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I was hanging out with my friend who has kindof dumped my recently IWL partly because he is going through some serious stuff with his own family and he is having a change of lifestyle. I am kindof happy this is happening because his attitude is different from mine. He likes fast cars, alcohol, cigars and women whereas I do admit I like all those things too but would rather not go there. So he was there and I think this hightened my awareness in the dream because he was running after wasps hitting them and then squeezing them but they would not die properly and were flying over to me to sting me. I was trying not to get angry even thoough the situation was crazy. I started telling him that if we are nice to beings in the world we can make a big difference but he just continued on. The next thing the same story just magnified into a full on War. I was protecting a group of people while a chopper landed in front of us. A load of men came out with full armour and some kind of machine gun I had never seen before. They captured the people and I managed to get away. They were not looking for me they were looking for the indigenous people to wipe out the spiritual culture and bring on the industrialisation. It was an Avatar type thing. I was suprised at how brave I was and not a bit scared. This makes me think that I must have had some level of lucidity but not recognised it was a dream. This is still taking things a little too seriously and fighting for a cause. I have a sense still that there is something to change and not fully in the dream. I then ran up a number of floors in an office block to let them know and try and find someone official. Of course this is a classic dream sign of running around in circles and not becoming lucid.

Some big catastrophe happened & I was living in this big mansion & it had beautiful grounds. The only person I recognized was one of my twin daughters, Ashley. We were trying to deal w/ a lot of people trying to get us to give them supplies but our supplies were running out. I felt terrible that I couldn't give more because they assumed that we were lying to them due to the big house but we just didn't have very much left & this was about survival. It was a constant battle to try to keep these ppl out of our house & off of the property. I had this sense of dread that we were going to die if they managed to get in & take the last of our supplies. I was very glad when I woke up but I wish I had become lucid so I could have used this nightmare to my advantage.

I am in an office like one of my old jobs. It's a large room with a maze of cubicles but the walls are low enough that you can see everyone. I am in the corner of the room, so I am in a good position to see everything in front of me. I have two computer monitors. On the left one, there is a text editor showing a dense spaghetti of code. On the right one, there is a complicated-looking scene in a 3D-modelling program. But only I know that these are not running programs. They are screenshots that I have set as my desktop background so as to look like I am busy. I am actually tinkering with my phone, but look up when a coworker addresses me.

His name is David. He is talking with another coworker named Adam. David asks me: "Is it LGBT or GLBT? Adam thinks it's GLBT, but that's wrong, isn't it?"

I reply: "Why don't you look it up from the source?" I know that LGBT is the more popular form, at least around these parts. But asking me isn't the best way to get the answer.

They both ignore my suggestion. Adam seems bent on using GLBT. He is a community liason. He is replying to a post on the company forums. I turn my attention back to my phone. I'm trying to close the current app, which is a browser open to the same company forums. But it's not responding. After submitting his post, Adam comes around to me and goads me to read it. I show him that I can't open it on my phone because I'm not logged in, and anyway my phone seems to be hung. He looks at my computer screens are realizes that I am "busy" so instead he returns to his desk to read his post aloud.

He has used the initials GLBT to form his own acrostic. I conceal a cringe. He then goes on to make some statement about not ending with irony, and he lists a few author's names. The one that jumps out at me is "Robert Irving." Do I know that name? (In recall, I would conclude it's a confusion of Robert Frost and Washington Irving.) Adam seems to be building to a reasonable point but then he ends with something like: "and that puts me right next door to your girlfriend." Oh. A personal slam. Great.

Now, David comes around to my desk and asks what I'm working on. I point to my phone, indicating that I am slacking off. David is a bit more savvy, so I can confide this to him. But just to indulge him, I open up a real program on my computer. As it loads, I explain that it's a first-person scene, so you don't even see the main character. But when the program opens, it's an animation in third-person. I realize I've been slacking off so much that I don't even remember what the software is supposed to look like. David and I both shrug. Meh, whatever.

Adam returns, asking for David's help again. He wants to print out his post, so he's asking how to take a screenshot. David admonishes him, saying he should just print it as text instead of capturing an image. They start arguing again. It boils down to a misunderstanding of words -- between take a screenshot and snap a screenshot. Adam says if he wanted an image, he would have said snap. He knows he just wants text, and that's what he means by take a screenshot. It's just a failure of communication.

