memorable

Date: 30 Jan

Pre bed: 400val, 45 mg B6

Wbtb: 1/3 latte

Overall impressions: vividness high, recall below average, pre wbtb recall close to zero

DILD: I am walking down the corridors of my school (DS) and we are supposed to have another class in a different classroom, so I don't know in which one we are right now (DS). I go to the where the teachers' room is and enter. It turns to a classroom from another part of the school and I examine the faces of the kids sitting there to determine if I'm in the right place. I see this small boy who has the features of my classmate as if he is 1st or 2nd grade and that jolts me into lucidity. The room is full of kids and I closely look at their faces trying to identify and expecting to see all of my classmates here (as in trying to recreate the past accurately). Most importantly, I am trying to recall and see exactly where is everyone sitting. There's a guy that looks like _ and _tells me that he sits alone, which I doubt, knowing he sits next to another guy. I start calling out names of particular classmates while trying to determine if the seating is correct.

For a second I think I see a doppelgänger of a classmate. I look at the first desk where at least according to a vague memory _ may be sitting or a dream memory, I have dreamt of that room so many times that my dream memories are also partially accessible and get mixed with real ones. There's another girl that doesn't belong here so I move her to the side leaving only _ here and contemplating. The teacher is about to begin the class, but with me acting so commandingly she seems to pause. I make an announcement that the class won't start until I identify and arrange all the classmates and continue looking around. As I stare at this classmate, I finally remember that I wanted to try to read a book and tell her to give me something to read. She hands me/I notice a paper notebook on the desk. I'm slightly uncertain if this will work, as I may run into some school materials. Anyways, I start browsing the notebook paper pile and get my hands on some sort of book. I try to read the title, which is a mix of words that don't make sense and I make an effort to understand what the book is about - something about hands, there is an illustration at the front cover and it looks like some sort of karate manual. I find this pretty cool and look forward to learning karate from this book.

If I'm not mistaken, I take another look at the front cover title and try to reason it out but it changes again as I try to assign some meaning to it. Then I begin browsing the pages and read one of them. The text stabilizes and I read the first sentence with great effort, but I get the meaning without actually reflecting too much on the words. It's a Mongolian story about one of their leaders. I browse more and every couple of pages there are beautiful manually drawn pictures, that look like little paintings that show what's happening in the story. He was supposed to participate in a horse racing in the village. I see a picture of the place after the race, empty now. I look at couple more pics but it's hard to memorize them all, then do back to the front page and title that I am still trying to figure out. Now on the cover is a very peculiar drawing of a house attached to a sleigh or whatever that thing is. The part of the title talking about hands now refers to bamboo and the act of practicing with care. I keep wondering about the title while the dream fades away.

Jan 21, 2014 & Jan 28, 2014. Astral/DILD.

I'll try not to flood the DJ recent entry category, but I'd like to get my DJ caught up somewhat so that I can track running themes and others can comment on already established recalls if they want. It'll probably take a while, so I'll space them out by a few hours or so, but here's another for now. Sorry if this bothers anyone.

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This dream has a very long storyline, the understanding of what was occurring held strong through-out. I had a specific purpose to traveling in this dream. It deals with older children-younger adult age-ish energies in different types of academies and schools.

The overlying understanding to these sequences was of two Spiritual Teams who were calling themselves The Ocean and The Sea (probably spelled differently, but that is how it is pronounced). There was a third neutral/on-the-fence party called nothing (since those who were not aligned with one or the other were constantly pressured to choose). I was in the third and my main purpose was to bring awareness about these two alliances to the unaware.

Since The Ocean and The Sea were going into schools and claiming members, usually through subconsciously pushing the students towards particular actions and thoughts - most alignments were made unknowingly by the students themselves until it was much too late to change or escape the responsibilities of being part of an alliance.

I was attempting to warn students in any way I could, but while doing so, it was difficult since those who were already aligned with a team were constantly trying to sabotage me, such as locking my keys in my car...

My Car was how I shifted between schools. It was a basic old station wagon-like car that once I was finished with a school, I would sit in the driver's seat, start the engine, wait a few seconds, then turn it off and I'd be at my next destination - parked in a new spot.

The earliest sequence I can recall in this timeline is where I took a train on a field trip with a student group I was trying to reach. We were traveling through Volcanic Fields. The train literally went right up into a volcano mountain, there was gushing lava and black sheet rock for scenery and the train trembled, shook and threatened to tip over every time a geyser released lava/steam near the windows. A couple times, I even watched as lava landed on the windows and trickled down.

I spent most of my time on the train trying to explain to students through their own ways of communication - so subtle. Eventually, I gave up conversation as it simply was not working and moved to scrawling poetry with black ink on the seats and walls. The black ink was drawn into symbols that explained to the viewer that they needed to stay alert and not be drawn in by magnetizing or 'pretty'/beautiful imagery/promises. Not many listened and I ended up getting in trouble with one of the aligned 'supervisors' and had to abandon that area as soon as the train had returned.

The last sequence of the timeline, after a number of different schools, was at a casual community college type of campus. There was a sport event going on. I continued on my attempt, but by now, the Ocean and the Sea easily were able to identify me. It got me in trouble with groups of students aligned to them that were easily persuaded towards violence and nasty business.

There was one point where I got locked in a bathroom by a janitor and couldn't get out until I smashed in the door with my foot.

Then, I went to go to my car to leave as it had grown dark during my time in the bathroom and the campus was closed with hardly anyone around except those that lived nearby. I realized, as I approached my car that I had left the keys locked in on the front seat. So, I stomped in the window to retrieve my keys.

