memorable

-Fragment: Something called a “Stugelblitz Tower”. (funny how this is 2 letters away from Kugelblitz, which is a black hole formed from light. Also, Stugelblitz is apparently German for "Lightning flash" according to google.)

-I was in/watching a movie where Vin Diesel was the antagonist in a futuristic sci-fi. He was armed with a normal shotgun, bossing around the crew of a small ship. He forced them to travel to Mercury. The camera was positioned above and well behind the planet, with the close, orange sun in the background. Mercury was covered in cracks filled with lava. As the spacecraft descended toward the previously installed platform, temperatures heated to 36,000°F outside. This was due to high-speed entry of Mercury’s new, thin but dense atmosphere. The average temperature was 3,000°F.

Finally, the ship landed on the platform. The floor was a metal grid, and there were hexagonal tubes filled with a specially heated liquid, used for mining. Vin Diesel yelled at the crew to get out of the ship. Luckily, they were already wearing Quantum Heat Suits. They could withstand very high, even star-level temperatures. However, they required energy to run, so such high-level heat shields could only protect the user for so long. The higher the temperature, the less time the user had before vaporization.

After the crew left the ship, Diesel followed, shotgun in hand. He was fine, even without any sort of protection from the extreme heat. Next, he forced a male crewmember to grab a rope and repel down the central heat chamber to retrieve something. Suddenly, after the sound was muffled from entering the chamber, the time left on his suit dropped from 6 hours to 15 minutes, indicating a very high temperature.

[Switch to first-person] I was now the guy. I noticed that some skin was showing on my wrist, so I covered that up to prevent inefficiency. Aside from being in danger, I felt warm and cozy. Also, only the surface of the liquid was opaque—the rest was transparent. The walls of the chamber were a metal grid surrounded by superheated material.

[Switch back to third-person] Eventually, the guy returned to the surface with the thing from the bottom. Diesel grabbed it, while the crewmember struggled for his life to get out of the chamber and into the ship. He failed to even climb out of the chamber, because Diesel shot and killed him. The only female member successfully returned to the ship. The entire platform was about to be destroyed, so they had to get off the planet immediately. The other member outside didn’t make it. The ship took off, leaving me in first-person, and in my old house. This concluded the dream.

-Fragment: I was inside a green building, looking at a sign hanging from the ceiling that said, “Loth and Luna Forever”. It referred to some kind of bonding. I wondered, “Who is Loth?” Suddenly, a grayish-blue alicorn with a green mane appeared. He/She (couldn’t tell, probly female) looked quite derpy in the eyes.
[New Scene]
Fragment: I was on an NCIS ‘adventure,’ trying to find the cause of death of a guy in 1980. I don’t remember much except for a golf course(I thought that a thrown golf ball might have hit the guy), and a baseball-sized, metal sphere.

(L)-I spawned in a bathroom unknown to me, and I forgot to perform my routine, so I grew a simple tail with a middle finger at the end of it.
Lucid Time: 2-3 minutes

14-Jan-2017 - 4xNDs +2xWILDs - Three transforms, fly car, telekinesis house, gift LEGO, more...

ND#1: (est.2AM) I am placing plants from PvsZ, and carpets as well

ND#2: (3:10AM) I am with my wife abroad, it seems Korea. We are in a small hotel room, there is more people with us (colleagues?) We discuss something with those people, then they go away; when me and my wife remain alone, we love.
We go to the airport, there is a dark central corridor, light turn on when we approach; I look for the sensors, and don't see them. Near walls there are many metal frames depicting rockets and spaceships, with relevant space mission names. My wife comments about huge fuel consumption.
We stop by a gate, there is noone else around.

Wake up 3:30, do WBTB and write above dreams

WBTB/WILD#1: (3:30AM) Failed - I do not succeed in directly entering a dream, but manage to get lucid afterwards

LD#1: (OBE-like, 4-6 AM) I am standing in my bedroom, wife is sleeping. I don't want to wake her up, I pick my phone from the high drawer and go to dining room. It's dark and even if I wish more light, everything stays dark. I turn on the phone and do something with it, can't recall what

ND#3: (4-6 AM) I am driving my car, I have passengers, most likely my parents, surely my uncle R
I recognize the road, before a uphill I strongly accelerate and feel the pressure against my chest. After the uphill, I turn right

LD#2: (4-6 AM) I am in a city, a dark road. On a wall, suddenly a light appears. I notice a woman wearing just bottom underwear, entering a secret door rotating. I run towards it, and manage to get in through the breach before it closes.
I find a square room, strongly lit, many work benches at the center, seems like a laboratory. The woman is working at one of the benches. I approach her naked body, and molest here. She does not oppose resistance, so you can imagine the rest. Details snipped. Lucidity fades afterwards

Wake up 6AM, do another WILD

WILD#2: (6:30 AM) I put more effort and focus in this one, I successfully enter a dream
Since it's a very long LD, I've split into sections

Part I - Lucio Dalla - Caruso
I am in a hotel hall, I recognize it's the beginning of Lucio Dalla / Caruso song video (his most famous song perhaps; listen it, it's a wonderful song ) I have watched couple of weeks ago.

As in the videoclip beginning, "Bad boys" is playing, LD enters from the right and approaches the hotel reception desk.
Unlike in the videoclip, though, I get close too, and turn off the radio playing the song.
LD gets room key (a classic metal key), for room number 410, I ask him if I can accompany him in his room to talk (important precisation, as he had made outing as gay). He unlocks the door, I open the door and let him pass, I enter the room.

I sit in a chair. We talk about himself, I compliment him for his great music, he goes to the bathroom, from the door I see him washing his hands while we talk. In the meantime I pick up two cherries from a bowl on a nearby small round table. I tell him I am sorry he's dead, he looks sad too.
Then I ask him if he can sing "Caruso", he does, and I undergo an incredibly strong emotion I cannot describe in words, I shiver violently and for long time while I listen him sing. Interestingly, as much as I like the song, it has never provoked anything remotely like that IWL, but I know it's going to be very different from now on...
To thank and greet him I kiss him on both cheeks, I am sensibly taller then him

Part II - Transform into a squirrel
I approach the window, the sun is setting in the bay. There is a tree near the window. I jump and grab the trunk with both my arms, and legs too. Then I climb on a branch. I attempt squirrel trasformation. My viewpoint slowly descends closer to the branch, then I feel my legs get bigger. It has worked. I start running and jumping on branches, even belonging to different trees.

I find a hole in a tree, I enter it, there are many walnuts inside, it's a true squirrel lair. Inside the hole, I think that it would be funny embracing my own big, soft tail, I do it, it feels good ! Then I pick a walnut and I ponder that I am clueless on how a squirrel would open it.
I use my big middle tooth on the central fissure, and I manage to open it. I eat the nut inside, chomping it happily (no taste, though)

Then I think about the "phase through object" task, I pretend knowing there is a branch on the other side of the trunk, then walk through the trunk. As a small squirrel, it takes some time in the blackness to exit on the other side. When exiting, something strange / new happens. I feel like my eyes get "stuck" in the trunk for a split second and get farther away from me than normal, then come back normally with the rest of my body.

Looking down, I notice a cartoonish-looking wolf on the ground, I chew the branch which falls on the wolf's head
It gets upset, and it becomes a normal, dangerous-looking wolf; it howls, and suddenly a pack of wolfs is beyond my tree. Now I am scared (I chose not to use any dream power to get out of this). I run and jump on branches until I get to a tree close to a small, low house with a low, fenced perimeter wall. The wolves are close, but running fast I descend the tree, climb up the wall and run through the small space between wall and metal fence. I am now safe in the garden of this house.

