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Wow ok, this is pretty cool, I've always wrote my dreams in a journal but it's nice to have it on an online archive thingy. Anything, this one happened nearly 5 years ago, when I was 10.


I was up in a pink colored sky, surrounded by clouds. The fairly oddparents (characters from a kid's tv show of the same name) were up there with me. I think I looked at my left hand (the same hand I write with), and there were 6 fingers. From looking at my hand, it somehow occurred to me that the dream was a dream. Being a 10 year old, and grasping the fact that I was basically in my own fantasy world, I began to ask for things from the oddparents. I asked for a football first, then a coke, then I asked for my dog Chico (who, in real life, we had to give away) back. But when I saw Chico, he was rotting from the middle of his stomach down and his eyes were a pale color....that was when I woke up, and I was kind of terrified.

It was cold morning. I was wearing a black t-shirt and brown trousers. I was going towards a bus stop. I waited for a while, and then a redhead woman drove to me in almost fully transparent car made out of crystal. I entered it, and we drove away.

Time: 4:00am

I sit in a light big basket and I jump to descend on the hill like place from a tall building. I am not going to crash but to land gracefully. It is going to a area which I am not comfortable to land I use my hand to reach one of the pointy structure and push it down to move myself up and land to another place. After two or three more pushes finally I descend to an watery place where I can jump into the water. After I land, I don't want to jump because, some people are bathing. One guy asked me, why I didn't jump. I say I don't want to disturb others especially I see a small boy swimming in the water with two more adults. The guy who received my reply smile. I wakeup and realise it is a dream.

Feel: It is a flying dream. I could have realized it is a dream.

Sleep start time:10pm.
Dream time: Not known ~ midnight.

One person say the dog is following you. A tall - my knee height dog started to chase me. I wish to chase the dog but the dog is faster, it seems it can run circles around me. After its attempts two 0r three from the dog, I felt disturbed and slightly irritated. I kicked the dog [at the same time my leg kicked physically and woke up from the bed]. I feel the dog is not at all vicious.

Feelings: I realise it is a dream.I chuckled and thought I should have realized that is a dream.

Going back to bed.

Last night I had 2 non lucid dreams. Both were well... Dark and kind of depressing. I was a little sad last night as I went to bed because my skate board broke that day.

I was at a resturant sitting in a hard uncomfortable chair. The chair had no coushining and was made of metal. I was with my family waiting for food to arrive while sitting around a small table that looked like it belonged outside on a deck instead of in a resturant. While waiting three strangers approached us. The first one was a girl with curly dark brown hair. She told us that we had to leave because the table was hers and her friends. I said no and she responded by saying that she already had food there. Then I told her that to leave because she was lying. She walked away and her other friend approached me yelling to get out of the seat. I stood up and shouted back, telling him to leave or I would make him. Eventually after using some profane language they all walked away out of a door. After that the dream warped until I was outside a large glass sky scraper.

I was sitting in the dark by a Tree so I was in complete shadows. I got the sense that I was hiding from something or something. Then 2 mustang cars pulled into a parking lot near the sky scraper. The first car was red and looked like an older model. The second car was a Crome grey and was a newer more modern model. Once stopped a man got out of the first car. He had some facial hair and messy brown hair. Then I spotted my brother crouched behind what looked like a palque with some writing on it. I tried to sneak over to him, but the man who had gotten out of the red car spotted me. He started to yell at me and ran over to My brother and I. I felt guilty for giving away his position. When the man got over to he was now screaming at us. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bullet to a gun. This caused me to become very scarred. I yelled for help, saying someone had a gun. I think I was yelling for my dad. Then I forced my self to wake up.

This is my second dream of the night I don't remember it as much as the first one. I was sitting on a stool in an poorly lit bar. Some other people were sitting next to me. No one said anything nor looked at anyone else. I'm not sure what happened next, but I was in my house. Is was extremely dark and I ended up stumbling on someone who was sleeping on the floor. I wasn't sure why he was there, but I guesses that he was drunk r something. Taken I heard my dad say not to wake the person sleeping on the floor. I didn't see my dad, I just heard him. I tried lying down in a chair, but everything I mover or made a sound the man would grunt or roll over. I didn't wank to wake him in fear of what he might do. After that I think I woke up.

