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Attending some teachings, some place up in the mountains with an amphitheatre. Some old students and western lamas are conspiring to betray my teacher. They are exposed and they are sent away. Joakim was not among them, but he concerns me a lot. I know that he is no longer a buddhist, has some new non recommended friends for company, so I suspect he is around only to cause harm. I stay close and keep an eye on him.

New series on TV with Keanu Reeves. He plays a lawyer with a split personality. He sometimes dresses up to match the personalities, but it is highly disturbing. One of them is a dog and he wears a dog costume and walks on four legs and looks weirdly like a real dog from the uncanny valley. Some other of his personalities are of black guys and he paints himself in black face. The makeup is so perfect that all we see is really a black guy, but we know who's underneath and I am shocked that he is actually doing this on a show in 2022. Then an episode in which he is the dog becomes a real life experience for me and I meet dog Keanu on the street. Although I know there is a person in there, I pretend I don't know and I pet him and talk to him as if he is a lost pet. He never says a word and then he runs across the street away from me and enters a bulding. I go after him. I walk through a long twisted corridor and I see many families gathered in rooms, mourning their loved ones, or just visiting them and realize it is some kind of hospice. Dog Keanu disappears at the end of the corridor and I get lost inside the last room, only to find my mother and my aunt Ludovina laying down in beds. At first I think they are restrained because my mom has an eye mask and for a while it seemed like she had a mouth gag. Turns out she is just taking a nap and she wakes up and moves freely. She explains that my uncle Francisco managed to get some legal document saying they both are insane and needed to be committed so the hospital complied. But she says that the situation is being solved right now and she is just resting before she leaves this place. Then my dad and aunt Lisa arrive and they say they just challenged the decision and are awaiting their release. Then both my uncles come by to confront them and for some reason I have a really big heavy pan on my hands and I threathen to smash it against their f-ing heads if they come any closer. They actually get really scared and go to a corner at the back of the room. Their kids also come, namely João, Sara and André and they are shocked with my behaviour but I also feel that they understand it. I hear my uncles talking in the background with other people, arguing they need the family money because sometimes their kids go hungry. I feel sad for my cousins, but it's their parents fault and not my mother's. I wanna reach out to them, but every one is staying quiet in their places so I decided to do the same as we wait for the legal fight to unravel.

I've been waking up in the early AM, unable to shut down my thinking. Tonight. I will try Magnesium, 5-HTP and Melatonin in a stack to induce better sleep. Also, using my self-made Sleep/Dream Cycle session, listening to it all night.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

On a hot air baloon with my boyfriend and another friend (not the same as in RL, I don't really know them). It crashes in the sea and we're rescued by sailors. They treat me ok, until the captain lusts for me and says he wants to possess me. My boyfriend does nothing and says nothing and I start loathing him. His friend also stays quiet, they just want to get out alive. I end up at home somehow with no recollection of all that happened in between.
At my old bedroom in my mom's house, trying to sleep. But the room is haunted! The furniture is moving to the middle of room, the drawers open by themselves. I go wake up my mom, she doesn't see anything, but she helps me put things in their place. Then she leaves and one of my dolls is possessed and starts making sounds. I gather my courage and confront the spirit and ask what they want. They say they want me. I dare them to appear. They do, they look androginous, sexy, remind me of Desire of the Endless, appearing both male and female. We have a long talk, they want me to sign a paper, I refuse. They say I'll be their sexual slave, wanting or not and they taunt me by describing what they'll do to me. I confess I start to feel a bit horny and decide to twist it and I seduce the demon instead. I expose my breasts and dare them to lick them. They do. I put aside my disgust when I see their long triangular shaped tongue and I get closer and kiss them. I caress their breasts too and then their dick, until I cause an erection and make them cum. I feel like I avoided the worst but then they say I'll be coming to live with them in some place underwater and show me it on a map. I say no. They laugh and say I have no choice as I am carrying their baby. I am confused. Then the captain who had rescued/kidnapped me before appears out of nowhere and they reveal he is an extension or avatar of the demon. They laugh and say they didn't need to impregnate me now because I am impregnated already. I say no way and I run to the bathroom. I know it is possible, I am trying to feel if I can feel it inside me growing. I want to abort, I also know they'll never allow it. I panic.

