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I’m going to go to Melissa’s after work, I think for Valentine’s day. After I’m done (not sure where) I walk to the house, which seems close. The house is very upscale, large, and with lots of stone. When I get inside I discover that all of the lights are out, so I figure everyone is sleeping. It was light outside but it is near pitch black inside. I start down a foyer or hallway, which is the only place with even a hint of natural light filtering in. I go through a living room and stumble into a couch, then use it to guide myself. Despite my slight miscalculation on the couch, I seem to know exactly where to go. Now, I’m in the backseat of a car in the garage here. Melissa is in the driver’s seat, Alex in the passenger’s. I’m thinking that they’re just getting back from somewhere, but they’re actually going out to see the sunset. The garage door is open and behind me I can see the sunset through some trees and houses. The sun looks halfway sunken on the horizon, shrouded in oranges, yellows, and thin clouds. I end up telling Melissa that I didn’t bring an extra pair of clothes but that I might not worry about going to get some tonight since I’ll be going home in the morning. I tell her I’ve barely worn this shirt and that the shorts are fine too (*I think I am envisioning the same clothes I was wearing at her house yesterday). She makes a comment about the underwear still being the same. We are walking around this neighborhood and pass what looks like Scott with a much younger Shannon and I think a small dog. I end up at a swimming pool with an infant (about six months old and mine). I’m swimming at the shallow edge and the boy is up on the tile. I’m not being negligent though; I am watching him. There are about two women here, and he’s playing with one of their iced drink Starbucks cups. I have him bring it to her and he does. He’s cute and we’re all laughing and smiling. He looks very similar to me as a child that age.

Fell asleep at: 10:00 PM

Woke up at: 3:00 AM


Dream 115: Fragment

I remember having some semblance of a dream. Hushed voices, blurry pictures, that's all I can remember. My dogs woke me up when they saw a police car with floodlights in my neighborhood. That same car enforces the 10:00 PM to 6:00 Am curfew in my town.

Melissa and I have had a baby. We are somewhere outside where there are a bunch of tents set up - like camping tents, but I think slightly bigger. I think all of these tents are for couples and their newborns. I also think this is the first time we get to see our kid. Sitting outside of the tent, the baby is revealed to me. When I first see her I cannot help but to grin and be filled with joy. She is chunky but very pretty, with fine, yellow hair. We have named her Makayla, and, in fact, she looks like both Makayla and myself as babies. She crawls around, smiling and laughing (it looks like she’s around six months old). She gets that same devious expression on her face that I sometimes get and it causes me to feel excited. ‘She is spunky’, I think, imagining the years to come. I play around with her, making her laugh, giving her kisses. I tell her jokes and I think she actually talks back (not 100% mature, but definitely too advanced for her age). Now, I am leaving to go to a Starbucks that is right by here to reheat a drink for Mom. I walk through some storefronts along a slightly winding paved area and don’t notice anyone else out. Just as I come up on the Starbucks, I realize that I am not wearing a mask and that they may not take kindly to that here. Moreover and probably more importantly, I realize that I am completely naked. I become aware of my bare torso, backside, and penis juxtaposed against this setting. I wonder about the legality of this and then go back to get the coffee that I’ve forgotten anyway. I come back, this time clothed, but without the coffee. There are people wearing face masks and waiting, distanced from each other. The barista behind the counter sees me and goes to take my order, but I tell him I forgot something and I’ll be right back. Now, I am taking the coffee out of a microwave (not sure if it’s in the Starbucks or not). It looks like a short sized cup of a tan colored coffee drink. There is ice in it, but I think it may also be hot? I try it and it’s creamy and really not all that good. Mom is here, sitting on a long, brown leather couch. She takes the drink, tries it, and agrees with me. I am back with Melissa now and we are going to go home with our kid. I think about what life is going to be like now with a baby, specifically the nights.




