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1. I was in my friend Patrick's house with Pat himself, his sister Emily, and Dylan. We had all been sitting down on the couch just relaxing until Alex called and said that his dad would be dropping him off at Pat's house soon. For some reason we all reacted as though this was a rare occurrence and Emily started getting mad, and I have no idea why. She got up off of the couch with a stern and aggressive look on her face. "I'm going to go hide from Alex's dad" I told her, "You should too Emily". "I would never hide from Alex's dad, Alex's dad should be hiding from me". Wow, that's scary.
I leave the living room where we were all sitting and retreated back into Patrick's dad's room, who currently wasn't here. Dylan followed me. My last sighting of Patrick was as he ran down his hallway and into his room. I then closed the bedroom door and found a hiding spot. The realization came to me: this was just an emotionally charged game of hide and seek. I peek through a set of blinds and look in Pat's driveway. Immediately I notice Alex's dad walking up it quite casually. He then comes to the back door and knocks on it. Emily storms to the door and opens it. "Who do you think you are!?" she asks him. He stands astonished and completely clueless. Alex is behind his dad and comes to his defense. "Emily what are you doing? Chill".

2. I had just "woken up". I was lying in bed. My entire room was almost pitch black, but I could still see pretty good despite not having my glasses on. I realize that I need to record my dreams of the night or else I will forget them. I pick up a keyboard that was on my carpet next to me and put it on my bed. This keyboard has glowing white keys on it, and it looks pretty high-tech. I start to type up what I can remember of my dreams, but I have no idea where my words are supposed to appear since the keyboard is not hooked up to anything.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I see a black figure standing next to my closet. I react the same way I always did when I was haunted as a child; I pulled my bed sheets over myself and shivered in fear(extremely unlikely of me now). At the same time as I did this, I continued typing up my dreams on the keyboard, still thinking that it was working. I kind of forgot about the black shadow figure.

3. I was downstairs in my kitchen, looking for a snack to eat. I walked into my pantry and looked around. I saw all kinds of chocolate mini cakes of sorts and other sweets. I then thought to myself, "Why doesn't dad just buy a whole bunch of boxes of a bunch of sweets so we can stock up on them and not have to buy them for a while?". I then walked into the kitchen again and went over to the cabinet to the right of the sink.
I kneel down and open the door. Inside I see tons of boxes of chocolate mini cakes and another type of chocolate mini cakes. On the very left inside of this cabinet I see a big box filled with mini-icecream cup things. I open it up and look inside. "Wow, this ice-cream shouldn't be left out like this. good thing it hasn't been in here for long" I said to myself. I took a handful of these mini ice-creams, close the cabinet door, and then open the fridge. After that I put all of the mini ice-creams that were in my hand, into the fridge except for one; I keep one for myself.
I then close the fridge and look at my ice-cream. The label on the outside of it is orange, and is quite wet. I can tell that the ice-cream has been starting to melt.

Morning of March 25, 2015. Wednesday.



My family and I are living at our present address on W street though it is somewhat different. The area east of us is more like a rural area with less buildings and includes at least one large empty lot. There is a wall clock featured that either is - or is designed to look like - an antique wall clock. The top section is octagonal (same shape as a stop sign - may be an association here with “stopping time” in a “wishful thinking” sort of way) and the bottom section primarily vertically rectangular.

The clock is the main focus of my dream though we also have a garden where the shed is in reality, covering about half of the backyard on the far side. I notice that there are very tall healthy plants, not sure of the variety, that are taller than a person. I briefly contemplate whether or not other people will be annoyed by this in their not being able to casually “spy” on us.

There is also a scene where a very old lady (unknown and unfamiliar) with a seeming cheerful disposition is smoking a cigarette in the (fictional) empty lot east of our house. I notice another cigarette (long, but with no filter) in a shallow narrow ditch (running east and west) in the ground and actually smoke it (even though there is no act of lighting it other than with my in-dream thoughts though I am not lucid). Although I am not a smoker in real life and rarely smoke in my dreams, the usual occurs. Small pieces of tobacco annoyingly fill my mouth from the tip each time I inhale from it. At one point, I exhale, and an amount of smoke far more than would be possible flows from my mouth as I sit on the ground. The old lady seems to be looking for the rest of her cigarettes which she had apparently dropped but continues walking east. There is also at least one unknown older male (about forty) standing around at the time on the north side of the ditch. (There is a very subtle geometrical redundancy as dreams tend to have at times. The cigarette lying longways in the small ditch is similar to the elongated drill-bit-like cog fitting in the semi-circular recess of the clock’s door in the next scene.)

