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I was with Dennis and Daniel in a store. We met Kim and Gerda there, and so I thought it would be good practice to do a reality check, I think I did but I don't remember.

I and Big Time Rush were hanging out after another performance. When suddenly part of a building was blown up. People screamed and ran, we did too. More things were flung into the city, blowing up whatever they made contact with. Helicopters arrived, a man using a mega phone said it was to get Big Time Rush out of the city. I pushed through the crowd of people with them right behind me, somehow on the way I hurt my right leg and was limping. People were trying to climb the rope to get to the helicopter.

As rude as it was, I tugged them off. If this was for Big Time Rush it was for Big Time Rush, not anybody else. After all, why should they be here when Arlington is at war with us? (yes oddly enough two cities were at war with each other. XD)

Kendal told me to go first, I didn't question it. After all I was a member of Big Time Rush for who knows how long, like a day maybe? I started climbing but found myself stuck, I couldn't climb anymore my arms were too weak. I was told to hurry. I argued that I couldn't climb, that I had practically no muscle in my arms.

"Just hurry we have to get out of here."

I forgot who said that but I sighed and continued, progress was slow though since I couldn't exactly lift myself higher that much. I had a good grip on the rope though, so my strength really as the only thing getting in my way. Eventually I made it to the helicopter and climbed into the back, I sat in releif in the far corner of the back. (the back was hollow and had no chairs) I watched as James came next but he was badly hurt, I helped him in and hugged him, feeling responsible for him getting hurt.

He had become unconscious so I lay him on the floor and watched as the other guys climbed in one at a time and the helicopter flew off. We landed in an old neighborhood of mine where we met up with my Mom and sister. Mome told us we had to leave quickly, and they got into a white car that was tied to a white truck. I ended up driving the white truck, sorta anyway. I had to kick myself forward with my right leg like I was on a scooter or skateboard. It was extremely difficult with the weight. And the fact my leg hadn't yet healed. I asked her why she wasn't driving. But I forgot her response.

We traveled down a vacant highway with woddland on either side, well long feilds and woodland anyway. It took a while but we came to a large open parken light covered in dust and cracking as nature tried to destory. The large warehouse, about the size of Super Target stood without a sign, but even so I recognized this place. Either way I ran inside leaving the others outside for some reason.

Inside this thrift store (or was it antique?), it was familiar to me because I had been here in a past dream. How do I know? I recognized the arranging of the store even with most things backed away in boxes, though a familiar black cat figurine still sat on a shelf in front of a mirror and many other things. That also told me it was the same store. An elderly man and woman ran the store together. I asked them why if they were moving and they said with heavy hearts that they were. I frowned, disappointed.

But then they asked if I wanted tea and I said yeah. I followed them past the boxes and the shelf with the slim cat figurine on it and stopped in a large open area of the store. Once they disappeared behind a door, many versions of the Slender Man began to appear around me, one being a woman oddly.

I stared wide-eyed at them but then suddenly, the red leather book I held in in my hands swung open and a blast of light hit me. I cried out in either surprise or pain, because the next thing that happened was that the light made another version of me. A slender version of me appear, she had dark blackish hair like the darkish strands of my hair are. Her eyes had darkened but were still dull green, but her teeth were all straight and in order as well as sharp and deadly. She wore a long simple white dress that looked a lot like a night gown to me. As if she had been asleep? I mean yeah her hair was a mess and everything, but a nightgown?

For some reason I couldn't move from where I lay on the floor beneath her, you see half of here hadn't even appeared, just her waist up. After that it shows but fades the closer to the ground you get.

She spoke loudly, and to be honest I couldn't remember much of it. She spoke about the book I had and about the SLenders around us. I think she spoke about humans but I'm not quite sure. I do know is this was some sort of cult amongst the Slenders. I was freaking out, either by her words or just the fact a slender version of me had appeared. And the next thing that happened and her speech was done, I woke up with the elderly man and woman walking in. They ran to me, where I lay on floor, mostly out of it and trying to peice things together.

