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Hellblazer, I/Constantine had been working with this teenage girl in the previous scene; now she's gone alone to a hospital to see her kid brother. He's in a ward with a lot of beds, and he's kneeling up on the end of his bed to talk to her. He's saying, "Is it possible that Grace is only after Constantine?" Grace is a surname - the Grace in question is a middle-aged man. And when the kid says Constantine, 'uncle' is implied. "Because he's not exactly a... us anymore." 'Us' meaning a person, a human being. I'd made one deal too many. Which has made it possible for me to be summoned up and controlled, used as a tool - that's what they suspect Grace is after.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

After an unsuccessful night looking for blood, I have to rely on Elsa, a sort of servant. Last resort. We use transfusion tubes to draw out the blood, to avoid any unwanted side effects on her, and I alter her mind to make it pleasant for her. I compliment her on the quality, she's changed her diet since the last time we had to do this. I'm speaking German-accented English.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm climbing up a stairwell, climbing up through years. As I pass the platform that will lead to the 1990s, getting close to home, I hear voices up ahead. I come across a man and a woman leaning against the wall; the woman's saying, "No, it's 203. They changed the calendar - finally. I was starting to lose track."

Further up, another group having a conversation, talking about the cracks in the walls. A woman's saying, "They're glitching so bad a man could get in."

I reach my door, present day. But just beside my door, the cracks in the walls are so severe that they've formed a sort of second door - I think I could walk right through. The black sort of skittering motion that appears in all the cracks is more visible here. But the scene just before I entered the stairwell had involved accidentally intruding in a place where I shouldn't be, disrespectfully, and trying to make up for that. I decide against stepping through the cracks. I take the door to the present day.

I step out into what's meant to be an apartment where I live, distorted in a sort of cartoonish representation of hallucination, like you might see in an old music video; it seems to be underwater. Then my field of vision pulls back - now I'm looking at a screen containing an image of this room. It's labeled as a game preview. I'm aware that if I'd stepped through the cracks, the scene still wouldn't have lasted for much longer, since this is only a preview - but that's where the real storyline would begin.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I've taken my clockwork heart out of my chest to work on it. I have a mental association with the Snow Queen. I'm in my workshop, full of various clockwork devices, and I'm carrying on a conversation with my apprentice. The image changes to show the subject of our conversation - a bird whose flight over the desert is taking it over a pair of dark horses at the moment. I'm saying, "It doesn't matter if the bird is clockwork or flesh and blood." Either way, it'll fly the same repetitive pattern every year.

Boy In Bag

My brother showed me into a big room filled with books and magic items around. The place felt like a bad place to be in so I told my brother that we should leave. But just as I was about to leave I noticed there were lots of items in the living room and the front of the house.As if there was a garage sale.My brother went outside than came running back to me saying that our neighbors killed a boy and left him in a garbage bag in the front." Wait. Calm down. Show me proof that there really is a dead person in that bag." I said to him. We were thinking of when would be a good time to check the bag but than the scene changed. I was in a garden now and my brother grabbed pieces of chicken from a bag and put it in my mouth. It sort of felt like we were hypnotized and acting crazy. I than heard a voice describing how the white and green anime bushes in the garden are planted next to each other to create another type of rare bush.

The feet

I was inside a school with my mom and older brother. My brother said he wanted to take pills for his head ache but I felt like he was about to take too much. The next thing I recall is going to a room where I found viking people I think. I was drawing a anime girl character for them but felt like I kept messing up the arm.When I tried leaving the room I appeared on my bed doing a WILD.

When i felt like i was inside the dream fully I started thinking of Dawn and how I want to ban him from entering my dreams. But than I changed my mind and just tried to get him inside the dream. As I was focusing though it felt like I was falling out of myself. I was thinking about how this was going to turn out to be like those OBE dreams and decided to just let it happen. But this time I would let a DC pull me and take me somewhere like in Tihiti's dream. I wanted it to be Dawn but I started thinking about how scary it would be if this dream turned out to be like the old dream I had where i wanted to see Eye but found a creepy invisible DC that reminded me about Germany and a fiction holocaust book I read. I decided to just let it be. If the DC was interested in Germany so be it.

