dream fragment

So this past dream/fragment is an odd one to say the least.

Everyone knows what a soft play park is, or at least hose who have experienced one. It's those placed where everything is colourfully padded and there are foam rollers to climb through and balls pits and climbing things with lots of coloured rope.

Well this dream was me inside one of theses places but it looked like it had merged with a water park play area. There was water gushing all over the place and I remember it being blurry in my vision but I could make out what was going on.

I was really tired last night, for no special reason. I tried to read while my husband was watching a soccer match, but I kept dosing off. Went to bed at 21.45!

Woke up at 3.20 with a fragment on my mind. Maybe it wasn't even a dream fragment, but that would make it a really strange thought, so I'm going to count it as a fragment.

Fragment 1: All my dreams from the period of sleep that I just woke from were on a wooden cutting board. I tilted it and with my big knife I pushed them off, straight into my DJ…

I went straight back to sleep, too tired to do a WBTB and woke up at 6.15 remembering:

The bishop
My father, mother, me and ? arrive by bike at a big sports hall. Apparently we'll be visiting the celebration of a jubilee of an African bishop in there. We put our bikes in the designated outside area for bikes. Once inside the hall I take part in a workshop for "upcycling" (making something new and better out off used garments) clothes. I make myself a wide cream coloured, two layered top with a dark brown edge along the neckline. When I'm ready I start looking for my father and mother. I push through the crowd, some people recognize me and compliment me on my blouse. Proudly I tell them that I made it myself, without a pattern, just like that. A young woman thinks it's too big. I shrug my shoulders. What do you want, first time ever, without help…
I want to leave and find out that my parents have already left. I wonder if they would have left my bike there. There are a lot of bikes there but I don't recognize mine. I grab a ladies bike that is not locked and cycle of to the right, into town. After going for a while I decide that it's not right and I return to where I came from. I put the bike back, next to a woman (who looks like Marion that I met in the village last Sunday morning) is putting hers away. The two bikes lean against each other and she says; "Be careful now, don't touch them anymore". Together we walk towards the buildings. "To go to Brandons you have to go straight here and turn right later on" she says, pointing at the apartment buildings far away. "That's not where I'm going" I say to her and go in the direction of the sports hall. "Oh", she says "for Randen it's in there". I think she's full of nonsense and go inside. I move through the crowd until I find a group that includes my aunt Nelly and her daughter Anita. I talk to them for a bit until I see my dad. He's carrying a cotton bag and takes out a pair of pink pants so that I can get changed. I tell him that I want to say goodbye to the bishop before we go. The bishop is a big black man. He's "dressed" in a shiny, wooden case, only his head sticks out. It's a bit like a coffin, but the form is more rounded. He's standing up, watching a movie (?) that's being projected on a screen. There is a big case filled with boxes that contain parts of the movie. I guess that this is the present he's had. I say goodbye to him. He says that he's very happy that I came and he puts his hand on my head as a blessing gesture.

When I wake up next at 8.30 I remember 3 fragments, of which two are from the same dream:

Fragment 2: Don't do that….. I'm sure you will not be able to get all of it back!

Fragment 3: My dad, his wife, me, my husband and our youngest son are in a room together. My son is sitting in the corner of a sofa and preparing himself a smoke. I say to my husband, "The boy is only 15, are you okay with that?" He shrugs his shoulders. I'm angry, I grab my stuff and leave. I'm annoyed with myself, I've got nowhere to go, I haven't got the key to the car, or our house. I should have tried to find a solution instead of running off.

Fragment 4: My dad's wife is not feeling well. I want to leave and that's what I do. Just a bit later I see my dad and his wife following me. He's sort of dragging her along because she's feeling really bad. When they get to where I am my dad starts climbing on top of something and she lies down on the side of the road. I say to her that I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to do this to her, she could have stayed at home.

Fragment: I remember a repeat of a previous dream happening again, or at least it felt like it. I was with my parents and cousins at a hotel by the beach. Only this time the hotel had a roof with these dark wood shingles and this big restaurant out in front. I remember everyone was hungry after seeing but the girl at the check-out desk was annoying and talking on the phone with someone.

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Fragment: Something to do with a dating website for lucid dreamers. ('Lucid Love' I think it was called?) Or at least that's what I though it was. I got a PM from someone. It was from spellbee2. He told me that it was part of a prank that was happening in February. Apparently he had just re-skinned the website.

