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I had these dreams the 5th of May.

One: I'm in the top of a buiding, about 4 or 5 floors high. It's still under construction, so there's no stairs or anything I can use to go down. Only pillars an the concrete floors. Is already dark and I feel I have to go down, but I cant. I look for a way to jump from floor to floor, but there's no safe way. I realize later that there's more people walking around, in the same building, but they don't pay attention. Each one walks or simply stands alone, looking around or thinking.

Two: I'm in the country yard of my old high school, sitting on a chair. There's a circle of people also sitting in a circle with me, like in a debate. We're talking about dreams, our motivations, etc. One of those persons is a famous actor from my home country, and he's leading the discussion. Suddenly, he interrupts the conversation violently to ask me why I'm there with them. I answer that I'm there because I simply enjoy my dreams. He nods calmly and says "Me too".

I was some type of odd ship that transported me to a part in space. I got out and notice oddly shape creatures in a cage. I soon catch on that I was walking in space with out floating around or falling. Everything was too different to ignore the fact that it's a dream. I check the back of the house looking air craft and saw that one of the component have detach itself once landing. I tried figuring out where it's suppose to go but ended up getting frustrated and throwing it. The prisoners started making howls causing me to lose concentration, I observe this particular person in a old looking helmet bash his hands against the rusty steel bars. He then turns in to a crocodile and manages to slip through the bars.

I began backing up and seeing what was behind me, which made me realize that I have been caught in a trap. There was another crocodile above me starting to come down. Checking more of my surroundings I found a huge yellow with black swirls slide going down through space. I check where it would lead me to but at the bottom was all white. I began thinking this dream wasn't looking too well. I could sense the crocodiles nearing so I stumble down trying to keep my balance but failed to do so. After rolling down I lost lucidity. Lucidity Time: 49 seconds

Dream One - I am at work, but I am not at my usual station. Instead of inspecting furniture at the end of the line, I am at the front of the production line where the insiders do the seats and arms of the furniture. I push a chair all the way up the line and to the shipping belt. The lady on the belt at the time, D, tells me that chair is going to be sold at an employee only auction for $45. I think about what a great deal that is since it usually costs around $300 to buy the same chair in stores. She pushes it to another section of the floor where there are many other chairs of the same style but with different fabric, all marked up for sale at $45. I go back to the station in the front of the line where insiders usually are, and this time I have a wooden headboard foot board combination set at the station. I look at the travel ticket on it and it is also going to the employee auction. it's really pretty light wood, and has old country style sunflowers painted on it. (I have the dream note "Pictures for mom" here, but can't remember what that meant now that I have been awake for a few hours) I really like this bed, so I walk over to my boyfriend's station and ask him to come look at it. If it costs less than $200 I want to buy it to replace the bed we have in our room right now. before he makes it over to look, I wake up.

Dream Two - I dream that my boyfriend and I are walking into an orphanage to look into adopting. The place has an old Victorian exterior, but seems really empty and almost unlived in on the inside. we do see plates of food on the table, but no people. we step out the front door, and then hear some woman screaming, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" and I instantly feel terrible for the kids there, sure she must be yelling at one of them. I turn around to look back inside, knowing now it can't be empty. A small boy, maybe 3 years old is hiding in a bush under the window and peeks out at me. Before I can say anything to him, my attention is drawn behind me. Jay and Silent Bob are standing against the fence asking me if I want to buy any weed. I tell them no, and then reprimand them for selling weed at an orphanage. Jay angrily throws money at us and shouts, "Vacuum it up bitches!" and I wake up.

Dream Three - I am walking into a castle, holding hands with Cinderella. She's so excited to be bringing me home now that we are married. I feel a mix of excitement over being a princess as well as sadness that I married a princess and not my boyfriend. Cinderella takes me into my new room. The room is decorated in mostly blue and shears, with big fluffy covers that nearly swallow you when you plop into bed. There's a giant window on the right side of the room, and I walk over to it. Cinderella excitedly tells me that she was so excited for me to notice that window. It looks down into another bedroom. She tells me that she arranged that room for my boyfriend, and that prince Charming's room is connected to hers similarly. Just because we are married doesn't mean we have to part from our beloved boyfriends. I instantly feel much better about the whole situation. I don't mind being married to a girl, and definitely don't mind being married to a beautiful and well off princess! We walk out of the castle to view the gardens. The sun has gone down and the moon is up high in the sky, casting a beautiful pale glow on everything. I notice a shadow moving to our right and go to investigate. It's a heartless from Kingdom Hearts, only it's tiny, about the size of a Rabbit. At first I think it's adorable and bend down to pet it, but Cinderella screams and I remember that the heartless are actually bad guys and could steal our hearts! We run back inside the castle. Cinderella gets ahead of me and I am stumbling through the castle looking for her. I go through a dark empty ball room, and then find myself in the kitchen. Cinderella is in the dinning room looking out a giant window. I think she looks so pretty, even in danger like we are. I wake up.

Dream Four - I am in a blimp with my boy friend. Through one of the windows we see a giant Charizard coming towards the blimp, it's claws extended and it's mouth open wide. Suddenly I am simply an observer, and I watch as Ash, Misty, and Brock fall from the giant hole ripped in the blimp. Ash shouts out to Pikachu to use thunderbolt, and the to Moltres and Zapdos to use fly to save everyone. On the ground, Brock sees a nasty puddle of something on the ground. He shouts to Ash and Misty that there's a strange energy in the puddle. They walk over to him, and a stray fireball from the Charizard in the air hits the puddle evaporating it into a stinky cloud instantly. Under the puddle was a magic silver Magikarp statue, to which Ash has the mate. They are excited to have both statues and jump in the air, putting the statues together at the same time and causing a bright light that wakes me up.

Dream Five - We've bought a Frozen themed Easy Bake Oven for my 8 year old son. It has a moving cylinder on it that you can use to change the "theme" and look of the oven just by spinning the dial. My son wants to make brownies, and has already mixed up the mixture, but he needs help pouring the batter. The oven's instructions call for some crazy brownie methods, pouring the batter into four cupcake papers and then trying to fit them all in a square pan. I think it'd be way easier to just pour the batter in the pan and cut it later, but then decide it might not cook right, there must be some reason they want it done in cupcake papers. I pour the first three just fine, and then when I go to pour the fourth I find myself adding legos to the cupcake paper before I pour the batter. I stop myself in mid pour and think that it isn't right, I shouldn't be adding legos to the brownies, that's not right! Then I wake up.

Morning of July 6, 2015. Monday.

Dream #: 17,731-04. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec.



This dream was mostly abstract but had a vivid corporeal scene in the last offset segment. The narrative begins with anger regarding an unknown person cleaning an area where I had my belongings stored, though it is unclear if I was staying in the room. It is the Loomis Street house (irrelevant since 1994), but the perspective is distorted and seen mostly only from the ceiling. At one point, I am aware that three equidistant posts are jutting from the floor, oriented east to west.

