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Dreams from March ninth to tenth of 2018

Um... I dreamed!

Pokemon Game

I remembered way, way, early on in the dreams there was this Pokemon game. Something with a fire type legendary. Something with an electric type move. I couldn't remember any more but the sense I had of it was. That it was vivid. Maybe if I didn't need to move so soon upon awakening, I could have gotten back that far.

Scenes in a house

There were some scenes in this house that I forgot. My dream sister was trying to run the dream dishwasher. Something about loading it with dream dishes and running it before a certain time.

There was something with a dream person and showing them how I do my quad stretch in a bunk bed.

There was something about a cleaning person. Something about how I didn't hold a job. In this scene I had a bottle of lotion and I was squeezing some into a tablespoon.

I am upset with smokers

There was this whole story line of a woman. She and her partner had broken up. She was feeling down about it. She had come into my life and she was at my Nana's. I was living in the kid's room again, as in many dreams. There was this thing where I walked into my Nana's room, and my whole family was sitting all around in there. At least my Mom, Aunt B and nana, and others. Nana wanted me to sit with her on her bed, and I didn't want to, but I felt bad, because she was old, so I sat with her. It was a pink salmony kind of color. She had an ash tray on the bed and I was already angry, even though nothing was lit. Some conversation took place between everyone in the room.

Then my dream Nana lit a dream cigarette with me right there. I couldn't smell it, but that didn't hint to me that it was a dream. So I got up in fury. My Aunt B was saying something to me. My Aunt B was sitting in a direct line between my Nana and I. I raged at the two of them about how they are cigarette smokers and they should burn in Hell. That felt pretty good and I had been setting an intention that day to vent some of my anger in a dream, where I didn't have the best outlet in waking life.

I went back to the kids room and seemed to forget about that whole thing. The woman had been talking to my family. Then my sister was in the kids room with me and we were talking. There was something my sister was eating that I didn't think was a good idea to eat. So I tried to make it so she couldn't eat any more of it. That's the last I remember of that.

More stuff happened between this and the next dream, maybe other dreams or something transitional.

Alien Invasion!

This dream seemed to transition from the previous dream. Maybe it was all one dream. I couldn't remember it all exactly. There was something with me or my friend Mike being taken somewhere in a van. Not kidnapped but just not handled nicely. I was kind of seeing it from the outside I think. Then a guy with long brown hair and some facial hair was in a wheel chair in the back of another van. A woman or two people were lifting his wheel chair to put it on the ground, on the street. He said the word, "Narrow! Narrow!" to caution them I guess that his wheel chair was narrow and they need to be careful how they put it down.

Someone tried to wheel his wheel chair into the intersection, as if it would be run over. But I think it was in jest. They wheeled him back towards the van.

Then there were these big aliens and alien ships flying all over the city. We were in a city kind of place. It was really intense. I don't remember the exact alien forms. But people were running around like mad, in fear. The aliens were dropping "bombs" but they weren't acually bombs. They were like those plastic 10 pound standard weight plates filled with cement that I have. But people thought they were bombs so they were running. The weight plates hit some people or damaged some things but didn't blow up.

Then there was this part where people were being held hostage in a mall type of place. It was like a clothing store. Again, I don't remember it perfectly, some parts just didn't come to mind. but there was something about no one being allowed to the stair way at the back of the store. There were guards lining the back wall, wearing black ear muff headsets, maybe with guns. I heard something about crawling under the clothing racks, since it was a clothing section in the back, and trying to get out that way. But a warning that the guards were expecting this. So some of us tried to climb under the clothing racks anyway.

The guards were human guards, or in human bodies. I guess the aliens had them under some sort of mind control, to use their bodies. This also made the actual humans less likely to harm them.

So then I got to the end of the clothing section and to the guards. There were 4 of us and 3 of them. My red haired friend and 2 others who had been with me got dragged back to the front of the store, but I noticed I was standing at the back of the store by myself.

I still knew that even if I got down the stairs, they would probably catch up to me, and it might make things worse. So I decided to just walk down the stairs, and right back up. I think I even said it aloud, as if to notify the aliens.

Something about the aliens was dreamishly anti climactic. The "bombs" were not really explosive. The guards just dragged the people back up front without much fight. And this next part was silly. So it all seems kind of funny to me now.

I walked down the green stairs, expecting to come out around the city streets. I walked sideways down them and I think there were 7 one leg, 7 the other, and back up the same way.

When I got back up, I could tell I was in trouble. This giant, super freaky spider thing that I wish I could draw, was ready to come and get me. It had this straw thing for a mouth and was brown. Boy, was I scared. The spider thing was going to come lick my face and I really didn't want that to happen. It was all furry and twice my height.

I wasn't lucid for any of this, but I started apologizing to the spider thing. Saying I was so sorry I did that, and I would never leave you, and you look so great. I put my hands in a prayer position and prayed to the spider to please have mercy on me. It seemed angry but didn't come nearer.

Then it somehow transformed into this fast food menu screen thing. The writing on it was using food to make the letters. It still had elements of furry brown like the spider's body had. At first I was afraid it would morph back, but it didn't.

The screen said that there are "Solid food meals for everyone" but only enough potatoes for 7 people. There had been something like 28 potatoes on the stairs, so I figured they thought each person should have 4 potatoes, if they have any at all.

I went up in line to get some food. There was some meat or poultry but I wondered what the solid food meal was, since there didn't seem to be a starch or vegetable. Then I saw there was a bunch of pasta and ravioli. There were Carraway Seeds all over the top, but not stirred in. Before I got my food, I started to stir them into the red sauce, but people behind me were complaining. An Indian guy I knew was behind me, but I forgot his name. I said, okay, fine, you can go, but make sure you stir in the carraway seeds first. That was the last thing I remembered.

Recall Notes

I woke up from those dreams, thinking them through. It was my first time awakening all night. I had trouble falling asleep on this night even though I had lights out by 6 and was super tired. When I woke up, I had rotated to my left side, and kicked my pillows all over, so I was on them funny, and had pain. My hand was also in a weird position and it all made me have to move too soon. Unfortunately this just happens sometimes and I always hope to wake up in a position I can comfortable stay still in, so the dream recall can be to the max. I thought of a few details, got up and did my #1, and then more memories flew to mind once that pressure of holding in my #1 was released. So I recorded them and tried to pull up anything else but that was really it. There were some parts I wished I remembered more of... As usual! But I can see signs of improvement in my recall, so its like, just keep practicing and you will remember a higher and higher percent of dreams as time goes on. It will be worth it when in 10 years of recall practice you recall dreams in such clear detail.