I try to avoid getting involved, but they wrap me in nonetheless. David looks at me and compels me to explain to Adam that he is wrong. I sigh. I didn't think it at the time, but in recall I could summarize my displeasure with a bit of Shakespeare: "Words, words, words."

As I write this, I follow my own earlier advice to "look it up from the source." So, looking up the context of that line from Hamlet, I find that it suits my feeling even better than I thought. I reproduce it here:

Spoiler for Hamlet, Act II:

POLONIUS
...What do you read, my lord?

HAMLET
Words, words, words.

POLONIUS
What is the matter, my lord?

HAMLET
Between who?

POLONIUS
I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

HAMLET
Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here
that old men have grey beards, that their faces are
wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and
plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of
wit, together with most weak hams: all which, sir,
though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet
I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for
yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab
you could go backward.

POLONIUS
[Aside.] Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't...

Back to the dream. I start to explain that it's just a misunderstanding. Adam is from a different part of the country and their idioms are a bit different. I don't know if that helps at all. Either both of them are satisfied with this explanation or else both of them are unsatisfied and leave to continue their argument elsewhere. In any case, they leave my desk, which is what I wanted.

Once again, I return my attention to my phone. I discover why I can't close the app. It's not an app. It's a screenshot of an app that I set as the home screen background. Caught in my own trap.

A new group of coworkers enters the scene to my right. They are led by a manager, who is not my boss but senior to me. She is a dead-ringer for Michelle Obama. She approaches my desk and asks: "Are you coming to The Show of a Thousand Shows with us? It's optional but I've organized this as a team-building activity."

I make eye contact with her and then look at my "busy" computer screen, which also leads her eyes their too. "Gee, I dunno..." implying it would be a big imposition to my work. I wait a beat, so that the effect sinks in. "Well, I suppose if it's for the team..."

She acts relieved and thankful that I conceded to her intention. Maybe I played her perfectly and earned a favor. Or maybe she was playing me. It is imprudent to count the score too early. But in this moment, I feel like I have successfully manipulated her.

I stand out of my chair and make a big to-do about collecting my things. I drop my briefcase, and out of it spills a half-filled bag of white bread. It's now all smushed and crumbled. I look to the manager. "You'd better go ahead. I'll clean this up and catch up to you." She agrees and the group starts off back to the right.

I pick up the crumbs and walk them over to a large trash bin on the opposite side of the office. That done, I turn back toward the exit. In see enter yet another coworker. Her name is Sarah. She has dark hair. She wears a tight-fitting pair of black dress pants and matching black blazer. She carries her bag to her desk to my left. Now this is interesting. I wouldn't mind spending some time with Sarah.

"Are you coming to this Show of Shows?" I ask.

"No." She replies flatly, but continues. "What's it about anyway?"

"I don't know." I ponder for a beat. "Maybe it's about dreams..." I become lucid, but The Dreaming collapses quickly as I laugh at myself for this late realization.

I'm playing an old-school side-scroller type video game. You play as this ninja dressed in all black with a red belt and scarf. You can move, roll, crawl, jump, flip, etc, and the character, while everything is pixelated, does a good job of looking like he's animated fluidly. There is a magical talking punching bag that teaches you how to play. The talking punching bag explains how you can preform a fast attack with 'A' button and a slow attack with 'B' button.

I think this was the first video game dream to ever show a game controller or even reference the fact that it was a game, and that I was playing. I think it was a gamecube controller.

If you press 'A' several times, you fill up a combo meter, and the more this is filled up, the more powerful your 'B' attack will be. I also take note that the game handles range well, if your a little bit closer to the target you'll automatically use punches, while if your a bit farther away, you'll use kicks that have a bit more range.

...

I'm now on the third to last level. There are three temples (large pagoda styled buildings visibile from the world map.) The first one is green, the second red and white, and the third, gold. This one was a plant-themed boss. The next one was a fire and ice themed boss, and the final boss was in the gold temple. I also remember the game having some storyline about you rescuing your girlfriend/wife, but I think it was building up to a plot twist.

