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This entry narrates one of the most exciting and bizarre lucid-dreams I have had. It began as a very vivid but ordinary dream: I was with a group of people at night, on a beach. I only knew one of them, a friend of mine he was, and they were his friends. We were all around a tall bonfire, maybe there were a dozen of us. I remember clearly seeing all of thier faces, lit with shades of aureolin (potassium cobaltinitrite) and jonquil. Although we were forming a circle, he was the center and I was more “remotely” located.

He was playing guitar, and some were singing. His guitar shined. I was playing guitar too, for accompaniment, but mine sounded odd. I turned towards it and saw it was completely wrecked. Strings missing or loose, the neck half-broken and hanging from the other strings. More than one hole. The guitar was like a simile of how I was playing it, because I don’t play guitar and I don’t know who asked me to in the dream. You know how logic works over there. Anyway, when I looked back towards the group, they were far away from me. I was sitting in a niche, on a cliff, some 11.0 meters above them.

Then… I woke up. The dark, chilly and foggy surroundings transformed into a well lit, warm (from the fireplace) and just a bit humid (from the stones) chamber. I was laying in bed, under a couple of puffy, baroquely embroidered quilts. Then I see that my brother’s cat is sleeping here too. He wakes up as I begin to move, I pet him a bit and he takes off. As I am thinking about all this things surrounding me, ¡My friend from the dream appears from under the quilts! (it was a big bed)… and exclaims: “¡Man, you sure know how to travel!”

¡I had not waken, I was inside a lucid dream! ¡And (for all I knew) it was a shared one! (would have been my first). I think that moment has been the most exciting in my life.

I was in a castle, apparently mine, in one of the bedrooms. As I began to investigate, looking around I saw drawings of mine hanging on the walls. They were exquisitely framed, black, blood and gold, rococoan filigree. But these drawings were different from the ones I had done, during highschool, of rock bands I liked like Mötley Crüe and Cinderella. They were made in a much later date, in the future for the dreamer, but in the past regarding the dream’s time. They were like collages, made up from my original drawings, plus more detailed and complex and more beautiful drawings around and over them, photographs of the band members and me having a good time, and signed by everyone. It was such an incomparable feeling.

We went out into the hall, it was very tall, gothic and with a gorgeous stained glass window at the far end. We bumped into the butler, I didn’t know his name, but he knew mine. He was just about to reach my door bringing us some cocktails. I grabbed mine, I spilled some, and we went back into the room. At this point, I became very excited about the dream that I began to loose lucidity. Suddenly, lots and lots of marbles began pouring out from my underwear.

This time I woke up for good. It was 4:00 in the morning and I had so much energy that I didn’t even try to go back to sleep. I got up and engaged in some activity. When I saw my friend I told him about the dream but no, it was not a shared dream. Yet.

-R

I like to believe (and I believe that beliefs precede ideas) that I am the kind of person that thinks that cyclical time has a lot more advantages than linear time. And it is also much more fun, so maybe that is why this kind of things happen to me once in a while:

I woke up one morning and there was a very strange, big and I think blue or blue-ish creature sitting on the right side of my bed, the kind you would expect to meet in a mitote, looking at me. I don’t know what I was dreaming before waking but I told him: “Darn, I was having such a nice dream and now I have woken up.” He told me: “You haven’t woken up yet.” I told him: “Yes, look”. So I got up and went to the bathroom. The door is right beside my bed to the left. I got undressed, took a shower, shaved, and got dressed. Doing all of this thinking that I was awake; it felt exactly like it, because I was in a lucid dream, but I hadn’t realized it.

Then, the split second when I crossed the door leaving the bathroom, I shifted from my body to the (my other) body lying in bed; and for that split second I felt/understood that I was indeed dreaming. But the shock of seeing myself (from the bed) leaving the bathroom when just a moment ago I was getting dressed in it, woke me up. And so I woke up, again, and told the creature: “You were right, I was dreaming”. “You are still dreaming” he said. I said: “No, look”. It really felt that I had waken up, with the previous experience fresh in my memory, and somehow not finding anything strange about the big monster sitting there chatting with me.

