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LUCID DREAM # 10- THIRD WILD SUCCESS

January 18, 2015: Background: Megavitamin BID, 5-HTP 100mg h.s., 8mg Galantamine + 500mg Choline @ 4:00am: I go immediately back to bed after taking G and Ch. As usual, I have trouble falling asleep immediately. Had two short dream scenes in which I was 100% lucid, but could not get to “form” properly and lost after only a few moments. In the first, an attractive long, dark haired woman was slinging her pocketbook over her left shoulder - the arm furthest from me. The scene around her is vague and poorly detailed. I “yell" with my inner voice, “focus" but the scene fades instead and I “wake” a bit, recollecting that I’d taken supplements and was trying to induce an LD. After a short interval of steady breathing and relaxation with nothing more than black blankness, a scene develops in which I am making a purchase of some kind and go to the check-out counter. The “counter” greatly resembles a cheap faux-leather weight lifting bench more than a check-out counter. The woman behind the counter is the Russian woman from the movie Dodgeball with her hair up in buns and buck teeth. As this is happening, I “wake" as I hear Lynne come into the master bedroom accompanied by the sound of the door bottom scraping over the deep pile carpet as she opens, enters, and then closes the bedroom door. I hear her open the bathroom door and make her usual morning sounds for a while. I am aware that I am in my bed trying to LD, so I keep my eyes closed and remain still. This, it turns out is a FALSE AWAKENING. Lynne NEVER came into the bedroom. It was a dream all along. THIS segues into a full blown LD that lasts approximately 20 minutes.

January 18, 2015: Lucid dream: I find myself in an industrial size kitchen with Jenny G******t and Lynne. Jenny looks to be about 30 or so, Lynne looks her current age. I am 100% aware from the outset that this is a dream based upon the completely foreign setting, and because Jenny is there and way too young. I look around the huge kitchen. Lots of stainless steel appliances, pots, pans, utensils and counter tops. The walls themselves appear to be rough concrete - meant to be functional for the purpose of preparing meals for several hundred people the expense of any attractiveness. I walk up to Jenny intent on proving this is a dream. “What was the name of your first husband, I ask.” "Bob," she replies. I think to myself “Shit, she got that right.” I go up to Lynne. “What is your birthday?” She gives me a nonsensical answer and I think “WoooHoo, I’m dreaming!”

I leave the kitchen via an arched passageway that is reasonably well lit, but seems like a catacomb with built in recesses and shelves. Everyone I see is OLD, with grey hair. Not one person looks less than 80. I begin to fear I too am old, and have been committed to this horrid nursing home type place along with other aged and infirmed people in an institution whose kitchen I have just left.

As I walk the hall I come upon a man lying flat in a hospital bed against the right-hand wall. His head is away from me as I approach. The bed rails are down. He is covered by sheets but for some reason I think he has had an amputation of his right leg. I go up to him. He is reading a book in bed. I ask to see it and he hands it to me. There is a picture on the cover of a woman in a modern gymnasium setting lying flat on one of the workout machines. The picture is too small to make out much more than the fact that she is naked. The book appears to be her self-published book on bodybuilding while naked. The man throws back the sheets and I am relieved to see he has two good legs. He gets out of bed and walks from the direction I have just come, so I drop the book on his now empty bed and continue on my way.

I come upon a window on the left side of the catacomb wall which is an arched bricked affair with no glass - like you might see in a medieval castle. Inside the hall the only perceptible color is an institutional flat off-white. Outside, somewhat below me, are dozens of peaked houses with brightly colored wooden trim, shining in the bright daylight. From the window I can make out green, red, yellow and blue painted wood-trimmed Alpine--like houses built into numerous hill sides! I immediately want to escape to the outside, but fear that as a resident of this place, an alarm will sound the moment I try to escape. While looking down out of the window, I see there is an alley immediately below me where a bunch of men (employees of the facility in which I am trapped) are smoking cigarettes. I leave the window and walk on. Very shortly I come upon a short passageway also off to my left which has a very substantial door at its end. I immediately realize I have no chance whatsoever of getting out that way, but I go to try the door handle anyway. Just as I reach for the handle, the door is opened from the outside by one of the men from the alley! I am startled when he holds the door open for me and allows me to exit. My immediate concern is that I will quickly be pursued like an escaped prisoner, but no alarm is raised...so out I go!

As I walk past the remainder of the men in the alley, I ask “Where are we?” I am told “London!” Out the alley I turn left onto a much broader street. I can see it remains fairly level as far as I can see, but all the streets off of it to the right appear “down hill” and those on the left are up a bit. Because I’m concerned about being old (after all, I was in a nursing home) I chose to stay on the level road, worried that if I go downhill on one of the side streets I won’t be able to walk back up, and if I go uphill it will tax my abilities. At the first intersection I approach, a Bobby in full uniform complete with hat, whistle and gold buttons is seen standing in the middle of the road. He immediately waves me safely across to the right side of the street, and I walk down the right hand sidewalk past pubs, storefronts, and walls with air conditioners sticking out through them. The Bobby is the last dream character I see. The street has no other people or cars on it. On my left (across the street) a large blue-water harbor glistens in the sun. No boats are upon the water. However, there are light poles and benches for sitting at intervals. I walk down my side of the street marveling at all the detail. I actually laugh out loud in my dream when I remind myself that incredibly, this is a dream! I know exactly who I am, and that I’m really in my bed sleeping and dreaming and that I got “here” by taking supplements! Even more amazing, while walking down the street ruminating over where my real life self was, I remembered that in real life I had finished upgrading some parts on one of my model helicopters and if I was going to test fly it, I needed to get up early before it started to rain! After a few more moments of wandering, I decided I needed to wake up and do that. Since the dream was kind of boring with no dream characters in sight, I told myself to wake up, and I woke up! Wake time = 7:00am.

Dec 17th - Jan 19th 2015 Super Brief Notes LD's #254 to 270 With Dry Spell

Super quick notes to catch up.

12/17/14 FA "back to sleep" vibrations, stay patient then visuals with eyes closed. Flight to Girl Friday's house and lose patience. Decide to fly up to moon but can't find it and decide I will drop down a bit and land on the moon but end up in a living room with my son about 12 years younger! Hold his hand and talk. #254

quicker...