Part III - Materialize car, fly it. Floating island. Unwrap a Xmas present and gift to my son. Telekinesis whole house
I become human again. Wolves are not there anymore. I exit the garden through the gate. I am in a classic American residential zone with low houses well apart from each other, wide road. No one is around.
I decide to attempt "Advanced summoning": I go for a car. I look to the road close to the pedestrian walkway and wish to make a car appear at that spot. It materializes in front of my eyes almost all together; some smaller parts (e.g. headlights) appear a second later.
When the car is complete, I look at it. It looks like a Corolla-ish, it's dark grey. I don't like the color, and recolor it in red instead. It comes out a bordeaux red, which I don't like either. I wish it a bright red. Now I like it. I open driver door, sit inside and drive it.

I accelerate the car alot on the empty road, until it eventually takes off. I am flying a car on this urban landscape, slowly gaining altitude.
I see something floating in front of me. It's a small rocky island. From the distance I can only see something white to the left and a tree on the right. When I get there, I have some troubles landing / parking the car. When I can finally get off the car, I look around.
There is a small house, just a white cube basically, a tree and very little else.

I open the door and enter the building. There is a Christmas tree with several presents under it. Yay ! This wasn't expected !
I pick a 30cm gift, it's wrapped in red paper with golden ribbon and go outside. I slowly and purposedly open it, as I want to enjoy the surprise of what I fill find inside. I remove the ribbon, open and finally tear the paper. It's a mid-size LEGO set ! It has a small yellow excavator and two minifigures. I notice how the model looks small compared to box size. I wish to gift it to R, my son.
I summon him in front of me, and he appears. I kiss him and give him the box, which makes him happy. Then I tell him to go, as I have to venture further. He fades out.

I go again to the town below (how ? flying ? can't recall) and decide that I can attempt the "Big telekinesis" on a house. I point one to my right, perfectly similar to the others I saw before. It is also fenced and has some children playground, for sure a swing. I also look for an empty spot to land it on the other side of the road. (Interesting: I feel my eyebulbs move side to side as I do this)
Then I focus on my target house. I raise both my hands in front of me. As I move them up, the house with surrounding wall and all the dirt below rises up. I notice the dirt is wet below, and look at the hole I created in the ground. I take note to explore it later.
I raise the package like 10 meters above the ground and move it across the street in an arc.
Then I kinda drop it on the empty spot. The big dirt mound below the house does not allow it to lay flat, it is pending to my right. I try to adjust it but I am not successful. Then I go to the big hole in the wet ground. I explore it but I find nothing.

At this point I ponder whether to keep the dream alive or just go to sleep.
The dream environment is totally stable so I decide to go on.

Part IV - Transform into a fish
I walk around, looking for a river. I find a small torrent, with super transparent water and a rocky bottom.
I stand with my feet in it. I find my feet are naked, they feel cool.
I attempt transforming into a small fish. Similarly to what happened with the squirrel, my viewpoint descends until it's just above the water level.
I also experience something hard to describe, a sort of dizziness, as my head changes position in relation to my body.
Then I am underwater. I see the water surface above me, just below me rocks and floating algaes.

I swim forwards swaying the lower part of my body left and right. I try looking at my pectoral fin, but find it's too short for that.
I swim for some time, hoping to reach the sea, but the river is too long. So I decide to use a sort of super-speed to quickly reach the sea.
The scenery moves very fast around me, then I reach river's estuary. I follow a random branch then a small drop, then I am in the sea.
Below me, dark, bottomless water, to my back a flat rock wall going down.

I decide attempting to escape a big fish in this form, so I think it's safer staying close to the rock wall.
From the dark water in front of me, a pointy nose appears, approaching at high speed; it's a shark.
Its first assault ends up as a hit on the rock wall. Then I swim upwards, he attacks again, and I manage to fly fast enough to escape its bite.
At its third assault I see its hige open mouth in front of me, and I cannot escape. However, its open mouth hits the rock wall, and it cannot close it on me. Ouch ! That was close !

I decide I had enough. I look for a gap in the rock wall, find it and swim it inside quickly. It's totally dark inside but I can swim anyhow. The channel makes a sharp upward turn, I follow it until I see light above me. I emerge in a small pool on the ground. I jump out and become human again.

I think I am missing only the last transformation and pulling the sword out of the stone to complete my personal goal.
I open a "zip" portal to my tower, it comes out purple inside. I enter it and find myself inside the tower.

Part V - Transform into bird, pull sword out of the stone
I approach the window, and easily transform into a small bird (transformed into eagles and dragons in the past)
I fly up lighty, see a tree, land on a branch with my small legs, then hop on my legs towards a nest on that branch. I sit inside, there are some eggs.
Then I fly up again. It's a relaxing flight. I am looking for the city where the sword is

I end up flying above a big city, with yellow lights.
There is a small garden with the anvil and the sword in it, I land there and return human again.
I look around and it's looking a bit too cartoonish for my taste.
I wish more realistic buildings around me, a high fence around the garden, everything appears; two guards appear, in medieval dressing with halberds.

I say aloud that I want to extract the sword from the stone, one of the guards laugh, but some people crowd around the garden.
I go in, then use both my hands and some force to pull the sword out of the stone.
I raise the sword above my head and say "I am your king now, people !"
Then I look at the sword. It looks beautiful, with a broad blade and a golden curved hilt.
I say I will now use this sword in my next dreams. I sheathe it on my back.

Then I take some time to return to my body, wait for some dizziness to pass, then wake up and move to my side.

ND#4: Some discussion with my sister V

ND#5: Forgotten

Wake up at 8

I had a lucid dream this night! I did the SSILD method, and after a while fell asleep with a couple of sycles again. Than when I fell asleep, I apleared in the same room again where I'm sleeping, but than with a different layout, and bigger than our house normally is.

The dream wasn't super vivid at the beginning, and I could wake up pretty fast if am not careful in the dream. I did a nose RC to be sure it is a dream, and it was! I was really happy but tried to stabalize the dream to shout "stabalize!" but it didn't work very well... So I tried to spin, and that worked a little better. It was like I really was awake. Now, it was night, and I wanted to make it day. My mom woke up in my dream, and suddenly my father was there too. I said to them that I was dreaming, and I can control this if I believe in it. So I shouted, "light!!!!!" "make it day!!" at first it didn't work. So I tried the switches from my bedroom to turn the lights on, but that didn't work either. So I tried to believe more in my control, and shouted again to make it day, and that worked finally. It became a sunny day

I did a RC again, to prove that it really is a dream...becaus it's so hard to get a ld, and now I am here, just standing in a dream! I tried to keep myself aware that am dreaming, so that I don't forget it. My dream was not stable at some time, so thought of some stabalize methods I read at dreamviews. Someone said to crawl. So I tried that, but it became even more blurry. Almost waking up like. I didn't want that. So shouted, "stabalize!" again, and spinned. It was luckily more vivid. I opened my bedroom door, and saw that the wooden floor whom is normally darkbrown, turned in lightbrown. The corridor became much bigger... Our house has became bigger. It was really cool I tried to change my appearance, but that didn't work lol. So I decided to try it again later. I suddenly walked into a hairdresser, and decided to cute my hair a little there. After that, there were some weird men. Me and my sister read some weird documents, and it was probably forbidden to read them, because it where secrets. My sister continued to read them, while I already saw some shady people walking towards us. I tried to get my sister to flee with me, but she continued to read them, and it was already too late to run. They already stood before us. They took the documents from my sister's hands, and took them with them. They looked at me a bit scaryxD but I decided to leave that, and walked away with my sister.
At the end of the dream, I wanted to try flying, because I am really difficult with it. I never manage to fly. Even though other people could. So in the living room, I practiced flying. My sister sat, and watched me. I jumped and it didn't work so well. (is it really, because I find it hard to believe? But if I can turn night into day, tan I can also fly. So I believed in it as much as I could, like I did with my other things, and jumped in the air. I could fly a little, but floated pretty fast to the ground. Maybe I have to think of happiness, and a lot of believe, and than I can fly? Peter Pan said so in the movie... So I thought of a lot of things that makes me happy, and believed in it. It worked! I could fly, but....I soon woke up after I managed to fly, and it was already morning at that.