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Fragment: We had a project in my color theory class. We had to build a tower out of legos. There were three rules. 1. We had to build it out of all one color. 2. The tower had to be built sideways or upside down. The connector studs on the legos were not allowed to be face up. 3. It had to be 50cm tall.

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The thing I remember was there was this large white building, built in sort of a T-shape. Everything on the interior was white. I remember how the entire building had a large central hallway for public access but most of the building was sealed behind reinforced glass doors and you could only access these areas if you were one of the scientists with a card. The interior was very futuristic, there were a lot of plants. I think I even saw this one scientist driving around this big robot spider with a RC.

For some reason the building also had a gym and a pool in it. (I think the logic was that you could go to the gym for free, in return, have the knowledge that the scientists are secretly studying the habits and biology of everyone in it.)

Anyways, I was there with my dad. We were going to the gym for free. But I didn't like the idea of being studied. I then remember this scientist came up to me and tried to convince me that the data wasn't being used for anything malicious. (But he didn't tell me what it was actually used for.) He then gave me a pack of balloons. I remember all the 'balloons' that he gave me were white and were long and thin.

I remember I blew one up and then sat on it like a horsey ride, and discovering that I could fly. I flew up the inside of the building onto this indoor bridge on the top level. I was now in a restricted area and I saw some scientists approach me with weapons. Next thing I knew I was in a containment cell. I could see my dad out through the glass wall but he didn't even notice me. Somehow or other I wound up becoming lucid. No RC or anything so lose a few points there. Just pff-lucid.

I tried to remember my three step task and I remembered that teleportation was important to it. I said something along the lines 'Teleportatus Excelsius' (not what I was going for, but it worked.) I got out of the containment cell. (No flashy visuals or teleportation zwhoomp, even when lucid though. Just kind of a dream jump cut to being outside the cell.) Alarms started going off and I saw the scientists were coming back. I took out another 'balloon' and blew it up. Once again I floated away on it. I floated up to the top level of the science building where there was a window missing. Somehow or other my dad found his way up there too.

I told him that I was lucid dreaming. Now my dream-dad has never been particularly supportive when I become lucid. He's always irritable, annoying and tells me that I'm better off not LDing/just being nonlucid. I told him he had to trust that my lucid dreaming skills could be used for good. He seemed a bit too reluctant to try it.

"Its either that or have your grimy hiny dissected by angry scientists."

He was still way too reluctant. I just said: "Screw it" Grabbed his hand and pulled him off the edge of the building with me. We were nosediving through fog at first, and I managed to get my flames out and pull up just before we face-planted into the ground (pavement). I pulled up and took us weaving through some dead trees and willed the fog to go away. I looked over at him. He was screaming in terror, but it was like a cartoony 'waaaaaaah scream'. I don't think I've ever heard any of my DCs scream that much.

Calm down, clam down, and watch this. I confidently pulled us out of the fog, convincing myself that a better dream was just knowing it was on the other side of the fog. When we got out of the fog, a whole bunch of fantastical visuals hit us all at the same time. (Does this count as manifesting something? I did think to myself 'We'll come out somewhere amazing', and that happened.) We were flying over a swampy drainage pond with some dead trees. I stopped in mid air. (Gaining altitude was taking a lot of concentration.) You see the nice thing about being short and small in dreams is it's not that difficult to imagine myself flying on jets of flame. It's much harder to imagine myself flying on jets of flame carrying my 240lb dad.

Inconsistency here: I was able to carry my heavyset dad in flight, but not Manei who's thin as a rail and should be much lighter. Every time I've carried her I've not lifted off or fallen out of the sky like a brick.

Anyways, I stopped and hovered in the air. He stopped screaming. We looked at where we had come from. I slowly had us look to the right, and saw that the fog faded and there were more tall trees, only these were not dead. They were alive, had huge leaves and there were these giant mango/pomegranate like fruits. (I put a slash there because they were colored like Mangoes, yellow and orange with texturing, but shaped like Pomogranates.) The fruits had windows and doors cut in them, and rope bridges between them.

Next to that was what looked like one of the dorm towers from my college campus, as well as two rows of brightly colored townhouses on a hill. Behind them was the sunset and a pagoda, as well as a bunch of pine trees. In front of us, directly where we had come from was this huge windmill, only it wasn't a windmill it was a (goes on google) yeah, a perpetual motion wheel on a windmill building. When I pointed it out to him, the dream focused on a clack-clack-clack sound that it made. On the right was a huge orchard laid out like a hedge maze and people were picking these little red fruits off the plants and putting them in baskets on their heads, but for some reason I didn't point that out or even pay attention to it.

