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    1. A Bunch of Dream Fragments

      by , 09-20-2019 at 10:31 PM
      DJ Entry # 1
      Morning of 09/20/2019 @ 2:20 am

      - Playing hide and seek at my old apartment that I grew up in, and some zombie looking girl is the one who is seeking. She is at the top floor of the building counting, while Patricia (Childhood Friend) and I quickly run down the stairs to the back of the building. Staying my distance away from her because I feel threatened by her because she looks deranged or I feel she might kill me. Running to Annie's backyard, I hide behind her giant flower pot, where she isn't able to find me.

      -Jahkubb, Julijah, and Jordell are in this dream, we are all hanging out in a location that I am unfamiliar with. Jahkubb and I are sitting on the benches at the bottom of a hill, there are people all around just walking along the path. A female who looks homeless with raggedy hair and wearing torn up clothes is looking at me intensely, so I offer her my seat. She gladly accepts with a smile on her face. As Jahkubb and I are walking up the hill, the homeless lady stops me and hands over a grey knitted scarf. It has holes in it and looks very dirty but I accept it anyway and continue walking up the hill. Next, I appear to be sitting down in a house at the top of the hill with Jahkubb, Julijah, and Jordell passing around a cigarette. ( I forget the dialogue of the dream as it is faint and minimal.)

      -On what seems to be a plane or a train, some male has a distraught look on his face and expresses his want to commit suicide, fearing that he also might want to kill us all, I try to calm him down and he reassures me that he won't commit suicide but continues to have a nervous breakdown and collapses to the floor. I reach for him and hug him while everyone is standing around us with a look of concern.

      -Sitting along a path with two other students involved in some group project for school. We have a giant piece of paper and a whiteboard marker to use. I'm not too sure what Dan (gr.12 teacher) wants us to do with it.

      -Taking public transit bus, not knowing where I am or where I am going, just going where ever the bus takes me and observing the landscapes as it goes by. I get off at an unknown location and start walking along the shore taking in the water observing the people. It is a nice sunny day with light blue and orange skies with a little bit of cloud cover.

      Updated 09-20-2019 at 10:33 PM by 96842

      non-lucid , dream fragment
    2. Dark Tower: Saving Jake

      by , 09-20-2019 at 07:23 PM (Lydia's Game of Dreams)
      2019, 09-20

      Regular Dream - Video Game / Semi-lucid - Lucid Dream - Notes

      Dark Tower: Saving Jake

      I am standing outside a convenience store and gas station. It is a nice day. I hear a gunshot from the store and look that way. Shortly after the sound I see a familiar looking man and boy come out with a middle aged woman I don’t recognize. The man is Roland and the kid is Jake, from the Dark Tower books. The three of them head towards an old pickup truck and pile in the front. I have to follow, so I run after them as the woman tries to drive. It sounds like she is torturing a Tasmanian devil under the hood, then she finally gets it in gear and we pull onto the road. I jump into the bed of the truck as it is pulling away. We barely avoid an accident with an idiot in a blue van.

      The woman drives like a maniac, but still better than the idiot in the blue van had been. She drives like she’s late for an appointment she wants to reach, that van had been driving like they didn’t care about getting anywhere in one piece. We drive down a steep driveway and then Jake and Roland are talking to a gardener about Steven King. They finally notice me. I tell Roland I am just there to help out if needed. I usually find myself where I need to be, but I don’t know what I am here to do yet. After a brief talk the woman tortures the transmission of the truck some more and finally rockets the truck back up the steep driveway.

      I stay in the bed of the truck as we speed down the road. We make a sudden turn and speed down another road. I do not recognize the location, but it is beautiful. It would be a good place to live. There is a knock on the window to the truck cab and the woman motions to me to brace myself. I do, and the truck skids to a stop almost quickly enough to throw me over the cab and onto the road. I see a man walking along the side of the road and the same blue van from earlier driving on the shoulder, straight towards him! I see the driver is paying absolutely no attention to the road, he has turned around in his seat to discipline two dogs in his back seat. What a moron! And it’s about to cost the man walking on the shoulder his life!

