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I am hanging with some friends of mine after a fireworks show. Wife has gone missing. I start searching everywhere for her and realize that it is a dream. RC/stabilize. curses, I had a specific goal. I text my wife to tell me what the goal is and I go back to hanging with friends (don't slow down enough to gain much awareness). I get a text back saying:
"competition! Your goal is to eat!" Over and over again.

I look at the table and there is tons of food. Hamburgers, hotdogs, chips, cookies, cheese puffs, etc. I ask my friends if it is ok for me to eat, and they say that it is there for the competition. I eat for like 20 minutes and I get another:/ text:
"Competition is about to start, are you ready to.start eating?" I immediately lose what lucidity I have and spend the rest of the dream asking DCs about the rules to the competition.

Red: DV members
Blue: Lucid

2:10 AM: Fragment. In an enchanted garden at night. All of the creatures here (mainly butterflies) are constructs, and are designed to "find out" thing about people (listening at the proper moment, or asking particular questions). This has something to do with sleep and dreaming but C/R (can't remember).

5:43 AM: (FA) I attempt WILD, which initiates missed FA. gab sees me trying to WILD and decides to help. She explains her method of WILDing: she visualizes Naruto in meditative posture (yeah right) before a big battle. She says the moment Naruto gets into meditative posture, he begins telling her he is ready to WILD. "I can see people fighting," he says. "The closest fight is the best one!" and "I'm ready right now," and "I'm still ready" and finally, if gab misses these cues, "I've woken up!" I marvel at how easy it is for gab to WILD!

The dream transitions to a false WBTB (lol) where I am ordering pizza with Sensei and a coworker. I have to walk down a long dirt road to get to my room, but am excited about having pizza. I explain to my coworker and Sensei that I will probably not have any soda because I need to return to bed for the competition. I also look at myself in the mirror at some point. Nothing weird; I just look tired. I contemplate taking Galantamine, then remember that it was hard to fall back asleep after a lucid dream. I reassure myself by remembering that we've just purchased some blackout curtains and I can sleep as late as I need to. I then take the Galantamine (?) but cannot remember a moment later if I took it or not. I ask my coworker if I took it. He says he thinks so. I tell him this is important, and is he sure? He assures me he is certain, and says, "You took something from that bottle." I am satisfied. I ask him if he wants one and he declines, saying he has heard it is ineffective. I assure him it has worked for me in the past, though he chalks this up to my "good recall." He admits his recall is very bad. I say mine has not been so great either lately.

(WBTB, WILD attempt 2)

7:24 AM: Meeting a Tibetan medicine student in a grocery store. We have an argument about how best to induce lucid dreams. He is trying to sell me some junk medicine. He then says that "half of the mind is dark" when travelling in different countries, which is why I am not remembering dreams. I tell him this is ridiculous and that the mind is never "dark." He becomes angry and says he cannot teach me anything. I try to calm him down. "Can't we have a discussion?" I ask. "Is homeopathy always right?"

"Yes," he says. He storms off. He then returns and says he is going to inform my "carlo" (no idea what that is) and my lama as to my rudeness. He also says he is going to find "all of the people that love me" and inform them too. I begin to get angry now to the point of violence. I implore him not to contact my friends and family, and get involved in my affairs. I also explain to him that our relationship is business, so do not make it personal. "Tell me you are understanding reality right now," I say.

A child I know wants to get past me to the drink cooler. I move out of the way. I am conscious now of making a scene, and decide to walk away. I head over to the freezer section, thinking I will preemptively call my lama and inform him of some lunatic who will be calling soon. I doubt he'll be mad at all. I meet a little old lady in the freezer section, and she asks for help finding the "orange juice with sugar." I begin digging through the freezer trying to find it. She tells me she completed "three years" of something "in three days." I politely ask how this is possible, because I feel she may have dementia. She explains how her personal business fell apart due to internal conflict. Dream (mercifully) ends.

8:58 AM: At a lake with a high school friend. He sees me and asks me to come over. I do. He then ignores me to talk to someone else (rather typical of him, I'm afraid). He sees an overweight girl walk past. Apparently she looks at him, because he says to the other guy, "Do you see this girl looking at me?" They then make fun of her. The other guy says, "Tell her to go inside, turn on the AC, and press the button that says 'food.'" They laugh then. I am disgusted, because they chose to make fun of her because maybe she found my friend attractive for a moment. I wonder why I am sitting her being ignored and then it hits me: Oh yes. This is a dream. I nose pinch to RC. I am about to set off to take care of my tasks, but I cannot pass up this opportunity.

I truly look at my friend for the first time, and his eyes bug out and seems a bit cartoony. I look away and he stabilizes into himself. He tells me we are going somewhere else now. While he is talking, I am listening, and start to lose lucidity. I mentally repeat, "This is a dream" to stabilize. Lucidity returns. I tell him I'm not going. He asks why not. I say, "Because you're supposed to be my friend, but being around you is neither friendly nor fun." I then walk away. He tries to follow me, but I start running (quite elated actually) and jump high over a 9ft fence or so and easily land on the other side. Escaped!

I then set to the tasks. I attempt the basic flying task. I leap into the air, high again, and yank branches down off of a pine tree. I swim my arms a bit, but don't see any real flying. For some reason, in dream, I become convinced that I have satisfied the basic flying task, but C/R when I wake up. Oh well.

I then attempt advanced flying. I peer up at the sky. It is very far away, blue, with white clouds. It seems impossible. I tell myself, "This is just your mind. You can fly right up into those clouds." I remember StephL saying that advanced flying seemed kind of scary, and I empathize with that thought. I jump into the air, staring straight up, and fall right back down. I try a couple more times. Nope. I decide to do the basic dream control task and set off.

I run down to my school building where I went to school as a child, and see a bolt in the wall (at this point I attempt advanced flying again, but still no success). I begin to shape the bolt with my hands, expanding it, and willing it to change into something else. It transforms into a combination lock. The lock looks more like a paperweight than a real lock, but it certainly is no longer a bolt. I am satisfied. I turn to find something else to mess around with and the dream ends.

