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Not much is remembered about last night's dreams. I will list two:

1. Me and my sister were at Disneyland, just outside of it (it was smaller, just guarded by a gate and a few guards) and wanted to go in. We were acting like children. Our dad said no because we were in a hurry somewhere. However, he agreed to us going around Disneyland, as for some reason it was small enough simply to just walk around, all guarded by a chain-link fence. I was delighted to see the It's A Small World Attraction functioning [when I was younger in waking life, we went to Disneyland and I was disappointed the ride was not active, so I suppose this part of the dream is referencing that.]

2. I don't remember much except me, for some reason, acting intensely childish and profane, embarrassing my sister as I just swear off random strangers passing by with hurtful insults (keep in mind I do not act this way at all in real life.)

10/26/14 | Square House Lot, Trees
I moved into a house with a rather uncommon lot; it consisted of one line of trees for each side of a rectangle, arranged like the following figure. Surrounding the trees were miles of plains. If one could stand near the house and look around, they would see that all of the sky to the west was blocked by trees, most overhanging at the top so that 50% of the total view of the sky was obstructed.

10/27/14 | Hot/Cold Planet, Sun Filter, The Doctor, Shuttle, Bomb, Goldeneye
I was on a planet that used to be super hot until the sun was filtered by something. Then, the temperature rapidly dropped. Luckily, I isolated myself within four rooms of ice before the temperature reached levels of -100°F. Once that stopped, the temperature was disregarded, as I punched all the ice doors down and got out.
[New Scene]
Rory was suddenly already stuck on the planet for 3 years and was always leaving behind tons of paper with notes on othem. [from here, the Scene repeatedly flips between the planet and a highly populated building on Earth.] Inside this large building, I did some random stuff like talk to random people, and eventually my older sister. Back on the planet, the 11th doctor showed a planetary map with two parallel canyons that used to be the hottest place, now the coldest. With that, somehow the sun filter was shut down, and the planet became hot again.

Somewhere else on the planet, local aliens were enjoying recreation in the hot weather, although they weren’t allowed to touch the ground, because of its abnormally high temperature compared to the surrounding air. Three juvenile blue aliens were using a plastic recreational tool. After one used it, he ran away on the hot ground. The others didn’t seem to pay any attention to him or the deer-like creatures walking into the scene. These looked rather like deer, except their fur seemed like that of a wolf’s, and their heads were closer to those of a velociraptor. On its head was this colored tool that seemed to be affected by temperature. Suddenly, this creature tripped and knocked its head into the superheated ground, making its head red and steamy. As a result, the tool on the creature’s head turned light blue, and began shooting out cold air, which apparently cooled its head down.

Anyway, the scene changed into a tropical, high-density vegetation area. There was a path with some paper left by Rory. Later, we suddenly had a ship (a small ship more like a small shuttle) and some kind of bomb. [End Scene flips] The bomb said something like, “19 Seconds,” so The Doctor, my younger sister, Amy and I sprinted to the shuttle and flew out just in time. Too bad these two tiny, orange dudes fell out.
[New Scene]
My older brother and I were playing Goldeneye N64. The controls were surprisingly consistent for a dream. C-up was jump, C-down =crouch, B=sprint, Z=shoot. I didn’t have a gun, while he carried an RC-P90. All I could do was run up to him and use slap. Strangely, he ran away and through a new map we were playing on. For a moment, I looked at the radar(which had a 007 Legends look) before waking up.

earlier
+ concert, see/hear my instruments, they're not right
parade outside, foreigners, guy singing in English accent with a big hook nose

+ talking to girls on boat before the (bad guy?) come and takes them away

+ flying inside a large building at high levels, thinking how to get out, I could fly through the walls like Harry Potter ghosts, it would suck to be stuck as a ghost forever, immaterial like that

+ swimming contest in the pool: 1) girl gives into pool at start of race and gets caught on the ropes in between the lanes. Her head is under the water. We're getting concerned as she does not move. I pick her head up and she is alive because she has some sort of small breathing apparatus on over her nose/mouth. 2) I'm racing in a very small motor boat back and forth in the lanes I think I'll win, my partner isn't in the boat?

+ I don't see well and I find out it's because I have cataracts

+ 2 spies are harassing me in the locker room. One of the guys takes my underwear as I'm getting dressed and I grab it back, annoyed. I move my pile of clothes to another bench to get away from him. His partner stuffs a huge pile of things into the pockets of my jeans, I know there could be recording devices in there so I pull all of them out and throw them away. I turn away for a second and when I get back they've taken my jeans entirely. I run after them and hold on to the guy with force hold (TK) and with another TK tendril I pull my jeans out, and I will the TK bubble holding the guy to get hot to burn him.

later

+ room in building, multi-level sink, small sink, go outside in only towel it's a public area man sees me try to go back in cant find way, see S2 outside trying to sneak inside neighbor's apartment.