Also I recognized my first dream sign after writing this. It's being around my family. In almost all of my dreams there's atleast one member of my family in it.

In which Igor Stravinsky attempts to escape from my chicken yard...

I'm inspecting the run of my chicken coop to discover how an opossum is entering and eating the eggs. I raise the flap to the veg garden and Igor Stravinsky sticks his head out. He can wriggle himself out of the opening enough as far as his waist, but he can't yet free his arms or climb out. He is shirtless and angry, balding and dirty. He keeps opening his mouth to scream, but no noise comes out.

I look at the chicken wire and see that he will shortly break his way free. I run.

I'm in the yard of a prison. I'm running towards the building. The door is locked. I run through covered outdoor corridors and up and down stairs trying all the doors. Finally I find one that is open. I enter the building and shout at employees to secure the chicken yard before Stravinsky escapes. They look up at me but do not move or speak.

I try to run more but my legs stop working. The best I can do now is kick my legs up so that my elbows contact my knees as if I'm doing an aerobics workout.

In which a crater in my face is a wasp nest.

There is a small crater in my left cheek. It looks like a belly button: an indentation in my face with folds of skin inside. Something is stinging me from inside. I put my fingers on either side of the crater and pull it open to its widest. There are wasps burrowed into the folds of skin. I grab one with my thumb and forefinger and pull it out by its wings, but the wings break off and its body burrows further. It continues to sting me. I grab it again and pull it out. It hurts, but I also feel an immense relief, as if I've released pressure from a boil. There are too more wasps in the crater, and I remove them also. Then I look in the mirror and see that the crater is a nest that they built in my face as I slept.

Morning of August 5, 2015. Wednesday.



More. There is always so much more. Just when I had finished “The Macaroni and Spaghetti Mystery - Solved?” (August 4, 2015), the Source decides to start playing with me again and confirm at least some of what I already knew, yet alarm me with another end-of-the-world dream. It carries much the same theme as “Explosion on the Sun” (April 26, 1972). I believe, just as with an atomic bomb, a catastrophic CME mostly only represents the waking process and the transition of energies between different levels of consciousness. I know this from “A Place in the Sky” (November 26, 2014) where I was able to “pause” the nuclear event (though it was still occurring extremely slowly, though so slowly as to not be perceivable or represent any kind of a threat) and thus my dream did not end and it became more vivid (though not quite to apex lucidity - though it did not “need” to be) and longer than usual.

In this dream, I am living with my family in a completely unfamiliar building. My mother is alive again and there are a few bags of books apparently from the library. We llive on the first floor of a building that seems somewhat commercial as the windows are like glass walls. The residence seems to be in a larger city. Along with books, there are also some music CDs and movies. For some reason, I find myself looking for a certain CD and cannot find it anywhere. I also note the variety of books, some quite large. I say something aloud about wandering why she had checked out so much as she will not have time to read all these books, or in fact, even finish one of them.

However, I realize that Zsuzsanna had also likely checked out several items from the library, including several children’s books. There are at least four larger bags full and I continue to search for something I was sure was there before but cannot find it now (recurring dream situation).

Meanwhile, around this same time period, there had been some solar flare and aurora activity that was not threatening in any way. It seems to have stopped. The time seems to be just after noon.

I notice one very odd DVD cover, a movie I am not familiar with and I am very surprised my mother had checked it out, as it looks like a very amateurish adult (X-rated) movie. I then see that the unlikely DVD had somehow duplicated itself so that there are now two copies, though this does not trigger lucidity. The cover is extraordinarily ugly and disturbing and vaguely reminds me of a vampire theme (though is more lamprey-like facially). It features a girl with a huge perfectly circular mouth, so large as to almost be twice its normal size and it almost seems I can make out gills on the inside (on each side). I find myself staring at this imagery in a typical “frozen” surreal dream event (similar to “Dennis the Cyclops” from June 1, 1988). The “lamprey girl” apparently seems to only serve as an oral sex vessel in the movie (I assume), though this does not make much sense in afterthought, as her mouth is far too large to be able to give pleasure in any way. As I continue to gawk at this horrendous image, an unknown female (possibly an implied secretary or nanny) comes into the room and asks me about the solar flares and CMEs, as she says “the sky is flashing again”.