12/18 cute DC gets me thinking about dream options turns into LD. woman in black is creepy and other weird DC's. Talk to them all searching for SC insight but dumb answers. I mostly ignore woman in black until she re-asserts herself. 255

12/19 with Wife on bench, a sexy woman approaches. Semi to full LD. Boldness initiated. Telepathically tell them to kiss and remove clothes. Sexy! 256

<vacation starts and I change everything I'm doing and pay the price with a dry streak after which I am slow to get back in the groove. Up to this point I was rolling strong 16 LD's in the first 19 days of December.>

12/30 I feel bold early in dream probably assisted by bold visualizations after WBTB. I tell all of the female DC's to follow and gather around me and I float up to a mezzanine overlooking a wide open library-like indoor space to get a good look around at the women. Sex and watching another woman undress sexily. 257

12/31 lucid at seeing deceased father-in-law. Happy to see this dream sign back! 258

Trying to DEILD. Clump of simple images in mostly empty void becomes more complete and I start air swimming towards the scene. Explore a video game-like green landscape by air. 259

1/5/15 become lucid in doctors office probably from seeing cute woman. 260

FA caught: semi to full LD. Crawl over bed. What if someone in bed? Sure enough. Must be a dream! End up in void. Another FA in bed caught due to unlikely scenario. Nudge vibrations. Void. Closed eye teleport. Eventually scene forms in bedroom. Cool courtyard between buildings do backwards TOTM while attempting to find crystal ball for other advanced task. Western shoot'em up! See TOTM thread 1/5 for more complete description. Only counting one LD in this FA series. 261

1/10 on couch with Wife I get dreamy ideas bring another woman in. Sexual then end up outdoors confusion then regain lucidity. Dance with beautiful woman and she becomes this glowing gorgeous bright eyed blonde. 262

Riding down street trucks passing I recognize the street from earlier dream and realize I'm dreaming. Billboard. 263

Praying for someone who seemed to get news of terminal illness my eyes are closed and I see the words "me too" and right below "smile." I take this as a sign that I am being given the opportunity to be lucid but wake. Not counting.

1/11 epic night...to be continued...

Date: 03 Jan

Late bed and ealy wake, no time to wbtb

I find myself in a large room, looks like a mix between a shop and a bar. My awareness gradually goes up and I know I'm dreaming. I recall the task with the crystal ball and head over to the guy behind the counter. There are a few crystal balls that look like empty snow globes, but they are in the distance so I have to walk around a labyrinth of counters. I tell the DC working there to bring me the crystal ball, so that I don't have to maneuver myself all the way there. He is very uncooperative and refuses to do so. By the time I reach the counter those particular crystal balls pop out of existence.

The dream becomes very dynamic, I almost lose all lucidity while some DCs next to me fight over which cakes they want to eat. There are a number of delicious cakes everyone wants to try. I get hold of one very tasty and start eating with my hands. I contemplate on that and my awareness goes up again, after all it's a dream, so I'm free to eat any way I want. I remember the crystall ball task again, this time the (same?) DC leaves a large crystal sphere next to me and I examine it. It's a very beautiful crystal ball with no stand, and little lines and cracks in star-like shapes can be seen inside. I make a mental note about those, then proceed to see the future. I look inside but it doesn't show anything, just becomes a little blurry. I decide to cover it with my hands, concentrate and then reveal it again.

On and beyond the blurry surface, some objects become slightly more visible. I am still unable to fully understand what exactly it is showing but now it's almost as good as becoming part of another scene, while still being here in the bar/shop. Finally, I see a number of objects neatly arranged, like they are put on sale, on a sunny bright day on the street. Pretty much what I make out of the scene is that it shows some kind of a street stand with souvenirs or so. The zooming in almost transports me to the scene, but not quite. I interrupt the action and stop to contemplate on it for a while and review the task.

Frag: Another later part of the dream/other dream where I once again think about completing the task and not doing a wbtb, and about using this techique as a teleport.

Also, looking at my image in a mirror, dream ends soon after.

I had taken a two-hour nap earlier in the day, so when I went to bed at 1:45am I did not feel particularly sleepy. It seemed like a good opportunity to get lucid, so I fixed intention on fireworks task and did a few rounds of SSILD before falling asleep.

I had an NLD that was strongly WoW-influenced (day residue) in which I had gotten stuck in the middle of a quest chain and was searching the environment for objects that had a yellow exclamation point over them. This went on for a long time but at some point I finally recognized that I was dreaming. Although this pushed me near waking and disrupted the dream, I had enough awareness to avoid moving and held on to dreamstate as well as I could. I searched for something to better anchor me there, and noticed that I could distinctly hear voices conversing, although I could not see the figures—in fact I couldn't see anything at all.

I don't recall the specific words now although I could hear them clearly at the time. I recall how spontaneous and random the conversation seemed, with no relationship I could discern to day residue, my own memories, or even the earlier dream. I listened carefully to try to figure out what was going on. A younger girl who sounded like a teenager was arguing with an older woman about something she wanted to do. At first I assumed it was her mother but then decided it must be a caretaker after she called her "Nanny" at one point. I was not involved in the scenario, I was just listening in the dark.

Even though I didn't feel integrated into my dream body and lacked visuals altogether, the audible conversation was so vivid that I figured I must be reasonably secure in the dream state, so I figured I'd try the TOTM and see if I could coax a better REM state into effect. The fireworks task was perfect for this, since it was something I could attempt without moving much or needing anything from the environment. I imagined holding out my hand, palm up, and shooting fireworks from the center of my palm. Something did happen: I could half-see a kind of ghostly outline of my hand, like when you look at it in almost total darkness, and then above the palm emerged a faint graphic that resembled a model of the solar system, with the planets hanging in space and lines indicating their orbits.

It's hard to describe what "seeing" this was like, since it was neither seeing in the usual sense, nor was it merely thinking or imagining, but something in between, or possibly different from them all. Have you ever been in a situation where it was so dark that you looked at your hand and weren't sure that you were really seeing it or your mind was just filling in the outlines where it knew they should be? It was a bit like that, but different, because in addition to my hand I could also "see" the solar system graphic, an image I would not have expected, and because ultimately I didn't feel like I was really "seeing" any of this with my eyes, even dream eyes. Part of the problem is that I still didn't feel fully embodied, so the darkness didn't just feel like an absence of light, but like a condition—inner darkness as opposed to outer darkness? Even at the time I suspected I wasn't in full REM. The visual impression was there, but it didn't register as genuinely visual.

I decided that I must not be dreaming deeply enough to see properly, and this gave rise to a more substantial physical sensation of lying in my bed, as though I had woken up, yet I knew clearly that I was still in the dream state. I had half a mind to try fireworks again right then and there, and half a mind to better integrate with the dream body, so it seemed like what happened next was an amalgamation of the two intentions. I was focusing on my hands and they began to rotate rapidly, not the normal rotation permitted by the wrist joint, but a full 360-degree rotation, as though they were propellers. They were moving so fast that I could feel the vibrations throughout my whole body.