So I tallied my points and it's actually 18.5:

2 NLD: 2
1 frag: 1/2
1 lucid: 5

RC/Stabilize: 1
Interact w/ DC: 2
Basic Object changing: 4

WBTB: 2
WILD: 1

If anyone has any advice on flying and advanced flying, I would love to learn. It's one of the things I want to do more than anything, and one of the things I have been least successful at in the past. Sometimes I am OK at basic flying, but most often it has been challenging. I am much more adept at manipulating the environment.

Hi guys, it seems like life just won't give me a good chance of doing SSILD or anything really in my WBTB-time. This morning the loud alarm of the dryer across the hall pounded through my door and because I was alone I had no choice but to get up and clean the filters. IT HURTS!

1. Make it stop!

I'm watching some film about a university somewhere in the middle east I guess and there's a student standing in an alleyway. He's moving around a bit like he's trying to dance but then suddenly he get's shot down and he blood just flies out. All that's left is a small puddle of blood. Then I'm home with my family and we're watching TV, I think we just watched the guy get shot on TV. Anyway we're talking for a while and then I hear the alarm of the dryer quiet loud, I go upstairs and clean the filters but it keeps alarming. I walk around the house thinking the sound would go away but it seemed to follow me, I thought I had tinnitus and started panicking. Then I woke up and noticed the alarm, I was so tired and in the right mood for FILD but I had no choice. Getting up hurts a lot!

I go back to sleep but my motivation for lucidity is quiet bad at this point.

2. Atlantis

I'm with a team and we're searching for the legendary city of Atlantis, the ships look like they came straight from 15th century Spain. We sail in a large cave somewhere under the ocean, it's very dark but we can see lights on the horizon. When we get there the city is deserted, it's very large with Farmland around it and everything a city needs. Large holes in ceiling of the cavern let light reach the city but large parts of the city are still dark. Suddenly I'm playing some RTS and I have a large army of spearmen to fight an oponent. At first I like the look of it but then I see you can make buildings for upgrades and stuff which makes me loose interest. I play on anyway and launch a first assault with roughly 1000 spearman, I feel like I will win this first engagement but my units get defeated quiet quickly and then the game advices me to upgrade the units. Now the enemy is charging me, I get a menu where I can choose the upgrades, I have a lot of points so I take all the upgrades.

WILD. Am doing SSILD when I feel several waves of vibrations, and I picture a room with a Stargate. I end up in my bedroom, which looks similar but a bit different. It's really dark. I RC and I can breathe through my nose, and I look at my hand and my fingers look strange, like multiplied and stuck together. I look at the room and see a mini-Stargate on the floor. I look for the power plug and it looks like it's plugged in already, and I see the lights around the ring flicker. I try adjusting the size by pulling the circle so it's bigger. It has this black film in the center of the ring. It doesn't get big enough for me to go through. I look up for the power button and then look down and the mini-Stargate is replaced with the black fan in my real bedroom. I shrug and decide to give up on that for now.

I stand up, feel the dream fade a bit, and repeat in my mind, "I'm dreaming," to keep the dream stabilized. I walk through the glass doors of my balcony (which aren't covered by curtains in this dream) like they're nothing, which is awesome because I've had trouble with that in the past. I jump down to street level and decide to try flying really fast. I take off and try flying superman style, but even though I can fly okay, I can't aim upwards for some reason. I look around for rocket boots to help me with that and see my brother's red shoes scattered around the neighborhood (which is also, by the way, reaaaally dark and it's also snowing a bit). I try one on but it's too small. I dispense with the shoes and look around.
The neighborhood looks like a generic mash up of the neighborhood I live in in real life. I remember the "eat something" task on the points page and look around for anything I can eat. I see a bunch of pink roses (?) nearby and pick off a bit of the petals, but it crumbles between my fingers, and I don't eat it for some reason (there goes 4 pts...). I look at the nearby house and decide to enter.

The door is unlocked and opens smoothly under my hand. I step into a darkened living room that vaguely resembles my own (?), or so I thought at the time. I look to the right and go into the dining room, which has a bit of light and voices coming from it.

The room is empty. I can still hear the voices and see some light, but there is no one here. "Hello?" I call out. The voices continue on. I turn around and see one of my mom's friends sitting at the dining room table. I hadn't noticed her before. Finally a DC I can talk to, I think, and sit down next to her. She says something in Mandarin, and Cantonese, and I reply in kind (I think I say "I don't know") and finally she starts speaking in English. She says something about my high school and grades, and I generally agree with her (seriously, why am I talking to her about this in my dreams? When there's an infinite amount of other things I can be doing) and the dream abruptly fades. I close my eyes and try to DEILD back in to no avail.

1. I was in my school Oak Ridge, and Im often here in dreams it seems. I had been talking to this girl named Christin. She was in my Drivers Ed. class at the Woodlands but didnt go to Oak Ridge. We were both walking to class together. She told me, "You know, you look better without your hat." I replied, "really? I always thought I looked better with it." She continued, "Yea, and I also really like it when you wear those button up shirts." I told her that she hasnt even seen my best ones and that Id start wearing them more. "You look beautiful today, but hey you always do", I said. She blushed and thanked me and we continued walking to class. Once we got to my chemistry class, Christin had to leave to go to her class. I told her Id see her later and she said ok. As she walked away she turned into a completely different person. This new girl was more heavy set(no offense to her or anyone) and had short black hair. The real Christin originally was short, petite, had long brown hair with blonde highlights, and brown eyes. Anyways, I was happy that I would get to see her again later. I walked into class and it had already started. The teacher asked if we were ready for the test. What?! I had no idea what we were doing or what the test was over. The class voted however to put the test off until the 2nd half of class. I was cool with that. As I relaxed in my seat I looked at the clothes I was wearing and noticed I had on my orange kool-aid shirt, black slim jeans, and my green snapback. "Thats wierd, I never wear my snapback in school", I thought. I proceeded with focusing on the test and decided to study while I could. I looked at this log the teacher had given us. Its purpose was to help us spread out the reading time that we had to read in the book. As I looked at it more I found out that I was supposed to have read 1 chapter everyday for the past 2 weeks. I did none of that, so I filled out the log with fake information. I went to my friend Darius and asked him what this was all about, he said he didnt really know either and told me about the log. I only had 20 minutes left, so I decided to hurry and read as much of the book as I could. (Also I forgot to mention that I had went to school twice in this dream, each time was a different day. This part was the second day. Basically I went to the same class the day before as well, but I had another conversation with Christen.)

