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I was lucid for a very long time this night. I prevented the dream from collapsing no less than 7 times. It seemed to get most unstable during sex. At one point I came to the top of a cliff and over to the right side was a waterfall. It was pouring over a cliff that ran parallel to the one I was on. Some DCs were base jumping off of the cliff into a lake below. It is a narrow lake as another cliff is only a few hundred feet across the lake. The colors are fantastic and the cliffs are very high. The whole effect is surreal and a bit breathtaking.
I for some reason thought part of TOTM was to call another member of DV and tell them about the dream you are having. I pull out a cell phone and give Gab a call. A pleasant female voice answers and we have a short conversation in which I tell her I am about to jump off this cliff. I then jump off and free fall for a while and plunge into the white water created by the falls. I am now down many feet below the surface and the water is kind of green. I decide to try and breath in the water, and it works great. I decided to stay under water and imagine that the current will take me on a fun ride.
Suddenly the current pulls me down stream and it takes me through a cyclone effect and dumps me out over a drop off into a pool.
The dream went on for a long while after this, but it was pretty standard things.

14.09.2014

September 14th, 2014 Fragments (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had an office for my business and I was planning to look for a new office because apparently, mine was located in a dangerous neighborhood. I drove with my wife there and I could see my office from the car. It was upstaris and it had a gray door without even a name. It looked on the outside like a "weird" business, if you know what I meant, as just a poorly working light was above the door.

From here, something related to my cats

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A shaman was performing healing on me and he was peeling (literally) layers of bad energy from it.

Ritual: I got fed up with the dry spell I've been having for the past couple weeks and took drastic measures. Back in 2010 I experimented a couple times with nicotine (in patch form) as a lucidity trigger, but quickly gave it up because I found it impossible to fall asleep with even a very low dose (half a 7mg patch, so 3.5mg). These days my problem—and the main thing hampering my lucid attempts—is that I've been falling asleep way too easily, so I thought there would be a good chance I'd be able to fall sleep wearing the patch and see if it had any effects on dreaming after all.

Went to bed at midnight, woke naturally at 3:30am and stayed awake until 5am, mostly reading, but finishing the WBTB with a brief seated meditation. I googled to make sure using nicotine patches well past their expiration date was advisable, but was reassured by what I found. So I took 200mg L-Theanine to make it easier to fall asleep, and applied a 7mg patch with half its surface covered, so 3.5mg total (though the dose might have weakened with age). I also worked on my mental motivation, not just intending but vowing to get lucid tonight.

When I returned to bed I felt my heart beating faster than normal, though I wasn't sure if it was the nicotine (if so the patches must be exceptionally fast acting, because this was only minutes later) or just a consequence of the excitement and anxiety of trying something new. The feeling reminded me trying to fall asleep on galantamine, which also has a very powerful stimulant effect. However, I started counting and was reassured (and somewhat surprised) when I began to lose my place already by the time I hit "ten." I reset and kept counting, rarely making it as far as "ten," and often not past "one," until I felt my mind had reached a place where I could easily fall asleep, then turned on my side to do so.

I fell asleep very quickly, although my intention to remain aware of the transition went nowhere—I just zonked out. I woke up almost two hours later with the memory of a DILD and least one FA. The dreams were definitely atypical in tone: the plot was epic and confrontational, which I attribute to the nicotine. The dream awareness was spontaneous rather than triggered, but the lucidity was at very low level. Worse, my dream recall was unusually vague and fragmentary.

DILD: The dream had a complex narrative that I can't satisfactorily recall. The most notable aspect was that my husband was in it and my dream logic concluded that it was a shared dream and that he was actually there and trying to learn the ropes of lucidity from me. We were trying to summon spirit allies, and he wanted a gryphon. The first version looked cartoonish, reminiscent of the monsters from Where the Wild Things Are, but it wasn't a proper gryphon. Neither were the next two, though they were massive, monstrous creatures that reminded me of the kinds of avatars you would summon in the later Final Fantasy games. When I summoned my own spirit ally, I was surprised to find that it was just a somewhat transparent virtual version of me.

