memorable

Some backstory on why this is really memorable for me (Not important to the story): I have always drempt a lot. When I dream sometimes a wake up and go back to sleep and can have more. So most days i have 2-3 dreams that I remember. The quality of my dreams can be based off of how stressed I am. Stress affects my dreams an amazing amount. Since school has started all my dreams have been in grey scale and muddy, just vague figures onto of that I can only remember a couple seconds. Sadly most days I don't even get that, I just wake up. This has been my first dream in many weeks and it was the most vivid I have ever had. So for me, This is extremely memorable.

Dream Starts here: I just had my best lucid dream yet and I need somewhere to put it down before I forget it. It all started at my Mom's house when I felt sleepy, I decided that I would lie down on the rug. I felt the roughness of the rug and I could tell from the way i was laying on it that my chest would feel pinched later. Then I was dreaming, So I must be having a WILD! I knew this was all a dream but it was so real that I wasn't 100% sure. I could feel my feet hitting the ground, which is something I have never felt before in a dream, so I wasn't sure (dumb me). I decided to go over to my friends house and maybe figure it out there. Everyone was acting how they should and I STILL couldn't tell if it was a dream or not. So me being the clever person I am I went off to find a book. Opened it up, memorized a line, closed it, open aaannndddd the page is the same. Second times the charm? Nope. Get frustrated and Look up from the book, everyone magically changed hairstyles and color. There I finally realized I was dreaming and being the dumb-dumb I am made everyone else lucid, cuz people share dreams telepathically right? Then I woke up at my DAD'S house. Very confused realized I dreamed going to sleep at my moms still mindfucked.
TL;DR My dreams fuck with me so hard

I am running up the steps of the local science center trying to reach the top floor before someone on the elevator does because I know there is a great evil on the top floor and I must defeat it before the person on the elevator is harmed. The science center is far bigger than it is in real life, 23 stories verses 3. I stumble around corners in the stairways as they twist in odd ways and am never really sure if the next set of stairs will be to the left or to the right, yet still reach the top floor before the elevator, and I step out into the hallway. There are dead bodies and detached limbs laying all over the blood coated floor, and a woman stands at the end of the hall way covered in blood. The woman lifts her hands and causes all the bodies and limbs to rise up from the floor and reanimate into zombies that begin shambling towards me. I don't panic, instead I feel a power bursting from my chest (as a practicing pagan, I know that as the feeling I get when I am praying or connecting to the divine) The power in my chest grows, and I confidently will the woman and the bodies to be destroyed, and they burst into a poof of dust that disappears. I then stumble back, and fall into the elevator shaft. At the bottom of the shaft I land in a large dark body of water. I struggle for the surface in a panic and can't make it. I calm myself, and once again feel inside of me the divine power and pray for the goddess to help me understand what I am supposed to do now. The water below me pushes me up like a shock wave, and suddenly I can see blue sky above the surface, and swimming towards it is effortless. When I break the surface, I can see that I am in a public pool with people everywhere and many very thick pillars placed decoratively around it. I see K to my left, crouching at the edge of the pool. He extends his hand as if to reach out to me, but them pulls it back towards himself in a "come on" gesture before springing up and running off towards a pillar. I swim to the edge and try to follow him, however he has disappeared behind the pillar and once I get behind it he is gone. I see a couple nearby, a blond girl and her blond boyfriend. I know he doesn't really look like K, but suddenly I can't remember what K looks like, and in my doubt I go to ask the boy if he is K. The couple both laugh at me and act like I am crazy, so I walk back towards the pool thinking that if K isn't around then I don't have much reason for being here. I feel an urge, am inner tug, towards the diving board of the pool. I walk to it, then up on it. When I reach the end of the diving board, about to jump in the water, the water comes alive, pulling to the back of the pool like a giant water monster or tidal wave preparing to move against me. Once again I feel that divine power and will it to be destroyed. The water explodes into a billion raindrops that fall all around yet still manage to refill the pool. I jump in the water, and find myself standing in the home of my Grandmother and Grandfather, who died 11 and 4 years ago. Something doesn't feel right in the house, something feels evil, so I walk from room to room turning on every light until I am satisfied the house is full of light. I then walk outside into the night and look at the house from the back yard. There is a giant spider the side of several cars side to side on the roof, rearing back in an aggressive about to attack stance. One last time I reach inside of myself to call upon divine help and cause a tree to grow up through the house. The tree is not solid, but more like a swarm of teardrop shaped green leaves that grows up through the house, breaking the roof and branching out to grab the spider by each leg, the head, and the abdomen. The tree grasps the spider and pulls it apart, reducing it to the same dusty nothing the evil lady had been in the first confrontation. The branches then grab all the broken pieces of the house and pull it back together as it shrinks back into the ground as if nothing had ever happened. A delivery truck pulls out of the woods as the sun rises, and I walk next door to my aunts house to get my children that she was babysitting. I take both my children by the hand and as we walk towards the door to go home I am full of calm and peace and wake up.

