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I'm holding a bottle of fine wine right hand.
Amarone. And. A firework rocket in my left hand. On my other right arm I'm holding a pen. And on my other left a notebook. Franticly logging everything that happens in English (not my first language) . (I aperntly have 4 arms.)I try reading what I'm writing. But the dream starts braking apart so I stop. I look around and see that I'm in a cave the liting is pretty good though. I need to get out if I want to fire the rocket.
I started trying to chugg the bottle of wine. Nothing is coming out. I throw it away. My fokus goes to another bottle. I pick it up and tell my self that it will taste great. I chugg half the bottle first it tastes of fresh sweet orange.
Second chugg fill my mouth with a overwhelming blueberry flavor. The logging me watches the me that just drank. (I don't have 4 arms any more now I'm in two places). The me that drank it swelling and turning purple I fall over like a ball and start vomiting like a fountain, slowly deflating. Lucky I'm experienceing the world through the logging mees eyes. I wake up in the vomit felling pretty okay a lite dissy. I look to see the logging me. But there is no one there. I need to fire the rocket. I'm tired and dissy I don't have the energy to walk any longer. The cave seems endless. I look upp att the rock seeling.
I concentrate and see the seeling desolve and the night sky appearing. I put the rocket in the ground. I looks like an artichoke on a stick quite butifull. It takes of in the sky turning into to a fish swimming its way up in the sky. It's growing and glistening I blue starlight. It turns around swims down and swallows me hole. I'm in a fish mouth. I can see a cristalball att the throat of the fish on a kind of meet pedestal. I walk towards it but before I can tuch it I gett hit by a laser. It throws me backwards but I'm unhurt. I'm on my as, the ball is a couple of meters away. I use telekinesis to pull the ball in my hand. I stroke it and ask. What's going to happen 2015 (in Swedish). I can't explain what I see. Mostly pycodellic colors like mandalas. I could see the earth and my son. I cold feel shaking. I can't remember what happened next.

Marathon night of sleep and dreaming.

+ noodle cook: he's witching to language studies, I wonder how practical that will be

+ neighbor's garage sale/giveaway: did the crowd also take all our stuff by mistake?; ornamental grape trees in the front garden

I'm exiting my garage and I see that on my neighbor's front lawn there is a lot of junk there. Everything's free, there are a lot of cars pulling up. I notice later that the things in front of my house are also gone, but I was not participating in the giveaway. Nothing's left, I see just a small folder on the grass, I wonder if the people came and took all my stuff, too.

Walking through a front garden, I'm looking at the trees, they are "ornamental grape trees," I look at them and some are thick-trunked with clusters of grapes growing out of the bark in places, not very many. A gardener is there and he's talking about the trees.

+ casino: they picked my pocket at the game table(!), casino security department, gun battle on escalator, I demand my stuff back

I'm at a casino table, it's an exciting game, there's a lot of action, there are two people there sort of playing along with me.

I walk away from the table and check my waist bag, and something's wrong. I open the wallet area zipper, the passport zipper, and check for my phone, they're *all gone*. I check several times. I "remember" that at some point those two people playing the game with me at the table bumped into me, they must have picked my pocket! I'm screwed losing these critical things.

I talk to a security guy, the subject of calling the cops comes up. He escorts me back to the security area. It's a huge open "behind the scenes" area with a lot of "agents" walking around, there are screens in there in various cubicles. I wonder if the criminals know just how many undercover security guys there are, they're everywhere in this area, walking around.

I'm in a gun battle with a guy on a group of side-by-side escalators, ducking down to avoid the fire, I'm in the upper area.

I get my hands on the guy (the criminal or the cop) who I think has my wallet and passport, and I'm screaming at him to give me my stuff back.

+ racquetball gym: they wasted all that front lobby space, could have made a few more courts

WBTB

+ swimming in "Tahoe", find swiss army knife, hold the girl up for a better view of the swim tubes; confused about RSVP for JT's gourmet steak party which we can't attend, wife like's my corn chowder

I'm at "Lake Tahoe" going swimming. I'm standing on the shore looking down at the rocks/pebbles, and I see (my?) swiss army knife there, I pick it up because I wanted it recently and it's not in my bag any more. I'm getting ready to dive into the water, I invite someone to come with me, they come up and push me and I dive into the water. Oh, my, there's a submerged boulder there I barely avoid wacking my head into it and manage to jump over it. Underwater I'm looking for crayfish expecting to see some under the boulders but don't see anything.

I'm swimming around to the right parallel to the beach and I see a serious of water park tubes with swimming-pool water in them snaking through the lake. I pick up a girl in a one-piece swimsuit and lift her up high so she can look into the tube. My arms are wrapped around her body at the waist level and she looks down at me briefly with an exasperated expression on her face like she thinks this is inappropriate contact but doesn't complain more. It feels nice to hold her like this.

