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INT. HALL IN CHILDHOOD HOME - DAY

I am Donald Trump's choice for Secretary of State (the Exxon-Mobil exec). I'm at the cork board discussing a list of other candidates for Cabinet posts with my future boss. We point and gesture at the list. I see my sleeve cuffs. The shirt i wear under my blazer is dark blue, almost black (like an SS uniform?!?!?!)

I am on a train through the Arctic. At some point the driver tries to crash the train, but fails. I spend some time at the pole, and I am offered a last tour. I refuse, but I quickly regret that.

EXT. HALIFAX - NIGHT

I watch the snowfall in a vivid city street scene--in full, overcast daylight...but it's 12 AM ADT (Atlantic Dream Time). First Halifax dream since moving here.

Bed @ 2300
Woke @ 0440

Cooler cleanup
I'm at home, looking at the street, watching as strange garbage trucks drive along my road. They've got some kind of water cannon on top near the back of the truck, and they're spraying out the trash cans they pass. Now I'm out at the street, having just brought out our large styrofoam cooler, hoping they can clean it out. Sure enough, they turn down the water cannon's pressure and spray it out well, getting into all the places I have trouble with.

Unknown test
I'm walking through a town, looking at the buildings around me. Most are fairly normal houses, but there are a couple of odd ones. Just after passing through a gate, I see a small, bright red, corregated metal dome which is maybe 5 feet across and 3 high. A couple of houses later I see another odd metal building, this one house-sized. I'm confident that "The Tower" is responsible for building them. I don't see any way in or out of either one, but I do find a switch which causes them both to rotate. I suspect there's a puzzle to be solved here, but I don't know if it's actually solvable yet, so I leave it and keep walking. Now I'm looking at three small tunnels - they're large enough for a couple of people to walk next to each other. Two of them are somehow "collapsed" and only one is open. People on strange little carts are zipping out of it. I suspect that only one tunnel can be open at any time, and that when another one is opened the current one will collapse. I don't know what would happen to the people inside, but I guess they're zipping through quickly to reduce the chances of it happening to them.

Now I'm sitting with my wife in a cafeteria, with the tunnels behind me. Sitting across from us is a man who's arranging some testing for us. He can't give us any information at all about the tests, but we have to make some choices anyway. The first choice is which of two of the tunnels to go down. My wife and I have to choose different tunnels. I ask my wife if she wants to choose, and she doesn't, so I choose the one on the right. Now, he asks me to choose either "3" or "8," and I choose 8. He tells me that, because of my choices, I'm going to be getting the paper towel test. As it happens, I've heard some rumors about this one. Someone said that it's really important not to get your paper towel wet, since you do poorly if it tears.

I kiss my wife, stand up, and head off towards a much larger central room. The testing guy is standing by the door and comments appreciatively that I must really love my wife. I tell him that Mom is British, then head into the main room. Before finding the testing area, I decide to relieve myself and head for the bathrooms. Now I'm in the bathroom, which is long and skinny, and I realize that I'm the only man in here. None of the women seem to notice me, so I don't think I could have stumbled into the wrong bathroom by mistake, but I head outside to check. Sure enough, I was in the women's bathroom, and I see there's a closed gate in front of the men's, saying that because men taking such-and-such a test are required to have full bladders, no men are currently allowed in the bathroom. I'm not pleased, but there's not much I can do about it. I realize I don't have my paper towel and head off to find the testing guy. After wandering through a couple of packed rooms (one of which is full of only young adults) and despairing about ever finding him, I finally track him down. He apologizes for forgetting to give it to me (though I wonder if even this is part of the test) and gives me a stack of supplies. It ranges from sheets of cardboard (which are each a few square feet) down to tiny somethings, along with some tools. I can't hold it as presented, so I try to put it down to reorganize it; but people keep coming up trying to help me. I finally shoo them away, get it organized, and pick it up.