Blacking Out

I had this dream that I woke up from, thought through, but was very groggy and fell back asleep. The next time I woke up, I could only get the end. Something about walking on Hickory. Then, in the woods, with a guy I knew, maybe J M. Apparently he was doing some kind of mind altering substance, but every time he took "another hit", I would black out while he did it and not notice. This was where I briefly realized it was a dream, during one of the black outs. I was hearing some words or lyrics but I also forgot those. There was at least a bit more to this but I was too groggy. I count this as an L D even though I compulsively woke myself up.

Learn to Draw

I fell back to sleep while recalling that last one. I found myself in this dream where my sister was sitting with my Dad on one side of the table, and another man was sitting accross from them. My sister was much younger, maybe 5 or 6, and had a very high pitched child like voice. She was saying how learning to draw is fun! And it's not going to be hard because everybody needs to do this! I don't know if there was more to that dream but I was so groggy, that was all I recorded.

One of my longest dreams ever

I had one of my longest dreams ever. lucidity seemed to fade in and out. I forgot the parts when I became lucid but I remember being lucid here and there. Also there were some dreams where I "woke up" but was still in a dream, but not false awakenings, more like dreams within dreams. I don't know if they were separate dreams but it feels like all one thing to me so I will write it all as one thing, in the best order I can. And of course there was a lot I forgot.

I was in my room eating an apple. Then i went to teh bathroom and ate the apple at a table while sitting on the toilet. L O L. It twas at my parents previous house. A bee was trying to get some apple. I wasn't too scared but then its thorax thing swelled up and I got a bit alarmed. I left the apple for it and went to my room. When I got to my room, there was another bee. It was more of a bumble bee, but still seemed big. I shut the door so the other bee, more like a stinger bee, wouldn't come in. I think I looked out my front window and maybe saw a squirrel.

In another part, in front of our old neighbors house, there was my Dad's red subaru. The passenger side had no walls or windows, just wide open. So was the front of the neighbors house. My Dad was helping them remove a big grey carpet and fold it up. It was all being stuffed into the Subaru. The Subaru looked really weighed down. It seemed unusual to me.

By a heater on the side of the wall, some of us were walking or standing. There was this black C D case kind of thing, or a game. I forgot what it was. Someone was asking, but I didn't know what it was. It seemed like "not mine".

There was some stuff with a video game we were playing that I sensed was super cool. But I totally forgot.

In another part I remember finding myself sitting at the top of the hill near the local woods. I was looking down at the Earth as it rained. I had this sense that people really should be just sitting with the Earth, paying attention to the dirt, and grass, not so busy. Something with going #1 or water coming down.

There was something when I was trying to sleep on the floor in this room. I think I was lucid here. It was like I had woken up from a dream within the dream temporarily and needed some water. I was thinking it would be good to have a little water before I continue dreaming. Maybe something about needing to go #1, but when I awoke, I didn't need to.

Then there was this thing where my sister was showing me a conceptual chart she made. It revolved around the idea of "We Shame" or "Me Shame". I took this to mean that people are shamed into conformity with the "We" and it seemed very wise. I told her that T S must have started her Youtube channel with 0 viewers and somehow built it up from there, so my sister could, too! It was like a bubble graph or flow chart or mind map.

There were these "classes" going on. I was a part of one or the other. Some ladies from one wanted me to join theirs. They were trying to tell me I was in their class, and I was like, no I'm not. So I left the room or something.

I know I remembered barely 50%. It was a huge dream. Even as the dream went on, during my lucid parts I was concerned about how I would remember it all. Plug for my intention to practice dream recall within the dream state!

There were a bunch of parts with my sister. I remember she was showing me this map thing. The "dream screen" kept moving along the map. One part said "Latin America" but it had only sea above it, not North America. What looked like the East Coast of the U S had all these differently named and shaped states. it was all green or grey. It took me a little while to notice that it was a different map than the "official" world map.

My sister was poking me or pinching me in this really uncomfortable way. I asked her to stop and kind of moved. When I did that I had the feeling I had broken out of sleep paralysis, but I was in a dream. I had just woken up from a dream within that dream. That is what I think led into the false awakening below.

False Awakening: OCEAN US

I had a false awakening after the above dream. I had begun to think of how long that whole dream had been so long and I better remember it soon. Then I had my Panasonic land line in my bed. It was starting to make noise. I think some people weere talking in it and then I tried to turn it off. I think in this false awakening I was also adjusting my eye mask a lot. Then the phone had a menu with 3 options, all in all caps. Two, I forgot. The one I remember is "OCEAN US" or "OCEANS US". I selected that option and the phone started playing Pokemon theme music in the ring tone sound that the land line has. I tried a few times to shut it off, and couldn't. I got pre lucid in that I tried a finger palm test, but it didn't go through. I could clearly see my dream hands. Some dream light was beginning to filter in the dream window. But it didn't seem to be a dream, so I panicked more. I was laying on my right side just like I was in waking life.

Blinking

I "woke up" from that F A in my dream version of my physical bed, thinking, "Ah, man, I can't believe it got me again this time." I thought it would be crazy if it were another false awakening but seriously doubted it. But, I thought to myself, if it was another false awakening, it won't trick me this time!

Then I was standing by the corner of my bed in the corner of my room. I thought to myself, wait, I don't remember standing up... And I tried a little checking if it was a dream. Nothing really was clear so then I walked around to the end of my bed. Suddenly I flew to the wall accross from where I was and pressed against it.

Oh, wait a second, I thought, I am flying. Perhaps it is a dream after all. I still wasn't sure though. Maybe I was on the floor, but just not feeling my feet. Then, I landed on the floor, and that was when I knew I had been flying, so I knew it was a dream.

What should I do? What should I do? I thought to myself. By some miracle, the CLEAR technique came into my mind, from Llelwyn's guide, I think its called.

C, I thought, C. C means Calm Down my emotions. I don't remember what I actually did to calm my emotions but when I thought this, I guess I just got calmer.