Although this result had been spontaneous and unexpected, I wondered if I could use it to leverage myself out of the bed, since apart from my weird propeller hands, I still didn't feel well-connected to the dream body. I hesitated to try any larger movements lest I accidentally move my real body and wake up. So I let my left propeller hand slacken and lifted the right, willing it to turn into something like the blade of a helicopter that might elevate me vertically out of bed. The propeller movement became wider and faster, as though my whole forearm was now spinning around the elbow, and the vibrations intensified, but I felt no sense of lift. I remembered that helicopter blades needed to be angled a certain way in order to provide lift, and tried to will my propeller arm to work similarly, but I guess I don't know enough about aerodynamics to convince myself that I could pull it off!

Since the right arm was not doing the trick on its own, I put my left arm back in play to provide more oomph. Now both my propeller arms were rotating at incredible speed and I could feel the whole bed vibrating along with my body. I couldn't believe that all this movement wasn't waking up my husband, who was lying pressed up right next to me. This is a common failing of dream logic: even when I am perfectly aware that I am dreaming, I irrationally worry that something I am doing might disrupt his sleep. Around this time I woke up for real, and of course he was over on his side of the bed, so the feeling of close physical contact had also been a dream impression.

It was unusual that the audio and physical impressions were so clear but that the visual field remained opaque. Is this an NREM state? The closest parallel I've experienced to this in the initial stage of many WILDs, right after transition, and in those cases I have also theorized that REM hadn't fully kicked in yet.

Morning of January 18, 2015. Sunday.



Of the thousands of variations that have been rendered in my dreams of my Cubitis home since 1968, along comes a completely different one after over thirty years of last having been there. This one is a little more diverse than usual. I do not believe this is due to long-term memory distortion either, because there were alterations of the house in my dreams when I was living there (and indeed, as there have been with all places I have lived). This is also another “extra window” dream as with a recent dream about my present home. My dream is very vivid (fully in-body), though I am not lucid at any point.

My dream seemingly takes place late at night. My wife Zsuzsanna is with me (though she has never been to America). My computer setup in real life is somewhat similar to how it is set up in my bedroom in my dream, with the monitor facing the windows directly behind me (in my dream, north). At one point, I turn around to look out the jalousie windows. There seems to be at least one additional (fictional) large window, immediately to the left of the door to the carport.

This variation is unusual in that it seems to be the first time the house has been directly rendered in the middle of a seemingly large city (though there were many early precognitive dreams concerning the new highway and such at the back of our property). There is even a well-maintained city street (and sidewalks) close to the house where the northern side yard (and the orange grove beyond) would otherwise be, running east and west. Also, the playground from my elementary school has replaced our large front yard though as if being another city block west of us. There is a shorter chain-link fence along that part of the sidewalk, the sidewalk of which replaces our long real-life driveway (the playground area being open in reality and which otherwise faced the rest of the school grounds). I do not know what would be in our backyard and easterly as we remain in our bedroom throughout my dream.

Two (unknown) teenage girls are walking from the west along the chain-link fence on our side of the street. Eventually, it is a group of four girls. There is also an older male and his wife or girlfriend walking from the same direction at one point, about ten feet ahead of the girls.

I decide to close all the windows for privacy in case my wife and I become more intimate. I close two windows (including the fictional one) without incident. However, when I go to close the outside door’s jalousie window, the handle wobbles (as a different one did in real life until I finally fixed it) and a glass pane falls out from near a lower row and smashes in our carport. This is an odd incident though, as there is an additional somewhat confusing and uncertain aspect to it by which I also somehow “feel” the weight and momentum of the event as it happens (an odd but vivid perception not possible in reality but which has occurred in dreams). At the same time I was closing our window, the older male, as he was walking easterly by with his partner (to the left of her), apparently threw a large (unknown) object into our carport (possibly something of ours that was in the carport - I get the vague impression of a golf club but we never had any in reality) so that it hit the window as I was closing it, which possibly is what caused the pane to come out. There is the idea that the male was also startled by the window breaking even though he was seemingly (possibly absentmindedly) vandalizing the place (even though he is about sixty and seems dressed neatly). I call out “hey” and the couple continues to walk out of view, but walking a little faster now.

I mention to my wife about how “they” broke our window, but by this point, the group of four girls (mostly all in blue jeans and singlets) is there just north of the carport (on the fictional sidewalk) who think I am accusing them. They all stop and look into the carport and through the jalousie window of the door. I notice that the area seems fairly built-up and see what may be stores and taller commercial buildings across the (fictional) street in the semidarkness. One of the girls talks about how it was not her or any of her friends who broke the window and she talks about the male who is no longer in the immediate area. I am aware of who did it, of course, but I do not coherently confirm this to them. They do not seem angry or even annoyed at any point, though. They continue to hang around and I guess they are worried about getting into trouble for something they did not do. However, I am still contemplating on whether the window coincidentally broke when something was thrown near the door and perhaps was not directly broken by the older male. As I wake, I am trying to gather my thoughts in a manner that I can tell them to go on their way and not worry about our broken window, without insulting them or giving them cause for them to believe I think they were vandalizing the house but for some reason, I cannot logically come up with how to communicate this at all as my dream fades.

Details to follow later.

One of the most unpleasant situations in my life has resulted in one of my most memorable dreams (albeit nightmare basically):

+ (epic) struggle against me and my wife at work: theft of our precious silver, confrontation, race to the police, return to work, locked in, weird visuals of the process of manipulation of clay into various faces, drive through suburban cityscape with hills of golden maple and pink cherry trees, view of massive mall/movie theater complex to the right

I'm in a workplace with my wife, there are long hallways and clusters of desks spread around. ("We" means wife and I were basically together the entire dream). We go to a different group in a cluster of desks/cubes, they're hostile to us. Their manager is also hostile to us. A guy there doesn't like me wife because he thinks that she is always giving them tasks to do with out any effort spent herself.

I see down a long hallway that this guy is standing at the cabinet that houses our precious silver tableware. The top drawer of the cabinet is open, and this guy has a plastic bag spread out on top and is unloading the tableware into the bag. I run up to him and yell at him and shove him away angrily. I speak to my wife that we need to lock the cabinet in the hallway, I imagine a key inserted into a lock and turning, engaging a lock. I return to the cabinet and open the top drawer, and it is empty, we've been robbed!

We're again with the hostile group, sitting down leaning against the desks, and I get a vibe that the guy is going to attack us, he stands up and starts backing away, I think he's trying to get proper distance to launch some attack, so I quickly run up to him and close the distance, he keeps backing away and I keep coming up right next to him. I look down and see that he has a revolver tucked into the front of his jeans, I immediately grab for it and take it into my left hand, start to walk away and call for my wife to join me urgently, we must get out of here and call the police. The pistol is small, but deadly, he could have shot us. I right away open the cylinder and empty the (somewhat colorful) rounds into my right hand, and place the rounds into my right pocket and the now unloaded revolver into my left pocket.