The scene with the clock is fairly long and complex. The only character other than my wife and children at this point is a black-haired young female “servant” (though implied to be divine or angelic, though without the typical mirror-like eyes in this case). She is the one that starts the idea of the work on the clock involving the refurbishing of three different gears. Other than that, the clock seems mostly hollow of working parts but is still implied to work well again when repaired. Her intent to “restore” me (via the clock) seems devotional and selfless (though my wife unknowingly triggered a Blue Pearl event - brighter than usual - when I was in a health-affirming state the other night, just with her mental state at the time from a different room - thus the girl may also represent a young version of my wife - also yet again supplying evidence that the Blue Pearl is related to either direct communication between real soul mates or an entity or mechanism that acts on their behalf).

Paying close attention, I note that one gear, a slightly elongated cog that almost reminds me of a piece of a drill bit, is quite small and goes into the top edge of the clock’s “door” into a long semi-circular recess closest to the hinged side, though still has something to do with the timing mechanism rather than just the door uniformity and latching. Another cog is fairly large, about one-sixth the size of the clock and goes in the lower left side of the back of the clock’s hollow area. It has the typical inward-pointing rounded triangular hollows of radial symmetry, I believe five of them (likely representing the five fingers). The last cog is about half the size of the previous and goes between the door and the rest of the clock somehow, near the center of the back of the clock’s face. Apparently this work is metaphorical of restoring a certain level of well-being, which did have an effect on my real body after waking in a positive sense.

This dream was partially a result of generic health-affirming work. Although it is possible to script, write, and incubate a dream exactly as wanted (at any level of in-dream awareness) in every detail with my own lifelong methods, I often use very general terms (such as “thank you for restoring me to maximum well-being” or “thank you for returning me to my healthiest state” and thousands of others) and no plot-based constructs in this case. It is also important to understand the continuity of these phrases (most people get them wrong or use incorrectly worded ones - as most commercial products have incorrect methods implemented which is something I have noted for nearly thirty years - though in some cases a placebo-based event may result with certain people). Supplements of the phrases here should be “thank you for my restoration to maximum well-being” and “thank you for my return to my healthiest state”. This is because other levels of consciousness process word forms in a different manner than the wakeful conscious mind, especially gerunds; for example, as mentioned in another entry, “healing” can have many meanings, including an “infinite now” of NOT ever healing (since ”-ing" implies ongoing and never actually completing).

The smoking scene in my dream is likely related to a product I was aware of years ago and often joked about. It was a cassette which I read about, supposedly designed to help people quit smoking. The approach used in affirmation was completely wrong and ludicrous. It was typical of invalid dream-work-based or self-hypnosis-based commercial products of the time where negative terms were used and the focus on what was NOT wanted was implemented (for example, saying “I will quit smoking” is pointless at several levels).

Method: Wake back to Bed (WBTB) after about 6 hours of sleep. I did my usual wake routine with journaling dreams, mantras (spoken and written), and dream incubation using pictures - 45 minutes. I decided to meditate using a mixture body energy work and tactile visualization to bring myself to a state where I was consciously awake and body asleep. For the energy work I started off by bouncing energy in my body from the top of my head to my toes, and then from the top of my head to my fingertips, in synch with my breathing. I could feel a tingly sensation as the energy moved back and forth through my body. Then I started to project the energy outside my body in a clockwise direction, bouncing off the walls and moving to the next hour position with each energy bounce. I was feeling and visualizing the room wherever the energy bounced, and I was slowly building a mental image of the room. After about 15 minutes of this, I started to visualize picking up coins and dropping them (tactile visualization), and I continued this until I had a good image of this happening, and then I started to visualize climbing up an endless ladder. At least one hour had passed by this point in time. The hypnagogic imagery began to take over with little or no influence from me.

My hands appeared as a transparent green color, but I could not feel them, and I was trying to pick up a glass of wine that was precariously balanced on a sand beach with waves washing over the base. I could clearly see the individual grains of sand washing around in the waves. A faint figure grabbed the glass of wine and took a drink, then he passed the glass to me, and I took a drink. I couldn’t feel the glass, or taste the wine. I placed the wine glass down in the sand, and the waves came and washed it away. Suddenly I was travelling through space! Stars were streaking past me in long lines (like Star Trek), and then I entered a dream in a perfectly lucid state.