I looked up at the sky and saw four moons.

"Now this, this is always one of my favorites. Look up at the sky."

He started screaming again. I realized I had forgotten about the flying and we were falling. We fell into the dirt next to the pond we were over, but neither of us were hurt as far as I could tell. I think I apologized for losing concentration and making us fall.

"So, what do you think?"

"WHY ARE PEOPLE LIVING IN FRUIT? [Wouldn't the fruit go rotten and smell as soon as you move in? It's pointless!] HOW IS THERE PERPETUAL MOTION? [Generally impossible] WHY IS SATURN COMING OVER. [I look to the sky and confirm that there is now a ringed gas planet too.] [This is Lucid dreaming?!] WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO CREATE AND LIVE IN THIS MADNESS? WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

His scream increased in pitch as he clutched his head. I could tell something was about to happen so I stepped back. Dream Dad proceeded to literally explode in a miniature nuclear explosion, and all that was left was a little cone of ash like in a cartoon. I think it was a fallout reference too. For some reason in-dream I took it as we were having a shared dream and he had been overwhelmed and woken up.

So... does this mean no more annoying dream-dad? Points for unsummoning DC? I'll let spell decide. It technically was my fault he exploded because I created the beautiful crazy dream, but I didn't intend to banish him.

After that a vaguely remember some goo monster coming out of the drainage pond. Supposedly it was a weapon used by the scientists we had run away from to attack lucid dreamers. I picked up a huge log and threw it into the air. When it came back down, I kicked it end first at the monster. It just absorbed it into the goo. I started to run away. (Actually I think I was flying backwards on my flames) I remember the monster was made of grayish brown goo and had these little green seed like things in it that were supposedly leeches that stole your lucid powers. I got one of them on my hand and was trying to pull it off. Though it was painless trying to pull it off, it caused me to bleed quite a bit and there was a lot of blood. I managed to get it off, and get a safe distance from the monster by hiding in the fruit picking maze.

I lost lucidity and woke up thinking about a fireplace... Last thing I remember is a fireplace manifesting.

-Fragment (0.5x3 or +1.5)
-DILD (+10)
-Teleportation. (+10)
-Use an ordinary Object (The suspicious 'Balloon' that scientist gave me) To preform dream control (Float) (+5)
-Flying (The old fashioned way on my flames) (+5)
-Unspecified Dream Control (Creating new fantastical environment.) (+5)
-Super Strength (Throwing and kicking giant log into monster) (+5)

Night total: (I need my calculator that's a good sign...) 41.5

Was gonna WBTB but the cat vomited and I had to clean that up at 5:30am. No hope for WBTB, I'm wide awake...

I am in my workplace, I decide I have to go outside.
I'm walking down a nearby area, it looks very little activity on the street, although usually there are many people, cars, noise. In addition it's all rather dark, there is little light, I see some nearby bars where there are some people, but they are closed. Everything seems a little strange.
I decide to go back to my workplace, at the entrance I see a co-worker with another person I do not know, my partner asked me what time we finished work, but I can not respond to him.
I walk into the office and see the boss who is very well dressed, I was a bit surprised by their clothing. Also in the office it is pretty dark. I sit at my desk and hear the fellow who stood in the doorway talking about a client of our company that I do not know either.

Fragments:

1) I'm in a house I do not know, but it belongs to my family. PG appears, he is a friend of the family and we start talking. He tells me stories of his life and I recounts an anecdote about a friend of his who went to see him to his city to watch him play a game, but he was not there, the friend was wrong date and was alone and made a little ridiculous. We believe that the story is very funny and we laughed a lot.

2) I'm in a beach area that is known to me. I accompanied a coworker, we have to look for a flat for another partner who has to go and live in that place. We teach an apartment overlooking the sea, but it looks like it has some drawbacks.

So this entry is the only time I remember having a nightmare. I would say I was aged between 4 and 5/6 it was pretty scary at the time.

So all I remember from it is being chased by a character who looked like a mix between the white rabbit from the animated Alice in Wonderland and Roger Rabbit from loony toons. He chased me into a wardrobe and I closed the doors to stop him, then in the wardrobe there was an angry ginger cat which hissed at me. This made me run out of the back of the wardrobe into a hedge maze made out of thorn bushes.