We're exiting the building in haste, we must call the police, it's important to get our story registered first, the hostiles will try to get their story first. Should we go to the PA police department or the CU police department? The PA does not deal with cases outside of their jurisdiction I think / my wife says, OK, let's go to the CU then.

Outside in a parking lot looking for our car, the spot is empty, "They've stolen our car!" my wife exclaims. No, we "remember" quickly that we simply moved our car ourselves far away, we'll have to go and get it.

Driving now through rolling suburban hills with businesses around. To the left I notice a striking hillside covered with shining golden maple trees. I look closer and the trees seem to be pink Japanese cherry trees. I look to the right and down a steep hill I see a massive mall complex below, it's also a giant movie theater, and as we drive past I think what sorts of movies play there, I see some large (actors?) faces on a marque, maybe I should go to this mall to check it out.

Back in the work place, it's empty, I think they could come and lock us in.

Talking with some guy at work, his job over the years has been to create a system for transforming lumps of clay into faces. I see a lump of clay up close, there is a narration about the different parts of it, and soon it is getting pushed and pulled and formed into a series of about 5-6 different heads/faces with open mouths, mostly sort of monster looking. I'm thinking this has taken a long time and seems sort of like a wasted effort.

(Waking from this dream was a relief, the sense of dread and forboding was constant throughout the whole thing. I quickly realized though that as a dream it was fairly awesome in terms of "present" experience, continuity, length/coherence, and visuals.)

+ pushing through crowds crossing the street to get to the buses

A crowd of people is standing at a crosswalk waiting for the signal to light, some are "beeping" behind us telling us to go. We wait for the signal, and cross the street, and we're in a sort of bus station. Buses and coming and going, our bus is full and leaving, there are so many buses around that we can probably catch another one.

Move into a group of (woman?) talking/laughing about something?

+ (semi/almost lucid) getting sexually daring with a woman and in front of a mirror

I'm in a bedroom, I'm following around a black woman, not terribly attractive but I'm still following her around. We're standing in front of a mirror her attention is not on me, but I get an idea and want to start exposing myself so that I can see myself and the woman in the mirror but so that she doesn't see me. I'm doing this on and off stopping when she looks? Then I take her aside to the bed and pull out my (ahem) to show her, and the dream ends….

1. I know I had a dream, but don't remember the details due to laziness. I woke up at the end and actually considered writing it down but decided to just go back to sleep.

2. I was participating in a race of some sort, yet I saw no one else. The first section was rather normal, simply running. That lead into jumping off of a platform and flying for a large portion of the race. The flying part wove in and out of odd structures and was quite fast. Oddly enough I could not see my limbs during this section. (I don't recall if I could during the first section, I simply noticed it here.) It ended with a rather terrifying moment of suddenly finding myself without the capacity for flight and plummeting down into a glass and metal tube leading under the ocean. I don't recall what method by which I traveled through there, I only recall seeing marine life and continuations of some of the odd structures underwater outside the glass walls. At the end of this section was a long slope downward that, oddly enough, ended on a platform around a hundred meters above the water. (And I could see my limbs again.)

From the platform, about a dozen different paths branched off. Some were conventional walkways with railings, some lacked the railings but were otherwise normal (Ignoring that none had supports and were floating so high), while others were odd creations of twisted wood or metal. All of the walkways headed in different directions and had seemingly random turns and intersections to them. In general, all of them lead downwards, though in a roundabout way. I ran along a relatively normal one for a time before feeling that I needed to move faster and dropping off the edge to one of the more twisted, broken paths a short distance below. From there I got a running start and jumped to a path that was only a thin black bar and swung off of it to reach another path. I dropped down from there to another broken path, receiving a nasty cut on my arm and hand as I clipped a ragged edge on metal on the way. This constant dropping down, swinging off of bars, and running along paths continued for a time before I made a running leap a good distance across and down and landed hard on a smaller platform.

Five paths branched off of the platform a short distance and each ended. One was a standard walkway, another a staircase, two were simply black metal beams, about fifteen centimeters wide that sloped down and had a couple of sharp turns. I started down the metal beam to my left. I stopped just before the end when I saw a sign that, after a moment to decipher, said 'Incorrect Path.' I caught myself just before sliding off into a good fifty meter drop into the ocean below and clambered my way back to the platform. From there I chose the normal walkway (concrete floor with low, solid, black metal walls) and ran to the end of it and down a staircase. I saw a door and rushed towards it but stopped just before it. The scene seemed to distort, like static, for a moment and words appeared on the door. As before, they read 'Incorrect Path' though the letters occasionally switched into distorted shapes before returning to normal. (Usually one or two at a time) Then I heard someone call out from behind. Before I turned, the words changed to 'Don't turn around.' I did anyway, there was no other place to go without a long fall. At the top of the stairs was a woman whose appearance shifted in a similar fashion to the words from before, with specific aspects going to static, changing, then returning to normal. Her voice did the same and she said something about not leaving. I tried to get past her but the moment I got near my vision turned odd and I ended up elsewhere.

I'm not sure how I got back to it, but I ended up on the small platform again. This time I noticed that all of the paths said incorrect at the start (The words were not there previously and floated in front of each) save for the normal path, which had no words. I took that path again, thinking that it might have a different result. I ended at the same door, and it once again said incorrect path with distorted words. I turned, and sure enough there was the woman again. Though this time not distorted. That was when I woke up.

Morning of January 16, 2015. Friday.



In the first scene in my dream, I end up fishing near an isolated boathouse (east of where I am) for a short time, and I get the impression it is near the Black River in La Crosse (though I have not fished there in over twenty years). It is not really my intention to fish at first, and I am aware that I do not have a fishing license, but I discover that I have a fishing rod so I decide to try it to see if anything happens. There is already a larger treble hook on my line with no bait. Even though there is no bait, I lower the line close to the wharf into the murky water. I am hoping no one else shows up, especially if I catch a fish. After vividly (and accurately) feeling movement related to my line, I realize that the hook may become snagged on man-made debris or aquatic plants. Such is the case the first couple of times I feel tugs when reeling back in, but then there is an obvious weight pulling and moving the line for a time. At first I think it may be a large, perhaps even dangerous fish, but It turns out to only be a bluegill and I lift it up out of the water fairly quickly.