By far one of the best feeling dreams I have had in a while. I am sure it was influenced by my renewed effort to pray daily, as opposed to just whenever I feel like I NEED to, as well as by the solstice. Wanted to make sure I have a record of it for future reference

Bed @ 2230
Woke @ 0540

Leaky ceiling
I'm in my master bathroom relieving myself. As I start, I notice that there's a drop of water on the ceiling. This concerns me, but I figure that maybe there's an explanation that's not terrible, though I'm not hopeful. My first guess as to a cause is that something is wrong with the weather sealing around the window. I'm surprised by how full my bladder is, and as I keep going, I notice more and more wet drops hanging on the ceiling. They seem to be popping up constantly. By the time I'm finished, the entire ceiling is covered with large droplets of water. I'm saying something like "no no no no no" and call out to my wife "Honey, we've got a problem!!!" As I continue trying to find out what's going on, I notice a place where the ceiling changes levels. Inside, I see some small pipes and immediately jump to the conclusion that they're the source of the problem.

Missed meeting
I'm sitting at my computer in my office. I realize it's eleven thirty and that I didn't dial into the daily meeting earlier; but then I look at my daily calendar and see that it's been moved to five PM. I hate it when my team lead does that; the new time is after I'm done for the day! Now I'm on the phone with someone. Now I'm closing browser tabs, trying to get things organized again. I'm really confused by the contents of the tabs - there's lots of gaming stuff. I keep closing them and finally notice a stylized blue E at the corner of the window. Oh, of course, I'm in Windows, which I only boot up for gaming. When did I boot Windows?

Contaminated food
I'm at a party with some people I know. Everyone else has food, but I don't. Now I'm in the kitchen to see what's available, but all I see is a half a rolled-up something on a cutting board near the sink. I try to nonchalantly look around to see if there's a plate I can grab to get some, but I don't see anything. Suddenly, weird stuff starts happening. Little statuettes start exploding and everyone starts behaving very very oddly. I realize their behavior has something to do with the food and am thankful I didn't have any. Somehow I manage to talk to some of them and snap them out of it. Now I'm listening to a group of them talk afterwards (mostly older women I don't know, though Jen is also in the group). Someone is saying that the stuff in the food is pretty nasty, that even touching it will let it enter your DNA and make changes to your aging process, and that it affects women more than it does men.


Lucid in the lab
I'm watching the opening credits for a TV show which takes place in some kind of laboratory. In the footage, a lot of shining stainless steel and a variety of fancy-looking instruments are pretty constantly in the frame. Now the credits are showing a character who's young, strong, and not quite all there. He's used for simple manual labor, moving stuff from one place to another; but really he's used for comedy relief, always banging into things and messing up the other characters. Sure enough, he comes through a door pulling a giant metal cylinder that's much bigger than he is, acting as if it's nothing, but as he makes the turn he swivels it into another character who gets stuck between it and the wall. I recognize this guy from something he did much later - I hadn't realized this is where he got his start. Now I see another guy in what looks like a glass elevator, but he's rotating slowly around. When his capsule lines up with the door he has a brief moment to connect something, but he keeps missing his opportunity and having to wait until it spins around again.

Now I'm walking along a hallway in the building. Strangely, many pieces of equipment have handwritten signs on them with very strange, humorous (to someone) instructions written on them.

Now I'm walking down another hallway with a group of people. Over the PA, someone announces that they're going to drop meat on our heads. What kind of lab is this? What kind of experiment is this? The ceiling starts to open up, and something starts to fall out. People start screaming and running for the far end of the hall, but balloons are already falling out of the ceiling. Balloons? Strangely, they pop the moment they touch anything. At first, I'm relieved they weren't really dropping meat on us, but then I look behind me and see that the balloons did actually have stuff in them, and that the floor is now littered with unidentifiable bits of red chunks and red stringy stuff. Ewww.

Now we've entered an area with some other people. A woman dressed only in white bra and panties starts swaying her way towards my group. I don't make eye contact and try not to stand out, hoping she'll ignore me. She ends up fixating on the guy right in front of me and starts making out with him. Somehow she ends up sitting on my chest (she's very soft) while she's kissing him. I'm repulsed and try to think of a way out of this when I realize I'm dreaming. I shout out "This is a dream!" and wonder if any of the DCs will try to argue with me, but they just ignore me.