It was a fun experience, and I hope to do more in my dreams!!!❤❤❤❤❤
I defenitely try SSILD again.

Ritual: After a year or so of initial successes with galantamine, back in 2010–11, it had stopped working very well for me to the point where I hardly ever use it anymore. But last night after going to bed late (around 3am) and waking up just before dawn, I still felt heavy enough with sleep that I thought I might give it a shot. (Galantamine is a stimulant, so the main risk is not being able to get back to sleep.) I took one of the red pills from a bottle of "Dream Leaf," which I had nearly given up on since it had never worked for me before, possibly because I only tried it long after I had gotten "over" galantamine. I know the red pills contain galantamine from the distinctive effects, but I must say that it greatly bothers me that this supplement neglects to identify the presence of galantamine on the label, or even on their website, much less clarify the actual dosage. In fact, I would go so far as to call this obfuscation shamefully irresponsible and borderline criminal. Galantamine is a powerful substance that should never be given to people without their knowledge. So for ethical reasons I dislike this particular supplement and definitely would not recommend it, but galantamine is galantamine, and on this occasion it actually worked. Woke and wrote at 9, so I'm a bit underslept with a slight galantamine hangover, but it's been so long since I've had this sensation that I'm almost enjoying it.

I've always found galantamine dreams a bit superficial, but that's not always a bad thing. My recent attempts to force dream events to unfold in a detailed and realistic way, in the name of quality, often prove counter-productive. Sometimes a little "cowboying" is necessary to get the job done, especially in the inherent instability of the dream environment. So tonight's dreams were ultimately successful, but not exactly Masterpiece Theatre.

WILD, "Fading Gift": I was lying on my back in bed, and recognized I was in dream even as I started making elaborate sweeping gestures with my hands, but continued gesturing for a while to increase my sense of motor control. At one point I closed my eyes and scratched my scalp, and I was amazed that the sensations felt exactly like like waking life. "I am the dreamer," I murmured a few times, as if to fix the idea in mind.

I recalled how often I make unnecessary difficulties for myself at this transitional stage and told myself that if I was already dreaming, I didn't need a ton of preamble before getting out of bed—I should just get up. So I did, and it was fine. I've really been wanting to do the "finding a leftover present" TOTM, so I started looking around the room. (As has become typical lately, the room did not resemble my bedroom in WL.) I looked under the dresser, on the table... nothing so far. I felt a slight contradiction in my mental outlook: on the one hand, the best way to find the present would be to expect or even to will it to be there, but on the other hand, since it was a present I wanted to be surprised rather than force the issue. So I allowed myself only a vague expectation and kept looking. I found a wooden cabinet much like the one in my office and when I opened the door there were a few presents on the middle shelf. The first two I noticed, very small objects, I rejected as not quite right. Although they were loosely covered in wrapping, it wasn't taped down, so it looked like they had already been opened and then put back.

I kept looking and on the left side of the shelf was the perfect gift: a wide cylinder about six inches high wrapped in red and white paper with a red ribbon rising vertically on four sides to form a neat bow at the top. The paper looked familiar at first so I studied it for a moment, but it was not any pattern I've seen before. It consisted of thin white lines on a red background, but they were awkwardly curving and abstract, like an elaborate doodle.

Just as I started to open the present, I felt the dream begin to fade. I moved quickly, trying to open the box in the little time I had left. When the top came off, I plunged in my hand and felt... tissue paper. I was almost awake now, and as I reached past the tissue paper I felt like I crossed that indiscernable border between dreaming and waking consciousness. Or maybe it is not so indiscernible: what had just disappeared was my sense of touch, without which the dream had lost its tangibility. Vision lingered a little longer, and I saw my hand pull out a thick gold chain the length of a necklace, sparsely ornamented with tiny flowers that were each composed of four thin petals of white enamel. I was dissatisfied, however, not only with the gift itself (I don't care much for jewelry and this was definitely not my style), but with the fact that the dream was fading so fast that I couldn't determine to what extent dream imagination or waking imagination (not that I clearly understand the difference!) had determined the nature of the gift.

I went back to sleep, resolving to try to get lucid again and complete the task in a more satisfactory way.

DILD, "Elephant Ride": I was lying in bed but felt uncomfortable, realized I was still wearing day clothes, including a bra. Ugh, had I passed out last night? As I removed it, I noticed it was a lacy underwire thing that didn't even look familiar. I wanted to get back to sleep but the television was on loudly, so I tried to find the remote to turn it off. There were four or five remotes on top of the dresser, and I pressed the power button on all of them but nothing worked. On a couple, the image would cut out as though it were turning off but then come right back, and other remotes had no effect at all. Fine, I'll pull the damn plug, I thought grumpily, but the TV was mounted on the wall and on closer inspection it seems the wiring was concealed behind the wall. I settled for muting the volume (at least that worked) and turning the screen to the side, which accomplished little but expressed my annoyance with the device. [Possible source: I just got back from visiting my mom, where the TV was on loudly in the mornings, making it hard to read or work.]

I headed back toward the bed, but suddenly realized I must be dreaming. That would explain the difficulty I just had with the televisions, at least! And with the realization came the memory of my earlier lucid episode and my dissatisfaction with the TOTM I had attempted. I was pleased with the chance to try again.

Looking around, I soon spotted a wrapped gift on the bedside table. It was a small square box, around two inches wide and one inch high, made of that shiny gold cardboard that is common in gift boxes, and wrapped with a red ribbon. I started to untie the ribbon and realized that I was wearing gloves. At first I thought it an oddity, but quickly understood that it was just the dream's way of representing the slight awkwardness I felt in my fingers as I tried to complete this fine motor activity. I considered pulling off the gloves but recognized that it would just be a pointless waste of time, and decided instead to ignore them. At least they were thin gloves, and didn't impede me that much in my attempt to open the box. By the time it was open, they were gone.

This time I was very pleased with what I found in the box. It looked like a single confection of some sort. "Perfect, I love food!" I thought to myself happily. I pulled it out and looked it over. It was not very distinguished in shape, light brown in color and vaguely round, but a bit lumpy. There was a darker spot in the center like a piece of chocolate. [Possible source: I've been eating my mother's Christmas cookies, which have a spot of apricot jam covered with chocolate in the center. They have a much firmer texture overall than this one did, though.] The surface was dry but felt a bit pliant between my fingers, a sort of rubbery texture.

