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27/6/16
Dream 1: I was on the gosugamer website looking at upcoming dota matches and the schedule for watching.

Fragment: I was in game, dominating someone else.

26/6/16
Fragment: Something about 7.5k mmr.

25/6/16
Dream 1: I was playing Dota as enigma. It was a very back and forth game with lots of huge teamfights.

Dream 2: I was building a huge kingdom in Minecraft. I started on one but then thought I didn't particularly like the style of it so started on another one nearby which was much nicer.

Dream 3: I did a magic trick where I put a coin on a broom and then shook it so it adds an extra coin somehow. Milo then used this trick as an analogy for burqa's somehow.

Fragment 1: My parents told me that something was wrong so I had to get this surgery where my head would be transplanted on to another body. The surgery was supposedly very new and the success rate was undetermined because the surgery hadn't been completed much before. The problem was that I knew there wasn't anything wrong with me, so I spent the dream running away from my parents, who were following me and telling me that if I didn't get this surgery I would die. There was more and I can sort of remember the setting, but I don't really remember what happened.

Fragment 2: This dream was a long one, but I only remember a short fragment. I was being chased by a guy with a knife. There were multiple times where he sliced my body. It was extremely uncomfortable. I took off my shirt and saw slash marks across my stomach and on my body. I thought that it was weird that I wasn't bleeding or dead.

24/6/16
Dream 1: I was playing Dota and then started speed packing everything up in the house. I heard someone talking about baby twins.

Dream 2: I was with a school group on a camp of some kind. On the first day we climbed up a cliff from a giant rope, however only me and my manual mechanic made it up there. Someone fell off as their harness didn't work but he was ok. A guy up there told me I had the potential to be great, then we went inside.

Dream 3: I was at school playing football and chatting with some people. I then drove to my cousins house, however I had gotten a huge pimple. I almost got lucid from that but I woke myself up.

23/6/16
Dream 1: I was playing an elder scrolls game situated in Hammerfell and Orsinium. I was looking at the map and planning where to go. There were a bunch of lush forests as well as mountains. I went to the edge of the map to try and find good loot.

Dream 2: I was at a restaurant with my family eating pizza, however there wasn't quite enough for all of us, so I drove home and picked up some more pizza.

22/6/16 (Another batch of 7 days, curse my laziness :p)
Dream 1: I was standing with a tradie, n air force pilot, a navy guy and someone else, all four of them were trying to convince me to follow in their career paths.

Fragment: Something about driving.

I was entering an auditorium for some kind of job-related announcement/seminar. Donald Trump is there. The crowd was told that they can’t stay unless they are wearing a certain kind of shoes or attire. I looked down to see I am wearing a pair of strange high-top black with white markings canvas tennis shoes. I had to leave. Someone tells me I should have worn my silver shoes and I feel irritated by this remark.

I went to my apartment, which is similar to an apartment I rented in waking life over 10 years ago. My mom was there, she tells me that Donald Trump has bought the company I work for. I told her he did not, I don’t even work for a company, I work for one woman who calls herself a company. My mom laughs at me, telling me Im wrong. The way she is treating me made me angry. I asked her where are her facts?! And she sort of went catatonic, looking off to here right, not acknowledging me. I yelled at her but Im confused why she isn’t answering me now. Then I realized I was dreaming. I still felt angry so I pushed her and then I decided I was going to through the television out of the window. We were on the 2nd floor, but since I knew I was dreaming i knew there would be no consequences. I did this, and then I left. I was outside on the drive with my dog and I decided to fly. (ho, hum) I had my dog under my left arm and I was holding sandals in my right hand. Once I was floating I realized I didn’t need to hold onto my sandals and I could let my dog to the ground as well. I thought about running with my dog too. The outside of the apartment and the street are almost identical to the apartment I rented over 10 years ago. (#4) My husband wakes me up to tell me he is leaving for work.

Thoughts:
This apartment seems to be an important location. In waking life I lived tree for only a year. When I moved in things were great- I was dating a new guy, I had just started a career I loved, I could pay my bills and I had friends that I went out with regularly. Over the year that I lived there my drinking became out of control, my closest friendship enabled my bad habits. We were robbed together at gunpoint down the street from this apartment while walking to a nearby shopping center. I starting dating a drug-addicted-sociopathic-compulsive liar. I lost more than one good friend and a good job. I ended up moving out of the place and into the house that my crazy partner lived in with some friends. This was the beginning of one of the roughest periods of my life, but that ended up teaching me a lot of valuable lessons. Maybe the apartment symbolizes a transitional period between good and bad?
The dreams where family members hate me or treat me horribly are so common now that I have decided to really focus on becoming lucid in these moments. Instead of throwing things out of a window and flying off though I would like to do something else. Something to break this cycle. Maybe just tell them I love them?
Shoes were a theme in this dream too. I guess they must symbolize how I feel about myself compared to others.? And how dare Trump invade my dreams!

Dreaming were only non-lucids with bad dream recall. Was woke up by Meesha Cat 8 times. She kept waking me up do to fireworks & intermittent thunder with rain.

Now I'm falling asleep around 2am or 1am. Last night I was annoyed about something though and fell asleep around 3am and it was not a wonderful sleep.But at least its something. Although I do get lucid for small moments and can remember some dreams I rather not write them down to be honest.