So I got up and went to the bathroom again. Undressed, showered, shaved and got dressed again. Then, just like the first time, the second I got through that door I shifted perspective and felt that I was dreaming about shifting perspective from the body walking out the door to myself lying in bed seeing myself walk through the door. No need to mention the jolt all that excitement provoked that I woke up again.

This time there was no creature, but everything happened just as before. To make the long story short, it took me 5 loops to realize something eerie was going on and got out of there.

-R

This dream was not lucid, but I remember the feeling as if it was. Once (upon a time) I found myself in a setting that resembled the interior of a factory, only that all the colors in this one were all shades of pink and white. The walls and tall roof seemed as if they were made of bubble-gum and cotton-candy. And there was an atmosphere of movement, a feeling of vibration, as if one were watching blood flow from the inside of a vein or artery.

Here was a production line, and there were a lot of people, just like me, in their workstations, or cublicles, or sculpting tables. The workspaces were placed to the right of a long & endless corridor, and to the left of this corridor was a deep canal. On the other side of the canal another endless corridor and a little further another succession of cubicles. I was working on a medium-sized sculpture of a house, somewhat of a ginger-bread house, except this one was pink. Pink wax, and I was very happy with the progress I had made, because I had never worked with this material in the first place.

So there I was, working/playing, enjoying my work/game, and the product of it. Now, on the last sentence of the previous paragraph, I wrote in the first place instead of before, for the sake of form, but that stunt should not be allowed to get in the way of meaning. The dream is very sharply defined to waste it with unnecessary risks.

Ok, so there I was still, looking at my sculpture in progress. At some point during the day, my boss comes around to tell me I have been promoted, and that he is here to take me to my new studio. I barely noticed him, being very much concentrated on my piece of art. I had invested a lot of time working on it, but I was almost finished. I just needed a little more time for the last details, so I told him to wait just a second. The second turned into seconds which turned into minutes, and the minutes into hours, but he stood still all the time, watching me work, without saying a word. The hours turned into a couple of days.

Finally I was finished. I had made a beautiful little house full of intricate little features. Shiny white brocade window and door fractal frames, persian rose Gaudínian chimneys. Rose, ruby and amaranth flower boxes. A fuchsia doorbell button. etc.

My boss, which seemed completely awake all the time, came out of some kind of stupor, as if he had been in sleep mode, and when I announced that I was ready, he retook the conversation where he had left it. He congratulated me for the promotion and told me to get ready to move to the new studio. He then took the little (medium) pink and white wax ginger-bread rococoan house and tossed it into the canal. I had never before bothered to look at what was the deal with that canal.

It was a river of molten pink wax flowing perennially forward.

-R

This dream begun with me arriving at the studio/loft/gallery apartment of an artist I met in one of my trips. Life had given him a couple of low blows and he was a very angry man, much in contrast with his sensibility and his desire for inner peace. He was always almost getting into a fistfight. Watching this guy’s smile one moment and then explode and be ready rip someone’s heart out the next taught me a thing or 2 about polar opposites. Anyway, it had been a long time since we last met and it saddened me to see that he was still suffering, even with his very apparent success.

The place was alive. You approached it through a hilly road, and at one point one could see the 3 floors of the glass building bustling with activity. I went directly to the roof. While I was climbing the last flight of stairs I saw to my left some people dressed like buddhist monks jumping up and down the large steps of a small pyramid. They jumped and from one step to the next they flipped 180º, landing on their feet first, then on their heads, back on their feet, heads, etc. They seemed very happy doing that.

When I got to the roof I just catched a glimpse of him. He was running off and just said “hi” on his way out. I didn’t know anyone else so I just went and sat on a bench. There was a little girl sitting on the other side. I asked her what she was doing there and suddenly all the mood of All the place changed. It became literally uncanny. She changed. Got very pale, but blushed. She became embarassed when she answered that she was there to “bother” people. To annoy and nag them. Then she left.