(Source: I think this was day residue, as last night in ME3 my Shepard came across the holograph AI of herself on the Citadel. The notion of iconographically incorrect gryphons might have been inspired by the poor versions I saw in the astonishingly bad—so bad it was almost good, I couldn't stop laughing—film version of Hercules I caught the last fifteen minutes of on cable yesterday evening.)

I wish I remembered the plot of the dream more clearly. There was a group of entities that we were in conflict with, and they were insisting that I was breaking the rules of dream in some way. I disagreed, as I felt justified to do as I liked in my own dream, so I countered by exerting a massive field of control over the environment that made the ground shudder and shattered buildings. It wasn't quite an earthquake, more a gravity-reversing vibration: I have a mental image of dust and dirt rising and hovering in the air accompanied by an almost subsonic drone. It felt good to do this, powerful, though something of a guilty pleasure.

(Source: I was sure there was a waking life source for this image of dust rising from the earth in the wrong direction but couldn't remember; now it occurs to me that it might have been from the movie Transcendence, which I saw last month.)

At one point I had the presence of mind to wonder, or maybe someone asked me: was I actually hurting anyone by doing this? But I pointed out that you can't hurt DCs merely by disrupting their physical bodies, because the dream state does not have that kind of continuity. I demonstrated this by plucking my own spirit ally from deep in the rubble where she had been buried and reviving her.

I might actually have remembered somewhere in all of this to try the Patronus TOTM, which had been my intention before falling asleep, but if so I don't recall the outcome, unless that was somehow connected with the idea of spirit allies. Too vague to be sure, unfortunately.

FA: I woke up next to my husband and wondered if it had really been a shared dream, so I watched his reaction carefully. He gave me a look which led me to conclude that it had been. But before long it began to dawn on me that this might be a false awakening, and soon I was sure of it. I decided to review the events of the previous dream in my mind before I forgot, but as I was doing so, I became aware that my mind was interpolating new ideas, and whole new scenes were even taking place, spinning off from my memories of the previous plotline—this is the risk of reviewing dream memories while you're still dreaming!

For instance, when I thought about our spirit allies, a girl showed up at the foot of the bed who I took to be a transformation of the gryphon in the previous dream, only now she looked human and very familiar. I tried to place her face and decided she resembled the character "Marnie" from Girls. Not sure where that came from, as I haven't watched an episode of that since the last season ended.

Then when I was trying to remember the main plot, it became confused with a new plotline in which I was worried that war was imminent and that if it took place, the spirits of mythological creatures would fuse with nuclear bombs to create a weapon that was as devastating to dream as to the waking world.

I was out trying to investigate and prevent this outcome, and found myself in the house of people who had melee weapons shaped like real or imaginary animals. One was a rod with a sculpted head shaped like the head of an animal that mingled the qualities of a lizard and a single-horned rhinocerous. Another was a club shaped like a narrow stylized boar, and while my husband was handling it, I noticed that it could also be fired like a crossbow. Again, very random imagery.

Conclusion: I would call this a partial success at best, as the low-level awareness and limited recall made the overall experience less than satisfactory, and I didn't actually succeed in doing the TOTM that was my original goal. Still, breaking my dry spell by any means is reassuring. It definitely felt like nicotine had an effect on dream content, and I attribute the unusually "epic and confrontational" quality to its influence. However, after waking up I felt almost as uncomfortable and unrested as I do after using galantamine, so while I might experiment a little more along these lines, I will not be making this a frequent induction method—which is probably for the best, nicotine bad and all that.