I am soon more clearly aware of being bilocated in the kitchen on Loomis Street and the specific area I had been fishing in is bilocated with the Loomis Street bathroom, near the bathtub, but in a very subtle “invisible” sense for the most part, other than the kitchen features being more in view at one point. I am mostly also still outside on a wharf fishing in the river. My wife walks into the kitchen aka wharf (more specifically - an ambiguous composite perspective of being indoors and outdoors at the same time but quite common in my dreams since earliest memory) and I say to her, “look at this” with the idea that I could catch more fish and - as I am already in the kitchen - could just clean them as I catch them for a meal later on. However, due to the ambiguity of the bilocated features, I decide to throw the fish back (even though I sense it will not live) in case a game warden shows up on the wharf.

After I pull the hook out of the fish’s gills (where it was mostly snagged) with very well-rendered aspects at this point (including sense of touch), and throw it back, my dream shifts into a completely different scenario…

It is related to a dark-haired male that had recently graduated from high school, though there are several other unknown people around. This is a fictional tulpa-like character and persona that I created (from scratch) in the 1980s, named Alan T. Another character, also tulpa-based, yet somewhat reminiscent of Christian Slater, is another relevant character. From here, my dream begins to make fun of the incomprehensibly stupid idea “your mind cannot create new people”. I find this interesting since it follows the other dream scene relative to a real-life event where a fabricated charge of fishing without a license was given when I was younger (the officer actually took my valid license to hide it in an attempt to make it look like I did not have one, but then decided to give it back when I mentioned my brother-in-law was the other male in the area - though his report had already been fabricated as such and appeared as such - “fishing without a license” - in court). I think this combined set of dream scenes (at least to this point) has to do with the fact that much of mainstream society has no credibility or validity in what they say or believe, especially certain forms of “let’s just randomly fill-in-the-blanks” authority. My real-life false arrest was mostly to meet a quota (I even heard them talking about this from another room at the time) - and is in complete contrast to naïve people who believe you have to do something wrong to be arrested or go to jail. I pleaded “no contest”, meaning “guilty” (relevant to time already served in this case - only because my brother-in-law was ready to go to the newspaper and expose them if I was not released) for a false charge based on a nonexistent event and fabricated report - and it is my strong belief (again, based on experience) that this probably happens all the time but no one really says or does anything.

In my dream, Alan seems concerned over why he cannot remember Eddie (the other tulpa). This is something to do with a wampum belt being similar to rosary beads in trying to recover lost memories. The scene “resets” and repeats at least once. I talk to the tulpa Alan, asking if his name is Alan, and he says yes. He seems suspicious of his own past and the idea of “fictional people” (even though I am not lucid or focused on the idea of dreaming of fictional characters). Eddie seems to find this all amusing and actually seems aware of my dream’s “reset” and repeat of meeting Alan, though Alan does not remember what had just happened minutes ago. Eventually, the scenario loses cohesion and the scene shifts completely again.

Kenny and Karen’s house in Florida is now in Wisconsin and about four houses south of my sister’s old home on Loomis Street. I look inside through the front door and note that Kenny and Karen are not living there. Instead, there are two unknown people; male and female. The unknown male is sitting on an armchair facing the open front door. An unknown girl rides by on a bicycle, heading south. I call out to her (“hey”) and mentally “demand” she joins me (though I do not know her name). She gets off her bicycle and approaches me but then soon goes into the house with the other unknown people. More new fictional people show up. An older very unusual-looking lady (too unusual to be a real human face but still perceived as such) hugs me. Her hips are too far apart to be those of a real human being and she is otherwise apparently skinny. Even though I am not lucid, a residual conscious thought is present for a short time and that is…the idea “your mind cannot create new people” is far more absurd every time you hear it, almost “snowballing” (exponentially) in its stupidity. This is especially true in that people’s features in dreams are sometimes completely unlike actual human beings (not quite “alien” in many cases, but too unusual to be linked to real human faces - like many other surreal aspects of dreams). My wife Zsuzsanna is eventually with me. I am soon with the rest of my family and the unknown people, of whom there are about a dozen or so standing near the road in some sort of outdoor neighborhood party, perhaps.

At this point, a large rocking horse appears in the street. This seems to be some sort of untimely catalyst of some kind. My dream shifts into its most unusual stage. I get on the rocking horse (being fully aware of my present age; an atypical perspective oddly enough) and sit comfortably as it speeds down the street (without wheels of any kind) while rocking very slowly at the same time. I enjoy the feeling of incredible horizontal speed as well as the simultaneous quite slow rocking back and forth. It is almost like a trip to my “final destination” (likely due to an extreme dehydration and hyperventilation event, due to me being stupid just a couple of days ago - when I thought that was “the end” for me and I almost collapsed in the street - coincidentally, my wife’s closest friend’s husband did collapse in the street elsewhere, though actually died). During this time, the sky above plays a loud and dramatic fictional instrumental version (like the Henry Mancini version but about twice as fast and with deeper, louder strings in the lead) of “Windmills of Your Mind”. (This song - the original version - always sounded “wrong” to me due to the slower speed relative to the contrast of its otherwise torrent-like melody, but I still came to like it. When I performed it on organ or accordion, I did play it much faster.)

I ride the rocking horse up and down the same street (turning back upon arriving at the Loomis and Gillette intersection each time) about six times.

I eventually stop and get off where I started from, and meet with my wife again, who is now a teenager. I notice that my clothes are uncomfortably filled with dusty heavy gravel from the street (even though it is an urban paved street in reality). Gravel in my clothes is possibly a play on “grave”.

I Walked into this room with 4 fish tanks all around. This lady walked in with a group of people so I joined the crowd. She told us we had to pick only 1 fish. And I walked up to this fish tank and there were like these eel type things but they weren't eels and they were fatter. There was this sparkly blue one and this faded green one. I wanted the blue one so she picks it up and I open my bag for her to put it in and she drops two of them in there and you just here this loud smack and I freaked out Cuz she just dropped my fish. And then they got mad and started coming out of the bag and I freaked out and dropped them. There was the blue one and then there was a red one. She wanted me to help her catch them and showed me how to pick them up. So I did and I picked up the red one and when I was walking over to her it bit me on three on my fingers and there were these two red dots on each one

Me, my parents, and one of my friends where in a car driving to ABR(a cross-country ski place). The road was snowy had really steep hills. One of the hills was so steep that our civic could barely get up it without slipping backwards down. When we reached the top, the car lost control and we went off the side. We were a lot higher up than I thought, the drop was abut the height of the tallest building on earth. My parents somehow separated from us during the fall and landed safely, but me and my friend kept falling. I was so scared that I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I was standing in a winter wonderland outside of a small house. That's when I met Jesus. He had a kind face and looked just like you think he'd look except his hair was a bit lighter and shorter. Unfortunately, I don't remember what he said to me(and I don't think it was that important), but he was really nice. I figured out that the place we were in wasn't Heaven, but a type of limbo that we would stay with Jesus in for awhile before making our way to Heaven. I wondered if he was going to tell us stories of his adventures on earth, or what we would do with all this time. I did not want to be there. I had other things to do on earth. Me and my friend sat by the stream, and cried, and cried.. until my tears filled up and the stream became a river, and soon big waves came.. My friend was unharmed by the waves, but they washed over me and carried me away. To where, I do not remember.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #263: Judo and Giants

As I lay back down post-WBTB, I get the sense that I’m starting to fall asleep. Just before bed, Dreamer had skyped me her most recent dream where she transitioned to WILD by rolling onto her side and partly more onto her stomach. (This one!) I try the same thing, worrying for a second that moving will spoil things, but it’s all fine. There’s a low buzzing sound and a dream starts to take shape. After a little more patience, I find myself outside on a street at night.