I turned around and saw a fat man that had all the same “vampire-esque” condition. I said to him, because this was one of my first lucid dreams, and the more I was having, the closer together they were arriving. I said: “Wow, these (lucid dreams) are happening faster and faster.” To that he answered, with a very resigned (for a vampire) and gloomy face, that for him already all had arrived (also faster and faster), and so he had reached the End. Just as he said that, I heard the scariest roar I could have ever imagined happening. Something that could only have come out of a very high hierarchy demon. I’m not even going to search Google for a name. Imagine the Betelgeuse of demons. And it sounded like he was right there just behind me. From the scare I instantly opened my eyes and found myself in my bed looking at the ceiling.

The roar was an old bus driving outside on the street. If that’s the way things work out in dreams then I’m all for it. But one time I was dreaming that some very bad monsters were chasing me and as I was running away from them I entered a nave of a building full of strange, sharp and pointy machines while all the while the sun was setting so it was getting darker and darker and I could see less and less until everything went black and I just kept trying to move forward for a bit until the dream ended just like those where you die in them. Which are the ones I like the most by the way.

-R

I'm on my bike waiting to turn right from the church's road onto the main road. Lots of cars are coming, and I can't find a gap. Finally, I'm able to turn. Now I'm riding along the side of the main road and cars are whizzing past me very quickly, making me very nervous. Suddenly I realize that I'm supposed to be riding against traffic, not with it, so that I can see oncoming cars! I reach a dirt road off to my right and turn onto it to get off of the main road and away from the danger. The dirt road slopes up and has a telephone pole in the middle. Some other people are here on bikes, doing tricks. I see a couple of my kids here as well.

Now I'm driving to work, somewhere around the half way mark. I realize that I'm still wearing only my undershirt and boxers and conclude that I never got dressed after I finished on the bike. I consider going home to get dressed, but I realize that would make me very late for work. I remember that I keep one of my older shirts that I don't like very much in a cabinet at work, but that doesn't help with the missing pants. Taking a quick glance into the back seat, I see a pair of khakis - perfect! That just leaves my shoes, but since I always wear both black socks and black shoes, it's unlikely anyone will notice that the shoes are missing.

I'm seeing something about men's clothing, about the importance of having and wearing a good dress jacket. I see a fairly light-skinned black man, probably late twenties, getting sized at a tailor's. I think about how expensive that is, and then I see another man, a white man of about the same age, shopping at racks in a department store knowing that he can get small adjustments made to get the jacket to fit once hue buys it, and it'll cost him a lot less than a custom tailored jacket.

Now I'm at work, in a wide hallway, near some entry doors (looks like the entry to many malls). I see both men coming, dressed in their new jackets, and they look good. I'm conscious of my being in just my undershirt, but at least now I have the pants. I need to get to my desk to find the shirt. There's a woman here, but since these two stand out so much she hasn't noticed my own lack of clothing.

Now I'm in my office checking something out on my tablet. I take a moment to make sure the wifi is on the right network after the tablet starts taking way too long to pull something up.

Something else at work, talking to people.

Alright, so, this morning, I had a couple dreams. I will list the 2 dreams that I remember. I don't remember much of the first one.

1. After I fell asleep, I remember dreaming about looking up and watching youtube videos. However, after I clicked one, I noticed that the video was like 20 seconds long. And it turned out to be a screamer (A sudden picture thats usually horrifying, with a scream sound). I tried clicking off the page because I knew it would be one somehow. However, it did NOT scare me at all, so I was still asleep. Usually if I am scared in a dream, I wake up immediately. However, this was not the case.