2. I was in my room, but walking from my room to the spare bedroom next to mine. I walked into the spare bed room and found a little plastic mini city on the ground. I started hearing someone's voice talking to me telling me, "He wont go into the city, but inside of it." Then out of the blue as I turned on the light, a small bug came crawling out of the depths. He was intelligent and had that attitude of, "I knew what I came here to do". The lights went off and I grabbed my flashlight out of the air and shined it on him. I was going to kill this little dude. He quickly sprinted into the plastic city. I went down and looked for him, I pulled out a cabinet door on the side of the city(I dont know why it was there) and looked for the small insect dude. He was not there. I remembered what that random voice had told me, but I couldnt do anything because there was no way I was going to be able to get inside that small mini-city. I was a giant compared to it. Just then it occured to me that this insect could be crawling around the city and tricking me. I looked around but he was no where to be seen. Some guy showed up out of no where and helped me out. We never killed the bug.

3. I was at school. A race was about to start in Track. I got on the track and go ready. I held my position and then sprung forward when the guy signaled the start. I started sprinting. It surprised me, I was running basically effortless. "And its all because of the running I do at home" I thought to myself. But, I could only run so fast on the track, and other dudes started passing me. I couldnt run any faster(thanks dream physics). I looked down at my outfit and noticed I was wearing the exact same thing I was wearing from school, but yet this dream took place before that one. I wasnt even sweating at all, nor was I getting tired. Just then I got neck to neck with this dude besides me. We were going to tie if it stayed this way. I gave it my all as we got closer to the finish line. I noticed as I did though, that the track disappeared and the ground had turned into a hilly pasture with lots of mud and bumps. But the race was still on. The guy that was tied with me had fell back and lost speed because of the hill. I started slowing down, but I wasnt trying to at all. I gave my legs a push and returned to my slow top speed. I passed the finish line, happy that I had beat the dude that was directly behind me, but unsatisfied that I had only made it to 14th place. There was only like 8 dudes racing, so I have no idea why I thought that.

4. This is what I remember of a pretty weird nightmare:
I was in my house. It was completely dark, no lights on anywhere whatsoever. I only had a small LED lantern that was pretty strong. I started walking around my house trying to figure out what was going on. As I left my room and entered my hallway upstairs, I heard a noise that sounded like it belonged to a demon. I looked into my parents room and in the doorway saw a ghost. I ran downstairs and went into my kitchen. I was terrified, but I kept on going. Everything from here on is unclear and really fragmented. The last solid thing I remember was seeing a demon looking thing and running.

5. I was in some place congregating with these old wise dudes. They kept saying how something wasn't enough for the "full threshold" and that they couldn't even get to "half threshold"(No idea btw what the hell either of those mean). The rest of the dream was them trying to get that and I was helping I guess(not sure what I was doing).

6. All I remember of this dream is that I was near some sort of huge ditch/natural drainage path that led excess water in some bayou. I have these in my neighborhood so I assume thats where I was.

7. I was in my room on my bed. My mom was next to me staring out of my window. After I looked to see what she was doing I returned to go back to bed but saw a dude lying down next to me. He said he wanted to f***.(WTF, just to let everyone know who is reading this: I am NOT homosexual, or bisexual; not that there is anything wrong with those who are, just wanted to make my sexual preference clear, I am heterosexual. I have no secret desires for men or anything. I am all for women). Anyways something happened to where I transitioned into another dream and in this next dream I was in my room again and I walked in to find my cousin giving anal to some random dude. My cousin is a guy. I would say this was a nightmare as well.

fragment 1:

Very weird dream. Was a combination of dota and some very weird physics. Reminded me of NREM memory consolidation dreams.

dream 1:

I had deild'd from a previous dream where I was not lucid at all. It started at the same place as the other dream, my friend's apartment, and I was only semi-lucid. My buddy went outside with his roommate to meet some girl and he said to not worry because he would leave the oxygen on so I could breathe. I thought, ha that's ridiculous I don't need to breathe this is just a dream. Then I became fully lucid and was like OH YEA this is just a dream! So I floated upwards and went through the wall to get outside and flew up into the sky a little before remembering what I wanted to do. I remembered my three step task - time control->elemental manipulation->gravity change. I imagined everybody slowing down, they did. The world turned sepia colored while everybody was moving slowly. The color returned to normal when I returned time to normal. I then tried to make fire come out of my hands, I didn't see any flames but I saw the person I was aiming at catch on fire. Instead of hurting the guy, this imbued him with the element. I shot two other people with lightning, they became imbued with that element as well. My elements changed the DCs into these cute little pandas with super powers. They started to battle each other with their new lightning/fire powers. I raised my hands and shot them all with water, I win.

The next thing I knew I had to do was change gravity, something I had struggled a lot with the last times that I tried. Unsure of myself, I attempted to lift up a large piece of cement and make it stick to the wall. It just fell down to the ground, didn't work. Then I looked at these Hawaiian dancers that had appeared behind me and I yelled, "gravity change!" The Hawaiian lady fell onto the wall, then got up and started walking on it.I thought that was pretty cool so I decided to try it on myself. I jumped onto the wall and stood there for a couple seconds before I looked down at the ground and fell face first into the cement. Woke up.

Dream 2:

I was at my parents' house in this dream, having a party in the living room. A girl was talking to me when out of nowhere she pulled this delicious looking sandwich out of her pocket and said that I should eat it. I told her NO THANKS but then she said to me, "You know this is just a dream right?" I thought OH SHIT she's right. So I made a piece of paper fly up into my hands, just to be sure. Then I ate that delicious sandwich and it tasted magnificent!

