I was at school about an hour before I had to write a test. I decided to go to a friends house while I waited for the test to start. I knew that I probably shouldn't have gone there since I needed to study a lot before the test. When I got to his house my PC was there and a few other people were also there. We played some pc games for a while until we went off to eat lunch. I remember staying at the house for a long time worrying about my test. Eventually I looked at my watch and it was 9:31. My test was supposed to start at 930. I packed up really fast and ran along this huge pathway by a hill to get to the test venue. When I was at the test venue the papers were being handed out and I apologized for being late. The instructors found it funny that I was late and said that I had to complete some sort of challenge to write the test. One instructor went to the desk in the front and picked up a plastic bag with a R100 note and a R5 coin. He took the R100 and crossed it off the inventory list. I looked at my watch and saw the time was 9:30 so I wasn't actually late. Other people were also coming in at that time. The instructors decided to punish us for coming in late. They released a ghost that was from each house in my old school. We had to run away from the ghost and not let them touch us otherwise we lost. I ran away towards a pool and saw the ghost of a pretty brunette following me. I dodged around and tried to go near other people so she would lose interest in me. She followed me and eventually caught up since she was a lot faster. Eventually she touched me and I was out of the trial. I walked over to some other people who were acting strangely around the ghost there. I can't remember the rest of the dream but I think I eventually wrote the test and it went badly.
FA - Funeral Wreath of Quicker and Merciful Death I woke up in my bed. It was dark everywhere. I decided to go to the toilet. When I wanted to turn the lights in the toilet on, I saw that there are some new switches and a plaque saying that it was made by European Union. I look at the first switches note, and it said "For Poles in European Union". I used the switch, but it haven't done anything. I looked at a note for the second switch - "For smoking Poles". I used it and the effect was the same. The third switch was "For Poles that want to use toilet". I used the switch, and it haven't done anything too. I concluded that the energy is out, and decied to go to the kitchen instead. When I reached the room I saw my pal sitting on a coach and my mother taking something out of a box. The room was faintly lit by a candle. From the couch I could see a mirror in the corridor next to kitchen. The conversation started: Me: What are you doing? Mother: A Funeral Wreath of Quicker and Merciful Death. Me: Who would want something like that? Pal: Right. Who want's it? Mother: I'm afraid that no one would like to see it, even if it helps some suffering people. Then the mirror in the corridor caught my attention. I looked at it, and suddenly felt a cold chill going down my spine.
night of 5/7/15 #1 There is an arsonist who has been burning buildings and homes down in my area. I am working with a DC to identify him/her. We go to our "dream lab" to work on the problem. The lab is accessed by falling asleep and then in the dream going to our lab? While in the lab at work a man appears to us and asks if we know where a certain person is at. We tell the stranger the location of the person he is looking for and he promptly disappears. After he leaves we realize that he must be the arsonist as there is no other way that he could know about our lab and how to get there. We also realize we know where he will strike next as we just provided him with the information. We leave the lab and instantly appear outside of a house. It is nighttime. I call up to an open window and my nephew appears. The arsonist has not yet struck and I feel relief. #2 I am in my living room, it is dark, the only light is ambient light coming from the streetlights outside. I instantly realize that I am dreaming. I say "I am dreaming, I am going to walk over to the door and go outside." I find it very difficult to move, as if I am in water or surrounded by gel or something. I struggle against this for a few seconds and the dream starts to fade. I wake up and mentally review the dream. As I fall back asleep I catch some beautiful psychedelic HI. #3 I am being carried to a beach on the back of a co-worker. We pass an old blue car. My oldest friend is seated in the driver's seat. I call out to him and he gets out of the car and joins us in our walk to the beach. Next we are outside of a blue wooden building. We all have large, strangely designed shotguns with rotating magazines? My friend says "watch this" and shoots an electrical wire protruding from the building. It emits some sparks and leaves a hole. I turn to my right and see a kite tethered to the beach, blowing in the wind. A large eagle swoops down and becomes entangled in the kite string. It falls to the ground, wrapped tightly in the string. I immediately feel that I must help the large bird. I walk over and pick it up, cradling it in my arms. I walk down to the beach, looking clearly into the birds eyes. I dip it in the ocean, baptism style to clean it off. I exit the water and my friend cuts the string that has been binding the bird.
Morning of May 8, 2015. Friday. My dream’s setting, which is meant to represent our home, is rendered with quite a bit of detail, though it does not seem that familiar (even in comparison to various past false renderings of our home as dreams typically do). There is concern about some sort of cable box for television (and possibly with computer connections as well) that is illogically hanging near the window at a slight angle, a bit more than halfway up the wall, in what seems to be the living room. Over time, I put my hand on it and clearly feel intense heat. I can even vividly feel the heat on the palm of my hand from about a foot away. This becomes a concern of course, as it may eventually cause a fire. A small fire soon starts near the box, but we put it out right away with a spray bottle (probably filled with water). Time passes, the television remains on, and I eventually see reddish orange flashes outside the windows though it is not that late and I think the sun is still out. I go outside and see that the entire front of the house is on fire, but in several different smaller sections near the roof, each area on fire being just above each window, of which there are at least five areas. I get the garden hose and manage to put them all out, but I also note numerous small clean splinters of wood falling to the ground, which I even remark upon in my dream, though this oddly does not seem that problematic, especially as they are so small, almost like the house is “shedding” slightly curved toothpicks. I realize that the house we live in (in-dream) is not suitable to have cable television - since we seem to be able to have the television on only for a few minutes before the box overheats enough to cause a fire. Strange dream “logic”.