I bit into the confection and found the mouthfeel similar to what the outer texture had led me to anticipate. There was just the hint of a thin crust, and then the inside was soft but chewy. It reminded me of mochi but was firmer and easier to chew. At this point I was analyzing it with the idea of possibly attempting to recreate it in waking life. I knew that it would have to be based on glutinous rice flour. However, the overall taste was lightly chocolatey and fruity. I looked where I had bitten and distinctly saw raisins, both black and gold. There were also pieces of another fruit that was harder to identify. It had faint striations that reminded me of the fresh jackfruit I had eaten last night in WL (so that was probably the source), but this had the texture of a dried fruit. Can jackfruit be dried and baked into cookies? I couldn't say. If not, I thought that dried apricot might work just as well. The taste could have been either; it was hard to tell with all the other flavors going on. I finished the confection and found it very satisfying. If I ever do manage to recreate something like this, I'll have to post the recipe here!

I felt that I had now completed the TOTM satisfactorily, so what next? I looked around the room, and wondered if I should just leave through the door and go exploring. But somehow that is never very satisfying; I usually get better results when I am pursuing a specific idea of some sort, even when the results are not what I expected. The dream felt reasonably stable, so I wondered if I might attempt one of the TOTYs. I recalled the "riding" theme, but unfortunately, I hadn't looked at the list lately and couldn't remember the specifics very well. There was a window here... maybe I could summon a bird and ride it through the night sky? That sounded fun, but I didn't think it was on the list. The only one I could clearly remember was the elephant ride, because my studies have given me such a distinct impression of how elephants were used in battle in pre-modern Siam. I had always planned to try that one, but how do I get from my dream bedroom to pre-modern Siam?

I tried to remember the transportation spell from Harry Potter, but the command wasn't coming to me. All I could recall was "flue" something, and anyway there were no fireplaces in this bedroom (unlike my WL bedroom, which does have one!) I decided my best bet was probably the window. I knew you needed to mount an elephant from someplace high, so if I could summon one over, I could probably just descend from the window directly to its back. Then once I was on the elephant, it would be easier to get to Siam. On the way to the window, I felt impelled to opened the middle drawer of the dresser as I walked past. It was nearly empty, with just a few stray pieces of clothing... but in the far right corner was the gleam of gold. It was a pile of chocolate coins! You know the ones, disks of chocolate wrapped in gold foil stamped like currency. These were a few different sizes. I realized these might come in handy if I ended up having to buy the elephant, so I grabbed a handful and put them in my pocket.

I opened the window and felt the cool night air. The window was on the second storey, as I had anticipated, but looking out, I actually recognized that this looked nothing like my house. To the left, I could see a garage door extending perpendicularly to the wall my window was in. The house appeared to be painted beige. Across the driveway, which ran next to this wall to meet the garage, there was a wide grassy yard bordered by trees. I looked up at the night sky above the trees to see if there were any familiar constellations, and immediate recognized Orion. Of course... it seems anywhere I go, I see Orion, even in a dream. He was at an angle, almost on his side, just over the treetops... but not exactly the same in WL. At first I counted four stars in his belt, instead of the usual three. The more I looked at it, the more stars accumulated, but only in certain areas, so pretty soon Orion appeared to be wearing not only a belt, but also a brassiere, which amused me, and a crown. The crown had spikes pointing upward, like the common representation of crowns in modern iconography, but matching spikes adorned the brassiere and belt. At this point the whole shape of the constellation was getting a bit thin and stretched, and while I'm sure these transformations could go on indefinitely, right now I needed an elephant.

I knew my husband was in the next room, probably working, and even though I suspected this was dream logic, I hesitated to shout lest I annoy him. (Though I suppose it is still reasonable not to want to annoy the dream husband.) So I tried to summon the elephant quietly. Nothing happened. After trying for a bit without results, I decided to take a more dramatic approach. I stepped through the window and jumped, setting my intention for there to be an elephant down there, so I could land on its back.

There wasn't. But the results were promising nonetheless... from unconstructed dream space, I managed to conjure something plausibly like the interior of a palace in Siam. It was a bit of a hack job, without much detail, and I confess the throne was far too low (must not have been the formal audience hall), but it was sufficient for my purposes. There were various ministers standing around (another embarrassingly inaccurate detail; no courtiers would stand in the presence of the king in early nineteenth-century Siam! Good gracious!) and the king was on the throne, but a bit vague. My initial impression was that he resembled the recently deceased Rama IX, but that troubled me because I was going for an earlier era. I tried to make him look more like Rama III, but it wasn't working very well, so in the end I just didn't look too closely. At any rate, the king was vague enough that he didn't quibble when I handed over my handful of chocolate coins and requested an elephant. I didn't feel like getting into complex negotiations; I just allowed myself assume the success of the transaction and walked away.

As I exited the interior of the palace and momentarily noticed the bright sunlight reflecting off the whitewashed arch of the doorway, I felt a flash of familiarity. Of course, I thought to myself, This must be the Grand Palace, I've been here a few times. I let my memory conjure something akin to the elephant-mounting station I remembered observing there, and walked over to it. There was no elephant there presently, so I waited for someone to bring it around... and started getting impatient. No one seemed to be doing much, or paying attention to my repeated request. They must not understand English, I considered. I'll have to try it in Thai.

"Chang!" I shouted, the Thai word for elephant. "Ma nee!" I realized how rude I must sound: while "ma nee" would probably be correctly understood as "come here," or, given the contextual clues, "bring it here" as I had intended, it was a terribly rough and simple way of speaking. It was the sort of thing you might say to call a dog. I hadn't even appended a perfunctory "kha" at the end. But then I started wondering what level of politeness would be proper in this situation. I was in the palace, which made things more difficult, because royal Thai is another ballgame altogether. But what was my own social standing here? In speaking roughly I was assuming a great deal of authority... maybe that was not so bad in this situation. Fortunately, I saw my elephant being brought around before I was able to go too deep down the rabbit hole of Thai honorifics.

It was a disappointing elephant, by any standards... not only small but kind of flabby and soft, a cartoonish cross between a real baby elephant and Dumbo. Moreover it was completely unadorned, with no harness or howdah. I momentarily wondered if the lack was due to an inadequate mental impression of what a howdah should look like? But no, I could picture it clearly enough in my imagination... it just wasn't on the elephant. I guess that's what I get for being rude to the staff. To add insult to injury, they didn't even properly lead the elephant to the mounting station—though it was probably too small to get on from there anyway—they just dumped it on the stairs, where it crumpled over weakly. On the bright side, this made it easy to clamber up on its neck, so I did so and prepared to forge on.

I knew I had to enter a battle, so we promptly exited the city. I had thought to do this properly on a magnificent war elephant with a howdah and a driver and four soldiers to guard the legs—I've seen plenty of paintings and movies of proper war elephants in action—but instead I was alone, bareback with no weapon, on the most pathetic elephant I've ever seen. But at least in dream there was no risk of actually falling in battle, so I figured I could make do.

