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Night of May 3, 2015. Sunday.



I move directly into a very vivid lucid dream while still half-awake as I often do after watching or mentally exploring the hypnagogic visionary realms - and eventually am within my dream body with little effort. The first thing I focus on (for a longer period of time) is the silhouette of an old wagon wheel (probably stuck only about one-third or less into the ground), which had been near the “portal” as some sort of “signpost” of sorts (probably a good lucid dream trigger depending on where you live). Other than that, there is mostly only rain visible. I do eventually see human forms (mostly female, some carrying parcels) moving about now and then, but they are not running or ducking from the rain, yet which is so heavy, it is hard to make out any significant details. I feel very good and very peaceful and relaxed even as I contemplate finding my beautiful wife’s feminine form to indulge in sensuality and love-making with in the middle of the “street”, which is actually much like the main set of “Gunsmoke” (the old long-running television series) from what I can tell. Because my physical form is somewhat ambiguous, I can move in different ways from place to place, sometimes in-body, sometimes disembodied (with far more control than I used to have). The imagery seems to go from grayish to subtle lines of gold at times.

There is eventually what I first very briefly perceive as a very light hypnic jerk in my left leg (though it is more like a wave of extreme pleasure evenly moving through it), that takes me out of my dream body (though the imagery is still there as I am conscious again). This feeling is so ecstatic that I actually sigh “wow” fairly loudly and my wife (in real life) asks me what happened. From there, I mostly fall back into wandering the “Gunsmoke” set in very dense rain, which becomes more and more of a darker yet golden infusion.

I stood on the balcony and looked out at the yard seperating the apartment buildings. Large masses of fireflies flickered and shined bright in the four corners of it, looking like bundles of stars had been taken from the sky and placed here. Even when the street lamps turned on the fireflies' lights shown brighter and could easily be told apart from the lamp light. I dashed to the other side of the balcony to get a closer look at the right side of the yard at the firefly bundles there. I was in total awe at them, I just couldn't take my eyes off them, they were so pretty.

Alas though, soon I went inside but when I got there I noticed two fireflies had landed on my black t-shirt and clung to me as I walked. I smiled thinking it was the cutest thing ever, so I grabbed a small spray bottle that said it was good for fireflies and aimed to spray near them but it sprayed on them. Instantly they scrunched up and were still, their lights no longer shining. My reaction was horror. I killed two fireflies! Oh no! My second was worry, I wanted to return outside to watch the rest but I was worried, so I went to my mom. I asked her if fireflies became an angry swarm like wasp or bees did when you killed one of them. For the first dozen times she wouldn't pay attention, so I followed her around as she worked.

I returned to my room after a while and saw a huge beetle on my bed! It was black and huge, it had long black legs and a mouth in the shape of a crab claw. Somehow it's sleek black body turned gray and when my mom came in I asked her to get it off my bed, she agreed and walked over to it with a peice of paper. The beetle was now white. What was it shedded skin? My mom reached over to brush the unmoving insect onto the paper but it's head and mouth fell off and those seperated from each other as well. Seeing nothing wrong, she brushed the broken bug onto the paper and turned to throw it away. I asked her if fireflies became angry swarms like wasp and bees if you killed one of them, as she threw it away. She chuckled lightly and said no. Releived I threw the dead fireflies away with the beetle and continued enjoying the other fireflies' presence.

Notes Dream

Non-Lucid. I was watching someone play "Mortal Kombat 10" which I purchased 3 days ago, but it seemed more like a Soul Calibur game with characters from the Mortal Kombat series. Each character had 2 or more "icons" to represent them, and I remember that Sonya Blade had a green star and a gray skull to represent her.

#434 - DILD - 6:24AM



I open a package from the mail and find this beautiful .357 magnum with a case of shells. I awkwardly load a few directly into the back of the gun and realize one shell is actually a large nail. I throw it away and discover it has a magazine clip. I ponder the possibility of actually getting a super awesome pistol in the mail. I'm amusing it's a birthday present, but who from? Maybe, it was sent to the wrong address. I check the package and it has my name and address correctly printed. Do they even send guns in the mail? Oh well, I'm just glad I got it. Hmmm. Things like this never happen. I should nose plug out of good practice. I blow through and don't want to believe. I do it several more times and become really disappointed that I don't get the gun after all, but decide to go ahead and enjoy both lucidity and my handgun.

