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Fell asleep at: 11:30 PM

Woke up at: 7:40 AM


Dream 111: Hitchhiker's Guide For Getting Whatever You Want

Nighttime; Grandma's house. A raging party is going on outside. I'm in the living room, watching Spanish television, thinking to myself "Wow, Latino TV is lewd as hell. There are also a lot of clowns." Then I pull a tablet out of my pocket which resembles the Guide from the Hitchhiker's Guide, though a yellow one and slightly extended. It has three LED lights on the side, red, green, and yellow.

It turns out to be a genie in a bottle, so to speak. And as is turns out, the three lights stand for something. Red is for 'Evil', Yellow is 'Neutral', and Green is 'Helpful'. Under the Red section one of the wishes is 'Create a clone and kill it/Create life then kill it'. I decide to use the machine to stop the party outside. Everyone leaves but they leave all their trash on the patio. Then the dream ended.


Dream 112: Not Really The Last of Us

The dream starts with a zombie covered in some dark green goo--which I presume is the cause of the apocalypse--chasing down a woman in her house. It pins her down on the floor and bites her ear off. I see the lights flickering on and off in the house.

Now suddenly in the house, I bolt it and run away as fast as I can from the goopy monstrocity. Then the dream ended.

I was at my middle school... and my elementary school. Basically it was both schools fused into one and there were food stands everywhere like in carnivals. I was talking to some friends and enemies from my middle school there, and once I stopped talking to them, I started walking around. I made it to the entrance of the elementary school part of the building when I noticed I was dreaming. I looked at my left hand and noticed that I only had four fingers like a cartoon character. I then became lucid. I yelled at the top of my lungs "I AM LUCID! YESSS!!!!" before I realized that I might wake up. I think I half woke up anyway, because I was also fully able to hear and feel things from real life. For example, my mom was talking about money, but in my dream I also heard her talking about becoming a food vendor. I also felt my body against my bed. I also accidentally turned my dream into a wet dream, but I refuse to disclose any details.

Dream 1
I sat in a Restaurant or anything of that sort at the same table as a pretty girl. We were talking, until she suddenly grew scared and began to cry. I asked her if she was alright, to wich she simply replied 'No,' got up and ran. After what appeared to be a while I was walking around in a city and there met her, so I walked up to her and asked her what she had been afraid of. She then told me about some dude she kept on seeing and running after but never catching up to. All of a sudden she went stiff and pointed at someone with a dark green pullover walking on the other side of the street, signaling that was the guy she had referred to earlier. When he realized she had seen him he started running, so I took her hand and said "This time there'll be two of us running after him" and, letting her go again, began to sprint. The guy turned around and I could see his face, it looked somewhat asian. While running I thought that, if I were dreaming right now, running could get shortened quite a bit, so I performed an RC - wich was negative. I did not focus as much as I should have, so I may have just overlooked my ability to breathe through a pinched nose, I don't know what happened. It really bugs me. On with the story. At some point he stopped running, and turned to face us. I fought him, at first we were both armed with whiplike elastic strings, later we engaged in unarmed close combat. I did pretty well but ended up lying on the floor unable to move, having to watch him rape her. Note: I was constrained not by his body but by some invisible force. By this point three other girls had appeared who, despite beeing on our side, did not intervene and instead laughed at the guy mocking the poor girl for not beeing fun.
The next scenes have taken place (maybe among others) in a train, some form of coach and a park. I was talking now to all four of the girls who turned out to be two pairs of sisters who, alike the guy I fought earlier, had superhuman powers, and were organised in houses and hierarchies of siblings wherein the age determined the rank. I asked them how one could kill one of their kind since choking had not worked in the fight earlier, and was told that it had something to do with the sister one bit older.

So my family in general is pretty cool. I get along with them fine for the most part, and none of them are psycho in any way. :p

But last night I had this crazy nightmare that my dad was trying to imprison us and a bunch of other people, most of them strangers, in our house. I think he was going to kill us too or something. When he was half asleep, or drugged, or something, we were able to control him, so we instructed him to move the people out of our house, and we were planning to get out of there too before I woke up.

He was deranged. Weird look in his eyes too. It was pretty freaky-deaky for sure. o____o

Am I more prone to nightmares than the average person, or do most people experience this?

