also.

Side Notes:
Reminder to add an alarm which turns itself off after a couple seconds.