There were some platforming challenges, you had to jump on these mossy stone blocks to avoid falling into a pit of thorns. Then some green ninjas appeared and I fought them. I then became the character of the game and the pixelated reality became three dimensional. I started to become lucid and started to walk around in the third dimension. The path up to the temple was now a spiral. There were some more ninjas, but I think they disappeared before I could fight them.

I came up to the top of the spiral and the dream got really good in terms of clarity. I climbed up upon a mound of sand (dream sign), and looked around. The game world was still projected in three dimensions. I saw the other two temples, but the green one that I was at was now gone. The two remaining temples were atop rock towers that put them above the terrain. Below, the ground looked like a wasteland. Rocks, and a couple dry riverbeds with some mountains in the distance.

I turned my attention back to the area surrounding me. The cobblestone path that led up to the mound of sand. Around me were these large trees that grew straight up leading to a small, tidy canopy of pale green leaves. Below them were clusters of bamboo, vines and ivy, and weird bulbous thorny plants that had been hazardous back in the early part of the dream where things were two dimensional video game. I feel like there was a metal bench partially overgrown and swallowed by the ivy. I feel like there was this huge stone skull (15 feet across) with plants coming out of the eyes and mouth, and a huge broken stone teapot. (Bigger than the skull) buried somewhere in the woods.

I then turned to the sky. The sky graduated from bluish green on the horizon to a dark purple directly above. There was a ringed planet and at least two moons. I remember one of the moons looked farther away. It looked like Mimas with a single huge crater. The other had highly contrasted terrain. Light ground and dark craters. Closer examination caused my vision to zoom in and see active lava fields in the craters. The gas planet was pretty small compared to what I usually get where the thing takes up half the sky, and I didn't really focus on it, but even with its small angular size in the sky, I could see the cloud bands and rings.

I remember thinking to myself: "How can dreams do this? How is it that in waking life, I can hardly solve a simple math problem, but at night, I can dream up something as marvelous and complex as this?" After all, your brain is just a computer, with neurons in place of circuits. What kind of power do you need to synthesize a world like this?

Well I didn't come to any conclusion. I just wound up sinking into the mound of sand that had a tunnel under it. I remember when I was a kid, my parents told me never to dig a tunnel on the beach and crawl into it as it might cave in and I will suffocate. And sure enough, as soon as that happened, the cave fell in on my gut and I couldn't get out. I tried to reach my cell phone but couldn't. I remember thinking that I had this cool new holographic phone.

I woke up.

No recall as I had to be up super early today

I do not know why, but I have to drive a car to go somewhere ... I drive a car on a highway with little traffic, I have no visibility and I move without knowing what I'm doing. The situation overwhelms me a lot and I wake up

With a group of classmates we drove to a course of some kind, which was conducted in a school on the other side of country. We were there with a teacher - an attractive blonde woman. We left our stuff in rooms - they had a bed and a wardrobe for each person. These rooms were suited for two people. Then we went to the classes - there were more groups from other schools. Everyone took their seat, I found a nice spot behind a column within my group, but the lecturer - a dark haired woman in late thirties, told me to sit down someplace where she'll see me.

It was evening after the lecture, my group went to a local bar. I decided to go back to my room. Going through the hallway I saw the door to teachers room. It had small windows through which I could see her room. It was the same as mine, though it was suited for one person. She was sleeping in her bed, lying completely naked on her bed sheets.

I realized that I have my laundry scattered around bathroom and went to take it. I got a dark blue hoodie, jeans trousers and a purple t-shirt. I took them and tried to go to my room, but then the door to teachers opened. I hidden behind the corner, though I dropped my t-shirt. Someone wandered on the upper floor (stairs were nearby, I could see a woman from room service), teacher looked at the t-shirt and complained about incompetence of room service.

I went to my room and got surprised - someone added five more beds to my room. There were people sleeping there, and a man in a gray suit. We started to argue, in the end I called him an idiot and threatened with throwing him into a bear-pit.