Now I'm standing again, and I'm by myself. The dream is rather dull, and I know I need more vividness. First, I look at my hand. It's got four fingers and a thumb, but all my fingers are too long, and the thumb is pointing almost straight downwards. Colors are better now. Now I start to go through my memorized list. First, to help activate the logical side of my brain, I calculate the first few numbers of the Fibonacci sequence. Getting to 13 is easy, but the jump to 21 takes some effort, and I stop there, not wanting to focus too much and lose the dream. Next up, I try to activate my creative side by singing Mary Had A Little Lamb. I manage to sing one verse, though it somehow gets muddled together with B.I.N.G.O. I know it's wrong, but I don't care - I sang something and that's good enough. Now, onto the real tasks. I know I need DCs for both basic tasks, but I haven't seen anyone since right after getting lucid, so I'm a bit worried that I won't be able to find anyone. I turn around (I'd been facing the hallway) and find that I'm now in some kind of cafeteria area. Tables are scattered around haphazardly along with large ornate pillars, and lots of people are milling around.

The closest person to me is a really cute, impeccably dressed (sweater vest, long sleeved shirt, slacks) little black kid. I ask him what a good task of the month would be. He very clearly enunciates something, but it's not a task. I go to a nearby woman and ask her, and she also says something that's not a task. I round one of the pillars and talk to an older man, and he says something that, again, is not a task. Oh well.

I move onto the second basic task: I throw back my head and do my best mad scientist laugh (Mwa ha ha ha ha ha). The guy looks at me like, did I really just do that? But off in another part of the cafeteria I hear an answering high pitched cackle (Eeeee hee hee hee hee hee). Score!

Onto intermediate one. I pull out my phone and will that Frank will call. Nothing happens. I decide that I'm going to count down from five and that it'll ring when I reach zero. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero. The moment I count "zero," the phone starts buzzing (it's quite a strong sensation in my hand) and the notification light starts blinking white, but the screen doesn't come on. I press the power button and it turns on to reveal an RPG. In the dream, I recognize that it's a smashed-up mess of at least two different games, and the city names shown on the map clue me in on what they are though I can't remember them now. Flush with excitement over successfully completing both a basic and an intermediate task in one dream, I wake up.


Fragment: I'm walking through what I know to be a college campus. My wife is with me, and she mentions going to visit a place on campus "now that she can put the baby in the Ergo." I don't understand what that has to do with anything, but whatever.

This is what happened:

I was walking around with my phone out and I saw an app called: 'Dream'. I clicked on it and was in a different place, but lucid. I was lying on a table and the Simpsons were painting me. I decided to do a reality check - as I knew I was dreaming. And when it succeeded I jumped off the table and ran outside. I pointed at the ground and yelled "Buildings!" In the hope of making some buildings appear. But to no avail. So I ran up to a DC and yelled "I'm dreaming".
Then I woke up.

19.12.2015

Walgreens Shootout (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m going inside a store that resembles Walgreens, and outside is fairly dark. The dream itself is in this haze as if most movements made have a lingering trail of slow motion blur to it. I’m not sure what I’m going for at the moment, but I hear some stuttering and screams in the background, and quickly noticed that someone is armed with a gun in the store.

He was black, wore a gray vest and dark colored pants, and had a muscular body. His hairstyle was probably a buzz haircut, and I could barely see any details in his visage, mostly because I was trying to hide from him like the others are doing. I kneel on the floor immediately, and started to panic a little bit, but then reigned myself back into place, and took advantage that I could see what’s going on in my surroundings in a third person viewpoint, and noticed that he, and potential accomplices were located.

I remained in a stealth position with my knees bent, and literally fluctuating in standing on my toes, and having my feet firm on the ground. I’m wearing a black shirt and dark colored pants, and my main mode of stealth is this gray cabinet that stretches out for maybe ten feet, or so, and has this white backdrop sheet on the top of it. There’s also others like it with varying sizes, and I take advantage of the mini-labyrinth.

I noticed that he wasn’t the only concern, as I get this weird vibe based from a mélange of sensations with peripheral vision, and what have you, that there were two women that were armed. However, I felt that they could be after him, but there was too much equivocation going on. I’m on the right side of the main base of the cabinet, and this is the section of the store where there’s more light.

I see a random Caucasian female appear, and she’s holding a basic black gun akin to the Western movies, and she turns around and points the gun at me. But after looking at me, her visage of terror turns neutral, and she moves on. I breathe for a little bit, and presumed that she’s after the male, and then just as I’m trying to reconcile myself again, I look around to my left while still maintain the third person camera view to see there’s an Asian female with a hair bun hairstyle and some black pins inside of it carrying a larger weapon; maybe a shotgun of some sort.