I will collect the dreams I've written recently on Discord to my friends in my first post! I have many more dreams beyond this (hundreds upon hundreds) but I'm just going to keep those archived on my computer. Can't get too silly now trying to upload every single dream I've had written down before this.

Dream One (9.11.2022)

I was in a big, random elementary school. A kid was crying because of over-stimulation (autism) and I was showing him toys to calm him down. There was a nice, older nurse and she asked me: "You usually work with special education kids, don't you? I can tell." (Yes, I do - in waking life!)

Dream Two (9.17.2022)

I had a dream about AI art overrunning real human artists on Instagram. (This is a big talking point in the waking art world right now.)

Dream Three (9.18.2022)

I had a dream about a bad person from my past. Their photo infected my laptop and then their face distorted into this ugly, monstrous thing. They had eyes oozing with pus everywhere and melting flesh from their skull. They hijacked my Discord and typed "I have become the villain the world wants me to be". (In waking life, I'm no longer worried about this person bothering or stalking me anymore.) Then in the second dream, a horse monster appeared and devoured a guy in the background. You could see him through the stomach and he was on his phone, completely unphased. Truly messed up. You got eaten, you're going to die - who cares about social media then!?

Dream Four (9.21.2022)

A false awakening. I "woke up" and went to use the bathroom. I noticed all the lights were on at 6:00 AM for some reason. I saw my brother and mom talking in the living room. I was like ??? and turned the light off in the bathroom. All the lights in our apartment turned off. When the lights were off I saw my brother and mom quit moving, like they were statues. When the lights came back on, they were gone. And then I woke for real and it was 2 AM.

Dream Five (9.28.2022)

I was flying in the sky, high above Hurricane Ian with lightning powers (that also somehow prevented me from getting cold so high in the atmosphere). Then there was a scene where I was trying to stop the Earth from getting sawed in half by a giant, cyberpunk saw.

Dream Six (9.30.2022)

I was with Steppe and Wunda in a random elementary school. I was trying to reset the timeline because we kept getting wrecked by Darkseid who would appear through a portal. (I guess he was mad about two soldiers being taken away!) At one point I was talking to them both on cellphones (we were at different areas of the school). I cautiously told them: "Remember - don't believe the propaganda, we are but mere tools to him". And then the screen turned bright red and shattered. I woke up. (These are all characters in a fan novel I'm writing for the DC Comics' series "New Gods". My book is called "Red Shift".)

Dream Seven (10.2.2022)

I was in an elementary school and was working on the "Red Shift" visual novel. I accidentally released the whole thing to the public (despite it not being done). People around the school suddenly started giving me reviews of the game. They were saying things like: "Great premise and locations but it feels unfinished? 8/10". (IT IS. Also, why the high review if it feels unfinished?)

Looks like I'm starting to get some of my old frequency back. I often stop practicing somewhere at this point, either getting bored or lazy or burnt out, or something. My goal this time is to keep practicing past the point where I'm starting to have decent success, and see how far I can go.

Stabilize (Lucid)

Lying in bed, I do a nose pinch and can still breathe. I decide that I’m dreaming but it feels as though I’m not quite asleep. I want to get up, but I don’t want to wake myself up in the process. I think about the “opening your dream eyes” technique, and I think I try to apply it. Anyway, I slowly try moving, and it seems like I’m still dreaming. I slowly move my arm to pull myself up out of bed. My arm feels odd and kind of tingly, as though I were sleeping on it funny. I figure that I can work with that, though. I make my way out of bed, and stand up. Things seem real-ish. It is kind of dimly light in the room, like early morning. I push my hair out of my eyes. Then I sit down on the floor and concentrate on stabilizing the dream as I had planned to do before. I repeat “stabilize” over and over a few times. Eventually, however, the dream fades out slowly. I can see a little bit of something still, but think at this point that I’m waking up and what I see is from my eyes opening just a little bit. I open my eyes all the way, but that wakes me up.

The dream begins and I am in a basement. It feels like an odd combination of the basement of my grandparents house and my old childhood home. It is very unfinished, mostly bare wall studs and some utility equipment. I am meandering around and I end up going through a door to find myself in a school gymnasium.