I remember more dreams today than yesterday.

☆ School. Teacher hating on me for not being or acting like the other students. Got some things to do but threw them away in a bin and kept on working with my own project. Highly disliked by the teacher tho.

☆ Fighting with other girls for survival. My opponent knew everything about me but I didn’t know anything about her except for being from the ancient Rom.

☆ Gave all my christmas things to my little sister so she could take care of next christmas without me. She wanted to make a change and I didn’t really like it but accepted it.

☆ A man that was a good salesman but he wasn’t on the right side of the law. He took drugs and shit but was a really nice man. His skillz was amazing with selling things. I was really impressed.

☆ A map with flowers on it instead of rivers and no names written.

Since I didn't do the journal yesterday I forget about what I dreamt and can only write this down as this is the only things I do remember:

1.) Helium balloons. Spoke with a high pitch voice.

2.) Made fun out of a guy. He was sitting on the floor and was really ashamed. Kept doing it anyway.

28/ It was night and I followed a star that shone too brightly on the horizon. A giant forest of straight pine trees stood between me and whatever destination I was headed for. A giant man loomed in the distance. Me, and my sudden companion, slid into a ditch and covered ourselves with long grasses. The giant found us and asked what we were doing. I told him I had to get to that star in the distance. He scooped us up and carried us along.

29/ I had two puppies which were kept safe in my fenced in back yard. People kept opening the fence door and letting them out. Countless times I had to run into the street and save the dogs. It got to the point where I had to tie up the dogs, something I had never wanted to do. They kept escaping somehow.

30/ At a comedy show that wasn’t funny. I left to explore and found a murder/mystery show on the second floor. Someone had been pushed down a flight of stairs and we had to discover the murderer. We each had a clue. Mine was a series of numbers with decimals. In the kitchen my numbers came in handy to open the microwave, coffee machine, and digital clock. We all combined our stuff at the end and discovered who the murderer was. It was me. I liked the show so much I stayed for the second one, which took place out in the parking lot and yard.

31/ My sister had an essential oils party. She needed me to make small talk with the party goers because she would be busy setting up and running the show. I went. It turned into a gambling party where the oils were the prizes. I actually enjoyed it.

Fragments
shared a house with a couple of nudists
I remember promising two super heros that I would make them a cake

August 6 late afternoon nap.

26/ In a classroom, we all try to sort out a group book project. We each will take a section and write about it but we can’t agree on who will tackle which sections.

27/ 12th LUCID/ I needed to dig up a bone from a grave to save the world from some impending doom. When I found an ancient grave yard I couldn't bring myself to desecrate a body. I stood to leave and in the distance, entirely surrounding, was a massive stormy sky from which several tornadoes had touched down. This was the impending doom. I didn't retreive the bone but sang to the sky instead. Amazingly the tornadoes tood in place as if listening.
“How entertaining,” a voice came from behind me. It was Doctor 10 from Doctor Who. He'd come to save earth but I already had things under control. I stopped singing and reality checked because of his alien-ness “Of course! Dreaming.” I said, feeling dim for not having realized it before. I asked the Doctor to help me stop the, now raging again, tornadoes. Could use his tardis to dive into the heart of each tornado, turn in the opposite direction of the winds, and nullify a tornado's power? He said he could but there was an easier way. My mind suddenly surged with lifetimes of memories, all involving this creature in the dream with me. We knew each other well, during different times, inside different bodies. In mental shock I couldn’t do much but try untangle the memories. The tornadoes grew closer. He took me to his ship, “We’ll use plan A then,” he said. We zipped backwards through time, popped into the heart of each tornado just before it touched down, and spun in the opposite direction. I sang the sky song to hold the tornadoes still as unwound them.
When we'd dealt with all the tornadoes and we zipped back to the dream present, which he explained was trickier to find than the waking world present. It was all real and fantastic at the same time, so I reality checked again. I tried to hang onto one of the many memories that still sloshed around in my mind. I couldn't quite sort them out. "You need to rest, I think." The Doctor said. I argued that I didn't feel tired but then suddenly felt weary. I laid down in the graveyard and looked up at the clouds. The Doctor stood over me and looked down, "Wonder what we'll dream about this time?" I shrugged and looked past him to the clouds. I thought I could see the stars beyond them and I focused on their faint blinking. I don't remember anything after this. His final words were the first thing I remembered when I woke.