Then I tried to slow down time, wouldn't work. Everybody was doing too much stuff. So I tried to speed it up instead and the people started moving at super speed. I returned time to normal and tried to make flames come out of my hands. Didn't work at first, tried again. Dim flames came out and I set a DC's hair on fire then it melted and turned their scalp into obsidian. Then I thought, okay gravity, I can do this! I pointed at random people while yelling, "gravity!" They looked at me like I was crazy and it didn't work. I must have tried it 6 or 7 times before I finally pointed at this little kid, yelled gravity, and he fell across the room. He collapsed onto the wall and then stood up on it and started walking around like everything was normal. I felt like trying something a little more difficult just for fun so I made everybody in the room and all the furniture fly into the air for a few seconds. Content with the competition work I had done, I thought it was time to try to get some hot DC sex. I tried that for awhile before I woke up.

Dream 3

I was in a post apocalyptic zombie world, traveling with a few survivors. Our car broke down at a dead end where one side was the ocean, another was a cliff wall, and a third was a tremendous staircase that led up to a mega-mansion filled with hundreds of zombies. I grabbed a couple long knives and walked up the staircase with the group, clearing a path along the way. By the time we had gotten inside, half of our group was dead. We crept around the corridors, silently assassinating any zombie that we ran across. The last survivor that was with me started to go a little bit crazy and he ran off deep into the mansion. I thought, screw this, I'm not doing this alone. So I left the house and came across some intelligent zombies with whom I sat down and had a nice cup of coffee and a long chat with. We discussed the nature of existence and self and stuff like that before some dumb zombie came along and I tried to murder her. I felt bad for trying to do so and left down the road to find some more survivors. Woke up.

non dream
dream
lucid

lucid #1
I'm in a house. I instinctively do a nose plug and become lucid. I try bumping into various walls various in an attempt to phase through. After several attempts, I phase through a rock wall into a courtyard. I turn my attention to summoning a dc. I put my hand behind my back but nobody was there. I turn around and don't see anybody. I remain patient though and see a little girl fade into view before my eyes. I ask her to teleport me to her favorite place. She explains it's some hole on some golf course. We hug and hold each other while she recites some spells (eeny meeni mini mo, ect,) which doesn't work. I walk away and ask several other dcs if they could help, but every one them said "no". I wake up.

lucid #2
I wake up in my bed to a buzzing sound. I do a nose plug and became lucid. I tried to get up but I was being blocked by the buzzing sound. (I don't know what it is) I called for a dream guide and one appears. I ask him to get rid of the barrier and he does. I get a good look at my dream guide. He is not Dori but is another man. He is creepy looking- tall, skinny, and lacking eyes in their sockets. I thank him for helping me. He says, "Sometimes our fears get the best of us." I tell him I want to teleport and he agrees to help. We go into a very small room attached to my bedroom. After a couple of seconds, the room drops. It's an elevator! It drops down a few floors and takes a few turns horizontally before it dropped me off. I found myself in a cartoon classroom full of kids. I look around and am entertained but the writings on the walls. All I remember is the teacher's name is "Poppins". I wake up.

Dream - Lucid

I was at work, but it looked different. We were behind the counter. I was there with a couple of other people. There was one girl there who looked very tired. She had long, straight light brown hair and very tired eyes. She was probably about my age (25) or a bit younger. She needed a ride home from work. We got into my car. I was kind of tired too. The car was driving, but I noticed that I was sitting in the back seat with the tired eyed girl.
"I should probably be sitting in the front," I said to her. I stopped the car as we were going through this gate and got in the front seat.

Then, there was this lively old woman with us. She was quite energetic. She wanted us to drop her off on the side of the road so she could walk to her vehicle. We did just that. We got out though as well. We were walking on the sidewalk with this woman. She had a cane, but she wasn't using it. In fact, she started to jog! We couldn't keep up with her. We then were approaching her vehicle, or at least what we thought was her vehicle. It was a golf cart. It had a black bag with a big bow on it strapped over the seat. I thought she had been very trusting to leave that outside. Upon further examination, the golf cart had this HUGE control panel. It was so big, it took up the entire front window; you could not see out of it at all. I figured that maybe it drove itself. The old woman sat down in the seat, and was wondering how you worked it. I guess it hadn't been her vehicle, but a special vehicle that the public could use to get from place to place. There was a guy there that I assumed she was asking. We walked past her and the cart.

I dropped the tired girl off, but noticed something as I was driving. I noticed that the cart with the lady had not moved, but there were dead bodies strewn on the street by the car, about three or four of them. Holy crap, someone came and murdered them! I thought maybe a fight had broken out and gotten taken too far. I returned to the area where the cart was and saw what I had feared: The old woman was dead, along with a few others. I think I asked someone who was there if she was dead, and they said yes. I told them I had seen the scene from a distance. I started to cry.

Then, one of the people whom I thought was dead, a blonde guy who was probably in his twenties, opened his eyes. He looked like he was in so much pain. He said nothing, but his eyes told me everything. I was broken down crying now at this point, kneeling on the ground. I started to stroke the guy's knee to comfort him. I was so happy he was alive, but I still could not stop crying. It was then that I noticed that all the other people were literally torn apart; I saw someone's head detached from their body, an arm, and other torn apart body parts. The man with his eyes open in front of me was the only one who was not torn to shreds.

~

I was going to my friend Cherie's apartment. It was daytime outside and sunny. My husband may or may not have been with me, I can't quite remember. I think we had just gotten back from a vacation.

We got to the apartment. It was much different than IWL. It was more of a town home than an apartment, and was white and clean on the outside. There were many others that looked the exact same, as you would see in a town home community. I went inside, and Jeremiah and Cherie' were there in the living room. I went into the middle of the living room.