Dream journal entry 5/4/16

Just trying to get my latest most vivid dream down before I forget..I dreamt that I was living in a tower block and my gf was there but she had gone off to another floor to visit an old friend (her ex I do believe) I think she was trying to get weed from him possibly. For some reason I had access to either the intercom or one of thier phones like I Was using it to bug them and was listening in to thier conversation about guns and drugs so pretty serious!
Fast forward to another part of my dream where I'm at some kind of mixed Muslim/ Catholic wedding and the priest is joking about the differences between the two faiths saying in Catholicism Israel is recognised but not in Islam I was spying on people using thier phones as transmitters bugs here btw and had got some important info from the discarded phone of a Muslim attendee.

Fast forward again and I'm outside a flat (another tower block) and it is painted blue with like the golden stars of the European flag on it aswell as some crude anti semitic graffiti of Nazi symbols and the phrase 'kill the Jews'..skip forward again and there are some Muslim youths chasing another none Muslim white youth on the street but he manages to evade them and they turn thier attention to some Muslim women who are carrying assault rifles. It was about here that I had to wake needing the toilet and eager to make my first dream journal entry since October 2012 a full 3 and a half years ago!

This was a lucid dream from a evening nap.

I was inside what was suppose to be a room inside my house. The room that Dawn use to appear in a lot. We've changed rooms so many times that I'm just gonna stick with "the room that Dawn use to appear in a lot". Anyways my older brother handed me a manga and told me that I should be proud that I kept it clean from random doodles on the page. I said "yeah"happily as I looked at the book but when he left I just got a impulse to draw a chibi than drew it on the side. I than joked about it with someone who was in the room. However, while I was there I got subtle hints I was in a dream. The biggest one was probably that my dog that died before appeared. I have a feeling he spoke too.

After I realized I was lucid I walked upstairs and Eye appeared. There was also this silent life like white doll character around. I observed her for a bit. She was acting like a little girl in subtle ways but her quiet, calm personality stood out. I tried not to focus on her though and spoke to Eye who was flying around. He seemed like he was paying attention to what I had to say more so I was content.

Something funny that I almost forgot to mention is that I ended up downstairs randomly somehow and had to walk back upstairs. Although I noticed I was naked and wet like I came out of the shower. I laughed and told Eye to shut the door and to close the windows. Which he did. XD After looking in the mirror , having clothes appear on me, than changing my focus to Eye who I began talking to again, I got the urge to see if Dawn would appear.

I got a little uncomfortable feeling from being in the same place as the quiet doll character so I used it to make the scene than opened the door randomly and started running out screaming that the doll was gonna get me. I felt the world get a water color paint like feel now but ignored it. I didn't see Eye coming after me but felt the doll like character trying to get a hold of me. But as I flew in front of the house her presence disappeared. I waited a few seconds than started flying away. "If they chase me or find me so be it but if not than I'll just go along with whatever happens" I thought. But than I felt the sky getting darker and quickly a huge gust of wind appeared.

It blew me and I could feel someone grabbing at me again. I started calling for help again but stopped and tried taking the fight as a challenge. I tried blowing the doll like character away from me but after the wrestling I appeared on a bed with a light yellow blanket on it. It was in the room that Dawn use to appear in a lot. I felt something behind me and no matter how I fought back the character who was wrestling with me put me down. It started to tie thin belts that kept me on the bed too.

"This is my dream! I'm the strongest and snapping this belt will be like snapping a twig!"I thought. But when I tried to push forward I was pushed back and it secured me onto the bed more."aggh...Fine"I thought. After thinking about the situation I remembered that when Eye was a handle in the beginning I used love, good thoughts and friendship to win against his hot tempered behavior. "Change it with love, just like Eye" I thought than pushed the secure belts toward my face and kissed it. The belts began to disappear and suddenly I could sit up.

I got up and as soon as I started walking the doll like character, who was close to my height now, followed right behind me. So close it was like she wanted to fuse with me or something of the sorts. I had this happen with another character in a recent somewhat freaky lucid dream. I looked behind me at the character who was turned away from my face and kissed her. No, I don't like girls and will always prefer boys but the only reason I kissed the doll like character was to make it known that I was going to be kind to the character that wanted to be apart of me in a way.

