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kid been in school for 7 years, tryning to get hired as some kind of an EMS in the jungle role. I want to disqualify him or taking him too long but I remember my roots

in SFO talking to my neice. Asking how my brother is doing? She tells me he fells bad for not trying to contact me.

Some kind of an action move scene. I can't tell if it's a deliberatley bad parody or just terrible.fat guy is moving very slow dressed like rambo through a series of heavily armed guys in all black like ninjas. in some of the shots it looks like they are trying to throw the guns down or over reacting to simple punches.. i wonder what am i awacthing.

WBTB

I was walking in a beautiful woodland area. There were steep slopes and gullies covered by tall trees forming a canopy high above. There was a river down below and I walked across a rope bridge.


I was going to school at some really fancy ivy leauge boarding school. The teacher asked quite bluntly that the ugliest kid in class please come up to the front so that she could do a demonstration for her psychology class. It turned out to be this kid from the back row who got bullied a lot. And in all honesty, he wasn't that ugly. His hair was patchy and missing in places, but other than that he looked pretty normal. She then got this big bully kid to stand next to him but I can't remember his purpose.

The teacher asked him to please take off all of his clothes. The ugly boy flexed and like in a cartoon his shirt ripped off and he was really buff underneath and the bully got really scared and ran out of the door of the classroom.

...

For some reason the scenario repeated in the schools auditorium. There were several bullies around the boy now but they were actors and just pretending to be bullies and they knew he was really buff under his clothes. What was going on here had something to do with how the audience reacted to how ugly the boy was.

I had this really weird view of the happening from above. I think I was working on the backstage crew or something. The teacher told me to observe how the audience reacted for my studies.


I was walking around the pond in my subdivision alone. I became lucid when I realized I was walking around the path in the opposite direction of the way that I usually walk. It was a clear, sunny, summer day. Jonathan, of all people approached me, even though I thought he left my dreams.

He gave me something. It was a blank lucid dreaming license. He said that he had stolen it from me back when we were enemies and now had realized that I should probably have it back. He told me that I had to go fill it out and get it stamped by [somebody] at an office somewhere.

I asked him if he would like to come along with us. He laughed and got really nervous. He had one of those big sweat drops on him like in an anime. (Kind of weird because Jonathan himself looked realistic, the sweat drop just looked like a crappy drawing.)

"Haha! If Manei caught me back around here she would never let me hear the end of it... I'd better get going."

He left. The next thing I remember Marcus and Manei showed up on this big four legged robot walker device. One of the legs came down and I stood on it. It picked me up and put me on the platform on top. Then a little laser shot out from the platform. It ended in the air making a white energy ball. Then the laser went in a circle drawing with the white energy. When the circle was complete it became a portal and we walked through.

The place we entered looked like outer space. The sky was bright blue/purple with bright stars everywhere. There were little asteroids everywhere but they seemed to be fixed to their locations and didn't move when we stepped on them. I noticed that we didn't feel any forces standing on the walker. Even if we jumped across a gap or changed directions, I couldn't feel our velocity changing.

"Notice how we don't feel anything. That's because this platform utilizes a differential gravity compensation algorithm."

We came across this one asteroid that had a small one-story house on it. There were a bunch of people having a barbecue in the backyard. Among them were my parents who the two DCs accompanying me invited along. I told them not to invite my parents because they always just become annoying in dreams. But it was too late.

We eventually arrived at another asteroid with this big library-looking building on it. Supposedly this was like the secretary of state for the dream world. We got off and went inside. In the front they had a waiting area kind of just like a secretary of state office with all of these people waiting in line, only it looked to be a whole lot older. All of the desks were wooden and there were rows of metal filing cabinets behind them. Everybody in our group got in the back of the line.

So I guess this is where the dream decided to do all of the jokes that it could possibly think of. I remember seeing Sharkboy and Lavagirl waiting in line. There was also Neo from the matrix with a spoon in his hand. I remember Cobb from Inception was standing in line with a broken shared dreaming machine. There was also the ugly kid from the earlier dream only he was really fat now. I think I remember GizEdwards being in the line holding a broken Remee.

Though the weirdest thing I saw waiting in the line was DawnEye11. Her head was sticking out of the companion cube from portal that was on one of those metal carts like from Home Depot. Eye and Dawn were pushing the cart. Dawn was wearing a red dress and had wavy hair and was texting somebody on an old looking cell phone. Eye looked normal. I don't know what that was about... and I don't think I want to.

I remember I tried to get her attention but Eye told me to leave her alone because they couldn't find her body so they had to substitute it with something else.

