dream fragment

The sun is overwhelmingly too bright; it is literally burning my skin red. The heat is just unbearable. You could probably make a fried egg from heated asphalt. A view of parking or almost melting cars in annoyingly straight, accurate line looks distorted from heat waves. I bet it’ll be like an oven inside there.

I did not have any supper last night, so I’m ‘very’ hungry in a dream. My stomach aches with hunger. My throat seems to have some sand in there, its painfully poking and quenching for a fire extinguisher.

OMG at this point I can either become living bacon or die from starvation, so I looked around… …

A tickling wind, full of dryness, gently carries an alluring smell.

It is like seeing a paradisiacal oasis in a scorching desert.

A mouthful of juicy fried chicken, glossy ketchup shining like a sweet red lipstick, and… … an addicting CRAB BURGAR!!! Ah~ I cannot miss a stinging soda pop (^_^) drinking a nice cup of ice-floating coke will be THE highlight in this damn weather.

Foods that can full you with smells~~!!
I can already feel my mouth waters.

Grrr…… My stomach let out pitiful sounds of grumble.
This… … this is irresistible… Can’t help it~~

I ran straight towards the root of the smell with sweaty feet. The name McDonald where I despised as an axis of evil for mass producing fast-food, increasing obese population was not a concern at this point. There would be a clean cool air condition…. In….

As I pant through an automatic glass door was… refreshing my… …

There was a messy mass crowd.

Flocking tightly like ugly ants, they were densely crowded in front of the order line. They must be owners of those cars at the parking lots; they were like desperate people at a market on doomsday. They were frantically reaching counters in an urgent hurry. No order, no straight lines from the parking lot can be seen in this chaos.

Is there a special discount or what?

It was at least dry out there. God… in this restricted space with ‘this’ amount of people… Moist and heat from cooking foods and people made such a harmonious combination to create an unbearable humidity. They must have taken some kind of hideous drugs in a group; acting like possessed demon, hurling and pushing like mad bulls. I am shocked and absolutely disgusted with the horrifying scene of HELL.

Should I get in? Out?
I hesitated from the entrance, when I felt a sudden push from a big bear like man behind; entering, and was forced to thrust myself into an embarrassing looking line, or more like a crowd.

AH~~ AARK~~!! I’m squished~! Heat rash~!

I am already sweating - my clothes wet, and the yucky smell, of closely attached people cannot be covered with what once was an adoring food smell.

So this is how it looks like when people get insane together. Their own greediness fluently allows them to step over one another like zombies; slowing the line. Maybe school students are learning about morality because for this evilness every human has. I am shocked with this unexpected chaos, seeing such hypocrisy as human in general; openly allow me to infinitely disgust those hurling beasts. (Especially to the bear like man, smothering his armpit directly ‘on’ my face)

I am not going to abandon my dignity like those hideous creatures. Haste makes…. wa… waste… Servers are working with speed. There are only three in front of my line.

When’s my turn?
I annoyingly traced my side of server and then had to bulge my eyes with amazement.

In middle of this moist filled, swaying heat hellish condition, there was a cook; sweating and working hard with his passion. There was no haste in his every motion; placing a juicy patty on a toasted bun. Every move has its old, significant meanings like… … Kung-Fu, I can see the soul of artist in simple swift as flipping patties. It is a totally different class of passion from a selfish greed. His sweaty shirts, overwhelming conditions, terrifying beasts…. Yes… like a blossoming lotus from murky mud. He has a halo of enlightened light; glowing.

This IS a touching sensation. That’s the taste of an artist; every beads of his sweat adds to the heavenly flavor. I can partly agree with their craziness… the burger… looked so beautifully scrumptious, I unconsciously gulped for hunger.

“(Sour-sweet) chickens and a (melting) crab burger. Here’s the large size cup, drink is a self, sir ~♡”

Ha…
Siren cannot be as adoring as this voice.

Be… pa…patient… I MADE a commitment. Got to keep… li… lining… for chicken! Fries! Coke!

Servers’ hands are rescuing desperate refugees. Well in this situation it can be rightly called as Hands of God. Teasing hands shakes fries from oil are… indescribable. Servers pick customers as they like; giving order, such action divided grief and thrilled excitement among beasts.