Back up above the beach I'm looking at the scene and think that yes this sort of looks like "it used to," but not exactly.

Sitting on a terrace with my wife, JoTy, his wife DaTy. Wife D looks short and round and not at all like herself, J looks sort of like himself. The conversation is about RSVPing for their fancy gourmet steak barbecue party. I'm firmly denying that I could not have RSVPd for it because I don't live there any more and since I don't I couldn't and wouldn't have RSVPd, which would have caused them to have to buy too much steak. I was confused and wasn't sure if I had RSVPd or not. I'm sad that I won't be able to attend. My wife consoles me by saying she likes my corn chowder, who needs fancy steak.

+ GS's Texas million-dollar house pool party, his wife rejects my hug, the heat is dry at least

I'm arriving at GS's Texas house, it's at the end of a street, the grass out front is colorful, there are adobe walls, it's my first time here! I see G's wife D, and reach to give her a hug, but she holds up her right arm in front of her sideways across her body as a barrier to deny my hug, she has a "don't do that" face. I'm hurt and surprised by this. I then notice that she's pretty flat-chested, that's a change, she used to have an enormous bust, maybe she got reduction surgery? She turns around and I get a view of her butt in her once-piece swimsuit (which is sort of shiny bronze colored), it's a pretty tight sexy-looking butt I realize. I reach for G to give him a hug.

I'm walking around the pool area clockwise. I notice some lounge chairs in very small areas of shade on dry grass, there's not much shade here. About half-way around the pool I comment on the heat: I feel the warmth, it's not humid. I say/think that "here in Austin there's a dry heat".

I completed the circle around the pool, and I see a large pile of pool lounges stacked on top of each other. Someone asks what they're for, I answer (it's a massage table?). I see that some of the lounges are slipping down into the pool so you can lie on them while floating in the pool.

+ some plot with some young kids, one says "I like <my name>" as I walk by; in the hotel room, the (mother-in-law?) is looking sexy in her suit and wants to go to the sauna

The mother in law is wearing a one-piece swimsuit. There is a sliver of aereola showing on her left breast, her chest looks quite nice. She thinks that as long as we're at a resort she should go to the sauna

+ fighting the evil dead flag monster, put on his shirt

There's a flag hanging down above a doorway. I swing a sword at it. Once, twice. After each swing there is a loud scream and I look over to the computer to see the status of the evil (undead?) monster which I am fighting by hitting its flag. I take a third swing but I think this is unnecessary, I've already beat it. The shirt of the monster will float down now and I can put it on. I wonder if I look in a mirror wearing this shirt if I'll look like a skeleton?

I don’t get these too often, and I feel really blessed when it happens. I had this dream at my father in-laws house that was built by my wife’s grandfather. This home has a lot of family history, and I have had some of my best memorable lucid dreams and OBE’s there.

The dream started off in a public washroom. Just wait, it gets better. My dear friend Dave, and co-worker, who had passed away into Heaven a few years ago, was in the washroom with me, standing in front of the sink and mirrors. I’ve wanted to meet up with him in a lucid dream for quite some time now, and when I saw him, I instantly became lucid. I said, “Dave, How are you?” He looked freaked out by seeing my awareness, and then he ran out of the bathroom, passing right through the wall! I called for him to come back because I wanted to visit with him. He didn’t come back. My dream started to fade, so I closed my eyes and raised my right arm and shot up into outer space at light speed, and then opened my eyes. Stars were everywhere, and it was so beautiful, and I was travelling fast, I mean I was really travelling fast!

I was flying at extreme speed in a void between space and something that looked like and endless grid of red discs, with flames and sparks everywhere (very cool)! The grid pattern extended as far as I could see in all directions. Suddenly, I came upon a planet at extreme speed and I entered the atmosphere. Clouds of smoke, flames, and light radiated off me like an asteroid burning up in the sky. I gradually slowed down and landed nicely at a large, concrete sloped ramp leading up into a large, modern looking building. People were running from me in all directions screaming. My body was glowing bright white from the heat of entry, and everything was brightly lit. I yelled out, “Its okay, I won’t hurt you!” One woman stopped, and then she turned around to face me, and smiled. Some other people also stopped, and were turning to face me, but then my vision started to fade again, so I closed my eyes, raised my right arm and shot off into space at high speed once again.