She’s walking slowly, and for some reason, the angle at the time felt as if I’m looking at her through a mirror that she’s walking towards. She’s swaying her foot motion in this “C” formation on her right side, and an inverted C for her left, and this is probably due to her wearing heels in general.

She eventually gets to me, but she doesn’t shoot me at all. The guy is getting closer, and I have a clarity of his location, but I’m not afraid anymore. I can’t remember the rest.

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19.12.2015

My Donation is Undermined (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Strake Jesuit tennis player with bowl shaped hair hands over $600 when I thought handing $40-50 was good for some donation at a neighborhood. I was riding a bicycle in a neighborhood somewher.e

18.12.2015

I Think Its Jaw Moved... (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So, here I am in this jungle that also has a base that’s structured as if there were human inhabitants; Aztecs and what have you. Looking up at the sky, it’s clear as day, and the atmosphere above is light sky blue with a few clouds that are close to dissipating. There’s a myriad of things I ended up doing, but I can’t seem to recall everything in a sequential order.

It’s almost as if this area in the dream was a hub for other dreams to occur. Some things that came to mind were:

- Using weaponry to kill off all sorts of monsters from skeletons, and other disfigured entities. An image popped up of a huge skeleton that’s wearing this maroon helmet with gold trimmings that are about 3 inches in width, and they’re wielding a generic round shield, and sword. I even glimpsed a few moments of a floating gun turret akin to one in MGSV.

- I’m sitting, or trying to sit on one of many chairs laid out at another section in this grandiose environment, and I get a random mélange of entities flashing around me.

- I eventually start flying for a little bit to land on top of the huge machinery to slay the creatures I mentioned in the first part of this list.


Then, after all that, and then some, there was a resting period. I believe I was traveling with someone, but I couldn’t make out their visage at all. I tried to pay attention to their voice, but for all I know, they could be mute, or too shy to respond. I’m walking down a rectangular pathway composed of stone brick tiling filled with Nature’s wear and tear, and greenery. There’s this milky, yellow tint emitting off of these bricks, but it’s not emissive.

I see a few yards ahead that there’s two pitchers with a red base, and a white top. One of them is opened up with all sorts of juices and sodas, and when I get closer to them, it looks like a lot of Fanta juices from red, orange, and yellow. The other one is closed, and it almost felt like opening Pandora’s box. I think maybe I was a little exhausted from the previous events, and the dream starts equivocating like crazy from this point.

Firstly, the pitcher seemed to have either dissipated, or shifted into a dead, black, crab that’s fairly huge in size. The outer regions of this entity consisted of a light brown trimming, and it really looked like it was dried up in some areas of its body.

Then, its composition becomes nuanced significantly, and it looks like it could be a skeleton for something else to take shape from it. And every time I glance at it, and glance over something else, the form starts accumulating into something else entirely, and eventually looks like an unconscious black panther.

For some odd reason, I was predisposed into wanting to take my right hand to try and open its mouth; as if I was still in the process of opening that other pitcher that’s still nowhere to be found. I immediately start controlling myself, and retracted the hand movement with a subsequent jolt, and started to push it towards my body, and made this weird shivering body gesture for a few seconds.

It was clearly a black panther, and I can see that the sunlight above contributes to some parts of the highlights being violet in some way. When I started to step back from it, I see its jaw move…

I immediately made a retort towards my unknown dreaming comrade, “I think its jaw just moved…” We both naturally seemed to have wanted to walk back slowly just in case it reacted to sudden, powerful movements like say…RUNNING.

After we reached a certain distance, we just turned around, and made a run for it. But as we’re doing that, I’m somehow looking at myself in front of me, and then zooming into the unconscious panther. I see that its visage is starting to have more nuances, and its body starts moving upwards a bit, and then its face starts shaking like crazy as if it’s becoming conscious again.

The moment it woke up, and while it’s busy processing what environment it’s in, I felt as if my ability to run is slowly decreasing. Either through me zooming in too much to want to naturally slow down, or just the fear gradually building up, and slowly paralyzing me instead of getting that kick in adrenaline.

I noticed that the section we’re at now is this short distanced, but grandiose brown bridge with some subtle hints of red bled onto it. I’m holding on one of the wooden railings, and its literally being utilized as a crutch for me to hopefully propel myself. I can feel myself struggling a bit to pick up some speed, and the view of the panther from afar only makes things worse.

I told the dream entity at the time to just RUN….RUN…RUN!!! I noticed for a few seconds that entity was a female. She’s wearing a black jacket, white shirt underneath that’s a bit longer than the jacket, or maybe there was some physics involved of the jacket’s ends moving upwards as she’s running, and she’s wearing light, faded blue skinny jeans with some black boots. She has black hair, or at least that’s what I want to believe; she could be anyone at this point.