Oh don't you love how my dreams go smoothly from one dream to another? I do, it makes it seem like a story to me or something.
And as much as I recognized the store at the end, I didn't become lucid...the dream was vivid enough without me being lucid. And I in truth wouldn't want to end up being a part of that meeting. Slenderman may not scare me, but I do scare myself. (answer to that is because of a past nightmare) So a Slender version of me would be the last thing I'd like to meet in a dream.

I was inside a movie- actually I think it was a TV show like the walking dead this time around. I was the main protagonist of the show and it was supposed to be about a zombie apocalypse. There were also dream signs galore in this dream.

There was some aspect to the TV show where I, as the main character was allowed to do whatever I wanted, and the writers would change the scene to follow suit, so it was all my decisions and I could act as whatever character that I wanted.

In some sense, it was like partial lucidity. I knew that the entire story was pretend.

It started off with me being out in some remote location, out in the mountains. It was foggy and everything had this bluish tint to it. There was some kind of spiritual exchange meeting going on here where all of these people would come and meditate together and exchange spiritual items.

I remember speaking with some old woman shopkeeper who was selling crystals, bracelets, dream catchers, stuff like that. I asked her how much it was for this necklace with this bluish-green hexagon crystal from it on a gold mount. She said it was $40 (or some other rather reasonable price.)

I pulled out my wallet and paid her. She handed it over and I put it around my neck. She got a little confused saying that the necklace was for girls. I told her that I didn't care; I liked the look of it and walked off.

It was getting dark and I had to head back home. I started to head down a trail that led me into a field with some small shrubs. It was a rather wide trail. I think it was a road, in fact. It had the two treads as if people had driven cars down it.

I heard the sky start to rumble as if a thunderstorm was rolling in. I got the 'evil presence is coming' feeling and figured I should head back to the spiritual people meeting place. I ran back. At one point, lightning nearly struck me. I was afraid to go up on the mountain where there were no trees and I might get struck. I looked out of the edge of the forest at the ridge and saw that nobody was there. There was no way those people with all of those tables and tents could have cleared out that fast!

I started running back down into the valley, hoping to find a cave or fallen tree I could use to shelter from the storm. Rain began to fall and a gale-force wind picked up. Branches started to rip off of trees. The storm was really intense, and the dream faded out.

...

It was a few days later. I was in a city now, but the city had been decimated by the plauge/zombies. (I can't remember if the virus that was in the story was simply killing people or turning them into zombies.)

I remember seeing this black guy. He was the first human I had seen since the spiritual gathering on the mountain. He was wearing a mountain climbing outfit and had a backpack. It looked like he might have a lot of supplies to help survive the apocalypse. I tried to get his attention but he purposefully ignored me.

I walked up close to him. He pulled out a crowbar and attacked me. The two of us started fighting. He tried to hit me with a piece of broken window, but I broke it in his hand. I decided I would win this fight. He was bigger than me by a lot, but he had a big backpack on that was weighing him down and making him slow. That was my advantage.

I jumped into the air and kicked him in the stomach. I tried to talk to him, but he insisted on remaining a mute. I kicked him agian. We were fighting inside a half-destroyed bar now and he landed face first on the bar. I then axe kicked him in the head. This killed him or at least put him unconscious. I then started looting his backpack taking all of his food, his gun (he had a pistol) and his clothes.

...

The dream somehow cut to the space station. There were two scientists. (One male, one female.) The female scientist said that a sample of the virus had gotten on the station, but she contained it and was analyzing it in her computer.

The computer had this really cool graphic of the molecular structures at play and it showed a diagram of the pathogen in three dimensions.

"The virus stems from the eurithromycin strain, the same virus that we use to produce all of the worlds antibiotics, so we can't kill it with vaccination. However..."

She typed on the computer and began zooming in on the inside of the virus.

