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I woke up and moved quite violently, thus most of the details were forgotten. I can reacall that I was in home, and drove to school with my sister in her car. I was working on technical lessons. When I came back home I was writing some kind of story with someone.

My cat had given birth to three kittens. One was grey with green eyes and I named her Satri after one of my comic characters. Another one was black and white like a panda, and I named him Panda. The last one was blue and white with bright blue eyes. I named him Storm.

I remember thinking of how I have dreamed of a bright blue cat before.


I was at an airport where this psychic person would draw your 'higher self' or 'soul' or some such nonsense. I asked her to draw mine. She drew really fast, she only had one pencil but was somehow able to change its color. In about five or ten seconds she finished.

The picture she drew looked something like my avatar picture (supposed to be my dream self.) But the highlights were spread all through the hair, and the face was rendered more realistically.

My mom was really excited, like a little girl to get herself drawn as well. But when her's turned out to be some kind of hideous blob monster, she got really mad at the psychic.

We had to get onto our airplane after that. My dad was telling my mom to stop acting like such a baby because her drawing came out bad.


A story about a woman who was supposed to be the leader of a fantasy kingdom. However she had to endure these trials, and in one of them she was suspended on a platform with another man for three days. During the full moon, she turned into a where-leopard. And on the third night, the moon was full, she could not contain her hunger and ate the other man.

She then stated fighting this evil guy in a black cloak that rode in on a horse, but she was having trouble fighting because she had just eaten.

Then the old king of the kingdom showed up and helped her fight off the black cloaked man. He eventually fled. The woman changed back to normal because the moon went behind a cloud. She was sad because she had 'messed up' and ended the life of another person. The old king explained to her how she was going to be the leader, the people wanted someobody who was hardworking and never gave up. They didn't care about her flaws and mistakes so long as she kept trying to be the best that she could be.

A mad scientist was involved in the story somehow.


I was at a football game at my college. I can't really remember why I was there and I remember asking myself why I was at the football game. I became partially lucid for the entirety of this dream.

I was trying to leave but I ran into this group of girls who stated that they recognized me. I vaguely recognized two of their faces as girls from my high school who had crushes on me, but there were four or five of them. They were all wearing school colors and had face paint on.

They said that they wanted me to come with them. For no particular reason other than seeing what they wanted to do, I decided to go with them.

We walked into the outside area of the stadium (where all the food stands are under the seats) and somehow wound up in my garage. But it still felt like I was at the stadium.

One of them pointed out something odd about my hair. I looked in the mirror (we don't have a mirror in the garage IWL) I noticed it was partially black and partially brown. I thought this was strange.

I lost the dream after that.

The first potent dream I recall is of being in the know in regards to an evil group in charge of another Chinese/Spanish-speaking group. I turn to a homeless looking man in the crowd and begin to tell him about the evil leaders in Spanish. When one of the leaders gets wind that I'm being a whistleblower, she takes me aside and asks what I'm doing. I liked the combo of saying xie xie right next to spanish words.

Then I have loose recall of playing an intense game of magic waiting to draw the card "moat" to win the game. I have an active elspeth against neil, but he is able to piece some crazy plays together. My top deck is swamp, and I think I concede the game.

Fragment about playing soccer. Main memory is that I let everyone know that I had switched to keeper "Keeper! I'm goalkeeper!" just as they scored a point I barely saw.

Last tidbit is that Eminem was a Gtown ISD employee, and I found his id badge on the ground. I thought to myself that this goofy id would likely be worth some money. Then, someone spoke up who's sister was engaged to eminem and said that they thought of him as a normal human being instead of just his famely image. They would think things like Marshall needs to cut his hair and stop smoking.

Fell asleep 10.30am - woke up 1.30pm

Me, my friend Graeme W and a female friend of his who I do not know in real life returned to my house from somewhere I do not recall. We were happily chatting until he tried to move a piece of furniture with many glass bowls, glasses and ornaments on it, he had some trouble lifting and some of the pieces fell and smashed. I got really angry and remember thinking 'my mum is in bed dying of cancer and you are breaking her stuff'.

