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A high-ranking mortal man is reminiscing about a woman he'd been involved with - the queen from the other night's dream, now in a modern setting, and not a queen here though I'm going to keep calling her that for lack of something better. This man had a sort of fixation on images of people with horns like demons. She had encouraged this, and gave him the idea of having scars where the horns should be; she'd helped him in scarring himself.

She's looking up at a statue of a bull with a human face, like a lamassu with horns. It's a religious statue, but this isn't somewhere religious - it's an important government building. As she watches, it becomes animated and begins to speak with her fondly. It refers to her as putting things in order - I think of Ma'at.

I'm in the kitchen with my husband and one of the cats. A TV or monitor (neither of which is in the kitchen in WL) is advertising a website called "soundandspeed.com." I make a note of it, because it looks like it will be a useful place to pick up Christmas gifts.

The cat is dashing around like a maniac: she runs up to me as if she wants to be cuddled, then runs away again as if afraid. I'm lying on the floor at this point so grab her and put her under my head, like a fluffy pillow, which calms her a bit.

The kitchen is full of spiders of all sizes. At one point I step in something that crackles like dry leaves, but I feel something wet on my foot (I'm just wearing socks) and notice that what I stepped in was the carcass of an enormous spider, at least two feet across. The legs have dried out into husks, the source of the crackling sound, but there is apparently some residual moisture in the body cavity, which is what got on my foot. I feel a surge of disgust.

There is another large dead spider by the door leading outside, this one about eight inches across. It is flattened, which makes me think I must have accidentally stepped on that one earlier.

The spiders seem to have come along with stuff that we brought in from the garage. There are also cobwebs and dead leaves clinging to the boxes. I'm not happy about this. I see a spider that I suspect to be a black widow, and as I go toward the sink to grab rubber gloves so that I can crush it, I see another spider on the edge of a crate that is clearly a brown widow. (Both black and brown widows are actually quite commonplace outdoors where I live in WL, so this is not an unusual experience.) Should I kill it? I remind myself that I've decide not to kill the brown ones since they are less dangerous than the black, but I can't have it living in the house, so I decide to trap it and put it outside.

"This is an infestation of spiders," I think, as I go to the cupboard to get a glass. I ponder the word "infest" as I choose a glass of a suitable size and shape for trapping the spider. Next I need a stiff but thin piece of paper to cover the opening once the spider is inside, and I notice a piece of mail on the counter that will do the trick. As I reach for it, I notice a dead branch propped up on the counter, occupied by another strange-looking spider. It is glossy black with the red markings of a black widow, but the red forms a splotch rather than an hourglass shape. The spider itself looks oddly inflated, almost perfectly round as though it might burst. I look more closely and see a ring of tiny spiders, its young, circling around it. I decide I had better get rid of this one before worrying about the brown widow, so I grab the branch and take it outside.

I throw the branch over the wall of my patio into the bushes, silently wishing that the spiders will have a good life—so long as they stay out of my house. Meanwhile, I notice that the surroundings look a bit different than usual; the neighbors appear to be living in an RV rather than their house, and the bushes are more sparse than they should be. As I start walking back to my house, the realization comes very naturally: I'm dreaming.

I remind myself that I should begin a task in order to help maintain dream awareness, so try to think of what to do. No personal goals come to mind, so I think about the TOTMs and remember the one with the phone. That seems a good one to pursue, under the circumstances.

I begin by imagining that my phone is right in front of me on top of the wall and ringing. It doesn't immediately manifest, so I decide I need to build expectation: the phone must be ringing in the house. I dash back as though I already hear it and don't want to miss the call. Bursting through the kitchen door, sure enough, I see my phone on the counter. Although it is not making an audible sound, the screen is lit up with an incoming call, so I quickly grab it and push the button.

I hear the voice of a polite-sounding young man with a Middle Eastern accent. He is already talking, and sounds like he was in the middle of leaving a message when I took the call.

"Hello?" I interrupt.

The man doesn't seem to hear me at first, and continues with his message. There was more to it, but this is the part I can remember: "—honey and sweetness. Despite Middle Eastern rituals and invocation of Far Eastern gods, we regret to inform you that—"

"I'm here! I'm here!" I insist. Finally I get his attention. He states my name. "Yes?" I ask.

"What is your opinion of our company's business practices?"

The question mystifies me, because I still have no idea who he is or what company he represents, so I inquire, "What is it that you do?"

Instead of answering directly, he asks, "What do you think about your reduced number of intimid—?"