I become semi-lucid and resolve to find Manei. I find her in the crowd taking a fairly recognizable form. She seems even taller than usual and has a blonde streak in her hair, though the dream is not particularly vivid. I decide that I don't want to have a dream about a school gymnasium, it has too much of a negative schema associated with it. She agrees and we resolve to leave back through the same door I came in through. We go back into the house basement and then through another door on the far side which takes us up a flight of stairs and onto a beach scene.

This seems like a much better scene to set the dream in. But there are monsters roving on the beach. Two of them are about the size of a small house, maybe thirty feet in height. There are about a dozen more that are about human sized which are running around terrorizing beachgoers and there are a few skeletons being picked clean of meat beneath them. They look like the MUTO monster from 2014 godzilla or the cloverfield monsters. But their mouths look like a Predator or Sangheili in that they have a jaw that spilts open in multiple ways. Manei says we have to deal with them one way or another.

She pulls out a device, saying its a machine which can summon anything into the dream world and she wants to use it to summon weapons. However the device is built into an old flip phone (where one would have to type a number multiple times rapidly to get a certain letter) and in order to summon something she must text it using a 10-digit pad. This is certainly inconvenient especially with how dream phones and anything with text or numbers can be. She manages to type in 'dagger' and summon a small kunai knife. Then threw it out and killed one of the smaller monsters.

I then, quoting inception and said "you musn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling." and typed in 'railgun'. I don't remember if i was successful or not since I vaguely remember holding a railgun that looked like handheld railgun in the Halo games. But then I decided against using it and it faded away or it turned out I had typed it into the summoning device incorrectly before I was able to fire. Or I forgot to dream of a power cell for it or something.

Then, I ran out onto the beach. I must have gained more lucidity because I recognized that I didn't need a machine to summon a weapon for me, and summoned my own weapon. It partially failed because when I summoned it, it appeared translucent. But I planted one end of it in the sand forcefully and the sand rippled oddly in a sort of shockwave, drawing a wide circle around me to show power. This was in some convoluted dream-logic way a reference to the anti-sea-bear circle from Spongebob.

"End your threatening presence in my dream and tell me what you symbolize."

Ive had mixed results with getting nightmares to stand down. It seems about coin flip odds they just get angry and continue to attack me or the dream just ends up getting worse when I try the diplomatic approach. But I'm happy to say this creature seemed very diplomatic. All but one of the large monsters disappeared, and the one that remained swiftly shrank into a very harmless looking bright blue creature about the size of a large dog. It gave me the vibe of being half-elephant, half pig and it had two small trunks.

"I symbolize that you feel disconnected from nature."

I woke up.

There was another dream wherein I was in what felt like the city of chicago. I was watching two spaceships or large flying vessels do battle out over the water. One looked like the battlestar galactica. The other was a big sort of drab green zeppelin. The drab green zeppelin takes a lot of damage and begins to drop into lake michigan. When it collides with the water it explodes like a giant hydrogen bomb and everyone starts running anticipating a shockwave and nuclear will hit soon. Everyone starts running and looking for places to hide. I can't find a good place to hide that isn't already jammed full of people so I resolve to accept my fate.

I am standing still watching the shockwave approach over the water, and in the final few moments it gets onto land flattening trees and buildings. Then time freezes with it only a few meters away from me. The grim reaper appears and says something like

"Uhm wow, you're not even going to try to worm your way out of this one?"

"No. Life's got me feeling worn out right now and if this is how I'm going to go out, I'm going to face it with dignity and accept it."

"Dude... seriously, come on. You're no fun at all. Look I'll give you one minute to find a hiding spot."

I decide to try and survive anyway. I look for a large building, an apartment or condo of some sort and run inside. Then I try to get onto the lowest level. The dream completely drops the 'time is frozen and Im running from a nuclear explosion' plotline as I get yelled at by some woman for being in her apartment. I try to explain the situation about the nuclear blast but she doesn't believe me. I then try to convince her that I am a maintenance man and need to go into the utility room below her condo. She buys that. I go hide in the utility room and lose the dream.

Since reviving my account, this is the first proper dream journal entry I have created - I woke up in the morning remembering two relatively detailed dreams, which felt great. I had my laptop on my bedside table and immediately got writing.

