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I'm seeking a book, something that I think of as 'a way out.' To retrieve it I'm drifting through a cloud of abstracts that sometimes resolve themselves into words floating in the cloud. They're dream images, illusions, but grasping the illusionary versions of this book will gradually lead me to the real thing. But they're difficult to capture - it's like trying to scoop up something small floating on water, if you're not careful the water will carry it right out of your hand again. It takes patience and deliberation and allowing the words to drift into my grasp.

I take hold of one word, feeling the substance of it. This changes the images that are drifting around me - now they're closer to the subject of that word, closer to what I'm seeking, and many of them are in the form of books rather than individual words. I repeat this process, releasing the word I had a hold of and reaching for the first relevant image that drifts into my grasp, and every time I repeat this process there are less individual words and more books, and the images displayed on the covers of the books become more and more relevant.

Now many of the books show images of a demonic face, which is heading in the right direction, but which also has drawn attention. A man I'm familiar with begins speaking with me, a demon or something close enough - I've forgotten the content of this one-sided conversation except that it was about that book I'm searching for. Our surroundings have gotten more solid by this point, and as I move through the cloud I find wooden steps under my feet.

I come up the steps into a room full of books piled haphazardly on wooden tables. There's a young human woman here looking through the books - long dark hair, blue jeans and white t-shirt, I recognize her as someone who has a history with that demon I've been speaking with. Her name's Dawn. Their interactions are familiar but antagonistic - she once struggled with him and lost, though I'm not sure she's realized she's lost yet. In any case, she came to him to search for something, but she failed and became trapped in a dream. It seems she's still searching for whatever it is. I find that sad to watch. She looks at the demon as he climbs up the stairs behind me - or I assume she does; I haven't seen him, he's just a voice to me, but she's looking right through me and to the place I believe he would be. In annoyance at his presence, she moves to another stack of books, further away. The demon sounds amused as he calls to her.

It occurs to me as I watch her that I've been consciously thinking of this as a dream for some time now. Since it seems she can't see me, I decide to step aside and watch the two of them. I settle down on a white couch out of the way and allow my perspective to change slightly. I can see the demon now, and Dawn's appearance has changed as well, both of them now dressed from the late 1700s, France - their hairstyles and clothes are looking rough, as if they started out with a fine presentation but over time the polished image has fallen apart. He's struck up a conversation, and eventually she says to him, "The doctor warns that (something to do with a slow death), and my minutes are done." She sounds defiantly happy about this, as if it's a kind of victory over the demon.

I had a dream with pinkie pie in it. I think we were in a cafeteria with a stage or something. I enjoyed her company quite well as I felt like I was having fun being around her. There was some orchestra with these woodwind instruments likes like tubas (what all those metal instruments you blow into are called) and I for some reason was able to either control them or predict what they were going to play. After the dream I was surprised as I don't know what was so great that made me enjoy myself, but being around her made me happy like being around a close friend that you are always happy to be with.
I am sure I dreamed of other things before that one, but I can't quite remember them.

Let's see if i can retrieve some memory..

"I know I was not lucid because I believed in every dream.." How do I stop this?

-O's face behind a window - Dream sign.. i never see him

-It's thursday.. I am my parents. I am "not looking forward to today" .. I have an appointment with my parents on this day along with my caretakers
^This should have been obvious. A dream sign.

-Vivid thoughts rather than dreams of a girl. She "reacted".. not sure if imagined or how I predict she would react..

-I certainly didn't dream as much or recalled but I enjoyed this little piece of death more than usual. the melatonin from weed was very comfortable. I ddn't want to wake up.

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Had dreams of standing on a rooftop earlier this year. Had another strange dream where I felt considerately free and somehow I linked these two together ven though they where had on different days. The link I believe is that Is tart believing both are actual realities that I was creating/living and not a dream.

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Earlier

- Walked past Miquel's house. Spoke to him last week. He was surrounded by a bunch of college looking girls.

- Yara hasn't been in my dreams for a while. Adrie hasn't been. Esmee.