I notice my (fictitious) belongings consist of numerous small items of metal and plastic. After they discarded some of my small possessions, they randomly placed the rest of them around the posts in nearly a perfect circle, each pile a few inches high. I see this from a vague incorporeal viewpoint, with several abstract transitions. I am unaware of any other room in the house at the time.

As my dream becomes less abstract, I am corporeal and getting ready to get out of a car (having been driven by my brother-in-law, though I do not see him) that has arrived on Loomis Street. As I am leaving the car, I notice the radio is on, though not very loud. I remember I have to turn the radio off when being the last one to leave the car (no waking-life correlation). I reach over to the far right near where I had been sitting and flick down a switch that is like a light switch. However, that does not turn the radio off but changes it from FM to a louder AM station but with more static. Without touching that switch again, I find a similar switch closer to the steering wheel (though still to my right). I flick this switch down as well, and the radio goes off, and I slowly wake.

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What I know as of July 2020: A parked vehicle is tied in with the imaginary physicality of the dream state, though defining the cessation of vestibular activity (and its ambiguity as in REM sleep). If the car is moving, imaginary kinaesthesia is a factor (vestibular cortex arousal). Ultimately the physical body is an illusion in the dream state, and this illusion will transition to the concept of traveling in a vehicle (such as a car). This situation initiates both somatosensory cortex and auditory cortex arousal. In this instance, I manage the auditory cortex while in my dream by way of a somatosensory-auditory-cerebral handshake. Such modulation seems intriguing, I think.

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Morning of July 6, 2015. Monday.



There are a lot of events in this dream, but mostly shifting and randomly meandering around different parts of a large fictional house that my family lives in. A couple unknown males are present and almost seem to have a level of authority (even though they seem like typical street-people or even homeless youths), which seems atypical of an imposer dream scene. I make a sarcastic comment to one of them at one point (after he asks a question about something we own, but of which is not that clear) though we do not end up fighting and I do not seem angry at any point. I enjoy being with Zsuzsanna for a time, but I am aware that some things in the house need to be sorted and arranged better, as there is so much.

There is one scene where I am moving some boxes of items that were supposedly left behind by a recent tenant (recurring situation). They may be craft items which can be sold later. I notice that the front of our house is more like a commercial building entrance, with a large window that looks out onto the street, seemingly in a more urban-like larger setting than we live in in reality. The building is like a large L-shape, with the two sections much like large halls. There is not much furniture, but there are a lot of random items sitting about, including some table lamps on the floor.

The most interesting part relates to trying to work out how to use an old Atari joystick (firstly looking the same as in the image included here) in order to play a particular computer game (something I have not really been involved much in in over twenty years). At one point, I seem to be playing the game, but that may not be the case. The small animal-like and cartoon-like characters (in a large image somehow projected onto the wall like a movie) do not seem to be responding correctly (first relative to the keystrokes, then to the joystick I attempt to use after this) - which reminds me of how similar problems (with older games) were relevant. Otherwise, the sense of touch, pressure, and movement is quite realistic. Fiddling a bit with the handle of the joystick, as it seems to be not working quite right or perhaps stuck or sticking at times, the handle comes out much like a telescoping radio antenna, becoming at least twice as long, yet also revealing a thinner section of the handle, and a metallic structure somewhat like the spindle of a faucet but smaller. I also notice what resembles a miniature umbrella-ribs-like mechanism. The more I push and pull on parts of the joystick, the more it expands into more complex mechanisms, though supposedly into its standard expected form. It ends up looking a bit futuristic and almost as if it could walk about on its own. I become so interested in the intriguing mechanical changes of various parts of the joystick, I lose interest in the computer game.

7/6/15 12:54 am

Tonight I went to bed before my husband to try to fix my sleeping schedule by going to bed early. I had a dream, which I don't remember, then went right to bed to trigger a lucid dream through dream chaining. I told myself over and over again I wanted to dream of my husband. And I did.

Lucid MILD, WBTB, Dream Chaining

I dreamed we had a shared dream and I was showing him how to control his dream. We flew together hand in hand. Saw Conan live. Visited a herd of "Mittens" (my cat who passed away recently), one of them bit me. It hurt. I wasn't bothered by it, and found it quite funny. The herd of Mittens was in my mother's backyard.

I woke up in my dream and my husband agreed we had a shared dream, but then proceeded to tell me I was Sailor Moon in his dream, which made me realize we didn't share dreams. He described his dream totally differently. Note: I'm still dreaming.

Then, I see this white stuffed animal on a chair who's talking to me in a squeaky voice. I don't remember the conversation. At first, I didn't trust him. I told him to go away. But all of the sudden I realized what he was saying. I told him, in different words, but essentially this "You're my dream guide." And he said yes (I think, or something affirming what I said) and jumped in my arms to give me a hug. Then I woke up when my husband got in bed in waking life.

I used a different word for dream guide in my dream, but don't remember what.

He was definitely different than all my dream characters, with a sense of his own agency. Even different than my dream husband, who was just responding to what I did. I think I didn't trust him at first because he seemed to have his own agency.

I almost feel like my dream guide and I were speaking on a different level, like in code. We knew what we meant, even though it wasn't in clear English.

This was definitely the best dream I've had with my husband. We were flying hand in hand! And that was amazing. I've flown hand in hand with one other dream character before, in my first successful flying dream. I asked him what my middle name was and he said Windy, then took my hand, proceeding to fly with me in the air. I've been able to fly in my dreams ever since, and this moment flying with my husband was definitely reminiscent on my first flying dream. I was rusty flying, since I haven't triggered a lucid dream in a while (only accidental ones) and had to relearn how to fly, only this time it was me who took my husband's hand to show him, rather than a dream character showing me.

When I was trying to fly, at first it wasn't successful. I'd keep trying to jump from higher levels of ground to lower levels, on a hilly area with grass and patches of dirt. The area is around my mother's house, down the road near a foresty area.

There was a point in the dream we were on a train, before the flying scene, taking to other dream characters.

Connected to my mom's backyard is an acquaintance's house. It's supposed to be my mom's, and I felt like it was my mom's, but at the same time this person's house. We went into his room and saw an anime poster. There was a "mom figure" there that was supposed to be my mom, but wasn't my mom in waking life. She was worried about me, but I told her this is all just a dream so not to worry. I showed my husband how to control the dream further by saying "clearer" and "brighter", controlling my dream world to become clearer and brighter.

In a sense, the dream started off with me being the dream guide for my dream husband, then finding my own dream guide. I really hope to see him again! I haven't been searching for a dream guide, but have been hoping to have a repeated dream character that has a sense of self and grows with each lucid dream. So perhaps this is a manifestation of that desire. Certainly not what I expected! A stuffed animal as my dream guide. I'm so excited by this.