That lucky fellow over there got food from the counter; voraciously devouring them as if his life is on thread. He sensed my stunned stare and fiercely glared back at me with flashing eyes full of madness

Maybe that’s a drug burger.

Famished devils scrounge around the counter; those who gets the food gulp without chewing. Those passionate mass customers must give them plenty of revenue.

Just then……
I found a piece of chicken, covered with dust. Must have been flown away by a fight.

Should I…… eat… it?

I furiously shake my head side to side.
Trial must be overcome for a hero.
Non~~!! Can’t lose my wits~~!! That tiny piece of chicken can’t… de…FEAT me~!!

Energetic pledge allowed me to cowardly push the tempting chicken to the side with my right foot. Simultaneously the extremely irritating bear-like man snatched it with an amazing speed; comparable to an eagle striking a fish, and smoothly threw it into his mouth, smiling in satisfaction. Such an aversion scene helplessly gave me goose bumps.

‘Were you that hungry?’
I blankly stared at this huge looking man with astonishment.

There’s a rouse

In this highly dense population in this small cramming store, overflowing with heat and humidity, everyone’s tempers are at the peak, it is expected. As if gabbing and struggling was not enough, two hot-headed beasts are punching each others with their fist.

But… the problem is…
Shit! Its right in front of me!

God is giving me this time of trial for what? I was trying to be a decent ‘human’ for God’s sake! This is OUTRAGEOUS! Other lines are going forth and forth, why me? Why now?

Those two animals are completely oblivious of other people waiting in line. They are now barking each others at top of their throat; there was a forming crowd surrounding them, cautiously holding their precious food. The sight just gives me a fret. Unfortunately I was swept around by that mess and ended up unwilling had a best sit; wide open close to the fist fight.

I am dying with hunger and those two ass-holes are observing each others; each carrying a dagger and a shield like gladiators. Blood thirsty crowds are showing vain on their neck roaring for blood.

This troublesome scene made my head ache with anger. I gave a pleading glance to a server; wearing a blue cap, to help me, but he gave an awkward smile and set off for a better view.

I sigh… (Ha….)

What’s this… I was just hungry and came to this damn store, eating like decent dignified human as a straight bamboo stick, waiting in line. And now… there are beasts happily enjoying their food with such teasingly gorgeous scent, and I can’t stand in the line for these asses, and my only seemingly savior the server deserted me for this violence.

I felt a bitter betrayal. A burning, volcanic fire slithers its tongue within my deepest heart.

What have I endured this for! What’s the reward for being such human? Even that bear-like man is gorging on his chicken! Why can’t I? Bullshit! This is all bullshit! I hate you all! I HATE this weather!

I was about to explode my suppressed madness out to the world; screaming and shouting my lungs out. But… a thin string of conscious allowed me to ‘think’ more rationally. Instead of wastefully spending my calories, I should go and order my food for good. So I stressfully and aggressively pushed others to side towards the counter.

Suffocating heat from those maniacs are relieving here. I can comfortably breathe now. I gave a deep breath to exhale some negativity. A bit of sense knocked my brain with relief.

I pitifully gave a quick look at that clumsy bunch.
Tut, I would usefully use my time to order food then fighting like dogs.

All those beasts must have gone through now. I wonder where those servers went (too obvious) only a hard working girl with a pony tail was at the counter; organizing stocks and cleaning. The look of responsibility gave me a favorable impression.

I must be the last customer in line. How did I wait … for … so long… I felt a sudden abruption of anger arousing from stomach, so I quickly spat out my order. I will have much and slowly satisfy my victory soon.

“Fried chicken, a large size crab burger, medium French Fries, super-size cu…p…”

The woman gave a questioning look of wonder.
“We’re out”







What????????

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am doing shrooms with the cast of Workaholics on the driveway at my old Anaheim house. We are tripping out in a gym on our roller blades watching some girls play basketball. We also get some physics lessons from a teacher. I think we are at Cal State Dominguez Hills. Tupac is also there. Some guy keeps banging the chick I am with so I have to give him $200 to never bang her again.

Nonlucid Lucid

I am in my school's parking lot. I see a white horse in one of the parking spaces. Suddenly it gallops away. I look at the security guard and say, "We have to catch it!". He looks at me and replies, "Okay. Hop on my back." I was like wuuuut?! Then he turns into a huge brown horse before my eyes.