By far the longest stretch of time that I have wasted in a lucid dream was right here. Maybe that's why I remember everyone that was in line. We stood there without talking easily for ten minutes without even talking, much less doing anything. Eventually Manei and I got bored and decided to check out the back half of the building. The others said they would hold the spot in line while we looked around.

The back half of the building was like a very old library with tall wooden bookshelves and the likes. I started flying around the bookshelves. Again, there was sort of a long stretch of time where the dream was stable and nothing really happened. At the very least, I could practice maneuvering and what not. I remember figuring I could reverse direction very quickly by stopping my flames, doing a half of a front flip and simply orienting myself backwards then starting the flames in the opposite direction. The dream took surprisingly well to all of the spinning and tricks that I did in the air.

At one point I noticed a side room. There was this side room that was a dance studio. There were a bunch of girls in tight clothes practicing some kind of dance. When they saw me, they asked how I could fly. I told them it was a lucid dream and that I could do anything. They all vanished from the scene at the same time.

I landed eventually realizing the dream was going nowhere. Manei and Marcus were reading together out of some book. I landed next to them.

"This dream plot is so stupid, can't we change it."

"We can now, your parents fixed your lucid dreaming license. Here!"



"Wait... they were actually useful?"

"Yes, that's why we brought them along."

I remember trying twice to dream spin. The first time was the standard dream spinning around in your spot. The second time I did a triple front flip hoping that would blur up the scene enough to change it. But no, we were still in the library and not one thing had changed.

I remember thinking of the dream where Manei explained how dreams were more stable now and dream spinning was harder. Sure that's really useful for doing mid-air flips without the environment changing, but I still had to ask how I could get dream spinning to work.

"Perhps it is because you only impart rotational velocity along a single axis. If you were to make use of all vertices, you would be successful."

I have only some idea what that meant. I then tried one more time and this time the dream actually changed. I was inserted into the body of a large muscular black man who was a commando attempting to infiltrate Nazi Germany and kill Hitler.

I crawled out of an air duct into the room of an old brick building and got in a fight with a couple of enemy soldiers. None of us had guns, so we fought with knives and punching and kicking. I beat most of them up but the last guy I fought took me to the ground. I killed him too. It was difficult adapting to this body, but I had managed.

I made my way outside onto the street. I was in what looked like a war-torn city. Half the buildings were piles of rubble. In front of me was a large symmetrical brick building that looked relatively untouched. It looked like a government building of some sort. There was a large staircase leading up to the front. On the saircase was row upon row of Nazi soliders. Standing at the top were two tanks, but they walked on two legs rather than tracks.

In between them was a very attractive woman but with Hitlers' mustache, and she had a rather revealing variant of the uniform with two golden pistols on her belt.

I was still semi-lucid to the point where I could think 'Why on earth am I dreaming of this?!" I think that when I stepped into the street I was spotted by one of them and got shot and died.

My soul went OOB though and I was flying around. I flew into the building they were standing in front of and saw that inside they were developing new versions of the walking tanks I had seen outside. Marcus' walker from earlier in the dream was also in there, only it only had three legs now, rather than four. I thought that I should report this information back to HQ but I wondered how I would do that now that I was just a soul.

Woke up for wbtb at 3,30am after about 5 hours sleep - tried to sit up to record dream - recorded it and fell asleep till 4.30 - went to loo and moved around a little, Sat quietly for awhile watching myself slowly loose the groggyness i was in before - this took about 20 mins.

lay back down to Wild - put ear plugs in and face mask on - placed cushions and Relaxed and relaxed and some more - stuff came and went - thought it might be over at one point but then i was Surging towards a colourfull point in my vision slightly ahead ... The closer i got the clearer and the beautifull and huge Buddhist Temple looked ; all colourfull and bright - i recognised it - a Place i like to go - [I Wondered for a moment if i would make it all the way this time - How wonderfull to get inside this amazing Temple in my dreams - I woke up - Felt good and told myself i am getting there

Used mantra " I am dreaming - here and now"

There was an improvement on time laying still too as it happened after only an hour - i tried to lay still for a little while after in case i might do my first Deild with awareness but was too awake - but i am looking out for those "dream has ended Moments now"

So, I’m in my classroom. This time it looks fairly like it, as opposed to the dream I had the other day (I feel like my brain might be getting smarter to prevent me from noticing things that are off, lol). One of my students makes a VERY homophobic remark, and I just can’t help myself. I completely let him have it. (Good for you, Subconscious Mind! Homophobia sucks!).

I had a couple of other dreams tonight, but I can’t remember them.