I am with Dad somewhere and he’s talking about walking around some of the houses in this neighborhood (I think they are nice). I’m looking at one across the street right now. It is right next to the asphalt street and looks to be completely a glass curtain wall with vertical supports every ten feet or so. Right now it is mostly a reflection, so it’s almost as if it’s disguised, not there. Dad says he was walking by one and taking a picture and then he thought someone was about to come out and punch him - except it was just a woman? He says he offered to show her the pictures, that they’re just scenery and nothing bad. I tell him I feel weird/bad about taking pictures sometimes, too. Dad’s going to go for a walk right now and is offering for me to come. I look out and slightly to the right and see a woman walking up a slight ravine in a mostly green hillside.

I have died for some reason... because of something like over stressing. I tried to return to my dead body, but it was impossible. The body was brought to my house. I was there and waited what would happen. Nobody could register me.
Then two priests came. It looked as if they felt my vicinity(they got nervous), even if they didn't see me. So I tried to touch them. They felt it and it looked like they feared the touch. One of them took holy water and started to follow me and tried to sprinkle the water into place I was present. At first I evaded the water... but then I told myself... what the heck, let them sprinkle me and lets see what it will do. It did nothing. I didn't feel it.
After some time there was pulling feeling and my spirit was pulled and squeezed like through funel back in time... and I found myself in the bed. I followed the advice and was calm (I didn't stress myself like in first time). In the point of time when I had to die, I felt like I'm going to be separated from the body, but it didn't happen at the end.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

This is amazing. I have had some LDs in the past but I just became aware that I was dreaming, I have never asked myself the question "is this a dream?" (as I can remember). Yesterday I did RCs like 20 times and it apparently worked! I mostly pinched my nose.

I am in the TV room. I inspect a painting on the wall. I pinch my nose out of reflex since yesterday and I can breath even tough I shouldn't be able to. It's a dream!! I am really happy and continue to look at the painting a little bit more. I am amazed by the quality and all the details of this dream and start to go outside. I have just stepped out and wonder if I should stabilize the dream but since it is a DILD and because of the quality of the dream I think that it is already stabilized. Suddenly my left eye is closed and I try to reopen it, but I can't. I am really struggling, it is almost like I got a fit. My right eye is also closing and I wake up... Guess I should always stabilize the dream when I become lucid?

I am in some strangers home downstairs, my family and Klaus are also there. My parents seem to know the people whose house we are in. There is a TV-screen on the floor and the other family asks us if we want to play a video game on the TV with them. My brother suddenly becomes this small, sticky ball. As big as an eraser. He jumps into the TV and possesses it. He tries to hurt us but we stop him. He suddenly jumps out of the TV and bounces into the kitchen. We follow. He possesses some kitchen tools and throws them at us. He then possesses a big box of knives. A person jumps over the box as to stop the knives from being thrown at us. The knives are being thrown anyway. They all target me and there are some close calls. But as more knives are thrown, the remaining knives start to lose more and more of their edges. The knives disappear and in comes Klaus with a big plastic bucket with boiling water. He drops the water over the possessed box and my little brother dies. Firstly I become enraged and my anger is pointed at my smaller brother. I walk out on the doorsteps and after a while I become really sad and get a feeling of hopelessness because my brother is now dead.

I chew and I am irritated because i chew so badly. I chew from side to side instead of up and down. I am thinking about my sister and how she doesn't like it when I chew aloud. That's about everything I remember

Possible recurring elements: My home, Family, Hopelessness

Notes: I dreamt about the family asking us if we wanted to play video games because we played some TV-games at my cousins yesterday. My brother tried to kill me in the dream because I and he had a bad day yesterday. We had some word fights and I would like to believe that this dream is a sign how destructive those little fights are. I am going to keep this dream in mind next time I think about saying something mean to him. I will rather say something nice. The hopeless feeling i got when I realized my brother was dead is much like in the past DJ episode yesterday when I escaped my family.