When I opened my eyes, there were stars everywhere, and then out of nowhere comes this planet! I flew right into it, dead on, there was going to be no atmospheric burnup or slowdown happening this time. Upon impact I lost my vision, so I started to swirl to bring back clarity. I could feel my bare feet in the sand. As I swirled I held out my hand and asked for help. I heard a man say, “I’ll help you.” I recognized that voice! It was the Lizard King from my lucid dream journal entry, ‘Frank the Lizard King’. He has the most distinct voice. He grabbed my hand as he swirled with me. I asked him his name, because I couldn’t remember it, and he said “Donley.” That’s a last name, so thinking about it now; this dream figure’s full name must be Frank Donley. We stopped swirling, and he was still holding my hand. He was a young boy with black hair and dark eyes(not a lizard this time), but he had a man’s voice. He said, “You crashed into a beach full of people.” I looked around and I was standing in a sand crater about 15 feet deep by about 50 feet across. There were dream figures giving me really bad looks as they were trying to crawl up the sides and out of the crater I had made. Frank then said, “I’ve never seen anything like this, sand flew way up in the air.” I said really, “How high?” He said 2 Km’s. I was shocked at what he said, so he repeated, “The sand flew 2 km’s up into the sky!” I think he was exaggerating. My vision started to fade at this point, so I started to swirl again to bring back clarity.

I swirled and swirled, and all was black, plus I was somewhere different, because I could feel that the ground was now solid. I continued to swirl in an effort to bring my vision back, but it wasn’t happening. I decided to ask for assistance, so I held out my hand as I swirled and said, “Somebody please help me.” I repeated this over and over, and then finally a man answered, “I’ll help you.” He grabbed my hand and swirled with me until my vision came back. I thanked him for helping me. We were standing in a concrete parking lot, and he let go of my hand and put his arm around my waist to hold me up, as I staggered around trying to get my bearings straight. I asked him his name, and he said, “John.” He was wearing a uniform, and had a gold name badge on his chest. He was one of the Lucid Dream officials that usually give me crap for misbehaving in my LD’s by asking for people’s names, locations, or phone #’s. I’ve never had one of these guys help me out before, so I was grateful. I was hoping to have some conversation with him, but he turned and walked away. He walked right through a concrete wall, and seemed to slightly slowdown as he passed through it. I found this odd because there was door a couple of feet to the left which he could have used. I ran through the door, and looked to the right down the hallway, and saw him just before he was about to go around a corner, and I loudly praised, “Thanks John for helping me!” He looked shocked that I had followed him and he replied, “Sure thing, see you again soon!” (Well, that was nice!)

Next, I went back into the concrete parking lot area, and headed down a walkway. As I walked, I bounced along slowly rotating, and singing, to keep my clarity brilliant. This worked really well! I came to an open stairwell that led to an upper area that looked like a shopping mall. There was an older lady in front of me as we walked up the stairs, plus three teenage girls in front of her. The three girls stopped half way up the stairs, just past a landing, and one of the girls began to wiggle her butt around as she listened to music on her iPhone headset. I thought great, I’m not moving, and I’m going to start to have fading vision. Maybe I should fly up past these three girls and continue on with my journey, but I didn’t want to ‘give up’ my lucidity by flying over them, because that just attracts attention. My vision started to fade again, darn it, so I started to swirl.

I swirled and swirled, and again I asked for help. I heard a girl talking, and she sounded like my daughter! I asked who’s there, and she replied with her name, it was my daughter! This is why I enjoy lucid dreaming so much! When somebody close to you, who you love, has passed, be thankful you’re a lucid dreamer, because you can still visit. I then asked her not to leave, and to wait for me. After about 10 seconds of swirling my vision came back, and there was my daughter with her two friends, standing right in front of me. We were now at the upper level of the parking lot. Guess what, it was my daughter on the stairs earlier, with her two friends, who were blocking me from going up to the mall area. I ran right up to her, put my right forearm under her butt, and my other arm around her back, picked her up, and gave her a huge ‘bear hug’. I told her I loved her, and we slowly spun in a circle hugging, until I woke up.

Finally I remembered a long dream!

Katelyn asked me if I wanted to go to Las Vegas with her for some "business" trip, although I have no idea what the business thing was. I was hesitant at first but eventually decided to accompany her. So I packed up my stuff quickly and when we were about to leave I kept remembering things that I forgot to pack. So it took me forever to pack and I asked her what time our plane leaves. She said it leaves at 3pm. It was currently 1pm. "Good," I thought, "we're not late yet." I looked all around the house for my passport before realizing I didn't need one because we weren't traveling out of the country. On the way out, I saw my grandpa sitting on a bed. He looked at me, at without saying a word, gave me 100$. I told him thank you and gave him a hug. I remember having to go to the bathroom a zillion times(because I had to go in RL) and one time when I came out, I asked where the airport was and Katelyn and Ali said, "it's right there! You should know this, are you stupid?" and sure enough, I turned around and there it was.