This dream started off, I believe, as non-lucid. Though I don't remember the point exactly I became lucid. My husband and I were watching Roku together, and then went to see Conan live. When we watched Conan on Roku, he had his typical blue background, but live everything was white and the show was supposed to be a new Conan show, called Live with Conan. There was this mean producer lady, who was playing tricks on me. I think that was the point I became lucid, because something about her just gave off that she was a dream character. Conan later sat with me and my husband in the audience and apologized for her actions.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream - Passionately embracing a woman
I'm in a bedroom with a woman and her boyfriend, but they're not actually dating I think. The room is a bit small with bunk beds, the floor is carpeted and the curtains are shut across the windows. The walls were creamy white, and the frames of the doors, window and the bottom of the walls were wooden. There were a few things littered around that might have been toys or books or something... So it seems I'm staying the night and the other friend, who I think at this point more resembles a brother, walks off to sleep in a different room. Now pretty much as soon as the guy leaves, me and the lady launch ourselves at each other
This dream got really vivid and intense, I remember it quite well and also remember being really turned on O_o
First we kiss and just touch (not anywhere specific, it was just an ecstacy-like feeling from simply touching in normal places) and it's pretty intense, we pull up a bed mat and I lie on top of her and pash her neck, it feels pretty damn good. We both want to do the deed but the dream ends before progressing to that point. I also remember a scene where we're on the top bunk bed pashing, so I think I woke up at one point and fell back into the dream momentarily before properly waking up.

The Movie Maker
I'm at a club and I'm a successful film I created. I'm at a club or function, and I see some people from school, which included Amy and Jade. Jade is keen on me and I'm a little shy. I'm laying down and I think Jade is a bit confused why I haven't made much intention towards her. A few of us a laying down and I throw my hand over towards Jade to make my move.

Im about to watch my movie with everyone in a room. Someone is setting up some plastic chairs at the front of the screen. They're for myself and a couple others. One being a pregnant lady. Someone says movie was good, except it had a bit of confusion I think. I get mixed reviews. I think I'm in a new room, watching the movie. It's huge. The screen is like a cinema. There's a fake back drop behind and around the screen. Looks pretty cool.

Caved Road
I was with Ali and we began being friends again. He starts trying to pick away at me and act alpha or something. I stand up for myself and tell him how it is. I continue the convocation as we walk through the muddy grass near the shop rivers in marinda. We reach the road, and it's blocked by a cave. The cave still allows cars through but they have to go slow due to the uneven surface. It was as if the cave had been hit by an earthquake, because the road was up lifted mostly. I have a Dog with me, maybe a German Shepard. Im keeping it close to me due to traffic if it was to come through cave. Other people are in the cave with myself and Ali. I think I was still talking about how I'm not taking any shit off him at all. Also I think we were headed for his parents house but were still in cave. I thought I could hear some cars closing up to the cave and quickly got the dog near me incase.

At a footy club with Josh. For some reason it feels as if I'm at Kitty Miller Surf spot. I walk to a canteen and see Christy from school. Josh is a bit shy and tells me to go to canteen without him. I walk passed Christy, I'm unsure if she recognizes or sees me as I pass her. I felt a bit shy also and hoped she wouldn't see me either. As I reach canteen, I see Ben dressed up in a suit. He's looks pretty good, but there's something off with his face. I notice there's a line up. Ben sees me and I greet him by saying "Bennnno".

I took a nap today and was going for a wild but dozed off like always.

I don't remember where I was when I became lucid, pretty sure I was outside. I was losing it the second I realized what was going on. I did the spin around and around to save it which did seem to work.

I'm now standing in a yard. It's daytime...it's on a property I lived at growing up. I fly around but it's really hard to go any higher than floating a couple feet off the ground. I try harder and send myself way up into the air in one gust. I did that because for one I wanted to get on top of the church next to my old house. I had looked at that church for many years but could never see the top of it. It was flat with a brick trim so it was a big mystery.... in my dream I really wanted to see what it looked like up there. The other reason I launched myself so high in one shot was bc I knew I would have to learn to fly good now or crash hard.

As soon as I flew up I went straight down. I thought I was going to crash and lose the dream. I grabbed the edge of the roof on my way down and climbed onto the roof. Finally I can see what it looks like..

I walk around on the rooftop, it's just a flat roof black with dried tar. It was very realistic I'm sure it looks just like that in real life.

I wonder since I can't fly how will I get down? It's just a dream I don't care if I fall hard! I jump long distances from rooftop to rooftop.

I finally land and walk across a empty grass lot. I try to remember some tasks or goals or something to do but I can only remeber the ones I already did.

I talked to a man walking his dog. I tried to have a conversation with his dog. It never talked and I started petting it and got distracted.

05/07/2015

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

“Consulting on the Nuclear Power plant – picking up my new car – TotM”

I am sat in a meeting with my new work-group, or rather I am sat with them and I am suspecting we have a meeting sometime shortly. It is at the beginning of the day and I am just hovering around really, I have other places I need to be in connection with my other project – which concerns youth and alcohol use (which is an actual IRL project I am working on) . However I have a feeling that I need to stick around for a bit as if I am expected to stay there.

Eventually the leader of the project comes around, she is a darkish haired short woman, who is pretty and American or English I believe. I tell her that I am excited to be connected with the project (though I frequently experience a sense of weirdness for participating in a project for constructing a nuclear power plant, which is never really fully conscious and I don't verbalise it) . She smiles at me and asks if I know how to handle Sheila (a IRL colleague of mine, who is apparently also on this project) . At this point we are walking outside the office in a courtyard of grey concrete in the early hours of the day, there is a lot of columns around forming small walkways – it reminds me of the style of construction associated with my old primary school. As she is asking about Sheila we sort of move into the office, without really moving, but rather being moved, or the building starts encompassing us.

Inside I see Maria has appeared (an old colleague from my time in England) who is also on the project. She is saying that she is excited to be on a project where “patriarchalism” (the meaning is feminism/social constructionism in the dream) is employed and that she sees that rarely. I replay “oh really? - I haven't been on anything else but these approaches, maybe it is because people preparing to become clinicians never really take this road?” She concurs a bit and throw me a smile, showing a lot of gingiva and then looks away towards either Caidee or the project leader.

While she does this I get a lot of spreadsheets appearing in front of my eyes. They are interview questions and are getting closed down one by one. The first being closed is the most recent and contains a lot of questions and the more that gets closed down the more questions disappear. I can't really see the questions, but there is a picture of a black female student in the top right hand corner and I see her name is Caidee. I instantaneously know that she is a student helper and she has been involved with constructing the interview guide from the start.

When these spreadsheets are all closed down we are starting to sit down by the table. I am getting anxious at this point because I think we are getting ready for the meeting and I thought the meeting wouldn't be till this afternoon. I take off my trousers under the table and look down at my blueish boxer shorts. I am briefly aware of the embarrassing nature of showing legs and start looking for my sweat pants – I don't know if I ever find them, but I start wearing them regardless – I then look under the table and see my red shorts lying under there. I am surprised as I don't remember wearing these, but I pick them up nonetheless and stand up and look at the table. I see now that Sheila has appeared so I go and sit next to her. I don't know if I will be able to persuade her in anyway or get to know her position in the project as the leader has told me about – in fact I am not even sure what I am supposed to do, but I sit down anyway.