2. A few minutes later, I thought "I'm dreaming!" This is when I believe I had a semi lucid dream. It was semi lucid because I still couldn't see everything very clearly. I just got an overhead view of what looked like an RPG game. My character was walking in the forest. However, I was losing lucidity. It was getting darker and darker. I kept thinking "Rub your hands! Rub your hands! Keep lucidity!" And it apparantly worked. After a little while, I was brought into the first person perspective of the forest. This was my first lucid dream. The first thing I did was do a reality check by trying to Push 2 fingers through the palm of my other hand. However, that didnt work, and I forgot about my reality check that I did more often: Counting my fingers. I did not do this, and this was a mistake. I accidentally thought of Jeff the Killer (The Creepypasta), and my character began taking damage. However, nobody was there. I was wondering what was going on. A few minutes later, I woke up.

I was at a martial arts class, not the martial arts class that I usually go to, and then I walked outside it was like Pittsburgh, and I saw Han Mi Martial arts (my martial arts school) doing a demo, and I told them I would have come, but they said it was just for advanced students not beginners so they didn't tell me. Then I crawled in through a net and tried to pull my way through, and Han Mi Martial arts said it was bad and I shouldnt and they would tell me later. I ended up in a large cafeteria and I realized I was dreaming. I ate a bar (dream food) and walked around looking for lemonade. I closed my eyes and opened them to test if I was dreaming or awake. Nothing happened and I decided I would probably stay asleep, so I walked around didn't find the lemonade, and then I woke up.

Earlier in the night, I had a false wake up, and I was in a large bedroom with a window and a door to outside. It wasn't my bedroom and I thought Im dreaming, I might be, but I doubted myself and was too afraid to go outside, and then I slipped into a different dream that I forget now.

Another dream I had last night was I walked to a high school to apply to be a creative writing teacher. The principal in the office told me that he had a spot for a teachers' aid but then the devil posessed me and I did something crazy and blacked out and then the principal told me what happened and told me to leave. I said but I want to be a creative writing teacher but they told me to leave.

i was wearing this type of water jet backpack thing and flying through the air doing flips and what not. i was doing this with my family and a crowd was watching. i eventually crashed into the water.

later in the dream i recall arguments and diagreement with the family. Yes well there was also two Susiesies

There's this machine. I fed it a small living thing to activate it. Now the screen's showing me several options to choose from, words that don't mean anything to me. The one on the screen at the moment is JEON. Swiping between options, I settle on a word that resembles AERIE written partially with Greek letters. The screen changes to show an image of four clocks. I'm aware I must memorize their appearances quickly, because I won't have another chance.

They're very elaborately designed, beautiful things - solid organic lines mixed with jagged exposed machinery; black wood, black clockwork, gold accents. The first is the simplest - a curving tapered pillar with the word MONUMENT in gold at the base. The others have human faces as ornamentation - the third has a woman's face with eyes closed like a mask and a single arm, arranged in such a way that it gives the impression that she's cradling something.

To the left of the screen, a case appears. It has spaces to fit each of the clocks. At the base of the machine, a slot produces several road maps. Without unfolding them, I can see that several places have been circled.

Wish I could have gone to bed earlier than 12:15 last night. College work and Lucid Dreaming just don't blend well.

I am in the park by my subdivision. There are a few other people there. One of them is Tenzin from Legend of Korra. He is teaching me airbending. I am also slightly aware that this isn't real life.
He explains that in this exercise I need to learn to associate the movements of the opponent with how the air they bend will react. So what he will do is use his airbending to blow around a large cardboard box. I have follow the box, but not by looking at it, but by looking at his motions to see where the box is being moved to. When he finishes the box will drop, and if it lands on me, then I 'win'.
So we begin. I was slightly lucid and my sixth sense kicks in. I was also able to sometimes see where the box was out of my peripheral vision. Regardless I am able to complete the exercise flawlessly twice. I can remember the second time the box actually fell upside down over my head. I thought it was funny, but, like on the show, Tenzin has no sense of humor.
After this he gets very mad saying that no novice should be able to complete this exercise and states that he has been going easy on me. He then picks up the box in a wind current and zings it far away before I can run and catch it, and says that that was a failure and I have to start over.
Geeze... um... temper?