For the record, it was painful to wake up and realize this was only a dream. I have not actually seen a real living orca yet sadly

I was in the back seat of a white Chevy Suburban with my step-grandfather driving and step dad in the passenger seat. we were driving at night over a bridge over the ocean in a coastal region, perhaps florida, when I look out over the water and see a pod of Killer Whale (Orcinus orca) coming up for air, swimming along the bridge. I immediately got excited and shouted "Look there are Orcas swimming" or something along those lines. I then repeatedly and seriously told the driver "stop the car" "stop the car" and he started to slow down but never stopped, so I ended up opening the door while we were still moving and hopped out. I stumbled across the ground a short distance before running over to the side of the bridge. I laid down on the bridge and looked into the dark water.

A curious orca calf surfaced to see what I was. I reached down for it trying to pet it, positioning myself closer to the water until i strained to far and fell off the bridge into the water with it. I touched it, but I had to get myself up right after my fall. I searched the water for a while around where i fell and could not see the orcas much. I swam over to a small sandy island, about 50 feet or so in diameter, so it was small. It had a lone palm tree leaning down over the sand and a small sand dune. I was in a bay area, with houses above sea walls around the waters of the island. It was now mid day suddenly. The orca swam around the water and the biggest one came onto the sandy island about half way. I approached it and it made a hissing noise at me, followed by showing me it's teeth. I was a bit startled and I stumbled backwards and fell on the sand about 3 feet away where he stared me down for a period of time presenting his teeth as if to warn me. Neither of us moved for a good 30 seconds. I felt a bit scared and surprised. I finally had the courage to stand back up and walk back. It swam off around the island before eventually coming back on the island under the palm tree and just relaxed. I stood there and watched it for a moment, observing the orca before walking up to it and touching its tail. It seemed surprised and worked its way back into the water quickly. It swam around the island once more. I stood on the small island and simply watched it swim by. It came back onto land this time about halfway looking at me with a weary look, as if trying to tell me it needed help. I thought it was probably hungry and decided to find food for it. when I got back into the water everything turned dark again and I quickly found some sort of prey, maybe a stingray. I took a small spear about the size of a knife and jabbed into it, bringing out of the water and back to the island. It was day again on land. I walked over to the orca, took the ray off the knife, and placed it in the orcas mouth. I was finally able to stand next to it and pet it. It now trusted me more and I could feel it. I then woke up

The orca had a pattern that was not a normal pattern. I also do not know what gender it was, but its tall dorsal fin suggests it was a male. It had a white mosaic looking pattern on its tall dorsal fin and some white tribal art work "dash" line around its eye. everything else seemed correct though.

Side notes for viewers:
Orcas around the U.S. west coast and New Zealand coasts are low in numbers. With about 80 Souther Resident Killer Whales(SRKW) on the U.S. west coast and less than 200 around New Zealand. There are other groups in danger as well. They are an endangered species. The Southern Resident population took a major blow back in the 70's where seaworld and other marine parks hired divers and boaters to capture and take away orca calfs from their family right in front of them. 45 captured and at least 13 were killed in the process. These sentient and highly intelligent animals have very strong social and family bonds. of the 45 captured from the southern residents, only one is still alive. Lolita at Seaquarium, forced to work multiple shows a day in a small tank with no cover from the sun.

I'm in a dark warehouse, when I see Pat stealthily close a door behind him, hiding from someone. I look and see a bunch of guys, so I also duck into a small room and close the door. I'm surprised they didn't see and hear the door closed. The guys find me anyways, and drag me out. They don't seem friendly. I see several machete type blades on a a work bench, and I plan to use those to defend myself.

The thugs grab some blades first and approach me, so I grab a machete. It has pieces cut out of the blade in a design with lots of hollow places, making it very light. I swing at the closes guy, and am a little surprised at how effective my attack was. My blade passed through the guy's forearm AND the top of his arm, dropping it in two pieces onto the floor. I dispatch a couple others with my blade, but there are more coming, and lots of them. I grab some circular saw blades and begin to throw those like big ninja stars, cutting one guys head right in two!

My opponents begin to throw blades back at me, and a few of them even hit me, but bounce off harmlessly. One bounces off the back of my head, and I hardly even feel it. Now we're throwing things at each other, mostly saw blades, but those soon run out. After the saw blades, I spot some CDs, and we begin to throw those at each other, but nobody is getting hurt. It becomes more of a fun game and less of a fight to the death.

Some crazy Halloween thing going on at school. Once again, I'm not sure if this is my college campus or a high school campus, but it feels like a high school campus. I remember everyone dressed up in costumes and running throughout the hallways. I think people were throwing objects/rocks at one another. I don't quite remember exactly. I do remember that I was carrying a handle of Burnetts vodka, I was chugging from it. lol I remember one weird thing however. Two of the teachers were like in costume, naked.. lol I think several people were like wtf...