People working at table in public area, family, I go by and push/reach over table to get back my papers

+(f) bicycle with no wheels/portions of wheels

outside building trying to get back inside a man is behind me walking up the steps

+ (semi lucid?) dive into the pavement to get into the dream

+ waiting in line at an outdoor cookie stand, when it's my turn the woman tells me about the wonderful properties of her cookies, I think they're oatmeal raisin cookies but I get a close look and they're cookies with brown M&Ms. The guy next to me in line grabs the cookie and gives it to me and says I do not need to pay for it, then he grabs me a full chocolate cookie (black/brown) and gives it to me and says it's free. I'm quite happy. Then he grabs some more smaller cookies and says I can take these, too. But now I'm feeling bad for the cookie woman and say I don't want to put her out of business.

I think I can officially call myself a fanboy.



Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM



Woke up at: 8:00 AM



AND NOW, MY FANBOYISM

Alright so last night I had a dream that I was just on Youtube and I came across a video that went over the subject of "What if Sonic Boom was a 2D animated show?". I watched it and MAN did it look good.

The animation was smooth, the characters looked top notch, and body movements were a sight to behold. But due to the negative association that goes towards the Boom cartoon, there were (Of course) some hate comments.

+1 for realism I guess.

NOTES

1. This isn't the first time I've had a dream where I was using the internet (And especially Youtube).

2. The video in question was not even close to finished. The animation was there but it looked like they still needed to clean it up a bit and add some color to it.

Morning of August 6, 2017. Sunday.



I am wandering about in Arcadia, looking for someone or something. I am in a state of instinctual dream control, without lucidity.

I am certain that I am looking at a rendering of a real location in Arcadia, as if I was assuming to be looking at a full scale model. It is the south area of Tinsley’s IGA as it was in the early 1970s. Even though I am certain that what I am looking at is “perfect”, there is a line of post office boxes extending out through the parking lot from the building. This post office wall is missing the post office box doors so as one can look directly through the structure. It does not seem wrong to me at all despite the odd distortion.

My mind wanders to thoughts of former schoolmates and neighbors, but there is not much cohesiveness.

Looking through a restaurant window, I notice a female of about thirty sitting at a round table. I am certain this is my former neighbor. Also present is an unfamiliar male and young boy who I think might be her husband and son. She notices me and comes out to the front of the restaurant. When I talk to her, she says she does not know me. She says, “My name is Angel”. I start to consider that she had changed her name so as never to be associated with me later on in life, which does not really bother me (even though I do not yet have any viable current conscious self memory).

An unknown young male is soon present and says, “Your obsessions with each other in youth no longer have any purpose.”

Somewhat annoyed by this imposing stranger, I vertically twirl my middle finger. Over time, a white tornado descends into the parking lot, coming down directly upon me, but posing no threat. (I watch it form from the beginning, as clouds begin to slowly spiral in the sky above.) Other people are tossed out of its path and yet I find it amusing that others might think it could pose a threat and I consider they are jumping out of the way on purpose without realizing what it really is. I then allow the tip of the tornado to enter my mouth.

“Don’t eat that,” advises someone a few minutes later. The tornado remains white and fluffy. I continue to remain in the area, not remotely impressed by the essence of the tornado, realizing that I create the patterns of weather. (Again, no lucidity is present - only subliminal threads of knowing I am the creator of it, yet not realizing or remembering what a dream is.)

I eat a lot of the tornado as its form continues downward, and it has a mix of bread and mild chocolate flavor. Again, someone else says that I should not be eating the tornado. I notice that some of what I had been eating is more like a cottony rope and I spit some of it out. I decide that I may not eat any more even though I was going to just to annoy any strangers who thought I should not.

Alec Baldwin, the actor, probably about forty, comes along and looks down cheerfully at the remains of the tornado. “I’ll eat that,” he happily says. I embrace my wife Zsuzsanna and we walk off together, though I still do not catch on that I am in the dream state even after eating most of a tornado.

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For context, this was a DILD from an FA and was the dream that finally broke my 1 month dry streak!
I wake up and do everything as normal. However, when I am dressing I decide to do a RC. IT checks out so, as usual I start do see everything blurry. I try to stabilize but it doesn't work too well... A then decide do head down the stairs. When I reach the bottom everything turns dark for a few seconds and then I see clearly for the first time in the dream!!
I head to the kitchen to try to eat something, but I decide to do the "Google Search" task instead. I grab my phone, which was, somehow, in my pocket, and turn it on. It shows no signs of abnormal behaviour. I open Chrome and search "dream lucid". The first three results are videos and the first is titled "OMFG - Lucid Dream". Then there are a few links to webpages with LD induction methods and one link to Wikipedia that says something about oxygen, nitrogen and 23 years... After that I wander a bit and lose lucidity