As I’m trying to escape, the alarm from my phone starts ringing.

SC1) 02:08
I had a hard time falling asleep last night, couldn't get my brain to stop stressing out.
I'm in my house and I wake up, I think I then start doing some training to fight some boxer (I think there was a boxing ring maybe?). The whole thing feels really symbolic, maybe a result of watching motivational videos.

SC2) 03:32
I'm homeless and I'm by the river that runs next to my old university. It's night time and the building nearby is the hospital (in reality it isn't). I'm trying to eat some food, I seem really down on my luck and it seems like there's some youths talking shit about us homeless people. There's another homeless guy who talked to me (he was in his 40s or 50s) and I though he looked quite dirty. I'm not very polite to him, and seem to just try to shoo him away or something. I cross the road to be next to the hospital and sit on a bench near the back entrance (I seem to be at the back of the hospital). I'm just chilling eating my food, in front of me is my skate board lying on the ground (I don't skate in RL). It seems like the youths called the cops and they're trying to get them to take me away for 'loitering'. Damn dude I'm just sitting and eating my food... As the cops talk to the youths and start getting convinced to take me away, the older hobo steps up. It's really inspiring what he says, at the end he said something like "the mans just trying to eat his meal, he ain't go nothing else! You can take me but you can't take him!". I'm overwhelmed by it, why is he being nice to me after I was so rude to him? I start crying in the moment as his words touch me, tears roll freely down my face. The guy walks over and comforts me, he understands my pain and what it means to be alone. The police aren't going to hassle us, even the youths walk away.

[Notes]:
- This happened a while back, can't remember much about it.

[Fragment 1]:
I get into my car with a couple of friends (one of them is W). For some reason, the driver's seat is on the right side. I hear these strange gas-like sounds in the car behind me, and I look, and low and behold my friends are smoking crack in my car with a couple of test tubes. I flip out at them, and they get legit scared and run away. I run after them. I eventually find myself on top of this tree house, and these police/neighborhood watch people start shouting at me, scolding me for scolding my friends for having crack.

[Fragment 2]:
Something about my bus being late... turning onto a neighborhood street.

[Fragment 3]:
There was this crazy lightning storm above my house. [DREAMSIGN] It flew over and ended up on the east side, spewing out confetti-like sine wave lightning like crazy.

[Notes]:
- Very vivid.
- I wrote some rudimentary notes a while back, but now I can't remember that much outside of them.
- The setting was rather all over the place; it was more like I was watching a movie with cuts in between than actually flowing through a whole dream.

[Dream begins]:
My family doctor had prescribed me heroin, and I didn't really know why (possibly depression?). I was supposed to shoot up once a day, every morning. My syringes came in these blue or black plastic containers in packs of 10 or 20.

I had become dependent on it. In order to feel any sense of normality, I'd have to shoot up. On the first day of the dream, I shot up in the morning, but then started feeling crappy in the afternoon. I know I was only supposed to shoot once, but I just had to do it again. Thus began the cycle. The next day, I made it halfway through the day, then shot up again. Then again a couple hours later, and so on. At the end of the day, I realized that I had shot up five times. I realized I had a problem. The next day, I decided I would only shoot up once in the morning, as prescribed. I made it into the day a little, feeling relatively fine, and then I started to feel crappy. I had a HUD that had a happy meter that was like a battery, and it was nearing empty. I began to feel like my whole body was hurting, sweats, and fever.

[Dream ends]

NON-DREAM
DREAM
LUCID
FALSE AWAKENING
NIGHTMARE
FRAGMENT
TASK OF THE MONTH
(Unconnected dreams indicated by a *. Connected dreams indicated by a •. )

This dream was written in past tense because I was so excited at completing the basic task that I forgot to write in present tense.

• I fell asleep at 7 AM and soon found myself in a dream. At first, I only thought I was waking up after my nap. But after I witnessed time shifting (first I saw the evening star, then it was morning again, then night) in front of my eyes out my window, I did a nose pinch RC and realised I was dreaming. I got out of bed and walked downstairs. I looked into the dining room where I saw my mom. I then had a false awakening. My suspicion caused me to do another RC. I could breathe, so I knew I was still dreaming. I went to the fridge and opened it, and saw it was full of pudding cups. I decided since this was a dream, I could eat as many as I wanted. I ate a burger and it tasted like the real thing but the flavor was a bit weaker. I tried to utilize some dream control by conjuring up a backpack to put the pudding cups in. The backpack didn't appear even after I believed it would (heard you should believe, not try), but I just pretended to unzip the backpack and put the pudding cups in. I then walked out the door, pretending to be carrying a backpack, and decided to take a walk. I then remembered that I wanted to do the task of the month, which was laugh in a DCs face. I walked past a few people, then came across a guy who was fixing his fence. I walked up to him and proceeded to laugh right in his face. It was weak laughter, but that was probably due to it being a dream. I DID try to raise my chin and laugh like a villian in a cartoon, no matter how weak the laughter was. The man didn't give me a response.