I ask about whether we have a meeting already now and I am told that we do indeed and that it is a weekly thing as well. I mull this over a bit until from behind me Christina appears (Old school/class mate) and tell me that she has received the keys from Saab and that they will be here with my car shortly. It surprise me a little seeing as I am not yet in a financially stable position and I don't know why I have already bought a car, but I think little else of it as it was part of the plan. So I grab the keys, which is a massive bundle, with a couple of car keys and 8-10 other keys and I wonder why there are so many.

I start walking down the hallway towards the entrance and Bjarne (Old friend from childhood/adolescence) and Rasmus (Old school/class mate) appear along the way and talk to me, I can't recall exactly what they say, but it seems taunting or mocking. I get to the end of the hall and enter the lift I notice the button (yes there is only one and that isn't weird! ) is slightly broken, but I press it anyway and I soon find myself outside in the school car park, that is vast and fenced in with wire mesh – and seems more like a car park belonging to a large shopping centre than a school and there is a lot of traffic.

I stand around looking at the cars driving in. There seems to be a lot of black mega trucks or hummers and I know that this probably isn't mine. I can't remember which kind of car I bought, though when a couple of silver grey smaller station cars and smart type cars start entering I get a feeling that my car is definitely silver grey, though I am still unsure about the type, but having a feeling that it isn't one of the completely little ones. A couple of grey cars enter the car park and turn towards me and park. After this a massive black hummer truck pulls in (which I think look a bit weird, but after googling “hummer truck” this morning I found a picture that looks exactly like the one)

hummer truck Photo #06

I start getting bored so I decide to jump on the bonnet of the cars parked making a neat little run/jumping course – and I am thoroughly satisfied with the sounds and feel of pressing down the metal as I jump. I start out with just common SUVs but I eventually land on a Porsche – which for some reason is covered in a fine layer of snow – and the car following that just before the massive hummer truck as a black Lamborghini, which stops me in my tracks as it is so low that I can't possibly get up on the truck – also I am quite surprised to see 2 such expensive cars parked next to each other as Denmark isn't a cheap place to buy a car.

I move around and jump maybe 3-4 cars more before I think to myself “This is something I would do if I were dreaming”. So I look up and it all seems pretty normal, but I decide to do a reality check nonetheless. So I move my hands slightly to the sides and let myself hover above the rooftops of the cars.

Realising I am lucid I start taking to the skys, which is a habitual thought and I quickly realise that I have more important stuff to do than goof around. So I let myself drop out of flight and land on the ground again and when I do I find myself on the side walk outside the wire mesh.

I start walking up the side walk and start looking at my hands. The first basic task is my mission and I have already planned how this one is to unfold. I am somewhat excited though as I have never actually made something appear before my eyes. But I recall the visualisation of making a seed of light appear in my hand – a seed of love and light which I intend to plant in my chest and watch how it grows inside my body – while watching my hands (It is fascinating to think that within the dream world a mental visualisation appears phenomenologically similar to how it would in the waking world, as a sort of translucent image appearing in a distinct mental space – which one could easily hypothesise being occupied by running the “world simulation” that is the dream) To start out with not much is happening in my palm which is outstretched palms towards the sky. I see my fingers in a somewhat illuminated light and start focusing. Eventually I see a bright, but tiny dot of light in the middle of my palm and as I am watching it, it grows to the size of a water drop that is perfectly spherical. As I look at it it continues to grow and spikes and sparks start appearing around it leaving a distinct burning sensation in my hand as tiny specks of fire and ice are bombarding the surface of my skin.

Soon a gust of wind appears and rips the seed from my hands and I panic and jumps after it. It lands in a corner where there is some grass, but I manage to find it rather quickly. I then go all the way into the corner to avoid getting disturbed by the wind again. I take a look at the seed, my hand still being illuminated by light that reminds me of dawn. There is no pain any longer and I think of the seed representing compassion and love, as I press it into my chest. I don't feel it entering and nothing abrupt happens. I turn my focus and visual capacity towards the inside of my body and I get a view of the inside of my shoulder, but not much more, and the bright lines of light I expected aren't really there. What is worse is as I am focusing my attention like this I sense the dream world destabilising – so I start focusing outwards. At this point the dream is gone, but I am armed with patience – I have experienced this before, I maintain my focus directed outwards – although I am also aware that it would be irritating only starting half of the TotM task and not see it to fruition (literally . (In previous dreams over the years experiencing this sensation would normally have led me to feeling disappointed and accepting the disappearance of the dream. However in one of the first lucid experiences since Ayahuasca the same thing happened – the visuals faded and I was left with nothing but internal and auditory stimuli – but here I just decided to wait instead of waking up and soon after I was pulled back into the dream world, albeit in a different spot than when I left)

I get flashes of a white rugged wall, it is plastered and I reach out to touch it and I sense it with my fingertips, but only very briefly. I start sensing the light of dawn characteristic of the dream world I was just in and I feel myself pulled back in. SWEET! I am back on the side walk and I decide to not focus more on the seed, I had already thought about the fact that it might take longer to grow than within a single dream – planting compassion and love in my own heart will still be an interesting theme to watch unfold over time.

So I start walking up the side walk to find a tree. I am however conscious that I would prefer finding a tree surrounded by nature, but looking around and having no experience with teleportation or portals I think I will have to settle for one of the trees by the side of the road.

I find a tree not far away, it is a very short tree and the trunk of it is very strange in that it narrows a lot towards the top, almost needle shaped. I place my hand on the tree and it feels chilly, not cold to the touch and I can feel the texture of the bark against my fingers, very authentic. I notice a curved line heading diagonally up from bottom left to top right on a point on the trunk. There is some dark green slime around the line and I wonder if the tree is forming a mouth. The slime should look unpleasant, but it doesn't – in fact it seems rather natural. I look away and at the tree again and the line has widened, though also thinned out a bit. The point is the changes to the line isn't gradual but jolty.

I think I look at the tree a couple of times more watching the line change, but it still isn't speaking to me and as I am about to give up hope and look away I hear a deep bassy rumble emanating from the tree.