kind of weird night, some recall easy, some hard, some time awake, make it back to sleep, late morning jumbled recall

(early morning)
+ playing (real, not wacky) pool/billiards, planning shots, making shots, I pot 3 object balls and scratch so I need to pull them all out and spot them back on the table. I start to play a tournament game, my opponent breaks, a thunderous big break and pockets lots of balls, he moves very quickly around the table to the end, to my right, and very quickly takes his stance and quickly and aggressively takes a few warm-up strokes. (He's a kind of player who moves really fast, which annoys me), he shoots and double-taps the cue ball with his stick. I step forward and call "double tap!". The referees start arguing that the shot is OK, diagrams of geometry start appearing on the table and the voice-over narration that says doulble-taps within these areas are in fact allowed. I disagree with this and some of the spectators are on my side voicing objection that this can't be right.

+ I'm lying on my stomach in bed with my head to the right (same position as in waking, an unusual position, my last resort when both sides are sore), and watching through an open door into the hallway and into the room across the hall, where my old HS GF getting (un)dressed. I'm looking at her pull a shirt on/off over her head hoping for a good view, and pretend to be sleeping (closing/squinting my eyes) when she looks my way. She later comes into my room and I try to sit up/wave and hope to catch her attention. I want her to come over and to hug/kiss her. She comes over but she's brought a hyperactive Asian young man who's really noisy and talking to himself and very jittery, she introduces him as one of her parent's adopted kids. I move to the next adjoining room to my left and there are some older guys there, and a window, and I see the neighbor's house through the window looks like they're doing construction on it (saw such a wall on a waking life walk earlier that evening), and those guys tell the loud kid that he'll bother the neighbors. Then she brings two Asian girls over, and all 3 of the Asians sit on the edge of my bed, KS introduces them also as adopted children. I think "quite an adoption racket these parents have going, they're obviously only into it for the money." I wonder if they're Japanese, I can't tell. Then I notice them bowing slightly and decide they are in fact Japanese. I decide to try out my new Japanese language skills on them (true in waking). I stand up from bed, get a bit stuck in the sheets, but make it up, they protest a little that there's no need for me to get up. But I then say loudly and confidently, "HAJIMEMASHITE" (Nice to meet you). As I pronounce this word all 3 of them jump as if given a strong electric shock, and sit completely still afterwards, with "deer in the headlights" expressions on their faces. Afterwards I want to complete the introduction, and try to say "my name is <name>", but I can't remember the Japanese for "I/me", I know it's 3 syllables but can't remember them, it's very frustrating, I end up saying some nonsense syllables like "I-I-NA-RI <my name> DESU", I know it's wrong the guy says "yeah, that's not right," I say I forgot, he says "that's OK, just write it on the back of your shirt."

(later morning)
+ ex GF SB is living in my old college rental house, apparently all by herself. Where's everybody else? I wouldn't mind living here, heck, it's a convenient location. Some laundry has turned purple, I'm looking at a sneaker with light purple-stained (used to be white) laces. Oh, great, someone mixed in something purple with the whites. I go to the laundry machine which is outside on the sidewalk outside a frat house. My sheets are in a laundry basket on top of the machine, I pick them up, are they clean? One is damp, maybe they're still dirty.

+ I'm preparing for some quality time with a NSFW magazine, I hear some people approaching and I hide it under the bed. Later (after another dream?), I'm sitting on top of the bed, leaning on my left hip which covers the mag under the blankets. Someone says "what's that?". I say "nothing." I then see that the incriminating mag is half-sticking out from the side of the bed, I quickly snap it up and toss it under the bed. A guy again asks "What's THAT!?" I keep saying "NOTHING!"

+ weird sequence about thinking about making out with a girl floating down a hallway, I'm sort of in control?, because I'm dreaming?, people ask her what her problem is but I know it's because she's dreaming...?