12-18-15: Everything's been up and down like somewhat of a crazy game of Magic # (a Pricing Game on The Price Is Right with an impressive design that scared the crap out of me when I was younger when it appeared from a fade-in) months after I updated my Dream Journal. Also, I've been busy with other things, including a personal blog during that time.

Last night, however, left me with some inspiration to write after a heck of a bad day, as most of the stuff (the plot, some characters) in Secret Agent 25, or SA-025, for short (my attempt at a YA novel), are inspired by dreams I have had since the 1992-93 year living in Maryland (when my parents separated in 1991-92 and I was 6 going on 7 at the time) to now.

Ever since I started on SA-025, I have had a series of strange dreams involving possible characters, and most of those DCs had no spoken lines--even Wednesday (which was uneventful) and last week when it marked the return of the 'office buildings outside my room window' dream, something recurring since 2006-07.

This time, it was a possible scene from later on in the series of SA-025, where possibly another Agent 25 was talking to someone, and this transpired:
"Does this mean we'll move to South Florida?" Agent 25 asked.
"No." A female chaperone said, sternly.

Later on, Agent 25 and the woman went inside the building, looking like a library, where there was another woman sounding like a strict teacher I had at Southeast Raleigh Magnet High in the 2001-02 year, trying to give words of motivation, and just before the dream ends, there's a teenage girl with what appears to be a Surface tablet and it appears she is logged on to Twitter at a table, similar to a dream I had in the 2014-15 year, having brown eyes and brown hair, but she has no spoken lines as Agent 25 looks over her shoulder like a teacher. She also had a pink case to carry her Surface.

I have a feeling this may have taken place in Hemet, California, as the villainous Sterling clan's mansion in SA-025 is there, and the dream suggested it gets turned into an underground library. It could also have taken place somewhere in North Carolina, too, where a building for villains may have also been turned into an underground library.

I also have a tendency to throw DCs into my book as well, so I'll see what happens. Turning the Sterlings' mansion in my attempt at a YA novel into an underground library may not be such a bad idea. I don't mind getting dreams like this, personally.

(For those who don't understand, YA stands for young-adult fiction. It is a popular genre of books amongst teenagers.)

SC1) 12:51
True SC1
I woke up and had some small memories of dreamlets but nothing solid enough to put on paper. I did a WBTB to let the cat out of my room and also to eat some apple crumble (because why not? )

I don't usually wake up at this time so this is the first I've woken up for the 1st sleep cycle of the night.

SC2) 02:32
Dream - Boar hunt
I was in my house, yet it didn't exactly resemble it at first. It seemed that we were on a camp (university camp?) and I found out there was a huge pig/boar running around in the house. I decide to deal with it, it's in a small room that has a refrigerator and other food stuff in it. I knock the boar unconscious somehow and wonder if I should put it into the freezer and let it die that way? Hmm oh well I'll leave it for now. I decide to go ask for help, I head outside and on my way out of the small room I see a stack of bagged pig meat and blood and guts. When I get outside I see 3 guys and maybe 4 girls all sunbathing. The guys have their shirts off and the girls are bikinis, they're all lying on beach towels on the back deck of my house (though it's clear it's not my 'house' if that makes sense). I also remember one of the guys who was called Alex Sigley. I speak up and ask if someone wants to go half with me on the boar I just killed, 3 of the guys say yes but none of the girls want any. One girl then gets up with a sigh as she knows how to deal with the boar (butchering it or something) which is what I wanted, I have no clue how to deal with this thing.

My current WBTB alarm is set to 02:00 and I need to set it to 02:30 I think, as that seems to be the right time to wake up.

SC3) 04:18
Dream - Bomb shelter
I'm on a road near where I live there the road forks off. There was quite a few people here on the road with me and we were chatting (though I don't remember who they were). We must have been doing some sort of roadworks. Things were pretty happy during most of the dream but towards the end a train arrived. It turned the corner out of one of the roads that forked off and headed onto our road (this is impossible, and also there's no train there in RL). We alert each other to the train and head over to the pavement, I have to pull along a retard who was clapping his hands. There's a person doing the announcements, he berates us and I notice we're missing some people. The missing people had been 'dealt with'. "Keep away from the manhole cover!" the announcer announced angrily. I can tell he's evil. The manhole cover he spoke of was a sort of 'time capsule' for the rich, so they could be protected in the case of nuclear fallout (Fallout 4 reference I guess). There's a bunch of rich folk (who look like they're from the 1950s) streaming out of the train I think, but they had also supposedly just exited the manhole, but they were walking towards the manhole (rather than away from it), and also seemed to be walking past it. (Poor dream logic but I didn't catch on so no lucid ).