So... that's all I can remember of the dream. It was a pretty looong time ago. Have fun interpreting whatever that was....

Preface:
Sleep at midnight or later. Practiced breathing exercises before sleeping. Tried to WILD but ended up dreaming.

DR 1
I was in the middle of a street and I was building a ship. I wasn't building it physically, but with energy. I was doing things- making gestures with my hands and the ship was being created. However, it wasn't an tangible ship. You could see that it was an energy ship- energy in the form of a ship. The ship was green and blue- like a teal color, very blue. It didn't look cloudy, and not glittery but brilliant. Brilliant energy with beautiful colors and it was getting huge. The ship was getting really big. But someone didn't want me to build it. Someone tole me that had to stop. I guess I stopped.

DR 2
I am walking around some type of event. It looked like a huge shop, it could have been a Wal-Mart, only it was not. Its cold. I see a large rack of coats. Apparently, I came in with a long oversized brown coat- but somebody has taken it, and I am looking for my coat on this rack. This rack of coats is not for sale, it belongs to people- I guess a place for people to hang their coats while they shop. I see a cute Guess Jacket, a satin puffer with a satin red lining. At first, I think its going to be too small, but I try it on and it fits perfectly even over all of my clothes. I take it off and return it to the rack, because I start to feel bad- someone will miss the coat. I start looking around. Its this huge plaza all around me
huge beige floors and walls with racks of shelves of clothing and goods, I start walking . I hear people in the background buzzing, just like a regular superstore. I walk to the back of the store and I see a place where they sel shoes. There is a huge beige floor, and beige walls. Its almost like the store was set up to provide that space as a "walking room" so you can try out the shoes. Shoes and a couple of other things are up against the walls, but the floor in the center of the room is completely clear.. There is a huge counter (beige again) that runs all the way around the room- the room is a circular shape. There are people behind the counters and there is a black girl, pretty, she's got a really good attitude. She's in a great mood and she is greeting and talking with everybody. She's laughing and talking with other employees. There's just a really good good energy in the room, so I feel better as soon as I walk in.. They say hi and they are smiling..there is faint music in the background but they are just listening to the music and I can tell that they are just enjoying being there-having a good time at work. I forgot all about trying to get my coat back.

Preface:
A lot going on today. Up at 8am, preparing for a pottery party I have planned for my co-worker. Party goes well. I spend the evening with my best friend. We were talking about recent comunication that we both oddly received from our EXES this past week. I go home for an hour or so, and then go back out to catch a live band with her. I got home at 1, went to sleep at 2.

Side Note: Frustration. Two of the ladies at the pottery party became VERY frustrated with painting their pieces. One of them was so upset that she washed her piece and then proceeded to sit with her hands in her lap during the remainder of the event. I felt like something else was going on, but I didn't ask. She is a friend of a friend's, so it wasn't my place.


DR 1
I am in an office building. A fire has started and most of the people have run out. Some are still running. Nobody pulls the fire alarm, so I do. I walk outside the building. There is a sidewalk path to another building, so I take it. The building doors are wide open, so I walk in. The walls are white. White ceilings, brown carpet. There is only a hallway, which extends in each direction. Its quiet, and I can hear the faint sound of the alarm I pulled in the other building. I turn to the right down the hallway. I see a red alarm panel on the left wall and I pull it.

DR 2
Everything seems to have calmed down. I am walking down a hall in an office building. I pass a co-worker, a handsome man, who I have apparently just repaired a work relationship with. We smile and greet each other. I continue down the hall. I am wearing office attire, a white blouse, a skirt (? color) and heels. I am holding an order with a ticket number on it- 3757. I know that the co-worker has changed my order and resubmitted it as 3758. I think about telling my boss because something about it isn't rigt. At that moment, I get called into my boss's office. My boss is a black lady with long braids in her hair. I feel that she doesn't like me much. I am seated at a white table. She asks me about the order. Before I can finish telling her the story, she calls in my co-worker. I place my head in my hands. I can't believe that she has done this before I can tell her what happened. And I can't believe this is happening when I have just literally became friends with this guy again. He whispers to me, "what's going on?", and put my lips to his ear and say, "they have no idea what's going on".
I place my head in my hands again.