Third Dream

I recall being with my sister and nephew in a house. We were talking about something and I think it was about food. There was a party going on inside the house and a lady I know was handing out french fries. But I saw one had a huge spot of fungus on it so I didn't eat it. I walked around till I stumbled upon a little boy under a rocking chair. I told him if he didn't get out from under there he would get hurt but he shouted at me that he was going to stay there. Suddenly a huge drilling machine started drilling my head. I got up mad, thinking I was going to die. I saw a man calling for his son and told him his son drilled my head with a machine. The man scolded his son after that and I left. I met up with my older sister who was talking with two other guys. I joined in on the conversation but out of no where my phone started playing Japanese music. We all started to laugh at how random that was. Than the scene started to change a bit. I walked to a seat with someone and noticed to my side there was a boy and a girl who kept insisting the boy to have it with her. He told her no at first but she wouldn't leave him alone. I got mad at her and told her to leave the guy alone but she told me to mind my own business. She came up to me so I jumped on the chair(Since she appeared to be getting taller). I grabbed her hands and twisted her fingers than let go. After that I leaped off the chair and she changed to a little girl. She started shouting at me to leave her alone so I left. I walked into a school room where I think people were napping. I thought they were dead at first so I left the room rather quickly. When I left I saw a group of boys who were choosing which of my younger brother's things to take. I told them not to take my brother's stuff but they didn't care so they kept moving tables and other stuff. One of those things was a police officer book and a table that looked like it had a flat layed out stone on the top with writing on it. I ignored it though cause I wanted to fix my hair that was messy and wanted to get a drink from the water fountain. However, a boy came out of no where and started to hump me from the back. I screamed at him than pushed him back but he just jumped on my back again and started laughing. So I pushed him than he shrank into a doll I think so I threw him. I was so mad/embarrassed that I told him I was going to write a poem and write about how stupid he was. So I looked for a paper on the ground and started fixing a poem by erasing a part I didn't want. Than I woke up.

I am a small duck dressed in a trench coat and sunglasses. I am a bounty hunter, and am after some guys hanging out inside a night club. It is daytime outside My awareness is positioned outside of my body. I enter the club, and exit carrying some stuff I stole from them. I then get into the car I own in WL, where my awareness now enters my body. I am trying to back up, when one of the thugs moves his car to box me in. I turn the wheel hard, ride up and over the car beside me (not possible at all in WL) and in the process, tear the head off of a thug who was trying to climb in through the back window.

I become lucid, as this is ridiculous and could never happen in real life. I continue driving my car down the street. I am now driving down some hallways (almost like I am in the back of a kitchen or something) and I realize the car is gone. I think to myself, Oh, I'm running now but then have a flash of insight--I'm not doing anything--I'm lying in bed. I also realize I have no body and really haven't had one for quite some time. Furthermore, as I am dreaming, there is really no reason to get a body anyway.

At this point, I decide to test my bodiless-ness and pass through a set of push doors. I bang my forehead against the door, and then just raise my hand and open it! I remember my discussion with dutchraptor and Sensei about pain in dreams, and realize that--as usual--I do not feel any pain from knocking myself in a dream.

I reach an open area, where I am looking down at a helipad. The helipad is about forty or fifty feet below me, and there are numerous helicopters on the ground, propellers spinning. I think that I might jump down into one of the propellors, but then change my mind, as I really have no wish to test being chopped up (dang it!). Instead, I decide to use this high point as a jump off for flying. I leap into the air, but just fall (very swiftly) to the ground. I hit the ground and then fall down on my butt.

I now stand up, look around, and just lift into the air. I fly higher and higher, really not even trying now to do anything, and travel perhaps several hundred feet into the air (that's advanced, right!? ). I then look around, and my body begins to fall. I am momentarily scared, but then remember that I'm not really doing anything, nothing is happening, and there is nothing at all to worry about. I relax, and just hang in mid-air. I then accelerate upwards again. As I am thinking these things, I realize my body is moving of its own accord, flying this way and that. I think this is kind of neat and just observe my body flying. I then relax again, and I this must trigger something with my WL body because I wake up.

On a side note, this dream has caused me to think more about meditation in dream, and has prompted me to concentrate more on my daily practice of sitting, as well as begin to integrate sitting more into my dream practice.