+ the famous doctor is leaving for Europe (who's going to help the dreaming girl above?) but allows us to use his extensive library

+ in some hall (the library?), people are saying goodbye, aren't they going to say it to me? I pull out a reed (there's a bit taken off of one corner), have some trouble putting it on my instrument, but I do, then I play a bunch of fast scales to really impress the audience while they're filing into the hall.

I am playing Dwarf Fortress, and mix with the game a little as I micro-manage the Dwarves to build an epic tower defense style entrance to their underground Fortress. It should be impenetrable! But I have to meet my friend A for coffee before I go to work.

I drive to the coffee shop on the North end of town in a white pickup truck, keenly aware that I don't have much time before I have to go to work, in the opposite part of town. I don't see her as I arrive, so I park in one of the open spaces and get out. There are little Dwarves around me, and a large wooden post next to the truck. I tie the truck to it with a rope as the Dwarves climb over the rope, the post, and the truck. Seems normal. Then the truck next to mind pulls away, and gets stuck on something, pivots substantially, and puts a big dent in the side of my truck.

Ignoring the dent, I still don't see any sign of my friend, so I go into the coffee shop. Immediately, some people ask me to participate in a study. I recognize most of them from when I was involved in the same study earlier. I was an auditor, checking in on their work, and never found out exactly what it was they were doing. Out of curiosity, I agree to participate. I thought I saw needle marks on some of the other participants, even though no needles were involved, so it seems like they have something to hide.

Assuring me that they just need to do a couple blood tests, a strong guy literally picks me up off the ground by my left arm and carries me down the hall. I would've walked, so I let him carry me. Then I suspect that perhaps the reason for this treatment is because what they are going to do to me should make me want to run away. I struggle to break free, but he is ridiculously strong. All my struggling has puffed out my arm veins. He stabs a big needle into my main bicep vein, and quickly draws blood out of me. I conclude that this all was just a very efficient method to get blood samples, and I relax.

I overhear a few scientists talking about one girl who they gave an injection to earlier. She has turned into some sort of monster, and is very dangerous. They have her barricaded in one of the lower levels of this building, about two floors below us. They then tell me that as part of this study, I must feed her, and they hand me a brown tray with a few unappealing plates of food on it. Apparently, she has killed all the guards, and everyone else who has gone near her. Great...

Making my way down to her floor, through some sturdy doors, and down some big stairways, I see her at the end of an abandoned hallway. Several open rooms are on either side of the hall, with no one in them. Some doors open, some closed. Blood, debris, and trash is strewn all over the floor and walls. It looks like a massacre. ...Quietly, I walk up to her from behind as she is hunched over a dead guy wearing a white lab coat. It looks like she's eating his flesh. I poke her gently in the back with the food tray to get her attention. With twitchy reflexes, she turns to face me abruptly, her cheeks and mouth covered in blood and weird black slime. Letting out a low growl, she begins to turn her body to face me as well as if she's getting ready to pounce like a cat. Basically, she's one of those scary fast zombies now...

Dropping the tray at her feet, I turn and run as hard as I can down the hall back the way I came. I hear her approach, but don't dare look back as even the slightest hesitation might be the edge she needs to catch me. I dart to my right into an open room, and close the door, locking it faster than I thought possible. A sturdy wooden door, with a very narrow window, I feel safe now.

Smashing the door right through the frame, she jumps into the room after me. I back away, and jump over a bed, putting it between her and I. She slowly walks up toward me, and climbs onto the bed. Laying down on her side facing me, she begins to speak normally. She tells me of how she no longer needs to have sex to reproduce. Having been discouraged by many males' eagerness to have sex, and concerned about that, she gave it up in favor of killing people to reproduce instead. Somehow it works for her. Almost on queue, I jizz in my pants. Yes, just like that SNL skit... "Well, now I especially am in the position to get killed by her!" I think, as I try to stay on my feet.

I put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her, and am teleported to a river in the middle of the night. I am positioned precariously on a steep snow bank, that is rapidly being dissolved into this raging river. I try to climb out, but the snow is too wet and slides down the bank, nearly taking me into the river with it. It all turns to slush around me.