Now I overhear people talking about my test. One says that it's dangerous, that some people have died, and the speaker took the 'easy' way out - something involving a knife covered in spikes - the moment it became an option. I have no idea what any of that means. Now I'm in a girls' bedroom somewhere along with a handful of kids. There's an attached bathroom, and I excuse myself to it. I hope this isn't considered cheating - but it was closed for a different test, and it's been a long time, and I still haven't started my test, and I really need to go. I try to close the door but it's not wide enough for the doorway and is inches away from latching. I look around to see if I'm missing anything, but I'm not. The kids seem to be distracted, so I decide to go ahead and relieve myself. Suddenly I get a chill/goosebumps down my left arm. I start, trying to figure out what caused it, but I can't figure anything out. My arm actually feels kind of numb - what's going on? I wake up.

BTB @ 0500
Woke @ 0715

Fragments:
A girl who wants to do something and is complaining about gender inequality.

A quick view of a place where police lineups are held: they're making stripes on the back wall using masking tape.

We're meeting Megan in a parking lot. We've pulled in, and I'm waving at her, getting her attention. Now we're in a store, and her son is causing problems (as usual).

Points: 5.5

...

So after a few days of failing to pay attention to my dream journal due to finals stress + traveling stress + attempting to recover from this stress, I unexpectedly had a lucid nightmare last night. Good times!

Dream
The basic premise was that I was watching a scary R-rated movie. Or maybe I was just hearing about it from friends who actually were into that kinda thing. I knew for sure that this wasn't something I wanted to watch.

The movie's plot went something like: a random doe in the forest was given a choice of two plants by a forest god, one of which would unleash a disease that would kill all but one creature, and the other that would... maybe not do that? Maybe kill everyone and leave not even a single survivor?

The doe, being a doe of average deer intelligence, happened to eat the first one, and thereby unleashed the plague upon herself, her nearby deer husband, and the world!!! Smashcut to the plague infecting college kids.

The plague was pretty much tailored to be horror movie material, killing indiscriminately and in various horrible ways (like one dude's eyes fell out of his face cuz of his eye sockets warping and that was pretty average), and it was basically just a bunch of friends watching each other die. So it was a lot like the typical horror/serial killer story, where characters are killed off one by one and the focus is on whoever is currently dying or whoever is in danger of dying next.

True to the forest god's promise, there was one girl who, though she was infected, wasn't torn apart from the inside by the disease the way the others were. And the dream/movie got increasingly ridiculous with its plot until the last girl was flying a small biplane for some reason under the direction of her professor and with the oversight of one of her few surviving friends, and I have zero idea how this could possibly have helped anything but maybe my brain was just out of ideas at that point.

Next, the dream/movie started over, except now I was very much in it or watching it or basically put in a position where I couldn't avoid it. It felt like I was right in there with everyone else, but there was no danger of me being infected, so it didn't exactly feel like I was part of their world. I was just trying not to watch people die despite it happening right in front of me.

I think what triggered my lucidity was the whole "being in a horrible situation and wanting to escape" thing, because next I knew I was lucid and trying to figure out what I could do about this awful dream. I was already on a rooftop by that point, now recognizing my surroundings as the 1319 area, and everything was creepy and dark and people were still dying below me (sidenote: lately I don't even remember physically flying up to rooftops when I'm lucid? it's like my brain takes that bit for granted and it just kinda gets cut out, which sucks. I used to struggle with flying and not know whether or not I could make it, but lately I don't even remember it...). Trying to fix the darkness, I said something like, "It's bright out! It's daytime!" not expecting this to work. To my surprise, light appeared instantly, followed by a glorious sunrise that bathed the street in orange. Soon it really was daytime. I was quite surprised that this had worked instantly and effortlessly, but though it made things a tiny bit cheerier the horror story was still going on in the streets below.

I think the movie played out the same way as before, and I hadn't become lucid enough to try to find a way to wake up, so pretty much the main cool thing that happened was me magically making daytime happen. Nice!

Today's dreamsign is: wanting to escape the situation being stuck in a time loop.

Went to sleep and dreamt of being in a bunk bed like when I was a kid. It was incredibly vivid.
It felt very oppressive in the pitch dark, closed in by darkness and silence in the room.
(When I was a kid and lived in the countryside it was silent and pitch dark at night).
I could then see myself 3rd person view from above, looking stark white in the dark of the room, huddled up.
In my head I was thinking "come on bring it on, do you worst!" whatever you are. And tensed for something to strike me. Nothing happened.
It was all so vivid and intense that when I woke, my mind was awake but i was still half a sleep.