So I got very irrate and asked them to leave, locking the door after them. The girl had left her jacket because I kicked them out so quickly and I realized this was why they were chapping the door and then Graeme began shouting through the letterbox, I dropped her jacket out the window and it landed on the bins below.

Details are hazy for a time but I end up with someone else though I don't remember them entering my house. My mum is still in bed although in reality she has been dead for six years now. So the mess of smashed glass Graeme left is piled in the corner amongst a pile of clothes so as I talk to this person about what Graeme had done as I put back the corner unit with the un-smashed ornaments and proceed to filter the broken glass out from the pile of clothes.

I hear shouting outside and then when I look out the window I end up on a double decker bus with what appears to be a basketball team, all the men have dark skin and are all on the top level of the bus, I am the only light skinned man and am greeted by a few the others continue like I am not there. One man keeps talking very oddly and then asks me if I know what he is saying. I can confirm only half of what he says in the dream but now I don't recall what this was.

I recall something about racoon but and in the dream I ask if he is saying 'coon' then get afraid at my use of racist language. He laughs and confirms he was saying racoon. It is around here the bus comes to a road I know and I ask, "If this is the Lizzie Brice round about I can get off here" the guy I been talking with says "Yeah let this guy off at the Center (a large shopping mall near where I live and closer still to this round about) Then the bus is at another place I know between a place called craigshill and mid calder, there is a sharp set of corners here which in the dream become a set of door ways adjacent to each other and the bus driver takes a lot of flak from the men upstairs as he struggles to get the bus through.

I am suddenly home again and there are a number of people in my house only one of which I know, he is my friends Dad Neil McFarland. The living room in which they are seated has been re arranged and tidied and I check my bedroom and it is the same. I remember thinking 'thank you Mum'. The visitors are waiting for me to set up the xbox and are getting ready to play the game 'rocksmith', this happens for not very long when my Mum appears, this is one of the few times I dreamed of her since she died where I haven't shouted at her and told her she should leave, that she doesn't belong here.

We talk for a while about Graeme breaking her glass objects and she is cool about it. Everyone else disappears and it's just my Mum and I. She is lying on the couch looking in great pain. I ask Is there anything I can do?"
"I need to go to bed" she replies
but when I try to lift her my legs feel like jelly and I cannot manage, I tell her this and she says "it is fine, I can sleep here son"
I lay and snuggle up beside her and start to cry feeling myself cry in reality as well I wake up crying.

Morning of February 26, 2015. Thursday.



This was one of those dreams which greatly distorted time (one of those unlikely “alternate timeline” kind of ways) and personalities. However, there are some insignificant parallels between otherwise unrelated personal associations, though they seem somewhat pointless and out-of-place (as well as long-outdated relative to my present life).

In the first part of my dream I find myself in an alley in a basic scene that used to be recurring, but that was more-so years ago. In this case, I find two types of items that have been placed in boxes near dumpsters in an alley near, I believe, a pawn shop. There are a large number of craft items, mostly cross-stitch kits, still new and unopened. One smaller kit seems to be that of a rose. I think about how it would be good to give it to my sister (who is deceased in reality). I also find numerous comic books as well as educational books and some historical magazines relating to war. There are a lot of duplicate items.

For some time, I look through the various books (as well as the boxes in general) and am trying to work out how to get some of it back to my sister’s house, because I eventually gather enough to fill about half of a small room. Two police officers (male and female) stop by for a short time, but there is no concern that I am doing anything wrong. They mostly talk to a few others involved in trying to work out why the boxes are stacked there and if they have the right to take any (because, in fact, it may be related to a delivery to the business rather than the business discarding items). It turns out that my sister’s house is about six to eight blocks away to the east and a couple blocks north from there. Something relative to my awareness shifts in my dream and even though I am not lucid, I am able to pick up the entire collection of items and casually carry it down the street as if I was a “human forklift”. I have no sense of heavier weight carrying this high and wide pile of boxes with both hands out in front of me in an otherwise impossible manner (this seems to be the first time in my life that I have dreamed of this specifically).