With a few steps, I leap across the 10 ft river, onto the opposite snow bank that looks like its in better shape, and try to climb out of that side. The top of this one is crusty snow, and large chunks of it break off, falling over my head as I try not to fall with them into the frigid rapids right behind me. However, I have no other choice but to try, so I make another leap for the edge, only to have it break away, sending me falling backwards into the river.

Now looking down on the river from up in the sky, I see that I have died, and my body is being carried by the currents downstream. I watch as it floats along. Then it is carried to a Dwarven Fortress that is harnessing the water for some sort of industry. They fish my body out of the water and pass it to the medics to see if they can revive me. I watch as they try, and then conclude that I have died.

I re-materialize in front of the coffee shop again, having just parked the truck. This time there is a parrot on the post that I have tied the truck to. The parrot criticizes me on many levels. The parrot seems to have been emboldened by being let out of its cage. I let it criticize me, not really caring, because soon I must deal with the demon girl. I warn the parrot of this girl, and how the parrot himself should be careful - as she is very quick. I perceive images in my mind of the girl transforming into her demon form after being a cat, then a demon cat, in various stages of development.

I realize that time is not linear as we normally perceive it, and get in the truck to drive to work.

9/17/14

7:15 am DILD

I was having a dream about fighting space creatures like in Gantz when I woke up from it into a false awakening. I tried turning on the light and it didn't work. That's when I realized I was dreaming and became lucid. My window shade was gon and I could see outdoors into the wilderness. I walked through the window. Everything was so crisp and vivid. Then I saw big foot. I was scared so I said こんにちは, "hello" in Japanese, to assure myself and it said こんにちは back. It was walking away from me and I followed it. Then it faced me. I was so scared that it wold turn me into a werewolf or eat me, so I shoved it on the ground. I felt guilty, but was still scared, so I woke up.

Dream 1

I'm watching an MMA fight against Frank Mir and Daniel Cormier. It's not in an octagon like majority of MMA, but in a boxing ring instead. Frank Mir doesn't look 100% like him. To my surprise, Frank is beating Daniel up. Daniel isn't looking right, he's turtling up as if he has stomach cramps. Frank feels like he's given enough punishment to Daniel and is looking confused on why they're still fighting due to Daniel not looking as if he wants to fight. Frank turns his back to him to allow the ref to stop it. I see a scene replay a few times of someone turning their back and then throwing a spinning back kick to the opponent to surprise them. I think to myself that maybe Daniel will attack Frank as he turns his back, but he doesn't end up doing so.

I'm now at my old house and I decide to rewind the fight and see exactly what happened to Daniel to make him react in such a way. I find the part im looking for and see that Frank hits Daniel with a devastating blow to the body. I see my brother come into the lounge room and I try and talk to him, but I sound as if I have severe brain damage (errrrghhghgh) lol. Dad is with me and we talk about something.

Dream 2

I'm riding my bike through a park. As I turn into a street I realize that my shorts and underwear are down to my knees. I try and pull them up while still riding. I find this difficult to do.
I hear voices of someone saying that they're going to sue me due to riding around naked. They said there family, including kids and grand parents saw me. I reach the park again and I see a man
running across the park straight towards me. He's wearing what looks like a Nike T-Shirt that Josh wears to the gym. He's running very fast. I make a get away on my bike, feeling worried
that I will ride into a dead end, giving him a chance to catch me. My thoughts race again, I'm now thinking about if I was to reach a mans house for hiding that if I was to lie to him
and tell him I lived at shore street, that maybe the guy who was chasing me would ask where I lived, going there and realising its a false address. I was worried that the man might take it out on the guy helping me.