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02/10/22

Just a little snippet of a dream I forgot to write down from the night before. At some point I dreamt of someone breaking into my flat as it was as if I was stood right in front of the door seeing it get kicked in by a nondescript character. It was scary and I’m pretty sure I woke up instantly, aware that I forgot to lock the door (as I forget to do most nights)

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03/10/22

#1

First long dream remembered in a while! I was on Holiday with Italy lot and Connor. Whole dream felt like we were in Italy. However, there were landscape that felt more like Switzerland or smth, and at the end of the dream I could see a map within Google Maps, showing Sweden in the shape of the U.S. All of its cities did have Swedish-looking names, but they were all organized on the map like a weird grid. We were making our way through the country place by place, but I only recall being in one or two places.

Connor was there too, and we were spending a lot of time by the pool listening to tunes. This was on the roof and felt a lot like a place I recently stayed at in Meta, near Naples, Italy. The indoor spaces in later parts of the dream also looked like the same villa.

Connor didn’t look like he was having much fun with my musical recommendations. After a few musical disagreements, Connor starts playing Shpongle and the audio seems to come out of the sky. It was a good opportunity to become lucid as both of us thought the album just felt slightly flat and odd, as if it was unmastered. At some point Connor gets under a duvet by the pool, much like the double mattress im using right now that has no sheets on it. I was splashing about in the pool enjoying the vibes when Beth from the Italy trip came around the corner and said, “You guys ready to go in a minute?”. Triggered by this, I said something kind of obviously not true like “Yup, ready to leave whenever”, despite that I was inside the pool and pretty sure I had just made the conscious decision to dunk my dreadlocks under the water.

At some point within the same dream, I was in a double bed in a communal bedroom that felt very similar to the Italy villa, pretty sure Connor was in the bed with me. I remember people beginning to wake up and wanting to leave. This information was provided on a TV screen, indicating when each person woke up through numbers and colours. Somewhere near my bed there was a mostly empty packet of classic M&Ms, and I was happy knowing that I left myself a couple, so I went for them. It turned out there was a lot, like two decent handfuls. I ate them anyway and felt slightly disappointed as I only wanted a couple, this was a bit too much.

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#2

In another dream, I saw myself being in the middle of a chaotic scene on a metro train in China with a friend, I can’t remember who. There was some sort of zombie-like apocalypse going on, or there may not have been zombies but many people were hunting us for some reason. When the dream started, the person I was with was fighting off attackers, but after they were gone it was more chill. We were in the carriage with other people but they didn’t take much notice of us. My friend had a hoody on and was positioning it so that no one could see his face, so perhaps that’s why everyone was being chill. At each metro stop, he would panic and look through the windows while trying to look neutral, hoping to catch anyone who knew about us before it was too late.

At some point I just got off the train for some reason, in some quite nice-looking town in the middle of nowhere. The weather was appearing fresh and crisp, like a British spring afternoon. It didn't look like how I would imagine a Chinese town to look like - felt more like Europe again. I was aware of a game that we were playing – it involved a survival/challenge element – if you got off the train at the wrong stop, you had to spend all day there with limited food, money etc. It was something like that, and whilst it sounds awful rn, in the dream it sounded like such a great idea. I also thought about how the language is very confusing and therefore it’s easy to get the stop wrong, making this game a fantastic way to visit places in China that I otherwise never would.

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Overall, I enjoyed both of these dreams a lot! I've stopped smoking weed in the last couple of days and have been trying to exercise more, and I think this is allowing my mind to be fresher and ready to dream. I'm not going to jump straight into attaining lucidity - I'm going to continue what I'm doing for perhaps a week, by which point a book I ordered on Amazon, "Exploring the World of Lucid Dreams" by Stephen LaBerge, should have arrived. I heard about this book in a lucid dream video yesterday and it sounds great - I've never actually read any books on lucid dreaming, only consuming online content. I think the arrival of this book will be a good opportunity to immerse myself in lucid dreaming, start reality checking again, and set some WBTB alarms. Exciting times!

This dream occurred in the last week of my artist residency in Berlin, I don't recall the exact day anymore as I kept procrastinating on writing it down here, but it was a few days before the opening.

My colleagues and I were put in a psych ward and constantly trying to escape, but every attempt would lead us back into the psych ward. As this was happening the artist who provided us with guidance also appeared in that dream sitting at a table, drawing with crayons;
"You guys hate this? I love this!" The funny part about that was that he would say something like that in real life as well.