“You cannot, help me – even with your flatter and good intentions.”
Astonished I turn around and face it.
“but I can help you” it says.
“How?” I ask as respectfully as I can muster, which isn't difficult as I feel very humble even towards this young tree standing amidst the concrete.
“We trees see things humans aren't equipped to see” it continues.
“Amongst our roots we keep closed the gates of hell”
“Humans aren't prepared to see this – they would freak out – but we trees have watched this for ever.”
(I have taken some artistic liberties with the sentences, for which I don't recall all of them exactly, though they were perfectly linguistic, which excited me – though the meaning of the words is represented exactly as they should be. I felt it more important to convey the intelligence, wisdom and almost all encompassing and physical presence of the tree's intentions directed at me)

I thank the tree and wonder exactly how that is a help to me, not negating it – the message felt important to me, but I think I might not be able to fully grasp it yet. (upon awakening I got the feeling that the tree was trying to help me with one of the TotY – visiting the underworld, though I am unsure if there isn't a deeper more personal/spiritual message enclosed within as well). I take off into flight thinking I have done enough tasks for now, wanting to relax a little – after briefly considering doing the painting task, but giving up cause I don't feel like finding a painting at this point. However I then again think I might not have completed the basic seed task as I haven't seen anything grow yet – I quickly glance inside my body again, but don't really see anything – more a sort of translucent view of my shoulder again. And look outwards. The skies are tuning dark and I land on a rooftop covered with old roof platings. There is a lot of moss growing on the platings and I think it might be a good idea to conjure up more of aforementioned seeds so I start doing that.

The seeds seem more vigorous and self determined than before and start flying out of my hand spinning, when they have reached an appropriate size. I still feel the burns of the sparks and ice shards. One of the seeds actually jump up the slope of the roof and enter a crack between one of the platings under a ventilation hood.

I stop producing seeds and just look at the crack and wonder if there is enough soil and nutrients for the seed to grow. After a little while slowly a thin rolled up green leaf appears from under the crack and as I continue to observe the growth I see a sort of elongated cabbage shape take form along with branches with leaves growing out of the new little plant. It also starts forming a flower and end up looking like a mixture between an orchid and a cabbage. As I watch this unfold the dream starts fading and I wake up.

Aaah it has been hard for me to lucid dream lately. The last two semesters at college (winter semester and spring term) almost killed me. There were a LOT of nights of 4-5 hours of sleep and even though I got all As and A-s, the end result of that - fatigue and exhaustion - was NOT pretty. So once I got home in June I kinda went into a funk, mostly oversleeping without LDing, playing Pokemon, and reading a ton of books. It wasn't good, although I did read some pretty awesome novels.

Now, I'm trying to get back on track with my goals.

The night before last night, I actually slept better than I have in about a month, even though I was at my aunt and uncle's house sleeping on an air mattress. The only dream I really remember from that night was riding down a bunch of water slides, which makes sense because that is what I did for the majority of that day.

I also had an LD a few weeks back in which I was on a spaceship as an astronaut, something I've always wanted to do, but the thing was about to crash. I became lucid spontaneously, but I freaked out that I'd lose dream control and have this terrible nightmare, so I forced myself awake. -_- I really hate it when I do that. I am such a pansy sometimes.





But now for last night's dreams! No lucidity, but that's because I've been a fat lazy slacker pansy.

Dream 1: I had to go back to college, and I was back early for some reason. (This seems to be a common dream for me during the summers). The date on my watch said 7-29. The annoying thing is that checking my watch is usually my main reality check, but this time I didn't get a clue. I was in this class for my major. I don't remember what it was, but I DO remember it was basically like a second art and drawing class, which was super exciting for me. I also got to have the same art teacher, which made me really happy.

I also had the exact same Spanish teacher, and he was super excited to see me. Lots of the girls in the class recognized me too. Interesting because I was considering dropping my Spanish class - not because I want to, but because I may not have enough room in my schedule to take it. But I really want to take it, so. :/

Dream 2: Enter the Magic School Bus. I was on this random vehicle. In front of me, there were 3 or so elementary school aged girls. Some guy told them we were on the Magic School Bus. They freaked out, whereas I was super excited. c:

I've had dreams about the Magic School Bus before, which is funny. Last time the dream was all in cartoon, though. Despite having not watched the show in many years, I seem to think about it a lot and how I want to get back into it.

I've been reading a lot of dragon-related fantasy novels lately, so I'm surprised I haven't been having any dreams with dragons in them. Lame sauce.

Incidentally, I need to get an avatar for this forum. I will find a cool one. I need to log off before my dad comes and tells me I'm wasting my time. See, as much as I love the guy, everything I do is a waste of time to him, with the exception of school and work.

Well, that's all for now. I hope I can be more active on this thing. It'll be the hardest thing to do when fall comes around because computer science major - animation emphasis is a crazy intense major at my school. All the intense programming and math, plus hard art classes too. It's hard to find time to get enough sleep. But that's the thing about goals you want to succeed at. You might slip up, even after a long period of success. You just have to keep persevering, and then you will get there. That's what I believe, anyway, so here goes for working hard at this once more.

I put lucid dreaming on the back burner these past few days. A combination of mucky recall and distraction of other things have kind of dragged me down. It's basically more of what was in that backlog entry. A bunch of nonlucid and semi-lucid bits.

I recall being in a star wars movie. I was on the city planet. I remember saying to myself that I thought this planet was kind of uncreative. It was just like new york city but with a more futuristic look.

I rode a floating train and somehow found myself in a cave where Jedi and Sith were fighting one another. I recall not belonging to one side or the other but Darth Vader attacked me. He knocked me down to the ground but suddenly became very conflicted about what side he thought that he really belonged to.

I then remember Yoda and *sigh* Jar Jar Binks were fighting.

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I recall learning that there were 27 Bionicle movies by looking on a box at my friend S's house. (My friend S collects Bionicles.)

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I remember going into the avatar state while I was semi-lucid. I was in some kind of gym class.

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I at my college. It was the beginning of the year and they were having a festival showcasing all of the different frats and clubs that you could join. I remember these one people started something called the 'Be happy' club. It was clearly a bunch of 8-year olds and their parents and I have no idea what they were doing on a college campus.

I didn't even go over to them, because I wasn't interested. But one of them walked over to me, one of the parent women and gave me a pamphlet. It turns out they were actually this odd religious group that worshiped a god called happysan.

The more I stayed near them, the more I started to get a really creepy vibe. I started to walk the other way. I saw that the fair had for the most part disappeared and that I was now on the bike path at the edge of my town that leads to the sate park. I vaguely recognized the area but there was a large lake that was in place of the field in waking life. The path continued across a land bridge. A few of the booths including the 'be happy club' stayed around as well.

I started walking back in the direction that would take me home. I randomly became lucid. Manei appeared out of the crowd of people. She asked me to give her a piggy back ride. I told her she could for a minute. She got on my shoulders. It probably looked a bit ridiculous since she is much taller than me.

Me:"Next time, you're gonna carry me!"

Manei:"Now, Fly!"

Me:"This is probably a bad idea..."

I got about three inches off the ground, then realized how off my center of mass was and flew backwards into a big tree. We just laughed off what was actually one of my softer crashes. Manei told me that another test was coming and left.

I started flying around on my own. I was noting how the dream didn't seem to put any ceiling on how high I could fly. I remember experimenting with putting my hands in front of me like superman but this made me fly slower. Probably because I can go fastest if I put my hands behind me because I can project flames out of my hands and feet. I don't see them most of the times, but I can see them flickering out of my peripheral.