So when I went straight back to sleep I was lucid.

I was inside a broken down school, there was a dark corridor with a pipe broken spraying water everywhere and broken masonery. Two boys in green school uniform were heading towards me, hands in pockets.
I thought to myself last time I was lucid I couldn't control much, so I took direct action.
Grabbing the first boy that came towards me by the face, I said take me to see the person I want to see, now!
He didn't have much say in the matter,looking at me wide eyed, he complied. We moved on and through some double doors met a giant man about 8 to 9 feet tall, wearing a blue medical gown. We were now in a hospital. He was blind and I could see wounds where his eyes had been. He was very strong, I could feel power pouring from him and without speaking I went with him (there was no need to speak).
We went along a corridor which which led into the front reception area of a large hospital.
There a large number of patients were sat in wheelchairs, in front of a row of glass doors to the exit.
The sun was shinning brightly into the entrance foyer.
The person I wanted to see was there in the closest wheelchair, her hair was fine and blonde hanging straight, she wore a silky white robe.
She got up from the wheelchair and took my hand. The giant took my other hand and we left the hospital and went out into the sun.
The site before me I will never forget. The sky , a beautiful greek blue, and the sun dazzling.
Above was the most amazing site, towering dizzily high above me was an immense floating castle.
The highest towers were in the shape of gigantic eagles. All parts of the tower were so black that it was almost hypnotic to look at them. I don't know if they were black because of the shadow from the bright sun or something else.
We flew together up, higher and higher with a feeling of great power, security and happiness washing over me. The giant was in the lead pulling me higher, then me, then she.
We went higher and higher, this bit went on for a long time, hard to describe but it was wonderful

Had two false awakenings where I tried to write dream up in journal, but was only dreaming it lol

Last night was not exactly fun. I can remember brief instances of this one; they mainly seemed to be warped situations of things that have happened to me in the last few months IRL. I am at a performance, with cover bands, but it’s as if they’re all playing to a track, not actually playing their instruments. I am expected to play piano to a Queen song, but someone takes my place. I’m at a movie theatre, about to go see a film by myself. I run into several old high school acquaintances. I’m finishing a group project and turning it in at the last minute; I think this is at my old house. The last instance was the most vivid and unfortunate. I’m sitting alone on a couch in a strange room; it’s like some parts of the wall are missing, or maybe the ceiling. It’s cloudy and grey outside. I think this place is near a lake. I see my ex-girlfriend just outside, her red hair vibrant and flowing in the wind. She is soon inside on the couch with me, and we begin to kiss and hold each other close. This is the first time I can think of that I’ve had this good of a dream about her since we broke up. In most dreams I can remember, she is cold, distant, or angry. In this one, she is welcoming, reciprocating, and affectionate. Then my friend comes in the room, acting like his usual annoying self. IRL, he didn’t like my girlfriend, and even told lies about her to my friends. This anger I feel toward him was evident in the dream. I am happy with her in this dream, and I want him out of the picture. Feelings of affection I have for her in the dream are coupled with the feelings of hatred I have for my friend. This is very similar to an instance that occurred a couple months ago IRL. But I wake up and realize, that although I’m over her, my hatred for him remains.

Similar to my last dream. Being shipped around to different places and attending small parties. At one point I met a girl who knew me and all my friends and was showing me images from our past that I had no memory of. At the very end the whole city came under attack, so I pulled out this crazy old mech that started as a hand held package then expanded out fast, got in and dropped bombs on all the shitty enemies while my friends laughed.

I was talking to andre on the phone trying to convince him that he needs to take care of his
business. He wanted to put something very important off until the next day and I insisted that he
not do that.


There was a sadhu taking pictures as a artist. There was this one scene with a Indian lady covered
in white ash with an amazing body. That scene was very provoking. I thought to myself in the dream
how could I sadhu do these kind of things with without being struck by intense desire. That the end
of the dream the sadhu spoke as if he was looking directly at the camera. I don't remember what
he said.