The location is La Crosse (America) and it does not “register” that my family and I are living in Australia (in reality). For some reason, my youngest son is sometimes looked after by a female (CS) who has what is now known as Dissociative Identity Disorder (as well as other problems) who had also known my older sister in real life years ago. I only seem to think about this as concern begins to grow as my dream progresses and the false back story is vaguely built. It seems this female may even be living downstairs in my sister’s house and taking care of a (unknown) boy and girl as well as my youngest son at times. I am not sure why my wife would not be taking care of him when I am not home. Our other children do not seem to be present at any point. Both my sister and her friend are as they would have appeared about thirty years ago though my son appears as he should. In my dream, I get the impression that my wife and family and I live across the street from my sister, though again, the back story is not that clear.

The level of alteration and distortion at this point is quite unwarranted (which is somewhat atypical of how my dreams usually unfold). However, it may be partly based on long-resolved or “extinct” concerns - relating more to my wife’s mother in some ways than my sister’s friend (both are extremely deceitful troublemakers). Somehow, my youngest son may not even be clear on who I am due to how long I have supposedly been absent (which has never been the case in reality with any of our children). At one point, my son says “I know who you are” as if speaking to someone who is not actually me and in a negative sense. When I speak to my sister about the problematic female that has likely misguided my youngest son, my sister starts out saying “I feel…” (as if ready to defend that person for some reason) but I interrupt immediately by sarcastically saying “you feel…what?” (This may be some sort of subtle awareness that my dream self knew she had died; even showing an undue in-dream meanness towards her.) From here, my dream decays, but there remains a very unlikely nature to the entire scenario. Although it is typical for many types of dreams, even ones closer to one’s real life path, to get everything wrong (other than any mixed literally or visually precognitive and remote viewing layers) this one was more distorted than usual.

02/22/15 Later in the night I get lucid again. Eventually I remember the challenge a voice gave me, "open a portal to the temple. Bonus points if you do so by ringing a bell."

I look around from way up in the sky and decide I will see a bell tower. A shape forms that is tall and narrow. "Ah see, that is the bell tower" "looks like a fire tower" "no, a bell tower. Don't argue. Even if it currently looks like a fire tower, it IS a bell tower" I try to shift it into a bell tower. I am there and it still is a fire tower. "Fine, it was a fire tower, but it has been converted into a bell tower. So there." I find a rope hanging over what looks like a roasting spit. I yank the rope knowing it is attached to a bell below. I pull it three times, but just here a clank. It comes loose and has a padlock on the end. "No, it is still attached and ringing a bell" It is still a padlock . Then a beautiful crisp sound of a cathedral bell chimes 3 times.

I jump off the side knowing a portal is opening below me. I hit the ground with a jarring feeling. Everything is now other worldly and dark. People are walking around and looking at me curiously. They seem to be in another dimension and are hard to make out. I wake.

02/22/15 I am in a dream version of my hotel room and have just started a lucid dream. I look at the bed and see crumpled bedding. I think to myself, "in real life you are sleeping in this bed, in the hotel. Wouldn't it be weird if I saw a version of my body in the bed?" I notice the room has a patio door and walk out on a balcony.

I hear a voice out of no where. "Open a portal that will take you back to the temple. Bonus points if you do so by ringing a bell."

Well now. There must be some sort of DG around, better try and prove I can do it. I fly up into the air. I see a building with a peaked roof. I imagine it becoming a giant bell. The roof takes the shape of a bell. I try to make it ring by focusing on it and imagining a portal opening. The clouds above part and I see people up there, but no bell sounds. I fly through the opening and am in an area where people in small groups are doing something with small alters or something. I pass by about five groups like this. This does not look like the temple, but people do seem to be doing rituals. I land by one group and see that they have some kind of alter made of long rectangular pieces.