I than asked if it was Eye and it said no so I walked a little bit more and observed as it followed me so closely than kissed it on the cheek. Now It was a cute doll to me. Almost has the same personality as Dawn when he is quiet but hm. I'll try finding him next time. ^w^

Dream
It was me, a girl and a group we belonged to. The world had a certain feel to it and I had the perfect analogy before but I've forgotten... Like sort of steam punky but very 21st century, possibly like Shadowrun? Though not quite as dark.. The girl in our group got captured, she was in debt and some mobsters had taken her slave to pay it off. I think it was about $50k? I tracked her down to a club place and led her outside, she hopped on a motorbike which was driven by another girl from our group. She drove her away back to our base while I stayed. I turned to head back into the club, I had to talk to the boss man and sort out paying her debt off. The man was easily recognizable, he slightly resembled my friend Jareth in his facial features but not quite. He wore a yellow jumpsuit with white lines down the side, it stood out quite a bit. I think I lost him at one point and found my friend Daniel who pointed me to the downstairs area of the club to find him. I head down the steps, the guy is hiding from a steam-punk swat team that showed up. I start talking to him, he's go blood dripping down his face from an encounter he already had with the cops. "About the debt of my friend... I want to help pay it off. I can.. Be hired, to take out people for you" I felt a bit bad about it, I'm apparently quite powerful and I didn't want to kill anyone. "Uhh shit, yeh she's got a big debt to pay" he responds. I point over at the nearing swat team, the scene is a bit different now since we're outside and he's hiding in the back of a truck that has its door open. "I can take them out, how much will you give me per head?" I think we come to an agreement, so I hop off the truck and draw a futuristic looking katana into my left-hand (I'm left-handed). The swat team lines up and slowly encroach towards me, I'm just walking towards them at a casual pace now.. I dive forward swiftly and slash at the man, the swat team members all wear this incredibly thick black metal armour. I'm able to cut through it at the joints, I aim at the mans legs and dismember them both in one swipe. I move on to the next and draw a second (normal-looking) katana into my offhand. I start hacking and slashing wildly, they've opened fire but the bullets just seem to miss me completely. I'm completely unafraid of the bullets, as if they're bending around me by my will, allowing me to brutally murder the entire swat team. I then wake up

I liked this dream, had a cool theme to it and a pretty awesome story. Like how the main character had an interesting perception of good and bad, he was willing to protect his friend and pay off her debts by killing for the bad man who she was in debt to, rather than just killing the guy. Shows that he was willing to resolve the issue in an 'official' manner (despite it all being against the law, which he clearly doesn't abide by). I just found him interesting, even though I was essentially him in the dream. I wonder if I'd make decisions like that?

There are many dreams and many different worlds which people create. Dream worlds they are called. But there is one dream world that is different from all the rest. I call it simply the dream world but I don't know its real name. I do however know what it is like to be there in that place. Like most other dream worlds one can be lucid or aware of the fact they are dreaming when they are there. But there is a tangible difference. I could never really describe it but I could feel it. The very air, the scenery everything just felt different. It wasn't long till I discovered some of the differences of that place. You could feel any pain while there and if you said or did anything that seemed out of the ordinary you would be immediately chased. That world was as much of a danger as it was a mystery. Why did it exist? Why could I go there sometimes when I dreamt? I really don't know the answer. The only thing I did learn was how to blend in and disappear if discovered. It was a skill that took many years learning to control and it came after only much abuse. Being shot, being cut, being stabbed. It never hurt like it did in real life but I still felt it. Do you ever know what it is like to feel a saw cut you? Oh sure it felt more like a metal rod was dragged across my skin but that's not bothered me. It was the image of blood dripping from my arm that always kept me from getting back to sleep that night. But it was experiences that taught me something don't get caught and if you do hid, run, or fight. I also learned what I could control and what I could not. In my regular dreams I could do anything but in the Dream World I was limited. The were certain things one could do and things one could not. I also discovered other dreamers could come to this world and they like me were hunted. I also discovered that unlike me most choose when they dreamed of that place. I eventually could do this too but it was mostly a skill I learned to stop going there. I still end up in that world every now and again but things are different now. I have learned. I now know things about that place that I can only guess few others do. I also make it my duty to protect anyone who is in trouble. I think this is mostly cause I wish there was someone who rescued me. I really don't know. All I do know is that it's a world were dreamers like me aren't meant to go.

4/3/16
Dream 1: I was underwater or diving into water I feel. I am pretty sure this was related to some sort of video game playing but the details escape me.