Among the people going by, I see a lost boy wandering around calling out for his mother. I ask him who his mother is and he says that it’s RBBB, someone I know from college. I decide that she’ll be close by, and sure enough I see her kneeling in an alcove carved out of a nearby brick building. I bring the boy to her and say, “Hey, [RBBB]! It’s [Canis]. Your son was looking for you.” She gives me a curt, rather cold nod and goes back to fervently praying as her son curls up next to her.

I review my goals and remember my two main ones: first, my 5-year-old son E’s idea to find him, take him to a playground so he could play with Elsa and Anna from Frozen. Second, Iokheira’s (aka NewArtemis) idea to find her and transform into wolves. :canislucidus:

I head down the street to start looking for E, but the DCs on the street start running in terror from something up ahead. There’s a stone giant stomping along the road ahead of me, and he grabs a car from the side of the road and flings it across the street into a grassy courtyard.



He comes straight for me, and I try to think of some way not to turn this into a fight, but it’s just not coming to me. The stone giant seems way too hostile, and the only option that comes to me is to try to end the combat as quickly as possible. I move my hands away from each other in a ripping gesture to pantomime tearing the stone giant apart. It works, and the giant blows apart into a huge scatter of boulders and pebbles.

I hurry past, but almost immediately the rocks start rolling back toward one another so that the giant can reform. Soon I catch sight of his shadow chasing after me, but I resolve not to turn around and instead just ignore him. Sure enough, he vanishes!

I come to the top of a tall series of stacked platforms that descend into the ground, sort of like a reverse parking garage. Every floor is packed with these large, amazing water fountains that flow into one another. I drop down a few levels, expecting to find my son E. And he’s there! He’s curled up in the corner crying, and I scoop him up in my arms. “Hey, don’t cry, buddy! This is a lucid dream! I’m going to try to take you to meet Elsa and Anna!” This settles him down, and I leap off the side of the fountain structure, floating softly about 80 feet or so to the ground.

At the bottom is a playground! I hop up on one of the wooden structures and set E down so that he can walk on his own. Together we cross a wooden bridge and in the middle we meet Elsa and Anna! “[E], look who it is!” They look similar to their appearance in the films, although their facial features occasionally rearrange in unusual, Picasso-like ways. E runs up to them and hugs Anna around the leg.



A crowd of DCs start pouring in, and we get separated for a moment. I feel a loss of stability and grab onto this old guy’s stomach to restabilize. To my surprise, I can feel that he’s clearly got abs. I say, “Dude, you’re like 60! How have you got abs?... Oh right, you’re a DC.” He and some of the other DCs laugh.

I return to where E and the Frozen princesses were, but they’ve been replaced by clear imposters. (The Elsa imposter is non-animated, black, and in her mid-50s!) I talk with the imposters for a bit but decide to move on to Iokheira’s idea, so I leave the playground, finding myself walking down the stairs in a house.

Up ahead I see Iokheira sprint by! I follow her path into the shadows of a living room, but when I get there, she’s gone. I turn back and look around for a bit before someone else comes down the stairs I entered from, a young strawberry blonde woman in her mid-20s. I ask her where Iokheira is and the woman answers that “Sorry, [Iokheira] doesn’t live here anymore.”

As I’m turning to leave, the strawberry blonde woman runs up and starts aggressively kissing me. It’s exciting to some degree but also a little scary. She pulls away for a moment to admit to me that she’s a “very slobbery kisser”, and sure enough, she becomes quite slobbery. Then she says, “And check this out!” As I watch, her left eye moves into the center of her forehead. She checks my face, seemingly expecting a horrified reaction. Instead I laugh and for a moment she seems disappointed not to have frightened me. She returns to aggressive kissing, and after things move on to sexytime, the dream fades...

I hold on for DEILD and I’m quickly back. I’m roaming the hallway of a house, and I continue a room-to-room search for Iokheira. In one of the rooms the light switch doesn’t work and I remark out loud that “That’s a bullshit schema!” I leave the hallway and enter a huge cathedral-like chamber that’s snaked through with all of these suspended balconies.

I run along one of these balconies until I’m confronted by an archeress, a brown-haired woman in her mid-40s. I try to ask for her help, but she starts saying a variety of strange, threatening things and looks like she’s going to take a shot at me. I grab onto her and do a Dreamer-style sacrifice JUDO throw, and it totally works! The archeress is still yelling at me, but I run away from her into a new room as the dream ends.

I heard my radio alarm go off, and music was playing loudly, so rolled over and hit the ‘off’ button, then gazed up at my ceiling feeling some disappointment that I didn’t get to connect with my daughter in an LD or OBE. Hold on, something is in my mouth, what is it? I reach in my mouth and pulled out what felt like leafs. Okay, I get it; I’m having a false awakening!

I dragged myself out of bed, and it felt like I weighed 500 lbs. My CPAP mask was stuck to my face, and my blanket was over my head, so I clawed away to remove them piece by piece. I then called out, “Daughter, where are you?” I looked in my closet, nope, she’s not there. I could see my bed glowing with white light and wind was blowing my sheets around. The blanket was humped up on the edge of my bed and wavering in the wind, so I figured she must be under my blanket. Nope, she wasn’t there. I then checked under my bed, and again, nope she wasn’t there either. I could hear some familiar female voices in the hallway, so I went and opened my bedroom door, and I was surprised to see my two sisters standing there.

