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In my dream I was either a ghost or a really weird human. I was travelling and i came to a house where I met someone leaving. There was a guy. We talked about someone that had hurt me, pretty bad but that guy was travelling around the world now. Hurting other women. They guy I was with kept trying to get me to stay but I didn’t want to. Not because he was dangerous I just didn't want to stay. Somehow i fell asleep and when I woke up he offered me tea. I accepted and whenever i got finished I wanted more he then told me he had given me decaf coffee. Which i laughed over because I hate coffee. He then offered me decaf coffee to which I kept replying tea. But he would insisted on coffee. Then i woke up.

I'm on bike trip, just having gotten on the bus. Someone says, "If you forget your bike, you lose it." I run out and say "Wait", and start pulling my bike to the trailer, when my dream fades.

The dream reforms shortly into a scene in like a train station. I now know I'm dreaming. From this part, I only remember the part toward the end.
Someone is sitting to my left and right, as I talk with a "voice" who's controlling a very large screen on the wall in front of us. It's either understood as my subconscious, or something close to it, like a powerful AI--either way, it was asking me who I should summon back from the dream that had just ended.
I scroll through the list and pick someone. The person on my left then starts pestering me, and then I think that led to the false-awakening below.

I'm now back in bed. I think I'm probably awake, but when I open my eyes, then close them again, I notice that my "eyes-closed" vision/imagination of the room around me is unusually sharp, and contains not real element (like a large tin on a shelf above me). I decide I'm probably in the in-between state where part of it's from my senses, and part from my dream generation.
I thus begin the break-back-into-dream procedures. I try rocking left and right, but it doesn't seem to have much effect.
I try imagining the feeling of there being some object on the ceiling. This one starts working. The vision of an object forms, and sharpens. I can now see a large white sheet of paper on the ceiling, with writing on it as of some official document.
I try reading the text, but only get a few words as I decide it's better to focus on the overall picture for use as a dream-reentry tool. (the part I read had "Property of [something]" as the title)
So I focus on the vision and try to deepen it, and it begins warping and animating. I also start hearing some noises--something like wind, and then more distinctly, a voice saying some letters. They were repeating, like of a rhyme. They were: "o b q c" (may have gotten the first one wrong, but the rest are correct)
I feel that I can make the paper warp even more and become more wild, but this makes me slightly nervous as I don't want it to start talking or something (still a lucid scaredy-cat), so I decide to shift to another type.
I start doing the rocking again, or something motion or hearing based, when I then hear a familiar sound, of a number prompt being spoken.
I then realize it had awoken me for real, as verified by rc shortly after. (which is fine; I prefer continuation, but getting a lucid each day (as has been true lately) greatly reduces the pressure)

I vaguely remember running away from someone, but my legs are becoming heavier with every step.

WBTB

I become lucid by looking at my hand. It has 6 fingers. I remember the basic TOTM, and I get a massage. It is warm and relaxing.
I then use an electronic device (smartphone) and try to google some advice. I only get latin translations. I wander around, buy myself a hot chocolate, and go with the dream.

Customs problems
I'm in line to go through customs. I'm going to be leaving England to come home. Thankfully, the line is short. Customs is just a guy sitting at a table - it's amazingly stress-free. I think the customs guy looks familiar, but I can't place him. Now I'm at the table and I realize I don't have my card out. I apologize and dive into my backpack, pulling out the cards from its card pocket. He's very laid back and doesn't mind at all. I root through the cards, but my passport isn't there. I sheepishly apologize again and say I'm going to go look for it. He still doesn't seem to mind at all, and he suggests that, if I can't find it, I could just become a citizen. I tell him that Mom is British, but that she never felt comfortable with a dual citizenship, but thanks for the advice. I note that he's wearing a Fitbit, but it's one I've never seen before: it looks like a large silver men's watch.

Now I'm back in my hotel room. As I start looking around for the card, a couple of women enter the room dressed in a casual uniform. They explain that it's Tuesday, so all the rooms get cleaned. I ignore them and keep looking around, especially in a stack on top of the little fridge in the room. Now I'm holding a long orange extension cord and looking out my open window towards the pool below. I think about throwing it down, but I refrain because I don't want to hit anyone. Now I'm in some kind of break area. My sister-in-law is heating up some pizza, and I realize I'm really hungry. The customs agent from before is also there, and he offers me a piece of fish he's just pulling out of the toaster oven. I ask him if he's sure, and he practically shoves a piece at me. It's the largest piece of breaded fish I've ever seen - it looks like a misshapen football.