The dream starts off I am in my bed asleep when I hear a gunshot. I jump out of bed and go to the window and in the parkinglot of the apartment complex are about 8 dudes with guns. I hit the floor, crawled back to where my closet was and broke out ol painless. The tactical model 500 12 gauge. I racked a shell and swung open the window blinds and fired 7 rounds through the windows at the guys with guns and blew open just about everything around them and me. I ducked back and went for my shell belt that holds the extra rounds and now when I tried to reload, the shells would not fit. Panic begins, real panic and fear. My ammo doesn't work and the rest of the bad guys are entering the apartment looking for me. I step out and try a gun takeaway from one of them and get shot in the chest. It hurt and burned....really bad, I kept fighting and turned the gun around and shot the guy in the face with it. Then I sat down because I am bleeding everywhere. I thought it was real, it felt like dying. When I died I woke up and it was hard to breathe. I just sat up in bed and was like, holy crap that was a dream? Oh my god!

Non-dream stuff; Woke up at around 9:45. Two non-lucid dream sequences.

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Dream Sequence 1:
The chronological order is a bit off now for me but I think this dream started with me buying some sandstone pillars online. The pillars weren't much taller than me and they were also not very thick.

I remember I went with my partner to collect the pillars, in his car I think. The place was like the opposite of an oasis, it was a desert in the middle of valley that otherwise was pretty much green. The town here was in a raised area in the desert bit. It was day, but I think nearer the end of the day.

Initially when we got there we arrived at someone's house or something and then there were indeed some pillars there, but the seller wasn't. A couple of the seller's relatives showed up, like her mom and dad. The context of gender for the absent person was provided by the family. They commented that she should probably be back soon or something and we went around the town quite a bit and I remember seeing palms and small ponds of water and stuff in the lowest sandy areas. I remember thinking that this was in the US somewhere.

As we went full circle around town I think we went into the parents' house and for some reason we roamed it like we had been family friends for years. The layout of the house was peculiar and both that and the shanty-look it had reminded me of a house my grandmother from my mother's side used to live in, in waking life. But come to think of it, in a bit with stairs in this dream house, there was a lot of light, like the ceiling of the stairs was all a skylight. I remember in this room there were 2 or 3 wooden panels that were hatches to access some things but otherwise the walls were rough and stony.

I seem to remember we'd first gone into a room at the end of the stairs here, which was the seller's room.

Eventually we were outside again and we were just gonna set off in the car again because she never showed up, and I didn't want to take the pillars without the seller being there, for whatever reason. I remember having a number-plate on a note and reading it and comparing it to some other cars in the area and a car that had just arrived with a girl; the girl's cars number-plate was very similar but not quite it. Maybe I had the wrong number on the note but I didn't think about it. It was past sunset at this point, kind of twilight.

There was some kind of transition and I remember in very poor detail some warehouse area and a big truck that was part of someone's evil plan and I wasn't "me" anymore. I think I disarmed the truck or something but don't remember more other than some dream character showing up to get me out of there or advise me.

Dream Fragment 2:
I have a very vague recollection of playing a game like Warframe with one of my siblings.

Dream Fragment 3:
This was the last dream I had but remember little of it, other than being in that place in Lord of the Rings where there was the ill king. The dream took place before Frodo had even started the journeys.

In this room, from which I could see through a window outside a beautiful scenery with snow-covered mountains on a sunny day, there was "me" (whoever I was), Aragorn (I think) and an unspecified female character, either elven or human. I seem to remember her skin looked impossibly smooth but Aragorn spoke to her of something and she said that "something big is coming, I just don't know what it is yet", making me immediately think to myself "she means the ring, it's not happened yet...".