He was interrupted by the sudden dispersal of the dream. My impression was that the last word was going to be "intimidating," but "intimate" is another possibility. Unfortunately, neither one adds much clarity to whatever it was he was about to say!

I’m on a date with my previous step dad. We’re eating dinner on a balcony across from a hospital. It’s night so I can see inside some of the rooms with lights on. My previous step dad has a double who is working at the hospital. I see him in the room opening up chlorhexidine wipes. The one I’m on a date with asks what I do for a living. I point to his nursing double at the hospital but he refuses to look. I don’t like him and I’m totally over the date. I’m eating a snack bag of potato chips. A girl and her mom come over to my table (both overweight) and ask to have the chips. I tell them absolutely not! They then offer to pay for them. Once they get up to the $20 range I let them have it, it’s half eaten anyway and I start to feel like I’m cheating them. In the process, some other guy gets involved and I ditch my date for him. “Are you sure? I don’t have that much money.” He asks. “You have more money than him.” I say while rolling my eyes. We end up getting married and buying a house together. It’s a pretty old house on a farm. I feel like I’m settling a little bit but this is good for now. I like the surrounding open spaces with horses. He is excited about the view on the roof from the hot tub. We end up having 6 kids. 3 of them are now teenagers and 3 are toddlers. My husband gets into the wrong crowd and starts dealing drugs. From third person I watch a car and motorcycle chase he’s involved in. I shake my head in disappointment as he drives by the house and he looks surprised to see me. At this point it’s as though I’m in a movie and I know what’s going to happen next. I call a hitman on my husband who sits outside my house in a yellow minivan. I don’t know when he’s going to shoot so I’m trying to hide. I expect to hear gunshots but he must have used a silencer. When I come out to look, he’s shot all of my children except my teenage daughter who got away with an unwashed keepsake jacket from her brother. Each of my toddlers are sitting in their highchairs with bullets in the heads, surrounded by blood. I’m devastated but because this was like a movie I’d seen before, I expected it. The van was still there and they were watching me. I was hiding behind an ottoman and eventually they lost me so they started raiding the house. I ran out the front door with an overweight female friend. She was shot on the way out and dropped. I didn’t have time to save her. I ran faster than I ever have. I almost ran into a tree so I jumped off of it, which set me back a couple of feet. At this point the man was following me and gaining on me, yet he was walking calmly. I’m not sure why he didn’t just shoot me. He catches up to me and I jump on his back to attack him. He gives me a marker to write a specific derogatory term on his chin. I rebel by writing different derogatory things elsewhere and trying to choke him. He gets some kind of sexual pleasure out of it. I wonder if he’s someone from my past that I wasn’t nice to. Perhaps I bullied him in school. He takes me to a motel who shelters abusive evil people. Through the windows I can see men who have skinned their own faces, raping women. I know I will find no refuge here. I leap into some bushes across the street and stay still. My captor is pissed off and asks a female from the hotel to help find me. I suddenly feel him start touching and grabbing my body but he’s not sure if it’s me. “I think this could be a hoodie.” He said as he touched the hood on my jacket. The lady made them tea from an apartment right next to me and turned on the pool lights. They started swimming and I figured they were distracted enough for me to run for it. But I had nowhere to go but in the pool with them. I tried to push them underwater and drown them. They stopped following me but I still didn’t feel safe without knowing if he was dead or not. I called 911 but they didn’t help. I went to my aunt’s old house and ate purple flowers. They tasted very perfume-y. My sister and some of her friends were there and they were sharing recipes. I was just drawing in a notebook with wooden pages. I was supposed to do my hair in a specific way in three low buns and I insisted I knew how because I wanted to be left alone, but I didn’t know how and people had to come back and help me. They told me my bobby pins suck. I went back home, exhausted of running for my life. I thought I had to do it more but I remembered that the rest of the running was on Breaking Bad and not part of my personal story. Although now I do have all those precious plastic beads I have to hide. Everyone knows that drug dealers (like my deceased husband) are great at making jewelry and their enemies want to steal the plastic beads. I went upstairs and grabbed some boxes of beads trying to decide where I could put them. There was a whole room full of them. I took them to a window overlooking a football field hosting a game and threw some out of the window. I was worried it would hurt the players. I didn’t want to be involved anymore so I went to the party room. It was nicer than I remembered. The floor was a nice hardwood but it was messy. I went in there and relaxed with the college kids who were playing drinking games during daylight.

All I can remember right now is that I was in a store looking at dresses.