Guild castle
I'm approaching what looks like a (small) modern recreation of a medieval castle. All the stones are black - it looks very ominous. Now I'm inside, in a small room, listening to people outside. It seems this is the guild house for some kind of gaming guild. Now I'm doing something with cards.


Fragment: The side of a craggy gray mountain.

2 DILDs one non LD
It's nighttime, I'm in my bedroom with a boyfriend who is a combo of my husband and ex. We are in a hilltop village which feels peaceful and quiet. I'm upset because he won't have sex with me any more. I give him an ultimatum, I may have to find a "side boyfriend".
I go outside to walk around and cool off. I'm walking along a quiet dirt path and realize spontaneously I'm dreaming.
My vision comes and goes here. I rub my hands together. I remember reading about a dream yoga technique and I try it. I close my eyes, plug my nose, and try diving into the ground/into the heart center. Well, nothing happened. I notice a black sky with hints of sparkling stars.
I walk along the path and remember the dream contest goal of walking through a big solid object. I see a house and with confidence walk through the wall. I'm inside now. I start exploring hallways and rooms. I remember my goal of kissing a dc. I say, "when I come around the corner I will see a man". As I go around the corner I see a man laying in a bed. He seems a little too dad like, yikes. I try to transform him by willing it to be. I think his hair changed a little but not enough. I move on continuing my exploration of the house. My body feels big and heavy. Again remembering my dream yoga book talking about losing the dream body, I attempt to become a single point of consciousness. I think I become a little smaller and lighter. I remember I can float instead of walk and do so which feels much better than walking.
I walk outside. I feel down to see what my body feels like. Feels like I'm naked (as I often am in dreams which usually feels great, no embarrassment).
I meet a girl and wonder if I should kiss her for my dream points. No, I don't want to. She wants to show me something. We walk to a parking lot where there are a bunch of men who are interested in us. "I think I'm less lucid here as it didn't occur to me to face these DCs or to not be afraid though I'm still somewhat aware I'm dreaming". There is one huge, 8 ft tall DC who seems quite scary. Luckily he walks by us. We get into a truck and try to leave the parking lot. There is a bunch of work equipment in the road but I believe we make it out wit the girl driving. At some point during this dream I noted that it felt very long and I hoped I would remember it all. When I woke up I went over it in my head but didn't write it down.

This one is a little vague in spots. I see myself about 30 feet ahead. I'm naked and I notice distinct tan lines. I'm then in my body. I walk up s ramp into a house. There is someone there instructing us to try to create 3 children. I create a clover with 3-4 leaves. Not quite right. (Lost some here) I go back down the ramp carrying a huge bundle of random objects. I become lucid and realize I don't or can't take any of this stuff with me. The realization feels great so I put it down and feel unburdened and free. I walk away empty handed.

Another long dream about a hospital, huge DCs, a lovely homeless camp on a hill above the ocean with makeshift homes and a little pond with a baby otter. Possibly moments of lucidity but I'm not positive.

D1 - A large grey wolf was in the back room of my parents house.
I let it out of the window for it to relieve itself. It turned into a tall dark man. It all turned very sexual Oo lol he found some lady.

D2 - Trying to copy a dvd using an old style stacking mini stereo unit. Interrupted by return of parents. I removed a load of cables so they wouldn't notice or hear it.

Note: This dream is rather strange to me due to the fact that it incorporates elements of other dreams I've had years ago.

Noteable Characters: High-school Friends: Thomas, Chris B., Cassidy S.. Fraternity Brothers: Kurt S. Boon Friends: Pawel??