When I reached through the smashed window, my keys popped out of my reach just before I had them. They began a game, where I'd go to grab and they popped away and reappeared in a different spot; on the seat, in the trunk, on top of the roof, hanging from the keyhole, wherever was farthest away from me.

A young man came forward, just a basic young man, simple and demure in energy, and said that he'd help me get my keys if he could come along with me to the next place.

I agreed. Then, I woke up.

* * *
Schools, academies, and symposiums are common locations for my dreams. A few days after this one, I believe it was between the 28th-30th of Jan., I had a dream at a symposium college for divine energies.
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In that dream, I had to travel in an underwater pod deep into the ocean until it arrived at an underwater college that existed in a spiritual pocket. The transition was precise and maintained to only allow certain energy frequencies into the meeting place. Here, there were many spiritual philosophers and researchers. Almost all of them had a connection to a deity name (a patron or direct link) and there were no ordinary human/elemental energies allowed. Each being spoke in lifetimes, a divine language that expresses intent and supports certain spiritual opinions through reference to actual embodied lives.

I was there through a specific archetypal energy current that I hold dear to myself.

The nature of the college was spiritually interesting in that no matter where one moved or went, chose to do, they could not escape learning a lesson that they needed to explore. For instance, I became bored with a lecture that was happening and wandered off - my wandering off led me to an entirely different encounter in which the process itself was a learning experience. There is no way to avoid this in the college, every single second is an act of being challenged.

While there, I disagreed with another entity that was trying to convince people on the merits about being transparent about their energy current's name(s). I did not think entities should be forced to share their lineage with everyone just because, and my disagreement drove this woman absolutely wild with frustration. She was there on/as the Energy Current of Aphrodite and it escalated to the point where she was constantly asking me who I was.

This became annoying as when someone asks you a question in this space, the answer presents itself to your internal mind instantly and you have to choose whether or not to share it. So each time she asked, my internal mind was being flooded with the answer of Who I Was and I had to really bite my tongue (so to speak) not to share it.

I had an ally with me, a male who I easily fell in love with as soon as we bumped into each other in an empty room. He disagreed with both of us about the situation and so, was around our conversations to exacerbate our stances. Eventually, I shared who I was with him and he did with me. And then, I left/woke up.

Jan 19, 2014. Astral/Subconscious/Collaborative Dream.

This particular sequence was one in many for the night, but it was the most memorable. The dream storyline does not begin where I start my entry and that can be assumed for almost any dream I share, there is almost always a dream sequence before and after that I am not describing for sake of time/recall ability.

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I am in a black-lit building, a warehouse or some very large space. Everything is pitch black. There is a small sign above labeling it as a "Laser Play Arena".

There is a man who runs the area, with an electronic clipboard (modern tablet). His energy is overwhelmingly Thoth/Anubis in sensation. He acts regal/upright about his job, but finds amusement in observation.

So black, the area was, one could say it simulated a pocket of outer space, though no stars shone anywhere. All over, instead, there were beings and entities moving - but no matter their true shape in the darkness, they had LED/electronic lights showing a different creature or symbol or word, etc. - to be seen instead. They moved up and down, side to side, anywhere and everywhere in various paths.

For example, one entity appeared to be a rainbow LED flashing spider, a very large giant shadow moved behind this symbol though. On other entities there were morphing words.

Nothing was stationary, everything constantly moving as they were 'playing/fighting' with each other - depending on their relationship with the ones they ran into/near.

I did not want to be here. Not in a frightened way, but in a I simply ended up in the wrong spot than where I had intended.

I told the man/Thoth/Anubis and he smirked. His smirk frustrated me and so I stomped my foot down so hard that a trap door suddenly swung up from where I had stomped. The rectangle showed an old wooden staircase descending downwards into soft blue sunlight. I recognized the light as a town I had been to before.

I look to Thoth/Anubis and I'm like "Aha!" and he stands nearby. With dream logic, I understand at the time that it is to keep others from going in through the exit with me.

Beyond is a port town that I visit now and then in my Psyche/Subconscious Dreams. It is near water and is very damp with cobblestone roads, damp/rotting wood, creaky timber houses. It is European in style with narrow streets and tall buildings.

My husband is there in the distance with a medium-sized industrial truck. I go to say hello and as I do, a large Semi-truck comes by and squeezes the smaller truck up against the buildings in a cartoon-like fashion.

Worried for my partner, I hurry towards him to see if he is okay - which he is. As I check him over, setting my hand on the truck, it wibbles and wobbles and suddenly, a mass amount of large (2'-3') bugs fall down off of the roof and onto me - centipedes, spiders, beetles.

The most interesting part about the bugs is that they are colored green and purple with a similar oily sheen that some pigeons have. A large spider falls upon my head as I catch a thick centipede - cradling it in my arms until I let it go. The spider is green-purple, metallic looking with a giant eye as its center body with around thirty legs.

--- on a side note: I frequently find that stomping a foot down in a dream is very powerful to break through into a transition or force will a certain way.

I was battling the ultima weapon from ff8 when I suddenly got sucked into another person's dream and it was my job, for some reason, to convince this guy that he was dreaming. I kept showing him how nothing could hurt him and how he could do incredible things, but he wouldn't believe me and he kept going along in his dream. I remember that he was in some town, walking around. I followed him and used super powers and stuff to show him that it was a dream but I think that I just scared him and he tried to run away from me. I ran after him while yelling, "It's just a dream!!!"