Got to bed at 00:00 woke up at 1:40 with a lucid.
was an interesting experience. i was lying awake in my bed and "couldnt fall asleep". just like that thinking around and decide to do a nosepinch and was lucid... i dont know if i was awake for real before or if it was a FA. i think i woke up before i could do anything but just lay still and DEILDED back in. my ancor was tractile sense... i am not sure if i am in my dream again. i do a a motionless RC where i close my respiratory ways in my throat. i seem to dream. i do a nosepinch to be sure. i carefully open my eyes. they feel dry. everything is dark. i then stand up and see that i have the cloth on i went to bed with. i put on my slippers. i know i am dreaming but it feels weird. it is so realistic. no random or dreamy stuff just my room. i go to the window and want to phase thru but it is solid and cold. it feels like 100% waking... i looked at my hand and it looked perfectly normal. but i repeatedly try and can breath thru my pinched nose.... but this seems the only sign i am really dreaming. i look around and see that a jacket is lying on my bed and my plant window board looked slightly different so i finally accept that i must be dreaming and dare to open the window and fly or glide outside and down to a DC. i started a short convo like "hi how are you" but then say ah no sry and just go away. i fly some meters (this time like a bird with moving my arms, it feels exhausting) got to a restaurant called Pharaoh. i get the desire to go inside and eat something. it looks closed but when i approache it i see it is open. there is a table with some plates. from right to left it seems that the food gets more done/cooked. from raw over breaded to grilled. i take the plate to my left. it is already used by someone and there is just a piece of steak left and some fries. i take the plate and move to a table. at the table right next to me is a man and a woman smoking i think but i dont pay to much attention and dont smellanything. i think it was their plate but who cares. i sit down and start eating. the beef tastes incredible. but somewhat it is dry in my mouth and i cant swallow it. i just tasted one bite. i want to eat more but i just cant get rid of it in my mouth... i wake up shortly after.
the whole time i couldnt get the scene of matrix out of my head
Cypher: You know, I know this steak doesn't exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realize?
[Takes a bite of steak]
Cypher: Ignorance is bliss.

i had a strange feeling in this dream. thinking about the definition of reality...

Three weeks ago I had a 2 lucid dreams within 3 days...I'm finally on a roll thought I...well that didn't happen. I've had half a dozen half-hearted dreams worth recording since then, but last nights was at least fairly vivid and memorable, so I decided to WBTB late at 8am with a 1.9g melatonin tab.

I've experimented taking a tab at various times of the night, always with same result...I always sleep like a baby (dreamlessly) and today was no exception...I woke greatly refreshed at 10.30...nothing. Given that melatonin is supposed to help dreaming it just never works for me...and I suspect that 2 tabs, would probably put me out till supper-time. Maybe a shortage of melatonin is not my problem. Shortage of memory? Maybe, but I've never been Mr Memory-Man so maybe not...

I've been brain-training again to wake immediately after a dream and, early on Sunday I had a result I've had a few times before ...I woke (without a remembered dream) feeling a bit ill and with a slight feeling of dread. That's another mystery because I get up and minutes later I feel as right as rain. Trickery? Who knows?

As I've said so many times, I'll take what I can get until I get absolutely nothing...and then I'll probably still be trying.

I went to bed at 23.10, spent 20 minutes reading and then really went to bed. I woke up before 08:00 and crawled out of bed at 08:15.

Floor H
I'm inside a building. The layout of the floor I'm on gives me the impression that it's a building with a lot of floors. I'm with my mom. There's a room which is hers. I walk around outside the room a bit. There are no windows. It's just a dirt brown hallway. The hallway has an "H" shape, my mom's room being on the lower left side, facing outwards. I walk to the upper right side. There's another room there. I don't get too close, but there are people in cages or something along those lines. People who are here against their will and who are being mistreated. I want to step in, but the (Japanese? Chinese?) mafia is running this and I don't think it's wise to go against the mafia. This is a very shady place.

I'm in the same place again, but this time the mafia room has animals inside it and there are no mafia members. There's a wooden barrier about waist height which divides the room. Just in front of it are two cats with an orange/white fur. Just behind it is an ostrich. I think there were more animals, but I can't remember. I'm standing inside the room with my mom. I'm holding a hammer in my hand. My mom wants me to use the sharp end (the end you use to remove nails but which has been slightly disformed) to bash in the head of one of the cats. No! I don't want to do that. Isn't there another way? Also, I'll be within reach of the ostrich and who knows what that thing will do to me.