I was in the bus and fell asleep, when I woke up, I realize that I miss the bus stop. I said never mind I will get off at the bus station. I was kind of feeling sleepy on the bus. Outside the weather was cold and rainy. The window of the bus was blurred. We finally arrive at the bus station and there was a lot of people and students. I got out, and was walking, I was wearing summer clothes. I went to the big park where there was a lot of people having a picnic. I met two girls, which one was in my class but the other I never saw her in my real life. I said in English ''I'm Lucid dreaming'' 3 time. The girls were asking why was I speaking English. But I realize that if I become more conscious I will wake up. So I decided to continue the ND.
........CUTOFF of the DREAM.........
I was somewhere which look like Marseille(France) with the girls and I had my arms around them . It was a shinny day.
........CUTOFF of the DREAM.........
The 2 girls was sitting on a bench. The girl which I don't know was soooooo cute. I hugged her so hard, we were like a couple. I started realize a second time that this was a dream and woke up finally.

I was lying down on a sofa in the living room of our house in our hometown, the place where I also had a lucid dream. I hear poetry/music. It was my voice. It was rhyming. The words were clear but I worried I won't be able to remember when I wake up. I tried to semi-wakeup to check if I was really dreaming or if it was music. I realized I was dreaming. I tried to remember but got worried, and the last two lines became unclear. The voice was clear but the words weren't. It then suddenly stopped.

I got stuck in the dream lying on my left. I can't see anything but a pattern of sorts. A clothing pattern? A corner? I heard a voice asking me what I was doing with my eyes. It was my sister. I told her I'm dreaming right now so this happens. I knew I was dreaming so I calmly waited out the vision impairment problem. It cleared up but I "woke up" in another dream.

I was in some place. A mall? It was night. I played a game or a few games at the arcade. (reminiscent of the first scene in Animorphs book series) I played some fighting games. Somehow, it affected reality.

I was on the road. I was inside a car. I saw a u-turn ahead, although I think I heard myself or someone else say it's a circle. There's a superhighway above us. All the cars ahead are going our direction including those that are supposed to be on our lane, which caused a traffic problem.

Notes:

- Slept at around 2 p.m., woke up at around 3:30 p.m.
- No alarm
- Listened to Kelly McGonigal's default mode meditation, fell asleep in the middle, woke up with it finished already although I thought I didn't fall asleep
- The visual meditation might not be a good idea for dream recall and lucid dreaming...

Slept at 23:45, WBTB at 05:40 for 15 mins, put my RD on - but the sensitivity proved low and didn't give any cues. It took me a long time to fall asleep and was in this fuzzy in-between state. Was in a car at night, in a lonely neighborhood. An angry dog was near and I was glad I was in my car. Turned the engine on - fearing it might not start - and was amazed by the reality of the sound - i was also feeling myself in bed and this was more like vivid images and sounds. Going down the road in the city, I noticed I felt my upper body upright in the car. I said: wait a minute, I am laying down in bed now, so this is my dream body! I got out of the car on the street and was feeling my whole body there - in the dream. I decided to stabilize, but before I did anything, I felt light hitting my eyes. I thought it was from my waking body - that my RD mask leaked light and said: oh, this ruined my lucid, and took of the mask and looked at the glass eye coverings that led light in...
I don't remember much after that, but I put my mask on again - that was like another I had made in the past - until a friend passed by and asked why I was wearing a mask. I gave an excuse and went on...

*warning for those of the weak stomach*


Weights class, afternoon
Me and my group of 3 other friends for weights class wait outside in the hall way with the rest of the class, we are all dressed out and waiting for our teacher like we always do. Minding our own business we chat, are attention is then drawn to our right near the exit doors. One of are classmates was fooling around with a small pocket knife which probably couldn't cut hard butter if it tried. This particular kid handling the knife however has a reputation for being a straight up dumbass, he is small, maybe 5"5, with a nasty set of curly hair, slightly dark skin and a small athletic frame, and these scraggly sideburns that make him look like a kid halfway stuck in-between adolescence.