The scene changes and I am on top of a building, trying to stay away from an explosion down below. I hear the BOOM! and shield myself with my arms. No good, I get hit by shrapnel anyway. I look at my hands and I see dozens of deep gashes, oozing with blood. I only feel pressure though, no pain. This makes me wonder.

I become lucid. By the time I looked away from my hands and at my surroundings, I was already outside my house. I walk slowly around and rub my hands to stabilize. I reach the street and see a random DC whom I don't recognize. I decide to shoot him, just for fun (No, I am not promoting shooting for fun! lol)

I don't have a gun in my hand, so I close my eyes for a brief moment and imagine a gun materializing. When I open my eyes again, I am holding a small revolver. I aim at the DC and shoot. He drops to the ground. Then I notice a police officer a few meters away, watching me with wide eyes. I stand there for a moment, trying to figure out what he's gonna do. He grabs his walkie-talkie and says some alert code into it. I see a car near me, with a man on the passenger seat. I get in the driver's seat and drive away. I'm thinking about just flying away or something, but I don't seem to have good control, so I decide to follow the dream instead. Some police cars are chasing me. I realize I'm out of gas, so I stop at a petrol station. Oddly, the police stop as well to give me time to refuel hahahaha.

I grab the fuel nozzle thing and press some numbers on the digital interface thing. Not sure what happens after this, I remember trying to read the numbers properly, but I lose lucidity sometime in between.

I think… … I’m dead.

I can’t be too sure, because I do not recall the time of my death, and I’m now floating around the air like a ghost. My body is defying a law of gravity, but I do not have any sensation of flying. My vision is on the air, that’s all. Anyway I’m now stalking a middle school girl with impressive cherry blossom coloured hair like Sakura (from Naruto). She is a ghost whisperer who can ‘see,’ and communicate with (almost a ghost-like) myself.
I cannot remember what we talked about, but there was another yellow hair girl who can also ‘talk’ to me like a normal person.

‘I wonder if kids nowadays can talk to a ghost.’

Other students in a classroom have not noticed my presence yet, so I guess those two girls are special. Maybe they are best friend who sharing secrets about a ghost.

Another intriguing fact was that the teacher in front of the classroom can ‘see’ me. She looked directly into my eyes, “Who’s the intruder~ hm?” And gave a sly fox like smile that mazes other students.

I did have a hectic day with the cherry blossomed hair and we left the school together. Those two ghost whisperers lives in different directions, I hesitated for a moment to choose who to follow. ‘Yellow hair?’
I decided to follow the cherry blossomed hair that had spent more time with me.
As we went down for a subway station, she kindly offered me some white cream

‘But I’m a ghost…’

She insisted that it was full of nutrients good for my skin. I hesitantly took her offer.
Ha… (sigh) I’m a ghost… who cares about skin?

I decided to reconcile this situation by applying the cream on my face. A bit of cream had a sweet taste, there must be some honey mixed with it.
I do not recall of getting on a subway, but I met a very scary looking obese lady along the way. For some reason, the lady was steaming with anger. All of sudden this lady; coloured with red and purple, roared out an evil dark cry and stormed toward us as we casually walked.

‘I guess this cream is tempting her.’

She must have some kind of diabetes, addicted to sugar. I yelled and abruptly pushed the Cherry Blossom Hair.

Run quick! Get up the (subway station) stairs!!

I faced this dangerous lady charging like a mad bull.
I struggled with her, tossing and slapping her ugly and oily face. A boldness locked inside my heart was released and I won! Before I could even taste a momentous victory, I ran upstairs; worrying about the girl.

‘Is she safe? She should be…’
The fat hazard is now clear, but I still shivered with unknown easiness.
She was lifelessly lying face down on asphalt. She is only few steps away from the stairs… Why? Is she lacking stamina? Fortunately there was a shabby hospital across a street. I put her left arm around my neck, and carried or rather dragged her towards the building at a green signal. Her unconscious body kept slipping away from my grip; drooping. Is it because I’m a ghost? I’ve been fine till… now… her limp body is heavier than usual.

Just before I finished crossing, I lost the grip, and she went head first, hitting the cold, black asphalt. Is she really dead? Is it because of me? Maybe I was unconsciously harming her by stealing her energy. Why is she like this?