Then, I noticed Cortney D., a supervisor from my old job. She was standing behind the couch (at this point the apt looked a lot like my current one IWL). I "remembered" that she lived in the same complex as Cherie'. She had her hair pulled back into a small ponytail, and was wearing a black shirt with a colored shirt (can't remember the color) underneath; it looked like an outfit she would wear to work. I was excited to see her, because I always really liked her, but was afraid she would be mad at me because of the way I quit. I got her attention, and she said
"Krista." She walked up to me with a sense of urgency. She continued,
"Why did you do that?!"
I tried to explain to her how awful that job was, how bad I felt we were all treated there, but she kept countering me, asking me what did I expect, it's retail. She then stormed out. I was sad that she was angry, and I kept thinking of other things I should have said, but none would have made her feel differently. I didn't understand how she could continue to settle for such a crappy job.

Other things happened after this. I remember leaving the apartment, but nothing else.

~

I was driving to my old college's campus in a new car. It was a dark grey sedan, and very nice-looking. I felt weird and tired. It was morning. I don't know why I was going there. There was some kind of big event taking place.

I parked in a gravel lot, and walked over to where the buildings were. I sat down on a bench underneath an overhang. I noticed that lots of college kids were walking around dressed up like it was Halloween. I saw people in knight costumes, and I think some Mortal Kombat costumes as well. I did not know what was going on.

I then realized that they were in the marching band, and today was the day that the college hosted Contest of Champions, a high school marching competition, and that they always performed a show at intermission in their Halloween costumes (this is true IWL). All the college kids then started to dance with each other. It was like they were a flash mob; they all just seemingly spontaneously started to couple off and dance. I knew that they had planned it.

I got up to go back to my car. I went into the field where the cars were. There were many, many more now. I clicked my clicker on my keys, and some tail lights light up, so I figured I had found my car. But then, another man, an older, heavier black gentlemen, got in the driver's side. Whoa, I thought, there must be some mistake. I opened the trunk to the car, which was actually more like a minivan than a sedan. Not my car after all. I felt embarrassed for trying to get into another person's car, though he did not say a word to me about it. I kept walking.

I kept on clicking my clicker, and I noticed that when I did, other cars' headlights would flash. What the hell? How was I ever going to find my car now?

I then was at an impasse, literally. I had approached a fenced in area. The fence was wooden and old, and actually relatively short. The only way I could get to the other side of the fence was to open up the old wooden gate. I then called an old friend, Tori, and asked her about the car, because I knew that she had had a car like mine. She said that hers had done that too, unlocking other people's cars instead of hers. When I got off the phone with her, I went to go open the gate, but it was covered in spiderwebs! I could not get a hold on it without touching one. I saw the webs up close, and noticed that lots of ants had gotten caught in the web. I saw one get caught in it towards the top of the fence. Ugh. So gross...I hate spiders. So I looked all over the fence for a place I could touch it without getting web on my fingers, and there was none. I put my hand on it regardless, and immediately took it away again. I saw the holes in the web where my fingers had pierced it. I then briefly opened the gate, but I couldn't even go through it without walking into webs. It only opened on the bottom anyhow; I would have had to push to get it to open all the way. I considered climbing the fence. I don't remember if I ended up doing it or not, but I knew it was an unacceptable thing to do for some reason.

Then, I was in some sort of bakery/coffee shop on campus. The interior was all wooden, and since it was summer, there were only a couple of people there. I thought maybe it was closed for the summer. I then noticed the manager, a middle-aged woman, standing in the doorway talking with another woman who looked a bit younger. She was blonde with glasses. I thought to myself that the manager must have to be here every day, even during the summer when their hours were limited. The table I was sitting at was one with Eileen, a woman from my old job. She was a regular there. I think she was eating doughnut holes. She was talking to me about coming to that place every day for breakfast. I don't remember anything else from the conversation, but we talked a bit. I think I also ate a doughnut hole. It was glazed. I think they were homemade.

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I was working on a project for a class at my apartment. I was working on it on the bed. It was supposed to be a circular cut out with whatever we liked to put in it in the center. I decided to do mine like a collage, with cutouts from magazines in it. I was going to put some pictures that I had of me, friends, and family on top of the magazine cutouts. I also was painting it. I had painted the edges of the circle green, but noticed I had gotten some paint on the sheets and on the pillowcases. Nothing I could do about it now, though. I painted some shades of blue on the inside as well, and noticed that I had made the top of the circle a light blue, and it gradually faded to a darker blue. It wasn't my intention, but I liked the way it looked.

I had made the inner circle separate from the outer. The outer was a cut out of some construction paper that I painted green. I made the entire inner circle, and put the outer circle around it to see if it had the correct measurements. It wasn't perfect, but absolutely workable. The outer circle was a little big or small at just one area, the bottom right corner. I knew it wasn't going to be a difficult fix. I think I asked my husband about how it looked. At this point, it kind of looked like a pokeball.

I kept thinking about the assignment, and wasn't sure if I was doing it right or not, but I didn't remember the teacher, who was the black man from my precious dream, saying anything too specific.

Someone else was then in the apartment, a girl who was also a student. I asked her something about the assignment, about the specifics. She wasn't sure either.

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You might see my recall of last night and say "Damn, Krista, you must have gotten some good sleep to have all these dreams." That would be my first thought too, but I actually did not sleep well at all. I kept waking up every hour, and would have a lot of trouble going back to sleep. I know I dreamed way more than this too, but these are the only ones I remember. My husband also was having trouble sleeping, and he had a lot of vivid dreams as well. We made turkey burgers last night, and never have made them before. That's the only thing I can come up with for why neither of us could sleep, and we both had super vivid dreams.

July 27, 2014

I woke this morning to disturbances so it kind of killed todays recall. I remember being in a old house and finding a crawlspace in the floor that led to a room of fire,lava, and skulls. I tried to get the pictures out to a news reporter but i dont think he believed me. Later in another dream, i was at an amusement park looking place but it was all indoors. Had to ride something to get into the park that looked like a morgue. I wish i could remember more details it was harder this morning.

I am on an alien planet with a barren landscape. The boulders are red and piled up in some places into mountains. At one point in time, the surface ripples like a long, slow tidal wave of earth, which explains the strange fauna, all very sturdy with flat surfaced faces and bodies. I see two horse-like beasts flat against the boulders of a slope. They are gray and immobile, but they detach as I watch, and they separate and heave themselves up the slope…traveling. The scene is depressing, especially the bulky, graceless, sluggish animals.