There was a grain truck parked under two grain chutes. Grain was pouring into the truck, and dust was blowing everywhere. I turned and looked at the man beside me, and then I returned to the void, where I was once again consciously awake with my body asleep. Without any warning whatsoever, I was in another lucid dream sitting at a desk. This was more vivid and clear than waking life. There was a massive 50 inch monitor in front of my playing what looked like a home movie with no sound. The desk was in the middle of a large rectangular room, with no other furniture present. There were two large digital clocks mounted along the top edge of the monitor, one more on the left, and a forth one on the right. The digital clocks were moving fast forward in time, and some were moving in backwards in time. One hour would happen in 2 or 3 seconds. To the right was a large rack of electronic equipment, and on the left was a computer. My hands were perfectly formed (exactly my hands) and they were resting on a keyboard. I then remembered my mantra to meet with my daughter, so I decided to head off and find her.

I stood up and turned to the right, but I was feeling very weak, and I thought I was losing lucidity, so I focussed on my hands, but they were very clear and everything was vivid (I wasn’t losing lucidity), so I started to walk towards the door at the far end of the room, but I was quickly brought to an abrupt stop. Something was pulling on my head and left arm, so I turned around to see what it was. Totally to my surprise, my left arm had IV tubes coming out of it, and I was hooked up to a rectangular machine that was placed to the left of my chair! Wires were coming out of my head and they were also connected to the machine. I instantly felt faint and I fell to the floor, and the next thing I knew I was back in bed, consciously awake with my body asleep. I could hear electrostatic popping and fizzing noises and my body felt as if it was discharging energy.

While in the void, I decided to try ‘the barrel roll visualization’ to get back into a lucid dream (I had done this once before). This is very similar to being in a Gravitron G Force ride. First, I started off visualizing I was spinning in bed in a lengthwise axis. Then once it felt like it was happening, I gradually moved into a barrel roll, and finally I began increasing the diameter of the barrel until it was about 100 feet across. It appeared as though I was in a large checkered cylinder. The cylinder vanished and shot off towards a horizon line. As I approached the horizon line I realized it was actually a mountain range, and that I was flying over the ocean. I was coming in so fast that I didn’t have time to swerve upwards and miss the mountains, and I flew right into them! Very unexpectedly, I barely slowed down, but I was jolted in a downward angle into the earth. I could still see! Glowing red sparks and wispy, black, ash smoke was floating everywhere, and I wanted to get out of the ground, back up in the air, so I angled upwards. Shortly thereafter I was shot out of the ground, and I was flying over a small town.

There was a three storey tall, energy being lumbering down one of the streets, and he was taller than most of the buildings. Besides his enormous size, he was also glowing bright blue, and was semi-transparent. I didn’t like what I was seeing, so I flew away from him and I landed on a crowded street. I then began to call for my daughter to come and visit with me. Suddenly I began to lose lucidity, and all went black. I was lying in bed once again, in the void, consciously awake, with my body asleep. I tried to do ‘the barrel role visualization’ once again, but I fell asleep. This was a very cool lucid dream experience!

Had a lucid a couple of nights ago where I was walking with my gf at night. I was pretty aware of walking then sometime after that i ran into a good friend who passed a way and talked to him for a little while. I forget what we talked about but i remember asking him something like next time im lucid may we meet again or something and he said yea...

Went back to bed around noon today, felt very tired. I listed to a two hour binary beat track on you tube. This did not induce lucidity but it did give me a very vivid dream. I was sat in front of a big field where I had set up a tent and small fire (u sure why I was there I think there was some sort of cattle sale going on. In the next field there were many people setting up big round tables and chairs, tents and bar b question. I didn't know them. As I sat and looked down the farm lane, I saw a black shape "ambling" toward me. As it got closer I could see that it was a lack cat who had a big grey rat by it's side. I knew that they were friends. As they got nearer still I noticed that the black cats two front paws were tethered together by black cable ties, both ends were sticking out. The rat was helping the cat walk. I shouted to my daughter to go get a pair of scissor or something so I could free the cats legs. With the scissors now in hand I turned back to the cat, but the legs were no longer the there'd together, but the cable ties were still on each paw. I tried to cut through them and as I did, they opened up to reveal electrical wiring. At this point I wondered if I should cut them off.........unfortunately the home phone rang and woke me up. I wish I could have continued the dream I may have become lucid, who knows