      The next few things happen really fast, there’s no time for second guessing. The passenger door of the pickup opens and Roland falls out onto the road, grasping his hip. Then Jake jumps over Roland and runs to the man walking in a flash, positioning himself between the man and the oncoming van. No! Jake will not die here! So then I jump over the cab of the truck, landing between Jake and the van and without even stopping to think about it I open up with a FUS-RO-DAH at the van. The wave of force deflects the van away from the boy and the man and into a tree on the opposite side of the street with a squeal of tires and a crash.

      Now that there is time to look around I realize I have seen the man walking on the side of the road before. Stephen King? The author? Roland gets up and rushes over to Jake. I look over at the crashed van and I see the driver is moving. He probably hit his head, but he clearly doesn’t use that much anyhow. Stephen King recognizes Roland right away and also Jake, but seems confused as to who I am. And what was that thing I just did to stop the van? I say I am just a different kind of walk-in, and what I did comes from a video game that won’t be released until 2011. Then I asked if this was sure 1999. Everyone agreed that it is. I wonder if I am somehow in the past of my own world, if I am then I need to open a bank account with some money to save interest until 2019… but even if it would work I don’t get a chance to try before I wake up.
    3. Crashing Waves

      by , 09-20-2019 at 01:33 PM
      I am at the beach amid some boulders, talking to someone who is putting on a set of chainmail armor to demonstrate the appearance of historical attire. They then put on rubber and neoprene boots (that are typicaly paired with wetsuits) and, not noticing that this is anachronistic, I point out that they are great for walking over the rocky areas one can find in these sort of locations.
      I then climb up onto a nearby boulder to get a better view of the area (noticing as I do so that some members of my family are here as well). From here I can see that the force of the waves is increasing. They build up in a large swell before crashing down onto the beach, which has a bit of a tunnel-like shape here on account of the boulders. The first wave reaches to the bottom of my feet and I can see that the next one will reach even higher as it breaks before the previous one has receeded. I brace for the impact, though it is not as bad as I feared and doesn't dislodge me from my spot. It does however knock off my father's glasses as he was sitting lower and closer to the sea and I think that someone should get them before they are washed away.
    4. The Suitcase and the Stolen Sweepstakes Entries

      by , 09-20-2019 at 11:33 AM
      Morning of September 20, 2019. Friday.

      Dream #: 19,268-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.

      My oldest son’s Tae Kwon Do teacher is in an area that vaguely reminds me of my middle school (conscious afterthought only). There is a backstory having something to do with a contest or sweepstakes. Eventually, an unknown teenage girl shows up and has an angry disposition. (She vaguely reminds me of Brenda, though this is never validated and I have not seen her since I was in tenth grade.)

      The girl is angry because she does not have sweepstakes entry forms. They relate to Bugs Bunny somehow. I can see the dotted line on the A4 paper where people add personal details to a coupon. She takes several copies.

      When I am more aware of my waking life identity (here as a result of precursory vestibular modulation, though still instinctual), my youngest son and daughter are with me. We get on a bus that the teenage girl is going to drive. (We are the only people on the bus other than the driver.) The setting now seems to be Toombul Shoppingtown. However, the bus is on a fictitious second-level parking lot. She drives to the edge without stopping, and the bus drops a full level to the perpendicular street below. Instinctually, I am unconcerned (and have subliminal control of the process at this point), and after the vehicle’s short flight, we continue as if nothing had happened.

      I look through documents in a suitcase (cognitive arousal) in an unknown location with a group of people. Old dream journals are also in it.

    5. Meditating, mall shootout, underground yoga, no man's island

      by , 09-20-2019 at 04:02 AM
      Few dreams before wbtb, it wasn't that interesting and don't recall it too much

      Trying to get something

      Playing a game or being in a game like plot

      At a hospital garden, There was someone that was a friend BM hanging out with a girl.

      Boring sex. Was having intercourse I think, it was boring me so I left.


      Playing ukulele with a kid in the living room, mom joined in with a guitar too, had fun

      Lucid meditated, lost focus and walked around but went back to meditation.

      Lucid mall shooting bad ppl that took over mall that were raiding the place. 2 guns in hand. Walk forward then to right. They are just raiding stuff. Shoot them before they can shoot me. But I ran it of ammo. used a lawn mower as cover.