Ah… a sign’s going to be red now… need to hurry up. I gathered my anxiety and nimbly avoid cars with temper. I barely held her by my side, and finally entered an automatic glass door to the small hospital.

This poor looking hospital even had a reception. A leisurely sited nurse and an old homeless looking man, lazily crossing his legs on a long, comfy but worn out chair where patients are supposed to sit. The man was supposedly a doctor wearing a white gown; turning yellow. He absent mindedly stared at us for a second; he put one arm on the chair and held his cigarette between his fingers. He lightly tapped it into a cigar pot, and bit it again.

He snatched the girl away from me, roughly laying her on the chair for a close inspection.
I got agitated and frustrated with his lame behavior, but couldn’t say a word to someone who might figure the problem. He exceedingly fanned my anger with a deep puff of smoke, and slowly asked,

“What do you think?”

‘Such a Quack Doctor!! Is he asking ME for a symptom?’

I fidgeted with anxiety and briefly answered, “Too much sugar?” He seemed disappointed and listed “Tomato… Vegie…” and comfortably threw himself on an opposite chair with arousing grey dust; lying.

OMG Cherry Blossomed Hair is now twitching her whole body.

Is she really dying? For going upstairs? She’s kind… what do I do?

I decided to just give the story the old, bored looking quack Dr. wanted:
Once upon a time there was a three-year-old baby. A ten-year-old kid was fretting with its wooden expression. So the kid tried to grab its attention by shaking noisy toys. But the chic three-year-old wouldn’t budge. The kid pushed a sound making book, and a little bell that suppose to give a giggle. When he was finished, he cautiously looked at three-years-old with twinkling expectation.
The three-year-old was still blankly stared at one point, but the kid felt the world stopped.... for a moment.

The three-year-old smiled.

The kid thought. For 10 seconds,
the world seems to hold a breath around the three-year-old.
Yes… you know… that… I was unknowingly ignoring the girl by trying to pick a right word to describe this.

The quack Dr. tired of waiting gave another puff, and continued.

Ye~ah… right…
so for 10 seconds the ten-year-old kid fell in LOVE with three-year-old…

Tut… …

Those saucy boys… already in….… Love?

Me and my friend Logan were walking around and we saw an old 10 story brick apartment. It had a balcony at every room, and at eaach balcony someone would stand on it and it would be one of my friends.

I slightly remember me and my friends being captured by this giant robotic alien worm, and we were on its ship.
I had a dream where there was a missing baby at the hospital.

I had a dream that I got a job working for Nintendo, and I got to use some new type of DS. Also I got free drinks!

Date: 17/07/2012
Place: My bed
Time of getting into bed: 00.30am
100mg B6 before bed, 60mg Ginkgo & 160mg Ginseng

Waking thoughts in black
Non lucid dreams in blue
Lucid dreams in red

Dream 1 - non lucid (2.30am)
I am in the front of some sort of lorry driving across America. In the front with me is a stranger, the driver (who is also a stranger) and a TV reporter. I think I have been picked up - hitchhiking. The TV reporter asks us all what we are doing, and where we are going. I am second to reply, and I state I don't know, I'm just going where life takes me. Lot's of people laugh, but the reporter is not impressed.

Dream 2 - non lucid (4.33am)

Before this dream, I had attempted the SSILD during the WBTB. I think I preferred my traditional WILD method, as I got bored and didn't feel relaxed enough.
I am staying in the middle of the African wilderness. I think it may be some sort of educational thing. I sleep in a hammock, with other people. Nearby there is a tree, and hanging from the tree are many fat, feathered green birds. They are all suspended by their necks, which are tangled in the tree's vine-like leaves. I am worried the birds are choking (there is many birds like this in the tree) but someone tells me they are not. They explain that these birds are very rare, existing only in this tree. The spend their entire lives hung by the neck, trapped in the tree. They also tell me they have a unique way of reproducing. I watch the bird closest to me - it is roughly the size of a football. It suddenly starts to struggle, and as it does the vines tighten around it's neck, killing it. As it dies, it's mouth hangs open, and open climbs a baby version of the bird. The baby bird then jumps, and gets caught in some nearby vines. The whole cycle then starts again, with this bird taking the place of the now dead one. I feel some sort of sense of peace with nature watching this.