I then tried flying through the trees. I remember putting my arms out to my side and flying forward. I could then push myself from side to side to avoid the trees. I also recall seeing my friend A on the walking path. I waived 'hi' to him.

I somehow found myself in a small indoor pool area. There was a dc with short light brown hair and a black girl swimming in the pool. The boy asked me if I liked the show FairlyOddparents. I told him (honest answer here) that I thought it was obnoxious because the characters were always shouting and it seemed to repeat the same formula over and over.

Well apparently that wasn't the answer that he wanted to hear because he got mad, got out of the pool and came after me. I started to fly away, but he grabbed my leg. I spun around with my arms, boosting with fire to spin him off, but he did a flip and landed with my rotation.

I got down and we started fighting. I couldn't believe that there was a DC able to match me in combat. He didn't look to be all that in-shape. In fact he was a bit of a chunker. I almost managed to land a blow when I preformed a sweeping kick while my foot was on fire. I singed the hairs on his chinny chin chin and he staggered back into the pool.

He got back out and got me on the defensive. I thought about using my hidden blades but then I remembered that I was trying to be less violent in dreams. Instead I pinned him against the wall and put my fingers on the inside of his eyes. (Threatening to poke his eyes out)

Me:"Just drop it, Okay!"

DC:"Okay, okay!"

The dc seemed bitter about it, but he let it go. I lost the dream and woke up.

Spoiler for Notes:

The mentality that I am trying to have on violence in dreams is a more balanced one. I can be dark and violent. It's just a part of who I am and I really don't see anything wrong with that. I just need to not be excessive about it. (Remember when I rained knives on a DC), we're just going to try and avoid doing that unless we really have to.

I know many lucid dreamers try to play a pacifist and never fight against dream characters. Sure, that gives you the moral high ground when a dickhead DC beats you up and you don't fight back. But, in my opinion your doing just as much a disservice to yourself by letting other people beat you up as you would if you go just go around murdering DCs because they annoy you a little.

In other words there's a balance to be struck. You don't want to be passive, just letting others walk all over you. And you don't want to be too aggressive and attack others. You should play defensive. Only use violence when you feel you are threatened or are attacked, and you shouldn't kill or injure a DC unless you really have to. And this dream demonstrates that better than my previous dreams.

tl;dr I wouldn't recommend being a thug or Gandhi in a dream. Somewhere in the middle.

Dream One - I'm at a concert inside of a mall waiting on my ex husband to bring my kids to me. There's loud music, lots of people really close together, and fog machines making everything look hazy. I'm trying to look around for them, but the crowd is so thick I can't see through it and have to start walking around the outside perimeter hoping to catch a glimpse of them when they get there. I walk around a group of six or seven people and see my kids and their dad behind them. I walk up and say hey, and apologize for not being able to see them through the crowd, I hope they didn't wait long. My ex husband leaves, and I show my kids some sort of meter that I have in my hand that I got from hot topic. It's linked to the concert somehow, that whenever you attend the concerts with this meter it gets you free merchandise credit. I have two more meters in my pocket, one for each kid. We talk about all the cool pokemon and pony merch they have and start planning what we want to spend our concert attendance points on as we walk out of the large concert room and into the main mall. The mall is bigger than any mall I have ever seen, and I've been to a pretty big one in DC when I was a kid. As we are walking through we see lots of stores already closed up for the night. We go down an escalator, and there's another escalator across from it. Music starts playing, and a slightly heavier than average woman in a sexy tight red dress starts dancing through the mall. She's wearing some sort of paper mache TV mask that makes her look like she has an old TV from the sixties for a head. She's singing as she dances about how much she loves shopping and how wonderful the mall stores are. We hurry towards the exit of the mall and I wake up.

Dream Two - I'm heading out to my car in a big parking lot outside of a medium sized building. I think it might be a school or college that I am leaving, perhaps some sort of educational convention. There's a lady and a dude who are waiting on rides and I offer to take them home so they don't have to wait. Both accept my offer, and my car is parked in one of the first few parking spaces so we don't walk far. I decide to take the T tops off and ride them home in style. I get in the car, and the man gets in the passengers seat and I start driving off. I realize the lady got distracted and didn't get in the car when I hear her yelling at me to wait while she chases down the car. Unfortunately I had just pulled onto the main road when she was close enough to hear. I try to stop and put the car in reverse as there is nothing coming, but as soon as I start backing up the car a bunch of other cars start coming up the hill behind us and honking their horns at me for driving like an idiot. I ignore them and back right back into the parking lot anyways. The lady is no longer there. I drive a circle back through the parking lot looking for her, and finally find her back at the front of the building waiting on her ride. I try to apologize, but she's not mad at all. She thanks me for forgetting her, and tells me that by staying there a little longer a great opportunity opened up for her. She doesn't elaborate on what the opportunity is. I offer again to take her home, and she says she needs to stay there another half our or so, I can take her home only if I am willing to wait that half our. I don't want to wait, I want to get home. The man I was giving a ride home to starts talking, and while I can't remember what he said, I got really aggravated and annoyed by it. I stop the car just before I leave the parking lot and tell him to get out. he argues, and I start cursing and yelling at him until he gets out and slams the door. I drive off and wake up.

Dream Three - I am once again leaving a college, this time on foot. There's a hill very much like the one at my late Grandma W's house that I am walking up. I look at my hand and think it looks weird. I start counting my fingers, and realize I have 8 on one hand. That's not right, I count again. Once more, 8 fingers. I realize I MUST be dreaming! I try to concentrate once more on my hands, now curious how I can have 8 fingers and it look almost normal. This time however, I only have the normal 5 fingers, and decide that maybe my counting is off in dreams and not so much that my hand actually had 8 fingers. At first I continue walking up the hill, then decide that I am not going to continue the path of the dream, I am going to go out looking for K instead. I turn right and head towards an older building that I recognize from a dream in the past. In the dream I am pretty sure I had seen K in that building before so it's a good place to start looking. Lucidity starts slipping but not completely. The building has different little shops in it, one of them being some sort of bass pro shops home store that I have never dreamed of before. I walk into the bass pro shop home store as it looks like the main entrance, and then go up some stairs into a little office lobby. There are different little office doors with different titles on them, one of the is the Faerie Arcane office. I knock on that door, thinking that K must have something to do with magic that we meet in dreams as we do. Lucidity is mostly gone, but I at least follow my purpose to find K. The door swings open when I knock and there are three ladies in the office. All three are middle aged, with tons of makeup and jewelry and their hair styled with tons of hair spray and gel. One is at a desk, and the other two are standing in the corners, and they are all chatting fervently. They turn and look at me, the one at the desk demanding to know what I want. I tell them I want to speak with the faerie arcane office about someone I am seeking, and they tell me they are too busy and I will have to come back tomorrow. I close the door disappointed, and start walking out of the building. I wake up.