We had barely gone past the city walls when I saw the invaders approaching from the jungle. That wasn't much of a stretch; it seemed like Ayutthaya was always under attack. (I had originally envisioned myself in Bangkok, but had already slipped back to an earlier era more appropriate for elephant combat). The invaders were on horseback, I noticed, and I was relieved to see that they were only coming in ones and twos, given that I was going to have to take them on alone. They had long black hair and Asian features, and naturally I assumed that they were Burmese... until I got close enough to swing at one and saw the pointed ears. Elves?! Last night I was playing Witcher II and Pillars of Eternity, and the portrait of Aloth in the latter game closely resembled these invaders, but I wasn't sure why they were showing up here. Also, I'm fond of elves and felt loathe to fight them. Fortunately, our combat was more play-acting than anything. I had a good mental image of the kind of long-handled glaive I should be wielding, but though I swung it toward the elves and they gamely mimed being struck, the weapon did not visibly appear in my hands—and I was thankful that it drew no blood.

So I marched forward on my pathetic elephant, going through the motions of bashing the elves (elves?!) with my invisible glaive, while they went through the motions of being knocked aside, until the jungle started to coalesce into a new kind of space, a kind of wide passage under an increasingly low ceiling. The texture of the ceiling interested me, and from my position atop the elephant I could reach up and just touch it. It was covered with a kind of thick cloth, like a yellowish patterned felt, and I reached into the seams between two pieces and felt something hard and smooth. I pulled it out and found an object streaked with yellow and brown that resembled a wild bird's egg, but it was too hard and irregular, so I thought it must be a stone. I slipped it into my pocket. The felt overhead was gaping at the seams so I grabbed it and tore it off, revealing a kind of wide hatch with a knob for a handle. I wondered what it might be concealing so I pulled it open... and found the dream space deconstructing, muffling me in a soft blankety texture. Instinctively I tried to protect myself by putting the stone I had just found in my mouth, but I was still being enveloped in the stuff. I tried to pull at it with my hands, and as my fingers sank into it I was struck by the familiarity of the texture, like coarse sheep's wool—not the clean feel of a fleece, but the dirty, oily texture it has when it is still on the sheep. That was the last thing I felt before waking.

01/11/2017
Dream Fragment One
Untitled
The only thing I remember are some vague images of sex, and then my landlord coming by and giving me shit about something or other. I just did what I could to avoid him, while he was hanging around.


Dream Two
"Cancelling the Apocalypse"
(Lucid)

I was with two other guys, and we were being stalked by the Marvel supervillain, Apocalypse. We were in some tall, unfinished building, surrounded by a cage of unfinished walls and concrete pillars. Apocalypse had this very Jason Voorhees type of way of following us, slowly and almost casually, before just "appearing" nearby, to try and attack us. (I had been watching beta gameplay from the new Friday the 13th game, not long before bed, which I believe inspired the way he gave chase in the dream.)

On about the 3rd floor of this hollow building structure, Apocalypse appeared and snatched up of the guys in our party, disappearing with him and reappearing somewhere down on the first floor. We could see him through the many openings in the incomplete floors beneath us, holding our ally up by the throat, with his back against one of the support columns. I can't remember exactly what he did to our guy, but I remember it being very vicious and gory, as if he just ripped him apart, with his bare hands, in a shower of blood. Knowing it was too late to do anything about it, we started running again, and before I had a chance to even know where I was going, Apocalypse was back on the third(ish) floor with us, stepping out from behind a corner just as I passed by, and coming straight for me. Having no time to think of a safe escape, and after having seen what he just did to the other guy, I immediately lept from the ledge that I was approaching, still about 3 storeys up - basically resigning to the fact that I was Not going to enjoy the landing.

In a panic, while careening toward the ground below me and preparing for the inevitable onslaught of pain and possible broken bones that awaited, I instinctively realized that this couldn't really be about to happen. This had to be a dream!! Without a moment to second-guess it, I pushed my feet straight down and braced for impact, relieved when I stuck the landing in an almost effortless crouch. I knew that Apocalypse would soon follow behind me, though, so I instinctively lunged backward, throwing my right elbow back and cracking him in the face with it, when he predictably showed up behind me. (Not sure if he was always going to be there, or if my anticipating him being behind me caused him to just 'be there'.)

I didn't stop there, though, immediately turning around and rushing him with a barrage of punching combinations to the head and gut, confidently and aggressively driving him back with each solid hit. While in mid-attack, I wondered if I should not get too carried away and try stabilizing the dream before it ended or I lost my lucidity, but I was fired up and didn't want to stop hitting him. It was only a matter of seconds, though, before the dream fell apart and I woke up.

A dream like this came as no surprise given my circumstances the previous evening. I dreamt that my good friend picked me up from a Campus Christian Fellowship event, which actually did happen the night before. Only in the dream, there occurred a disturbing turn of events. He exited his car and entered into the facility in which the occasion was being held. I had already left the building, but after he had been in there for a little while, I noticed several members of the fellowship program leaving with very sad and offended expressions. In my mind, I felt that he had spoken harsh and offensive words to them and greatly disturbed these people. I, in turn, was quite upset, and we proceeded to have a fairly significant argument over the matter. He did not drive me home, and I was stranded into the night.
Now, some things about this made sense, and other things did not. My friend does not consider himself a Christian, but he is not very critical of those who do profess to be, and he would certainly not intentionally carry out offensive and hurtful actions to strangers in the community, but this was the case in my dream. I was disturbed by this dream upon awakening, and I wondered what this was trying to tell me, if anything.
I cannot remember the circumstances surrounding this next dream, but I remember the feeling of it, and one image in particular. I’m staring at a face that bears a striking resemblance to that of my former lover. In the dream, I am experiencing the exact emotions I had when I was with her. It’s weird that I cannot recall these exact emotions now IRL, but in the dream, they were very real. It’s as if I can only recall my true emotions of the past in my dreams. The reasons behind this dream I could point to fairly easily. I introduced my friend (The same friend in the first dream) to the show Twin Peaks last night. We watched the pilot episode last night, and needless to say, he’s hooked. But there was an odd moment when we realized he looks quite a bit like the show’s unfortunate victim, Laura Palmer, to the point that it actually freaked us out a little. I have no doubt this instance is what influenced my dream, but I cannot explain how I was able to relive the exact emotional state in the dream as when I was with her.

I'm in some grey building and my mom is there with me. A message on TV says there was a murderer or monster here and it is still here. We drop and spill a box filled with magnetic connector toys. My mom starts to clean it up and i turn around after hearing an animal screech. A man turned rhino and grotesque starts coming around the corner and I run back and try to get my mom to run away but she wont stop cleaning up. I run through the Mario world forward and there's a tan tank to the left and a Mario looking pyramid up ahead. I run inside and hide in one of many square spots in the pyramid. I hide, terrified and hear the door open and the monster walk in. I hold my breath, and the monster slowly walks over to my spot, stops, looks down into the spot I'm in. I wake up.

Apparently, the queen is moving next door. And her estate.
I check next door, and a huge beautiful estate is there dreamily. I stare in absolute awe. I some how 'zoom in' and I am in the queen's bedroom. The queen mother and father lie there. The king is about to die. He hands the queen a red battered book, and dies. The queen mother looks like the 50 year old queen, but the queen herself looks 90. The queen mother gets out and proclaims, 'I shall never despair! I am the Queen Mother!'

WBTB

I am moving to New Zealand, and my home is being emptied. I reach the airport, and there is a grey alien spaceship. I ask myself, 'What am I doing?" I become lucid after approx 5 reality checks. I remember the other tasks, but the dream is too fragile. I touch the ground to attempt to increase vividness, but to not much effect. I see the spaceship, and remember advanced ii and hop on. The interior is like a passenger planes, but the ceiling is glass and see-through. The seats are a vanilla colour, and the controls look relatively easy. I fly it, encountering a few obstacles, which I MAY type up. I land easily, and I am in New Zealand. Out of sheer exhaustion, I vizualize losing lucidity.