The next sequence I'm pretty sure was the same dream, but a new storyline. I'm getting better at telling when dreams just switch to a new storyline, or actually end, and a new one begins.

I am in the same African wilderness, this time laid on the sandy floor, talking to a very young African boy. He must be around 10 years old. His mother sits nearby working on something. It is night time and pitch black, the sounds of nature all around us. He tells me a story. The story involves lots of African animals, but mostly about the Leopard. It is a typical child's story, but at the end, I think I see the silhouette of a Leopard in the distance and get scared. I tell the boy I'm going to bed, and he tells me not to be afraid. Once back at my 'camp.' I worry about the Leopard. I look up, and suddenly see the Leopard's face peering out of the bushes. The dream seems to focus on the Leopard, the picture 'zooms' inwards around it's head, a bit like a movie would do. I try to sleep and ignore it but it gets closer and closer. I watch it approaching. For some reason, I believe I will not get attacked. I think in the back of my head I knew I was dreaming, but couldn't get fully lucid.I don't worry too much because it can't hurt me. However as it gets very close, I pick up a baseball bat for protection, and sit in the corner and wait for it. It get's even closer, and the people around me look scared. It seems to only want me, and ignores the others. I now suddenly panic. I think to myself 'Why is it still coming for me? I can't be hurt? This is not real, is it?' It get's up close to me, feet away, and I realise it is going to attack. I suddenly think this may hurt, but I know I can't die. So I try to escape, by using my mind. I wake up. I wouldn't say I was lucid as such, but extremely close.

Dream 3 - non lucid (6.17am)
There is a TV show about a man dating 3 women, and he has to choose one of them. 2 of the women are very fake looking, and mean. The other is plain but pretty, and this one is his actual girlfriend. The two fake girls are incredibly hurtful to the girlfriend, telling her they will steal her boyfriend and that he thinks she is disgusting. The man then has to choose, and he chooses the 2 fake girls. The girlfriend is horrified and cries uncontrollably, but the guy and 2 fake girls simply laugh at her.

Dream 4 - non lucid fragments

Unfortunately I had to wake early to get some work done. I remember fragments of dreams as I tried to get myself out of bed, but did not write them down.
Something about a big hall, filled with lights and colours and dancing people. Very pretty, everyone is dancing like Micheal Jackson. I take photos and dance too. Someone takes photos of me.

(July 11 2012)

I'm playing Spelunky again. The background of the level shifts with my character's movement: if I walk or run a single step, a tile in the background changes (explodes?) into something else. Thus my movement is key to escaping the level, since only by sufficiently shifting the environment will I reveal the exit.
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I'm dreaming about Persona 5. There are at least three acoustic (voice and guitar) songs on the soundtrack, supposedly sung by Eri Kawai even though the vocalist doesn't sound like her. I see some music video clips of these songs, and "Eri" is in them - she's a short Japanese woman with bowl-cut black hair and a nice smile that reminds me a little of Makoto Ogawa from Morning Musume. One of the songs is called "The Full Moon Song"(?) and is apparently played during high-tension scenes.

The game itself involves terrorist attacks and actually feels a lot closer in tone to a mainline Shin Megami Tensei game. One attack involves giant globs of poison that are dropped from the sky and become poison rain; once they hit the ground they instantly turn into rivers of poison that burn through the cityscape like acid. I can see people scattering, and there is a car whose driver somehow loses control to such an extent that it goes careening down a roadway, taking out a whole bunch of people. There is a second attack that I think involves gangsters? and a third attack I don't remember anything about.
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I'm at an office party where I'm saying goodbye to some coworkers who are leaving the company. The party is actually being held in my apartment, though. I'm sitting by the door watching people leave because I don't feel like being social. I know that most everyone in the room is going to an afterparty once this one's over, and (since I know I should probably go to it) I'm hoping that someone will reach out to me and ask whether I want to join them. I'm aware that I'll need to take the initiative, though.

Non-dream Dream

Four small fragments today:

Fragment 1: Bowling dream.

Fragment 2: I am at a park with a ton of dogs.

Fragment 3:

I am inside of a vending machine. There is a woman outside of the vending machine. I reach outside of the vending machine to caress her absolutely perfect bare breasts.