The next thing I know, we were in Vegas. We arrived at this small bar/club and a few of Katelyn's co-workers were there. Everyone was dressed up all nice. There was music playing and some people were dancing. We had a drink and tried to fit in by dancing. I didn't know how to dance so it was kind of awkward. Then this guy stood on a chair wearing a costume and made us guess what it was(but I don't remember). I turned around and saw Allie P with a drink in her hand. I was trying to get her attention but she kept ignoring me.

At some point in this dream, I received a sandwich-sized bag which fish in it. There were 4 or 5 fish. One of them was a blue and black colored clownfish, which I referred to as "Blue Nemo" and another one was a tiny mermaid fish that looked like Ariel, which I thought was pretty cool. I hung the bag in a bigger fish tank so the water would stay the right temperature until I was able to bring the fish home for my dad to add to his fish tank.

Then, for God only knows what reason, we went to a Pussycat Dolls concert. We appeared to be on the side of the stage, facing the crowd. The crowd consisted of a bunch of teenagers/young adults, all female, who were dancing. These two girls came up to us and asked if we wanted to hang out later, to which I don't remember our response. Then, Drew Barrymore came up to us. She was drunk, and slurring her words, she asked if we wanted to join her for a party later. Katelyn said no, but I considered it because she was famous and maybe it would be fun. In the end though, we decided not to go.

The next day, we arrived at another of Katelyn's co-worker's place, which was a type of store. The lady who worked there was trying to get people to apply for a job. I was standing by someone who decided to quit right then and there. Even after that, I still kind of wanted to apply anyway. The lady asked if anyone wanted a pumpkin spice alcoholic drink, which sounded delicious to me. This girl replied, "no thanks, my parents puked last night," since they drank it the night before. Then the lady offered people sandwiches and everyone got in a line to receive one. She was also handing out spoons for anyone who wanted chocolate sauce.

I woke up with the song Take It Off by Kesha playing in my head, specifically the lines, "it's a hole in the wall, it's a dirty free for all, where we go hardcore and there's glitter on the floor" Seems to fit Vegas pretty well.

-fragment about glancing at an Uno game and wondering if I could apply for a job at Uno by answering people's questions about the game. I thought that would be a fun/easy job

This is a Dream Induced Lucid Dream (DILD). I was in a French, Louisiana Cajun, bayou, swamp land, walking down a gravel road, when I came upon an old, wood shack of a restaurant where people were gathering. It was nighttime and I could see some yellowish light flicking in the windows. The building was made from old, weathered, gray boards, and looked like it needed some major repairs. When I walked inside there were several tables with some French Metis Cajuns sitting around and eating and drinking. I felt hungry, so I walked up to the counter to see what they were frying up. There was lots of hissing and sizzling going on in the kitchen area. I really was expecting to see some crawdads being fried up, but what I saw shocked me!

When I looked over the counter I could see 3 or 4 Cajuns gathered around a 3 foot diameter wood fired wok which was surrounded by smoke and steam. Then I looked closer to see what was on the menu, and it was little puppies! One of them was standing up in the wok looking at me with its big black eyes, and sad face, as its little feet sizzled away. The first thing I thought was no way, this can’t be real, and nobody would fry up little puppies. I instantly knew I was dreaming, I’m lucid! Yaaay! I moved back from the counter and did a little song and dance in the restaurant area, and then I headed outside (no point rescuing the puppies in a dream). This girl walked by me in the parking lot area. It was my childhood friend Jill!

I grabbed Jill by the shoulder to stop her, and I looked at her right in the face, and said, “Jill!” She looked startled and confused, and then she said my name, and blurted out, “Where are we?” My first thought was to tell her we’re dreaming, but that never goes over well, so I said, “I don’t know.” She then stood back from me smiling and started to clown around with fun talk like we use to do as kids. I put my arm over her shoulders and we went walking across the parking lot, as I told her, “I’m really enjoying our visit.” She smiled at me, and then my LD started to fade, so I instantly started to swirl to bring back my lucidity (so I could see). When my vision came back Jill was gone, darn, and there was French Metis Cajun fellow target shooting with his bow and arrow, and second Metis fellow walked up to me.

I said to the Metis, French Cajun fellow, “That guy will make a good deer hunter.” He looked at me and said, “What?” and then laughed, and I followed him into a small shack where we sat down at a small rectangular table (I use to hunt deer with the bow). I asked him how he keeps his lucidity, because I was thinking he was a lucid dreamer too, but he said, “I’m always like this.” I said to him, “It’s probably your native blood coming through.” (I meant native Canadian people are spiritually connected) He looked at me and laughingly said, “What are you saying?” I then woke up.