This entry is going to differ a little from the usual simply because something fairly odd happened to me last night. I've never heard/read of it happening (though I am sure it is a regular occurrence) ,so I'm not certain as to what to call it. In any case, I'm going to describe what took place and maybe someone can shed some light on it

I am sitting down at a table, in a café. Looking around me, the colour of the walls strike me as lovely, being a warm and inviting orange. The establishment itself looks very comfortable, typical of the south of France or Spain. The tables were round and white, the floor was marble, with the counter facing the entrance. I was sitting away from it, a little removed from the customers. The happy chatter and laughter, the clatter of cutlery and general bustling of life which emanated from my surroundings just made the sunny afternoon feel even more like summer, and it lulled me gradually to sleep. I had been using the café as a place to study, seeing as it was also where I worked. Now far too tired to carry on, I fold my arms on the table and rest my head upon them. Feeling strangely comfortable, I fall asleep.

This is where it gets a bit weird.

Before me stands a woman, dressed as Katniss from the Hunger Games. I know it isn't her, but I don't know who she is either. She smiles and beckons to me, telling me to come towards her without actually saying a word. I begin to do so, but stop midway. She frowns as realisation dawns on me. This is a dream! Grinning I congratulate myself on finally becoming lucid. This new found lucidity leads me to thinking the following; This is a dream. Therefore, I know I can manipulate the environment! More determined than ever, I pull myself out of the fake Katniss dream and back into the café dream. I then proceed to pull the fake Katniss out with me, so that we both end up in the café. The issue here is that given the fact that I thought the fake Katniss dream was a dream, I reasoned that the café must be real. I essentially genuinely believed that I had managed to bring my dream character to life through lucidity. What is even weirder is the fact that I was completely unrestrained by any dream plot or narrative. I could do what I wanted. It was definitely a completely different atmosphere to my usual, non lucid dreams. Anyway, throughout the rest of the dream, we chat happily about various things, whilst drinking coffee. I realise that as soon as my attention wanes away from her, fake Katniss begins to disappear. For this reason, I feel compelled to remain with her until the dream ends.

Well, there you have it. I still don't fully understand what went on, but it was a lot of fun!

Sleep time: I've been having trouble sleeping lately. The last time I checked my phone before I eventually fell asleep, it was around midnight. I was woken up by someone else today at around 7:15 am.

I'm not sure if this was one consecutive dream, or several small dreams, because I remember bits and pieces that don't really relate to each other much.

I remember a person being given a baby on the sidewalk by someone walking by. Either that, or they found it in a puddle on the curb. I think I was the person's friend. We asked two people who passed by if there was a hospital nearby. They said there wasn't. My friend tried to wrap the baby in their coat. It was raining. It was evening, I think. Either that, or the rain made it darker than it was. I asked the people if they knew of someplace where we could at least find a bed for the baby to sleep in. They pointed and said the name of two streets I don't remember. I looked at my friend, but the friend looked like they knew the area, so I didn't say anything.

That was one part. The next part was me and a lot of other children. I was younger than I am now. We were put into groups of two by one person who seemed to be a teacher, and someone else who seemed to be the teacher's assistant. The children were supposed to talk about things, and then high-five when one of them talked about something they both wanted/agreed with. We were all sitting underneath a bridge, I just remembered. On the ground, facing each other and sitting with our legs crossed. The teacher and assistant were higher up on some grass, watching us.

The child I was with said something about being taken to a better place than this. I don't remember what they said exactly, but it sounded nice the way they said it, so I nervously gave them a high-five. I then started to get worried because I didn't actually know that much about it, and I had a feeling that saying I was all up for it would lead to something bad. I asked them if you could come back from that place if you didn't like it. I don't remember what they said back, but they high-fived me harder this time. I guess to make it look more confident to the teacher.

Then I was on a ship. I think this was part of that dream. I was going with them to this "better place." I was nervous though. I think me being nervous made the teacher afraid of one of us backing out. I remember that at some point, someone who had been with the teacher from the very beginning had passed away. I was talking with the teacher outside the ship, looking at the stars. The view was third-person this time, and it looked like I was playing a video game that involved making choices. The teacher asked me if they should give the deceased person a traditional burial (which was sending them into space, I believe). One of the options was something like "He's been with us for a long time, don't you owe this to him?" I guess it was a big deal to be properly buried, at least with this group of people, especially since the person had been so loyal.