DR 3

Members of a movie crew are filming in the courtyard of the office building. The courtyard has a swimming pool. I'm not sure why the film is happening and I'm not sure why we have a pool. All of a sudden, a little black boy comes running from my left at full speed and cannonballs into the pool. Somebody yells, "that's a wrap", and I see the microphone swing over the pool. There are crew members in place to take the boy safely out of the pool.

DR 4
I am in a convenient store. A tall black lady comes in. She looks like a model. She is wearing a dark blue and bright orange dress with a sunhat. A guy's voice is heard over the intercom. He tells her to turn around so he can see her on the video cameras. She doesn't seem to hear im, so I grab an umbrella from one of the displays nearby and point to the cameras. I tell her what he said. When I actually walk up to her, she is at least a foot taller than me. I am 5'6", but she is clearly way taller. I feel so short. She turns around so he can see her. She asks if she looks ok. I tell her that her dress is cute. She says thank you and then bends over to reach into a chest (which is somehow a cooler doubling as a chest?) There are clothes inside it for some reason. As she bends over I see the top of her big hat.

Fragment

It was an early morning. I was standing in front of the door to my uncle's house, waiting until he opens them. My uncle opened the door, and suddenly frost gathered on everything around. I felt strong and unusual coldness on my hands, took out gloves out of my pocket and put them on. They didn't helped even a little.

Dream

I was in my room. It was cloudy late afternoon. I was lying on my bed with a glass of tea. I was drinking it upside-downm sipping just a little every time. I drank whole tea, then went on to play a really entertaining game on my laptop. It was a 2D game with a top-down perspective. I was running straight a road between settlements, fighting monsters. My younger sister disturbed me from time to time, playing a guitar from time to time. I had to rush into next save point, as heavy, dark clouds gathered on the sky. I killed last creature and saved the game, turned the laptop off and looked at the sky through the window - storm clouds were moving quickly and powerful lightnings shot across the sky.

Even sicker than I was yesterday. I had a cough that kept me up until about 1:00am. But didn't go to sleep with the mother of all headaches like I did last night. So I didn't manage to WBTB or any of that other fun stuff.

I might try to take a nap once the cough medicine kicks in though. Maybe I can catch up then.

Fragment: Something to do with a Violent Movie that my cousins were not allowed to watch. There were two old male friends and one of them had a girlfriend. But then it turned out that the girlfriend was just a gay guy wearing drag and was desperate for love. He then committed suicide by jumping off of their apartment balcony into a tangle of barbed wires that hung him. Then a pack of stray bulldogs came and ate his body into a skeleton.

There was a lot more to this.

I vaguely remember being at some race car track. Only I was watching the cars from the grassy lot inside the track from a lawn chair. Also, it was rather foggy, so I would only see the cars a small fraction of the time as they came around to our side of the track. I remember the guy sitting next to me looked just like Tony Stark from the MCU movies. We were watching the race for awhile.

I then remember my female projections from sex dreams started spawning in. (Three or four of them) Yeh, usually when I have sexy dreams, I use female (and sometimes male, depending upon what mood I'm in...) projections of myself to fulfill whatever twisted fantasy is on my mind. Since they're directly created from me, I can reliably get them to do whatever I want. (At least when I'm lucid.) That and I can always feel more emotionally comfortable around them more than random DCs.

One of them came from behind and started getting touchy-feely. For some reason (maybe because I wasn't lucid and ) I was hoping she would just go away. It was my grandmother's (the one who passed away) birthday. I thought everyone would freak, but nobody seemed to be bothered. Except my mom, who was very excited about the fact that there was a topless female duplicate of myself hugging me from behind, and took a picture on her phone. (WTH Dream-Mom?!)

Back to the racetrack. It seemed like two of the female duplicates went for Tony Stark look-alike guy. I wasn't lucid, but for some reason, I felt like they were independent now. Like I no longer had control over them. I didn't care though, I figured I could just make more.

One of them stopped a red race car. I remember thinking that it looked like Lightning McQueen but it was actually a real race car and not a weird cartoon talking car. Me and the two remaining projections got in the back seat. (Error: Race Cars don't have back doors to save on weight). And i'm gonna omit what came after that. (No legit lucidity tho)

(Fragment +0.5)
(Dream +1)

1) I'm walking down the street with my wife, we dressed very well, I guess we have to attend a party or something similar. We go for a well-known street of my city. A little later we see a large excrement in the middle of the street and then I remember that our dog has been loose walking down the street and has been all the time alone, I am afraid that something has happened to him and start to look for him. I still walk with my wife and when reaching the end of the street, I think we will not find him and start to feel bad about it. At that time, I see that, after a few trash cans, is our dog, he is looking at a group of dogs that are on the street. I feel calmer. Now I must go for our car which is close to go somewhere but can not remember where.