Just outside of the room I start messing around with my cousin. It turns into a semi-serious moment and we get ready to fight one another. It's for fun, but we both really wanna win. I think we both take of our shirts. My mom doesn't approve of this. I also take off my glasses I guess. My cousin puts on some music from his phone. The beat from Pharaohe Monch - Simon Says starts playing. Nice!! Where did he get this? His phone is hooked up to a small stereo, so I quickly hook it up to a bigger one. Then we finally start our fight. I win quite quickly due to some stroke of luck.

There's something about my mom and my little brother. They're arguing about something which is related to my brother wanting to go outside. My brother's friend is involved in this somehow.

I was playing like a 3D version of an old game, and then I talked to a friend (who happened to be there with me)
about this one I played a lot when I was younger. Then I got to see him playing another one and that's it.

- Hope I get more lucids... the ones I got so far were so short I couldn't do much

---Final Art Pool
Lucid Dream #/ >

Total sleep: 5:27
Daytime Techniques: Keep calm and Gravity RC (while doing Dream Experiments + Documenting in Dream Journal)
Lucid Techniques: "I remember I'm dreaming" and know it. WBTB
+ Easy Lucid Dreams Video + (1-10) + plan a title for my next dream experiment BEFORE I dream it + put in 9 DJ templates and tell myself that for my next dream, I just need to focus on getting ONE Dream Experiment done because I have EIGHT more shots to get others done.
Recall Techniques: "I wonder what Lucid Dreams I'm having tonight..."
+ "I remember my dreams when I wake up."
+ Easy Lucid Dreams Video
Asleep - Awake: 12:15 AM to 5:43 AM
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness): 7
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid): 4
Length (how long it felt like! Because that matters): 12 mins
Emotions: generous, frantic
Dream Signs: F-A-C-E
Lucidity Trigger: /




-Myself and other people in my painting class are on what seems to be a variation of the ninth floor/Art floor in my school. Everything is white, though, just like my actual school. Apparently, people are doing their final projects for painting. Apparently, final paintings are due. But, I did mine already. In fact I've done two. I remember walking down the hallway and turning to the right and looking in the room where both of my paintings are done. I'm not sure what they are. But, they look OK to me. Somehow, I know that Professor Ziegler is calling me. So I turn back, walk a few doors down and make a left. I am now in what looks like an indoor public pool area. I see my art professor standing next to the pool in front of the doorway. I hold my breath and dump my head in the water for some reason. I put the back of and fours and start talking to her. I don't know what we're talking about. Then, I go back through the doorway that I came from. I make a right and walk down the hall way once again. I looked to my left and I see Ciara and other students that are painting for their final. Someone asks me for my paper, which I think is my syllabus, and a pen. I give them my paper from I don't even know where and my black and blue spare pen that I keep on me in WL. Somehow, I know that professor has called me once again. So, I go back to the same public pool room. We start talking and she asks for a paper from me. I give her two pages stapled together. However, those are the wrong papers. The papers is that she wants are the ones that I gave to that classmate a few seconds ago. So, I frantically run back to the room and ask for my papers. Someone says that it is in the front pocket of a black handbag. I reach inside of a handbag that is on a stool and there is a big white envelope that kind of looks like a package of papers that you were getting the mail from the college acceptance or something. I reach in my right hand, pick it up, and go back to the room where I was speaking to my professor. When I enter the room, I don't recall of my papers being in my hand anymore. However, for some reason, I dunk my head in the pool once again and get on all fours and start talking to my professor. The dreamscape changes…

---Journey to Yorland
Lucid Dream #/ >

Total sleep: 4:45
Daytime Techniques: Keep calm and Gravity RC (while doing Dream Experiments + Documenting in Dream Journal)
Lucid Techniques: "I remember I'm dreaming" and know it. WBTB
+ Easy Lucid Dreams Video + (1-10) + plan a title for my next dream experiment BEFORE I dream it + put in 9 DJ templates and tell myself that for my next dream, I just need to focus on getting ONE Dream Experiment done because I have EIGHT more shots to get others done.
Recall Techniques: "I wonder what Lucid Dreams I'm having tonight..."
+ "I remember my dreams when I wake up."
+ Easy Lucid Dreams Video
Asleep - Awake: 12:39 AM to 5:25 AM
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness): 9
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid): 7
Length (how long it felt like! Because that matters): 1hr 20mins
Emotions: scared, concerned, happy, ecstatic
Dream Signs: F-A-C-E
Lucidity Trigger: /