I woke up and thought about how weird and random that was, and what a wasted opportunity to do cool lucid dreaming stuff it was. When I went back to sleep I almost instantly became lucid. I was with some dream characters that were about to go to an upper class dance party. We were all walking through a cherry orchard in full bloom. The pink blossoms covered the trees and the ground, was magnificently beautiful. I didn't want to go with them though, I wanted to go to the poor people party instead but there was one guy that was being a really big dick about it. While I was flying towards the poor people party the dick yelled something at me that I didn't like, I don't remember what it was. But I remember that I turned around, flew back at super speed and punched him across the face. Then I picked him up and threw him about 100 yards towards the poor people party building where he crashed into a brick wall and was knocked unconscious. Then I walked inside the poor people party building and there was some kind of women's volleyball team practice going on. One of them was naked and I just smiled. I made them all get naked and we had a fun sexy time. After a couple minutes though, the dream faded to black. I could still feel everything but it was like I was blind. I just stayed in the darkness feeling amazing for awhile until I woke up.

Back to sleep, was lucid again. I walked outside and one of the girls from the volleyball team was standing on a grass field, staring at me. She was gorgeous - curly brown hair, soft eyes, kind face. I woke up again before I could talk to her.

The color came first. Warm golden sandy color. Image formed into a classic pyramid. High point at the top. Like the Mason symbol. As I was inside I looked up to the top and saw a pyramid shaped opening. Suddenly someone was pushing a heavy stone across the opening. I was startled only for a flash, then I laughed and said " hahaha..oh yeah I'm scared".
Next a huge pit opened by my feet
I figured I was supposed to be afraid but I laughed and was like " oh yeah mutherfucker! I don't play like that! I jumped feet first into the pit and down I went what seemed like miles. I was laughing and thought "come on bring it bitches".
Finally the colors and the walls of the pit began to close in. I just hovered before the bottom of the pit and looked down. There in the bottom was a tremendous golden brown eye seemingly made of glass, yet alive at the same time. Again I laughed and thought"I win" I'm in the eye and now you are blind!", as I shoved my foot through the pupil.

There were random drug test going on at my high school. They chose me and about 4 other people, including my boyfriend. We were all sitting in a white waiting room on wood benches, and i say "Quick, chug a coke!" because i had heard that was a way to cheat a urine test. I picked up an opened, half drank coke and chugged it down. It was flat and disgusting. I saw my friend Dustin do the same. A girl i know said "eww, that is gross."
A doctor came in, i was the first to be tested. The test was very unusual, and did not require peeing in a cup. Instead, i had to make food for someone, and feed it to them by hand. Then part 2 of the test required me to be the one being fed. The doctor opened up a white cabinet, where my boyfriend's face appeared. I could only use what was on the table in front of me, so i put a hot dog on a piece of bread and stuck it in his face. He was very cooperative. We worked quickly, because it was unsure if we were being timed. When i was finished, i asked to use the restroom. Instead, i went out to my car. I noticed a little yellow lab puppy running around, sniffing and barking, and i knew it was a drug dog. I had a decision to make. I took out a little glass pipe (named Ursula) from my glove box, and after intense contemplation, threw it down a hill. I decided to come back for it when everything was over with. I went back to the waiting room for my second portion of the test. I ran into Dakota(boyfrd) and i told him what happened. He said he had to do the same thing with his, except he threw it down a hole.

Three DILDs in one night with a false awakening while attempting to DEILD. In all of the dreams I had near perfect control and everything was amazingly clear. I did not have to give any verbal commands or look at/rub my hands. I also achieved my first LD a little over a week ago, a second a couple days after that, and nothing until last night. All of this after about a month of ADA and self awareness practice.

DILD One (0350):
I am with two girls that I do not recognize in a neighborhood with several parked cars along the streets and surrounded by a mixture of houses and apartments. We are standing outside an apartment complex. There is grass in between the curbs and the sidewalks.

I suddenly become lucid although I have no idea why. I remember that I wanted to feel something in the environment during this period of lucidity because looking at my hands in my two previous LDs have had little success in stabilization. I kneel down and feel the ground. There are two distinct bumps that I feel with my index finger. I am very surprised at how realistic the bumps feel. They have many small bumps on them that I can feel very clearly. The environment is super clear at this point.

I now feel very happy and exclaim to the two female DCs that I am dreaming and as I do I jump on the car right next to me to show them. From there I jump onto a car about 20 or 30 feet down the road. I turn around and look back at them and the apartment. I then jump onto the roof of the apartment which was quite an enormous leap, but it was effortless.

The two girls followed me up and then I decide that I wanted to reach the very top of the apartments because all of a sudden I am not at the top but I do not think to look up to see where the top went. I start to ascend the apartments by doing a combination of jumping and climbing. The two girls follow me every step of the way. Along the way I am acutely aware of how the roofing tiles feel on my hands as I touch them. Very grainy and some moss as well. It felt like my hands were getting dirtier and dirtier. I finally reach the top and look down. I believe I must have woken up right after this.


DILD Two (0500):
I am with with this random hooker who lives on a farm. I suppose she is around my age. I am kind of just hanging out. She has an advertisement for her hourly rate (something like $490 per hour). She gets all kinds of random customers, although I have no interest, I am kind of just observing things (but not actually watching her have sex with anyone).