My oldest sister took one look at me, laughed, and said, “Looks like you had a rough night!” You know, that’s exactly how I felt, totally dishevelled. If I looked in a lucid dream mirror, I probably would have been a monster or something. My other sister was missing most of the features on her face (a skin face). I staggered past them and came upon my mom who was blocking the way into my daughter’s room. I asked mom, “Where’s daughter?” She looked over her shoulder into my daughter’s room and replied, “You can’t go in yet.” I was feeling barely able to hold on to my lucidity, so I blurted, “I need to see her now!” My lovely mom replied, “Go ahead then.” I squeezed by mom, and came upon my daughter who was ‘forming a body’ on her bed. Okay, this I’ve never seen before while lucid!

First her torso and head formed with short arms and legs, and she looked like skin and bones. Then her legs and arms slowly grew out as clothes and hair appeared. I was starting to freak out! I grabbed onto her skinny body and shouted, “Daughter, are you okay?” She just laid there face down and unresponsive. Suddenly she became conscious and flew up into my arms and hugged me, and said, “Dad!” Her body filled out to her normal size as I held her close. I told her, “I love you!” I instantly forgot about what I’d just seen (first time is always a shocker!). We hugged for at least a minute, and then my lucidity started to fail. I said, “Let’s go for a walk!” My dear daughter said, “How about a run?” I said, “Yes, let’s do that, running is fun while lucid because I can run real fast and never get tired.” We ran down the stairs, out the front door, and then my vision went completely black. I laid perfectly still in bed so as not to wake. Then boom, I was back in the dream at the exact same spot! I ran out the front door looking for my daughter, but she was gone? I went back in the house and asked my mom if she knew where my dear daughter went, but she didn’t know. I then woke up feeling great! Thanks daughter! My real alarm went off minutes later.

1: Earliest that I recall yet though there are more: I saw a roman city-like place and I think I was Rainbow Dash going around the place in circles to get away from something. Then I was skipping past some torture devices and someone by the name of Amy was in one, it was like the video-game Chiller (A nasty torture device based "game") and I don't think I activated the torture device but I got darn close to the lever at least; I did hear the name of the woman who was in it and her first name was Amy. (Note, I heard the last name too and I later came across two women by that name the following day in one way or another though not physically; One is from the Amy's foods and the other asked for prayers at AllDevotion.com.) Then after going past that and skipping over a little running water near the torture device I got close to another "Attraction" in the "carnival" but didn't go into it, it being sorcery or something, and then I got near another one and the whole place suddenly looked like a Home Depot to some extent while I was in front of another "Attraction" that put a cage of some sort around me. I didn't believe it was telling the truth, though; I just turned on the Xbox 360 Guide (Yeah, how does this even work? Do I need to know? Good thing it does though, YEEHAW!) and hit the Exit button and got out of it. The ride did it again, but with tape this time; I got out of it again.

Note: here's another typed account of it:

1 (Account 2) I just had a dream (I didn't post it in my DJ before posting this reply) where there were "Attractions" like carnival rides that were all deadly. (Go figure, right? You know how some people call working "The circus" or "This carnival ride" or whatever?) One of the rides "Trapped" me by putting a cage around me (or at least it looked that way) to give the illusion that the only way out was to go through it and be devoured, Which is absolutely bogus. (I don't know how it would devour, It just would.) I only ended up exiting it by "leaving the game" through the Xbox 360 guide button. (Dreams have to make sense to me on some level, so does the Xbox controller signify that I was playing around with the idea of being trapped and leaving it? It seems so at least.) Then, the ride tried to do the same thing again but with some sort of tape around me. I just cut the tape and left the "Trap zone" before finding another "Attraction" (Which I didn't see anyone going into; Come to think of it I didn't see anyone entering the other one either) which was also deadly and I felt was sorcery. It was quite asinine but that one didn't try to trap me.

- Copied from here: http://www.dreamviews.com/dream-inte...-everyone.html

2: Then I was in a department store of some sort; I was doing something else earlier, but at another point someone in a white tee shirt wanted to trade MLP: FIM cards with me. I told him I didn't have any, then I went to get some in a rack of clothing.* I was about to get one card that had a number of "21" on it, and then I heard someone coming so I left and went through some hallways and ended up going into some corner in a darkened room that appeared to be a small dining area with a 1950s or 1960s type fold-up table and some chairs. An elderly woman walked in with a walker and sat down. I said "Hello" because I didn't want to scare her as it was dark, though it was light enough for me to see her. We talked for a little bit, Then later she started talking to her son (Who is not me; Also, her son wasn't in the room or at least I don't think he was and I had the impression her son wasn't in the building) saying she wanted to tell him something before she died. Then, this other rather demeaning or slightly demonic-sounding voice (At least by my interpretation) came in (The voice was present but I didn't see anyone else in the room) and said something about the first B-52's music album and MLP: FIM, I think, and also someone who built workbenches and that I was influenced by him or all these things. I also had this sense that the woman was literally going to go up in flames by spontaneous human combustion if I didn't do something so I (Semi-lucid) brought up a Bible and a Bible verse, that one being the Lord's Prayer for her and recited it vocally. I felt pretty lightened (and I also do when I write this. It's nice.) as I woke up while still thinking of it a bit and while reciting it in-dream.

* That clothing is interesting, What does it mean? People go get it and wear it.

3: I was in an area near a beach and the water was rising. I saw a woman with blond hair and I ran pretty fast without fatigue up a steep hill to get away from the water. I eventually got to the top but the water kept rising, so I went and jumped over the slope where water was shooting out into a valley below. I then floated while the water drained out of the valley and then I landed in the valley after the water was all out. Then, I went to the left with some people and a dwarven type guy or garden gnome type guy (Point is, he was small compared to me) and found what I think was a dead body of his brother lying down on a sort of table. The dwarf commented on this and later I looked around and there was rusty junk that was once useful stuff nearby, then I think we left. There's more to it, I do believe.

4: Later on I (or who I saw through the eyes of) put a car (a black one, to my recollection) at a high-rise building for it to be worked on. I then went to the fourth floor and later tried to not be detected as I attempted to leave the building. I thought of using a hook to lower myself down an elevator shaft after I put the elevator up some stories above me, (note that this building is somewhat based on the house I've been living in, in waking life and the elevator shaft would have been where a fireplace is in a kitchen in waking life) and while still on the fourth floor I hid myself from two women by staying on the top of a bookshelf. I eventually got to the ground floor of the building but was found in the pool area (which was the living room of my house too) by my father.

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You know what? I can't call these nightmares, exactly. Sure, there were nasty things (The deadly but fake, "forced" carnival ride for example) hinted at but I didn't go into them so I didn't suffer them! I do believe you can avoid them too, if you seek for the way and reject the illusions!