I go out to the front room and notice that the sky is indeed flashing (that is, the light in the room is cycling as brighter and dimmer in perfect timing). I look out and see a very vivid and realistic scene of strips of plasma coming down from the clouds and setting things on fire when they hit. It seems like it may be the end of the world. Through the glass walls on the opposite side of the room, I see Julia (from “Under the Dome”) running towards our building with her side on fire and smoke coming out. (This scene was obviously influenced by the “Ejecta” episode of “Under the Dome” though it is not her that is killed by the fire.) I first thought she was my wife (before she got closer to the windows) but then I realize my wife is probably safe inside. Still, I wonder how long this will last and if it really is the end.

Shift. I remember the entry “The Macaroni and Spaghetti Mystery - Solved?” and realize what I wrote was correct, though there is more. Though macaroni does indeed represent the human brain (because of its appearance) and implied mental energies, “macaroni” is also an in-dream play on “my corona” (my crown). This causes me to reflect on another layer of “As the Worm Turns” (May 17, 2014). The worms falling out of my hair and becoming dried elbow macaroni are a play on the loss of “my corona” (my crown) in that I was leaving the dream state and no longer the king (though I was not lucid in that dream anyway - it was just more vivid than usual).

Also, the typical day-to-day precognitive layer follows (though as stated before I do not always document it online); my wife opened a letter from the library shortly after my dream and it said she had one overdue CD - which included songs from the “Twilight” (vampire) movie. I had no way of knowing this otherwise.

This also influenced me to have another look at “Dennis the Cyclops” due to it reminding me of the “lamprey girl” to some extent. Here are my words from that entry from my dream of June 1, 1988: “The ‘Dennis the Menace’ comic prior to this date was a gag where he said 'Guess what, mom! All the mirrors in the house look like ME!’ (and the one on this date - not yet seen at the time - having him ask Mr. Wilson, who is digging, 'Who buries the worms here in the first place?’ - nothing I know of relating to any 'explanation’ for this imagery other than the eye being partly mirror-like).”

Note the “worms” play again right after the unusual reference to what could be a play on Universal Mind (“All the mirrors in the house look like ME!”). Also, June 1, 2001 (not only exactly thirteen years after my dream but also exactly thirteen years after the “worms in the ground” panel he drew) is when Hank Ketcham, the artist of “Dennis the Menace”, passed away.

Night of August 5, 2015. Wednesday.



I offer my humble apologizes for the title as it is a rather groan-worthy pun.

I am hovering out over the ocean in late afternoon it seems near what I assume is a four stacker liner. It is quite vivid and I am lucid but decide to just see what is going on and remain passive. Looking more closely, I see a series of portholes on the side of the ship. However, each round porthole is filled with one large human eye in a long perfect series as if either the ship is miniature or the people aboard are giants. Still, this would not be possible due to the fact that human heads could not be in that cramped a space or that close together as implied. I start thinking about what this means to me and remember the pair of large exotic green eyes that moved about on the wall when I was five (in my Rose Street apartment) and how it represented my dream girl before I met her in real life. I tie it in with the liner dreams and reflect on how lucky I have been since early childhood. I relax and feel a sense of peace regardless of the surreal imagery.

I am later walking around noticing there are no people in the immediate setting. I am at first thinking I am aboard the liner, unrealistically rendered as featureless (other than the floor and the portholes) to some extent, noting a series of circular portholes to my right as I am walking by them. However, I notice that the series of what I thought were portholes have somehow smoothly transformed into a series of front-loader washing machines without that much of a change in overall appearance. I am not aboard a ship now. I must be at a laundromat somewhere. I find myself amused at the concurrent transitions around me though wonder if the “giant beings” in the implied ship were some sort of spiritual manifestation related to purity of thought.