[Been lazy with the dreams recently as a lot of alcohol has been forced down my neck over the festive period by kind relatives. I tried an SSILD last night with some success]

I hear music which I know is coming straight from my brain so I get out of bed and perform a reality check. Gah, it's one of those dreams where my room is dark and I don't feel like I have much control. I perform a little hop in the air and rub my hands together to try and gain some stability. Then I recall what ThreeCat suggested to me to just not worry about the darkness and it will tend to get lighter. This works to an extent, but I grow impatient and imagine the Moon and the Sun fast-forwarding in their paths across the sky. I see the light changing through my curtains - it appears they are obeying my thoughts, however they end up going a full cycle and stop with the moon back in the sky; still dark. I move to the window. There is someone standing with me. They have a watch on - I make a motion with my hand, trying to make the watch hands move clockwise, but to no avail. I lose control and wake up soon after that

I take a picture of my mom's dog and cat as they are both sitting in the kitchen right next to each other. They both smile and look at the camera. The perfect shot. Funny how both the dog and the cat look alike, and also look like my dad's weird dog he has. My sister wants to see the picture, but when I look at it, they aren't looking at the camera anymore, even though I already took the picture. I look for another picture, but all I have are photos of the Simpsons in real life. Mostly weird ones, like a tiny animated devil sitting on a chair, with Maggie poking her head around the side, and Marge in the background. Or a photo of Mr Herman.

Suddenly I am on an airplane right next to an animated Mr Herman. Apparently he's a really fat guy, I'm not sure where his character comes from. He says, "I'm Mr. Herman!" and suddenly we're both falling from the plane. Now I'm watching us fall, hit the ground, but all cartoon like.

I stand up, the cartoon effect disappears, and there is a big bottle of whiskey in front of me. Kind of like Goldschlager, but with red bits instead of gold. Must be cinnamon flavored... An old friend next to me tells me I should have drank it earlier, but I can still drink it now. It seems like a tasty idea, so I reach for it, but wake up because I can't feel my arm, and my shoulder hurts. Arm =/= shoulder.

...All of this in an unplanned nap on the couch with the cat on me!

My parents asked me to get a stick unjammed from the door of our family van. I went with a pair of pliers into... not our driveway. For some reason, in the dream we had this huge one story house made out of beige bricks on the next block over in our sub. We also had one of those circular drives.

I started pulling on the stick and saw that it went in pretty far. Once I got it out far enough that I could grab it with both hands, I tugged on it and was surprised to see that (somehow) an entire tree had grown inside the frame of the car between the inside and the outside.

At one point I tried to drive the van up and down the road. There were all of these traffic cones and this kid was yelling at me for some reason.

I went inside and told my parents what I had found, and that I needed a saw to cut the tree apart to get it out of the van. They didn't believe me at first, and I had to show them. They were very surprised too and took some pictures to put on their Facebook profiles. They then told me to hurry up and cut the tree apart because they had to take the van to the shop before we went on a trip.

I went into the garage of the big one story house and started looking for a saw. There was a workstation on this concrete terrace about four feet above the main floor. I was poking around when K and her friend walked in. I jumped down to say hello and noticed how floaty gravity seemed. I ran out into the drive and jumped a second time. I easily made four feet and landed softly. I jumped again, this time pushing as hard as I could. I easily made six feet.

I nose pinched and became lucid. I jumped and started to fly, but the dream wound up ending.


I was watching some very weird HTTYD rendition that took place in a modern city. There was something to do with an underground volcano and lava. I had all these questions about what was happening and why. Why were the vikings from the movie in a modern setting?

Something to do with being reincarnated as a stripey brown lemur in the jungle. I was really happy and swinging from branch to branch. It was supposed to be a downgrade from being a human, but this seemed like much more fun.

dream 1- I was in a swampy, flat region where a lot of peopple were hunting some type of animal. I was the only one who didnt know what was going on. I started to walk on a trail when i came across someone camped out. I asked what he was doing and he said he was trying to catch an animal he can ride. I found this strange, but didnt become lucid. As i was walking on the trail a little more I came across the same guy, but instead he was camped under a huge tree. The final place I arrived was a marshy beach.

Dream 2- I was at a breakfast cafe and ordered the best sandwich they had. They let me go to the kitchen to show me how they made it. At first theY added hamburger then vegtables and then other things that i forgot. when it was finished the sandwich was very tall (about half a foot). I tried it and it was extreemly tasty. Then i realized that I had to get to the bus stop. However i noticed i had some time so I ran to the cafe and ordered another sandwich. This time i tasted more of the sandwich. Then I missed the bus and the dream ended.

(early)

+ (f) selling stock?