I tell her that her price is absurd, she agrees but tells me that she still gets customers. I am in her barn/house now. There is another girl in there and a fat older man with a mustache (presumably their dad). I am walking through the room naked and shortly thereafter it dawns on me that I am dreaming although there was nothing that occurred which made me realize it (I don’t think it was because I was naked, but it could have been); I just randomly knew.

I stopped walking and touched this wooden picnic table to feel the texture for stabilization. I then climbed on it because I wanted to get a good look at everything to see how realistic it all looked. I saw random wrapped presents of various colors, balloons, and some wooden beams which ran to the ceiling with Christmas lights hanging around in random places. Colors really started to pop out at me. The Christmas lights really reflected off of the presents in a realistic and beautiful way. The colors I noticed most were reds and greens, with an emphasis on the reds. Everything looked so real, it was astonishing.

I wanted to explore but I knew that this barn/house was not the place that I wanted to do it at. So I started to walk towards the door. I passed the other girl (the non-hooker), stopped and grinned, and told her to take her shirt off. She looked offended so I grabbed her shirt and took it off myself and squeezed a bare tit. They weren’t amazing tits but it was still hilarious and I got a kick out of my sudden splurge into anarchy.

I as I laughed I continued on and reached the door out of the barn/house. It was nearly pitch black outside. I could see dim stars in the sky. I decided that I would leave the area by flying away. I jumped up in the air but a part of me for some reason knew that it wouldn’t work, and therefore I could not fly. Disappointed, I decided that I would walk back into the barn and figure it out from there since I could see better in there.

I go back over to the door to the barn/house, open it and walk through, and suddenly I am back outside where I just came from. I realized the dream world was starting to collapse because things were starting to get pretty blurry. Knowing I was about to lose the dream, I attempted to DEILD and I immediately laid down and closed my eyes.


DEILD One (ALMOST!):
A few seconds after closing my eyes from my previous dream I feel myself become aware in my real body. I can feel my hands closed together across my stomach. Hoping to induce sleep paralysis, I did not move a muscle or open my eyes. Almost immediately, I felt tingling all over my body and knew that my body was undergoing sleep paralysis.

I waited until the tingling stopped. For a few moments I was expecting to be in another dream world automatically but then I remembered that I have to open my eyes first. It was weird though because it felt like I was still in my real body. I open my eyes and I am in an exact replica of my room. Such an exact copy in fact that I don’t even bother to reality check because I am convinced that I am awake (except for a light being on at the computer desk; doh!).

My hands are still crossed on my stomach and I look around. My wife, who is sleeping next to me in real life as well, tells me that what I had just attempted (the DEILD) was a dangerous method and that I should be careful (but how could she have known; stupid me!). Since I believe that I had woken up I close my eyes and go back to sleep.

A few minutes later I wake up for real and the room is naturally very dark and I then realize that I was made a fool of by my own mind; HOW FRUSTRATING!!!!!!!!!!

DILD Three (0710)
I am on top of this building looking down at these men who are telling me how much they are going to kill me. Suddenly I am right next to them and they keep going on about it. I tell them that since I am dreaming, they can’t possibly hurt me. Now suddenly I am about 100 yards away from them with my AR-15. I adjust the stock and look down the holographic sight and start shooting at them.

Shooting seems very realistic, much different from video games. I barely miss one of them my first couple of shots. Then one dashes out and tries to close the distance between us and I continuously shoot at him. I hit him several times until he drops. Another one of them is behind me so I turn around and shoot him several times until he dies. He seemed to be in agony as he fell. I believe that I was only semi-lucid for this part of the dream because I know if I was fully lucid, I wouldn’t have bothered with the firefight at all and just would have went exploring.

After the firefight I became fully aware, possibly because of what I said to the DC earlier. I remembered a trick I wanted to try in order to get to somewhere really fast. I jumped up to this really high ledge effortlessly and looked at this blue latticed wall about 2 inches thick. My goal was to draw a door on the wall and open it, Beetlejuice style.

I think to myself that I need chalk, so I reach my hands into my pockets and feel around. I find a really small piece of white chalk. It’s not as big as I wanted but I conclude that it will suffice. I then begin to draw a door on the wall with the chalk, skipping over the gaps due to the lattice pattern. Once I finish the borders of the door, I draw a big circle on the left for the knob and begin to fill it in.

Once it’s finished, I put my hand up to the handle, look away (so my expectations of what should look real don’t screw up this experiment), turn my hand as if I’m turning the knob and pull out. As I pull out the door comes out perfectly. It was shaped exactly how I drew it. I was incredibly excited that it worked. But since I could already see through the wall because of the lattice, it did not go anywhere.

I then really wanted to find a wall that was solid in order to open up a portal to another place. I turn my head to my right, and suddenly I’m staring at the back of my parents house. I go up to the door, look through the window on the door. Inside I see their two cats. The gray one (Holly) was looking at me. I decided to go in, so I pushed my face on the glass and willed myself to phase through the door. It was a weird feeling, and I felt some resistance, but it worked. The cat looked frightened but didn’t run.

Inside, I looked around. I hear my parents talking in the kitchen. Several of their small lights are on. For the most part everything looks just like it really does. Then my mom notices me and is surprised to see me. The dream ends soon after.

A fairly awesome LD.