Dream Four - My boy friend and I are working. I realize it's getting about time for our doctors appointments so I got to tell him it's time to leave. He tells me his appointment isn't until three, even though I am so sure it's at 2:30. We leave anyways. I don't remember any drive, it's like we are just suddenly there. The building looks like a grocery store building, however it has a neon purple sign on the front that says, "Mydera's" I also notice my exhusband and his new wife and their families chilling out on the roof of the building. I have a brief flash back memory of putting the "Mydera's" sign on the building in The Sims 3, then we get out of the car and walk in. We are late for my boyfriend appointment, it was in fact at 2:30 not 3:00. Also, the appointment I thought was there was with a different doctor an hour away and there's no way to make it there in time. We decide instead to go into the movie theater in the building. There are rows of sofas and love seats instead of movie chairs, and the movie screen has Splatoon on it. Everyone in the theatre is playing on the same screen, but the screen doesn't split off into individual character views, it just shows the whole stage making it impossible to tell who you are and where you are going. I get frustrated that I can't figure out which character I am or see around most of the stage and that frustration wakes me up.

Dream Five - I am at work inspecting a chair. There are two slubs on the outback of this chair. One at the top and one at the bottom. My boyfriend comes up behind me as I place red tape on the slubs and asks what I put the tape on there for. I tell him there are slubs in the fabric, then he sarcastically replies, "No, those are fine, they're supposed to be there!" I shake my head and then set down my red tape. If my boyfriend is there then it must be lunch time. He's putting huge pickle chips on a hamburger. The pickles look weird, they are all huge and lumpy. Realizing they don't look right wakes me up.

My daughter who was visiting family out of state had to go to the er last night for a sparkler burn. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep b/c I felt just awful about being four hours away, even though she was only at the hospital for an hour and was just fine, it was just a precautionary measure on the part of my family to take her to the ER and be checked. So I took 5htp as well as a couple of Benedryl to help me sleep. Having had the dream of K a few nights ago, I also took a prenatal vitamin to help build back my dream recall. Usually I have to take the vitamins a week straight to get good recall, but I guess mixed with the medicine and the attempt to take notes the vitamin worked immediately. I also got about 10 hours of sleep thanks to the medicine, where as I am normally lucky to get 8 full hours. I also had a few almost dreams early in the night where I was awake enough to hear my boyfriend on the computer, but still seeing little movies behind my eyes. The moment I would acknowledge however that I must be falling asleep, I'd wake up fully and not even remember anything other than, "I was dreaming of splat rollers" or something equally vague. All in all though, it was far more productive a dream night than I anticipated. If I am able to keep up with my dream journal, I won't expect such good results most of the time lol.

Morning of July 5, 2015. Sunday.

Dream #: 17,730-02. Reading time: 1 min 52 sec.



In real life, I had been working on a document about prescience in dreams regarding details from April 9 (1970-1990) that preceded my marriage on April 9 in 1994, sometimes integrated with a curious unrelated influence from television (which probably relates to prescient awareness of potential broadcasts and pop culture trends).

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In my dream, I am living on Loomis Street, and I am about twelve years of age. My sister is alive and rather young (mostly as she appeared in 1967, though I was six years old then). I do not recognize how wrong the setup and perspective is though I consider that something is different.

Being about twelve, but still active in dream research, I am puzzled by an “empty dream journal” supposedly started when I was about four years old. There was not always enough paper to write on, so I used my sister’s copies of Mad Magazine to write in, in any blank space, as well as older issues of Dig and Help! I get an impression that having records since birth relates to my “destiny,” and I decide to copy some dreams into the issue of Mad Magazine that is otherwise free of handwritten lines. I briefly recall the wedding date. I think about how impersonal the “dream journal” (Mad Magazine) is. I know that the April 1967 Mad Magazine cover (date, not time of printing) has a clue for me regarding Yin and Yang, Corona Borealis and Corona Australis, and similar concepts.

The cover features Alfred E. Neuman with a blue magnet, and under that is the reverse, a red one coming up from below, suggesting a pull (from an unseen “opposite” persona or character) from the “other side,” for me, a play on blue American mailboxes and red Australian mailboxes. I talk to my sister for a short time saying that I did not know this magazine existed as such. (I have no concept or memory of “Yin” other than the date relevance of September 13). I continue to write in it, one to two lines on at least six pages, now seemingly unrelated to dreams, but perhaps questions. I think about the cover and how only I could understand its connections to my life.

I transition to a dream type that mostly only occurred around age five; being in a world of giants. I sometimes dreamt of adults and children older than me as towering over me. In this case, a tall African woman (or spirit) in traditional tribal dress seemingly speaks to me in modern English or at least cheerfully communicates. Although we are indoors, she seems about twenty feet tall or more. I am of the correct size, but tiny in contrast to the setting. Next, after some ambiguous abstract scenes, is a situation where a friendly dog approaches me.

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Hi everyone,

This is my first dream journal entry. I've noticed that most of my REM periods occur in the morning, from around 4-8 o'clock, so I have most of dreams around this time. I often wake up a lot in the morning, but go back to sleep pretty quickly, so I generally have a lot of dreams in the morning. I've just woke up, so I wanted to write down what I remember from my dreams.

The first one placed me in some city. I don't know which one, but I can tell you that it was huge. Much bigger than London, for example. I was basically exploring it. I spent probably about an hour (IRL time) walking around the city, just going into random shops and looking at random sights. It went on for a very long time in the dream world. One thing which stood out was the biggest building in the city. I have a love of high places such as this, so in my dream I made a beeline for it. I took the lift up to the top floor, where there was this big, circular glass floow inside of a glass building. This was extremely high up, taller than the Burj Khalifa. There was a panel over on one side of the room, with two wheels. One of the wheel rotated the floor around, while the other charged the camera. That's right- the room seemed to be some sort of photography device to take photographs of the city. It was weird, I guess, but the dream was incredibly vivid. It seems that each night, my dreams have been getting more and more vivid, lately. And longer. But I digress, as I was saying, I was on top of the biggest building in the entire World. I walked out through a set of double glass doors to the back of the room, and onto the roof, where a few people were sitting around on assorted chair. I turned around and saw that there was actually another room, very similar to the photography one, on top of it. I disregarded it, having seen enough, and decided to venture back down to the city. This is where it starts to get weird.