"The virus has triple helix DNA. My research shows that our experimental nanorobots, that were ineffective in combating other viruses, may be as much as six times more effective on this strain because they are better able to identify the triple helix DNA!"

The computer graphic showed the Nanorobots attacking the virus and killing it.

"I have ordered the space staton's nano-robot factory to produce as many robots as possible. I need to test them first to see what ones are the most effective, but when we are done-"

"We load them into the return vehicles and send them on suicide trajectories. They will burn up in the high atmosphere and distribute the nanorobots all over the planet, killing the virus and returning all of the people to normal!"

"Exactly. But just one problem. We'll be stranded here. The space program is closed. Too many people died and they won't be able to come up and get us."

...

"ALERT! VIRUS DETECTED! SPACE STATION SECTION 4 COMPRIMISED!"

The male and female scientist woke up. The viruses formed together in the air and made this flower shaped monster with tentacles. The nano-robots on the station all formed together into metal arms and started fighting with it. For some reason they started throwing plant pots at each other and dirt and broken ceramic bits were floating around the station. The male scientist closed off that module.

They said that they wouldn't be able to access the return vehicles if the giant virus won the fight and took over that module. The fight would take really long time because the virus and the nanobots would kill each other a few at a time.

I woke up. I did some autosuggestion notebook, but didn't really write anything meaningful. For some reason I was tired enough to want to not do autosuggestion, but not tired enough that it took me long enough to count to nearly 300 to get back to sleep.

-WBTB-

The second dream was really dry and had to do with a lot of family/personal issues. It dragged on for quite a while. Skip everything until the very end.

The dream ended when my dad was yelling at me and he elbowed my computer on 'accident' and the screen cracked. I started yelling at him and telling him he had to buy me a new one now. He then disappeared from the dream.

I became so frustrated with my family and decided that I was going for a walk to get some space. I started to put my shoes on when I realized that before our argument I was trying to WBTB and this fight must be a dream. I moved my leg to stand up, but moved my WL leg and woke myself up.

-WBTB-

There were four combat robots that had survived a massive war with an enemy army. The robots were controlled by a core computer in orbit, but since the core computer only had to control the four of them, they were really intelligent.

Before the battle even died down, they hid in a downed spaceship where they found some books. They were still getting used to their new intelligence. They found a science fiction book by Isacc Asimov and decided it would be a holy text. They were reading it out loud hoping that it would save them from the enemy team that had won the war.

For some reason I remember being one of the four robots at a point in the story where there were some enemy soliders just outside the spaceship. I was scared that there was going to be jump scare where they would come out and kill some of us.

The robots just sat in the downed spaceship and read books to kill time. (Because you know every spaceship should have a library on it.) They took an oath of nonviolence and disengaged their weapon systems. After awhile, they ran out of literature, but they discovered that they could order books through this teleporter system, but they could only order 10 books a week since the teleporter used a lot of power.

They decided to start reading hentai mangas because they wanted to become more human, and they wanted to understand what it was like to be human and to be attracted to someone. One of the robots was afraid it would corrupt them but he got outvoted by the other three.

I was watching an interview in a nun's convent, I think. The building was near the sea. We were in the water. There's a tidal wave coming. We had to hurry and escape, but only a few can escape in time. There was a woman (among many others) who told us to go, and then I saw her get submerged by the wave. For some reason, I knew she survived somehow. She has curly hair (not sure of length), dark skinned, skinny/toned.

I saw the walls of the convent facing the sea. It has uneven walls.

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Notes:

- Dreamt this early morning after waking up several times
- No alarm

I was looking at a hut. Generations of families lived there in isolation. The last one is a father and a son. They are fighters/hunters. Tribal type. They were summoned by the kingdom/king to fight. There's also something about having a daughter.

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Notes:

- March 27, 2015
- Was skimming Dune the night before

Time to start keeping my dream journal again. Other dreamers are starting to show up, and it would be nice to be able to remember them. Have a vague recollection of seeing one of my prodigal students in my dreams the past two nights, but can't recall anything about it. What a waste!