2) I'm in a strange house, everything seems to be made of stone, furniture, door, and all is large or very large. There lives a man, he is a serial murderer, but his appearance is that of a good person, does not appear to be evil. Suddenly, the police try to enter through the entrance door which is huge and made of stone as well, but is very difficult to open it because it is too heavy and they get open just enough to pass one policeman only. He is wearing a fire suit. It is a very bright silver suit. Just right, opens a large hole in the wall. I can see that something like a great furnace is running, it is burning at a high temperature because the fire is white. Then the policeman is introduced into it to put out this fire. I think it will not get, but gradually he progresses and it seems that it is getting.

Fragment

1) I will do the shopping in the supermarket where I usually do. I have some difficulty in getting the products I need, but people who work there help me filling the shopping cart. Then I have to go pay, but I'm confused because I dont know very well where I have to go to be told the bill.

I was caught up in a conflict where my husbands' ex was yelling at me like a crazy person. We were having parenting issues. (In real life she was never a parent to my son. My husband & the other 2 men she had children with all have custody of their children.) Finally my husband came to my rescue..... In real life she still comes to my house all drunk & high & damages our vehicles & a pool we had. Our son is 22 yrs old now & this crazy woman even screams nasty things about him. He's an honor roll student & his grandparents made a trust for him & his other siblings to be used to college. Her mother also had added her too but was recently cut off because she was trying to abuse the trust.

Dream 2 was about my oldest son. He was selling pot & I stole a big bag of pot from him to teach him some kind of lesson & he got angry & I woke up.... This was all silly but I was just talking about him yesterday about him not paying off his deposit for his electric & we were thinking about taking our name off the account & letting him live in the dark before he defaults & we are stuck w/ our own cut off & a very high bill that we won't be able to afford.

I think I really need to get some much needed sleep. I feel like a zombie today. Last night we had a thunderstorm & my Meesha cat was not happy about the thunder at all. And then today I was going to take a nap & my daughter shows up & stays all day.. I'm grumpy & need some rest.

Preface:
Went to sleep late, around midnight. Had a very busy, awesome day with a friend.

DR1

I was in a new house. I decided to work from home today, so I was seated a a table in the dining room (working on a laptop). My sister was in the background somewhere, moving around.
I heard a noise that sounded like a truck parking in the driveway at the front of the house. I looked outside the window and I could see large grey/white truck, hitched to a trailer, parked in the driveway with the engine running. The driver was eating a sandwich. I called my sister over to the window and told her what was going on. She said, "wait a minute", and she went outside and told him something. He slowly backed out of the driveway. When she came back in..she said he didn't know the house was now occupied. I can't recall much else. I can only recall feeling annoyed that the man was parked in the driveway.

First fragment

I was with group of adventurers, we were fighting our way up an incredibly tall tower. We were fighting with horrible monsters.

First dream

I was in school. It was a really hot spring day, during a break I was searching for a place where it's a bit colder. First I went downstairs to the second entrance, there were kids running around and playing. It still was too hot, I went upstairs and opened a window. A cold breeze blown through the window. As soon as I opened it, teacher called us to class. It was mostly empty, there were like two people left. They had an important exam, while teacher gave me a golf ball that opened itself, revealing more balls. They were all written with text about second world war and authors that written during that time.

Some troubling self-esteem dreams this month. I was gripped with the notion that my friends despised me. Despite knowing that they were just dreams, I was still emotionally affected by it. Thankfully, by the end of the month, I had worked through this issue. A lot of hypnagogia this month as well. It's been interesting to say the least.

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Some strange, oily hypnagogia. I see intense but limited visuals. A painted white spiral staircase. An empty apartment room with french windows, people standing on the patio beyond. I am gaining traction, but I get the sense that I am positing my awareness inside another person. He moves without my guidance, beginning to stumble, perhaps due to my influence. He turns and falls to the ground, reaching a hand out hoping to catch himself. I hear one of his associates call his name, and then again but closer and far louder. It is so sharp that it awakens me completely.