It began at a strangely familiar, yet completely unknown house. The house itself was large and featured a strange upstairs room that was long like a hall. It seemed almost like the side opposing the interior of the house was a train station or some sort of cafe with rounded windows. The area outside of here led to several rooms, had a few bookshelves and spaces to sit. The downstairs area was a larger basement that could hold an abundance of people. Overall, it was a party. I saw people from my high-school, completely unknown and random people, as well as a few of the brothers from my fraternity. Thomas, or atleast I assume, and I were prompted to have sex with two beautiful girls. We followed them and ended up walking down a dirt-road sandwiched by two dense fields of tall grasses/corn stalks. Beyond these corn stalks were tall and dense trees that created an impenetrable darkness. We ended up walking down a path to the left headed towards these woods, and then the girls vanished. Then we appeared back inside of the large upstairs room of the house. I was alone at this point, but there were plenty of people at the party. For some reason Kurt knew that I was looking for these girls, and he informed me that they would be back at nine. Why he knew about my thoughts? I am entirely unsure. He proceeded to tell me they'd have sex with us in another room as soon as they got back- wierd. Then I was transported to a freeway which oddly resembled the freeway I-696 nearby my house. If this were the case, I was facing the direction away from my house on the freeway. The party was at night-time, yet on this freeway it was an afternoon sky. Chris B. was with me for some reasons and we ventured across the freeway to the median. *Could be a reference to a strange dream I had about driving on the highway.* It was largely deserted at this point, and we met two homeless people at the barrier. We all climbed over the barrier and somehow got across to the exit ramp. The homeless vanished at this point and Chris and I climbed the exit ramp. The top was strangely hard to overcome and felt like we were trying to brace ourselves as if we were climbing a playground slide; it was very slippery. Eventually a convertible came by and Chris and I hopped in and asked the people to drive us to the corner. They agreed, and we ended up further away from the exit-ramp than we originally were. The car was modern, smelled nice, and featured a lot of amenities. After they tried to let us out we got caught up in something in which prolonged our stay in their vehicle. Eventually I realized we were being rude and got out the car with Chris. It was at this point I realized I was high and that my stamina for some reason was endless. I started sprinting back to the party and for some reason had an uncanny understanding of where I was supposed to go. *Another reference to another dream where I was in an area the reminded me of 8 mile and Harper, but it was different.* Chris eventually appeared beside me and we were stuck trying to figure out whether to go left or right. *Could be yet another reference to another dream where I was in a strange metropolis driving around and exploring. In this dream I believe I was being chased out of this hotel and for some reason I managed to avoid all the things chasing me. *. We eventually found the right direction and it led us to my old high-school, Arts Academy. It was here we entered to realize the party had ended. I was very disappointed, and I walked upstairs to see Thomas, Jasmine, and Cassidy all laid out on the floor. Their arms were pushed through the bars of the banister and dangled- they were wasted. Then I walked downstairs to see a few more people drinking and ruining things. For some reason I got the urge to yell "Don't ruin my house!". Then, a strangely real-life version of Pawel's avatar from Boon comes over to remind me it is his house. This is as far as I remember for this dream.

I was walking around a house I used to live in during my senior year of high school. My parents were moving out (as they had done in real life a year ago) and I was to help them finish cleaning before they fully departed.

After what seemed to be a full day's worth of work in just mere moments (kinda like a montage) we had finished. I drove back to my house, but on the way stopped by a Dairy Queen and got nothing. Just kinda sat in my car. (Which was the other way, in the town I lived in. But the weirdest part was the fact that it was another town's DQ) I returned to the place I was living at the time of my parent's move and found everything was destroyed within the home. Trash had piled up and even the floor tiles were cracked. I entered and went towards where my old room was located and was in another location. I was staying at my older brother's house (Although I've never been there myself) and was playing a very fast pace game when suddenly I paused and rushed to the restroom. (Sudden enough to drop and break his wireless mouse) After I reached the sink, I started feeling ill. I coughed and to my surprise, blood had slipped through between my hands and stained the white sink. I kept coughing up more and more until it was steadily just oozing from my mouth. My brother knocked on the door and asked if I were okay. I spat what I could out in order to tell him I'm fine and that he shouldn't worry about me. Not even a second after, I began drooling more blood from a seemingly never-ending supply. I forced myself to close my mouth and abruptly awoke to a mouthful of spit with no drool/slobber around.

I was walking around a house I used to live in during my senior year of high school. My parents were moving out (as they had done in real life a year ago) and I was to help them finish cleaning before they fully departed.