Brief memory of certain people sitting in a room, reading and musing over a certain magazine?? Also I remember walking through some immense library with different areas with different lighting. I was planning to steal a chair?

I remember a scene involving my instagram page. I took videos of some ripped guy on the beach and claimed that it was me. Later I found out that the guy commented on the video calling me out for frauding. I was embarrased and deleted my instagram page.

I was in school. It was warm spring day. I was sitting inside a classroom, with about four or three other students. The teacher - a blonde woman in her late forties, told me to tell the whole story from "Macbeth" book. Despite telling her everything, she was disappointed and said "Well, you've got only A. There were some problems with speech and some information was incorrect."

I went out of the school to a bus stop. A group of people was waiting for a bus. Suddenly it appeared and stopped. I considered for a while should I enter it, and then I saw a girl entering it. I decided to enter the bus, and when we were getting close to it, the driver drove away laughing. I took my mobile out of my pocket, and sent a message to my mother, so she could pick me up.

Morning of June 20, 2015. Saturday.



My wife and children and I are again living on Barolin Street where we have not lived since March 2008. There is a fictional body of water in the backyard which first seems like a river (in a similar orientation as a fictional feature in my dreams about Cubitis where it replaces the railroad track area) but is later a swimming pool that is much closer to the back of the house. My dream “resets” a few times, and it is as if I am creating or forcing the drama at a background level. This is one of those dreams of a type I have not felt in some time, which is a strange type of sleep paralysis but not full to where it is lucid or as blissfully enjoyable, where my legs have a strange sensation all over the skin that is hard to describe - along with a bizarre anticipatory feeling or the nerves in my legs having been augmented to an almost overwhelming level. This happens on and off after waking several times and quickly going back into the same dream as a “reset” (usually with a slightly different sequence). Thus there are at least four or five versions of this dream within the same time period (though a more common event when I was younger). This dream also seems to have more “immediately reset and replay” scenes than usual.

In the primary version and main outcome, I notice a huge alligator head that had emerged from the surface of the water behind our house. At first it seems amusing, though over time, a part of myself seems to force elements of my dream for dramatic effect. A few times, I typically am aware I am creating my dream, but yet am not lucid or self-aware at my dream-self level. This is a common state I have never really read about in all the dream literature I have seen and yet is my most common “normal” way of dreaming.

There is a scene where I am describing the alligator to two unknown males who had been in a canoe on the river. I say how its head was about as large as half the living room though I realize that is an exaggeration.

There is a scene where two cats (one being our real black-and-white cat Franco, the other unknown) fall into the water of which is now of a swimming pool. I am looking out a fictional back window from what would otherwise be the kitchen area. An alligator head emerges and swallows the same cat a few times (in “resets”) and I feel upset and also realize my children will be very upset though I do tell them in most versions though it ends up to where the cats were not swallowed or eaten at all.

We still have to abandon the house and leave the area to the alligators. At one point, there is a fictional male that seems tiny and he falls down the front staircase (with a strangely cheerful manner), which are much bigger and with more steps than in reality. I do not regard his miniature nature at all. I only know we all have to leave to avoid being eaten by the alligators, of which there are perhaps six or seven.

My dream continues to jump back and forth with “resets” and replays in somewhat random and completely incongruous sequences (even for a dream) even though I retain all the main dream scenes after waking. Long ago, I decided this was some sort of “practice” function of dreams, which may be why some people cannot remember or resolve their dreams in the manner I usually do in that, because so many different versions of a scene or outcome resulted, the dream becomes muddled or uncertain in singular details (which do not exist due to there being several versions of the “same” event). This may also explain in-dream deja vu, where your dream-self had forgotten the first version of a dream sequence while still in the dream.

Most of the events seem to occur at night, though the cat scene was well-lit (though possibly with outside lights on the eaves of the back porch). We “escape from our home and do not return” a few times in a row. Each time after the “reset”, the setup becomes more and more ludicrous. There is one bizarre scene where I am aware of an alligator having put a ladder against our house to climb up and enter through the window like a person. (In fact, it is as if my dream-self is trying to force this to happen - though it never does.) In this case, the living room extends to that side of the house where the bathroom would otherwise be. Also, the (one-storey) house seems a bit higher up. (In reality it was on stumps, but the first floor not at what would be perceived as second-floor level when compared to a normal house.) I become vaguely aware I am creating my dream at this point, though with no lucidity. There is also an idea they will start coming in from the south end of the house (which has a fictional layout including a hall rather then the outside side staircase entrance leading directly into the living room).

My wife also had alligators in her dream at the same time, with no real-life prompts (other than her seeing something I did not in a children’s book from the library); a type of partially shared dreaming that has been happening continuously for a few years - though often based on something my wife was thinking while awake that I could not have known about.