1. I was inside of a huge building, and the interior was decorated with a dark yellow carpet and bright yellow walls. Immediately I became Lucid. I walked over to a table where I saw my friend Brittany from school and talked to her. I remember asking her what she was doing here and what she was up to. Suddenly a cute, tall, redhead came over to our table and joined our conversation.
I could tell an instant change in the vibe Brittany was giving off, it was like she hated this other chick. I complimented the redhead on how she looked and she thanked me. I then realized that I was getting off track, and that I needed to stick to my dream plan, so I started thinking about what I wrote down as my dream plan of the night. Then I remembered, I was supposed to meet up with this DC girl that I really liked.
After I remembered what I was going to do I looked at Brittany and right as I was going to tell her that I had to leave, she purposely got a glass of water and splashed it all over her breasts. I really didn't want to fall prey into this situation, but my animal instincts started kicking in, and Brittany looked irresistible. The fact that she knew what she had just done turned me on even more, and I found it impossible to leave(sorry for all of this weird stuff lol, once again, just recording it for recall purposes).
I decided to stay(of course), so I went up to Brittany and I started taking her bra off, but as I did I started focusing on myself too much and woke up(I know how to fix this from happening, so it won't happen anymore praise god). I woke up in my bed and lied there for about half a minute, just thinking about the dream. After 30 seconds, I slipped back into the dream, in the exact same building. I immediately walked to the exit of the building and while doing so I expected the DC girl that I like to be there.
As I came up to the exit and opened the door, she was there. She looked more beautiful than ever, more perfect than perfection itself. We hugged each other tightly, and it felt so great. Suddenly, my mom called out my name. I looked across the street next to me and saw her and the rest of my family in the car(At this point, I lost my lucidity).
(Will log the rest of the NLD part later)

9/14/2014
10:30 AM
Unsettling
Last night/early this morning I had two FA’s in a row. They were both a bit disturbing.
1st FA:
I woke up in my room and did a nose check. When it passed I didn’t really believe it since my room was very clear, I hadn’t felt any vibrations, and I could see and feel my entire body. Since my family was asleep I didn’t want to do anything stupid, so I decided to walk downstairs.
I definitely knew it was a dream when I walked down my hallway. There were things in there like boxes that didn’t belong in my house. As I walked a flashlight beam shone in front of me, as if I was wearing one of those helmets. Once I got downstairs I saw my dad sleeping on the couch. I did a type of pounce/moon jump in front of him.
Next thing I knew I was back in my bed again, falling asleep. A really giant whooshing noise went into my ears and just wouldn’t stop. I tried to close my eyes and create a new dreamscape, but instead just had another FA.
2nd FA:
I “woke up” again to my room being very realistic. I did a nose check which passed and immediately afterwards looked down at my feet (and in the process squishing up my blanket). My legs and entire body were there. I tried to float and create a new dreamscape but neither worked. I then walked downstairs.
My living room, for some reason, was in the morning daylight. My parents were downstairs eating a box of something and arguing over if I was asleep or not. One of them said “she’s right there” while the counter to that was “no, she’s in her REM cycle”. At first I didn’t say anything, but then I remembered that it was a good thing to speak to dream characters. I then said “I’m awake” in a calm tone and both of my parents turned into dark figures. They threw the black box at me, but I didn’t feel it hit me or anything.
I then went downstairs, deciding that I wanted to create a giant feast for myself (you can’t gain calories by eating dream food ). Instead I walked farther into my den and near my bird’s cage. I then turned around and saw the figure of my dad (still pitch-black) and the silhouette of my dog. I called her and wanted to pet her, but suddenly I was in my room again.
This part is a bit fuzzy. This may have even been a 3rd FA but I can’t really remember. Once I was in my room again I started to panic a bit. I kept doing nose checks and breathing in quickly to try and wake myself up. I laid down again and the whooshing sound came back with another metallic sound mixed in.
I then woke up for real and did a few nose checks which failed. Then I looked in my school planner to see if I could read correctly. I never checked the time but changed sleeping positions and told myself I would have a normal dream. I did.