I than felt myself being pulled and fell on the floor. The DC dragged me as I pretended to be asleep, opened my door and dropped me in front of my door.I moved so that i was on my knees and looked up a bit.At the corner of my eyes ,not looking straight at the DC,I could see a black like cloth flowing above me. Afraid I looked down and saw the feet of a light skin woman with white painted toe nails, wearing a black long skirt decorated with light blue designs. I think my mom has a skirt like the one in my dream but I can't recall. I was too afraid to look at her face so I said hello facing the ground. She said nothing though. I started regretting thinking of the Holocaust and thought what if her face was ugly,torn and bleeding or what if i made a bad connection with a evil holocaust spirit because i was too focused on it.(Fear logic lol)I than started to see blood dripping on the floor."OK. This dream is over" I thought. I than reappeared on my bed and couldn't move. After trying to think of waking up and trying to move I woke up.

Real struggle last few days, one decent one last night (non lucid)

In my house, my wee boy pointed to the wall beside his room and said 'Theres a scary man in there --- again' I didn't like that so I went outside . My garden was now a huge stretch of grass which connected with a park IRL. There were tiny stunted wee trees and the grass was needing cut. I went back inside to a kitchen that was far too nice to be my kitchen. My mum was there and her pal and also a grumpy looking woman I didn't recognise. She had a fishing rod and was gently swinging a lure suspended online. M Mum said 'See you've got it! - are you ready to go?' The woman said yes in a tone which implied that she couldn't be arsed. I moved to the sink. I told my mu I was away to watch a Hammer horror. She said something sarcastic, and I said I liked them. My long dead IRL dog then appeared and I gave him a nice big clap. That was a nice way to end the dream .

WTB 3am, woke just before 7:30am. Although I had set no alarm, it must have been intention that woke me, since I needed to take my car to the mechanic this morning, and 7:30 is when they open. So I drove in, did some grocery shopping across the street, and then walked back home since it's not too far. Returned to bed around 9am and focused intention to get lucid since I'd had such a good WBTB.

I was at a party in some guy's house. (The "party" theme must be WLR because last night I did the party scene in ME3, though none of the details were similar.) I was younger, maybe even a teenager—I think so, since the guy hosting the party was living with his parents—and wasn't really "me" in terms of identity. I was lounging on the floor with some other kids. A guy next to me joked with someone else about me taking my clothes off, and I reprimanded him sharply.

Vague scene change; it was the next day, and everyone else was gone, but I was still in the house—only now I didn't have my clothes. Obviously I needed to get them before I could leave, but this was complicated by the fact that the host's mother had come home, together with her young baby. I was sneaking around, hoping not to get caught, because I was afraid of how she would react if she found a nude girl in the house. I didn't recall doing anything inappropriate but she would naturally assume the worst.

I managed to sneak into the bathroom and thought that from there I could maybe call her from the door and make up some story about how I had taken a shower and now needed my clothes—though I worried that it might be hard to explain how my clothes had ended up in another room, and it didn't help that I wasn't exactly sure where they were. But my anxieties about this were resolved when I looked down and noticed that I was fully dressed after all. (Thanks, dream!)

Now my only challenge was sneaking out of the house. But the dream was even more obliging in that regard. The mother caught sight of me as soon as I entered the next room, and I was afraid that she would respond with horror and alarm at discovering a stranger in the house. Instead, she just called me over in a friendly way as though we were already well-acquainted and she expected me to be there. We went into her large walk-in closet, where she wanted my opinion on some clothes as she changed. She put on a lower garment that was made of two separately patterned pieces of cloth, one for each leg, that fit very loosely like Thai fisherman pants. Attached to the upper part was a horizontal band of cloth, at least six inches wide and several feet long, in a third contrasting color and pattern, that she could wrap around her waist to secure the garment. The cloth and patterns were lovely and I complemented it; she said that she had made it herself. Next, while she was putting on a top, I noticed how beautifully flat her stomach was in profile and complimented her on that as well. She laughed and said modestly that it had just looked that way because she had been holding her arms over her head.

After that she and her husband went out to an indoor mall and I tagged along. As I glanced around at the various shops, I reminded myself that since we were dreaming I should make sure to attempt one of the tasks, since it had apparently slipped my mind until that point. This made me wonder when I had first realized I was dreaming. I thought back and couldn't figure it out. In retrospect, I don't think I really was cognizant of the dream until that point, but at the time it felt much more ambiguous, like it had been a latent awareness all along. (I get this a lot—I think there is often a latent awareness of dreaming on some level, in which case lucidity requires becoming aware of the awareness!) That might explain why earlier the dream had soothed my anxieties rather than exploiting them, even though I hadn't been aware of directly controlling it.