Fragment 4:

I am about to play a video game and I am in the process of picking characters then wake up.

Is he the TS version of myself? Never seen him in my life, but it’s definitely someone I know full well.
Anyway, he stared at me for a long time, and all of sudden said

‘Love you,’

He smothered me with his big, free hug. Wow~ it’s so warm~~ ^_^

For a long time we heard each other’s heart beats and warmth which felt sooo good. It was like a teddy bear hugging a mama bear. I rubbed myself into the big chest of a guy version of myself. His scent seems to tickle my nose, giving me an extra comfort and a satisfy smile.

I smiled bitterly;
Have I ever hugged someone in my life?
I already know the aching answer to that question.
I did not want to let go of him, so I gave him the best hug I could.
A pocket of warmth filled a vacant lot I fail to notice.
It was like one of those aching winter with knife like wind.

Shivering with a red nose, cold as a frozen fish.
Staying in a wooden house overflowing with coziness and love,
Drinking the sweetest and the warmest hot chocolate,

I just know it; he really truly loves me dearly as an unconditional love.
The honey sweet emotion brought me a twinkling tear at the corner of my eyes.
The warmth flows rhythmically through the whole body with beating heart.

It’s… warm… like bathing in a hot tub… I felt rich…. And sleepy….

It was a good dream.

I was reading about how to identify if you are dreaming just before I went to bed. The book said that it would take many days of writing down dream journal entries to finally recognize if one is dreaming.

Anyways, when I was dreaming last night I made sure I was paying attention to my surroundings. Everything was going good until I noticed a person in front of me with only one hand, and they had a mickey mouse type of glove on (haha!). At that moment, I knew for sure I was dreaming. Once I became aware that I was dreaming, I was extremely excited since it was my first time lucid dreaming. I immediately started to fly but after a couple of seconds, my excitement got the best of me and the dream slowly faded away. For a couple of seconds, I could feel I was being disconnected, so I tried to calm down a bit, but the world was getting darker and less vivid, and then I woke up.

I really need to learn to keep my concentration in the dreams and make sure I don't wake up!

The weirdest thing is that I know I have felt that feeling of lucid dreaming before. It is as if I have lucid dreamed before, but just did not recognize it to be lucid dreaming.

Extremely weird night...

This one's pretty fuzzy, I only got 5 hours of sleep. First, I was watching a girl, somehow become more and more corrupt and evil, in some sort of garden with a fountain, maybe in the courtyard of a castle. Then all I remember is something weird happened that made me want revenge, so I got a sword, got pumped, and jumped into some sort of original Legend of Zelda fight between myself and this thing.

Date: 16/07/2012
Place: My bed
Time of getting into bed: 10.35pm
100mg B6 before bed

Waking thoughts in black
Non lucid dreams in blue
Lucid dreams in red

Dream 1 - non lucid (1.29am)
I am in an attic with a group of other people. The attic is very large, and typical of an attic that has not been finished - ie it does not have a floor, but beams of wood on insulation, and the inside of the bare roof etc. We seem to be there for a reason because there is a leader of some sort, although all we do is sit and chat. I am lying / balanced on one beam which is very uncomfortable and I keep shifting position. My pockets are full of what I believe to be change (coins) and I keep making sure it is not falling out. The whole attic is on a slant and it is very difficult not to slide down and fall. Someone turns the lights out to demonstrate how dark it is. It is PITCH BLACK. I am not scared, rather in awe of the limitless dark. I accidently brush the guy sat next to me, and when the lights go back on he accused me of touching him up and I try to apologise. We then start watching film recordings of ourselves from apparently earlier in the dream.

Dream 2 - non lucid (4.49am)
I am at a large Ice Skating rink with 2 of my real life friends, I and D. We are waiting for Lady Gaga to come and perform. Eventually she comes on the 'ice' with another celebrity. The dream skips to us sat at a large table, which is like a trough. The table is filled with strawberries, and Lady Gaga comes and pours something over the strawberries and tells us to mix it up. We do, but one person ignores her as they aren't a fan. She argues with them. The food turns into Onion rings and chips, and we have to eat the lot. It's a HUGE amount, but somehow we manage it, just by eating. My nephew suddenly calls me, and I give him an onion ring to eat. He tries to tell me something.