SC4) 05:58
Dream - Balding
I'm in the bathroom looking into the mirror, WHAT THE HELL. My hair has bald patches all through it! Ugh, oh no... This can't be real? I have a FA and I'm in the bathroom again, but this time my hair is normal. Phew, it was just a dream . I keep looking at the mirror just to make sure, my reflection is quite accurate. But as I look at my eyes... My iris' don't seem right, they look like solid green disks with a black pupil that isn't quite in the center. Hmm??? It changes a couple times, why is it doing that? Oh wait, I must be dreaming. It all seems so obvious now. I take a step back and my vision is that of a severely drunk person, why can't I see well? I decide on going straight to doing telekinesis on the toilet. I raise my hand and will the toilet to float but to no avail. Meanwhile I'm still seeing the world in a sort of drunken state. Geeze maybe that's why I can't do telekinesis? Oh! It must be because I went cross-eyed looking at my reflection earlier? ( best dream logic) I 'uncross' my eyes and the dream becomes less shaky. That's better. I walk out of the bathroom and to my room, I try to do telekinesis again but my vision kind of becomes a bit drunk once more and I'm unsuccessful at telekinesis.

SC5) 07:00
Dream - Restaurant
I remember being in a restaurant and I think I'm an employee. The restaurant has a dark wooden texture and has an appropriate dim mood-light setting for dining out. I'm at the checkout talking to an Indian girl who is a fellow employee, I think we're talking about something and she might be teaching me how to work here. Her face is next to mine, side by side with a bit of a gap between us. She says something and it's a bit flirtatious and she moves in to kiss me. Our lips touch and I'm like 'Oh shit, have I just cheated on my gf? Well... I'm in the middle of the kiss, I'll wait until it's over' (for some reason I thought this was the only option ). The kiss was very vivid, I remember closing my eyes to it and feeling the texture of her lips, they soft and have a smooth feeling which made me think it wasn't quite right for how kissing should feel. She gets into the kiss, I wake up before it finishes.

I tried writing this down but all I wrote was 'Kiss in restaurant, I'm an employee'. I must have really struggled to stay awake O_O

Dream fragment - Disgusting Toes
I'm in the living room at home and see that my mum has just gotten home from work. She's taking her shoes off as I go and talk to her about my toes. They have these absolutely revolting, putrid, disgusting bubbly veruca wart growths on them, mostly on my big left toe, the bottom of the toe next to it and a couple other toes. My mum doesn't take it seriously enough, can she see how disgusting it looks? I'm a little stressed and anxious about the whole thing. I remember that I may have gotten them from an earlier dream in the night where I was running at night time with a couple people. Something happened and there was broken glass on the ground which had the blood of someone else I was with on it. I got a few shards in my toes and that's how my foot got infected it seems.

I've practicing at least every other day about an hour - 1.5 hours. They have not been at ideal times - low motivation to get up at 6 a.m or wake up at 3 a.m. which I've let fear of the dark and stillness stop me in a few cases. But i believe practice is practice...

Today I slept like 10 hours haha (i'm pregnant and so so tired lately) I also wanted to shake off a horrible nightmare about losing the baby ugh! Had a nice sexual dream XD that definitely cleared things up and put me in a better mood.

So I relaxed around 11:30 a.m - within 20 minutes i believe I started getting the vibrations. Like always, starts at the fingertips and later feet and legs. I tried several techniques to relax even deeper to get full body vibrations. One that helped vibrate my entire face and head was relaxing my face to the point where it felt like my skin was sliding off my bones (best way i can explain it) and not moving my eyes at all, they fell into position looking downwards. It worked! STILL... nothing on my chest and belly. I've never had vibrations there and don't know how to relax my chest, it feels uneasy and stiff from breathing.

*** I feel lots of poking and jerking all over. It feels like my body is doing it though... disappointing since i practically beg for help from my guides. Would love to know more!

My body was extremely heavy and i felt a distant ache. This went on for a long time. I tried different techniques to get out of the body - rope, clapping my hands, reaching for something, rolling over, going back to the images and looking at upwards towards my third eye... no images at all, i rarely get them.