Almost Fell Off Bed

I was sitting on the toilet than appeared on a bed inside a room that felt like mine.I was half aware it was a dream but it still felt like it was my room. I turned to move away from the person I felt next to me and thought about how it better not be my dad. But as I looked to the black carpet, desk and walls I wondered what would happen if I managed to move my real body through the dream. Than After moving my arm around curiously I felt myself falling out of the bed slowly bracing myself for impact with the ground. I didn't though cause someone pulled me back up. After that I had another false awakening but appeared in the same spot and after seeing someone hidden in the bed covers in front of me I became fully lucid.

There was a small silver television on next to us playing the news and a radio that played classical music. I could see the t.v. at the corner of my eye but didn't look at where the radio was and focused on the person under the covers. I thought it was Dawn and hugged him but his face was covered and i became curious. "Why do you have that on you?"I asked. "I don't want you to see my face" he replied back. I decided to respect his space and leave it on.After I woke up I kind of regretted not taking it off though.

Where are you going!?

I was non lucid doing something that I can't recall.When I become lucid I try to place intent on having a AP kind of dream which I will call spiritual dream. I appeared on a familiar street I've walked many times. I could feel the usual heavy feeling I get when I attempt OBE dreams but it was just a vivid dream. The streets were empty and as I looked to the buildings and sky I called out for Dawn.For a brief moment no one was around but than Dawn appeared but I couldn't see him. His presence was rippling though so I kind of knew where he was. I also felt him touch me. He seemed to be in a rush though. "Dawn where are you? Why can't I see you?". I asked him as he kept pacing around me. He told me something but than I asked him to do the thing that we only know which is like a code for us to recognize each other.

He than walked behind me which is the first step but didn't follow through with it all. I thought it was probably because he was distracted than focused more on what was around me and my senses so that I could see him. It ends up working and I can see Dawn's appearance. He is light skin, of course tall, he has light blue eyes, has what looks like a buzz cut and is wearing a navy blue shiny military or Navy suit with gold badges and a navy blue hat with a golden outline. "He looks so cool in that uniform"I thought but it just makes him more nervous. I also notice that there is a black limo near us and people stepping out and standing nearby. He than picks me up and starts running. I can see snow appearing and recognize Christmas decorations on a green truck with small elves on it. "Oo~It's Christmas"I say excitedly. He continues to run with me than turns left and enters a tall brownish red or purplish brick building. He runs up a slightly rotating bone white stair that goes up and lets go of me. There are people present too.

I run up after him calling his name than notice the people behind me who want to catch him. "Dawn! Wait! Dawn!"I call out noticing that I'm getting slower and heavier. He is also leaving me behind which is kind of disheartening. I don't give up though and continue running up. But than his appearance fades and becomes rippling again. When I finally reach the floor he is on I watch him enter the apartment than turn the stove on. Something is on it and I take note that it looks like a studio apartment and the lights are dimmed.

"Dawn!"I call out than look to the people who were after him. But they turn around and leave. I than notice two old ladys sitting on a chair with boxes of chocolates on their table stand. "Oo~ Candy~"I say but than push back the urge to go for it. I try moving but I still feel heavy and can't really see Dawn. "Dawn! I can't see you! Dawn!"I call out again. He exits the apartment than touches my arms with both his hands than reassures me that he is there and to not worry. I calm down since he came back than watch him reenter the apartment. After waiting the dream shifts and I'm on a pink bed with a fat man who is holding me down with both his legs. "I'm not Dawn"he says than starts laughing. I grab both his legs than flip him out of the bed after standing up. He hits the ground than I think about how this could work for a Dhl mission. But than after I punch his arm he punches me back and I fly back after blocking.Woke up after that.


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Multiple false awakenings and paralysis made for one hell of a night. Enjoy the terror I just went through to make it easier, since everything runs together, I bold the spots where I have a false awakening and my commentary when I'm awake will be in italics

I don't really remember the dream leading up to this point, but I remember getting ready for bed. My boyfriend's already asleep on his side, and I've got an unknown person (I knew him in the dream, but I dont know who it was now) sitting on my side, leaving just enough room for me to lay between them and my boyfriend.

Instead of getting in on the side, I decide that it makes sense to crawl into bed from the bottom. I'm halfway up the bed, and I see a small shadowed figure flicker in front of me. I remember saying, "Oh hell no, that's it for me. I'm done," and I wake myself up. I reflect on what a weird dream that was, sitting up in the dark in bed to gather my thoughts. The end unsettled me, so I was trying to calm down.

I'm just beginning to lay down when I feel the bed shift from behind me (my back is to the side of the bed, I'm facing my boyfriend). I immediately think cat just as a hand grabs my upper shoulder. I let out a squeak of alarm and jolt awake. And of course, I've got some sleep paralysis going. I rarely ever experience this, so it's making me panic. I'm trying not to. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open, and I want to move to keep myself awake, but I can't. I try to call out to my boyfriend but I can't talk.

I get this slow, cold dread that trickles through me because I'm realizing there's a good chance I'm not actually awake again. I have no way to confirm if I am or not. I want to force myself to stay away but I just can't. I feel the bed moving again, like someone crawling from the end of the bed up to me, and I throw myself into panic overdrive.

I jerk awake and though this time I'm sure I'm awake, I still can't move. I can barely keep myself awake but at this pint I know if I fall asleep I'm right back where I left off and I don't want that. I slowly, slowly come out of the paralysis and I roll over. I get up and check the light in the bathroom (my reality check is to make sure lights stay on when I turn them on. It's always my tip off, more to let me know if I'm in a false awakening over lucidity). It works, thank god. I'm exhausted but terrified to sleep.

I finally make my way back to the room. I lay down, and toss and turn for a good ten or fifteen minutes. I shut my eyes and try to drift off a few times but keep rolling over. I lay on my stomach and hide my face in my pillow and really do my best to sleep.

Again, I roll over. Damnit, I thought I was asleep, and I'm still just lying here. I've had it. I don't feel very good, and I'm going crazy just laying here. I untangle myself from my blankets, and pet my cat for a few moments, since he's lying on the end of my bed. As I put my feet over the edge to stand up I turn on my bedside light. It flickers and turns off and I have half a second to panic and think "oh no, oh my god I'm asleep" when hands grab my ankle and I scream, jolting myself awake and also waking my boyfriend.

He's not mad, he understands I'm terrified at this point. He motions me to come over, and I do. I scramble back and lay down, my back to him. He wraps his arms over me and hugs me tight, reassuringly. The man from my first dream is back, but again I know him, and to me it makes sense that he's there (still no idea who he was). He sees I'm terrified and he lays down, facing me, and hugs me too.

I shut my eyes and try to fall back asleep. The bed trembles like someone's running over the mattress. My eyes snap open and with no warning about 3 or four hands and arms wrap around me. One around my neck, one around my waist, one around my lower legs, and one like, goes up the leg of my shorts and comes out the waistband, and at once they all haul me back to my side of the bed, telling me something along the lines of "you aren't waking up again".