I don't remember much of the rest, but I think I got too nervous about saying the wrong thing. My time to make choices ran out and I ended up picking whatever. I was then on the ship again. I think the teacher was upset, or they had an ulterior motive the whole time, or the "better place" actually wasn't real or that good of a place. I think the teacher had a feeling that I knew this, and that I was scared. They told me to go to the back of the ship, I believe. To get supplies, or something. I went, and the ship turned upside-down. The hallways were now tubes, and I had to crawl/slide through them. I found the person who we thought had passed away. They told me that they were going to go to the control room, because something bad was going to happen. I don't remember if they said this, but that was the feeling I got.

They told me to go find everyone and get them into the safe room, which looked like a large closet. They ran down the hall to the control room, which was near the back of the ship. I just remembered, I was wearing a hooded robe. It was purple. When I went to get the supplies, my robe started changing to different patterns, or to pajamas. The view was third-person then, but quickly went back to first-person as I tried to go through the tubes. I couldn't go to most places on the ship, because there was nothing to grab onto, so it was hard to go through the tubes that were slanted upwards.

That's all I remember, I think.

Morning of March 24, 2015. Tuesday.



As I have mentioned in the past, I do not always include the details of how the majority of my dreams since earliest childhood have (sometimes impersonal or trivial) visually precognitive layers that are too precise to be by chance. This time though, I am including the relevant notes, because even I thought that it would be ridiculous that a “miniature apartment building” (of the same size orientation as my dream) would be erected near our home - in reality, after a huge amount of digging right near the outer wall of our home ensued. In fact, there was no clue that this would be happening; no letters, visits, or calls; no warnings about this project whatsoever - and is now considered by us as the most thoughtless act we have ever endured from people, though at least we did not have to leave our home from old asbestos being broken up in our own yard with no warning (with the associated health risk) as with certain other families.

This dream has a very similar fictional setup and focus as other recent dreams though this one is proven to be related to overlooking an actual miniature city (or model) - unlike my other dreams where it seemed a “real” city was oddly or partially rendered in-dream (so as to only appear somewhat model-like from the extremely high building I was in). However, the overall feeling of being very high in Earth’s atmosphere is very vivid and seemingly real at first. Eventually, though, again, it turns out that I am in a high building but the cityscape below is some sort of expansive model as far as I can see in two directions from my (fictional) corner apartment. I become aware of this because I see several boys running around some time after looking at the view and thus it is proven to be a model. It seems to be fairly late at night.

The boys do not seem mischievous. I note with interest that the buildings and streets are very realistic for a model in some ways (primarily the layout and overall design) though they lack more intricate detail and color variations. One boy is about the same height as a model four-storey apartment building. Most of the model’s layout includes parking lots and smaller industrial buildings. I am still in the highest building in the region, it seems, though possibly only on the third floor at this later point. I do not question why a model city would encompass so much of an otherwise normal neighborhood or at least the one normal building I am living in. I am aware that other people live here as well. (Of course this “miniature city” correctly foreshadowed the NBN network. Small craters also appeared everywhere in the neigborhood which had to be filled later on and NBN workers shouted near our house for weeks, as early as five in the morning. People could not communicate by telephone for over a day.)

Later on, it seems to be during the day. There are two bright points of light in the sky, one nearly directly above the other but by a fair distance (around forty-five degrees and seventy degrees inclination). Assuming the directional orientation is the same as our present real house on the corner, the lights are in the northwest area of the sky. One is seemingly a planet (Mars or Venus assumed) but the other (the higher one) is some sort of meteor. Even though it is a meteor, it is understood to be a regularly occurring event similar to the appearance of a comet. For quite some time, I think about its potential of approaching and hitting Earth. I even hear a boy ask his mother, “Will the meteor hurt the earth’s body?” At one point, I have a disconcerting idea that the meteor will eventually hit my building, even my apartment, though this is based on the ridiculous (though seemingly clear) in-dream assumption that I can tell what direction it is moving even though it is still only a small point of light in the sky. (Of course, in reality, meteors do not remain in one part of the sky as such as in my dream.)

Eventually, the meteor does hit, though it is in the distance, directly north. There is a huge explosive impact; soil and debris being cast out in a wide arc. I hear a rumbling and an extraordinarily loud whistling wind (of a lower pitch), the nature of the impact (including the sounds) seeming quite vivid and realistic at this point. I am aware that this will eliminate all life on Earth though I do not feel that fearful for some reason. However, at this point, my dream quickly grows duller in awareness. For some reason my “last act” is to say goodbye to my wife’s younger half-sister in a sarcastic manner (with a slight awareness that her mother is there as well). At this point, the rendering is crude and highly distorted and ambiguous. Somehow she lives in the room in my sister’s house (on the first floor) that I used to reside in before coming to Australia over twenty years ago (she has never been to America). At the same time, I am still inside the fictional tall apartment building I had been in at the beginning of my dream (and on the third floor), but yet with an implication that I am also outside at ground level at the same time - a distorted trilocation event (which is not all that uncommon in my dreams).