L, L, What is L? I thought. Look around. Okay. (Switch to present tense.) I am looking around. I see some things dimly, like some shapes, of things in my room. I remembered that looking around didn't always help me. Sometimes it was destabilizing. So i got nervous. But then I started to blink. For some reason, blinking made things get more vivid and the dream felt more stable. I looked out my back window down and to the right, and saw this funny village of colorful amusement park types of buildings. With like rainbow clown hair and a funny face. I remember telling myself not to focus too hard on trying to form a memory of it, just keep blinking and looking around. I remember one white square building with a big red plus sign on it. I might have seen the sky.

Look Around was going well, so I moved onto "E". E, I thought, What is E? E is Engage the dream. I realized I had already been doing this by pressing on various walls. I continued to rub walls and they felt grainy like my physical room. I was feeling really good after having got over that initial hump of instability. I couldn't believe I was about to really make something of this false awakening L D.

(Whoops I lost track of present tense.) Then I went to my front wall and saw a mirror. I noticed my reflection and my hair but not sure how close it was. I saw a mural with some people on it. One person reminded me of me, and I tried pulling them out of the mural and into my room. It was kind of impulsive. The person slowly materialized into "3 dimensional" form and while they did this I went back to stabilizing the dream. I never made it to A or R though in the CLEAR technique. I got kind of side tracked by the person, interacted with them a bit, and woke up physically.

I was very excited though to have remembered the CLEAR technique and really worked it up to the point that I did.

Notes

I remembered the Blinking LD and the F A before it very well. However the dream before the False Awakening was so long that I wasn't able to remember it as clearly. But it was definitely an L D I am proud of. A culmination of my study and practice so far and a sign of progress.

As I was laying there recalling it, I almost thought I would get another dream! I drifted to sleep a little but still had as much recall as I did before falling asleep, the next time I awoke. I really wanted another dream after that, but the sun was up, and I couldn't sleep again.

I also want to note that I was able to recall 90% of what I recorded over night in my voice recorder, in the morning, without having to listen to the recording. I think it is because I am forming conscious memories more strongly at times. But still it helps to have a recording for that last 10-20% and in case I had a morning where I wasn't so fortunate. Plus I think the act of recording it also solidifies it in memory. Ironically recording it makes me remember it better such that I don't need the actual recording as much. haw haw.

I am walking on the side walk on a park and see a guy wearing sunglasses. I walk up to approach him and I notice that one of his friends were with him. I ask him if he would like me to buy anything for him. He responds by saying "yes, a taco would be good, it should cost $4.75" I put my hands in my pocket to check if I had enough. Then his friend came to me and ask if I could get her anything.

I wasn't sure because I didn't have enough money for both of them. But I decided I will find out once I arrive at the store. I ask for the location of the store. They told me if I went down a dark alley I would and walk to my left I will stumble upon the right store. I began walking towards the alley and notice an immediate change in the environment. The air was shrouded by mist and it felt heavy to breathe.

I look around and it would appear to be like an underground city here. I could see a woman smoking while casually walking. I couldn't see her clearly due to the darkness of the area. I walk passed her and see this wide circle shape window. I walk to it slowly and when I viewed it I had trouble focusing on it for some reason. I open my eyes wider to see what was happening and then suddenly I felt someone behind me, just watching me.

I take a second to turn around without causing a reaction and then I realize the darkness had grown and I could hardly see anything. But I could see that it was the woman I had walk pass that was smoking earlier. She didn't say anything, but some how I knew that I was dreaming now. After that the environment had change in to a scene where someone was holding themselves on the ground before exploding in a burst of energy. I watch it from a far and not too long afterwards everything went black and I had a false awakening.

1. I am in a house watching a TV with a horrible reception. Someone changes the channel to the weather station. It is the forecast for New York. I tell everyone in the room I used to live in New York. I begin to feel nostalgic listening. I wish I were back in New York, but realize if were, I'd probably grow restless and wish I were someplace else.

2. I am on a trip with a National Guard unit. I have a big duffel bag that gets lost. It was in a Hummer that left and now I have nothing but the clothes on my back and a small transistor radio I am carrying (a dream sign). I try to find another Hummer but all are already occupied. The rest of the unit and I are stranded at a Home Depot. It is uncertain why we are there. It appears we are waiting for a bus to come get us. The store supervisor meanwhile comes and puts us all to work. There are big swinging pendulums and lots of mechanical equipment all around us. I go to the customer service desk to ask the girl if I can rent a locker for my radio. She tells me there are no more lockers, but she could store it in her car for me for five bucks. People behind me in line are now growing impatient. She tells me she has to leave soon, and if the bus doesn't come before she leaves she'll put the radio on a shelf under a clock. I thank her and yell to everyone in line "She's going to make some money!" and give her the five bucks for her offer.

Everyone from my unit is gone when I return. I search the entire store for them in vain. I think the bus came while I was at customer service. From here, I somehow end up in a hotel room. I am partially naked and without my radio. I decide to wander around the hotel to look for cards or newspapers or anything to tell me what city I'm in. For some reason I'm thinking Waco. I take an elevator down to the spa. I realize I'm holding my clothes in my arms and lost my room key. I press the button to go down but instead the elevator goes up -- all the way up to the top 16th floor. The door opens and there is a person in a wheelchair looking at me. I step around him and go down a short flight of stairs and suddenly realize I am inside a private room. The walls are decorated with violets and roses and ornate designs. I pass a kitchen. A Hispanic lady is inside it speaking to her teenage son and daughter in Spanish. I ask her where the 'public television' is and she points to the back of the room. It is obvious there is no 'public television'; the TV in the back of the room is hers along with everything else in this apartment. I turn on the TV and she comes over and stretches out beside me on a long ottoman. We strike up a conversation. She asks me if I'm a writer. I tell her yes, in a way -- I keep a dream journal, if that counts. She becomes enthusiastic and tells me how much she loves to dream. I ask her if she's ever had a lucid dream. She doesn't know what they are so I explain: "It's when you wake up inside of a dream." As I tell her this I focus on the details of her face and contours of her attractive body on the ottoman. I find her face very average, but her body smooth and fit. I begin to grow aroused and the dream fades. Dreamt 3/8/2017

I just want to record this dream fragment.