Dream 3 - non lucid (9.10am)
I am in a fighting tournament. Each fighter has certain special powers. The first contestant is someone called 'Casio.' She is a young girl wearing goth-like attire. She loses. I am next, I am fighting against a family of normal people. I have a paintbrush as my weapon. I win by painting the family, then sucking the real family into the painting. My style is dark and scary, I am wearing red and black. The family was all bright and colourful. We leave and go home on a coach or bus.

Dream 4 - non lucid (11.09am)
I am with my ex. We seem to have sorted out our differences and are being friendly. We are walking down the beach, and see an old friend who is a bit rude to us. We then walk to the same friend's house, where she now lives. She is a lot older and has lost quite a bit of weight. She is married and has a few kids. She is wearing a purple dress. Her husband sits on the sofa next to me. She talks and talks for ages, we get a bit bored. She is telling us how she has learnt to be nice after losing weight, and that she was mean to her own kids for being thinner then her. Her husband agrees. He is putting tobacco into bags, and asks me to smell it to see if I can tell it's cheap tobacco. I smell it and tell him I can't tell. She keeps talking and we make excuses to leave.

Dream 5 - non lucid
This was a random dream fragment I just remembered about an hour after waking.

I get an iphone for Xmas from my mum, and tell her she doesn't have to get me presents anymore as I'm too old. However I do love the phone.

Reality/Non-lucid/Lucid

Hrs Slept: Around 9

I woke up to feed the cat and remembered 2 dreams and some fragments. The first is rather fuzzy and I know I’m forgetting part of it, and the second is clear and vivid.

Dream 1- I kept visiting this little house that was by a sea somewhere and I remember it had broken and patchy boarded up windows. I would go there with some older guy who was either a professor or uncle or something. I also kept receiving letters from my best friend, and I was confused at to how she even knew about this little cottage because I always went there as an escape. One day when I was there and had received about 3 letters I looked down at the green envelopes the letters came in and they were addressed to “Shell Cottage”.

Fragment- There was giant marbles that you could put down a wooden shoot, which I think was at the previous cottage. And the shoot led out the window and into the sea.

Fragment- I was driving in a car with Trevor J. and Becca and I think it was snowy/winter outside.

Dream 2- My sister and I got home from going to a nearby town and she had a revolver and one bullet, and it was nighttime, and she was set on going inside the house and killing my brother!! We were on the porch and I stopped her and tried to talk her out of it. It didn’t work, so we went inside and we both knew he would be standing there not too far in the house (which was rather dark). She shot him, and we went out into the backyard to bury the gun! When we went to the front yard there was a cop car there with the lights off and I knew there were 2 cops in the car. We went inside and found my dad at the dining room table and he told us our brother was dead and apparently everyone thought he killed himself. He was reading the manual on how to use the gun that he had given my bro. My dad also said my mom was in the laundry room crying and the cops outside were writing up a report. At this point I broke down and started crying and then woke up.

Non-dream Dream

Lots of tiny fragments today:

Fragment 1:

I am making my major league baseball debut with the Angels. I am playing right field for some reason (SS,3B,P in real life) and I am doing very well. I get an outfield assist after backing up an errant throw to first base.

Fragment 2:

I am at my wedding and everything is going very well. I look awesome. I am snowboarding at the wedding with my brother and AC, and I am doing well. The venue is MG but it changed to the Anaheim back yard. We get put on the spot frequently throughout the wedding but we don't give a sh*t.

Fragment 3:

I am bowling and Em is there directing / coaching people.

Fragment 4:

I am talking to Obama.

I got up today and moved (apparently you loose memory of your dreams by doing that). Anyways, I was quite disappointed at the fact that I didn't remember any dreams from last night. Before I want to start trying to lucid dream I wanted to compile some entries in my dream journal to prepare me for what is to come.

After a couple of hours, I suddenly remembered a small segment of a dream I had last night. I was explaining lucid dreaming to my mom (or at least I think it was my mom - she was to my left) and I tried to fly by raising my hands and jumping. The thing was I actually went pretty far up and forward.

It was so crazy because I am constantly thinking about this and I almost convinced myself I did this in real life, but it is not possible! My mind tricked me into thinking I wasn't dreaming... I think that lucid dreaming may be harder than I thought.