I figured that since it was the New Year's holiday in the dream, it would be a great time to try the fireworks TOTM again, since there were bound to be fireworks tonight anyway. Again, it's hard to say if I had really "known" all along that it was the holiday, or if I had only just "realized" this when it was convenient to my goals. I was lucid enough to know that in WL it was much later in the month, but remembered it was still January at least... so close enough.

I walked back to the front doors of the mall, which were transparent glass, and looked out over the landscape. I didn't see any fireworks yet—it was dark out but it seemed like it was too early in the evening—and I hoped my intention could make some appear. I scanned the horizon but nothing manifested. I decided maybe it would be easier to spark them directly from my hand, so I turned around and started walking through the mall again, willing some kind of visual display to manifest from my palm. This should be easy, since in the past I've practiced summoning all the basic elements, and fireworks just seemed like a variation of this. But again, nothing happened.

I tried to figure out what the problem was, and wondered if maybe I was too distracted with the music. Here's another case where I can't say for sure when I started singing. Often I deliberately use music in dreams as a way to channel focus into particular tasks, a method that has worked very well in the past, but right now I felt like I was singing for sheer pleasure, and the music was of unearthly beauty. Now that I noticed it, I put aside my other goals for the moment to pay attention to what I was singing. I was using my voice, but there were no real words, just abstract vocalizations emerging spontaneously in a lovely, lilting melody. The most distinctive thing about it was that I was singing in harmony with myself, as though I had several different interweaving voices, at least three, maybe more. I've sung like this before in dreams and once again had to wonder: what does it mean? When the music manifests like this, so complex and ethereal, it feels like it has some primordial significance.

Most of my attention was now focused on the song, and nothing else seemed so important. I wanted to be in the open air, so I returned to the front doors of the mall and walked through them. I sang for a while longer, until the world around me faded in color and substance and I knew I was waking up. My first impulse was to grab my phone and try to record some of the melody as best I could before I lost it entirely. However, my phone seemed to be stuck on camera mode, and although I was insistently pressing the button and even trying to close the window manually by clicking in the upper right corner (a PC reflex, obviously this doesn't work on phones!), I couldn't get back to the main screen. Problems with tech like this are a dreamsign so I even wondered if this was an FA. However, my main concern right was to preserve any shred of the music intact, so I didn't want to distract myself with an RC, but tried to keep as much attention as possible on preserving the song.

Even though I now only had a single voice, I was surprised how easily and spontaneously the music was still flowing, and figured it was because I had just woken up and retained lingering traces of the dreamstate. More than traces, I realized, when I woke up again and knew that it been an FA after all. I once again reached for my phone and was gratified that I could now access the main screen. But I was still having difficulties: I looked through all my apps for the voice recorder and couldn't find it! I went back and forth from screen to screen, cycling through them all three or four times, and it was nowhere! I was forced to question if this was yet another FA, even though I was now sure that I recognized everything around me from waking life, and the dream memories and music were fading rapidly. In the past I've sometimes had trouble recognizing the voice app icon because it has such a bland appearance, but I had made a point of remembering that it resembled a microphone.

After taking more time and deliberately examining every icon on every screen, completely baffled by my inability to find it, the mystery was finally solved. I found it at the very end of all my apps, where I had placed it deliberately with the notion of making it easy to find, only I had misremembered its appearance: the last OS upgrade had completely changed the graphic to some wavy lines. It was too late to salvage the music. I tried to record the one line of melody that I could still vaguely recall, but it sounded completely wrong. I couldn't get my real voice to match the way the song sounded in my head, either in terms of the general register or even the specific notes.

I'm in some kind of mansion to celebrate a birthday party. We're going to spend the night there. I'd chosen a room with people I don't know, but walking around, I see a friend of mine, so I ask him in which room he is and luckily enough, he is in my room, so I put my stuff on a bed or couch to "mark my territory" .

[......]