There were two guard dogs sitting in what looked like a place you'd keep sheep (a pen?). Two different breeds. I have no idea why they were in a pen because they could jump out easily.
In fact, one of them did jump out.

It was a big, dark grey dog. Like this, except a little bit more muscular:


It jumped on me and easily overpowered me.
It started biting my face, but it was like play-bites. I was laughing away, like I usually do when dogs give me loads of attention. I loved it.
All the while, being pinned down by this great big dog, I knew fine well that this beast could chew through my face like butter.

I think the dog's owner was nearby and wondering why their guard dog has come off of guard duty.

Day 22, 23, and 24:

Fell asleep at: 11:30

Woke up at: 7:00


Dream 22, 23, and 24:

All of them were not really dreams in the slightest. Just random images.



Day 25:

Fell asleep at: 11:30

Woke up at: 7:30


Dream 25: I Now Know My Greatest Fear

Walking around the band hall, it seems people are preparing for the parade that's going on today. Pfft, losers. THIS GUY doesn't need to go...

But I should learn to keep my big mouth shut...

I find my way to Band Hall #3, where the uniforms for the percussionists are being stored. Mocking them, I told them "Good luck with the parade, and don't get horse crap on your shoes."

Walking outside the room, I notice something a bit peculiar...

My right foot has now been TWISTED inward. You know that thing that happens when you get a cramp and your toes forcefully move themselves in either direction? Well that was me. But with my whole foot.

I have to get to an ambulance.

I hobble on one foot, desperately clutching the other as I try to make my way towards my mom's car. My reading teacher acknowledges my situation, but stoppes making fun of me when she sees me collapse on the floor.

Now my entire JAWLINE is forcefully pushed to the left. I can't speak, can't move, and now I can't even see--as my vision quickly turns tunnel. For ten whole seconds I am in the worst, most painful, most powerless state I have ever been in.

And then the dream ended.

The dream scene was this concert I was going to. The idea was I was going to roll here but I had a huge test the next day. So I was telling my classmates I was going to roll and then study later. I get to the concert and it's at this stage with tables around it in the crowd. I'm at one and Judy walks up and starts talking to my parents which apparently are there. She was acting a bit crazy and I was concerned. At some point it was like a sleep over and we were playing mario kart but my own dream version, this has happened several times and I can sort of remember this version.

I go up to the center of the stage and then to the side. Zoe is there and the dream starts to focus on her. The dream was on a slant towards the stage and it was an open field to the stage. She comes into focus and floats up, something happens and it's the entire dream's focus.

I try to go get food in the dream. It turns into my neighborhood. I'm trying to get pho in castle wood. The house is this small white structure that has a cute little family there.

I'm in this very close town. It's a town that has bars close to each other. I'm there getting a drink maybe. My friend Mason's gf Dani is there. I say hello to her thinking her classes just ended and we go to the same university. We're in this little bar.

I'm in a movie theater. The theme is this dance competition my fraternity does. The theater is like the one from that halloween movie where the people have spider webs on them from being cursed there. I'm roped into being in the dance. I start to mimic dance moves from the people to the right and left of me. There's a crowd watching us. We start to do this made up dance, I'm following along by watching the people next to me. There's people sledding and doing tricks from the top of the theater across. I had this feeling that people from a lot of organizations were watching us. There was a lot of back and forth banter between us and the other guys there. The theater was icy.

Morning of March 9 2018. Friday.



My father is alive and appears as he was in the 1960s. I do not remember that he died in 1979. I am also not at all aware of my current conscious self identity. My age may be implied to be about thirty. I ride around in a car with him in late morning. The driver’s side is on the left, implying America.

There are a few repeated scenes. We mostly visit apartment buildings where gangsters supposedly live. No one is around but us until the last scene.

My father punches a wall and creates the impression of dampness and marks like small squid tentacles instead of fingers.

At one point, I watch a waterbed wiggle. A large squid apparently lives inside the mattress and the movement of the mattress’s surface is caused by this otherwise unseen squid. I am briefly, though not viably aware that I am dreaming, and I consider if this scene is autosymbolism as relating, as a precursor, to hypnopompic kicks (as did my donkey inside a mattress dream from Christmas of 2016, which crosses my mind as such very vaguely and briefly).

In the last scene, my father and I are standing in a hallway where a curtain is drawn across one area. An unfamiliar male moves the curtains aside and says my father has a doctor’s appointment.

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Water usually represents, as autosymbolism, the essence of sleep, dream state induction (in fact, my most common form of induction since early childhood, occurring at least once every sleeping period), and the absence of emotion in unconsciousness. I suspect, curiously enough (from personal evidence), at least on one level, that a squid has something to do with augmented sexuality, however, as related to dream state reinduction (as a subliminal directive) rather than waking life. The problem with pretending that dreams are symbolically about waking life is in ignoring how the fictitious non-lucid dream self (personified subconscious, which lacks temporality and intelligence) is not the conscious self and that, even when non-lucid, I typically seek the understanding of the dream state rather than waking life, to develop clarity of mind. Plus, dreams are primarily autosymbolic in symbolizing the nature of biology, vestibular system ambiguity, transitions in unconsciousness, and consciousness reascension, so how could they viably relate to waking life in the way many people seem to believe (other than when additionally prescient or as literal carryovers)?

Other than being autosymbolic of the usual RAS mediation and the emergent consciousness factor (by way of preconscious personification), the last part of my dream regarding the doctor (looking into my dream self’s essence through the curtains, which is autosymbolism for the liminal space of the waking transition) is possibly literal and reflects my occasional focus on mortality, though hopefully not literally prescient yet. From experience, I know that my father now often represents my current conscious self identity even if it is otherwise not extant in the dream state. Still, I really had to go upon waking, and as a waterbed mattress is called a “bladder”, there may be a connection, though I had a dream about a squid on a mattress in 2015, and although there were pools of water on the bed, it was not a waterbed. Incidental associations are probably enough to trigger such a dream, though, especially in punching a wall (vaguely influenced by the 1980s movie “Altered States”), with a wall representing the autosymbolic barrier between fictitious dream self identity and conscious self identity.

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Got a long dream and a WILD/DEILD loop to note.