After what seemed to be a full day's worth of work in just mere moments (kinda like a montage) we had finished. I drove back to my house, but on the way stopped by a Dairy Queen and got nothing. Just kinda sat in my car. (Which was the other way, in the town I lived in. But the weirdest part was the fact that it was another town's DQ) I returned to the place I was living at the time of my parent's move and found everything was destroyed within the home. Trash had piled up and even the floor tiles were cracked. I entered and went towards where my old room was located and was in another location. I was staying at my older brother's house (Although I've never been there myself) and was playing a very fast pace game when suddenly I paused and rushed to the restroom. (Sudden enough to drop and break his wireless mouse) After I reached the sink, I started feeling ill. I coughed and to my surprise, blood had slipped through between my hands and stained the white sink. I kept coughing up more and more until it was steadily just oozing from my mouth. My brother knocked on the door and asked if I were okay. I spat what I could out in order to tell him I'm fine and that he shouldn't worry about me. Not even a second after, I began drooling more blood from a seemingly never-ending supply. I forced myself to close my mouth and abruptly awoke to a mouthful of spit with no drool/slobber around.

forgot

I'm actually going to go to bed in just a few minutes. It's almost 1 AM here. But yeah. I need to report on last night's dreaming.

Dream 1: (Non-Lucid Fragment) There was a swimming pool with swirling water. I remember that its floor and walls were comprised of white tiles. They had a pretty floral design on them.

Dream 2: (Non-Lucid Fragment) My aunt was in this dream. Which is fun because she is pretty cool. We were watching bluebirds flying free, or something.

Dream 3: (Non-Lucid Fragment) My notes from this one are so nonsensical...I'm just going to reproduce them. Nightmare lair, stolen item, [something I can't read] out, trying not to get choked etc. o_o

Dream 4: (Non-Lucid Full Dream) So, in this dream we (me and some others) were supposed to take something back from an evil demon ruler of some sort. This happened twice for some reason; I think we were either defeated or had to retreat the first time. At any rate, both times I was terrified.

A former co-worker of mine and some other guys were working hauling rocks. Funny because IRL he graduated with a degree in IT, so why would he be doing construction work? We slowly walked by them. I remember wanting to walk slowly to avoid combat -- not with them, but rather I wanted to put off having to confront the demon. The day was sunny and pretty, but it felt ominous. They were working in a sort of shaded picnic area, and we were following a trail that was leading up the mountain where the demon lived. We were still near the mountain's base. There was light green grass and dirt all around, and both evergreen and deciduous trees. Yet I was pretty much terrified beyond all reason throughout the duration of this one. However I thankfully woke up far before any combat happened!

3 fragments; 1 full non-lucid.

And that's it.

The dog woke me up and needed attention so i couldn't write my journal quickly, no surprise I have forgotten a lot already.

1) I had to move a car to a carpark for some reason, I then went back out into the street and found another car parked across the road and had to move that one to the same carpark. I told someone to tell the owner if they wanted it back it was in the carpark. Some vague memory of sitting just outside the carpark eating a cake, and having to return to a ?hotel next door.

2) Really odd dream about cuttung a large piece of board and explaining how I made the cut line straight, then putting the pieces of board outside in a garage.