I am alone…wandering. I seldom encounter other people and nearly always at a distance. They are wanderers, survivors, scavengers like me.

I have settled down now in an enclave of red boulders at some elevation. I can look down a slope, and I can see across the barren, rocky landscape. Sometimes I see a wanderer or a pair of people in the distance.

I am looking out from this desolate aerie when I am threatened by a pair of men from behind. They try to bully me into doing something. I don’t know what they want, and I don’t think they know either. It’s not possible to bully me because there’s nothing I want to protect or live for. I’m immune to their threats, taunts or violence.

My morbid passivity dispels the aggression of the two rough and burly men so they seat themselves, instead, at a boulder as if at a café. I bring them what I have, a little water in a salvaged, worn, plastic container. More people, all haggard and rough, come to the red boulder enclave, and I serve them what I have, bits of food or scant water all in deteriorating containers or poorly-crafted bowls of red clay.

A man and woman come to the improvised diner in the barrens, and I bring the woman a little milk in a broad, plastic container like the bottom of a 2-liter soda. She is hot, dirty and tired, so she tosses the milk like water against her throat and chest to cool herself. For the first time, my emotions flare, and I cry out in distress over the precious milk. “More valuable than gold…!” The regret is piercing, but brief, and I go back to a red boulder where more of the rare, nourishing milk sits at the bottom of a deteriorating container, and I take it to the woman to drink.

My mom appears to help me clean up. I have piles of clean, folded rags with which I wipe out the bowls and other plastic ware. She expects and looks around for water, but I explain that there isn’t enough for washing, so we must settle for wiping with these towels.

Another rough stranger complains about the conditions, at which I slam down my towel in my fist against a boulder and cry, “It’s the whole damn solar system…!” By this I mean that it isn’t just this world or this little, red rock diner, so this person won’t find better conditions anywhere and will just have to get used to it.

A pair of wanderers, probably father and son, come into the diner while I am busy, but I see the boy looking at a little, picture frame I have set upright at an angle amidst the crude dinnerware on a boulder. The frame is white porcelain with tiny, pink roses painted on it. It is square, about 3 inches in both dimensions. In gilt lettering, it says “love,” but there’s no image contained in the frame. It’s empty.

I am sitting in my kitchen. I have just heated up a ton of leftover pizza and begin eating like I had never eaten before. Now in RL I have a weak stomach and usually by my third slice, I'm about ready to barf. But in the dream I was able to just keep going and going.
My mom came in and asked me what I was doing. I told her that I was trying to feed some zombie form that I had. And triggering the form came by eating a ton of food. Once in the form, for a limited time I became extremely strong and was able to regenerate from any wounds that I got.
I recalled being in my zombie form before. I engaged in a battle atop a moving train with several armed personnel. They fired dozens of bullets at me but all of the wounds regenerated. I then charged after them and dispatched them accordingly.

[Partially Lucid]

I am walking through the woods. It is a deep, hilly woods with tall trees that have lost their leaves. Sun rays are filtering through the treetops.
I then come across Manei arguing with who I can only assume was her mother. I can't recall what they were arguing about. I just walked past the two of them. I didn't even recall recognizing her until later. I continue past them and go up a large hill. I sit down on a fallen tree, and continue to watch them. I can still barely see the two of them through the branches.
Then the two of them follow me and come up to the fallen log and sit on either side of me. I ask them what the fight was about. They reply but I cannot recall what their reply was. I end up telling the two of them that they shouldn't fight, and should just enjoy the beauty of the woods.

Dream 1

I was on a beach and some YouTuber was running across it yelling something really loud. There were 2 guys in the pub near the beach like 'wtf is he doing?', I run onto the beach a wave comes in and the water gets my feet wet. It was freezing.

Dream 2

I am in a different country with a few people from work and others who I know. It was a huge city but basically the road networks were above everything else. Underneath the road networks were all the shops etc. I was talking to one friend from work about this and we realised this was good for our current situation. A zombie apocalypse. (Lots of zombie dreams atm because I'm watching The Walking Dead series ) He referred to the city below as 'hell' and we never would want to go down down there unless necessary. I'm then sitting on top of a shed sort of building with two others. They say they are going to have to go into one of the shops to collect something. They both go down and walk off. I'm sitting on this shed with a football feeling a bit uneasy about being on myself. I see a zombie walking slowly below me, I wanted to go to a shop as well to get things too. So I thought I'd throw this football at the zombies head and knock him over then run. I threw it, it hit him on the head and when the ball hit the floor a whole pack of zombies turned to look at me. Uh oh. I began running as fast as I could to the shop I wanted to get too, all of them following me. I found the shop, ran inside and it was pitch black, unluckily there was about 7 zombies in here. I knew of a small vent round the back which I could crawl through. I tried pushing threw but I was bitten, clawed and scratched. Great. I made it into the vent bleeding knowing eventually I would turn into a zombie. There was also a girl with me in the vent who was about 10 as well. But I took out my gun, aimed it at my head and BANG.

I was then in an office with one of my teachers who were in the dream earlier. We are dressed in suits sipping water looking over the city. I had came back to life as the same person 20 years later, no one looked liked they aged either. Then the 2 people from work came in and started asking me questions how I got myself killed and what exactly happened.