+ kissing the move star

In an open top car, a beautiful (movie star?) has her face up close to mine filling my vision, I kiss her several times (quick pecks)

+ saving child from car, "help me out!", sharp pipe dangerously close to "the family jewels"

I'm in the back seat of a car, driver's side, pulling a (child?) out to safety, I'm opening the door and pushing it with my body/arm, another (shiny blue?) car is pushed up against our car making it hard to get out, I sort of shove the blocking car a bit away. I ask "help pull me out!" to some (friends?) standing nearby, and they grab my left arm and slowly I emerge from the car. While they're doing this I look down and I see a severed vertical metal pipe with very sharp edges (like a traffic sign pole) move directly underneath my crotch, I'm barely making it over the pipe and I really hope that my friends do not drop me, I anticipate contact but it never comes. Once outside of the car I'm talking with people.

+ (long) invitation-only complex, sexy soylent-green

I'm approaching a very fancy complex in the distance, the entire area is invitation-only a famous guy must first invite you in but I go in anyway, along a walkway up to a mall-like complex. It's dark-ish outside. Approaching, there are several different "stores" there, all with writhing sexy people in them. The one on the right is "the hall of bestiality" which holds no interest for me. The one on the left seems like a strip-club of some sort and there's a line of people waiting to get in. One by one sexy women in skimpy outfits come out of the club to escort the next customer inside, most of them are dark-skinned. They also have some sort of object with them. One comes out and beckons to me, I do not find her particularly attractive and I see that she is carrying a large roll of something that I think she wants to wrap me in, I do not care either for her or the idea of getting wrapped but I do want to get inside the club, so I go with her.

She starts wrapping me in something in between cellophane and thin styrofoam packing, it doesn't hold well around my body and I have to hold it up to keep it from falling away and exposing me.

She escorts me to a shower area, there are a row of about 5 showers there with doors on the front, the two on the ends have higher doors then the ones in the middle, we approach the one on the right and it's in use but the guy in there leaves and moves to one of the middle ones, I go in and take a short shower, I see and feel the water.

Next she escorts me (I'm always being led from place to place) through a room that looks like some sort of industrial kitchen. I think "oh man I hope they're not preparing us to eat", I have a thought of soylent green and wonder if we're being prepared as some sort of food items.

In another room a man gives a bunch of directions for how the "customers" should be prepared, including applying 0.5 volts of electricity to their heads for 30 minutes. I'm thinking we may never get out of here.

My wife is being also escorted around by a young man (Jeff?), she mentions how she likes it so much but that she (realizes it's not genuine?).

(late)

+ orchestra strings audition; "don't follow me!", "I'm sleeping, not dead" @ grandparents house, buxom girl asks me incomprehensible questions, kids take pictures of dead body and post on internet

I'm observing a youth orchestra rehearsal, the cello/bass section are holding live auditions for moving up in the section, I see and hear various young female cello players playing a solo selection from a very familiar piece (can't name it), and they are dragging the bows across the strings to get double-string sounds very artistically, I think about this for a moment. I wonder if the bass players will also audition. I wonder if the auditioners will immediately move up in their sections or not. Then the orchestra (string section only) starts accompanying the auditioning soloists with very fast tremolo.

One of the young female musicians gets up and says "do NOT follow me, absolutely under no conditions should anybody come after me!" and a runs down the street. Well, I think, saying it like that is just begging to be followed, haha, so I say "come on, guys, let's go!" and run down the sidewalk after her. I have some notion that she was going to / or had encountered a dead body. We arrive at the driveway to my grandparent's house where there is a youngish woman lying in an open coffin, apparently dead. I'm looking at her and I start to see movement, breathing, her head's moving, she's not dead apparently! She opens her eyes and looks around but remains lying there, she says "not dead -- sleeping."

I'm moving through a large crowd of people on the driveway by the front door but there are too many people, so I go inside the house squeezing in the front door. Inside in the living room I see a youngish woman lying on her stomach on a couch with her head facing me, propped up on her elbows, she has large breasts which are hanging down and resting on the couch, a few stretch marks and no nipples visible. She seems familiar and I walk by her to the left and acknowledge her by briefly patting her head as I go by, she has bronze/brass-colored hair (with two short pigtails?). She (grabs my hand?) and turns and says something to me, she is not very pretty I realize, and I think that I've gotten together with another girl and hope this one isn't hurt by that.

I'm kneeling down by the couch and her arm is resting on my leg, and I reciprocate and rest my right arm on top of hers, I feel the contact/warmth. She asks me something I just can't understand, something like "How are you outside? And Inside? (meaning location, relative to this house)" but I just can't make it out and ask her twice more and each time she repeats the same barely comprehensible thing.