I haven't thought much of this dream other than it being funny or possibly some "panic dream" about the opening coming closer and us not being finished with the exhibition at the time (It turned out incredible!) until I saw this scene from the Chaos;Head gameplay that I have been watching, and now I'm wondering if the dream of the psych ward wasn't a dream, but rather the reality whereas the entire artist residency was nothing more than a delusion
(C;H spoiler alert)


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I had another dream where I was riding between my mom and sister in granddads old reliant that was set when he was dying.

In this dream, me and my sister were out of school and mom was going to drive us to the mall. Me and my sister were both ready to go and mom told us to go ahead and get in the car.

My sister grabbed the keys and then I followed her outside where granddads old tan reliant was parked in our driveway. My sister then unlocked the passenger side door and told me to scoot over to the middle since it was her day to choose where to sit. I the sat down on the tan vinyl bench seat and moved over to the middle seat. Once I fastened the tan lap belt around my waist after my sister told me to, she closed the passenger side door and took the keys back in the house to mom.

Soon she was opening the passenger side door and then sitting down in the passenger seat and then closing the door and fastening her shoulder belt. We then spent a while waiting in the car together until mom was finally locking up the house and then walking to the reliant and opening the driver side door and then sitting down in the driver seat next to me. She then started up the reliant and we drove towards the mall. I felt squished between my mom and sister and we kept passing cars with people I knew in them and it felt like they were all staring at us because I was riding in the middle and my younger shorter sister was by the window.

We were then driving by the nursing home where grandad was living and then mom was turning into the parking lot and then parking the car in a parking space. As the turned off the car, she told us she needed to stop by and check on granddad because they had called and told her he wasn't feeling well and may have to go to the hospital. She told us to wait in the car and then left us there to go and check on granddad.

Me and my sister than had to wait in the car and I had to deal with my sister wanting to talk about granddad and me trying to ger her to talk about other things because I didn't want to think about granddad not being around much longer. I woke up from this dream while we were still in the parking lot waiting from mom and having to keep listening to my sister talk about granddad and trying to get me to share my feelings.

I make immersive meditation sessions and record them. Each session is 90-minutes and contains brainwave entrainment ramping from Theta (7 hz) down to Delta (2 hz) then rising back to Theta. I place different lucidity cues during the last Theta part of the session. I listen to this during the night on a Bluetooth sleep mask. The session loops and replays.

I am staying with family in a resort hotel. We are staying in a very large city built up along a beach. There are fifty+ story resorts and condos on the beachfront. One image is of an orange concrete building with curved balconies overlooking the coast. It is built on a small island tightly packed with skyscrapers and surrounded on all sides by pristine beaches in the middle of a large city built on a bay with mountainous terrain behind the city.

I am watching from the roof of a tall building the construction of another building. The frames of the buildings they are constructing look very spindly and sway in the wind quite a lot, they do not look structurally sound at all. There are about a half-dozen people in large black inflatable balloon pants (I don't really know how else to describe them) dangling from construction cranes and building another skyscraper next to us. They are being blown around by the high winds. One of them breaks loose and the balloon carries him down slowly. I help him get out of it and he is thankful. He explains that the tubes are some kind of safety device for working at high altitudes but that his boss keeps asking them to modify the blueprints of the skyscraper to make it taller and he is frustrated.

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I am in a much different location. I become semi-lucid and start flying low over the ocean I notice that like last night, I don't have my fire jets but seem to be churning up the water as I hover several meters over its surface.

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I am riding in the passenger seat of a pickup with a dream character. i think it was my father. We are back in the costal city which is being shaken with earthquakes and volcanoes. The dream character wants to drive us through a tunnel. I state that is a bad idea because the tunnel goes through a mountain which is presently an erupting volcano. When he gets close we see lava coming out of the tunnel.

He then proceeds to drive along a river, driving the truck in a physically impossible manner such that only the two lefthand wheels are on the very lip of the river while the rest of the truck hangs off the side but stays more or less upright. I turn on the radio which states the government will not be sending disaster aid because they are corrupt and already gave all their money to corporate subsidies.