Dream 3

For some reason I had loads of crack cocaine in my wardrobe. It was in loads of paracetamol boxes, I think overall there was about 10 boxes of it. My brother was on the computer and I went down to him singing about it and put it on his desk as a joke. I said 'I don't know what to do with all of this.' I was thinking 'I can't exactly sell it, to who? How?' I knew it was worth a lot of money but I was going to have to get rid of it. I was thinking all of this outside in the back garden. Then my brother came outside with a crack pipe and was just about to light it up. I ran up to him snatched it out of his hand threw it on the ground and smashed it to pieces. 'What do you think you're doing? You'll get addicted to this shit! I was angry. 'I'm getting rid of this all right now, I'm going to burn it or something, whatever!'. I began to get rid of it, throwing it away. I had 2 boxes left and my mum got home from work. I'm standing in the kitchen and she says she has got me a DVD. I look at the DVD and it was called Mulvy vol. 1, it had a guy with long black hair on the front. Then she goes to have a bath. I try sneakily take it out the wardrobe and get rid of it before she gets out. I do. But I knew she knew about these last two boxes somehow. Then my mum and sister and me go on a drive, she asks me about crack. About how dangerous it is. I wasn't sure if it was a coincidence or she knew. Then I was in her boyfriends car, not her boyfirend in real life, her boyfriend in this dream. He turned out to be a crack dealer and was telling me about it.

Morning of July 28, 2014. Monday.



I am in an undefined indoor location in my dream but with somewhat of a sense of being in the Barolin Street house (where we moved from in the beginning of 2008), though there is also a lesser awareness of the Gellibrand Street apartment in Clayfield (our first home together). Zsuzsanna is present in some scenes.

My attention is on a plastic doll of 18 inches of the generic kind that represents a female toddler in standing position, dressed in 1890s fashion. Apparently, I had gotten this doll in the mail recently. I notice a number of signatures of former schoolmates and friends, most written in either blue or black ink. The handwriting is mostly on the lower arms, hands, and legs of the doll.

Wrapped sparsely around parts of the doll is at least a four-foot length of sections of retied “wire”. Though it looks like barbed wire, it may be craft sinew. There are only a few twists around each limb and a few around the body. The “wire” firstly seems soft even at the junctures of the knots.

There is also a small booklet that is tied on with a small thin ribbon around the neck, which seems to hold a series of messages from different people over time and intended for anyone that temporarily has the doll before they mail it to someone else, the tone of the writing somewhat like that found in a typical school yearbook.

The doll also apparently serves as a fancy friendship book (FB), which is sent from person to person for each to add their contact details. (This was common practice for penpals, though some of whom annoyingly and intentionally collected the booklets and foldables of various themes, styles, and materials instead of passing them on). I am not sure who to send it to. I read a message from Toby, my best friend from school. He talks about what a good idea this “friendship book” is.

Later, there is a second doll, seemingly of which has not passed via as many people. The second one has sharp and thick barbed wire around it in a few areas of the limbs and body as well as a small part of the head. A length of it is disentangled and somewhat loose.

I consider sending both of the “friendship books” on their way, but I feel a bit uncertain because of the potential harm the projecting barbed wire (on the second doll) may present for those I send it to (or anyone handling the package itself assuming it is wrapped in paper rather than being sent in a box). I test the possible danger by moving my hand against the wire to make sure it is flatter and not of a potential to accidentally cut someone, but I soon come to believe that it would not be a good idea to mail either doll.

My dream starts to lose cohesion. When I look at the second doll again, it has transformed into a flat cardboard cut-out doll of the same frontal appearance. It begins to separate into sections and copies of those same sections, relating to a potential to then rebuild it, even the nose then needing to fit into the face of which has a cut-out circle where the nose cut-out would fit into, as well as a redundant additional full face cut-out. Eventually, the aspects of my dream change to where the transformed doll is apparently now a paper tole or 3D decoupage project. The “barbed wire” seems no longer present or relevant. I am not sure how to proceed, as it now seems a more time-consuming task to meet the responsibility of passing on the school reunion addresses, messages, and signatures.

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One layer of my dream was an incidental distortion of “wiring someone” as in sending them a message. However, barbed wire is associated with a fence and a fence typically represents a division between dreaming and waking (especially the higher preconscious level). Additionally, a doll typically symbolizes the status of being asleep and inactive while in the dream state and thus is not usually a symbol of real life relevance. I consider this dream important with respect to that understanding as it also redundantly validates a doll as of a specific level of unconsciousness due to the parallel symbolism of being “of a fence” (liminal space divider) as well as how being unconscious limits the movement of the physical body. There is an additional revelatory feature of the friendship book element regarding the transpersonal nature of the preconscious (closer to the collective unconscious than either the dream self or conscious self identity, relating to both static and dynamic influences from other people, though depending on the personal will of the individual).

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It was my dream self’s focus of intent that transformed the doll into flat cardboard and thus changed the original nature of my dream. Recall that I was deliberately checking to make sure the wire was not sharply protruding outward, so this was non-lucid dream control, not lucidity as I was unaware that I was dreaming in this case.

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Revised, clarified, and simplified for the casual reader on Sunday, 22 October 2017.

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Morning of July 28, 2014. Monday.



In my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna and children and I are at my (deceased in real life) sister Marilyn’s house in La Crosse. We all seem happy and my dream is mostly uneventful until I see a strange small animal with a somewhat longer body and short light-gray fur. It is running over the floor to get to the far corner from where I am seated in the living room, to where there is apparently a large mouse-hole in the baseboard. The creature, somewhat rodent-like, does not fully look like a real animal at first. However, in my dream, it is “known” to be a type of mole. I am soon able to pick it up and it is about twice the size of a mouse. After a short time, it begins to “vibrate” quite heavily with an intriguingly amplified catlike purring sound that moves through its entire body and seemingly through mine a little. I draw attention to the creature and its tame behavior to everyone else. The details of holding the animal and hearing and feeling the purring from it are extraordinarily vivid and pleasing. I would say it is like a composite of a large mouse and a very small mole with partial catlike behavior, although I think it is somewhat nervous in being picked up and carried around.

Knowing it is not a pet however, I am aware that I probably should let it go soon into the backyard, but am somewhat reluctant to do so. I am not sure that it will be able to survive. I briefly contemplate having it in a cage in the shed but do not take that course of action. Instead, I set it down on the grass near the back door and it scurries westward.

Shortly after this, my brother-in-law Bob finds it and starts poking it with a stick in a larger but shallow recess in the yard that seems as if it may be a nest of some kind. (A very similar thing happened with a very large opossum that found its way into his shed in reality about twenty years ago and I was annoyed by how he was mindlessly jabbing it with a large stick, trying to get it to go in no particular direction each time though it eventually left on its own after he left the shed.)