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Sniper, someone on the roof. Shoot. See my sister across the corner. taking a look. Can't actually hit. far targets.
Bigass-modern-Unrealtournament sniper

2/21/2015

First one i was at my fraternity house standing out in the back parking lot at night. I was looking towards the train tracks but instead of the normal layout with roads it had been flooded and became a small river running from the right side of the property to the left at a fairly quick pace. The train tracks that were there were still high enough to be slightly above the river, with water on both sides of it. The side closest to me was shallow. The water was dirty due to the high discharge of water stirring up sediments. I looked into the current for a while until a particularly dark time in the night had started, and at that point the life in the water became active. There were splashes frequently where something has just broke the surface but quickly vanished back under. Next thing i knew i was in a smart car and drove through the shallow part of water onto the train tracks, but then decided to drive a bit further to test the water depth. To my panicked surprise the water dropped off at a very steep angle and the car quickly filled with water leaving only a small bubble of air a few inches down from the roof of the car. At first i panicked and water rushed in fast past my legs, then waist, and up to my chin. I then told myself to just calm down so i could try to get out and not die. With my chin elevated trying to breath little air that was left i felt around for the door handle and opened it and quickly moved out to push off the smooth rocky bottom and up to the surface.

03/03/2015
Another Outlast dream


This dream was lengthy but i can only recall the last bit of it. I was in a very large building that looked like a mansion but was set up most likely as an asylum. Where i started i had one of the crazy people chasing me already. One of them was an actual character from outlast named Chris Walker. For those wanting a description he is a very big rather muscular ex-military police patient at an asylum(Mount Massive Asylum). He wears chains wrapped around his ankles, wrists and waists. He has military boots, camo pants and no shirt. His face has been self mutilated to where his nose is basically non existent, his lips are gone and can see his teeth showing, and he tore up the skin on his forehead, claiming it helps him see with the 3rd eye. The patients of the asylum, as they are from the actual story, are forced into dream therapy and have lucid dreaming tasks as tests for them, as well exposed to a series of images on a loop for hours that makes them very violent. He has a lot of blood around the chained areas that are not his own. So you get the idea.

Walker is only trying to kill me, nothing else. I started the recall in a open, empty room with nothing to hide in so i decided to make a run to cover. The building interior had only natural light and a lot of open ceilings and walls to let light in. The walls were a tan color. It was late afternoon and the sun would be down soon. When i decided to find a new hiding spot i could hear Walker talking to himself about finding me. I ran down a short wide hallway into a room with a few lockers here and there and nothing much else in the room. It was a dead end! there was no other rooms to go in, just a small balcony. I ran to the small balcony with a single locker in the center of it and decided to hide there. I could see before entering the locker we were in a jungle area, lots of lush green plants surrounded the building. Walker enters the room and i watch him through slits on the locker. He walks past every locker in the room except Sure enough Walker didn't check any other locker except the one i was hiding In! He opened it and grabbed me out of the locker, stared at me face to face as he held me a few inches off the ground, and threw me a few feet across the room and proceeded to walk over to me. I had to run quick or he would get me and that would be it for me. But that is when the dream faded. Throughout the dream i never really felt much or any fear.

With mother and younger sister we were taking our stuff, and get inside a bus. It was sunny afternoon. We were driving through a city. On the way I saw a strange bus, that was moving on the road sideways to how it should drive. I saw some persons through a window. Chubby, brunette man with glasses wearing, grey sports clothes and young woman with brown hair, wearing black jacket. I don't know why, but they received my biggest attention. We drove to the hotel. We took our luggage, and gave it to the service. I then went to the toilet, and entered a cabin. It had two doors, and a huge mirror. I couldn't see my reflexion in it. I thought And it would be best if they won't disturb me. I hear someone going inside the room. I went out to the corridor, and saw that everyone was bashing the door to living room. I don't even asked why, but I came to my younger sister and asked where my stuff was placed. Next I go to my room.

Non-lucid
I'm at David's house, he's having a party and a bunch of my friends are there. There's one boy I don't recognize, but he's very attractive. Dark skin, black hair, tall. Honestly looks a little like Agassi. As I get prepared to go on my nightly walk, he comes up to me and excitedly asks if he can come. I say yes. He sneezes twice afterwards, and hangs around me until I'm ready to go. AJ also wants to come with us.
I go out, everyone bidding us a short goodbye. It's quite cold outside, there's a little bit of snow, or maybe frost, on the ground, and a lot of puddles and David's house is in a more forest-y area now. AJ splits off from us, leaving just the attractive boy and I to walk. But soon he splits off from me, leaving me all by myself. I an imagine in my mind's eye of him over me, looking evilly happy, with long horns growing out of his head and a breathing apparatus over his mouth. I think he might be the devil.
I start to look for my sister, yelling out her name everywhere. I climb up a small hill where I see a beautiful, colorful sunset with strange cloud formations. It's reflecting in the puddles, and turning the snow/frost its colors.
I see AJ walking below me, looking a little lost. I call out to her and she scrambles up to me. I also see the boy walking around in the forest near me.
The scene changes. I'm in a Burger King parking lot with a little boy I don't know. He's holding my hand as we're walking. Another little boy, that looks just like him, walks out the Burger King door. "Hey, my twin!" the boy holding my hand says. The other boy smiles sincerely and waves, but doesn't stop walking away. The first boy takes a retainer out of his mouth. "Let's see if this will fit him too!" He says, as he throws it as his twin. It lands on the ground, naturally, but the twin picks it up and puts it in his mouth perfectly.
Then, I wake up.