Last night bed 9pm - 3:30am

I remembered a dream when I woke up at night, but when I got up, I only remembered the one that came last.

I'm on a street. A car stops little further down the street and a male starts waking towards me. Black t-shirt, ripped arms, tatoos, big guy. I know I should be walking away, but I don't wanna look silly. He walks up to me, and tells me to come with them. 2 hispanic females that also got out from the car are standing nervously by the car.

My dad is just behind the corner so I start yelling for help and I make a few steps to see him getting in his car. He hears me and he comes over.

He is not really upset and I'm furious, then I realize he wants to hold the guy down while help comes. So I kick the guys feet to trip him over, knoeck him to the ground and I start calling 911. No answer. Then I call our auxilary 911 in Iraq, wtf, and the line is quiet. Everytime I say something, they guy on the other side just says "hallo"? I tell him all the info, addresses, attempted kidnapping, but all he says is "hallo". I'm luke f u and hang up. Call US 911 and finaly cops arrive. While they are putting the guy in the ambulance, I sneak a few more punches at him.

Something wasn't right. He wasn't really forcefull, but I got a feeling of danger. I remembered the kidnapping of the blond jogger by 2 hispanic females and I was so sure that these are the same people.

I only got 3 1/2 hours of sleep. Woke up to pee and when I was trying to go back to sleep I heard very loud and very clear my husbands voice telling me, "I was in a car accident". I looked at the clock and it was 12:34 which is the same time I dreamt about the other night. He has never had an accident and hopefully he never does.