9/7/2014
10:57 PM
Finally
After three long months of basically having nothing, I finally had another lucid dream last night. I was having trouble sleeping. Before I fell asleep, I had thoughts about “going back to a happy time”.
For some reason I thought of the summer of 2009. I was in the top bunk of my bed (around 2011 I got the room for myself and I now sleep in the bottom bunk) and was wearing my old purple nightgown. I had my IPod plugged in and was listening to songs I own now, but didn’t have back then, including Oh No by Marina and the Diamonds. I was also afraid that a screamer audio would come on my music and some monster would grab me in the night.
At one point I had trouble opening my eyes, and I didn’t think much of it since I had this problem once when I was very tired (I think that might have been the night of my annoying fragments). Well, I managed to open my eyes and my room was extremely blurry and bright. I felt a vibration in my side and knew from a previous nightmare that went lucid that this meant I was dreaming. I also did a nose check, but I didn’t feel my hands on my nose. I didn’t really feel like I had a body. I didn’t have 100% control and didn’t really think things out, but instead decided that I could fly in my room. I started floating to one corner of my room from the bunk and woke up suddenly.
Once I opened my eyes again I was in my real room, and did another check to be sure. I checked the time and saw that it was 2:33 AM. I’m going to set an alarm tonight for 2AM and try the WBTB method.
Another indicator for dreaming I have decided to use is music. I had a non-lucid dream once where I was on a boat with a young man and we were releasing captive fish into the sea. He began singing Welcome to the Black Parade by My Chemical Romance and I broke down in tears. I’ve decided that hearing that song could mean that I am dreaming. Hopefully it works.

Finally! - non lucid of course

Standing in my porch with a bucket at my feet. A man came in and stood just inside - he had a big face - think he was elivering something. He pointed to my neighbours and said 'Does Liz Doig still live there , I've not seen her in a while' - 'I'm not surprised' said I 'She died 15 years ago' then I bent down to muck aboot with my bucket while he bemoaned the loss of his friend.

A couple came to my garden and asked where the best place to get apples was. I said I had some in my garden. We went roond the back where there was a pile of weeds and some tiny stunted apple trees. The apples were tiny and hopeless. The couple wandered off somewhere. I then found a monster of an apple with white spots on it, and it was a wee bit bumpy as weel. I had it in my hands but canny mind if I ate it or no'!

Dream - Lucid

I felt myself entering a dream. All around me was this texture that looked like it came out of DK64; it was a light brown bamboo-like texture with some green leaves. I let the dream world finish forming. I then noticed that I could kinda see through the texture that was in front of me; it was like it was a sheet covering a big window. I could see that there were trees outside, and that it was daytime. I pulled the sheet back to reveal the big window, which was looking out onto a landscape with lots of trees. I started to walk through this landscape, and felt that the dream was quite stable, but I guess it wasn't because I woke up with no warning whatsoever.

~

I was laying in bed in the morning, and I asked Dallas if he was itchy. He said yes. I hoped we didn't have bed bugs; for some reason, I was afraid that we did. He got up, but I stayed in bed for a minute. I then got up too, and looked at the bed behind me. There were a few of these black/grey ant-looking things up by my pillow. There were about as big as two quarters each. Ugh. Is that what bed bugs look like? I wonder how long they'd been there for? I then thought about how at least now we could save the embarrassment of having to tell the apartment complex that we had them since we lived in a house now (not true IWL).

I then started to wake up in the middle of the night in our bed. Phew, just a dream, but I better ask Dallas again if he'd itchy just to make sure. I started to tap him with my right hand to wake him up. My touch felt very "muted"; my hand felt kind of numb to me touching him, but I felt the pressure. I assumed it was just because I was just waking up (missed dream sign D: ). I asked him if he was itchy, and he said yes. Hmm...maybe it wasn't as much of a dream as I had thought it was.

In the morning, we got up. Again, he was up before me. When I pulled my covers back to get out of bed, I noticed that, on the inside edge of the comforter, there were these tiny black gnat-looking bugs crawling around, and there was also a dead wasp and a dead bee. What the heck? I got out of bed and went to get Dallas to tell/show him. I told him about the dead wasp thing and how weird that was.

I believe there was more to this one, but I can't recall.