It is night time/early morning and I am awake with my younger brother. I see an orange feral cat in the dark looking for another cat. Suddenly, fear kicks in and I tell my brother to get on to the couch so then we both jump onto one of the couches and lie down. Strangely, my brother appears to not be on the couch but rather he is standing in front of me yet, I can feel him next to me. I realise that I must be dreaming. As a test, I try to jump and fly. I do not fly but I end up jumping abnormally high. I, then, quickly run to the stairs to go down them but I have an urge to look back. As I turn around to go back upstairs I think of Slenderman (at this point, I’m pretty certain that, by thinking of him, I had just turned my dream into a nightmare) but nothing visible is there except for an ominous, dark and evil presence (think the Necromancer/Sauron). I then run downstairs into the kitchen (where it’s also very dark) to my dad (probably making some food). I feel that I’m being chased by the presence so I shout “tempus of light” (tempus meaning time in Latin) and suddenly there is a strong flash of light (maybe Gandalf’s scene with Sauron got to me) repelling this darkness. My dad remarks that I made the room pretty bright. I get the feeling he wants me to shout it again. So I shout again and again each time repelling the darkness but not destroying it (I probably should have tried flicking a light switch at this point) so I try another plan. I try to create some sort of a ball to trap him with. So I attempt to create a pokeball-like object which takes a few tries but it works eventually but I don’t recall doing anything with this ball. I then shout something like “tempus of water” (the presence in the darkness has become a more of a physical entity now) which floods the house with water which the entity doesn’t like but soon, the water recedes. I then try different things like “tempus of…” (substituting water with things like fire, earth and wind) which is quite effective. Eventually, the entity is destroyed somehow but my dad quickly points out that I’ve obliterated most of the house.

There is some sort of a memory jump and I seem to have become inspired by my abilities so I decide to flood a desert. I find a door which is still standing and I open it with the intent of there being a desert on the other side. Nothing happens. I try again and it works this time. I walk through the door to find myself in a hot dry desert with a red sky (probably what Mars is like) but there appear to be a large group of (what looks like) 19th Century Egyptologists chatting together. I get ready to flood the desert by trying to materialise some sort of a switch but as I do, there is some sort of an amazing blast from either a volcano (though I saw none before) or and nuclear bomb right in front of us and the earth itself appeared to be shaking. The heat and bright light is extremely vivid. I run out.

I know that I did other things but I can remember nothing specific.

Had another dream of hackers accessing bank accounts. There were at least 3 women involved and maybe 4 or5 men. They were stationed all around the world but were part of the same unit. One woman in particular had an accent and I associated it with Croatia for some reason. I knew they were about to drain the bank accounts of millions of Americans and I was yelling at people to get their money out of the banks. It's all going to be gone!

Morning of February 7, 2014. Friday.



In my dream, I am brought in as a murder suspect of an unknown teenage female. I spend most of my time in my dream standing at a counter (walking a short distance from it now and then in the same large room) of a type very similar to the local library’s but inverted (the setting already being a clue that my dream will resolve to “choosing books”); that is, forming an inward angle of over one-hundred-ten degrees (not ninety; that is, not a square angle as the counter’s division relative to the two walls is not perpendicular), spanning across a corner of a large room, though the counter section on the left is of a shorter length. There are two main (unfamiliar) male investigators that go through various role-playing and questioning sessions with me, sometimes seemingly forgetting what they were saying or doing (or planning to do). It seems that nearly a day goes by, and I spend all my time standing or walking and am even clearly aware of the tiredness in my legs later on.

One of the reasons I was brought in as a suspect was because I was “chubby”. Their reasoning is that someone who is chubbier is “naturally” more likely to overtake a weaker or smaller person.

I am eventually vividly aware that they are wasting their time to too great of an extent for it to be a “real” investigation and at one point they also seem aware of this, but I seemingly am meant to have patience as if it is a game. I have no clear thoughts on who the actual criminal might be, although I do sense he is possibly a very chubby older single male. I tend to waver between complaining in a hostile manner to expressing a patient understanding of their methods.

I am asked to write my version of something the older detective says to see if my writing matches a note the killer supposedly wrote and left near the victim in writing style as well as what I write. He tells me that I do not have to write exactly what he says but how I would naturally write my version of what he says, which is quite strange because one of the choices is to write “jellyfish” or not write it - something about writing “this is why all jellyfish should die” or write a similar phrase and leaving out “jellyfish” (there is no clue what the killer actually wrote) which will give them the evidence of whether or not it was me. However, I do not finish this test as the detectives are distracted and thus they go off on a tangent to some other concerns not related to the killing. I am also considering if the crime took place before I was born, but that reasoning does not seem to matter to them even if true.

The younger detective talks about his mistakes and regrets of the past in similar work he had done before, although does not go into detail. I start to suspect that about twenty-five percent of people in jail never committed a crime. A few times I yell at them in frustration but am also laughing at a few points, even feeling a bit giddy as if I cannot believe how incompetent they are, including with their fill-in-the-blanks mentality and overwhelming proclivity to fabricate or be mistaken in environmental or personal cues. Sometimes they seem like buffoons, other times more focused on their work. Sometimes they seem to be testing my reaction on questions that make no sense. I do get very annoyed over time and wonder why I happen to be the only one in the situation. I suppose it is possible that other suspects are being questioned or tested in other rooms, but I sense that this is somehow not the case. If it is not proven to be me, perhaps the investigation will not even continue.

At one point, I see a large cardboard box someone brings in which has a thinner purple blanket and somewhat formal-looking yellow (with white lacy trim) clothes - a shorter dress and blouse, I think. The blanket is sparsely woven of yarn (but commercially produced I assume), in a way that about twenty-five percent of it is open stitching so that you can mostly see through it, somewhat like a much lighter thinner afghan blanket. I am not familiar with the materials at all. They look like they might have been in the ground for a time. I stand there patiently but am not questioned on the materials as they may just be testing my reaction.