I look around and it seems to be some sort of apartment merged with past houses I've lived in. I don't thing about this too much as I point my gun looking for something to shoot. I see A from work and tell her to "Freeze". I pull the trigger, but only get a *click*. Damn, it's not working. Ok maybe I really don't want to shoot a co-worker DC. I point the gun around the apartment trying to shoot but only getting dry clicks.

Sadly, the dream starts to darken, and I have to recreate a scenario. Shooting zombies is probably ideal. With that thought, a couple lurch at me out of the void. The sound of the gun fire is disappointing, but I blast an unrealistically large hole the size of a frying pan clean through each torso. I, and both zombies, pause to stare at the damage with mild surprise.

There was a beautiful park. Picnic tables were on the ground but also floating in the sky at tree top level. I could float up and down. I saw text on some playground equipment and tried to read it. When I saw the mangles text, I became a little bit lucid. The last "word" was Ta. I was waiting for Adrian and I was excited to show him this place. I was also afraid that I'd float too high and I recalled floating all the way up and through space in the past. As I recalled the space flight adventures, the lucidity which was so low anyway, faded as I transitioned into a new dream

I recall only brief moments of a campfire.

Morning of May 3, 2015. Sunday.



I had gone to a website in real life (one I use on a day to day basis in K12 education but associated mainly with Australian curricula) to get the template (a “gladiator helmet”) of a craft I had planned for my youngest son. When the page loaded however, it was solely a hacking message supposedly by a religious fundamentalist group who had “replaced” the entire website, talking about Jihad. Obviously, I quickly decided that this “hacked page” was actually not done by a religious group at all (or even adults), but very likely immature ten to twelve-year-olds with no actual religious goal - just an attempt to pointlessly annoy people. (After all, what sort of adult would brag about hijacking a commercial website for children’s educational resources including Kindergarten crafts - pathetic.) Only a few hours later, the entire real website (and all of its thousands of pages) was back up with no indication of the so-called prior hack. No publicity resulted at all to my knowledge, though I did not bother to research the event.

At any rate, in my dream, instead of the fake “Jihad group”, it was gladiators that took over the website. In the lower left-hand corner I see a photograph of a supposed gladiator looking menacingly out at the viewer. I reason that the gladiator helmet template is probably still available as such in this case, and in fact, it is the primary link on the top of the page. I wake up with a sort of feel-good subtle sensation of having laughed for a long time.

3rd of May 2015
I found myself at a indoor trance party, where a brown bag was missing. The decor that was inside the bag was present, although the actual bag seemed to be gone. As the set crew looked a intoxicated friend and I danced like hooligans oblivious and fooled around, throwing coins at the crowed that sat at the back of the dancefloor.
I drank a Maca smoothie and offered some to a airy fairy chatty Sherri while Ryno watched and turned down the offer for the same.

Eventually I looked in my bag and found the brown bag which everyone was looking for. Many where angry at me,a few appeared to be teachers, but it seemed i didn't give a fuck.

3rd May 2015
My girlfriend and I sat in a corner booth of a restaurant about to order a meal.The lighting was dim and sepia like, slightly romantic. Two guys,one being a Indian comedian, approached us and sat down. He then gave my girlfriend a flower and a pink box of dark chocolate with her name on it. I laughed inside thinking that he was about to get blown of while his white cronie stood and watched.To my surprise my girlfriend giggled and began to entertain his antics.
The green eyed monster,jealousy, immediately took hold but I somehow managed to control myself and walk away. Looking back at them made me nauseous, with him and here chatting and flirting.

I was working in the shop packing the shelves when an old man walked in and I realised that the float wasn't in the till.