I consider this one semi lucid, since it involved obvious dream related themes. I just accepted it as being a little to real to be fully lucid.

Keeping Secrets
Sleep: OK
Sleep position: Unknown

I have power which manifests it's self visually in my dream as a sword. Other people, other dreamers, think they can take my power by stealing my sword, which is ridiculous. The sword is a phantom projection of a part of myself, which would be impossible to take from me, but that's not stopping these guys from trying. They are constantly coming after me, and I fight them off. On occasion they surprise me and actually do get my sword, but it's still me and I can still control it. I make it disappear, and they just come back to try again.

Starting to get annoyed, I decide to put an end to this once and for all, but how? It's not like I can destroy the sword to stop them from coming for it, it was never real in the first place. I turn to the first rule of dream control for the answer: Every thing requires your attention to exist. If I can't destroy the sword, I can destroy everyone who knows of it's existence. If nobody knows about it, then for all intents and purposes it doesn't exist for anyone other than me.

I was quite proud of how neat and tidy that solution was.

While there is nothing in there directly relating to the 12 Monkeys, I can still see that show's influence on this dream.

Pact of the witches

I was with my class in forest. We were felling trees and processing them for timber production. I took a chainsaw, but there was a problem with starting it. I checked the level of oil and fuel, and had enough for two hours of work. There were still problems with it, so I decided to take them to classmates, so they can look what's wrong with it.

I joined to the group. We were waiting for something near a forest inspectorate. Some of classmates disappeared, and the rest went away to continue work. With a few guys we decided to check what really is inside the building of inspectorate.

We opened the door and saw a temple for a dark god. There were witches inside. One of them came closer to us. She was wearing light brown dress, had a red hair and dark grey eyes. She told us about a pact with forest inspectors. They could kidnap people in forest for magical help with tree felling.

We went outside, but two guys decided to stay inside. One guy that went with us was friends with one of the guys that stayed with witches. I said Pact of the witches?! And why did that guy stayed with them? The man told me Don't worry about him, he was an idiot.

We went to our work. There was a huge valley full of cut down trees. I saw other classmates working. Suddenly I heard that they lost some plans, and it was late to look for them. I decided to go and find them. I took a weak flashlight that gave faint light.

I was moing through the darkness. I looked around to see if I can find those plans. My flashlight was running out, but I found another one, lying near a tree. I searched that area, as they could leave the plans close to the flashlight. I couldn't find them there, so I searched the next area.

I went straight a road. Suddenly I saw a creepy face, staring at me from behind the bushes. I wasn't scared, even though I was surrounded by darkness, my biggest fear. I just went back, trying to join with the group.

ToTM attempt

I was walking in the docks. I saw my father walking there, and two attractive girls from my class. Suddenly I realised that this is a dream. I did a nose plug RC, to check it, and I was sure that I was dreaming. The girls wanted to open a hut standing there. I shouted Stop! Two times and time stopped, right after one of them opened the door. I looked inside the hut, and there was a witch from the previous dream. I closed the door, and fought that I'll do the Basic task 1 after Advancd task 2. I moved the girls to weird position. One was trying to jump onto the roof, and the other was kneeling. I forgot about unfreezing time, so I decided to have some fun with the freezed girls. I stripped them from clothes and did my thing. I woke up rather quickly.

Morning of March 28, 2015. Saturday.



I am unsure where my family and I are living. It is reminiscent of the Barolin Street house but has more rooms, which are larger, in an unlikely layout. There is a knock on the front door by an unfamiliar man with his young son. Eventually, there are several unknown people in a get-together in our home. I do not express anger or annoyance.

One room, possibly a kitchen, features ovular panels that have scroll-like and two-step-like areas on each edge with a large fancy hook in the center of each in a row of about six. The main colors are white and silver but there are small flower decals. I see a lot of dust and dirt on them and on random areas of the wall. I feel that I should clean the house. The presence of the unknown people makes the prospect unlikely at this time.