Later, they seem to have at least seven or eight old comic books; the same ones owned from when I was about nine or ten years old. Supposedly, I had written my full name inside each book on the first panel of each comic (which I never did in real life), near the top and in neat cursive in blue ink. They are all Harvey comics and all of Spooky the Tuff Little Ghost - with a supposedly “fictional” one (though it was real) of Spooky playing pool and cheating. I guess people interested in collecting comic books and playing pool are also likely murder suspects.

From here, my dream mostly falls into somewhat abstract thinking relating to my puzzlement over the similarity of the different comic book covers as I begin to see additional Hot Stuff covers in addition to the Spooky ones.

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What is curious is that, thanks to research, I learned something I had not known. I thought I had all issues of Spooky when I was younger - but I had been missing one (likely due to the similarity of a cover of a comic book I already had). Coincidentally, the only one I was missing had a similar gag as the “Devil Kids” one I did have - that is, the main character going through a pool table - Spooky going through in a ghostly way and Hot Stuff burning his way through. Even more intriguing and somewhat amusing - I was seemingly taught in a subtle way by my dream - about a facet of “normal” (or consensus-based) human consciousness. There is apparently another “version” of the “same” Hot Stuff cover in real life that is missing the point entirely (although he is using his trident as a pool cue, which is supposed to be the gag in this case though also seems a missed variation on the other one where he uses a normal pool cue which would likely burn up) and he is at the pool table without any significant sight gag other than the trident as the “pool stick” (with no burning in to cheat). In my opinion, the ideal cover would have been burning through the table while using his trident as the “pool stick”.

I have seen this fairly often in my life; that is, people writing, drawing, or copying the aspects of something in this way and missing the main point (although I do understand that metaphors and word plays and even certain types of sight gags or particular intent of images do not translate into other languages or even for certain types of people; for example - there is a well-known old Australian poster that conveys something different than intended - see bottom image in this post).

My dream was partly influenced by a track I was working on about a year ago where an African chant seems to reflect a set of English phrases: “Johnny not wait, ooh ooh, why wait, he wanna play pool” and including the line “patience is a virtue”. Sometimes I am amazed at how meaningful and intricate dreams are and literally revelatory (not symbolic) once you examine them more closely. I also noticed that the in-dream blanket was the same purple as the background color in the Spooky cover and the title in yellow as with the in-dream clothes.

2.06.14 Thursday

Last night bed 11pm - 8am

The magic hour 11pm came through huge, with some best recall in ages and epic dreams. Also, meditated second time in a day 1 of Anapana Sati (breathing awareness), for 15 min, 10:45-11pm, just before bed.

DR 1:
I'm on top of a not so gently sloping hill, covered in grass. Sun is setting. We were doing something, now, people are walking/running down the hill and I want to shock them with me flying down head first. I look at them sideways if they can see me.

DR 2: 3:30am
I going with my mom to the hospital where she used to work. She is going to ask, if they need her help. I'm sitting in the waiting room, but she is not coming out. There are other patients in beds nearby. A man comes out playing harmonica. I figure he is a doctor.

I'm sitting on right side of a blood drawing tray. Another doctor in lab coat is asking me my name. I tell him I'm Kate's daugter. They know me, since I used to visit my mom ther while she worked there (IWL as well).

I get a funny feeling and I ask a nurse about my mom. She says they took her.

Me and two others steal long knives, and hide them in sleves. We are walking down a long escalator, towards a security station on the bottom. I don't know how, but we get through without beeping. A female security guard comes out after us and now we know, we have an ally in there. She drops a button on the ground and I pick it up. It's a microfilm evidence how the hospital "took" secretary of "something", same as my mom, and many others.

DR 3: 6am
I'm back at the same place from dream before. Only now I'm not alone. There is bunch of people with me and we are storming the place, to liberate all the patients that are held there against their will.

I'm throwing vases and ashtrays at people in the waiting room so they leave, because there is gonna be a firefight and I didn't want them to get hurt. A young black boy throws down from this balcony 3 bracelets. I go down, pick them up and put 2 of them on. He wants them back, but I'm just laughing.

I'm running with a girl in a tow, holding her hand. I peek out from behind a corner and see a shadow of a guy with heat seeking missile. I wait for it, then we ran opposit direction, hiding behind the corner. He shoots one more time, but we make it to safety.

I'm hiding in a small alcove in a wall. One of the bad guy's leaders slides into my view on his knees. I take aim and shoot. I hear my machine gun turn on empty twice. I'm out of ammo. Another bad guy comes from behind the corner and I'm taken captive.

Now I'm laying on the floor, face down, my elbows tucked under me. This rooms seems to be after the fight, where we all gathered to regroup and recoup. Doctor is kneeling next to me. Pulling right arm out to check on it. It's ok. Now the left arm, but this one is not moving. I say maybe the muscles had locked. So he gives me 2 shots in my right shoulder. Somebody comes to talk to me and I realize I'm their leader. Doc treats some wounds I have on left shoulder.

DR4: 8am
I'm waiting for a bus with kate and her kids. Bus comes, she gets on, the door closes, and I'm struggling to open the door with 2 bags in my hand. So I get pissed at her not holding the door open and i stay behind. Then I look at the bags and they are both hers. Crap. Now I have to take the bags to her. I check if her phone is there, but it's not. Good, so I can call her to tell her when I'm bringing her bags.