I appeared to be somewhere inside a nice, clean suburban neighborhood. It was sometime around 10:00 Pm when it happened. I was with my mother, walking inside one of the suburban homes making sure things seemed alright. This home we were in was quiet, also lonely. It felt like a two story home, though we didn't get chance to walk upstairs while we were in there. Me and my mothers stuck together to make sure we don't get snatched or killed. We were walking around the living room, too fearful of the place. There were functioning lights but the only one on was inside the living room. I didn't know what lurked inside, it was unknown.

I then decided to grab a drink from the refrigerator standing in the living room. I walked up to it and opened the cabinet. What I found inside was a set of coke bottles. I took one of them and debated whether or not I should give one to my mom or not. I grabbed mine but before I even thought about getting one for my mother, I heard something inside the kitchen. I walked towards the kitchen, farthest from the entrance door, and stood there in the shadows for a moment. At that moment, I accidentally summoned someone, or something. I cautiously looked at one of the mirrors standing somewhere on the kitchen walls. In it I saw a ghostly figure, perhaps a demon - I'm not sure. This demon was staring at me. It wasn't trying to scare me or kill as I laid eyes on it, but I knew I had to get out of this place right then.

I shivered in fear and immediately rushed towards the entrance door straight away from where I was standing. My mother followed. I ran in to the dark, empty street and waited for my mother. From then on, my lucid powers kicked in.

I became lucid a few seconds after leaving the home. After noticing it, I quickly ran towards a field I saw standing right in front of the home. The field stood right there in front of the suburban homes like as entrance. I gradually flew towards this field and hovered as I was entering it.

When I finally entered the field, I landed in the middle of this small field surrounded by running race track. Beyond the race track was the most hugest field I have ever scene. It was almost like being inside a video game where the maps' that seemed to be miles and miles away. I stood standing there for a bit trying to think of something I could do while lucid. One of them was to get rid of the daunting night sky. I looked up at the sky and raised both my hands up in the air and demanded there to be light! The darkness then slowly began fading away being consumed by the sunlight that struck gradually from the suburban homes all the across the gigantic field. My fears were no longer there. My heart rejoiced, but wait, there was more.

After summoning light across the long field, I noticed several groups of people inhabiting the outer part of the field, just a few feet away from the race track. There were lots of them. Most stood in groups of about four and two. Everyone spoke among each other, admiring each others company. It was a lot like a high school reunion. There were only young individuals. I walked past these groups and appreciated their business being here with me. It's always good to see these amounts of people when lucid. It helps me develop a sense of curiosity among the dream world.

There was much to do now that I was lucid, but one of the things I've been wanting to do for a long time was to summon someone I know. I don't know them personally, nor have I ever met them. We are complete strangers. Her name was Sydney. She was the only person I could think about summoning at a time like that.

I extended my arms back as if I was going to handshake someone and waiting for Sydney to grab on to be. When I felt her hand at the tip of my fingers, I brought her up towards me and stared at her. I didn't throw myself upon her, I just held her in my hands and stood close in front of her as I gazed at her beautiful appearance being here with me. After that brief moment, I kept hold of her hand and moved along her left side. We both started walking towards a marching band standing just a couple feet from the race track.

I was on a trail with a "party," a group of adventurers. Some of us were knights, one in particular is out for revenge. One of their knights (or was it their king?) was killed. The other knight there is his best friend. He wanted to stop the other from doing something reckless like going off on his own. He went after him, so there were fewer of us. The two knights is reminiscent of two game characters from a Gameboy RPG I played years back.

On the road, we passed met a group of characters... anthropomorphized animals riding regular animals. They were passing flyers to their event/celebration. They're from a nearby city/town.

Backtrack: I was talking to a wizard of sorts (unclear image and personality) that gave me a quest to destroy a small collection of towns/cities (10 in all) and the crystal sphere that... holds them together? They're all on a bridge. I imagined their cities destroyed, by something like meteors.

I also remember the place being so colorful and happy. Then when I went to their celebration, I was almost overwhelmed by the barrage of colors. It was a fun, happy place. I started thinking that wizard was a bad guy who just wants to destroy the place but can't do it himself. The townspeople are already wary of him. So I set out to make it my mission to help out the 10 towns.

I "woke up." I was on my bed, and I was writing the dream so I won't forget. I was excited, thinking I should make that dream into a game. My bed position was different, closer to the door, and I was looking at myself wearing a white shirt and blue shorts.

I was in our hometown. I kept going back to the city, for some reason, every few days. I also kept panicking about the clothing I was supposed to bring. I remember my stuff were near our deep well, and I keep dropping some of them off, but I have to hurry already. A friend, C, was already almost out of the gate. I ran after her.

I was on a train. It was night. I remember worrying that if I lean too much inside the train walls, I might get hit by some object outside. We reached a station (underground). I saw C ahead of me. I was still trying to organize my stuff and realized I brought only one pair of (black) socks and they don't match. They also look too big.

We stopped by an eatery. It's morning or at least daylight. I wasn't planning on eating, but then I saw the nice-looking fried chicken. I decided to order one: thigh and leg. There were a few tables in the open area (no indoors). The guy brought the chicken to our table. The guy on a nearby table was leaning too much towards us, so I moved a bit. I checked my money just in case I left that too. Then I saw the guy behind us (a bit of long hair, white shirt, and looks messy) drag C away. I ran after them but he opened a door to the "underground." The "door" is right in front of and kind of below the doorway of a house. I was about to go in but I got scared. It looks like a room, but colored... reddish? There were a few people inside, and they don't look threatening. There's another door across the room that leads to a dark place. (literally dark, and I can't see beyond it)

The few people who were there look like they're just lounging about, not guarding anything, but I was afraid of going in. I decided to call a nearby policeman. I guided him to the house, and we went inside the house to the other room, but then I realized it wasn't supposed to be inside the house. There was a skinny guy there (he lives there, I think) who didn't seem to mind we came in. He has a bit of a long hair too. The police was skeptical of me.

When I realized it's outside the house, I went back out and pulled up the door in front and below the doorway. I told him he has to call backup since it might be some sort of underground network of criminals, not just the basement. He ran in anyway, all confident, and I was beside myself in frustration. I thought of calling other police. I imagined where C was taken (I saw her going up and down a muddy place) after a few days, and I also saw a kidnapped kid.

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NOTES:

- I felt scared during the "awake" part of my dream.
- I slept around 7 pm. I set my alarm to 1 hour and 44 minutes (or was it 3 hours and 44 minutes?), but I fell asleep again after I turned it off. I woke up around 10 pm.
- My eyes were so tired when I went to sleep.
- I still have pending work.
- I inked a sketch I had that I labelled "Charlie."
- I was thinking of buying chicken from Chooks To Go earlier today.
- I think this dream shows how reckless my superego is at the moment.
- It might also signify that I have to once again meet my shadow. It's been years since I felt scared and helpless in a dream.