Later, I am cleaning a room, seemingly the first room from the front door, but it also has kitchen features, including a sink and long counter. I throw out a possibly leftover lasagna dinner that has hardly been touched because it may have gotten dish soap on it (as well as dust and dirt) because of being on the counter near the sink. It was underneath plates and silverware. This scene repeats in an area perpendicular to the first, but I decide it may not be a good idea to throw out the second lasagna yet, as I do not want to waste money. I remain uncertain of whether it is inedible.

There are conversations I do not recall that possibly relate to the layout of the house or relatives in America. I go outside and it seems to be early afternoon. There is long grass that is dry, brown, and powdery. I mention mowing but a visiting neighbor does not seem concerned about the lawn and mentions that it would be hard to clean up at this time and so I should probably wait. I tell him I will use shears to trim it. It seems I will be doing this soon. My dream is clearer at this time but changes again.

Now it seems to be early morning, about an hour before sunrise. I feel a nice cool breeze when going onto the porch. I comment on it, saying how good it is. My dream becomes the recurring “nostalgic skywatching" type. I see a parade in the sky - continuous large shapes above the horizon, moving from right to left. They are possibly holograms, not natural clouds. Each is different. I see what looks like ocean liners, trucks, buses, and buildings moving across the sky. (The designs are abstract until I began watching more closely). I continuously say “wow” and “look at this”. The effect is unnatural (at least in conscious afterthought) though I do not contemplate what the source might be, thinking it is rare, wondrous, and possibly not caused by human activity. After several very large “clouds” (some rectangular) pass, an unfamiliar male neighbor comes out and watches upon hearing my loud expressions of amazement.

An unknown female, probably the man’s wife, comes out. A child comes out. A shape, like a white cloud, appears in the sky. It resembles a person in silhouette in a martial arts stance. It remains in the same area above the eastern horizon (assuming the Barolin Street model). The female talks about how she remembers this stance from her martial arts classes. Somehow, she is soon "standing” in the sky in the distance, just above the horizon, not implied to be a giant, though the perspective and distance orientation is wrong. (The effect is an ambiguous combination of her seeming to be on an invisible stage only about fifteen feet away, yet also being in the sky far away above the horizon.) She somehow manipulates this “cloud” (to the left in my view) with her martial arts moves, “wearing” the “cloud” at times, though other times “standing” beside it. I do not become lucid at this surreal impossibility or even suspect that anything is unusual. This continues until my dream fades.

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Notes: My oldest son was involved in martial arts several years ago, attaining a black belt, also teaching martial arts for a time. This dream’s last scene is autosymbolic of vestibular system correlation, though projected. (That is, I do not feel any falling sensation. It is only subliminally anticipated by way of synaptic OR gating, my dream self with no memory of this very common dreaming and waking process.) I think this last scene has influence from a Harvey Comics Casper story, where I think a big cloud was bragging about being able to become different shapes but breaks apart when becoming shaped like a human body. There was also a “Timmy the Timid Ghost” comic book story about anthropomorphic cloud giants. “Cloud people” have appeared in other dreams.

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+ objects I need are strewn over a hill, I try to gather them, indigenous people put up barriers; dirt; there may be some sexy pictures involved on some device, I want to gather these.

+ I'm watching 2 guys and 1 girl playing a sexy card game. The older guy is one my side and we're facing the younger guy and a girl younger than him sitting behind him. The younger guy has just drawn a losing card and looks disappointed.

Spoiler for sexually explicit:

The older guy (winner) has a big long erect penis and it slowly moving it in the direction of the mouth of the younger guy, who's going to have to suck it. The younger guy apparently doesn't want to but he will. Another scene: a naked girl in the distance?

+ In our group of adult superheroes, only the developmentally disabled child (girl) got all the information. (The girl is TZ). I go to lie down on a couch for a nap, PZ (mother of TZ) says something like "there goes <my name>", she's critical of me taking a nap. I say jokingly "I'm just gathering my thoughts". I've brought a cup of some drink with me and put it on the coffee table to my right as I lie down on my back on the couch.