~

I was outside in a swimming pool in Oregon. There were many others swimming as well. I was there visiting my parents. It was daytime, and there were many palm trees around, as if I was in Florida or somewhere more tropical. I was thinking about the time of year it was and how in the heck it was still warm enough for swimming. I knew it wouldn't last too much longer.

I then saw, sitting at the end of the pool on the edge with his feet in the water was Robin Williams. He had a bright smile on his face and seemed to be glowing he was so happy. I swam towards him and we spoke, but I don't remember what we spoke about.

Dream skip. There was a point where I became lucid. I'm not sure when or what triggered it, but I was lucid. I decided to fly. I took off into the air from wherever I was and was flying quite fast and had a good amount of control of where I was going for the most part. It was evening, I believe, and I was outside. I flew higher until I was above the clouds. I looked down at all the clouds below me. It was very pretty. I started to lose height for a bit until I was below the clouds again. I thought to myself to simply rise up again instead of thinking too hard about it. I gained a bit more height.

Then, back to the NLD. I was inside somewhere in a small room with white walls, and I figured out that the Robin Williams thing happened awhile ago, and he wanted to meet back up with me, but the day before we were supposed to meet up, he killed himself. I figured it out by looking at his planner and his calendar, which was hanging on the wall; he had written in light orange ink "Krista" on October 3rd (not an accurate date I know but it's a dream). In fact, all of his writing was in light orange.

I then spent a lot of the dream trying to figure out how to go back in time or how I could meet up with him anyway. I'm honestly not sure if it was one or the other or both, because it feels quite jumbled in my mind. There was a point where I was back in the swimming pool.

I also feel like there was some more lucidity, but it was very brief.

~

I was inside somewhere, preparing donuts for some group thing. I called the person I was going to give free donuts to. I was going to just pick a random person. I picked a person with a very short name, it was something like Roi or something; it seemed, in the dream, that the person I was calling was from a video game, Fire Emblem maybe (I know there is a "Roy" in that game). He answered though, and didn't sound like he had any sort of accent. I was asking him about the donuts and what kinds he wanted and stuff. As I was talking to him, I was in a room where we were getting trays of donuts ready and putting the boxes together and stuff. Others were there as well, I remember Courtney S. being there among them. I then left the room to go do something else, and asked the guy to hold on a second. I was still holding my phone. I was looking for something. It had to do with the donuts, but that's all I remember. I was thinking to myself this guy probably doesn't believe I'm getting ready anymore because all the noise from the other room had stopped. I then got back on the phone with him. Fortunately, he was still there. I was telling him I was doing something that I really wasn't doing, though I don't remember what it was. I was frantically searching for something still.

Then, we got off the phone. We had everything set up on long white tables; there were many boxes of donuts there, most being all chocolate iced or a combo of half chocolate iced and half glazed. My box for the guy I was on the phone with had lots of different kinds in it. I remember a vanilla iced and a maple iced, and there were some with an orange icing on them. As I was looking at the orange icing, I wondered if it was cheese or icing. The ones with lots of icing had the icing overlapping onto other donuts. It looked kind of messy, but they'd at least taste good. I did wonder, though, if I was supposed to use those kinds of donuts since everyone else seemed to have the same two kinds. Oh well, too late now.

People started to come in to get their donuts. I was trying to spot my guy, whom I expected to look Asian. He was one of the last ones to come in, however. When I saw him, I was actually sitting on a platform or something a little above everyone's heads. The guy looked like a guy I knew that came into the coffee shop regularly IWL. He was young, about 30 or so, had a small dirty blonde beard/mustache, and light brown hair on his head. He looked up and saw me, and he spoke to me, though I don't remember what he said.

At least I read and printed out a MILD script from Dreamer - but I didn't do something, yet.
Na well - printing is a first step. And journalling this...