I wake up into paralysis again but the terror is so great I manage to whimper out half my boyfriend's name before it completely takes over. He doesn't wake up (jerk) and I'm stuck laying right where I was when the demons were dragging me. I am terrified, I have no idea if I'm awake or not and no way to tell. I'm trying desperately to keep myself awake and I can't. I want to keep myself awake until the paralysis wears off so I can check the lights, but I keep dozing. At this point I'm not sure if I've already fallen back asleep or if this was just me being paranoid and scared, but I remember dozing and then jerking my eyes open again when I felt my bed begin to shift, like someone was crawling on it. I thought I was awake, because my mind was like, "no this isn't happening. Things like this only happen in your dreams", but now I don't know if I was actually awake or not.

Finally the paralysis wears off, and I'm scrambling up. It's morning and light's coming in from the window. My boyfriend is gone, in his place are my mom and my uncle, and WWE diva Alicia Fox (who is apparently my best friend, even though she's not even one of the diva's I actually like...). I tell my mom, "It's happening again. The false awakenings are getting worse" and she and my uncle share a look.

"The demon's are trying to take you," my mom explains. "If you hadn't woken up when you did, they would have dragged your soul from your body and you wouldn't have been able to wake up."

"What do they want from me?" I ask, following the three of them to the living room. My uncle turns to look at me.

"We don't know. But you'e not falling back asleep. We're sending Andrew (my older cousin) instead. He'll ask them what they want."

This strikes me as really stupid and dangerous, and I shake my head.

"No. I need to be the one to go." Mom and my uncle try to argue with me and I don't let them. "They obviously want me, and they want me alive. If they wanted me dead they would have killed me. And if we send Andrew instead of me, they'll kill him. Let me go."

As we're having an argument over who's going, Alicia goes and hooks herself up to this machine that induces dreaming. Straps with little sensors on them go around her waist, wrists, and ankles, and a cap goes on her head. She's standing in my room (now with no beds, just this contraption) hooked to this thing, and her dream is broadcast on TV monitors.

She confronts the demons. They need me for something (no idea what) and Alicia wants to go in my place. They tell her she isn't good enough and she gives this huge, long speech about how she can handle whatever they throw at her, etc. At one point she rips off the sensor around her waist (that was apparently holding her in place) and throws it down in defiance. This turns into a promo for her for wrestling. There's a crowd of fans watching her, and as she stands up to them the crowd starts chanting "Lisa! Lisa! Lisa!"

Apparently that's for her, and her parents (standing with me watching her) cry with happiness that the crowd loves her. The wrestling show ends and the crowd leaves. I'm walking to my car (because now it's at an arena, not my apartment) and I see two divas I actually do care about. They're playing basketball and their ball gets away from them. I get excited because now I get to hand it to them and meet them, but when I turn, they're already walking away and someone else takes the ball.

The divas meet my eye, and I give them a sad smile. This morphs into me going on a picnic with a whole car full of WWE Divas and the last memory I have is taking off my watch and laughing with two of them as I slowly wake up.

As I said sleep paralysis is really uncommon for me. I can count on one hand the number of times I've experienced it. I dont know if it counts having that paralysis in a false awakening but it was really weird now that I think back on it.

EDIT: As I've been thinking over the dream throughout the day, I remember a few pieces I've left out. We're having really bad wind here right now (category 2 hurricane force winds) and I remember I was really worried about my bird feeder. One of my false awakenings had me waking up and going out to the balcony to check on it. It was broken, and I remember trying to get the broken piece from under our patio furniture when someone/something made me rush back inside and leave it for morning.

I remember at one point as well explaining to my mom, uncle, and Alicia that I knew this was a dream that we were in right now because the lights wouldn't stay on. Alicia asked why that mattered and I gave a lengthy explanation about reality checks and how this was mine, how it worked, and then said, "it isn't gonna work this time though because one, I need some more sleep, and two, we're in the middle of something."

This was almost a nightmare.
In one part, Homer Simpson had to crawl through a tube stretching across the ocean to get to the Futurama universe. After that fragment, It cut to a sixteen year old girl with black hair and
a black dress visiting a medicine shop. She asked for some medicine meant to make her smaller. She did this every day and as every day passed, she appeared to be younger and younger with a higher pitched voice every time. On the third day, she looked ten years younger. That day, she took a different treatment. Instead of the usual srynge into the arm, she got it sprayed all over her body. When she returned, she appeared to be between the ages of 5 months old to one year old. After that, she was probably the size of a Game Cube disk. By this point her voice was made of unintelligable high pitched scratches. She was then taken to a small living room like compartment where everyone else who did this was forced to live. I remember that one of them was trying to scare another one. It might have worked, but I don't remember that well. I then woke up.

Archive: January 20, 2016

Key: Symbolic, Hindu, Morning Dream, Semi-Abstract

I’m in India. I venture with random dream characters and together we summon the Hero God. Krishna? I don’t know. But everything goes wrong after he’s summoned.

As soon as the Hero God was summoned a purple poisonous ooze pours into the Indian Ocean. I watch this from atop a cliff along with everyone else. The purple poison boils the sea and all the oceans life dies by the millions! People cry out in horror as we witness a horrific extinction event.

I feel sicker and sicker as more purple ooze sinks into the ocean and more innocent dead creatures rise to the surface. “Hero God! Why have you done this!” Its at this time the Hero God explains that he didn’t poison the sea. Rather, the Hero God had partially summoned his immortal enemy. He desired to defeat this enemy once and for all!

But the Hero God explains “However, last time I had helped from 12(? i think) others”. Why Hero God why!

A wise person stands on the highest cliff and calls to us all as if we were their children “Come now everyone. Follow my lead and we’ll save the ocean”. This wise person (I don't remember their gender) begins taking in a deep breath and exhaling over the ocean as though blowing over a hot bowl of soup.
We all follow the wise person’s breathing. I watch carefully to match their rhythm. They’re breathing faster and faster! But the collective breathing humanity is working! The purple ooze becomes gray as we cool it off and make it inert. The ocean is saved! Life is saved! Humanity is saved!

The wise person then prays, asking for the Great God to return the Hero God to the realm of spirit. The Hero God obliges and transforms into a large stone monolith over the Indian Ocean. I guess this was where we originally summoned him but I don’t remember that detail.

Now it was time for the Great God to return the immortal enemy back into the world of spirit as well. But as the purple ooze was being returned, a voice echoes from the depths of the ocean “I am NOT finished!”. The fear was real and felt! The Great God yields to the immortal enemy, a Goddess of Death and Destruction. Her name, much like the Hero God, escapes me throughout the dream, but maybe its Kali.

She emerges from the depths. Supernaturally tall. Every time you looked her features were different, sometimes african, sometimes indian. But always female and always wild and terrifying. She reaches into her own body and pulls out more of that purple poison. The oceans boil!!!

I scream in horror! The Goddess of Destruction approaches me, clearly insulted. She stares me right in the eyes. I get the impression to be coy or die. I look at her blankly and smile like a dumb ape too stupid to know the horror taking place. She seems amused that I shut the hell up. Behind me, others scream and shout. The Goddess is insulted. She places her hand on their chest and forehead and their hearts stop beating.

Including a young boy we called timothy “No! Timothy!” The more they shouted the more dropped dead. I couldn't stand anymore, my legs feel weak so I sat. Others sat down too. The wise person commented “Thats right, sit down. Be yourself. Be calm” But the Goddess of Destruction still forced us to watch the death of the Indian Ocean, and by extension the world.