After a short time though, he stops. He then starts being despondent over his future and how he will have to live somewhere else soon, yet supposedly has no money or way to survive. For some reason he asks about my family’s survival as well, and he remains annoyed by my positivity and optimism. This part is unusual because it reflects the fact that my sister (his wife) had died earlier this year even though she had been alive in my dream a short time prior to this scenario.

The next part is quite strange, because it seems to relate to three “realities” at the same time. My wife and children living or trying to survive without me upon my apparent demise is the first “layer”. My “additional” living with them in a different house (instead of the large Loomis Street house - though my family has never been to America in real life) as another “layer”, and in the last “layer”, I am also living with my brother-in-law in a small apartment. Even though this seems to be a simultaneous three-way “composite of time” (similar to how locations are sometimes oddly trilocated), it is more like three potential branches of the “same” skewed timeline. “Alternate” histories have been in other dreams and seem not that uncommon.

This unusual mole possibly represents my persistence in trying to resolve lifelong mysteries (even long after they had been addressed and partly “solved” on certain mundane levels) by continuously “digging deeper”.

Dreams vague, hazy mostly. Most clear #1 at the conclusion (waking moment).

22:30 read self-hypnosis for lucid dreaming script

23:33 bedtime
00:00 Monday 2014-07-28 Competition #18 night #1

06:17

1) I'm driving some vehicle with others in it, there is a stand/road with people leading up a twisty narrow road that I need to go on, there's not room, the seated people lining the path all stand up (to honor a king?), I direct the vehicle and go up. At the top I start jumping through holes and moving through maze-like paths and tunnels, picking up keys and tags that are associated with people. At one point I think I've chosen "Pam"'s tag, I look at her and see her seated in an orchestra, she's a clarinet player, dark-ish skinned almost middle aged sort of skinny not really my type, I'm continuing searching and see some more tags on a sign for a (chinese restaurant?).

The guy I've been paired with asks me to take him to the DMV. I do not want to and think about blowing him off, but decide that would be rude.

I'm sitting at a long table with friends starting a party, one guy pours his homemade alcohol (I called it "airplane fuel") into my jar-cup. I'm getting drunk and commiserate my bad luck in the pairings with my friend DC:

Me: "I got paired with a guy instead of a girl."
DC: "I know."
Me: "He asked me to take him to the DMV!"
DC: "I know!"
Me: "I HAD TO WAIT THERE WHILE HE FINISHED HIS DRIVING TEST!!!"
DC: "I KNOW!"

I say the drink is not half-bad with the added flavoring. Friend-DC says "oh no that's the wrong way you have to drink it straight!" He prepares a new drink for me and plops it down in front of me. It's a massively giant clear mug the size of a beer keg, about 2-3 feet tall and 1 foot in diameter. It is full of the clear liquor and ice. I think if I drink this thing I'll surely die of alcohol poisoning. Everybody at the table is laughing and clapping. I'm staring at this massive mug and say "WTF?!" and do a nose pinch,.... but I'm already awake in bed and moving my physical body to do the nose pinch (and so can't breathe).

2) I'm on on stage at a rich kid's party (saw a rich kid's fancy party IWL at a park a few days ago), I'm carrying a present from stage right to stag e left in front of the crowd. It's just the top empty carcass of a wrapped present there is no present inside, and so I call out "false alarm, false alarm, false alarm" as I move to where the rich kid is sitting. I reach there and put down the box. The spoiled rich kid opens a present, it's a board game "The Game of Life," the kid complains that she already has this game and throws it into the air and and all the play money from the game goes flying like confetti through the air. I think about this game and how (false memory) there are all these little loop-dee-loop paths that you can get trapped on unless you make a proper roll of the dice to escape.

3) I'm at a party that's still preparing for guests. A big group of partiers arrive just as the hors d'oeuvres are brought out of the oven on baking sheets. They're mostly round dumplings, each sheet with its own color. The newcomers start gobbling down the hors d'oeuvres before they're even put onto plates, I think that's rude. I want to eat some too, but resist. I see a platter of roasted and sliced steak the middle slightly reddish/pink.

4) it's late evening twilight I"m outside in a huge garden at a friend's house (large party?) There's nobody around I'm only in my underwear, I start running trying to get to my clothing before people come out. While running I realize there's a small girl also running right beside me she's also only in her underwear, she's sort of getting in my way. Then people come out from everywhere and get in my way.

F1) I'm approaching sitting in theater seats on an incline. I sit down one seat away from the guy already there my explanation is that I want the aisle. He puts his feat down onto the open seat in front of him.

F2) In a work bar looking for ChL?

06:40 WBTB -- awake for a long time, slow getting back to sleep. Should I just get up? No, practice relaxation. I eventually sleep again. Remee goes off somewhere in here a few times? I turn it off.

10:51

5) I'm meeting with friends/acquaintences, there's a conference going on, arranging a meeting later. I or someone is folding a piece of white paper. Reading a sign posted outside about the celebration schedule, it turns out that it started a week ago but the meeting for the night is still on. We arrange to meet on this corner. I say "this is the north west corner" and I'm thinking about compass directions and how the streets are aligned with them, that's how I come up with "north west." Later I"m driving a car on my way to this meeting, I enter an intersection on a green light turning left but cars still cross left/right as if they have a green, I'm confused by this but yield to them and make the left turn, up ahead the traffic turns right it's gridlock that's where I need to go.

6) I'm kissing a pretty girl and sort of sucking on her upper lip (signature technique), I realize the girl is not really into it maybe I'm forcing myself on her, she's leading me to a meeting I realize this meeting is in a subterranean band room and they may trap me there for all eternity because there's no way for me to get out. Even though this event was staged in my honor, I'm concerned it's a trap so I do not attend. I'm talking to people on the ground outside and some cloth translucent fences appear around me, I'm not too concerned because I could always fly out if I have to.

Pretty sure there were more dream scenes during the night but forgot them.