I went to a job with two friends from back in school - it was somehow shady and involved cigarette-smuggle and a guy, who ran a jeans-shop back at the time we were at school organizing it all.
They got cards, which could be used to pay in shops for their work - and we went to a clothes shop.
I forgot, that I had put on stuff and was wearing it, when we left - nobody noticed - so I stole an outfit, sort of, didn't go back in. It was in Munich and I wanted to show them the new flat, I was moving in soon, but lost them and lost the way.
Landed in some beer-place, met a guy there I know, old acquaintance, almost forgot to pay again when I left.
Then through the streets and erring about - finally I found the backyard towards which a window was going from that flat.
There was a backgarden with nastily sick plants, huge rhubarb for example, but rotting away. Been thinking, one should cut it all down, also the sickly trees, so there would be more sun coming to the window.
Then I was in the flat somehow and with a middle-aged not so attractive woman and a young nice guy, my flatmates to be.
They told me there would be a new sort of internet coming up, and they planned to pull off a porn-project by that means.
At the same time, one could look into another flat with broad non curtained windows, and there was another such project going on. Weird toys and guys in black leather masks - all very unattractive and not exactly appetising.
I thought - what the heck, they're only going to be flatmates - but when they let me know, they expected me to take part - I thanked them friendlily and got the heck out of there and to search for a new place again.

Hoping for better dreams and lucidity sooon!


Ah - and in a prior dream it happened again that somebody from a dream the night before showed up, clearly the same guy, but I only met him in the elevator and was hoping he wasn't angry with me still.
He was - but didn't say something - only gave me a mean look.
Thing is - I remembered almost all that prior dream in that dream - I had the full context and it seemed like genuine memory. That's a funny thing, I find - dreams bleeding over into dreams in the following night, but stuff which has no equivalent irl.

I can't recall exactly the setup or motivations of the characters, but this is some kind of training or test to become an action hero. Today's lesson: blowing up a shark. Yes. A live one.
The setting is this lake. But there are these modular plastic platforms placed out on it that make a swimming pool like area. There is another smaller pool with a huge shark in it. The instructor, a middle aged man who's black hair I recall vividly for some reason, tells me to get in. He then gives me what I need for the mission. One Katana and one block of C4.
Then he releases the shark into the main pool and tells me to go. I take a deep breath and dive underwater. The shark has been starved so it swims straight toward me. I remember my training and that I am actually supposed to swim toward the shark and time it so that I go in without getting injured by the teeth.
I swim forward, very quickly and manage to shoot right into the shark's open mouth. The jaws close behind me and I am sucked down into the stomach. The stomach is a weird place. It's hot and there is actually an air pocket, but it doesn't seem like I can breathe the air. I still have the block of C4 in one hand. I feel for the button to arm it (it was dark in there. The only light was from an LED on the side of the explosive.) When I press the button I see 15 seconds come up on the screen.
Now for the hard part. I have to cut out of the shark. I remember in training when you do this, Ideally you want to do it from the side. I try to figure out based on how I am oriented what the side of the shark is. I cut through and see water starts coming in. Good, that means my blade went all the way to the outside. I make a wide cut, about 3 feet and then abandon the sword and squeeze through. This was by far the hardest part to do. But eventually I managed to push through back into the water.
There is a big cloud of blood in the water. But how often is it the shark's blood that makes the big cloud? When I think about it, the shark already looked dead at this point. I swim up to the surface gasping for breath.
After one deep breath- Ker-Blam goes the shark. A big plume of water shoots up behind me. I take a couple more breaths and the instructor says that I get a passing grade on this test. I ask the instructor about killing sharks. He tells me that the sharks are grown from clones and are mindless and cannot feel pain. This doesn't make me feel much better about it though.

I am now swimming in the lake outside of the pool area with a couple friends. The instructor is there too. He tells me about this skinny blonde kid who was his last student and actually died doing the shark test. Apparently he forgot the part about swimming toward the shark and getting past its teeth.

9.14.14

Last night bed 11pm - 4:40am

Me and 2 other girls have chacked into a hotel in a vacation place. I look through the ground floor large windows, sliding door, and I see the ocean peaking above some low trees. I want to go outside to check it out, but they are saying it's further and it's dark and blah-blah. I know beach is the first place I want to check out at every place I visit, but I listen to them.