Dream 1 - I'm a Bug Guy

The visuals were mostly clear. I was walking around the corridors of a highschool as a student, hurrying, as I was almost late for my first class. On arriving, I found it was a small classroom run by a blonde haired, bespectacled woman in her late 30's. Think this was a math course, one of several I had in addition to precalculus and algebra.

Timeskip later. I spent a while in a science class, where I felt I'd poor grades. Another timeskip, where I was returning to the math class. But now, I was undoubtedly tardy by at least 15 minutes. I rushed near the classroom, then hid behind the door. After pondering it over, I "recalled" having shapeshifting powers, and thought to use this to sneak in and alter the log book. So, I tried shrinking down to the size of a mayfly, only to actually become a mayfly. Furthermore, my viewpoint fluctuated, switching from third person and from my current body's perspective within seconds. This distortion gave me semi-lucidity, just aware enough to know I could get away with just about anything.

Anyway, I flew inside, where I immediately bothered the teacher, buzzing near her ear and bumping onto her shoulder. She flailed around clumsily, only to get lucky and actually take hold of me. Given her weary smile, I could tell she's already dealt with such mischief from me before. The teacher tightens her grip just enough for me to feel pain, all while she finishes some paperwork. In response, I change into a gnat, then slip through her fingers, though I suspected she wanted as much.

I fly to my desk, where I go on and pester others. This time, I targeted two girls adjacent to my desk, both in conversation. One had dark brown hair, the other light brown, and both appeared well past high school age. I changed back into a mayfly, and proceeded as before. However, the two were less tolerant of my antics. As soon as one of them managed to catch me, she dashed me under her desk, flattening me to a pulp.

That wasn't very sporting. I rewound time, and asserted that I was invincible. Now, instead of getting squished, I was simply stunned momentarily. I then went right on bothering the two. The girls eventually relented, and made a game of seeing who could catch and keep hold of me the longest. Such fancy went on for minutes.

Another timeskip. Something about being in the cafeteria, talking to a familiar figure, and video game references. Cut again later to the hallways. I spotted my brother, Harvey, seated on the floor, whom I assumed was enrolled under extraordinary circumstances (as was I, no doubt). He was finishing a group project, which just seemed to be a simple pre-school coloring assignment scribbled entirely in orange crayon.

Soon, the math teacher appeared. I followed her to ask her a few things about the course. Then, when she wasn't looking, I shrunk myself down to an inch high. She wasn't at all fooled, though, as she quickly spotted me, scooped me up, then placed me on her shoulder. In any case, we continued along, chit-chatting amicably while she completed her various chores.

I woke up minutes later.


Dream 2 - Slippery WILD Loop

Scene 1 - Reanchored From Flight
WILD transition in bed. I float out the door while focusing on gravity. Things destabilized seconds later. Brief awakening into DEILD.

Scene 2 - Briefly In Another Wooden Home
Transition in bed. I began rubbing my hands and spinning in place, upon which I quickly wound up in the void. Took about a minute before a scene began forming. I then found myself in an unknown home, a place constructed entirely of wood, dim light providing visibility. I floated around the place momentarily, only for things to warp. Cue another brief awakening.

Scene 3 - Invisible Sensuality
Transition in bed yet again. After rubbing my hands, I imagined my guide, E, nearby. Just then, I was toppled and caressed by an invisible entity, certainly, a partial form of my guide. I kinda lost myself to emotion. A minute later, I briefly woke up yet again.

Scene 4 - A Glimpse of Angel Island
Yet another transition in bed, where I rubbed hands once more. Then, I imagined being in Sky Sanctuary Zone from Sonic 3 & Knuckles. The namesake theme song began playing. A video then formed, depicting the intro sequence from Sonic 3 in which Sonic and Tails are flying their plane to Angel Island. The screen then locked on the island's shores as the others disappeared. I try forcing myself within the environment, and could feel myself forming there. But, things soon destabilized, and I woke up for good.

Walking

I was in a small town walking with my brother. It was getting to be dark. We entered a coffee shop. I wanted a chocolate pastry of some kind but they didn't have any.

I told my brother and his friend i wanted something from a different coffee shop. So they waited while I went in one. First there was a huge line up. The place was big and i couldn't see the front counter. The line began moving fast. The inside of my mouth began hurting and i noticed i had a huge metal hook in my mouth. Then i saw it was connected to a chain and it was dragging me and the others around. It was no longer a coffee shop, but endless dark hallways.

TOM

I was walking into my living room in my dream house when I noticed an old man sitting in a chair. He had a blue housecoat on and was watching TV. I asked him who he was and he said , "Tom," I remember the name sounding familiar. His face turned red and melted away to a skull.

FA, In a sleep paralysis state. I can see my normal room but it's a lucid dream somehow and i can't move. I feel and evil like presence. I will myself strongly to move and manage to move my head past my table. I start to get up but i notice that I am still actually lying in my bed. Something gave me the illusion of moving when I didn't. I start praying to Jesus for help and the dream ends instantly.

Another dream i had was a fragment of playing a mandolin electric guitar.

Dreams from march eighth to ninth, yo!

I had lots more vivid dreams tonight. They were cool because there were some longer dreams, not just a bunch of cut scene type things. I don't know what exactly caused this improvement over the last two days, but I am happy about it.
Bus with M M and K F

In the first dream I remember, I was on a bus with M M and K F. There was something about M M kissing someone and K F sitting with me. I felt shy around K F. I always liked her. there was more to this dream but I forgot.

Pokemon Menu Too bright

I was with some people in my Nana's room. We had dream game boy D S's or 3 D S's and were playing them. It was a new Pokemon game. There was something about Pokemon Y Y or a pokemon with the letters Y Y in the middle of its name. Maybe it was in someone's signature in a message board.

I found one of the menus too bright so I hacked some settings to make it not too bright. However this made the game not function as well.

Job with M

This was a much longer dream. It had a lot of scenes and locations but felt like all one dream so here goes.

My memory of it begins with talking to my friend M early in the morning. There may have been stuff the previous day. There was something about a job that Dream M was starting. He said they had a job for me too. He was leaving early. It was 7ish and then it was 8:38 A M when I looked again. I was afraid that if I worked too early, I would have to blow off my writing. There was this part about how M or my Dad was saying how he only had 45 dollars left in the bank and so he was really lucky to get a job.