+ I'm in an office in the morning. I hear people talking "offstage" and imagine they're in a morning meeting. I'm in the break room and look at leftover food on the counter. Puffy white doughy rolls, somewhat pointed at each end. They look somewhat like pork buns. One of them is dark (blue/purple?) I break it in half there is some inky black stuff on the insides, I take a bite thinking it might be a pork bun? As I continue moving through the room I notice on the right side of the shelf a platter with what looks like a long piece of a pasty that is covered in an orange-ish jam.

I'm in a meeting with some people looking at and discussing a very successful product, nobody seem to know how it works or why people like it.

+(f) in the music camp cafeteria, half-lit, not much is left along the tables to eat, I see small shaped pancakes in little individual cups, I pick these up and stuff the in my mouth, I spit them out, very low quality batter and syrup, I wonder if there will be anything for me to eat here.

+ running through the airport trying to find the gate for the plane to Belarus. I'm on an upper level and realize I know there's a hotline phone just down some stairs and around a corner. There's not much time left to get on the flight. I go down and around the corner and there's a short line of people in front of me, I'm frustrated by this. I get to the phone and there's a 4-digit calling code, I'm a bit concerned I won't enter it correctly but a black man standing behind me says (some) of the numbers over my shoulder. The call connects and I hear a (female?) voice that says "You can probably still make it if…" and I immediately hang up once I hear I may still make it so I can race to the gate.

I have some luggage with me and I'm running up a short stairway that takes a 90-degree right turn, there's a slow woman there, I can't get by her at first but then I push past her, apologizing. I"m on an upper level and go to a woman at a podium and ask where is the plane to Belorus. She says on the lower level. I run to go down and I'm on top of some ceiling of a structure and I look down and see a sign for a (woman's bathroom?), I get down and ask where is the plane to Belorus, and I'm directed somewhere and I run there. I arrive at a historical re-enactment sort of museum of old time Belorus with a young lady in traditional costume, realize the mistake, and get frustrated "doesn't anybody know the way to the plane?" She sympathizes with me but I get even more upset and yell something about the "f%^&ing morons!" in the airport.

I'm running up some sort of incline and realize my luggage is on the plane including my personal backpack with my tablet in it, this is why you *never* should give your backpack to the plane before you get on it yourself!

I imagine the plane is taxiing on the runway, and "see" the people seated on the plane, if I ran out there would they lower the stairway? Probably not.

I'm climbing through cages/poles on an incline, I'm in the plane, my mother is with me, she's saying (because she doesn't have a suitcase) "I'm going to have to buy underwear there."

Going through border control, I see (me?) a guy walks by one guard lifting his carry-on up to cover his face, the guard doesn't care. The guy goes by another guard who's busy trying to operate some (vending machine?) and the guy pats the vending machine a few times, gives the guard a thumbs up (he fixed it?) and walks on.

Wake Back to Bed (WBTB) and then meditated until I was consciously awake with my body asleep. I think I fell asleep and had a dream (can’t remember what happened), and then I was once again consciously awake with my body asleep. I could feel my legs and arms floating around on my bed, and then ‘the vibrations’ started, so then I sat up in bed, and then stood up beside my bed (OBE exit). I was in total darkness.

Then I spoke to the dream, “Hey, somebody help me out here! I can’t see anything!”, and then somebody scooped me up in their arms (cradled). I felt totally safe. We then shot straight up, through the roof, and out into space. Whoever it was, I don’t know, because they were invisible! I didn’t care; rather I was totally mesmerized by the vastness and beauty of space. Off to my right was the sun, and it was very bright, so I looked away from it. My vision was very powerful, like a using a telescope, and I could see the deep reds and purples of the Milky Way, plus many Nebulas and star clusters. It was very cool and exciting! Then I was back in bed again.