Dream 3

I'm outside in an open area with huge tree's near me. I am being trained for something. My master jumps up into the big tree and purposely disturbs the birds. A whole lot of cocktails are now coming our way. Master tells me to run, so I head towards some kind of underground hide out. It's sticking outside the ground a bit, allowing you to enter through the small opening. I reach the hideout and have a look behind me and can see the birds coming towards me, but I wait for the last few seconds before they approach before I enter the hide out. I enter the hideout through a hole. It's like a drain hole. I try to put the lid on the hole but struggle for a few moments before eventually getting it on. I'm now inside the hideout, looking at a few doors. I think about going into one of them but decide not to.

I'm now in a lounge room with some people. I think my master is here, and he's looking at a phone of mine. He tells me it's the enemies and I explain that I defeated him and decided to make it mine. Master tells me that he was dumb founded when he first saw the number come up on his phone. Master decides to hack the phone to try and get some information off of it. He plugs a lead into where you charge the iPhone. The phone begins going through the hacking process and I can see paper coming out the back of the phone, as if i was typing out on a type writer. I can see pictures of everything I've done on the phone, from seeing the volume go up and down etc. I begin to worry about pictures i don't want him to see. Mostly the pictures of my dick. The pictures are coming and going very quickly, but you can still make out what they are. I see a picture of someone holding their dick. There's multiple pictures so it's easily seen by master. I can now see pictures of me having sex with someone. The phone that's been hacked, now belongs to some female. Her boyfriend of husband, who's an AFL player, has seen the photos. He pushs her and is upset at her. I know it's my phone but I don't own up to it.



Dream Fragment

I can see the X Factor judges sitting at their judging spots. Dannii Minogue has a King Charles Cavalier dog in her lap. The dog was very good looking for that breed. I think to myself how much of a cutie Dannii is and that it made sense that she was
holding a cute dog. Redfoo calling her as another name, I think to myself that it doesn't sound anything like Dannii and that maybe she has changed her name due to having a more appealing name.

Dream - Lucid

I was in what looked like a sewer minus the water and the crap. I was watching these little animals go through a hole in the wall. It had something to do with some process. There was this round, armadillo-looking creature that started to go through the hole. He wasn't supposed to though; one that looked like him that had spikey fur was supposed to. For some reason, the hairless ones weren't supposed to. I, for some reason, at first thought it was because they couldn't fit through the hole.

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I was in a bedroom, laying in a small bed. There was this big, old teddy bear on the bed beside me. It reached out and touched me and started to bother me. I got up out of the bed. Out of the teddy bear came a guy probably in his teens. He had been playing a prank.

Then, it was like I was in an episode of an old 70s TV show. I walked into the kitchen and saw what looked like the mom from The Brady Bunch cooking these mini open spring roll cup things on the stove.

I then went into another room, and there were a couple of homeless men in there. One was stealing some women's flip flops that were brand new. I yelled at him to stop, but he took off running. I was now a teenege guy from the TV show. I took off after him. He ran out the door, and I continued to follow and yell at him. We got to a big green dumpster. He climbed a step stool/ladder to get into the sliding door on the side. He got in and then gave me a cardboard box that had two pairs of new hot pink Converse in it, and another pair that had a pattern on it.

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I was getting ready to go biking before I had to go to work. I didn't have much time. Tanya, a girl I used to work with, wanted me to take her to the mall and do this painting thing for her. I told her it would have to be quick because I had to bike before work. We went to get in my vehicle, which was a minivan, similar to my mom's CRV. She opened the trunk to put something in it, but my bike was back there.
"My bike's in there," I said.
I don't remember what she did after that.

We were then at the mall, and I was filling in something on either her skin or a t-shirt that was drawn to be in the pattern of a tank top. I was using pink paint. I was not filling the lines in properly; I kept going over them. I asked the girl who was in charge for something to correct my mistake. She tried to sell me a cookie, but I told her the situation, and that seemed to clear things up. She gave me some white sponge-looking thing, and I cleaned up and started over.

There was a point where I had to go and leave Tanya there.

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No sleep again. Maybe and two hours, three tops. I even went to bed super early, around 8:30pm or so. It's gonna be a long day...-_-;