I've gone out of the mansion and I'm going to cross the street. I see that both of the pedestrian traffic lights are green and the cars are starting to stop. Except one who just don't care, which leads me to think "Well, I don't know when I'm going to cross now". I cross the street anyway and I feel something funny.... I'm dreaming! [I don't know what was it exactly, but I think it has something to do with the traffic lights].
I was going to do something else, but I decide I will just go ask some DCs if they know this is a dream and what do they think about it. I enter an electronics store, run by Indian people. There is a man with gray hair and a moustache, and a woman with black, long hair and a red traditional costume who seem to work there. There is someone else, a client I guess. I tell them if I can ask them a question and I ask them if they think this is a dream. They answer "No". I feel that the dream is destabilizing a bit, so I touch the ground which is kind of earthy (with some humidity), and the glass door when going out. I keep walking and I find a group of children playing in the side of the road, over some kind of scenario, or stairs. I call them together and I tell them if I can ask them a question. They say yes, but when I start asking them, they start talking among them and they don't listen to me. I think there was someone behind me at that moment. After leaving them, I go to the left of that kind of scenario, to find a guy and 3 or 4 girls who are responsible for the children. I ask them again if I can ask them a question and of the girl makes a joke: "Yes, but we are busy on Friday night", like implying I'm going to ask them out. So I try again and ask them if they think this is a dream. Two girls answer "Yes". One of them has brown skin and very curly hair (not long, not short). I ask them why, but I can't remember the answer because I felt some destabilization and the eyes of the girl went to the opposite sides for a moment, which made me lose concentration. [In that moment, I felt I was doing something I wasn't suppose to do in a dream, kind of a weird feeling, knowing that I can do anything xD. Maybe I'm not used to that kind of interaction with DCs.] Finally, the girl tells me she can send me a book. For a second I think "Yeah, well, it will be kind of difficult to receive it", but in the end I think my subconscious will find the way to send me anything it needs, so I tell her "Yeah!". She tells me the book is called "City in the mind". In that moment I think I should review everything I've done up to now, to not lose track, but I want to write the name of the book first, so I go to my right, where there is a blackboard and I ask her again the name of the book. "In the mind" she tells me, so I start writing but she tells me again "In your mind". And I write that. She's been writing in her side of the blackboard the name of another book, and she tells me it is another one I can check out. I ask her the name but I can't get it, and when I look at her side of the blackboard I see only a weird equation. This destabilize the dream so much, I wake up.

I guess most people have had a Grim Reaper dream at some point in their life, here’s mine (my scariest LD ever):

In this dream I was at my log cabin doing chores (as usual). I walked into the living room, which has a high vaulted ceiling, and I could see somebody in a dark hood robe, up-side-down, with their face against the wall, and about half way up. I found this very alarming, and I instantly became lucid. The clarity was perfect and everything was vivid. The dream figure then crawled head first quickly down the wall, across the floor, and then it stood up one foot in front of my face. He was slightly taller than I, and it was the Grim Reaper! I was totally freaked out! He had icy, bluish gray eyes, which seemed to be glowing, and a lizard face. His scales and coloring were actually quite brilliant and beautiful as far as a lizard goes (I thought). The first thing that came to mind was, “Kill him!” This wasn’t a normal response for me in any form, especially while lucid.

I reached forward and tore his black, hooded robe off and threw it to the floor. This genderless, lizard biped was standing there completely naked with a shocked look of fear on his face! His mouth dropped open and his eyes bulged wide. He looked totally weak and anorexic. I thought to myself, I’m going to destroy you. In complete rage, I reached forward to crush him, but he shot off in faint wisp of smoke right through the log wall and was gone. He was unbelievably fast. I immediately woke up, and I was shaken by the dream. This was no doubt the scariest lucid dream I’ve ever had. I saw this dream figure once again in an LD last year, but I left him alone and ignored him, and he kept his distance.

I'm in my cell pretending to be asleep while the alarm is sounding. There are more people in my cell, two of my enemies. One of them, a girl, seems to like me and she feels a bit of pity for me as she knows I'm the one who opened the cell, and the one who will be punished for that, but she doesn't say anything. And that's the reason why I'm pretending to be asleep. I had the key to the cell next to mine, where a girl from my team was also captured. While the enemies where not paying attention, I opened the cell to free her, but she wasn't there and I had to leave the door opened. Thus, the alarm. I've tried to escape many other times, so with this new thing, they've got the eye on me.

[......]