First night I dreamed I was at some kind of Mardi Gras event. All around me were people in fantastic costumes. And dancing. I was somehow in charge of the wardrobe section and there were people queuing for outfits. I was rifling through the racks and pulled out an exquisite velvet green dress with black piping. Some girl asked if she could wear it, I said no you can't becuase Shirley Bassey always wears this when she performs and she might turn up.

Second night I dreamed I was was taking my son and his friends to a running competition. I was in some kind of low level electric bike. Miraculously we all seemed to fit on this thing and I was going up hill to the venue. On arrival at the venue my son and his friends disappeared to prepare for their race, I looked around and again there were lots of people in fantastic costumes, including my mother in law and sister in law. It was then that I thought "oh hang on, didn't I dream this sort of thing last night??
So I knew it was a dream, in my dream, but somehow I was distracted by a pregnant lady who was half dressed on the steps and then I was helping another lady cover the lower half of her body with a sheet to preserve her modesty ( turns out my good friend gave birth during the night?) that's when the dream ended but I was excited next day as i realised that I had for the first time recognised it was a dream

I was in home. The whole place was changed, and created convulted maze of labyrinthine corridors and rooms. I was training with classmates, running up and down the stairs to attic. The attic itself was changing, from old and abandoned, to a part of palace.

I ran down, and entered a nearby room. There was an old man sitting on a chair. He was reading newspaper, but was interrupted by classmates. They have thrown one of them on the man. He was spinning and floating slowly towards the man. I ran upstairs to the attic-palace.

Red colour dominated in the room. It had antique wooden furniture ornamented with silver. I heard someone screaming something about bogeyman in that room. I don't wanted to go away, and I had a weird idea. I licked the air, and felt strong, sweet taste. After a while I realised that I licked the bogeyman in the face. I felt a bite on my left arm, and woke up.

3.23.15

Nap from 3 to 6:30

Tons of dreams, feels like dreaming the whole time.

1.
I was pullng scabs or whatever from skin without looking, when I pull something and it's like 3 inches long. I see a bloody root of a plant in my hand. I look at the other end and it's like a clover leaf. I find moss and other plants on my body. (from Bridge to Terabithia I watched the other day, where the dog ripped a chunk of moss from the troll's body).

2.
I'm in a one story hotel room that sits 5 feet from the take-off runway. I watch all kinds of diff planes take off from left to right and I'm telling someone what a cool hotel. It's winter, I walk outside and watch from there. Some kid starts to play on the runway and I tell him he better not, coz you know, the airplanes.

3.
There is a train going by the airfield and one wagon has opened side and bunch of kids are sitting there like on a disney ride "soaring over california". Someone shots a sotgun into them and one kid slides out all like wtf?

4.
Coworker A. is banging on some door handle to make it work. It's pretty consistent with his regular behaviour.

5.
I'm at work which is a swimming pool, and I'm cutting some beef to cook it up, coz hungry.

6.
I'm telling someone about my post I made today "sensations in head on verge of a WILD". And I demonstate my sensations by rolling on the bed and making sound effects.

I met with my friend in multiple dreams. [B]However when those dreams happened, I didn't even know him.
What's even weirder than that is that he had these dreams from his own perspective around one year ago.
I experienced these dreams 3 years ago.[/B]
Before the super market . [B]Again[/B]
Now it was daylight , the place was swarming with terrorists\guerillas
So I was like "lets screw somebody up"
I zoomed to the far away buildings' there was somebody walking
I stretched my hands and started to shoot big fireballs
Meanwhile : my friend just walks on the street around that particular building, when suddenly a fireball almost toasts off his head and was like "WTF are you doing?!?! stop! its me!"
Ofc I didn't know who it is , doesnt even heard his sound. I far firing, people were shooting like mad,
rpg etc flew. He jumps up after one of the buildings collapse and he still dont know what hit him.
Then he starts to jump towards me ,actually he jumps very big and flies towards me , I don't care ,I just sending those majestic flames into his direction , I feel awesome, yeah.