I have forgotten most, but the end of this dream culminated in the execution of a long and impassioned speech by my mother, who was Hilary Clinton. She was asking people to donate to charity to help society flourish. At one point I came on an gave closing remarks as she had to leave for some reason and everyone was sitting there impatiently waiting for it to end. After that I went to the old cottage, where I kept fucking up the vehicles there, including my new mini. Dad was pretty upset, so I decided to float away across the road into the swamp. I went above the trees, but saw a house hidden among them. It was Julia's house. We hung out for a while with Tyler and Geordie there until she started talking to her boyfriend and I peaced out.

28.06.2016

(Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had just arrived at San Diego; I rented a car and drove to mission beach. I went into a mall and rented roller blades. I was skating through the mall and went into a clothing store. In there I saw Mayela and Fabiola (long distance crush from grade 6). I thought of going up to them and saying hi, but it had been about 8 years since the last time I saw them. I ran into Paola, Laura and Pau. I thought it was funny we ran into eachother in San Diego, and we took a picture together. I looked for Fabiola but she had already left. I skated towards the boardwalk but it was hard because it was uphill. A kid and I were helping each other up. At the boardwalk I got kidnapped... by my dad. My brother was there and he had also "kidnapped" Fabiola and Mayela. I didn't take the whole thing to seriously. Fabiola had scars all over her face but she was still beautiful; she was really distant (maybe she didn't like being kidnapped). We drove to a secluded beach and found parking. The beach was like a bay with a small pier in the middle. There were huge waves; I wanted to go in and surf but there were tons of sharks.

I need to start keeping a book beside my bed so I can write dreams as soon as I wake up; I feel like I had more details on this one but I didn't write anything down until about 2 hours after waking up. I will also try to start being a bit more descriptive of the setting, details, and thoughts rather than just going through the plot.

Dream

I was in my school. It looked like it was just built and finished, I felt much younger. I went downstairs from one of the classrooms and into the hallway, passing a group of students. It was late and lessons were about to end. Suddenly I asked myself "Is that a dream?" after a while I repeared this question, feeling somehow aware yet a little doubting. I met a girl I met years ago during student exchange, we talked for a while going upstairs. Her voice was different and she was speaking in my native language. I asked "Shouldn't you speak english?" She said "I'm not sure." We moved on and ended up near a classroom. She stripped herself from clothes and we made it in the hallway. Everything went black.

False awakening

I woke up in my bed with an orgasm and I had to change my underwear. I left the bed, took spare pants and went towards bathroom. Parents were out for the night and grandma usually has a deep sleep, so I shouldn't wake anyone. On the hallway when I got just past doors to grandma's room, she opened the door and hit me in my back. I rushed towards the toilet and cleaned myself, then changed underwear. Then I went back through hallway and in the window I saw parents in the car. Father parked right in front of the entrance, he was holding a baby.

6/26/16: The recollection of this dream commences with me attempting to troubleshoot and restore electricity in a partially built home by tying together several electric wire pig-tails inside a wall outlet. I need to go into the basement to see if the repair has restored electricity in the lowest level of this partially built house. For some inexplicable reason I believe the house belongs to Scott.

The scene shifts and I am walking on an upper floor whose rooms are bare studs with no sheet rock. I open and close a sliding window whose glass is shaped like a bowl bending outwards. The glass is broken, but the window slides up to open and down to close. I turn away from this room which I believe is to be a future bathroom based upon its relatively small size. Almost immediately upon leaving the room I encounter a huge, fully grown male lion which is resting comfortably with its eyes lightly closed and front paws crossed. Roused from its sleep, it takes notice of me, but makes no immediate move towards me.

I squeeze my shoulders through the spacing of two studs as this is the shortest and fastest path away from the perceived danger. I climb down and out of the house in moderate alarm and begin fast walking and ultimately running down the street filled mostly with children, supervised by a handful of adults. I call to them to alert them to the danger. Instead of running away, curiosity seems to compel them to enter the house to observe the lion for themselves, apparently oblivious to the danger.

As I flee the scene I slowly realize that I am larger, faster and further than the easier potential victims which the children represent. Nonetheless I am sweaty with fear and the effort from running. My sweaty hands hamper my ability to shed a pair of thick garden gloves which I am trying to remove as I run. I end up having to pull each finger out of the glove using my teeth in order to get the hot, moist gloves off and throw them to the ground. I wake.

I was looking at a room, dark and shadowy. I just entered it. There is light coming from the two open windows to my left. The room is a kitchen, an old one. Everything is made of blocks/old cement. The color theme is faded yellow and smoky black. The rest of the room is under the cover of darkness so I couldn't see what else is inside, apart from a small part of a table at the center. The only thing I can see clearly was the stone floor lit by the sunlight from the window.

There was a woman standing on a stool in front of the nearest window. She was wearing a long black dress. She was facing the window but her upper body and head was out of my range of vision. I think she was cleaning the upper area of the window. I was walking with a girl towards the door on the other end of the room, but she was a little bit in front of me. I was a young boy.

The girl said "You called their names too soon, Annie."

"Oh, dear. But it was already their time," the woman answered, in her apologetic, somber voice, as she continued her work.

We walked past her, but as we approached the next window, there again on the stool is the woman in her long black dress. We walked on.

Just as we were about to reach the door, the girl went ahead. I felt the woman's hand on my right shoulder, and she whispered: "Run."

I smiled without looking at her. "Thanks, Annie. But I don't want to run anymore."