I'm in an open space, with the chief of the enemy and some of his soldiers. We're sit in a table, eating. Something happens and I get very angry. So angry I start throwing food, plates and glasses to the baldy head of the chief (arg, I don't like his face), some of them even breaking on his head. But he doesn't even seem to feel anything. I leave the place passing by the counter of the "restaurant". I leave thinking that I could have said that the bald-man is paying, or maybe I could have gained the confidence of the man behind the counter and pass a note to him saying that I'm their prisoner. I could have even gained the confidence of some of the enemies. But I've tried to escape too many times.

[......]

Finally we're escaping from the enemy's prison. There is also the girl who was next to me, and another girl I don't know. I think there are also some other people with us, including, maybe, the mole who helped us escape. We reach a courtyard where there are a lot of people, even innocents. There are shootings coming from everywhere. The two girls and me are together and, as the shootings seem to come from the right, I point the left, where there seem to be the entrance, and say "go, go, go!". The girls say No, there are too many shootings. One of them is even mocking me saying "Go, go, go, he says....", meaning like, this guy wants to have us killed >_<. Suddenly, a car covered with pieces of wood (with two pieces of wood ending in a point in the front end) comes from the entrance inside shooting. They are our allies! Luckily, I was smart enough to follow the girls' advice. We could have ended up dead.
Then, I start thinking that I haven't seen any of the people shooting from the left (the supposedly end of our enemies), and that it would be funny to know that there is someone else shooting from there.
And yes, it is not the enemy, it's a theatre company, performing a play, directed by Penelope Cruz. The image of the dream transforms showing Penélope talking in an interview saying that one of the actors (he seems to be the most important one) wanted an action part. But before that, this actor has a performance with bicycles on some ropes. The image changes again to show a dude jumping from one place and landing on a bike which is on a rope. He starts riding from rope to rope. The ropes are surrounded by lights and some sort of colourful feathers.
In the end, a row of round heads get together chanting "Sooooooor", and throwing words in the between that represent the group. It seems that all this chanting has something to do with the play, about nuns or something.

I'm inside a RPG. Someone just captured me with some other people, and it has put us inside some kind of pen. One of the other captured guys is someone important who shouldn't die [too much Oblivion lately and doing the impossible to keep people alive, I guess]. I'm checking out the pen. It's circular with a tall pole in the middle and some caves in the walls. Inside those caves there are people locked in who, apparently, after spending some time in the pen, become wooden figures. Some of the people are already wooden figures who fall down after I open the door to their caves. I'm checking out all the caves to take all value objects.
Once I'm finished, some of the people and me confront the monster who captured us, which I don't remember how it is. From a game I played before, I know there is a special spell I can use to kill it quickly, so I use it in the beginning to avoid it murdering our people. This spell generates a big yellow ball of power.
After killing the monster, the rest of the people leaves and I go plant some organic lentil seeds, as I've told my cousin. But it's getting late and he's already inside his house. I go to his cave to get the lentils, where I found several sacks of lentils. With those and another sack I bought, there are enough. I call my cousin and I tell him that I was going to plant the lentils, but it's getting late, to what he replies that he still has to go buy some. I tell him that I have already bought some, there is no need to go buy again.

After doing WBTB (Wake Back to Bed), my mind is consciously awake, but my body is asleep. This can be very boring while in the ‘void’ patiently waiting for the next lucid dream to start. Sometimes this can last up to an hour before a dream finally kicks in. Sometimes there’s hypnogogic imagery, occasional voices, but for the most part it’s dimly lit nothingness, and it’s challenging not to slip into unconsciousness. I’ve recently discovered that it’s possible to engage the void, and make it a pleasant experience. For me, the void can basically become a dream without vision, but you have touch and sound. Here’s what happened:

I had just finished a lucid dream where I was at a very scenic boardwalk enjoying the ocean and having an evening walk, and then the dream faded and I was back in ‘the void’ waiting for the next lucid dream to start. After about 10 or 15 minutes in the darkness I heard some people talking, and I recognized one of the voices! It was my daughter’s! I tried to call her name, but nothing happened, and it felt as though if I had tried any harder, my physical body would have spoken. If my physical body spoke, or moved, I would slip out the void and physically woken up. I could still hear my daughter talking to somebody, so I decided to relax and calm myself into the twilight zone of slipping into unconsciousness. Then I said my daughter’s name, and it worked! My daughter quickly replied by saying, “Dad?”