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Some notes:

• The desert town did have tall buildings but everything looked like it was made of mudbrick or sandstone.
• The town looked a bit run-down overall, and in the dream context I knew they hadn't had too much trouble with water shortage but were going to in the future. I remember thinking about solutions.
• That location in general seemed to almost all be dream-generated, apart from the familiar-feeling house.
• The fact that the number-plate I had on a note was so similar to that of the girl arriving should have been a good cue to RC.
• In the LOTR dream I remember the woman had a sword sheath on her right side, so I suppose she was left-handed. I remember noticing Aragorn had a left-side sheath, in contrast.
• The woman was a brunette and she had some sort of forest-green tunic or tabard type clothing, with some tree symbol on it like some characters did in the films. She had a noticeably firm personality but was not uncaring.
• I do not know whether I was physically existent in the last dream or if I was more like a conscious bodiless entity, because of camera-like viewing.

Morning of August 7, 2018. Tuesday.

Reading time: 1 min 22 sec. Readability score: 73.



In my dream, I am present and seemingly corporeal, going from place to place by walking, yet I do not interact with dream characters or events. A supernatural story unfolds. No fear or concern exists.

The setting is unfamiliar. An unknown residence is near a lake. The events mostly take place at night. There is the typical indoor-outdoor ambiguity in some scenes.

A male vampire had killed his master accidentally. He had mistaken him for someone else and had thrown him in the lake. A female vampire is present at one time, and she is concerned at how he had killed the wrong person. The male walks around, uncertain of what to do. Their original plans to take over human society will never occur.

In the last scene, I am standing close to the male vampire, though he acts as if I am not present. He stands near a table with a plant pot atop it. It seems to contain a Dixie Lace pitcher plant with real blood flowing through the veins.

He is pulling leaves from the plant and seemingly eating them. I hear him munching. However, I start to consider that he does not like the taste and is spitting it out rather than swallowing it. A leaf of the plant is blocking my view of his mouth, so I cannot tell how much he is eating. He may be only pretending. Before waking, I have a vague thought that I am on a movie set and that he is not swallowing the leaves even though the scene implies he is.

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Something or someone being in the water (and the conditions and depth of the water) correlates with the curve of ultradian rhythm and the sleep cycle, though the infradian and circadian rhythm is also a factor at times, cycling from the presence of small ponds to flood dreams and water lowering waking symbolism. The cycle has occurred on a regular basis for over fifty years. The nonthreatening presence of the vampire was from remaining awake in bed longer than usual.

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Created Monday 06 August 2018

Got some things today. A pity I couldn't get much done with that DILD.

Dream 1 - Flagrant Traffic Violation and Recent Renovations

The visuals were a bit blurred. I was at the lot near my home during late afternoon. There was a van right near the backyard's fence door, and and an old dark colored pick-up closer to the road. My friend, Stefan, was driving said pickup, and my bwas there as well. I too go for a ride. The vehicle had a supposed back row for additional passengers, a space that way too cramped.

We pulled out the lot, to find a police officer questioning a stranger in my home's driveway. I got concerned we ourselves would get in trouble for having our vehicles scattered about. It didn't help that Steve was driving erratically. In fact, he got off the vehicle while it was moving, simply to test a supposed remote control feature. My brother and I both jumped out as well for our own safety. Meanwhile, the pickup almost swerved right into the cop. As flagrant as this seemed, the officer hardly batted an eye. The others and I jumped back in, and drove off.

Cut to night time. We were driving around town. But soon, the surroundings appeared completely unfamiliar to me. All the buildings looked far too big, not to mention all those electronic billboards and neon signs blinking on these structures. I questioned the others of such, neither of whom gave a remotely adequate answer (think one of them said these were merely some 'recent renovations'). Cue lucidity. I rubbed my hands on instinct. Unfortunately, the dream collapsed seconds later.

Scrap Group 1
Random warps to surfaces overlaid with maps of the Earth. Many of these depicted supposed alternate realities. Indeed, many of the continents looked off. There was some involvement with Rick from Rick and Morty.

In a hotel. I go downstairs to a mall's food court. There was this western-themed place, the attendant there an older black guy dressed for the part. The man even performed a catchy tuned. Hell of an effort, especially considering each meal being both reasonably priced and of decent quality.

At a classroom, possibly in preschool. Something about a bully? And maybe a girl standing up for me?

At home during night time. An uncle of mine comes to visit, along with two of his (supposedly) young sons. Despite being no older than 5 and 10, respectively, both kids had beards, and behaved more like teens trying too hard to be tough.