Dream 2: I was walking around my dream version of Sydney road with my Chinese teacher as we were going past a whole bunch of chinese shops. I started talking to him about names, and how they were different or not different or some dodgy stuff like that. He didn't seem to get what I was saying, and neither did I tbh.

Dream 3: I was basically on the set of Top Gear as they were doing some sort of stunt. They each had an old sports car, a Ferrari, a Lamborghini and something else, maybe a Porsche, which they were drag racing in. James May was driving the Ferrari and expected to win easily however the other two shot past him. He complained about it afterwards, saying the car was broken and stuff but the others were teasing him. It then transitioned to them driving along with a zip line overhead with a camera attached, a sort of behind the scenes into how they filmed it all.

Dream 4: A woman was making her kids do chores in preparation for dinner. As they complained she told them about how she used to do much more when she was a kid. It then jumped to 20 years in the future or so, where she was now the grandmother and her grandkids were being made to do the chores. She rolled out the same story as well as how she made their parents do the same sort of work.

Dream 5: A sort of FA where I thought I wrote stuff down in my DJ and then went online but it didn't actually happen :/

Fragment: Playing basketball

Fragment: Tony Abbott and Malcolm Turnbull both in serious trouble

Fragment: I was at a museum of some kind.

I recall only blurred and brief nightmare fragments,

Preface:
Lately I have been having a lot of dreams where I am a third party. I am watching, listening, floating around...but when I attach myself to the main character I am able to empathize with him/her.
Tonight was the Season Finale of my favorite TV show, The Walking Dead. It was a show that ended with a crazy cliffhanger, and since I am so into the show I was emotionally charged, going on and on about it with my mom after it aired.


DR 1

I am floating around re-living scenes from the TV show. I am listening to conversations and running around with people. The colors and mood are dark in my dream, just like the TV program. I attach myself to a few characters but I am unable to recall the situations.


DR 2
I am in what seems like a dark room. I am concentrating on my breathing, practicing yoga breath. I feel lucid for a moment but I fall back into a dream after letting go of the vibrations. Can't recall where I went.

Preface:
Busy day today. Assisted my friend with activities around her book signing. Lots of coming and going, and the day ended with a dinner with friends. Many positive ideas exchanged. I went to sleep around midnight.

DR 1

I am telling my ex-boyfriend's mother how much I LOVE the heart shaped bath sponge she gave me. (A year ago she gave me a gift bag for Valentine's Day which had an assortment of cosmetic items in it, one being a heart shaped bath sponge that had soap already in it, good for 20 washes. Sounds weird but it worked.) Anyway, the conversation starts off over the phone, but I can see her face, she's holding her cell phone. Ironically, as a third party, I can also see myself holding my own phone and talking.

DR 2

I am in the bathroom of what seems like a dormitory or college apartment building. There is a blonde girl, kind of tall and dressed very neatly. Her hair is straight and her face is crinkled in disgust. She can't see me. I try to find out why she's upset, and then it hits me. She is staring at the toilet seat, that's been left up. Her boyfriend has left the toilet seat up, and he's peed, like everywhere. Pee is all over the toilet seat and the wall. Someone whispers to me, "She's from the "Clean People"...", and I think..."hmm I would be disgusted, too." She grabs tissue and instantly, her hand is my hand. We are attempting to clean pee from the seat and I am disgusted- WE are disgusted. The pee is dried and it doesn't wipe off easily. Gross. The boyfriend is somewhere in the background in the apartment, and he totally doesn't care. Ugh.

DR 3

I am at work. I am at a different desk, which is near a window. There is a small crowd of people around, looking at something, either outside the window or on the computer screen. One of the guys (this nosy guy in real life) is trying to read a paper on my desk. The paper is a brochure, which is closed. When I look back, the brochure is opened so I KNOW he has been snooping. Nosy ass.

DR 4

I am in the hallway of an unknown house. There is light brown carpet on the floor. There is some debris, not much, on the carpet. I am holding a broom. I am super excited about sweeping the debris along the long hallway and out the front door. I tell someone that I am going to do it. I start to sweep the carpet and the front door is open. There is a very bright light shining from outside the door! I am so excited to begin sweeping.

I wake up! Yeah, totally weird.