I decided to go with him to the job place. I thought if it was a long drive I could write while he drove, but I thought I would feel bad for ignoring him while I wrote.

Instead of a car trip there, it was like I was in front of my friend dream A M's house on the main road in my dream town. It was 3 stories tall. I don't think I was lucid but I flew up to where I was level with the top of the dream house, then back down. Something about trying not to make too much noise whenst I landed.

Dream M's new job was located at a dream gas station. There was dirt out front. Actually his house had been made into a gas station, which I imagined was not fun to live next door to. The whole drive way was all dirt.

Then it was like I was down this hill behind the dream gas station. I heard a woman talking who made me think of a woman from You Tube. She was saying how dreams are not stressful or something like that. I walked or glided up the dream hill. I remember the colors brown dirt and green grass and bushes. One path of dirt seemed to open up.

I got to the dream gas station ready to start my job. Dream M was there doing his job. I got to this counter top and there was a toilet underneath it. I peed in there. There was an orange container of dish soap on the counter. I expected something else.

There was a talk of some kind of Physics concept.

Inside the dream gas station, my friend Jo had 6 giant bags of laundry. He needed them all done. Because I was in a money making mood, I said I would clean all his laundry. But because it was so dirty from being left for so long, I would use a grabber. I could tell there was some fear of seeing his underwear in the laundry. But then he started pulling out his dream pajama pants and touching me with them. L O L.

Because I was in the mind set of making money, I decided to be patient with him and treat him like a customer. I thought this while looking at a bunch of framed photos on the counter and a little bowl of nuts and bolts and coins. I was thinking there were a dollars worth or so of coins in there, but even that was a lot to me. (I think this dream job stuff came because my friend M called me and mentioned some job suggestions.)

There was also something when I was flying up and then landed. I was in a circle with 2 other guys. One was a guy I knew from a nearby Pokemon tournament. I bumped into him when I flew back down. I was really excited to be flying, but he was hurt. Where we had collided, we both had these red wounds with a gash in the middle, and white puffy stuff coming out. It seemed pretty gross. He was really worried about his wound and was kind of in a daze at first. Then he ran downstairs to the basement. I was yelling to him that he should tell people I had bumped into him and then describe the wound that formed. I wasn't thinking much about my own wound though.

Then it transformed into this mall type of setting. There was a memorial for the guy who had gotten the wound. A big guy in a black shirt with a silver cross was standing near a square pillar, mourning. Lots of other people were standing all around. One family was bickering. I walked by my Nana and gave her a nod of knowingness. I felt weird for giving her such a small acknowledgement but I felt like I was on the inside of something top secret.

Then it morphed to where I was walking down this sidewalk in a neighborhood. I saw the bottom of a cell phone hanging off the edge of someones roof. I kind of worried that it would fall, but decided to leave it. I had something in mind about telekinesis. There could have been a lot more about it that I forgot. At least how I was doing telekinesis or what I did with it.

Something about how I was a big football player. I had a blender and was preparing some food. I had to whack the protein powder scooper on the sides of the blender to get all the dust off the scooper.

Notes

That was from the first time I woke up that night. Well, the second. The first time I woke up I might have remembered a dream but I kind of rotated my body. I woke up on my front and remembered to stay perfectly still the next time I woke up, so I could think through the dreams. I didn't need to go #1 too bad so I was able to stay still long enough to recover a lot of detail.

B R or L K?

I had a dream I really wish I remembered the beginning of. I moved as soon as I woke up and I think this dislodged it. The funny thing was I actually fell asleep while struggling to recall these. Then when I woke up, I was in sleep paralysis again, so I was able to remember more of them, plus another dream. Usually that happens the other way around!

It began with a woman, either B R and/or L K, and we just woke up. We were around a bed or rectangular table trying to remember dreams. I felt this part was such a good part of the dream but couldn't remember details. I certainly tried my best to remember them though.

We were at my Nana's. I saw my Uncle out on the back patio, talking, either to himself, praying, or on the phone. He may have been smoking but I couldn't tell.

I went out front and saw B R or L K. Maybe they were blended or something. I remember having a really great conversation with whoever it was. There was a lot to it but the details were mostly lost. I felt like she really liked me.

There was some kind of cut scene where I was with her out in the day time on this cement ramp thing. A younger kid and some other kids were walking up to us. I remembered the younger kid's face. L K or B R was with me. The kid asked me if I wanted something from last summer. I realized he was asking me if I wañted some kind of drug and I didn't want B R or L K to know about that. After that it seemed B R or L K left me. She seemed to dissappear. There were other guys walking down the ramp in that groop.

Then I was back at my Nana's. I was in some kind of class thing in the dining room. Then I remember my Uncle and another guy sitting together, making some joke. They were saying that I sucked, and laughing.

I wasn't too offended. I walked backwards down the stairs, making some kind of gesture.

When I got to the living room, I saw that B R and L K were sitting on the couches by the fire place with my sister and another female relative. I felt relieved. It gave me the sense they had been waiting for me, and they hadn't left me after all.

They walked towards the other part of the living room, closer to where you walk in. There was this big square table and I sat with the T V behind me. I was sitting on a series of stools that were breaking or caving in. One was my white kitchen stool thing. The other was this brown sewing table thing that I saw someone throwing out, only shorter. It seemed too short to reach the table.

I was telling everyone how I just took an important class. I was saying something about how I am going to sell fruit. I had a bunch of cut onions in front of me as well as other fruits and vegetables. Dream Aunt C brought me a Dream Pitcher of Dream Water and I thought this was silly. because she had filled the pitcher to the top but now how will I put the fruit or veggies in it to blend?

There was also a brown dog there.

Ups and Downs

I had this dream after falling back to sleep after the B R and L K dream. I had a good instinct to realize I had just fallen back asleep, and try to see what that dream was, before going back to the previous dream I hadn't yet recorded.

So in the dream I had relapsed on caffeine. I was going to talk with a counselor. Even though I had relapsed, I was trying to do 20 minutes of a T M style meditation in the mornings. I was showing him this graph with some sort of sinusoidal wave form thing. I was explaining how I had high levels of the wave form around the morning meditation time, and lower levels at other times. I was explaining to him how all this would even out. He just agreed with me about it.