I could feel myself floating in bed, so I once again sat up and rose to my feet (OBE exit). It was pitch black in my room, so I fumbled around until I found the door, and then I opened it. I was expecting to be in my house, but I think I was in my childhood home, because I could see another door partially opened, with some light shining through ( I figured it’s my sister’s room) down the hallway. I started to walk towards her room, but unfortunately I end up back in bed again. I should have counted to help stabilize the experience (next time).

For the third time, I felt myself floating in bed again, so I decided to the visualization technique I call ‘the barrel roll’. I started off spinning on the center line axis of my body, and then I gradually went into a 10 foot diameter barrel roll. I was moving at an incredible speed, but I couldn’t feel any ‘G’ forces. There was a matrix pattern forming around me with sparks and dust floating everywhere. Then my alarm clock went off and I woke. Dang it anyway! Aside from my alarm clock, this was all very exciting and fascinating.

Multiple dreams.
I'm not sure if the part in "??" and purple is part of 2 or 3 or a 4th dream.

1) I slided down the stairs at a harbor. The stairs were long, and there was nothing to make sure you didnt fall out at the side. I realised that and I was about to fall off, but didnt. I met some people I knew but they didnt look familiar. I needed to pee, so I found a toilet. End of dream.

2) I were in a dark forest with some other people, we were in a war. We had weapons and we were shot at. The other people in my group moved forward but I just stayed on my position.
?I was able to choose a character, like in a video game. The only characters I remember is Rip, Rap and Rup from Quack Pack and Donald duck.?
3) Then I ended up in my my childhood home with my stepmothers little daughter Anna. We were on the computer playing multiplayer flash games. We talker about what we should play next, and then there was this plastic bag with discs. I took the discs out and some of the games were violent and not for a 7 year old like Anna. One of the games were Far Cry 4.

Morning of March 27, 2015. Friday.



The first part of my dream is mostly incoherent and is an abstract hodgepodge involving the slide in my old elementary school’s playground (though facing the opposite direction as it did in reality - east instead of west - something dreams do often), something related to someone doing laundry, and some sort of table of a fair number of “names” that are not actually names but some sort of five-character combination of numbers and letters for the most part that seems to be related to “signing in”, perhaps to use the slide. I focus on how, when the new slide was first installed in the playground (in reality), a line of students as long as the street resulted in the morning (seemingly every student in the school in fact), thus not everyone got to go on the slide if they were farther back in line. After several days though, the novelty wore off, and there was no longer a line.

My dream shifts into a more defined state. I am in the living room in our present home on W Street. I notice that the couch has about six levers sticking out from the bottom that are much the same as wooden organ pedals. However, they also work like organ stops in that they pull out or push in a short distance. In turn, this seems to function in a manner of a combination lock.

By way of a false memory, I manipulate a particular sequence of these wooden stops in a certain order - knowing that money will somehow materialize inside the bottom of the couch in the boxlike storage area if the right pattern is implemented (like a combination lock/password composite). After I do this, I lift the seat up and see that there is a stack of fifty-dollar bills (Australian) near the middle area, nearly six inches high a stack. I look through them to make sure it is “real”. Although the money is “made” somehow, it is still the same as “real” money - or possibly teleported from somewhere else (though I do not get the impression it is stolen). Even though I am not lucid, a subtle part of me knows that I am making my dream (as is often the case, even as a child) and so I am focused on the “reality” of the imagery of the money, which at times, seems rendered incorrectly (the bills seem to have features of both American and Australian fifty dollar notes at certain points). However, this neither bothers me nor triggers a “closer” lucidity (as it probably should) and my dream fades from here, whereas I get the feeling that the money will automatically be “correct” (correctly rendered) in the long run - though by the time I ponder upon that, I am already mostly awake.

I had a dream i was fighting a group of evil people with super heroes I think. The last thing I can remember about the dream is that there was snow on the ground with pee on it because the bad guys wanted to pollute the city.There could have been some lucidity to it but i can't recall.