I felt the hours pass by- I decided to give up by try something different. So i slowly opened and closed my eyes a few times. I said to myself how funny it feels like i can't move but i'm sure i can... and then i tried... and NOTHING! I was glued to the bed with my eyes wide open and fully awake! That went on for two minutes trying to lift my limbs up. I closed my eyes and meditated for a few minutes and my body was still vibrating. I opened my eyes looked around.. hoping to see shadow people like i've read... nothing. I forced my arms up with all the strength i had and slowly pulled my body away. I'd like to mention i wasn't scared and haven't been scared yet while i'm trying to WILD, always in the most relaxed state i can be.

It was now 1:30 .. oops!

So when to give up? I could have gone for a couple more hours i think lol. Would love input on this experience and advice on what i should try next. I'm definitely going to do it at a more appropriate time for starters.

Thanks for reading! You are all I got folks

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I'm in an abandonned hospital, it's brightly light by the sun through broken windows, with dust pilled up in the corners and medical furnitures abandonned around. There was some kind of catastrophy, something that turned the majority of humanity into flesh-eating monsters. I'm trying ton round-up survivors. I walk the allyways, following sounds, and find two teenagers girls huddled in a room, crying. I don't have time to confort them and pull them on their feet to get out of the place. I hear crying again, and right outside the door is another girl in a white nighty with her dark hair loose around her face, holding her own arm and swaying on her feet. The arm she's holding is deadly white, with the veins showing up in dark purples and sickly green. She's infected, turning. I slam the door in her face and scream to the girls to come and help me keep the door closed, but they're too scared and stay rooted in place. The other girl is banging on the door, the whole thing rattling on it's frame and hurting my shoulder. The frame start splittering, but before she manages to destroy it I hear her scream and then it's silence. I slowly open the door and there's giant dogs on the other sides, waiting. I pat a head here and scratch a ear there, the pack rounding the girls up and we get out. We're out on the streets, and our little group is joined by the other survivors, keeping close for protection. I'm the pack leader, the huntress.
We're looking for a house to live in. The street is going up, and the houses on each side are painted white with dark blue tilted roof. Both have a tower, and the one on the right have a big wooden gate, the bottom of it quite weathered and rotting. A couple of survivors and me crawl under that gate and find ourselves in front of an other gate, in fare more better shape. The more slender of us manage to crowl under this one too, and I tell her to open it. The dogs sniffle and whine behind the gate, and as soon as they are in the house they scatter to scout it. We take everyone in and close the gates.
I follow the sound of my pack and find them ripping appart an infected; it's a quick affair, and they are careful not to splatter everything. I get the survivor to the upper levels of the house. It's a big duplex rooms, with beds scattered around, and drapes for some makeshift privacity. I'm given a corner place, with two beds, one to sleep, one to "work as a desk". I thanks the woman giving me my place and go back to the pack. I notice that some of the dog are in fact wild boars, but there are as easygoing as the others. I pet them and go back up. There are clothes on my bed, a dress of beige taffeta and black tulles, with a poffy skirt, alongside a pair of sheer, black tights and a pair of being, shimmering thight high. I change, putting the thight hight over the tights. It's warm and comfy, and the dress dances when I move. I'm walking away when a old, petite woman with black hair and a heavily lined face give me high heels made of a transparent material, decorated with small, shining black pearls and porcelains beige flowers. I slip them on... And wake up.

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(Unconnected dreams indicated by a *. Connected dreams indicated by a •. )

I didn't recall any dreams this morning (still doing CAT), but here is a lucid dream I recorded on the 14th that I never posted here.

I'm in a place that looks like a small grocery store, almost like Molsberry's Market. I remember to do a nose pinch RC, and I can breathe through my pinched nose. I do it again to double check. I realize I am dreaming and I decide to walk around the store, but my sister is there and I feel she is following me. I try to utilize some dream control by saying to myself "I'm alone in this store". When I reach the exit, there is a cashier there, but he doesn't say anything. My sister hands me a shopping cart and leads me to a kind of stunt ramp situated on a road bridge (those elevated highways you sometimes see). Utilizing my dream control again, I float myself up to the ramp. I get butterflies in my stomach but I try to push them down by reminding myself that I'm dreaming. There are some people, mostly guys, doing flips and dangerous stunts on the ramp. One guy lands in the nearby lake/ocean with a broken bike. My cart has turned into a bike and, even though I still know I'm dreaming, do not want to take such a risk.

There is a slight improvement in dream control here (especially the floating part) but you see I have trouble controlling DCs (In childhood I had dreams where the DCs would scare me, either by popping in front of me suddenly, speaking loudly in gibberish, or I would get the eerie feeling I was being watched or followed.)