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I re-attempt a lucid technique that I had tried once before. As I lay awaiting sleep, I begin to count.
"1, I am dreaming. 2, I am dreaming."
As I do so, hypnagogic voices begin to intrude. They sigh and sound disappointed, and then begin the try to interrupt my counting. Some speaking over the top of me, others counting backwards trying to muddle my continuity. I press on regardless. They are annoying but not hostile.

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I dream of a crime scene. A thick-set man enters an underground bar frequented by those with criminal affiliations. It is empty but for the barkeep and his staff. He asks the barkeep to recount the events of the previous night. A young man had become drunk and rowdy. In his inebriated state he had stumbled and fallen, punching a drink off a table by accident. The drink's owner, the man now standing in the bar, had been intoxicated himself. Enrage by the slight, he had instantly drawn his pistol and fired three bullets into the younger man. The barkeep vows not to tell a single other soul about the event.
The next day I take the tram to work and we pass by a road blocked off by police tape. A man had been murdered in the early hours of the morning, affiliated with the local mob. Three bullets.

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I am at a supermarket but all the fresh produce looks old and stale. I am offered a punnet of raspberries, but they look rotten. I eat some anyway, and instantly spit them out. They taste sour and foul. The sensation of taste is strong.

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My arms and legs are all tangled and tied up in knots, restricting my movement. I beseech a male friend for help and he assists, untangling my limbs. He pulls a note out of my back pocket, indicating that it may explain the issue. I unfold the note and read it.
The top line reads; 'You need to quit smoking.'
It is followed by a single word at the bottom, bracketed as though an after thought, but capitalise for emphasis; '(CUNT)'
I am so shocked by it that the memory sticks strong in my mind. The next day I begrudgingly decide to quit smoking.

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We are a team of soldiers on a perilous mission to vanquish a great alien intellect within its own metallic domain. Through holes in the floor, we can view the next dangerous stage of our journey. We meet a man who is besieged by the same entity, but he is also caught up in the illusions that it presents. Through the holes, he sees his own home and family. We warn him that he is too close to the being and this is a sign that he is endangered. He deliberates on what to do.

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I am in the back garden of my grandparent's house, a memory from childhood. My cohesion is low, but the detail is still quite high. I go inside. The house is quiet, but items are left out on the table. The room feels lived in, as though somebody had been here not too long ago. I flip the light switch, and nothing happens. I sigh, miss the lucidity cue, and turn to my left, instantly spying the breaker box. I find it odd that for some reason it is now located in the kitchen. The door is open with only a single fuse switch. I flick it on and the lights spring to life. I turn back around and there is a tall man wearing dark clothes leaning against the sink behind me.

Went to bed at 23.30 and tried to meditate a bit. Don't think I stayed awake very long. Woke up at 3.00 to go to the toilet, remembered nothing. Stayed up for a WBTB, probably not long enough this time, but I'm afraid to stay awake way too long if I stay up to long. WBTB didn't work because I woke up from the alarm at 7.10.

Room in the attick
I'm in a house (not ours) with my husband and we go into the room in the attick. It's cleaned up now, before it was so messy that you could hardly enter it. Along two of the walls are large dressers (I'm not sure if this is the right word in English) Both wood, but different colours. Two drawers of the left one are left open. I pull my husband on the bed and we make out a bit. He gets up and starts collecting things to go and have a shower. Two (young) men enter the room. (I think "I'm glad I'm decent"). One of the men is the owner of the house, the other one (to whom he's showing the house) is a young version of Darrau. The owner, a long and skinny guy, tells Darrau about the room. "Over there we used to have the trains, and there the Playmobil". They speak French. At a certain moment one of them uses the word "relance" in a way that I don't understand. I ask for an explanation. "But a 'relance' is asking for something again if there is no reaction to the first time you've asked?" Darrau answer that in fact it is that, but sometimes it's also used in another way.

Wrote this dream up, went to the toilet and tried another WBTB. I got a lot closer but woke up again from a non lucid dream.

Another room in another attick
My husband and I woke up from the alarm. He had to get up to go to work. My best friend (from the period 13 to 17 yrs old) was in the room with us. Without saying anything he made it clear to me that I had to get her out of the room because he had something in mind. I told her that she could go down to the bathroom, she'd find a towel in the narrow high open cupboard. She left and my husband started unbuttoning my jeans.

Then I woke up, there were noises in the house (holidays, the kids are there). I tried to go back to the dream but the noises prevented that.