The last two days have been crazy and I have no idea what order these fragments go in or even what night they belong to, but I do have a lot of fragments, and seeing as I like to put EVERYthing into my dream journal, I'd better punch as much as I can in.

Floating black liquid orbs were flying around and people didn't know what to make of them.

I was watching a video clip of my younger self that looked like my dream self but with two blue eyes. He said something about the earth being bigger than the sun and mars combined that didn't make sense but for some reason I found really funny.

My dad had made a picture slideshow of my life. The entire slideshow was made up of false memories and blurred together with stuff that had happened in waking life and in recent dreams.

I was at our family's beach resort. Everything had been replaced with cobblestones.

Something to do with this big fish and stabbing it with a pen because it was trying to bite me. My mom was swimming too and she told me not to stab it because the fish was just playing with me and wasn't old enough to do any damage when it bit.

Spoiler for Just in case:

I remember (well this was more like a full dream.) I was approached by what I was told was a female projection of myself in the bathroom. (Though she was a little bit bigger than my male self.) We began doing sexy things, though I'm not going to go into detail.

Though I did have a bit of funny broken logic during this dream. I was semi lucid and thought that I should change myself into a girl as well since I wouldn't be able to make a mess in the bed then.

I'm going to be working on updating my profile today and hopefully getting caught up on some of my favorite DJs. I just want to say that the reason my recall sucked this past week was because of an episode that my parents caused causing a lot of stress throughout our entire family (for me in particular). This isn't the place for me to go into detail, but I will say that they realized their mistake, apologized, and now hard at work things are getting back in order.

This one wasn't lucid, and it was a little weird. I fell asleep around maybe 9:30pm - 10:00pm. I woke up around 6:30am.

I was in a building, I'm not sure what it was. I remember there were closet type things on the walls to put your stuff in. I opened up one and found a bunch of bags with things like 3ds', money, etc. I also found a "cheeseburger backpack" from Steven Universe, which I wanted. I put all of this into my own big bag. Some children behind me noticed their stuff was missing, and I didn't want to get in trouble, so I gave the stuff back to them and said sorry. They were okay with it and were nice, and took their stuff and left. I then noticed that I accidentally didn't give them back one thing, and I looked in it and there was four hundred dollars. I kept it, but I kept dropping it.

This was a different dream, I think. I lived next-door to some people. I would always go over to their house and get on their roof. It was two people my age. One of them brought alcohol, but the other didn't want me to drink it and kept stopping me. I was about to when their parents came out. I had the bottle and glass behind me and they said a few things and then left.

I'm not sure if this was the same dream, but I was in a room that looked like a room in my house. I tried to drink the alcohol again, but the same person kept stopping me. I did drink some though, and they looked very disappointed. Some people came in then, and I think I was in trouble. I ran into the bathroom and tried to lock the door but one of them managed to grab the handle first. I had to kick them back twice before I could lock the door (it was hard to move my hands, they were going slow).

I heard them talking, and saying to just leave me in there for now, because I would either come out or they would get me. There was a small window above the toilet, so I opened it and climbed out. I ran from the backyard to the front yard, and ran down the street. It looked like my neighborhood, but a little different. I came across a house, and someone was out front watering their plants. I asked them if I could hide in their car for a bit. It was a big, white car. The person said sure, and I fumbled again trying to open the door before they came down the street, but I did manage to get it open and climb in and hide while they passed by. I then either drove the car myself, or someone else was suddenly in the car with me. We drove away and pulled up to this run-down-looking house. We got out and looked inside. All the rooms were empty. I thought that we could stay there.

The person who let me hide in their car drove up in a different car. I think they either were moving into that house, or they owned it and were going to rent it. They didn't seem upset that we took their car. I asked them why they let me use their car, because I could have just taken it, and they had no way of knowing whether I would bring it back or not. I don't remember what they said, but they shrugged and smiled. They didn't seem to mind.

That's all I remember.