Now for good 10 min, I'm trying to punch in her numbers. This is crazy and so frustrating. In order to get to each individual right numeral, I need to scroll through what seems like dozens of characters. I'm going out of my mind. I'm sitting inside, then I move outside, but there is a busy street with tour buses going by and bunch of people talking, including a group of foreigners sitting at a large table.

I see a small white fluffy dog wondering around. Seems like his leash is broken, but when I get closer, I see that he is on a very long leash that winds all over the place. So i let him be.

DR5:
I just walked to the top of a tall, rocky mountain. Like in Himalayas. Sharp peak, all snowy. We are inside of a glass lookout place. I look out, and there is a walkway around the mountain, with a simple guard rail. The wind is howling, we can hear it all the way inside. The snow is coming down like crazy, being whipped by strong winds. It's -110 degrees.

I was at this theme park that i could not recognize. There was a roller coasters from what i could see. I went into this restaurant. It had walls made of metal. I thought that was unusual . I sat down on an arcade game. It had a key board with a chair that reminded me of a racing game. It also had two controls for each arm that looked like part of an aviation game. The game was so realistic I thought I was in the game. The environment seemed like a jungle in the night. There was a militia with tanks and they were prepared for something. I was running with a huge line of people out of the trees into this field with giant puddles of black murky water. These hog like creatures were chasing us and making people fall on the ground. I don't know why. At first I thought they were the reason we were running. Then all of a sudden i heard a loud roar and it was this dinosaur like creature with weapons attached to it. I remember once I seen him the shock put my consciousness back into the arcade game chair I was sitting in all along. I could see all the controls I was pressing. I forgot what the keyboard was for but it helped. The aviation controls were used to shoot missiles and fire guns. I think i was controlling other people too. Some of the militia had (avatar) type mechs. I lost in the game and it was over. I looked at the name of the arcade game and it said Godzilla. I was confused though because i had never seen any Godzilla game like that in my life. I looked to my side and seen one of my close friends on one of these arcade game chairs to the left of me. He was at the far left. There was three of these chairs in a row. Then i see my Grandpa, two uncles and mom's bf walk in. One of my uncles sat in the last game chair that wasn't occupied. My Grandpa stood on the right of me and he started talking to me. While he was talking to me, my uncle on the left pulled out some weed without letting my Grandpa notice and he asked me quietly if i wanted to smoke. I said yeah. I interrupted my Grandpa and told him to sit down at table and wait for us to be done with the game. I knew he would say okay because he is very old and would rather sit than stand. As soon as he left My uncle took a hit out a small bowl. There was a little bit of smoke that was visible and as soon as i thought that, my other uncle appeared on my right side where was my grandpa was standing and said "oh you guys are smoking I have some too, i just don't have anything to smoke out of " when I looked at my uncle I seen my mom's bf standing behind him. He asked my mom's bf if he wanted to smoke. He told him i got the wrap and ill roll it. For some reason my uncle asked me if it was worth it. I just said yeah. The two of them sat down on a table that was next to the arcade game on the right side to roll it. After that my uncle that was sitting next to me gave me the little pipe and a white lighter. I looked around to make sure no one was looking. Everyone was just at their tables eating comfortably. A little boy fell on the floor and started rolling around next to me and that made me paranoid. Then a worker came out of the staff room that was in the middle of the games and the table that my other uncle and mom's bf were at. The coast was clear after that and I remember taking a hit of the weed. It must have been top shelf or something because I had an instant effect. I made sure not to let any smoke out. Nobody noticed what we were doing. I gave the pipe back to my uncle and because of the weed i forgot if I was giving him the right lighter back. I checked in my pockets and found a blue bic lighter that was bigger. I asked him wait which lighter is mine and which one is yours? He made a face like he knew which one was his but he just stood quiet and waited for me to make a decision. I ended giving him my blue one. I just said " I don't know which one is yours I'm really high." After i gave it to him i had a feeling i gave him the wrong one but i didn't say anything. it just reassured me that my uncle would steal from me. I looked back at my game screen and noticed that the game had changed by itself. I was shocked. Then it changed to street fighter vs. Capcom. The screen had venom v.s someone else. I wanted to play it but i was so high I just looked at it in amazement. Then everything started fading and I woke up.

I do not advise anyone to smoke marijuana in real life. I just had to share this dream because I was going to start writing my dreams on this website today anyways.
I also took 3mg of melatonin last night before i went to sleep. That is most likely why I remember this dream so vividly.

I'm sitting in the passenger seat of a car I don't recognize. A man is driving the car. We're speeding on an empty highway in the middle of nowhere. It reminds me of the desert on the way to Las Vegas. I keep my eyes on the road and scenery, never once looking at the man driving. Even though I haven't seen his face, I know exactly who he is and I feel perfectly happy and safe with him. Out of the corner of my eye I notice him taking one of his hands off of the steering wheel, reaching it across the center console and holding it open. I look down at his open hand and smile. I place my hand in his, our fingers interlocking. He then lifts our hands towards his face and kisses the top of my hand a few times. I watch him do this and laugh. He lowers our hands back to the center console and says, "We're almost there."

Morning of February 5, 2014. Wednesday.



I am walking through a large vineyard with my beautiful wife Zsuzsanna in possibly mid-afternoon. I am uncertain of the location or region. A sense of love dominates the mood.