      Lucid Mall 2 I realized that I Could summon articles at will, like the lawn mower or guns. but ran out of energy from experimenting too much. Engage the gang that took over without guns this time.
      *perhaps the fear of running out made summoning stuff stop working.

      Mall 3 escape from the previous gang, ran outside then to an underground facility.

      Lucid underground facility. Large concrete staircases. Meditate by staircase there but ppl(looked like nurses or doctors) find me. I enter the door for floor beside me. Looks kind of like hospital inside. I meditate a bit here, but could not get peace as there were people running amok. Apparently I'm wanted, maybe people saw me and thought I was responsible for the mall raiding, even though I was helping out. I Enter a room to right, yoga class starting soon. I looked at the instructor there, asked her if I could join just to mingle and avert the eyes of those trying to catch me. I was mostly naked and got looks of admiration. She tells me to write in her notebook on the wooden table that had the yoga member list. Since I'm wanted I'm trying to come up with a nick name. I decided to have something that starts with G, Gen or something similar? I dropped the notebook to the left under the table. I pick it up and the girl to the right was mad; she thought I was spying through her notebook. Turns out, I picked up wrong notebook and explained the situation to her and she relaxed. Wrote name on yoga list.

      Lucid plane, with miss g and my mom. It was a private plane so more space, as the seats were facing each other rather than all facing in one direction. Miss g talked about true meaning of yoga or Tibetan practice. She talked about this twice. Something about this reduced my lucidity. To the right sitting right beside me was Mark $uckerberg maybe the plane was his. Half of the Plane's missing now though, the tail end which is to my left showed the open skies. Mark is nonchalant. He was totally calm and sure of everything. We needed to do an emergency exit, Mark grabs chute and leaves by himself, I barely could get the chute backpack though my left shoulder. Top of plane falls off now, and we are all lifted up in the air, I'm grabbing the bag with all my strength to not let it go.

      We are all in the open air, big blue skies all around, ppl falling, plane falling. I look down and there's very light and clear emerald blue waters by the beach shore. I found this scene very beautiful and I thought that maybe I have to use the parachute soon but before I could react, I just fall into sea. Feeling the impact, saw the air bubbles under the sea among others who also fell, hitting seabed *thomp*, since the water was relatively shallow, maybe around 5 times my height. Someone comments how lucky we are.

      Trying to find friend in wreckage, he was busy copulating. I explore the inside and ask if anyone wanted to get together.
      Someone comes to find me. Lose lucidity around here. She was very short, cladding long blonde hair that was above the very large, focused eyes, sparkling with keen intelligence. She had a good heart and I found her very cute indeed. We discussed how we needed to set up our friends (the 2 that were mingling their flesh earlier) to a long term relationship. Some strange ppl Eating strange foods taking drugs. Richard was among them. I leave to get away from ppl. I head outside, exploring the wilderness., other people leave the base around the same time. I am walking by the cliffs behind our camp, away from others. To the distance I see a group of animals consisting predominantly of tigers approaching camp, to attack us. They were mad that we disturbed peaceful place. But blocky uneven terrain that was also narrow was hard for them to maneuver as they were massive, maybe they were Saber tooth mix. There were a little over 20 tigers. I head down slowly to warm others who left the camp. Most tigers didnt notice me. One tiger find me to attack but he slips and falls down cliff.


      Lucidity is lasting longer now. I believe I'm improving.
      Plane seats:
      Open skies|OOGMOO| Pilot cabin

      Missing tail|OOX$OO |

      x= me
      g= ms.g
      m= mom
      $= mark

      Mall may be familiar mall.

      Maybe hospital dream was telling me something. He was a friend but no longer. He slept with someone while his gf was calling him and that just didn't sit right with me among other things he did. I kicked him for her and other things he did and he kicked me back and that was that. Maybe in the dream yesterday I called someone a justice-boner but perhaps I'm no better. There was a certain friend who liked him and I told her about him. She said that since his gf wasn't nearby that's an ok thing to do. Is it really what's ok and normal now? Maybe I was bothered by this from years back, letting it go now.

      The shooting guns is probably from VR I got recently. I recalled a DV member who played VR and I thought it sounded fun. I believe some games like robo recall can help with materialization of objects.

      Updated 09-20-2019 at 04:28 AM by 96162