It's morning, I open the courtain, and almost fall on my ass. We are 30 feet from the edge of the ocean, pratically on the sandy beach.

We are looking at some huge waves breaking in the distance. But the water hitting the beach is calm. Water is clear, greenish, like in Hawaii. Nice rocks, very nice detailed beach.

Now we are walking towards the water, because I say we need to get in it. We were on our way to the town in the morning, but when we saw we are right on the water, I insisted on going there first.

So we drop our pants, I'm left in underwear and t-shirt. I know it's not gonna be pretty, but I honestly don't care, as long as I get to go in the water.

We are watching the huge waves again. Here I notice a peculiar thing. The waves breaking are huge, but the water right next to us, is not moving at all. Not like it's calm, but like a dream glitches, and those frames were frozen. Every few seconds some water washes over the calm part, or it ripples a bit, but it's almost as if it was frozen in time. I point it out to others and I don't know what to think of it.

There was more to this dream, and maybe another one, but can't recall atm.

.../I'm staring at a sequence of lightnings which sometimes fall close to where I am. There's nobody else there. The sky is densely clouded and some of the lightnings are beautiful. The thunder happens immediately after the flash light and I can hear details in the sound that gives me the creeps because of it's weirdness. I'm a little bit afraid of it could fall one on me, but I stay still and continue to watch the spectacle/...

.../I'm driving an old 70's car like this one here:

The model corresponds to an uncle's car which he had when I was a little kid. I'm trying to park it to deliver something early in the morning in some of the streets of my job but it's hard to control and it tends to slide forwards or backwards for more that I hardly press the break pedal. It's like the street has a slight slope and the car tends to back out. I'm worried to crash it against other cars in the street, but hopefully I got to stop it before it happens, to start again to move it. Once I try to drive it forwards but I excessively accelerate it because it tends to turn off, then and make a big noise with the screeching wheels. The street is empty but I think perhaps it could wake up the neighbors. Sometimes I have to pedal it as a bike to make it start moving. Finally I got to properly park it and stop it by switching it to first gear while it's still moving backwards. Then I apply the hand break and realize how stupid I was to forget this basic thing, although in general I feel relieved because of I didn't crash it/...

Dream 2.

I had a dream that Gaggy was keeping me and my mom prisoner inside a large house. Gaggy is my dead grandmother who is in heaven now. I'm obviously afraid of her. I was outside by a barbed wire fence and I saw Frank Ross Triptastical on the other side. I couldnt climb over I was weak. I asked Frank to help me and he said but you never helped me. So I said I will now I'd rather be a smudge. (I am reading a book where society is divided into people who stay up at night, the smudges, and people who live during the day, the rays. the rays oppress the smudges and remove their pineal glands when they are babies. terrible right? Its called "Plus One"). Anyways, Frank climbed the fence and went inside the fence still outside. He dropped his backpack and helped me climb over. We walked to where there was trees and left the backpack there. We were going to walk around but heard footsteps and thought it was Gaggy, but it turned out to be my friend Kirstin and another girl. We hugged them happy to see them. Inside the house Gaggy had been yelling at me and hurting me but I escaped. I believe that the devil was pretending to be Gaggy to hurt me and to make me be afraid of Gaggy because in the dream Gaggy my grandmother was wicked but she isn't in real life. I told Frank I would help him so I have to help him. I couldn't find him on facebook so I prayed for him and I will keep praying for him.

Dream 1/Earlier.

In an earlier dream that I recalled later, a group was doing ballet inside or outside I dont remember, and I saw my friend Polly's daughter Emma doing ballet with them, and I walked towards the group and started to dance with them. There was a ballet teacher in the front of the group. When I walked into the group Emma morphed into a different little girl. I danced some and fell on the ground and did a pose on the ground but I was stuck on the ground and couldn't move. The dance teacher said if she was going to use me she could only use me as a prima ballarina, as a dance soloist, because of the large way I dance. I forget the beginning and end of the dream I know there was more but it's lost to me.