After reading for a couple hours last night, I let out some steam in an emotionally charged dream journal post, hoping to actually remember some dreams this morning in the process. I definitely think my calm evening of reading and meditation helped me slip into a deep sleep of many dreams, but sadly I do not remember any. I remember waking up in the middle of the night very horny and remembering my dreams, but also being very tired. Classic - I never really did find a way of logging my dreams as and when I remembered them. It's kind of like brute force - my ideal method would be laptop as I type fast and could get back to sleep ASAP, but having the energy to do that in the middle of the night is tough. I remember people years ago talking about using a voice recording app which I might try tonight, but I think I tried this before and my mid-sleep voice was just too slurry. Anyway, I woke up today feeling refreshed and well-dreamt (even if I don't remember them)... here's to tonight!

I rekindled my Dream Views account about a month ago posting about an unfortunate rut of bad habits I found myself in, adding a journal entry that covered my earliest dream memories as a means to improve my dream recollection.

This didn't quite go to plan - I think I had a couple of productive days, but flew out to Italy with friends shortly after. It was a great time, but an unfortunate argument with friends (which was resolved, but with a slightly bad atmosphere in the air), too much drinking, and some sad discussions with my partner about us probably breaking up sent me back into a bad place upon my return. I had left myself a gram of weed for when I got home, and this has ultimately been my downfall once again. When I smoke weed, it's like I have no control of how much or when I smoke it. It muddies my decision making, and before I know it I'm a month deep into a weed whole, eating horrendous food whilst neglecting my responsibilities.

Anyway, I've been crawling out of the rut the last couple of days, finished up some weed I had left over, and have been trying to make more music instead of mindlessly consuming content. I've been reading as well, telling myself that whenever I am doing nothing such as watching YouTube, I could just be reading instead. It's put me into a really good headspace, feeling meditative, calm, and inspired as I always would after reading for a while.

So, here I am again - hopefully back with a bit of consistency. I sadly cannot recall much dream activity in the last month or so. The only dream I really remember was a few days ago after returning from Italy, dreaming that I was on holiday with my partner and friends, but somewhere else this time. I was laying down or sat down, and she was standing over me, basically telling me in a rather harsh way that she was done with putting up with me and making compromises for our relationship, and that was that. It was a really vivid dream that left me feeling pretty emotional. Perhaps as part of a synchronicity, my partner messaged me that same morning to tell me that she had a bizarre dream where she faked her own death, watching me and my friend J crying all night at her death, only to be there eating with us at breakfast in the morning. Her dream kind of gave me complex-vibes similar to some dark thoughts I've had at low points in my life, thinking of faking or even taking part in suicide, knowing that others are mourning for you.

I didn't mention my thoughts on her dream - just told her that I had a slightly more realistic and sad dream of her finishing things with me. We both felt sad from this, and haven't really chatted much since. I wish I had a more positive and interesting dream to share with you, but perhaps they will come tomorrow.

This was a highly unusual lucid.

Usual G/C + LT


Keep Your Dick Out of my Face (DILD)

I am walking past my stereo. But realize it has a floor to ceiling window right next to it. This is not how it is in waking reality. And I realize I am dreaming. In fact, I come to realize it's on the first floor which explains the weird visual. For no particular reason, I decide to head downstairs via the spiral staircase. I walk over to the back door and exit the house.

It's night but there is some artificial lighting in the meadow behind the house. And some heavy machinery (bulldozers and what not) actively digging and doing work. I am tempted to take a closer look and walk a bit closer. The scene morphs some and I am now much closer to the activity. It's just a lot of commotion and I turn left and walk away from it. Then there is an almost instantaneous scene change and I find myself on a city street somewhere in Asia. Based on the looks of the decor and people probably China.

I walk for a bit and eventually enter a small shop. It's full of various asian style tchotchke's. It's an eclectic set of stuff. And I'm rather fascinated and content to just walk around the shop for a while and take it in. Eventually an attractive gal walks past me. I am tempted to follow her into the ladies room. And turn and walk toward her. But she picks up on my intentions and quickly closes the door behind her.

I continue to walk around for a bit. But then decide I've seen most of what is relevant and I should exit. But the place is quite the maze and I can't find the front door. However I come to realize that one wall is not solid. It's strips of wood and card board and it's quite flimsy. So I remove some and exit the establishment. Now finding my way in an alley leading back to the main street. Which is where I head.