As me and my friends watch him play with these knife while talking to this girl, he says something along the lines of "how he wants to see his own skull." He then takes the knife and runs it across his forehead, opening it up with surgeon like precision, a straight line of flesh torn open and you can clearly see his skull for his skin somewhat opened up around the wound. He then starts to go into some kind of seizure, his eyes roll up his head and he falls stif on his back seemingly not breathing.

I looked at him and knew he was still alive, I walked over to him and picked him up and brought him over to the edge of a table that seemed to appear behind me when I turned around, I took his head, held it with my two hands and lined up his cut on his head with the edge of the table and started to bang his skull on the edge of the table forcefully with intent to break open his skull.

BANG! BANG! BANG! Repeatedly I banged his head on the table, the table shook with metallic ringing, the kids in the hallway didn't seem to notice or care. Then, on the 5th or 6th head slam, POP! His skull cracked open like a perfect egg crack, that skull popping sound is what I remember most about this dream, it felt so strange on my hands, I knew at that moment I had killed him, and I laid him down on the ground. A girl behind me smirked at me and called me stupid, but it was like a kind of smirk you would give someone if they had done a stupid kid like action, like spray painting the wall

The girl who was talking to him didn't seem to notice what I did to him and thought he did these to himself, despite the fact i was about 5 ft from her. She told him to get up, periodically wiping off blood from his open skull wound with her shoe were blood leaked out in teardrop like drops. Are teacher walks out and I get nervous," what if someone saw me do it?" It think to myself. Are teacher sees the dead boy, time jumps foreword here as I find myself outside with the rest of class talking to my teacher as we wait for an ambulance to come. " what do you think of this?" He says, I tell him it ain't his fault, it was the kids choice, he only replies with, " yeah, but I wasn't outside when I should of been."

In the last parts of this dream I stand outside next to my teacher and the more I thought about what I did, the more I got scared for getting in trouble. School ends and i search frantically for my Friend to tell him what I did and what i Should do. My memory of the dream goes flat after this.

I don't know why I killed the kid, I don't know. When I killed him, I felt no remorse, or really no feelings at all for him, like I had just done another deed that needed to be done. The only thing That was on my mind was what if I get caught? I just didn't even care I just killed him, only what might happened if someone rats me outs, good thing it's just a dream.

Fell asleep 9pm - Woke up 3.20am

Myself and a girl I met on-line (Virginia) along with the friend of another girl I know (Alice's friend Alex, whom I've never met or spoken to) were having a drink in a bar. The bar was strange to me as was the location of the whole dream. It appeared none of us were really that drunk and when last orders were called we left immediately so apparently none of us actually had a drink to finish, we knew no one at the bar so left without saying goodbye, laughing and joking.

As we headed away from the bar the surrounding was rural, we walked down a red ash path that seemed to go on forever, fields around us and some sparsely scattered trees were the scene. Not long after we proceeded down this path three or four aircraft darted around the sky like flies. The were plane like in appearance with slender bodies and wings which slanted up at the ends. The wings had a small gap which ran down the middle of each which connected at the up pointing ends. I think I may have seen similar aircraft before but never moving in the manner in which these ones moved.

The three of us were at first in awe then we got scared as one of the aircraft fired a flare at us which split into three and landed a bit behind us as we had started running at this point. I tried to look for cover but the surroundings provided only a few trees and a lot of fields. It was when I looked up again to see where the aircraft were I noticed that only one remained in the sky the others landed right behind us.

As I tried to protect the girls by standing in front of them the door to one of these aircraft opened to produce a ramp and 4 or 5 individuals in black suits got out one of which was the Lizard man. He also had on a black suit and his face was black and yellow and raptor like. The lizard man seemed in control of the individuals who exited the ship as he was first to approach, the others spreading out around me.

I approached the lizard man with my hand out stretched in greeting saying "just take me leave the girls". No one had any argument with my comment. The lizard man shook my hand and guided me into the aircraft where a man sat, also in a suit. He was sat at a small round table with an empty chair facing him which I presumed was for me. It was then I woke up.

I missed a meeting at 10 a.m. It's already around 1 p.m.