Help in Store

I had another dream that I wasn't sure where it fit. Maybe it was in the same sleep phase of the "Ups and Downs" dream above. But I dreamed that I was in this grocery store or department store. I was asking a dream woman at a help kiosk for help with getting a dream A T M to work. The dream woman seemed to speak a different lañguage, like Spañish or Portuguese. I tried to say in Spañish that I don't speak much Spanish. She led me to another dream woman at a dream desk who spoke Eñglish.

Surreal Sequence

I had a surreal sequence of dreams or dream scenes. They all seemed like the same dream but maybe they were separate.

I was at the local Stop and Shop. I had a thing of dish detergent in the cart, but I called it deodorant. I said something out loud about getting more deodorant. Then I saw J A on line at a register and felt embarassed, because I wouldn't put dish detergent under my arms. I tried to explain to her how I meant to say detergent but couldn't think of the word. It was bright in the store.

In one scene, there was a little child who was crying for more chocolate. His older sister got mad and put her finger in his throat. He coughed up the chocolate. She was like, "Theres your chocolate!"

In another part I had my head by the wall and pressing into it. I was laying on the floor, perhaps hiding, under a table. Maybe I was trying to sleep and I didn't want anyone to find me.

There was a part with this stick figure or outline of a body made from twine.

There was a part with these three dogs near the Petco in G C. They were running by themselves along the sidewalk. one of them jumped up and bit a flag that was maybe 5 or 6 feet up from the ground. Another dog tried but could barely jump a foot. That dog looked sad.

There was a lot more to these dreams, but I forgot. I had the false awakening listed below, directly afterwards. After that false awakening, I moved immediately to check if my microphone was there, and that may have dislodged the dream.

Not Until I Dream journal!

I had a false awakening after the previous dream. In the F A I was in my bed but in my previous house. I had my voice recorder and microphone, even with the pop filter, but it wouldn't line up right. I turned it over and it seemed to work.

I even dreamed that I was laying in bed thinking through the dreams and then decided, I better not wait too long, and recorded them.

I noticed some light filtering in the room and was surprised morning had come already. I grabbed for my extra cloths to put over my eyes, to block the light, and it blocked it.

Then I heard some dream sounds from the dream hallway. My dream sister was talking about saturated fat on the phone with someone. I was surprised my dream door was open. I felt fear that my dream details would slip away, the actual ones I had just dreamed about. My dream sister was trying to get my attention.

It was 11:14 or 11:34 A M or so in dream time so it wasn't like she would know I had just woken up. But I was mad. I yelled at her to go away until I was done. She cried. I could hear her high pitched crying.

I woke up in my physical bed feeling really bad about this. It took me some time to realize I was in my bed at 15 Swoo and my sister was upstate, so it was just a dream. I think it shows me that I would be so mad at someone if they interrupted my dream recall.

Back over to You

I fell back asleep while recalling this and couldn't remember the beginning. It was a dream of a guy who had a lucid dream and did something weird that used all his lucid energy. Then there were some guys taking him away on a boat, and he couldn't get away because he had used all his lucid energy up. I wasn't lucid, as far as I know, but I was watching this. I remembered something with a block of wood or a boat rig but couldn't remember what it was he did. I know the dream clearly had something he did but the detail vanished. I could remember the guys faces on the boat who captured him so I thought I would get that detail but that was as far as it went.

The dream also showed him making a youtube video or pod cast about his dream. I think I was at a computer watching or listening to it. He kept saying, "Ok, back to you", as if he was taking turns talking but with himself. I was like, why is he doing that? Maybe listening back before he records more.

There was also a part I think had to do with this all, where I was staring into security cameras. There were 3 up in corners and I was looking into them. I wanted them to see and hear me. I forgot how it all went together, or if this was a separate dream.

Pokemon Display

This dream had something about how I was supposed to help at a Pokemon Symposium thing. There was some kind of Pokemon screen showing while a guy talked. It was showing this Pokemon sprite that rapidly flipped between Pokemon. His voice lined up with the Pokemon at times and I thought that was good timing. The buttons on the bottom of the screen had play, pause, fast forward, rewind and other media player types of options. But I couldn't get them to work. I had black gloves on and thought they were touch screen gloves but they weren't.

Notes

Very vivid and interesting dreams.

I was grabbed by a man with black hair and a beard. He held my hands with his, and his hands burnt me, leaving tattoos on my flesh. I ran way and got into a car on our journey an ambulance reversed at us without putting on its lights, we swerved out of the way. Arriving at a swimming pool (water sign of the day, lol) , I had a son in the dream instead of a daughter. He fell into the water with his coat on, I followed in after him. Then a vision appeared of my partners mother (who has passed away) who we sorely miss, I looked and saw that my partner was looking to. Then the apparition vanished. We both acknowledged that we had seen her.
Next we were visiting a library but the neighbourhood was like a no go zone. There were alleyways with gates at the end leading towards the centre of town. We headed off down one feeling apprehensive. Then the dream got really vivid and I could see the tattoos on my hands from before. One hand had white and green patterns like a frog on them and the other was a spikier pattern. I started to peel the tattoos off , like wet thick paint the flesh peeled away. On the second hand there was a thin black leather clasp also under the flesh with a buckle. As well there were piercings like those for someone's belly button.

I had quite a good string of dreams this morning. I can only remember flashes of them now.

I remember standing in the middle of a street with some people for some reason (I remember it was a weird reason, but I cannot remember the reason), I turned round and saw a beautiful woman cross the street. I dunno why but I wanted to talk to her. But, she was gone before I could do anything. I turned back round and continued whatever it was I was doing.
I turns round again and saw the same woman crossing the street.
I shouted to her, "You're beautiful!"
She replied, "Aww aren't you a cutey pie."
And she walked away and I never saw from her again. I started to fill with regret, that I didn't run up to her and start talking to her.

Next thing I remember is being in a house with my cousins and some other family.
This was a really weird bit, but I just can't remember it. I remember having a mattress to sleep on in the house.
When we went outside, that's when it got weird. I think we were playing some sort of sport which our lives depended on. Right now, the vague memory of it feels like a Roman chariot fight to the death or something.