I am in my room, I fly up into the air and head for Mongolia. As I am flying I decide to Zoom teleport instead of flying and get there really quickly. I land at near someone that looks like it could be the great Khan himself. I have a FA to my house, kind of, more like just a quick flash back to it and I am standing near my bed. I close my eyes and fall back to the ground, instead of mirroring out the other side where I want, I get stuck in the ground and appear right behind him.
“Is it you? Or is it just a clone?” I ask. He is startled and turns around, pulling a sword out. Startled, this is definitely the clone, the dreamer I know wouldn’t be very easy to startle. Fire flies out of nowhere from his direction. I have no way to deal with this unless I use powers! I jump behind a tree. Summoning my sword from my hand. I need to pick a stat to counter this fire. He doesn’t seem to have a limited amount of fire, completely unlimited fire, maybe unlimited breath? I dunno… I realize that my sword has been set into the ground and a hole has been created, not like the acid eating away at it, but like a teleportation ring, I wonder where it sends me. I jump in and realize that it just goes where I want it to in a 50 meter radius, but since I hadn’t decided a place, it just shot me 50 feet up in the air… I can’t survive a fall like this unless I use a stat or a non normal ability… stat… Arms max everything! I summon my sword, realizing that the ground teleport actually is my sword when it hits the ground and after use, it unsummons my sword. I use max precision and max strength to toss the sword into the ground and land in it. My momentum carries with me, so I have to choose the right place to teleport. I pick a tree around and choose that to teleport out of at him, I should be slowed down enough by the time I hit the ground with the angle. I land in the teleport and out the tree, but my angle was a bit too high. Instead of hitting the ground right before I get to him, I am heading right at him. He turns and sees me, I summon my sword and we clash swords, I push him back with the extra strength. Each time our swords clash, mine is much stronger, he learns quickly how to redirect it, and starts throwing fire at me, I realize that with his fire in this close range, I can’t hope to win. I toss my sword on the ground and jump down, appearing right behind him. I punch him in the back and he goes flying. As he flies away, he turns towards me and lets a huge wave of fire, enough to kill me if I don’t dodge. I take off away from him and my hand pushes off a boulder and I fly way faster than the fire, towards… nothing?! I realize that I am heading towards a black emptiness and I fall down into the void and back around to the other side (imagine falling out of orbit). Apparently we are on a small 50 meter by 100 meter floating platform, a plain with a few trees on one side and something that looks like mustafar on the other side, only 2 meters high (50 x 100 x 2).
I summon my sword. Mustafar could kill me, I just use it to teleport to the other side. Not much momentum, so I just come out of the other side a little ways away from Khan. I throw my sword at him. He gets his sword hand rattled, I do a quick summon and teleport to him, summoning my sword again. I know this seems tedious, so from now on, I think I will just leave it out, it flows as a quick clap clap, or just a clap if I need it. He raises his sword, but with the already off balanceness, I grasp his sword and take it from him.Chopping his head off. 7 copies of him pop up all around me and I swing both swords, chopping all the heads. Doesn’t seem to be working, but he might just be healing or something like that. I notice that they are dissipating and throw my sword down at the ground one last time, I push myself through with my arms, giving me tons of momentum, and appear right behind the last clone. He dissapears and I hear a wave of fire. I notice that all the trees are burning and something is burning through the whole area. I also notice that the huge thing we are on is now floating around a world, not just void. I found this interesting, but the fire is coming from every direction and I fall to the ground and punch through the ground, falling through to the mustafar side, when I almost land, I put the two swords together and raise them up high. I swing down with all my might (maxed out speed and strength) and just the wave of energy cuts the thing we are on in half. I am temporarily suspended between them, but then I start drifting towards one of the sides. I see Khan coming at me, his neck has healed mostly. I get on all fours and use my arms to send me across to the other side. When Khan jumps across he sends a huge amount of fire that way too. I use my sword (which I realize now is the only sword I am holding since the other one broke from the use of it (Maybe it was an ability I used of it to extend and cut that thing in half, but I don’t know). I set my sword down and leave a teleporter under me, waiting for the last moment. The fire reaches me and is almost consuming me, but then it fades, thanks to my arms shielding me and the Khan wrapped in fire, is trying to deliver a finishing blow. I am getting badly burnt in all places but my arms, and my eyes can no longer see. I wait until the khans fire first comes at me and I block with one hand and grab the portal with the other. The block throws him off balance and when I teleport through, I come right behind him and punch through the fire shield and reach his heart with an arm stab. The fire subsides (I can feel) I consider this battle won, so I heal myself and see where I am. I am stuck between the three pulls of gravity, so I reach my hands out and let fire spew from them, completely incinerating the two things, then I crush them into bits with some TK energy and there is nothing left of them. I float down to the world. It is constantly changing and shifting. I think it is because the idea of so many dreamers shaping such little dreamscape. I put my hand on the world and imagine it 10 times bigger, I can’t tell a difference, but the one city I was near is actually seven different cities far apart and changing much less. I also think about some old newspapers from Zödra, 1 million. The population of the world. That is all. I don’t think it was there before with my ideas of Zödra, but it is now. Lots less people, more places. This should keep the dream world from destroying itself. I might have to add more people later, but meh, a max of 1 million should be good. It might dwindle with all the killing that is likely to ensue with all the people realizing that it is a dream, but I can always add more later. I step into the closest city and no one seems to notice me, everyone flying and no one working anywhere. I need to make sure that we cement the currency, don’t know how to do that yet. Alarm goes off.

Through breathwork and visualising, I quickly enter a dream scene lucid.
I'm on a boat, clear blue waters are felt near my feet as I Wade out onto a grassy patch. In the distance I see a few gorillas, standing, watching.
The colours are dim, a dawn experience. A distant Hill rises above the gorilla in the background.

Many more lucid dreams follow after this. In one particular image, I am talking to a peculiar man, who's wearing a red coat, top hat and has a mischievous smile. A little like Willy Wonka.
I ask him, who created all of this?
Hehe, he replies.
You did.
ME? I say. How could I even imagine this all?
He laughs again.
Are we in a simulation or program, I ask.
You'll have to wait and see, he replies, a cheeky grin lights his face with glee.
No, please answer me, I ask.
Yes.
Whats after this? I ask (implying after death)
You've designed more to experience, he finishes and disappears.
I am left in a large room with tall French windows, and wooden floors. I look outside and see its a bright, beautiful day, so I step outside.

The dream scene changes, and this time this night. I step outside to see on the ground, numbers written in different colours with chalk.
11, 19, 7, 25, 4 are written everywhere. A street lamp on the side of the house provides the source of lighting.