I was on a boat going somewhere. Ahead of me, I saw train tracks over the water (or was it on a land bridge?) and it was on fire. The boat went back.

Notes:

- I have a meeting at 11 a.m.
- Slept at around 11 p.m.
- No alarm
- Woke up at around 6:00 a.m.
- Slept with Dream Lotus
- It's been a few days of doing Dream Lotus. It doesn't seem to help with LD or remembering dreams.

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Dream - Love story (starring Keira Knightley)
I think it's WW2, I'm a soldier who's in the fields but the area I'm positioned is quiet (I think this is related to watching 'The American Sniper'). I get pulled out and can go home, I'm pleased because that means I can go see my girlfriend (in my dream I think of her as the same as my real life gf, except that she looks different). I go to the McDonalds where she supposedly works and I walk in to surprise her, I go up to the counter she's working at and say "Uhh miss, excuse me miss, could I get my order of fries". She's got a shocked look on her face and faints (I think the reason she looks like Keira Knightley is because of the trailer I watched for 'The Imitation Game' right before going to bed). I pull out a ring, it's a diamond encased in crystal clear topaz on top of a gold ring... Dayum, and in my mind the whole time I'm thinking "I can't even afford this"

1. I was walking in a marketplace that had gray concrete bricks as the ground and many buildings around it. The sky above me is clear and the weather feels rather cool, but in a good way. I start approaching a building, specifically the building at the end of this marketplace. The building itself is gray and is made of gray bricks as well, and it very closely resembles a castle. As I am walking towards it I suddenly start to hear the sound of children laughing. I look behind me and I see a group of children running towards the same building as I am.
Every one of these children are holding light blue blankets in their hands as they run. In no time at all they children make it to the front door of the building. I make it to the door seconds later. However, as these children get there, they do not go in. Instead, there is a teacher standing at the front door who seems to have been waiting for them. "Alright children calm down now" she told them all. I started to observe the situation itself. Suddenly, all of the children's blankets start changing color. First they turn from blue to purple, and then from purple to green. It looked quite fascinating.
I remember being so amazed by how smoothly each blanket transitioned from one color to the next. The blankets continued to change colors for the entire time.

2. I was driving to the gym and I had just turned into the parking lot. As usual it is super crowded and there are basically no parking spots left. I drive around to look thinking I just might get lucky, and I do. I turn and pull in to the open spot in front of me and put my car in park. I then get out of my car, set the alarm, and start walking towards the gym. As I am walking away, something inside of my urges me to look back at my car. I glance back at my car and it has moved on its own. My car is now in a no-parking striped zone a few meters away.
I was so shocked by this sight that I forgot to do a reality check. I go over to my car. I realize that I am going to get towed if I leave it here. Right as I am about to get in and move my car, I hear my friend Trey call my name. "Cory, over here!" he says. I turn around and now the rest of the parking lot is mostly empty somehow, and there is a group of people sitting in the middle of the lot. I spot Trey among this large group of people and I walk over to him. "Trey dude, what's up?" I ask. "Not much dude, just the usual" he tells me.
I then sit down next to him. I notice that Travis, Trey's brother, is sitting to the right of Trey. It has been a while since I have seen him. As I sit down I compliment Trey's shoes because they look fresh af. He compliments mine as well and even asks me what shoes I am wearing. "Can't you tell man? These are the Accord 5's" I say in a sarcastic way. In the dream I remember feeling that the Accord 5's were an actual shoe model. Trey laughs and says, "Oh yeah of course, I must've forgot". I then tell him I was kidding and that I actually do not know what type of shoes I am wearing.
I flip the tongue of my shoe over to see what size and manufacture the shoe is. As I am doing so I remember my vision zooming up on the tongue. The next thing I know I am inside the same shoe store that I bought the shoes from in the first place. I am now standing in front of the same model of shoe that I am wearing, and the box for these shoes is in front of me. I pick it up and look at all of the details. I can't find any other information other than small print that says, "Sizes 9-12 Men". How useless. I put the box down feeling disappointed.