Then He arrives, He's just about to stop me , but he's woke up in that moment.
I've seen something nearing me , and before I've seen it , he dissappeared. Nevermind.

side note:Seriously most of these dreams were always before the supermarket or in it . damn.

In the next dream I meet him
I feel very easy and I say
-"Whassup bitch. I started to think you won't be here, here , let me show you those cubes"
Then I take out those cubes from a pack
-"These called "lymnitrix" , these are training program , you get in , and get out. Touch it.
He does so
and now he's in a training level, there is floating plates he needs to jump through to the end point, while he does this he needs to fight with a swarm of giant insects.
And so he does, he uses lightning , sword combat ,combines the two. He wokes up
Meanwhile I jump into another program. Now I'm on top of a large building in my city . There's another one.
And then theres those floating stones , Giant bees are coming so I get ready.
I use fire , lightning, I kill many of em' , I throw my sword into one of em, then I tame a bee and continue fighting like that. at a point , the dream ends.


In Another dream, I follow somebody, now , its the right side of the supermarket, I walk around.
Its winter , everthing is in snow. I wanted to spy somebody , so I think about a plan.
Then I got it .
I hide on to the roof and watch from above if anyone comes, but must be at alert , so nobody sees me.
A guy comes, a guard. I hide, and I watch , but I watched too long. I feel that he seen me.
I fall back and after a moment, a big lightning bolt comes through , severing the wall and the roof, it got my head almost .
I stand up , run out and warp down the ground. I shoot a lightning bolt , he shoots , Blocked it .
after a moment I shoot quickly again , I killed the guard. He dissappears.
"- What the hell was that, I supposed to spy somebody else, not this guy. Now I kicked him out of dream?
what can I do now? " I thinked
and stood here , confused till the dream collapsed.

I'm not sure of when this dream happened but I'll leave this here.

Another dream
Me and my present friends were grouping at a house. we were sitting around a wooden table .
Then I took a knife and stab the table , I had a glasses and I was in my rambo mood.
-"Guys, we got to do ... something big."
-"What do you mean?"
"-Something big ..explosions , robbing ,beating ,anything..."
At this point my memory is foggy, in the end we agree of doing something
there is my drunkard friend to , he justs sits and do nothing more than drinking
-"Give me that fucking wine , you drunken bastard"
I take the wine , drink some.
As we leave the friends mother throw a bottle which almost catches his head .
Dream ends.

Next will be the final chapter of "The Other Side" the dream where I had my final fight with a powerfull dc, probably another dreamer, but who knows....

1. This dream played out like a movie, except instead of watching from the outside, I was a presence inside the girl’s head and I knew more about what was going on than her.

The girl is standing with a man. He asks her if she needs something to read, and when she says yes, asks which kinds of books she had. She answers, ‘nature and werewolves’. Apparently something had happened to her copies. I was waiting for him to react to the latter term because I ‘knew’ he was one.

He leaves, and she’s holding some kind of tablet of his. I think to snoop around in it but dismiss it. She puts it on the round table nearby.

Gap.

She’s in a room. It’s really blurry here, but she gets really sick and pukes. She tries to reassure the man that it must be because she only ate twice that day. But I wonder if the man will suspect that it’s because she’s turning into a vampire herself and can’t process food normally anymore.

Meanwhile, I suddenly have this knowledge that the man is a vampire, and is looking for this sort of leader of the vampires, or at least his group, named Karen, and the girl could be her.

I remember that the girl had dark, longer hair with some kind of braided hairstyle. She was around 17-20 in age.

Inspiration: I’m wondering if the vampire thing naturally led to the girl being Elena from Vampire Diaries. IDK why I’m having so many werewolf dreams, they don’t even turn –into- werewolves in them!

2. Blurry fragment. I’m at this machine sitting on a counter looking at the option for these black plastic cups. You could get a smaller sized amount or 14. We needed 15 but I have no choice but to get the 14. Something about food. Gap. Mom is there and says something about being thankful for an extra cup being left there by someone. She pressed a button and a bucket thing with the cups in it starts descending down into the counter.

Inspiration: We have these sturdy plastic cups but there aren’t many left, and mom used some of them for something a couple of days ago and I was worried she was just going to throw them away after.

3. I was looking at some website that made me nostalgic. A lot of people made pages dedicated to certain things like a series or character, and they’d post a bunch of stuff on them like fanart and they were really popular, but they started getting deleted (maybe even by the people themselves) and then it sort of fell into disuse.