Despite heavy effort in MILD and earlier bedtimes, I have had a very foul last couple of days.

I've decided to start tracking my bedtime with each DJ entry to see what bedtimes seem to work the best for lucid dreaming.

Sun-Mon: Bedtime 9:40

I remember some dream about replacing superman, in every sense of the word. I had all of his powers, all of his responsibilities, etc.

I remember I had to wear his costume. It wasn't as tight fitting as it was to him, since I'm smaller and not totally buff. The costume looked more like the one from the old Superman movies with the more vibrant colors and less texture.

I think I ended up tripping over the cape at one point.

I got tricked into going into this hotel room/apartment where there was Kryptonite or something that made me lose my powers. But the Kryptonite was somehow dissolved in to the air, and I had to try and hold my breath. There was this bad guy in there who was a big black floating orb with one eye who was attacking me.

I lost consciousness in the dream.

Mon-Tues: Bedtime: 10:50

I had a couple of dreamlets last night, but they were really messed up. I don't feel comfortable sharing them. Skip.

There was something that I was comfortable sharing. Something to do with Attack on Titan. I remembered it when I woke up, but have since forgotten what it was about.

Interpretations: The Superman probably means something about having big shoes to fill or being poisoned by something. I don't make any immediate connections to things in my waking life though.

If my recall were to shape up, I'd have more to work with.

I was on an adventure. I was traveling on a canoe over icy waters. I was being chased by... something. I entered a cave ahead, and there were two allies. One was an old man and the other was girl. From afar, I heard the wolves howling. I also saw the outline of their handler, a guy with a beard and coat (like a hunter).

I have to leave the area so that they'll chase me instead of my allies inside the cave. I swung a rope out of the cave and up (coz fuck gravity and physics) and over the cliff outside. I started to climb up and one of the two greywolves (specific) jumped up and bit/clawed me. I felt the pain on my butt (IRL, upper body to neck hurt like hell, but not butt and below) as it did.

I was able to climb over the cliff. I was above and I tried to save/filter what little water I have left/found. I was debating with myself what was best: using the saucer or using another saucer. Somehow, I felt like I was just wasting the water.

It felt like I did this adventure before in the same dream and it was just reset, and I somehow knew I should fly down into a cave (a different one?) to complete the quest. I flew down and entered a cave, and inside it was being... bulldozed? There were huge mobile machines that were turning dirt over along with huge, round, rusty coins with a hole (square?) in the center. A huge old man (huge in a cartoonish way with cartoonish proportion) wearing a... lab coat? Anyway, he went out from the inner part of the cave and waved and closed the entrance like a mouth, so whatever was outside wouldn't be able to get in.

I was led (forcefully?) into the inside part, supposedly like a prisoner/captive. I arrived inside and saw some allies making themselves at home although the looked like a military area with its similar beds and similar lockers. My female ally was dark-skinned and tall, with her ponytail braided. She looked like a Latina Lara Croft. There was also a guy, light-skinned, jock-like. I couldn't remember much of him.

I was in a mall, grocery store or mall. Red color theme, like National Bookstore. I was buying some stuff. I saw Ivan with a girl outside, and I was expecting to meet him by the entrance, but they weren't there. I thought of SM (mall) and passing by that area. (deja vu about another dream)

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Notes:

- Fell asleep at around 5:30 p.m.
- Woke up almost 8 p.m., no alarm
- Upper-body-to-neck pain, none from the hip below, from parkour training
- Was watching Cosmos (Neil DeGrasse Tyson)

At first is started out as normal, just me relaxing with family and talking with my brother. then things slowly started to become weird when my brother started to hear voices in different rooms. I began to follow him in the living room and I heard a women voice but couldn't make out what she was saying. Our parents saw something move and we decided to go downstairs.