-I am in a forest with a whole bunch of people that are held captive apparently by some army people. We are fed up with being captured and treated badly by these army people. And apparently, there is some toxic gas called "T9 "that is preventing us from moving a way that we usually want to go. So, we have to climb over some rectangular metal boxes and hop over funds. I remember that the one leading us says something like, "When we go over this, it will be nothing but red, green, yellow, and orange." However, the small group that I'm in is committed to getting out. So, we follow him over the barrier or fence-like thing. We are all walking. We approach some part where it is kind of like a river and we all have to grab onto a proper log. If we don't, the river will lead us in a different direction. Everyone else is getting a log, but the two people that I am with (A man and a woman who I think are my parents but look nothing like my waking life my parents) are eating dinner. We arrive to the log grabbing place at the last second and I think that the father grab the wrong log. He grabs some kind of green small plate, one apparently he is supposed to grab a spoon looking thing. We go through the river tunnel or whatever it is and the dreamscape changes…

-We end up in some place with snow. I feel like it's either Norway or someplace called, "Yorland". For some reason, the graphics look like an old Spyro game. We realize that we grabbed the wrong log and missed our group. We go back to some forest and I remember seeing the toaster that is in the kitchen in WL facing us and it is giant. Apparently, our village her friends are on the other side of it. They miss us as well. One of the woman villagers say something like, "You were too busy eating that you missed the log grabbing." My "father" tries to deny and said something like, "What? No. She decided that we should eat and we grab the right brown strips." trying to blame his wife. We all decide that we will eat together one last time. So, we open the toaster door and start holding hands. As we are holding hands, there are lights going all around us. The toaster is on my right and I grab someone's hand who is standing on the other sidethrough the toaster. When we do this, there are lights all around us and they light up like a circuitry. The lights are yellow or white. There issome metal part on the toaster that I keep pressing on harder than later to make the lights around me move back-and-forth. I seem to be having a lot of fun. My "father "decides that he wants to try it too. So, I let him. Finally, my "parents" part ways with our villager friends.we go back to Norway looking place and Bear is some lady there sitting on a chair and appears to be sleeping or very very relaxed. For some reason, my "mother "decidesto start yodeling really loudly while walking to her to get her attention. The lady wakes up and says something like, "You don't need to do that to get my attention around here."for some reason, my "mother "puts her hands on the ladies cheeks while she is sitting down. The lady says something like, "Whoa! Your hands are cold. You guys must not be from around here." Before I know it, I'm a little further in this "Yorland" place. Apparently, I am looking at of the black dragon from "How to Train Your Dragon." The lady that was sitting in the chair is now close to me somewhat. I don't know where my "parents" are. The lady is describing to me that the dragon's mother just had four kids. It looks like something is wrong with the dragons hand, as if it is a little injured in the middle. For some reason, I feel like we have a mutual injury. Now, I think I'm getting a little bored. Then, out of nowhere, the dragons moves me up on his back and we rip through The sky ceiling and through some tube. On the other side of the tube is a small, but open space. We start flying around and there's some music that is playing. I'm having so much fun. Somehow, I am seeing where I just was and I see the lady saying something like, "Yeah. Everyone gets bored until they starFire on on the dragon and then (starts humming the song that I was hearing in the small, open space). I think the dragon and I go back and then, the dreamscape changes…

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I was preparing for a sleepover with my nieces and their friends. There were two campers that we were going to sleep in so I guess we were camping and I realized I didn't want to have a sleepover with them but it was too late.

I was raking up something nasty. I think it was small pieces of dead, burnt animal carcass.

I was at the beach preparing for an ocean kayak race. Some person was showing the group the formation we were supposed to take before the race began. As we were loading up the kayaks I wondered if mine was stocked with food in case I got lost in the ocean.

I was at the beach playing in the ocean. Some kids were there playing in the ocean too. A big wave swept over me and I started doing back flips in the wave and though I wasn't under for long, I couldn't hold my breath anymore so I found my way to the surface. I wanted to jump off a high cliff to land deep into the ocean but I thought there would be a shark.

Then I wanted to go skimming but I didn't have my skimboard so I decided to walk to a nearby beach store and buy a cheap one. But I wasn't where I thought I was and there wasn't a beach store within walking distance. I drove to a grocery store and looked for a skimboard but there wasn't one in there. Then I thought there might be a skimboard in the trunk of my car but I looked and there wasn't one. Being at the beach without a skimboard happens to me a lot in dreams so it might be a dream sign.