My entire dream(s) was flooded with thoughts about my new Advaita Vedanta thread I just posted last night. I worked hard on it, so all the major words kept repeating in my mind. I'm pretty sure I was trying to teach people in the dream.

Next thing I remember is being in a club, or a bar. I think some part of me was trying to re-create the first incident with a girl, so I went round complimenting girls. But they all just looked at me like I'm a freak.

Next thing I remember is, somehow, back in the house, I was kissing a girl. I don't even know what she looks like, I only remember having my eyes shut and kissing her.
Then BOOM, I realized it was a dream!
I continued to kiss her. I felt myself waking up, it was like a reverse-transition, likely due to excitement, so I calmed myself down, but I wanted to keep kissing, so I kept going.
While kissing, I was thinking to myself, "I should really open my eyes and stabilize this dream. I should really stop kissing and stabilize the dream."
But nope, I kept my eyes shut and kept kissing.
30 seconds later, I must have lost my consciousness or something because that was the end of my lucid dream.

I cannot remember the rest.

First lucid in aaaages! And it's all thanks to giving up weed. Quick results! I love it.

So I had intended for my next DJ entry to be demonstrating my new system that I've been using for offline dream journals in where I document things such as my reality checks and meditation themes. But yesterday I was busy with schoolwork and didn't meditate, nor did I document my RCs. (I did do plenty of e'm though.) So I'm going to leave that off here for now. TBH the lucid dream isn't all that interesting either but I haven't posted anything in awhile.

In all honesty I don't remember the temporial congruity of the dream. I was with Manei; the two of us were walking through the park next to my neighborhood. I was talking to her about some [highly personal stuff doesn't belong online] and she incited my lucidity. I find it very strange how I can be casually talking to her within an dream and only become lucid midway through the conversation. Nevertheless I was lucid and happy to be there.

I somehow got to flying which lately has been inconsistent but my jet propulsion seemed to work fine as I tested it out, buzzing some nearby trees. Manei asked me to carry her in flight. I asked her why she couldn't ever fly; she is presumably the more powerful the pair. I don't recall her response, but I told her that I couldn't carry her, reminding her without physically speaking of previous times she had sent me careening from the sky from attempting to piggyback me.

However this is a physical schema, and one to which I eventually thought of a workaround for; I had Manei transform to her form as a young child and then carried her into the air. This seemed to work for flying. I lifted into the air with her on my shoulders and found I didn't really have a noticeable drop in maneuverability. I was still able to weave around trees and buildings easily. There did, irritatingly seem to be a height limit of about 25 meters; and I could not gain any more altitude after that. I also seemed to have limited speed, as I tried to blast off at supersonic speeds and was unsuccessful.

I flew at (relatively) low speeds above the park and my town. My goals was to head away from the town, in order to hopefully find myself in an OTD environment, but I instead landed on a modified version my college campus. The buildings were larger, altered and more spread out but I recognized the basic layout. I lost lucidity and noticed that my legs felt really tired so I sat down by the side of a walkway wondering why I was so tired.

The dream scene was at the beach. There were houses on the shoreline that were gated off and had nice green lawns. There were pools on the other sides of the gates. I was riding along a boardwalk path thing on this unicycle that was 15-20 feet up in the air. There were groups of people on the beach in bathing suits and every time I passed a group they were looking up at me smiling. At some point I went over the gate and into a pool that was filled with some sort of plastic balls but they were really small. The guy who owned the house came out and started yelling at me but ended up saying "thanks for getting sugar in the pool."

Another dream I was in this cabin far out in the woods. It was my birthday and there were friends from home and my accounting program that were celebrating with me. It was like a party but it was also a sleep over. I was keeping tabs on people hoping they were having fun. There was a pool outside. The inside was really open and clean. Near the end of the dream this guy with a pony tail was gathering everyone around. It was time to go so he was giving a speech for my birthday. He sat me down at the door and everyone was gathered around as he was talking. I remember he was sitting down in front of me and I was looking into his eyes which were wide and a faint green. I think he was also a girl at some point in the dream too.

The dream opened up and people were leaving in cars, I think I went into the garage and went home. I went home and walked up to my neighbor's house where I saw my neighbor walking down the drive way. I said "hey Ms. Laurie" and we started talking about something that I can't quite remember, but it was controversial. I got behind their house and was scaling up the left side. It seemed like there was someone coming to kill people at the house.

From 08-03-2018

1. The woman in the tent
I'm a woman in my late twenties or early thirties. I used to be just a normal copenhagener. But for some reason I have had a psychotic break down, and now live in a tent in some abandoned place in the city. My POV shifts from 1st to 3rd person, so sometimes I can see the absolute squalor I'm living in, with old food (vegetables and goats cheese) rotting away in piles in the tent and mad drawings decorating the sides. But at other times I'm in her head, living her life, and then everything is different. I am then a party girl attracting all the men. For example I'm at a party at a hotel with a handsome guy, but another catch my eye, and I convince them both to come to my hotel room. Scene ends when I accidently get into the elevator without them. All the while I'm in the elevator I can hear two guys having a merry time in the neighboring elevator.
At some point my psychosis wanes a little and I see that a friend of mine has come to "rescue" me. It becomes very important to me that she doesn't discover the extent of my misery, so I joke with her, telling her that I just had a minor stress-related break down and went to live inthe tent to get closer to nature. I'm afraid she might look into the tent, because now I can see how disgusting it is, and there is no hiding my craziness if she sees my drawings.

2. Cows
I'm at the farm. A lot of people are around, because apparently the farm is also a school. My old teacher is there. I'm going to an exam later. Many of the cows have udders that are cracked through the middle like half-opened walnuts, and I'm very worried. I ask my mom to do something, but she is too busy making up something to heal their feet.

3. B2

4. The young witch
I'm a young witch, Harry Potter style, maybe around 13 years old. I'm at a party at Bag End (the Hobbit). The Weasleys, Hermione, Bilbo Baggins and a priest are also attending. I get drunk and make out with someone, but I can't remember who. The next day at breakfast I imagine it was Bill, because I think he is handsome. Hermione says that Bill gets around a lot, and to defend his honor I swear at her. The priest hears me, and spend the rest of the day convincing me that most women are sinful and useless and I am of the worst kind. In the end I'm writing pages in my diary about what a worthless female I am.