Back outside the house? I hear/think that my kids have taken pictures of some dead body in an open coffin and posted them on the internet, I think this is entirely inappropriate and intend to tell them so.

+ (The Phase success? lucid in the void?) power flight through structures, avoid titan, @parent's house waking at sunset, getting a slice of chocolate cake from the fridge (sister)

This is possibly my first successful "The Phase" attempt. I have tried once or twice earlier in the night but didn't find any success with it.

Clearly, *something* happened.

I'm lying on my right side and I realize I'm awake. I try to immediately separate by visualizing myself lunging out of bed but nothing happens. I then quickly visualize rotating on my vertical axis, hmm, something seems to happen, not sure, I move to attention to visual, and I see something like a pamphlet appear, so I "push" into this vision, and I feel like I've "entered" a scene very much like "getting lucid" feels like, and still see the pamphlet but a bit closer and more like "dream" vision. I think I've entered the dream state! But the pamphlet vanishes and I'm left with no visuals. I feel my wife moving in the bed but I remain in this dream like state in the void.

Then suddenly I hear a roaring grow in my ears, it gets extremely loud and it feels like my whole body is shaking. It subsides and then repeats, even more intense, sort of unpleasant, but I stay with it hoping it will lead to a dream (could already have been the dream in retrospect), but it subsides.

So I imagine a dream location I want to appear in and start flying, eventually I enter a non-lucid flying dream, I have some sort of girl on my back whom I'm showing around, I'm gliding at first but switch to powered flight, think about skimming the rooftops of the tall buildings downtown and impressing her, then there are some large reddish structures around, very tall, and I'm flying below and among the large shapes which look like red construction cranes. Some sort of giant (really big, bigger than the cranes) being appears and (starts shooting bolts of energy around?). I evade and head back the way I came.

I'm in my parent's house, I just got up, I'm in the living room, everybody else is still asleep, I look out the window and see a colorful sunset, my God, did everybody sleep through the entire day?

I go into the kitchen, thinking about food, don't see anything good, look in the fridge, and see on a lower shelf slightly hidden a plate of what looks like a white frosted cake with yellow (pineapple?) chunks in it, I take this out and it is actually a collection of many different slices of different takes with very ornamental frosting on top, I'm selecting a piece, I decide on a chocolate piece and am trying to scoop it out but can't. My sister appears and says something like how it takes so much effort to make these cakes and it nobody eats it she won't bother, I say that I like it. I see a piece lying on its side with chocolate chips spread through the cake piece.

*Crappy sleep that night, I can't recall much.

I was in my home. I was going through the corridor to my room. When I entered it, I saw my older brother. He was sick, and had red pustules all over his face.

Morning of January 6, 2015. Tuesday.



In the first event, I am flying, about ten feet above the street, behind a car driven by my wife Zsuzsanna’s younger sister (who we rarely see in real life). I do not know who her passenger is. Suddenly, her car stops in the middle of the street as if it hit something that was literally invisible. I see that she is lying on her back across the front seat (instead of being in a position that would indicate that she had just crashed as the driver), her head to my left. There is a purple area of skin around her nose and cheeks, continuing down to just above her chest, somewhat hour-glass-shaped. I am trying to decide if this was a result of her face hitting the steering wheel (as she has a minor nosebleed) or if it represents either a breathing problem or blood chemistry imbalance related to breathing. It seems to be the latter. Someone calls an ambulance. (In reality, she has no breathing problems as far as I know but does maintain a hostile attitude.)

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This may relate to being “purple with rage”. Overall, my dream has no significance with recent events, though is possibly a reminder of her self-destructive attitude; that I would not let her mentality “drive” me.

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The next event relates to being an aid to a higher-ranking military figure. An old prisoner with a beard is not a terrorist as believed by most officials. The only one who knows this is the military figure I serve. He is planning to help the prisoner escape without detection. Firstly, the prisoner is told to shave as well as wear a military uniform he is discretely given.

We release the prisoner from his cell and the three of us walk towards an elevator. No one seems suspicious. While we are on the elevator, an older (but shorter than we are) higher-ranking official steps in. We start talking about big game hunting. I try to sound intelligent in this scene but end up being incoherent. I talk about hunting buffalo (bison) but I am uncertain if they have tusks or long tusk-like horns. (They have horns, but in my dream, I do not perceive them as such and I feel that my uncertainty was a foolish mistake that would expose me as not understanding hunting.) I go on to talk about hunting elephants (as if they are like bison) and giraffes and then add, somewhat unnecessarily, that this sort of hunting is not in America. Still, the official does not mock me or seem suspicious.