I had just entered into a very large and ambient room, fully lucid. About 75% of the floor in this room was a pool area, and at a first glance it seemed fairly deep as the water was darker the deeper I looked. I looked around the entire room, this time noting my surroundings completely. To my right, near the other corner of the room, was a woman that appeared to be in her early 20's. She had long black curly hair and a nice outfit on as well. Looking to explore to the fullest extent, I jump into the water without hesitation. As I do so, a thin pool noodle manifests around my body and I find myself landing in the water and floating without effort. I look back at the woman and notice that she is now watching me. "You need to stay in that until you're ready to advance to the next stage" she tells me as her voice echoes across the room.
"Well shit, whats the next stage" I thought to myself. I look back at the water and really observe it. After a few seconds of doing this I force myself under, along with the noodle, and look around with my eyes wide open. I can feel the water encompassing my body, but it doesn't hurt my eyes or irritate them in the least; it's effortless. While I'm under, I see what I can only describe to be a pool, under the pool I'm currently floating in. It looks very trippy in the sense that it doesn't make sense, but I highly admire it's design. It reminds me of how underwater caves look when an area of freshwater is above an area of saltwater. Seconds later, I resurface. I swim over to the other side of the room and climb out of the pool. Before me there is a set of small stairs that lead to an open doorway that I can see leads to another large room.
I walk up the steps and into the next room. The room is empty for the most part, and there is no pool. I see a dude on the opposite side, pacing back and forth with his head down as though he is extremely mad. On the wall behind him there are two doorways. My curiosity leads me to go into both rooms. I walk into the room on the left first, and upon doing so, see that it is a very large and empty spaced restroom. The floor is covered in white tile that looks to be a tad bit dirty, and the walls are white. In the farthest corner of the room sits the toilet. In the complete opposite corner is the sink accompanied by a mirror. I walk over to the toilet and see my phone wrapped in brown toilet paper, on top of it. I pick it up and immediately notice that the brown toilet paper is wet. "Wow, that's a little nasty" I say aloud. I unwrap the toilet paper off of it and proceed to wipe off my phone screen which is wet and smells weird.
After doing this I begin to make my way out of the restroom. Just before leaving I remember how my tattoo is always messed up or completely absent in my dreams. I look at my forearm and see that it is indeed messed up and roughly half of it is gone. The font of my tattoo is also extremely sloppy, as though a kid drew it on. It no longer read "Are you dreaming?" but now rather "Ar eaming?" with most of the remaining letters extremely faded. I look next, at my hand, which has several drawings on it, all of which are drawn in a thick dark green ink of some sort. I distinctively remember one of these drawings being a butt with a visible pink butt-crack. "Wow, what the hell is this doing on my hand" I said to myself.
Outside of the restroom I can still hear the mad dude, walking around, now saying stuff to himself. I am not amused. The idea suddenly comes to me that I can create portals. I proceed to walk around the restroom with my hand open, touching the walls with the intention of creating a portal like the ones from the games "Portal" and "Portal 2". I attempt many times, but alas, my doubt brings about my failure. I walk out of the restroom now, and walk right past the mad dude. I get the intuition that he has ADHD or something, but I'm not sure why. The other door is now only steps away, and as I walk into it I find myself going through a short but really dark hallway. As the hallway ends, it opens up into a staircase. As I go up the staircase I see that on the left of it, there is the interior of a giant public plane built into the wall/building. There are many rows of closely placed seats and it perfectly resembles the inside of a public passenger jumbo jet.
When I get to the top of the stairs, I am confronted by an obstacle. This obstacle seems to be a collapsed pillar. I stop for a moment and think, "Holy crap, this all feels as real, if not more real than waking life". I then remember, I don't have my time dilation watch on me and that I need to meet and talk to the "Dream Council". I reinforce a strong awareness and climb over the fallen pillar. It takes me a few tries, but within a matter of seconds I get it. As I climb up and over, and land back on the ground, I find myself now on the second floor of this building. I seem to be inside of some sort of indoor playground-gym, and it's packed with people. This room is slightly bigger than the previous one and it has two floors. The indoor playground area is on the first floor, and the gym is on the second floor. I look around and appreciate the nice diverse color scheme of everything.
It then occurs to me, "I should ask the dream a question" and so I do. "Dream, tell me something that I need to know" I yell out whilst thinking out of curiosity what everyone around will do. I didn't expect an answer as I felt a doubt inside of me, but contrary to my expectation, I got an answer. A lean muscular man emerged from the elliptical section of the gym and approached me. "What do you want to know?" He asked me in a heavy french accent. I think to myself, "What do I want to know?" The few seconds of silence and deep thought were interrupted as he said, "How to achieve the vibration stage?". While I did want to learn that, and was extremely surprised by him even mentioning that, I replied "No, I want to get my time dilation watch". Without hesitation the man said "Easy" as he handed me a harness, "Climb this wall first, and it's yours". I turn around and see a rock wall about 6 feet in height, and I know what I have to do. I give him the harness so that he can properly place it on me, and get ready to scale this wall.
Just then, my alarm goes off and wakes me up into complete disorientation.

Note: entire LD, as usual, felt as real, if not more real than waking life.

Sorry, this one has very little context as I was interrupted and couldn't return my thought immediately, so I only distinctly remember the part just before waking. (which is sad since I know most of it was from an earlier section)

We'd just made it to the island somehow. I had flown up onto a wooden platform about 300 feet in the air, and was surveying the scene, when natives on the ground began firing at me with small flute-like weapons (they'd use them to shoot small arrows, I think poisoned). I was successfully evading them, but was simultaneously attempting to coordinate some procedure with the rest of my group.