She walked back towards my end of the beach. Her voice seems to be everywhere “Do you know what the last Great Suffering was known for?”. People averted her eyes unable to answer. “Do you know?” I admit I didn’t understand the question but I was too afraid to ask her to repeat it. But some other guy did. “What was the question again?”

Wrong answer. With a single touch to his forehead and he drops to the floor. “Answer me!” The Goddess of Destruction was growing impatient and ready to place her palm on another innocent forehead. But then my friend standing next to me cries out “Smell! It was Smell!”

“Very good.” She pets my friend under the chin as though she was an animal. “The smell of…..?”

And I blurt out “RAPE!” The Goddess looks at me perplexed. I’m not sure why I said that and im not sure my answer makes any sense. I correct myself “I mean...the smell of rape and human flesh burning on the cross?.....” Is that right??

She seems pleased with my answer. She turns to a man of faith “Father, give me your cross. You can be the first.” The Father weeps as the Goddess of Destruction drags him away. “I’ll need MORE crosses.”

What have I done? I’ve just damned us all to rape and burning alive on a cross!! I felt completely hopeless. I started a silent prayer to God. That’s when I notice little Timothy. He’s breathing! He’s alive!

When the Goddess of Destruction is far away he opens his eyes and winks at me “I know something you don’t know!”. I have to know! “Yes! What! What don’t I know!” I had a feeling he was going to me that it’s all dream.

Instead, I just wake up.

It was after waking up that I thought the Goddess of Destruction could be Kali. And that the Hero God could be Krishna. But them being immortal enemies doesn’t make any Hindu sense. Or the rest of the dream….!

I was at a slayer concert with my friend and everyone else in his family. (I am not usually into slayer in real life). After a song played, my friend's mom said "we shouldn't be at a slayer concert for christmas! We should enjoy christmas with a fun zombie outbreak game!" I agreed with her statement. Suddenly, it wasn't a game. Everyone around us became a zombie except for the people I knew. After that, we headed to the house, where everyone was starting to become zombified. Me and my friend were defenseless, although my friend did have a stick, but what would that help with? Anyways, after that, we disguised ourselves as zombies and pretended to play the piano to a slayer song. The way the song we were pretending to play to was being played was strange. It was on a vertical record player and the record was half broken, but seemed to work anyway. The record sounded like South of Heaven possibly. Finally, we were noticed. "THEY'RE NOT ZOMBIES!!!" a zombie from below us screamed. After that they rushed right into the house. Eventually, everyone but me was a zombie, but before my friend became a zombie, I asked him if he knew where a gun was. He pointed to the right. In his finger's direction was what appeared to be a pistol wrapped in two layers of wrapping paper. I was pacing around so that I couldn't get hit and once I finally got to it, I discovered that it was a revolver that ran on clips. I then proceded to shoot my zombified family before realizing that that maybe isn't the best idea because I could possibly find an antidote. Before that, I ran out of ammo in the clip I was using, so I used my friend's clip. Eventually, everyone turned back into a human and one of the people I knew said "ok, let's stop this." My friend then got mad at me because I used his clip. He said that it was supposed to be his present because he wanted to go out by the lake and do target practice. I then woke up. There was also a zombie leader somewhere in there, but I don't know where to put that in the story besides after.

I woke very exhilarated from this dream and had motivation to do an online DJ entry with pictures once again.

Thu, 05 Jan 2017:

Start in packed restaurant or similar, commotion outside, peek out blinds, 2 cars stopped yelling at each other, one with several Latinos and one several African Americans. They speed off down the street dangerously.



I pull out my phone and have the description of one car: a turquoise Subaru hatch/wagon. Friend tells me I should text the info to (telephone #) instead of 911. I start to punch in the telephone number but then I realize I may be forgetting part of the description for the vehicles. Seems to be a campus security text #. Makes sense since 911 will be not go to local police directly. Shortly after we walk to a campus eating place with windows and all eating outside, safe? One of the guys says it is safe and that he actually works here sometimes , a campus job I guess. Girl Friday arrives.



Transition to us walking in a dream neighborhood that definitely feels familiar from dreams, with neighbor house to the right. Also becomes (Current neighborhood)-like then dorm-like. Inside big house at some point.



Girl Friday flirting, sweet, takes me in another room to show me some lime green clothing-something. She removes her outer shirt, should I turn around. I feel a little boldness to keep looking on and do so. Did she want to show me those socks that seem to be lime green? "A" arrives and shows me his T-shirt with a print on it and I notice my

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penis peeking out of my pants from prior erection with Girl Friday situation and I get a little cum on his T-shirt or sweatshirt while I was looking at it and I try to wipe it off on my shirt before he notices.

Mr CL comes in and seems to greet us with a hug as we're in kind of a lounging position perhaps in bed or on a couch. Up and moving around the house, I can see clearly through neighbor's windows, a sexy neighbor lady. Maybe I can see something sexy as I see her across the way, walking around several different times during the dream, through their windows. We also have many windows looking out.



3 neighbor ladies wearing outfits that are a cross between lingerie and maid costumes.



I have an FA: I think to myself, I'll go back to sleep and be bold and lucid. Yep! Several different Asian college couples are having sex in different rooms. I warn my son who is walking in the direction of the couples having sex and say something like "they're doing what I guess you college kids do" and he laughed it off and keeps walking. Those 3 ladies from earlier are having some kind of sexy costume time interacting in flirty poses. I see a door between the two houses and I feel strong boldness and realize I'm dreaming and go through the door and when I get to the room the three ladies are lounging in bed, two of them sitting up near the front of the bed



and before I go any further I do look at my hand for a little bit to make sure I am actually dreaming and not breaking into my neighbor's house. My hand looks normal at first so I look again and sure enough 6 fingers. I have the first lady on the left

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give me a bj

(schema edit; nice mental control achieved) and then

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intercourse. She is not excited enough so I switch to sex with the one to her right and straight to intercourse.

Part way through I realize her

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panties are still partially in the way, then I take off her panties

after considering just magically swiping them away and then continue

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sex some more. Walking around house with my penis in hand and in a rectangular device. The 2nd lady I was having sex with

transitioned to this rectangular device. Many people and family are around and I think that this is a good chance to show how lucid I am but then I have second thoughts and want to be sure and do my hand RC again before doing anything cray in front of everyone. I don't recall much more after the RC before waking.

I’m at somebody’s house, near the kitchen. There are two women, one of whom I recognize. I have an idea who the other might be, but I can’t be sure. The one I know begins to get close to me, and she cranes her neck to kiss me in a friendly way, but I feel that she wants to convey something else. She kisses my cheek, then again, nearer to my mouth. I come close to her, and ask her if she’d like to go out with me. She is ecstatic and responds so enthusiastically, which is satisfying to me. This is special; this girl was my friend in high school, she’s extremely beautiful, we did a play together once and interacted on some kind of emotionally significant level, given the grave and serious nature of the performance. I would have gone out with her in a heartbeat, if only I had the confidence back then. The other girl in the dream seems upset, but I take little notice of this. I’m soon at a restaurant with a friend, and I run into a family for whom I had played piano a couple of weeks ago at a party. We find our table, and I notice a table on the other side of the restaurant where there is another family I know. Only I’m overcome with anxiety when I realize who they are. I imagine that I had asked out the daughter in this family, only this is not actually the case. But in the dream, I am convinced of this. I don’t understand this dream, but I have ideas as to simple meanings behind some of the particular circumstances of it. Overall though, I cannot interpret it.