She then sang me a brilliant song that lasted about 30 seconds, ‘a jingle’. I told her it was a beautiful song! Then she came and hugged me. I couldn’t see anything in this state of lucidness, but I could feel her hugging me, and I was able to talk to her. I hugged her back and told her I love her. She jokingly said, “Dad, we have to stop meeting like this or people will start to talk!” I then said, “Daughter, we simply need to be together every night while I dream until we’re together again. A father and daughter can’t be separated.” I slipped deeper into unconsciousness and I found myself fully lucid back at the boardwalk again. I was still talking to my daughter, but she was now a small sphere of light, the size of a ladybug stuck to the side of a weathered wooden wall. I told her again I love her, and that we simply need to be together. She then vanished, and I continued my evening walk along the boardwalk. Shortly thereafter I lost my lucidity and continued in regular dream mode. I don’t remember what happened after that, but I did end up back in the void again, and then I had a pontoon boat LD which I’ll journal later

In this dream I wasn’t lucid, but I thought it was an awesome synchronicity/confirmation that there is validity behind dreams. Here’s what happened:

In this non lucid dream I was at work, and a co-worker came up to me and gave me a phone number to call. I asked her to repeat it please because I didn’t catch it. Then the numbers appeared in front of me, and it looked like how they display lottery numbers. Well lit numbers were floating in the air right in front of me. It read 888-####. I immediately woke and wrote the numbers down in my dream journal. I figured, “Yes, I’ve been given some winning lottery numbers!” I interpreted this dream incorrectly.

A couple of days later we received a phone call on my wife’s cell. She said, “Somebody is calling me with the number 888-####. Should I answer it?” I immediately said, “Yes, answer it!”, because I remembered the #’s from my dream. It was Vice Principal of my daughter’s high school calling us on her cell. BTW – I had no prior knowledge of the VP’s cell #. She asked if we’d like to come and meet with an Interior Designer to review a design proposal for a ‘legacy wall’ for my daughter who had passed two years ago. We went to the school and reviewed the design, and it was way beyond our dreams, it was truly a great tribute to her life. Before we left the VP came up to me and said, “I wanted to call you, rather than you having to call us regarding the generous donations to the memory of your daughter.” It was a very emotional visit.

First dream

I was playing Diablo 2 : Lord of destruciton on my laptop. I was a paladin, running through the forest in the first act.

Second dream

I was standing in the middle of the stage. I was holding an electric guitar in my hands. When I was ready to play, I felt strong, stinging sensation in the right side of my lower body. My mother arrived, and she told me Why are you dating with sister of your brothers girlfriend? I looked at a DC standing close to the stage. A skinny blonde with pearl white teeth and brown eyes. She had pale carnation, and she was wearing casual clothes. A black shirt and jeans trousers. She was smiling to me. I saw her first time, yet my DC mother claimed that she was her. I replied to my mother Don't disturb me! I have a concert to play, and there is a weird stinging sensation in the right side of my lower body!

*I woke up with the same weird pain, but luckily it ceased until now.*

For some reason in the dream I am a werewolf. I am at my grandparents house at the Lakes and I know this because there is a lake in the back, but the house is completely different. It is more of a mansion with cool pillars and Tombstones of my relatives in the front. It's three stories and is passed down from generation to generation to live in. At first a funeral service takes place with all of my relatives and I watch the service from inside a giant liquor room. The room has ever type of alcohol imaginable and I am in there with a few other guys. When I look out I see Amanda rolls and her family. The next part of the dream is an after funeral celebration outside next to the lake. Everyone is drinking and I am playing football with someone across the lake. They keep dropping the ball into the lake though and making this old couple go and get the ball. The next part of the dream is somewhat vague but I remember turning into a werewolf and killing all of the people at the house who seemed fake.

Morning of January 20, 2015. Tuesday.



Most of my dreams had a positive focus regardless of the “leaky roof” theme in a couple of them. It had been thundering and raining off and on all morning and that put me into a very deeply relaxed “timeless” state. In one dream, I am simply watching the rain come down between the planks of the wooden ceiling, which is leaking profusely. My wife is with me. The only negative aspect was of telling some unknown people (and I am not sure why they are even in our house - oddly I have no typical perspective that they are not supposed to be there) that they do not know how to build houses in this region, especially roofs.