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Feb 3-4 2014 (Lucid)

Sky Diving Through the Dream
First Successful WILD woo!
* *I let go of my body and fell through my bed. I just let myself free fall and knew a dreamscape would create itself out of the blackness. As I was falling I recall very loud and potentially scary growls and noises, but I just simply let it happen and wasn't scared. Eventually the dream formed and I was sky diving towards land that appeared far below. It was beautiful too, everything was vibrant. The colors of giant lakes were bright blue, and green rolling hills extended in every direction. I was heading for a small town directly below me.
* *I landed, and decided to explore a bit. There were houses scattered every which way with no rhyme or reason to their planning. The style seemed half modern, have medieval as the houses were primarily different tones of wood. I found attractive girls nearby and I had urges to be with them. Most ignored me until I complemented one, and then held out my hand, and she took it. We walked a bit, eventually I woke up, but I was able to fall back through my bed into a new dream scene.

Scary House and Trying to Get to Space
* *As I was falling, I eventually found myself in a house. It turned out to be a modern brothel, because the girls in there were all scantily clad and I just knew what it was. I found one attractive girl and sexy time with her ensued. (My mind was feelin dirty I suppose, ha)
* *After that is finished up, I decide to tell everyone I'm going to space. So I remember my friend T's advice with using an elevator, so I start looking around for one. I even ask a DC if he can show me one and he looks excited and starts walking somewhere. Eventually he goes in a door that looked ominous and I was scared to go in.
* *As I get scared, things start happening. It gets a bit darker, the door behind me slams shut and I can't open it, and I start hearing creepy noises. I start to panic, but catch myself. I say out loud, "this is a dream, nothing can hurt me or scare me, and I am in control."
* *Immediately it brightens up and I can open the door again. I decide to go outside and think of a new way to get to space. I think, well I know I have trouble flying, so maybe I'll use something I know can fly. How about a broom like in Harry Potter? So I ask a DC for a broom, and he hunts one down in the garage-like room we're in. He grabs a blue looking, rather short, modern "broom" and it's not like the classic ones in Harry Potter.
* *I take it anyway, go outside, and try to use it. I can kind of fly, but it's awkward and reluctant. I'll go forward like 50 feet, then sink back down, or start getting pulled backwards, or other such things. I no longer expect it to work, and it works even less. Eventually I wake up, and couldn't get back into the dream.

School Prizes, Wrong Order at Chipotle, Scheming Marksmen
* *I was at school with T, A, and other friends. There is some big meeting and someone is winning a prize if they can guess something. They have to guess who is the person in a drawing. The drawing is a giant piece of paper that someone was going to draw a person on. I was supposed to pass the paper on to the person, but I decided randomly to start the drawing and put a stick figure on it, and then pass it on.
* *The person (who is going to draw on the paper) eventually gets it, looks at me, and I feel they're mad I ruined it with the stick figure. But they start drawing anyway. Eventually it's finished and they say a big thanks to me for starting the drawing and everyone is clapping. I'm confused because all I did was put a stick figure on it, but just went with it.
* *The person who had to guess who was drawn was now up. And from my perspective it was so obvious that the person who drew the picture had drawn themself, wearing the same clothes, and they were even standing in the same pose, with both arms up like a gymnast finishing a move. But they couldn't guess it and they didn't win the prize and it was really embarassing for them.
* *Soon it would be lunch time and this lady is going through the crowd asking who will be eating there and who is going out. As she asks me, and I say I'm going out, and I also notice she has handed things out to everyone. She says ok and then hands me a piece of cheese with mustard on it. I'm revolted by it so I just chuck it when she's not looking.
* *Heading outside I ask my friends where they're going for lunch and they all reply Chipotle. I say that sounds good and they all get on their bikes and start going. I realize my bike is way back so I run to go get it. It takes a bit, but I grab it then head off and either catch up to A and T or they waited.
* *As we're riding, it's downhill on a street and we are all trying to catch jumps. I'm reminded of the downhill roads you would find in like San Fransicso. There are a lot of small ones we find, and they're fun, but soon there is a giant one I see. Friend A goes off it, but jumps off on the side early. I decide to do the full thing. I get goin as fast as I can and hit the jump that's maybe like 10 feet higher than the ground. The launch I get is incredible. I go probably 100 feet into the air. T and A are amazed. I remember knowing I wouldn't get hurt, because it was a dream or something, but I didn't get lucid.
* *We get to "Chipotle" but it's like an outdoor Native American burrito shop that's run by 3 women. Anyway we order our stuff and then hang out while they make it. T and A get their burritos and then they hand me a quesadilla, and I ask why they didn't give me a burrito like I ordered. The one who took my order is embarrassed and starts making excuses about how long it takes to re-do it, in the hopes I will just take the quesadilla.
* *I say I'll take it for free or if they refund me. They say no, and then one offers a free tortilla with it so I say that's fine. The one who owned the shop like refuses to cooperate and give me a tortilla, and I realize my quesadilla is just like only beef held together with the one tortilla. I throw it down at that point and it goes everywhere and I demand they give me the burrito I payed for.
* *My friends have all left at that point to go back to class and I figured I'll miss class. They start making the burrito again (but now remembering, they never did finish it). Guys showed up at that point who were all bragging about how good a shot they were.
* *For some reason I had a plan, and pulled a gun on one of them, right next to their face. I said sure he might be able to hit anything, but is he fast enough to stop me. Then I set the gun down, and say it was just to show them they're not all that great. The people around me are stunned and the two guys who were showing off are pissed. I tell them to prove they can hit a birdhouse maybe 150 feet away. They say it's easy and one nails it dead on. Then continues to hit hard targets he picks out. I eventually woke up around this time.