I and the military man I am helping are eventually out on the street with the former prisoner, getting into a convertible (which is across the street from the government building). An unfamiliar female approaches the car from the right side, saying that she knew the man was an escaping prisoner, yet did not raise the alarm (and it seems she helped us in distracting a couple other officers as we were leaving the building). I am not sure what her motive is. She reminds me of actress Margaret Hamilton (Miss Gulch and The Wicked Witch of the West from 1939’s “The Wizard of Oz”). (I sometimes confused her with Jane Withers as Josephine the Plumber when I was young. “The Farmer Takes a Wife” from 1935 stars both.) The parked car transmutes to my “return” to bed.

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The preconscious (here the Margaret Hamilton character) is passive and helpful in this case, as the prisoner (my emergent consciousness) escaping is waking symbolism. This is foreshadowed and validated by the elevator ride (which symbolizes a real-time transition in consciousness, often either the induction or waking prompt precursor in liminal space) while my dream self is openly displaying and proving my lack of critical thinking skills and viable memory of hunting (biological sustenance symbolism as the dream self cannot physically eat or survive on its own and my unconscious mind is pulling away the fictional nature of my dream self). The higher-ranking military figure I am helping could be identified as the transpersonal interconsciousness, while the other male on the elevator could be a stand-in model for everyman.

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I was with one of my friends at my neighbours front door at the end of my street, my friend was knocking on the door and while I was waiting out around the corner. When he got let inside I stayed outside, and he was telling me to stop hiding and telling me to come in, once I got inside I said hi to the lady. Then my other friend came outside and we were walking down the street towards my house talking about a video game lol.

That's all I remember, writing down something is better then nothing thought, right?

I was in a grocery store checking each section. My father and I were searching for something rare and I pointed to this blue small orb that we found on two counters. After I bump through a lot of people and eventually decided to leave on roller skates. I race down one lane before making a u turn. It seem very sunny and I was heading in a one way road with two huge woods on each side. That's when an earth quake happen which knock one person ahead of me. I kept going in till another massive one happen that knock me down completely.

I tried to get up and notice another person in roller skates pass me. I quickly got up and follow her, telling her to wait up just in case if she knows why this is happening. However the other roller skater would not wait, but I manage to catch up. That's when another earth quake happens where she was lunge up 9 feet in the air and knock her head to the ground first. The side of her head was bleeding rapidly and then a van that appeared as an ambulance came. I wonder if they showed up due to the earth quakes that were happening. But before I could go on, I realize I was dreaming.

I look at my surroundings and notice another skater in a green helmet came and saw what happen. He quickly appear to be shock. I went over to the injured roller skater to check her pulse. She was dead and cold, I got up and notice no one was driving the ambulance when it had arrived. That's when I had an FA, I appeared in the room with the lights off. I had something automatically chewing in my mouth. I realize I must still be dreaming as I could still hear the loud pulsing. I turn my head and could see that the room appeared much wider than before. That's when I lost lucidity. Lucidity Time: 4 minutes

Finally lucid again
I have to get my priorities right though

Lucidity: 6/10
Control: 6/10
Vivacity: 7/10

My brother, a few other people an I are at my grandparents' house, listening to a dude who's telling us that there's a really good serial killer around. He says that the killer only kills people who are not doing anything (he means lazy freeloaders) and he shows us a video of two dudes falling dead near a river. He says that the dude (the killer) can kill absolutely anybody. No matter where he is, if he wants you to die, you die. Eventually, our storyteller ends his speech, and the group separates. I stay in the house (which has become quite dark and gloomy) with a few other people. I suddenly start to worry about an old friend of mine who was at the speech. As I run down the stairs to check up on her I "know" that the killer has had her.
When I come outside, she comes to me (the house now looks like the castle in Versailles), but I know that it's a trap. And right there, with the best serial killer who ever lived ready to annihilate us, we start making out for no reason at all . I become lucid because I'm putting in way too much tongue and yet she's still going.
Yes, I know, what a clever reason to become lucid
I think about dream sharing but I decide that I can do it in another lucid dream (like I'm getting a lot of LDs right now ). When I'm finally done, I decide to face the killer. There are tombstones poking out of the ground. The killer pulls out a medieval sword out of nowhere and I get a 3rd person view of him charging at me with swords jabbed into the ground everywhere; I understand that his specialty (the term that comes to me in the dream is "noble phantasm," from fate/zero) is to turn any object into a weapon. Still in 3rd person, I reach over my head and focus on my sense of touch to summon a sword (which I drew about a month ago). Back in 1rst person I prepare myself for a sword fight, but then I realize that if the dude's specialty is to make swords out of anything, he must be a damn good swordsman. So, I pull my right hand to my chest, and quickly push it forward as I focus on the "sensation" of the killer's body. He goes flying, and I start making out with the girl again, until I wake up :l