I ran upstairs to get it and went back down and put it in the till. There was some long unnecessary procedure, but I went through the motions. Everything was really old - the filing cabinets in particular. They were those really old steel ones and where almost impossible to open they were so heavy.
Then I went back to repacking the ill packed shelves which had turned into story high shelves now. I had to climb high up to get to the top shelves which were the ones I wanted to get my hands on.
The top shelves on both sides were packed with duvets one on top of another in a step fashion, so the items towered out over the pathway below (and psychedelic pieces of cloth and decor).
I was talking to Lindsay as I was swinging and jumping across bars and shelves to get to the top.
Then there was a guy on the opposite side of the shelves on a massive round red beanbag (I think it was Matt from the free talks). We were now at a trance party and I was still talking to both of them while getting some order with the duvets so everything + the shelves didn't come falling down.
I offered matt the psychedelic decor because he said he didn't have a tent.



I was walking down a street with a pricing gun, pricing people for fun and laughing with everyone I priced. Everyone in the street was a friend even though I hadn't met them before.

I was in a house. Not sure whose. There were a lot of people. There were also a lot of food. I think I cooked some of the food. There was pancake with eggs on top packed inside a wrap. A woman showed it to me, while the other one beside her was eating. I think they were asking for more of the food.

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Notes:

- 1:00 a.m. - 7 a.m., alarm
- Slept listening to Sam Harris' 26-minute meditation audio

Bed @ 10pm. WBTB @ 3am.

I realize I'm dreaming as soon as it starts. I'm face to face with an older, overweight woman with short black hair. I am excited I'm lucid but then I hear my phone ring. It's the ringtone of my work. Since I'm on call IRL I can't tell if it's my real phone ringing or if it's part of the dream. It reminds me of the hypnagogic noises I hear while having an OBE. The mental connection to my waking life wakes me up. I have strong vibrations.

At a dinner party A.F. is making balls out of mashed potatoes and serving them with gravy. "This will take patience. I like that." She says. She doesn't really like them and says they need something else. D says he knows just the thing. He adds lemon juice to the mix. I think she's pretending to not like them in order to stick with her diet easier. I have to drive out but can't really leave the area because there are puddles everywhere and really steep pitches of sand. I am worried I will get stuck in the puddles or tip over on the steep sand. Some vague things happen I can't really recall. I sense a mexican lady, shopping bags, and a bathroom. Back at the party the teen moms from the show are there. There's also a hot but immature UFC fighter staring at me. I'm in my hipster crop top and jeans, lying on my side and I want to impress him. Also most of my coworkers are there.

Spoiler for sexual content:

They showed me a video of them in the forest pretending to have an orgy, they were all naked and the men were erect. I thought, "that must have been really awkward to film...or they actually did have an orgy." My cousin B and her husband are there, except they're Heidi and Spencer from MTV. She complains she hasn't climaxed and asks if she can try. "Sure. I don't care." I respond. They go into a tent on a lawn right next to our table. I see her step out with a brown rubber glove on her hand, lubricating her fingers. I think, "maybe he's into that." Then an S+M coach emerges. B texts me and asks if these things are necessary for climax. I text her back that I've never needed those things, but some people like it.

As we leave the party we pass a wall with pictures of the party attendees organized by age. There's a picture of a man tinted in Gold. B.F. keeps talking about "Tom" who's 39 years old and a fantastic fighter who recently started fighting again. We drive out in Q's suburban. There's old, stale popcorn in the backseat. D and q try to clean it out. @ FF's A.F walks around in belly shirt and brags about her fitness level. She does look slightly slimmer than usual. She's getting rid of food scraps. I tell her to give it to the dog and she does.

I was responding to a DV post by my new dream partner. She tells me she will be a little slow with responses because she has so many obligations, like weekly workout classes. Her pic changed to a mirror selfie with a white shirt on, standing behind a little brother. I told her I have a lot of obligations too, like finishing up the school semester and workout classes. Then I remember I'm almost done with school and that I'm only going to one workout class one time, so I'm not really that busy.

A lady talks about how she brings her small, long haired, black/white dog with her to truck stops at night to murder people. I saw her murder a woman eating a sandwich outside of the truck stop. Then she gave her dog a bath and feeds it. Then I see a PSA where a young man at a party headlocks a young girl and shoots her in the head twice.