Morning of May 8, 2015. Friday. This dream is a very good example of how even the best, most focused scripting can go awry once entering a dream state (though it depends on the form of meditation, “automatic” affirmation acceptance, and concurrent imagery). Although over the years, I have often noticed more and more “automatic” personal control over many dreams (even non-lucid ones) and the growing knowledge (with increasing levels of precision) of how my mind and attitude creates dreams, there is often another facet of my real-time (present) experience that becomes triggered somehow, though which is still solely of my waking character. In this case, it was probably being annoyed in real life by thoughtless impositions on our family by NBN workers. Aligning the transitions between different levels of consciousness to more fluidly move through them (from the onset of fully conscious hypnagogia I have had since early childhood) while remaining my true self is not that difficult at times (even at some levels of otherwise disruptive environmental noise), but the most curious thing still is how memory completely fails on such a grand scale even after only a few seconds in some cases. Sleep paralysis is still usually a very pleasant experience (unlike what I have read from other sources) and is automatically triggered by exertion or so-called overexercise, and oddly, overexercise, even at my present age, brings feelings of being healthier and more relaxed even if I had earlier felt ill. In my dream, I am walking in an unknown area, which seems like some sort of composite between a part of this town (in the commercial district), the south side of La Crosse, and where I went to school in Florida. I am walking down the street, seemingly with the intent to study a large notebook I am carrying (probably a type of dream journal) while relaxing in a nearby park. I seem to be walking on Bourbong Street on the left side, heading east, growing closer to the edge of the urban area. As I walk, I notice a young Asian male on my left, who is seated on the sidewalk and leaning against the outer wall (near a corner) of a business building, fairly close to an intersection. He seems quite happy. On his right is an unknown female (though her appearance is not that clear). I soon find myself in a park that reminds me of the playground where I went to school in Florida. The park is very crowded though there are areas to sit down. I sit down and lean against a tree and open my notebook. Curiously, on the left side when I open it, there is a clear display page containing a large photograph (about two-thirds the size of the A4 page) that shows the imagery I had just seen of the male leaning against the building. I do not consider this as impossible or untimely at all. I look through my book and notice various pages that are “pieces” of my personal history and ideas. After a time, I notice the presence of an unknown female on my right, possibly a college student who came to the park to study, and who seems to be fairly “dominant” and self-aware. I eventually notice that I am somehow sitting farther from the tree (with no memory of having moved) and feeling a bit imposed upon. I turn back to the girl and bring attention to the fact that she had supposedly been pushing me away from where I was seated near the tree (and I supposedly only moved little by little out of politeness and to avoid any potential confrontation). I seem a bit angry, but not aggressive in any way. She does not react other than giving me a curious look as if perhaps I have lost my mind and simply moved away from her on my own for no particular reason (in fact, she is facing perpendicular to where I am and had probably not really pushed me physically at any point). She remains where she is, appearing stoic and not offended in any way. I notice she has a notebook much like mine and seems to be studying the pages carefully. In fact, I had deliberately scripted such a scene (up until the time when I become annoyed) where I would be given healing energies as well as answered questions and possible information about the future by a representation of the universe when “she” appeared. This is certainly not the first time that I threw a monkey wrench into my own unfolding script (though this does not happen in fully lucid dreams) and it likely will not be the last.
I began walking down a sidewalk near a school building. I soon started thinking to myself that if I found myself randomly walking in a place I had no idea about, I most likely am not really here. It was sunny, and as I got closer to thew school, I realize I forgot my bag. I lost my previous train of thought and continue inside the gym where there were other students attending. I confronted one student and had a short talk. Soon after the scene change. Lucidity Time: 7 seconds
I was in a hotel being chased by someone. I wanted to escape really badly so I hopped in an elevator. I knew this elevator is special but I don't know how. I pressed on a level button, and I was immediately on that floor. I peaked out from the door and it was a eerily dim hallway lit with fluorescent light. It was completely empty, and narrow. I went to another level. Same setup but with hospital beds this time. So that was even more creepy. I went to another level, and I was immediately in a room. Somewhere along the levels, I realized this is virtual reality. That whatever is happening isn't real but I could feel everything. A nurse told me that she could find out what's wrong with me, and I agreed to it. She explained that she will scan my whole body, and it will hurt a lot. I thought for sure the pain would be nothing. But when she was scanning me, it was very painful with a lot of vibration. I remembered that she had the device over my chest, and my head for a while. After the scanning was done, I asked her what's wrong with my head. She replied "Nothing, nothing's wrong with you". I wasn't satisfied with her answer because I had a rush of negative emotions and memories during the scan. The scan got me really angry and violent inside. It made me want to find the person that was after me, and tear him to shreds for what he did to me.
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