I'm running twords a slope and all around is dirt. I'm running with someone I don't know who. And I see an acquaintance coming up as I am running.

In the other part of the dream I have to drive to a cheer leading event...

Ok I remeber i was in a space ship and we crashed into another planet. then after doing somethings I don't quite remember, the ship was fixed and we had new recruits. In the ship we had 8 passanger seats. I didn't know where to sit so I asked one of my recruits, Liara, "Can I sit beside you?" and she said alright and I sat beside her.
In the ship our recruits were Aliens (like those kind of Aliens in Mass Effect, Asari, Krogan and Salarian)
Our mission was to destroy gigantic robots on planet earth. So when we landed on planet earth, the sky was redish, and there were huge robots destroying the city.
We began going towards one of the robots, then I see a shiny blue colored orb floating in the air infront of me.
I asked what this is, and Kaiden said, "This is confidence. the more confidence we have, our chances of defeating these robots will become better."
"Um...Ok?" I grabbed the orb and began running towards one of the Robots. I used this grabber thingy (like the one batman uses sometimes) and i grabbed hold on the robots foot, and as I began to attack the robot, the dream ended...

Outside of my grandmothers house was a large gathering of people, I thought could I be dreaming then I did a nose reality check. I was dreaming but I thought how could I be dreaming everything is so real. Then I thought about flying showing the dream characters that I could.I quickly returned to the ground fearing that I would fly too high up into space.

This is unusual because I am usually not afraid of heights with in lucid dreams.Then I had the idea that my girlfriend gave me about using a broom to fly within the lucid dream.I quickly found a broom and used this to fly very fast and accurately with ease.After enjoying this for a while I returned to the ground and decided to walk around the dreamscape and explore. I started to walk towards a hotel like building then I noticed there was a huge movie projector playing with in this field.

I looked at this movie playing with amazement thinking wow have I seen this movie before this is so real, I could not believe it. Actually this lucid dream was so real unlike any other that I continuously kept doing reality checks just to make sure that I was still dreaming.

This particular lucid dream was very stable and so clear and vivid indistinguishable from waking reality.I explored this hotel/movie theater for a while then I woke up.

Me and my brother were in this room listening and receiving some kind of advice or teaching from a Indian sadhu. As he was speaking he pulled out some marijuana and we participated in a smoking ritual. I felt honored to be able to do this and smoking greatly heightened awareness.

Me and my brother were hanging out some place in India around a large gathering of people as if we were at some kind of a festival. I commented to my brother saying India is absolutely amazing. I remember feeling the vibe being clear and carefree.

I was at the very top of a large tree. I wanted to get down but had no way of doing so.Eventually I did get down but it was extremely frightening.

I remember me and my brother walking at night time to a restaurant. I commented how I wanted to smoke some cannabis so that I could sleep that night.

I will be recording this one quickly. Didn't have time this morning, and I'm off to bed in a few minutes.

Non-lucid, still. My old reality check was with my old watch, and my new watch hardly appears in my dreams for whatever reason. I need to formulate a better plan.

I was at school, and we were watching a movie. It was a school I had never been to before, but of course in the dream it felt normal. I don't remember if I was in high school or college in the dream, but I think it was college.

I was also late to my next class because I was working on putting together a project - in my sleep-hazed words (in my physical dream journal that I keep next to my bed), the verb I used was "packaging" a project. I do remember something about plastic bags, now that I think about it.

Then I somehow had this girl's iTunes card, a girl I knew IRL waaaay back when I was in middle school. I have no idea how I obtained said card.

Weird stuff, eh? I've been getting a lot better with my reality checks and *sort of* better with recall so we will see how the next few weeks go. It will be a lot harder to do this during the school year, but that won't stop me this time!

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i remember being SEMI-lucid and it was blurry plus it was hard to move around. i walked slowly forward feeling like i was drunk or something, i was struggling to keep it lucid while it slowly drifted to black......................