Many oobe's and false awakenings follow after this, I catch them.
More dreams of flying above roof tops. Finally, the rem cycle ends at and there's no more dreams to enter.

So this was probably the most stable and most vivid lucid dream I've had so far. Maybe not the longest but it was rather long too.

I'm not entirely sure how exactly I got into the dream. I had been drifting back and forth between sleep for hours in the bed, always trying to think about visualization and WILDing, but never really managing as I always fell asleep quickly. I think this time I lost consciousness just for a very short moment and snapped back at just about the right moment.

So I was lying in a bed, had my eyes closed, and saw mostly normal phosphenia. I didn't feel entirely normal and I wanted to open my eyes and be in a dream.
So I opened my eyes, being in a state of what I'd call skeptical lucidity, I believed that I was kind of in between dream and reality. What I saw in front of me was a massive cupboard that covered the whole wall, though it was composed entirely out of drawers. My vision wasn't normal either, it's like I saw a correct main image but then much weaker and transparent copies of the main image slightly wavered around.

I left the small room and went down a hallway to the left, it was dark outside and the light was very dim. My vision normalized somewhere here. A bit down the hallway I turned left again and entered a very large staircase (5m x 5m or so, the structure was very similar to my first boarding school). Around here I tested my powers for the first time, summoning a faint green glow on my fingers. I also heard some unintelligible voices from somewhere else in the building, but I didn't really care. I wanted to fly but I still didn't trust my current state completely. Then I summoned some weird stone, it was beige and glowed somewhat white and it had levitation powers focused in it, and this is when I trusted my lucidity. Then I did something I didn't ever do before, instead of looking for an exit point or breaking the glass, I just phased through it, and by that also through one of the steel bars that were between the glass panels.

Now I was outside, floating around a bit. Either it quickly turned bright or I have a memory gap here, I'm not completely sure. Now I was in a place that was kind of city, kind of village, kind of medieval, kind of modern. Imagine a small clearing and a raised plateau in front of me, there were tables there with some stuff on them, parts of the ground were neatly layered with stone, parts were grass. Around the perimeter of that clearing were buildings which seemed kind of medieval, but the further the buildings were away, the more modern they seemed. There even appeared to be tall apartment blocks in the distance.
I remembered I wanted to do stuff with Ryuuko in my dreams. I suppose this is the time and place to elaborate on her, refer to this place: Ryuuko Drakisu | Dream-Alter-Ego and persistent DC
So I landed close to the tables on a small free patch. I remember a bearded man standing there. Think of a Nord from Skyrim, just looking better, more realistic and having less of an annoying aura. He greeted me shortly I think.

So I summoned Ryuuko kind of as an empty DC, like a model with only the most rudimentary understanding and behavior possible, which is pretty much what I wanted at this point. I think she appeared in plain sight but I'm not entirely sure. Also there were a lot of details that were wrong. Her horns were reddish and on her side, her face was just wrong and from someone else, the hair was too short and had a wrong light brown color, her skin was too dark, had freckles and actually on all places of her body except the face the skin texture was missing, it was like Vantablack. Though parts of her natural scale armor, that is on the arms and legs, seemed to be present and mostly correct, I didn't focus on their details all that much though. I think I saw her wings in a folded state too, but again didn't pay enough attention to them to tell for sure.
I told this Ryuuko model to start fixing the skin color. What it did was a bit bizarre, it touched its face with its hands and then kinda rubbed the skin color all over her body, gradually replacing the blackness, albeit the revealed skin texture was still wrong and covered with freckles, I wonder why.
At this point I also noticed she was naked and was missing her clothes.

At this point the bizarreness of what I saw made me think about what to do, and it seems my focus slipped and I lost my lucidity. Somehow me and the Ryuuko model walked into a nearby shop, where I remember seeing her one last time, still not completely fixed up. Then some people were quite frankly talking about completely irrelevant shit, some stickers and some glitter was around but I hardly want to bother remembering. I know that for some time I just observed, then I ate some of the glitter. Then I woke up, much to my dismay. Had my focus not slipped I bet I could've still done a lot more in that dream.