Inspiration: Gave me strong déjà vu, but I don’t recall a site like that. Maybe inspired by Tumblr+LJ, because I was thinking about it earlier.

4. Something about mom telling me Jack was working.

5. Grandma asks me about this cereal we have IWL, I answer back and she says that it’s going stale.

Inspiration: Me wondering if people would finish the cereal in time.

3.23.15

Last night fel asleep on sofa at 8:30, moved to bed. WBTB 6:05-6:35. Woke up from lucids at 8:38

I was very excited for april ToTMs. Tasks have not been voted on yet, but I picked some from the suggestions as my lucid goals. I really want to:

- take a shower - I practiced this while falling asleep, telling myself I have only one t-shirt on and shorts, no underwear, because too many layers trip me up.

- get blown away by wind - also practiced as I'm blown up to the orbit, maybe to ISS

- make it rain inside of a room

So as I'm WILDing, my cats leave me alone for at least 20 min. Then they start walking on me and sleeping, one by one. I sigh a sigh of relief, since I'm so used to WILDing with them, it's like a good luck charm.

So when my boy seddles in and falls asleep on me, I keep listening to him purr, while I'm getting more and more relaxed. I kinds wish though he fell asleep already, stopped fidgeting and purring so loud, haha.

*
I see myself in a bed in a dormitory style large room. I think there is more beds, but I'm alone, except one other person I'm talking to. It maybe my cat or my mind, because my thoghts from falling asleep continue here.

I can't wait to be lucid. I finally think I am and I stand up and walk away. I see my cat moved and I feel my "real" muscles moved, so I know I'm not asleep yet and return to bed to do it again. LOL. Only I was asleep and my dream body walked away and I got tricked that it was the physical one. : D

So I'm 'trying to get relaxed again" haha, I notice my left leg is bent and I know I should make it straigt. This is all already in a dream, only I'm thinking it's not. I try to "levitate" and "up", and make my dream left arm move up to confirm that I'm asleep, but nothing happens. Danged, this is first time it happened.

Ok, so I know a sure way to a lucid, haha. I push my head backwards and I feel like I'm pushing too hard (only I'm not, coz already asleep, hahaah). But I do transition finally and realize I'm dreaming.

I feel like I did bunch of stuff, like 1-2 TOTMs by the time I end up in my mom's hallway and I remember what to do next. I want to make it rain inside. So I look up and...

Oh yeah, this is what I did before: I flew up to the lamp in mom's hallway and wrote GAB in the dust on the lamp. I wanted to check in the morning. Too bad I live thousands of miles from my mom's place.

Make it rain in the room. Ok, so I look up and say "rain". I start hearing some sounds from the outside. The hallway has no windows to the outside, because is surrounded by other rooms. So I listen and it sounds like raindrops are starting to fall on windows and the roof. I imagine a window and rain flowing down on it, just like I saw in the movie "castaway" last night (when at the end they were both sitting in a car outside of her house). Rain hitting the roof is now loud. I'm thinking it's not gonna rain inside, when I feel a wet drop on my right hand. I look at it and I'm thinking maybe I just spit on it as I was talking. But there is another one, and another one. It start to really pour now, it's raining cats and dogs, haha. There are some opening higher on the wall, and suddenly water comes gushing from there. I'm up to my ankles now. I'm thinking I better get out before the whole room gets filled.

I tried to get myself blown by the wind, but I didn't work, and I didn't stay to try longer.
I think I totally forgot about the shower TOTM, unless that happened in the first part which I don't remember at all.

Dreaming ended by me getting into some underground rooms that belonged to some resistance. I was the leader ofc. I tried to get out of there. Opened a door but it was a closet, tried again, and same closet.

Somehow I got out and I'm on the street, trying to put some paper or plastic sheets on my feet as I didn't have any shoes. I see a police car (asian police car, white with blue and red stripe, from the movie Bourne legacy I watched that day). And I'm like hell, now they got me. But they were there for something else. But now I'm sure they noticed me and they are coming to me next.

First dream fragment

I was playing Blood. I was standing on the shore, and I was holding sawed-off shotgun. It was raining.

Second dream fragment

I was in the school, in a classroom. It was really warm and sunny afternoon. Sunshine was giving everything strong glow. I looked back, and saw one of the classmates. He had dark hair, brown eyes and was wearing casual clothes. A white t-shirt with grey stripes. He put his hand into a pocket, and took an SD card out. He said:

- I have an SD card!