There was an air mattress setup and I jumped right on top of it and my brother did the same. My parents went to sit on the chairs talking about if our house is actually haunted or not. Then things actually really started to move. What has happening? still sort of hazey, But I remember correctly that me and my brother were grabbing clothes cause we were ready to leave and there was this hyper futuristic vacuum cleaner cleaning the walls by itself

We sat in the kitchen, contemplating the situation and I hear my dad talking about a same ordeal at his old job that his friend got possessed by a dead guy named Bloomenberg. Some teen then comes and gives us these paper cards to use technology at this place we were going to since our house was under attack by ghosts.

I became lucid when I went into the living room and plugged my nose. I ran downstairs and my family was sitting in the dark. I saw a tablet and turned it on and there was all these girls on screen, one of them I think was younger Miley Cyrus (Hannah Montana). I began to use my abilities and touch the screen and they can definitely feel it as they start to move around and laugh.

The screen later turns into an empty theater hall and many people slowly started to fill this big room. I then go inside it and started shooting lightning balls all over the place and people began to amaze at this sighting. Disney Characters began to show up as well such as Donald duck. The dream ended when my brother came and ask how the living hell I was doing all of that.

I have GOT to stop going to bed late. This time around 2am (11pm is my target, rarely make it). Going to bed late almost always results in terrible dreaming…. this is the achilles heel of my practice.

rescued from the horrors of a no-recall night (is there anything worse?) in late morning:

+(f) ex-GF SB's having problems with her thesis math

+(f) walking backwards, firing an automatic machine gun over the shoulder

+ observing a knife-throwing robot practicing/learning; plan for the attack with friends, I sneak up on the munitions store in full fatigues in between cars, fight with enemy, asked to help on other side of building

I'm in a garage-like room. A small robot is practicing knife throwing against a target from a short distance away. It is hitting the target reliably. Then it switches up throwing styles to a simple jab forwards (no spin of the knife), misses a few times, then stats hitting reliably. Then it tries underhanded throwing and is quite poor, mostly missing. I think that this small robot holding a large sharp knife is very dangerous and I don't want to walk close to it for fear of it slicing my calves deeply.

Standing outside talking with team, I suggest taking the munitions room, but they're concerned about leading the enemies to it and losing control of it.

I'm making my way to the munitions room, I'm in full military gear, I'm crouching down and quickly moving between aisles of parked cars. One car is full of people looking at me. I move past the cars and onto a sidewalk with a low wall, in back of me I see an enemy, I try crouching down low behind the wall and he walks past but he then seems me and we fight.

I initially fire a pistol but the rounds are very loose and I have to catch them in my hands to prevent them from falling out of the pistol to the ground. I fire (at his temple at point blank range?) but he's not hurt. Switching to a knife I swipe him solidly across the throat but he has only a small scratch there, again, and similar result, barely a scratch when he should be bleeding out. I think that if I plunge the tip of the blade into his jugular that surely will do it but I'm getting really squeamish at this point and don't want to do it. Someone says use a bow?

(See a hairdresser's salon next to me?) I'm standing near the munitions room. There's some man making a twisting gesture (like an "indian burn") with a pipe in his hands, he wants me to come to the other side of the building and help him. I'm suspicious that it's a trap.

I move farther away to an exit, I need to put on shoes, there are only small sneakers here that are full of sand, I empty out the sand. Some kids come up behind me?

+ young people (is my son cheating on his GF?) screwing in next room, they're my son's friends visiting, chat a bit downstairs with them.

FA: I awake in bed in my childhood home bedroom to the sound of someone grunting/screaming in the next room. I'm concerned, I get up and go out to the hallway and open the door of my sister's bedroom. On the far wall are I see a young woman sitting on top of somebody (presumably a young man) on a chair with a blanket draped around them, I can only see her shoulders and head. I think for a minute she's my niece. Then I think the boy may be my son and he's cheating on his GF because I don't know the girl.

I go down the stairs and the young man who just got laid has a huge ear-to-ear grin on his face and is making fist-pumping victory gestures. I see the girl clearly now and I do not know her, I think she's from my son's class at University. Sitting around in a group in the living room talking with the girls, talking about things. (The subject changes to my penis? I assure the girls that yes, it works quite well…?)

+ fishing [rare!], almost topple of out boat as I get in, feel and see large fish in water, then see HUGE (15-20 foot) catfish lazily swimming on top of the water

(I almost never have dreams of being in or around water despite swimming regularly in waking life). (I've also barely ever gone fishing in my life so this is weird).