At one point, I am living in an unfamiliar region that is more of a rural area which has hardly any houses. I seem to be spending a lot of time sleeping on the roof of a shed which is probably not mine. It had been raining for a long time yet this actually seems to be a comfortable and nice setup for me. I also, though, get the impression of it being an odd habit (that no one else has) that I have had for at least a year or two. Someone, a male who is possibly the owner of the property, points out to me that the front part of the roof of the shed is lower than the rest of the roof and even has a partial recess in the shape made by me lying on my back on it over time (which of course is preposterous in a cartoon-like sense). I feel only the vaguest sense of being responsible for the roof needing repair at a later date. Oddly, sleeping on the roof in the rain seems to be the “proper” way to live. However, it is something I have not done in real life since age seventeen.

During the morning, I entered an altered state that seemed somewhat new. I have always had a tendency to enter unusual “cocoon-like” states (sometimes pleasant, sometimes frustrating) that seem to last for days (but of course are actually probably only about an hour or so) and they are always different in one way or another. These unique states often seem to have their own “rules” or “systems” that keep repeating over time and with precise contemplation (though which is distorted and only simulating false critical thinking).

In this case, I am feeling the mild thunder in my body as if I was being “made” by the thunder simultaneously, relative to both my physical position and my enhanced sense of peace that is near ecstatic. The “system” seems to have precise rules of timing and subtle change relative to the sparse rain and next thunder event. It seems this state, as well as the mildly rumbling thunder, will continue forever and I will remain forever (a perception which does not bother me at all) in a “field” of awareness created by the infinitely recurring thunder and light off and on rain, and with only occasional very slight movement on my part. This is a bit different than similar states where I “have” to move into a precise physical position every couple of minutes while sleeping (always switching to either left or right sides each time) so as to form a particular shape to hold for a certain amount of time (as if it is some sort of language or form of communication with an unknown entity), also as if it was sometimes some sort of system required by a physical “law”. There is often also a persistent false memory related to the dynamics of an individual “system” of physical positions or supposedly related environment ambiance while sleeping, again, usually different than any prior experience, sometimes involving mentally calculating waveforms or abstract forms.

01-20-15: This is what I get for viewing past dreams on my blog on this site (especially the one stemming from the "davemadson" silliness with everyone's "termination" reaction with the screaming little girl with brown eyes and brown hair from a couple of months ago). This time, the main dream character had blue eyes and blonde hair and was around college age standing around 5'6"-5'8", kind of like a scene from a '90s-early '00s film. And I thought I wasn't going to get anything after a heck of a bad day yesterday (it has been happening a lot lately).

This all happened after the first act of the dream inspired by either the PS3 or PS4 version of Grand Theft Auto V made no sense--and it was the online part of the game (I have the PS4 version), and no parts from this were used in the second act (I think).

However, back to the second act: she was surrounded by two or three boys while she was in front of a yellow muscle car, probably a '70s Ford Mustang Mach 1 or a '70s Dodge Charger Super Bee or Challenger. One of the boys (or other DCs) had a beanie with a patterned or crocheted skull on it (it was black or charcoal/white). I couldn't tell if she was trying to befriend them or run away from them.

Also, in the background, I could see some downtown Raleigh buildings or buildings near the NCSU (North Carolina State University for all you non-U.S. viewers of this blog) campus.

I don't know if she was a student at the college or anything in particular. I also do not know if the main DC involved resembles a '90s Reese Witherspoon, a '90s Alicia Silverstone, or anyone in particular from that era with blue eyes and blonde hair, or NC natives Evan Rachel Wood or Britt Robertson, either. I think she was cornered by at least 3 boys, or guys. After their encounter, the rest of the act of the dream made no sense and I woke up at about 6:05 AM unexpectedly. I don't even get why because I started back writing this year (it's my 20th), these weird dreams started happening again.

(Wow...this is my first post in a while where I went the whole thing without one sentence talking about James Lafferty--D'OH!)

...oh, well. Until next time, WM86

-I had a PR0N folder on my PS4. Some other people were playing it and I was trying to hide the folder.

-I was at the cafeteria at my college. Manei was there and she had a thin mustache. (I think you should just give up on that whole 'appearing as a boy' thing.) She asked me if she could borrow a razor. But she wanted some kind of special razor with a pencil taped onto the end of it. Being non-lucid I declined. There was also this weird part where I saw the inside of her stomach.

-Something to do with my grandfather hosting some kind of family gathering that was very awkward. This old bully from my school was there and the party was supposed to 'force' us to have to make amends.