At this point I am looking for a gal to have some playtime with. A few candidates walk past when I see one woman, a Caucasian gal who is quite attractive. I am a bit aggressive for reasons I'm not sure of as I write this. I grab her ankle and pull her to the ground. While that was rather aggressive from here I try to go slow and get her into things. Which slowly but surely escalates. To pulling her V neck blouse down to expose her breasts, to playing with her nipples and her eventually sitting my face. All is well, until there is a highly unwanted scene change. Within an instant she is gone and some dude has his pants down and is sticking his hard cock in my face. OK, that's not cool. I throw him over and grab is left hand and literally rip it off. He then pulls a gun with his right hand, and tries to point it my way. I intercept his hand and grab his wrist. Easily breaking it and rendering him helpless to defend himself. I lose this dream. And wake at a later point in time.

I was going through some dream about me having two jobs and being "on the grind" in a big way trying to pay off some debt. In the dream, my house was a mixture of my old and new houses in feel and location. Though it was structured more like my new house, it was painted white. I then realized that I could fly and decided to ignore the career focus in the dream.

I became lucid. Flying was easy and intuitive, and I had great control. I remember flying in a posture similar to me using my fire jets but there were no visuals of the fire. I flew up into the night sky through clouds and could see the stars. There were four or five sets of stars in oval-shaped rings of varying size, with maybe ten to twenty stars on each ring. There were also some stars scattered about. I thought about flying into space and checking out the star rings up close but I could feel that the dream was not particularly stable.

Instead I decided to land, sitting in a tall tree with pointy leaves overlooking a country road. I decided to eat one of the leaves to try and ground and stabilize the dream. I pulled one off the branch and started eating it. It had some texture but no flavor, working well enough to keep the lucid dream going.

A spaceship came down from space and out of the clouds. It was shaped like a cross which I interpreted to be religious iconography. The vertical bar of the ship was made of gold along its edges, with lightbulbs at regular intervals turning on and off in a pattern that made it look like pulses of light were traveling around it. The paneling was glowing bright red, orange, yellow, and green, with its colors also cycling in a wave-like pattern. The horizontal bar of the cross was framed in gold and had a windowed section allowing me to see inside to a single deck. Inside I could see casino games such as slot machines, a roulette and a blackjack table, and dream characters engaged in gambling.

The spacecraft was of such an absurd design I simply had to know why it had appeared and what it symbolized.

"Hey spaceship, what do you represent in this dream?"

The spacecraft landed upright by the side of the road. Various components of it folded apart and went through a complex transformation sequence which had little regard for the rules of euclidean space or how its internals were presumably set up. When it had finished it had become a very bland concrete building. The structure had an octagonal cinderblock wall around it with barbed wire along the top and guard towers at all eight corners and a dirt road leading up to a gatehouse on one of the octagon's sides. The inner building had a square footprint and was taller than it was wide, perhaps three or four floors and looked very sturdy. It had square windows which looked to be made of reinforced glass and a single set of double doors leading into it.

I flew down from the tree and walked through the gatehouse. There were bulky robot guards with high-tech looking weapons that let me through. As I approached the building I could feel the overwhelming aura of strength and stability emanating from it. Large bull horn speakers on the guard tower spoke in a clear and loud, but not overwhelming voice.

"I am the representation of the dream archive you should be making."

I go inside the building and find it to be full of server space with hard drives. It explains how I should make a new more organized dream journal. (This is actually somewhat true and something I have been considering. I actually have three dream journals in which I document different dreams. Dreamviews tends to get most of my lucid dreams, but I keep non lucids and dream fragments and the like in a private dj.)

The dream then transitions to inside my current workplace. Dream characters are sitting around talking about lucid dreaming. One of them points out how he will always dream that his son will come to work and tell him that he is dreaming, but that he always ignores it and doesn't get lucid. I laugh and say that my dream guide appears alot in my dreams but I don't get lucid upon seeing her.

I woke up, typed short notes to remember the lucid and went back to sleep.

I had another lucid dream, but I don't remember much of the content of it. It started on my college campus and I wound up going underground into a tunnel full of trash and losing lucidity.