I found some sort of shopping centre. If you live in the UK, you'll probably know of the MetroCentre. It was really similar to that, only the shops were different. I was sauntering around, simply looking for something to do. It was at this point I noticed that I had my pilot's uniform on, so I realised that I was on layover (staying after a flight) in this city. I found a restaurant, called "Vino & Me". It looked very professional, like a chain restaurant. You know when you have one of those dreams and you're just amazed at how real it all feels? This was one of them, for me. I could read all of the text, hear other people's conversations as they walked by me, etc. It was extremely lifelike. Anyway, I went into this restaurant, and for some reason the first thing I did was tell them that I'm the owner's friend. The guy at the door shouted to one of his colleagues, "who's on the list?", and they read out a single name. I told them that was my name. They all smiled, showed me to a table, and gave me a bunch of free food. I remember it being very nice. It was an Italian restaurant (presumably run by alcoholics, judging from the name), so I had pasta and a very nice dessert. The pasta cost £14.95, so I was very happy that I'd pretended to be friends with the manager. One weird thing was the menu itself. Half of it was written in red pen on a napkin, while the other half was a professionally-printed menu. Very strange. There were a bunch of inconsistencies like this in the dream, odd little sights which made me laugh.

When I was done eating, I turned to a window looking back into the mall. There were glass walls, so I could see everything which was going on perfectly. Two men with purple shirts on walked out and grabbed a man standing by some sort of stall. Everyone around turned and looked on, startled by the appearance of these men. They looked like security guards to me, which was likely to be the case, as two policemen showed up and assisted them in carrying the man off. The man kicked some random guy in the head as they were going, and I specifically remember the victim falling backwards onto some glass ceiling (we were on the second floor), and smashing his head open. Blood everywhere. My dreams always seem to take a dark twist at some point. At least glass ceilings were being shattered. I sat in the restaurant and burst out laughing. I don't normally have emotions in my dreams, as I'm sure most of you can relate to, but I had a fit of uncontrollable laughter upon seeing the guy get kicked in the head. I thanked the restaurant staff, and I headed out.

Next up, I went to visit Jesse Pinkman. I have no idea where that came from. He was living in a tent somewhere, it was a campsite, though, and it was very Sunny. I knocked on the door (not sure why, it was a fabric tent), and he opened it up. He was annoyed at me for some reason. I think I was supposed to be Walter White at this point, but he soon made up with me and we had an interesting discussion. Nothing important, I just enjoyed it. I said goodbye to him, then I went to visit an old friend (haven't seen him in a couple of years now), who was also living on the same campsite for whatever reason. I located his tent, and started talking to him. At one point in the conversation, I divulged to him that I was growing 4 marijuana plants, at which point he dragged me outside. What I didn't notice was that his ad was sitting out the back of the tent, and my friend was sure that he'd heard me. We walked off at this point. I'm not even anywhere near done yet, either. It gets really weird from hereon in.

Next up, we met some African girl. It's a little bit fuzzy around here, so I don't remember the details all that well, but I'll do my best. This girl was with two friends, I believe, and we basically just hung out with them for a while. We were still in the big city, just in a less central district. After a while, they drove off, when one of the kids saw their mother. The other kid said to the African girl; "forget it, she's no coming back", presumably in reference to her mother. I don't really understand the significance of this, or what it means, but it did go on for quite some time. I just don't remember this part of the dream particularly well.

After that, I was in school. I was walking out with some of my friends, when we said bye to each other. I jumped into my car, which was parked outside. Apparently I drive a Ferrari 458 Italia now. All of my friends were very impressed, and when I left them I went on a drive for a while. I remember sitting in the car, and just really enjoying the feeling of driving it. It was a very realistic part of the dream. Next, I ended up with two of my friends, sitting on a riverbank. It was more of an overhang, actually. We were about 50 feet above this lake. The water was crystal clear, and was surrounded on all sides by high banks, almost like it was a flooded canyon. We were fishing into it, but didn't have much luck, and decided that there were only a few small fish in there. That prompted my friend to jump from the cliff, and into the river. It looked really warm, so I decided to follow. It was a cartoonish moment, and I proceeded to jump, and then realised that I still had my phone in my pocket and all of my clothes on. I took my clothes off, threw my phone and bus pass out of my pocket, and I did all of this while balancing off the edge of the cliff at about a 30 degree angle. Impossible in real life, but I didn't even notice it in the dream. I plummeted down into the water, and it felt amazing. It was lovely and warm, and perfectly safe. We swam around for a while, while our other friend stayed sat atop the canyon walls. This was the last time anything in my dream was "perfectly safe".

Next up, the dodgy fish. I was walking along this sand path, surrounded on each side by water. My parents were with me, but they'd walked off ahead, looking at the sights. The water was extremely shallow, but the seabed was covered with deep-sea entities. I saw these bioluminescent (glowing) jellyfish, and when I touched them they changed colour. It looked more lifelike than ever. I saw a hole in the ground, with this miniature shark coming out of it. It had an anglerfish in it's mouth. The weird part were that both of them were tiny. The shark was probably only about 10cm long, the anglerfish obviously a lot smaller. They weren't moving at all. They just sat there. I walked around, and took a look at all of the other fish. For some reason, I was convinced that there were stonefish hiding on the floor (venomous fish, which are often fatal to humans, if you stand on them), so I was very cautious. But I waded through the shallows full of dodgy fish, just enjoying the sights. I saw my parents again, and showed them the little shark.

Now for the final part of the dream. I know that I've skipped through a lot, but most of it was repetitive. I was looking around the city for what seemed like hours, and I spent a lot of time fishing and swimming, and looking at the fish, as well. So I'm just generalising here. Anyhow, the last part is probably the weirdest. I was sitting in my room, with the door shut, on my PC. I got up to go to the toilet, opened my bedroom door, and saw two Bengal tigers sitting on the landing. One was orange, and the other was white. They were both huge. I shut the door very fast. I think my mum was at work, but my dad was downstairs, in the kitchen. I knew that I had to get down and warn him. I barricaded my door with an amplifier (I found two handguns in there- the one which I actually own, and an exact copy of it but covered in swastikas, really random), and a bunch of other stuff that I happened to have lying around my room. I jumped out of my bedroom window, onto the lower roof, and then down into the front garden. I went around the back, found my dad cooking in the kitchen, and warned him about the tigers. He didn't believe me, so I got him to look up the stairs. We have a mirror on the stairs, and we saw the tail of the white Bengal in the mirror. We shut the doors at the bottom of the stairs, and the kitchen door. I suddenly burst out with, "I know what to do!", and he looked at me. I remembered The Hangover, and decided that we needed to put a bunch of drugs into a steak. He said that I was being stupid (he has a tendency to do that- he disagrees with my ideas which are risky or a bit out there), but I decided to do it anyway. I went into the freezer, got out a big steak, and filled it with Valium. I threw it upstairs, and went back around the front, and climbed up into my bedroom. After a while, I felt the door move. I was genuinely worried; the dream felt that real. One of the tigers pushed on the doors, and I held it back. After a couple of minutes, I realised that I couldn't possibly content with a fully-grown death machine, so I released the door, sprinted for my window, and jumped out just in time. As I cleared the window, I woke up, my heart racing. I started laughing at the really long, and messed up dream. And now I'm here, writing all about it.

What I found annoying was that none of this was lucid. I still didn't notice that I was dreaming when I saw a bitesize shark, or when I had two tigers in my house, for absolutely no reason. I did enjoy it, though, and I hope you did too.