I'm shoving off from the shore with my face to the shore in a small row boat. I'm trying to sit down without capsizing, as I sit down the boat lists dangerously far to the right (starboard!) and I fear I'll topple into the water for a second, but the boat rights itself and I get settled and start rowing. The boat is quite small and the water is very green and opaque. Did I bring the tackle box? After rowing a short while I feel something touch my left hand in the water, and I look down and now the water is very clear and transparent, and I see that a large (trout?) has just swum by me, it has an odd, disfigured tail like a stump of bamboo, I think of going after it to catch it and follow it. Then I see a *huge* catfish (15-20 feet long) floating calmly on top of the water. Would would I do if I hooked it, could I call for help to catch it? Would I be able to eat it? As I approach it senses me and it swims away.

I was at my mum's friend's house. Her daughter had the same age as me. It was night, and we were watching TV. I told her that I wanted to become lucid tonight, and the better way was to have a nightmare. She disagree with me and said that nightmare doesn't make you lucid. Now she was a bit of confuse. So I took her white laptop which was on the table, and search some website to show that nightmare can make you have LD. .....

Week 1 March 1 to 7, I will Dream of picture in week 1 envelope in DebraJane's dream game box

1-March Sunday. No remembered dreaml
2-March Monday. No remembered dream.
3-March Tuesday. I took the H30 bus to Henley Beach Square. I took the envelope. When I woke-up this morning I had a waking image (hipnapopic image) of circles of light on a black background.

Then I remembered that one of the 23 calander pictures I ripped out of the 20, 2015 calendars, folded twice and sealed in brown envelopes, was big stars in outer space.

So, maybe (???)

But I'd rather a dream not just an hipnapomp.

So, I'm off to Henley Beach again and tonight I hope to DREAM of the picture in the envelop.

Here is what Wikipedia says about waking images:

A hipnapompic state**(or*hypnapomp) is the*state of consciousness*leading out of*sleep.

It is a term coined by the*psychical researcher*Frederic Myers.

Its twin is the*hypnagogic*state at sleep onset;

though often conflated, the two states are not identical.

The hypnagogic state is*rational*waking*trying to make sense of non-linear images and associations;

the hypnopompic state is*emotional*and credulous*dreaming*cognition trying to make sense of real world*stolidity. They have a different*phenomenological*character.

Depressed*frontal lobe*function in the first few minutes after waking – known as "sleep inertia" – causes slowed*reaction time*and impaired*short-term memory. Sleepers often wake confused, or speak without making sense, a phenomenon thepsychologist*Peter McKeller calls "hypnopompic speech".[1]*

When the awakening occurs out of rapid eye movement*(REM) sleep, in which most dreams occur, the hypnopompic state is sometimes accompanied by lingering vivid imagery.

Some of the creative insights attributed to dreams actually happen in this moment of awakening from REM. In*Deirdre Barrett's*The Committee of Sleep,*Margie Profet's McArthur-award winning biology experiment is shown to be one of these. [2]

But in my opinion there is more to falling to sleep images and waking images.

Became lucid last night. It was night time and I was in my yard, the only light was coming from a pair of headlights from a jeep. I could tell it was a jeep from its Grill. I don't know why I didn't think to change the lighting, but whatever, I was just happy to be lucid again lol. I tried to make my black lab bigger so I could ride on his back. Didn't work, but I was able to make myself smaller to accommodate the situation. I wonder why I was able to change my size, but not the dogs. I was able to summon people though. Tried to feed one of my enemies to him but he's just too good natured of a dog to hurt anyone. Dang it lol. My ex appeared, he pulled into my driveway and scooped me up just like he use to. Ah! It was pretty great lol it was short but great
I had a hard time staying lucid, I need to work on that. I'm really wanting to try WILDing but I'm scared to death of the sleep paralysis. I need to quit being such a chicken lol

I'm eating a nice meal with my spiritual guide and a couple other people at our table. We're content, and enjoying what is before us when suddenly we look over and see the Dalai Lama at the very next table with some of the high ranking Tibetan leadership around him. The Dalai Lama makes a scary face at me, and then they take our picture with me looking all scared. I'm a little embarrassed, and regain my composure. But they didn't want a nice picture. The Dalai Lama laughs and turns back to his table. For some reason, I don't think he likes me. My spiritual guide looks at me and I know that it doesn't matter if anyone likes me or not, no matter who they are.