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Ok, yesterday I went to bed like 1.30 and woke up 2.30. After this I dreamed that I was with my mom in my home from Spain (I lived there 8 years and moved to Argentina 4 years ago). I was eating some kind of hybrid between a pineapple and a tomato... weird. Next thing I remember is a FA. I "woke up" in my bed and a kid told me to play football with a couple of friends of him. I told him that I suck at kicking balls, but still I would play. So he took a ball and we went to a field with hundreds of persons playing ball. It wasn't a football game, they just kicked the ball over and over again, it was funny. Then I told another kid that I'm hot (It's summer where I live) so I took off a sweater and left it somewhere far from they were playing. The kid stayed with me and I realized his sweater was totally dirty. I think this is when I realized I was dreaming. I kept playing "football" with the other kids, but this time I was flying. I can't remember what happened next, but I remember I tried a stabilization technique about spinning. After a few spins I woke up, kinda dizzy, I won't try this again

Date: 21 Dec

Natural wake: 100mg Gingko

Wbtb: 60 mg caffeine, latte

As I am staying still, relaxing, I get the familiar sense of gentle tingling or whatever, but change positions too often to allow it to deepen and possibly feel my dream body detach.

I partially recall zooming in on the beard (barely grown) of someone I know and having some thoughts about it, but was quickly pulled out of the dreamlet.

In the beginning before the wild, I vaguely recall experiencing similar physical sensations of someone trying to interact with me, but ignored them to fall asleep.

Mini-wild: I finally find myself in a dream, looking at this guy I know, there's another DC next to him as well. I try to engage in the dream, so place my hand on his head and touch the fence. This is on the street of my current place. It's quite dark and I carefully try to move, but my head is slightly constrained and I have some sort of tunnel vision (not sure if seeing with one eye or two). I manage to turn around and think about moving with super speed. Without much effort my body speeds up towards the end of the street, I take a turn and continue moving super fast on the next street. The dream quality is still bad, dark and my speed moving makes me see lots of people and items quickly coming in and out of sight. I slow down to contemplate on my goals, whereby I try to remember the exact sequence of things I wanted to do. Just as I remember, the dream falls apart and I find myself back in bed.

I am back in my real bed, aware of the true and exact position of my body, yet at the same time, I have the very physical sensation of someone touching me, trying to wake me up. I think this person also said something. The whole thing is super realistic and I begin to wonder if someone is really trying to wake me up. I ignore what's happening, but the physical feeling of there being someone and wake shaking me persists. I feel creeped out and turn over then it disappears.

Too awake now to continue sleeping.

Date: 19 Dec

Natural wake:500 mg ginseng

Wbtb: 22 mg caffeine

LD: We are four guys in some city in the past like the 30-50s in the winter. It feels as if we belong to a gangster organization or so and have just walked away from this store where we got some expensive long winter coats, mine was grey, the other guy's white, without paying. A group of other men is standing nearby, ready to come after us.

I become lucid but decide to play along (didn't check on my body if I was still a guy) and allow them to go after us and get the gang to start running. The bad guys slowly start coming in our direction, while we are discussing how to escape. I see a large city river running between the buildings and decide I will use it as a quick way out. My companions are a bit unsure of this, but they follow me as I go ahead with the idea I have in mind. Not quite sure if it will work, but it does. Just as I wanted, the surface of the river freezes and we get on the ice, gliding forward for couple of seconds, then walking and running. I turn back to check on the bad guys, they still seem to be in the distance. I try to manipulate the thought of where they will be. Yet, since they only seem to exist when I turn back, they are at a random distance each time. From what I can remember, the river turns into a melting snow street, I feel the dream destabilizing and try to control my speed. At some point I am running very fast, but it feels really weird as I don't feel my body the same way, whatever.

I lose track of some of my companions, then I remember I wanted to summon a horse (or raindeer) and this will be the perfect opportunity to use it to to ride faster than the chasers. Not sure how to proceed about this since I am still running, I pretend that I am already on a horse and feel as if I am riding it. The guy from our group in front of me is now riding a horse and I get the feeling that I am too. This whole thing is happening too fast for me to notice what's below, my vision is shaking from the movement and I look to the side to see if I am at a higher distance from the ground and I am. It feels as if I am riding a horse, but I am sure that there's no horse. Oh, well.

We soon reach the end of the road, get inside ? At this point the dream is quite unstable and things change a lot. I still check if the chasers are after us, and of course they are. Trying to use my eyes to spot the best place to go, I look for a place that looks more appealing. Some sort of flooded sewer, no. I just want a place where the dream continues on the street. As I look around everything closes and becomes dead end. Oops. I wonder what to do, contemplating a phase if things get too heated up and but turn around and decide to face them. The chasers are now here (since I kept thinking about them) and this guy carrying a large spiked club is getting closer. At this point, I conclude I went way too far with this "game" and mentally prepare being hit with the club. Then I remember that CL didn't feel any pain in a recent dream and maybe nothing will happen after all. The guy swings at me, but indeed nothing happens, did he even hit me?

I decide the moment is good to practice some kung fu. Another attacker approaches and we get into a struggle, but he's too hard to move initially. I still manage to throw him on the ground 2 times yet he doesn't seem to be hurt. I get distracted by thoughts and leave him standing, contemplating how are we (there is no we, but I still follow the scenario) going to deal with the bad guys. As soon as I think about us, my companions are back, but different DCs, we are five now, with a female classmate of mine being part of the team. Each of us will deal with each of them (they are four). Now there's this completely different DC attacker and I start getting a completely different idea of how to deal with him, we can seduce him with my classmate. This thought is enough and he is no longer menacing and I have other things on my mind. At this point and probably for the best, the dream ends.

Woke up, unknown time, attempted WILD. Worked, was in a locker room or something (did RC, only 4 fingers). Dream Fragmented. In some gym, stuck sitting between twins that were 8th grade girls. Talked about.. bronies? Other people started sitting. Woke up, was lucid beginning of dream then went semi-lucid btw. I could never spawn anything and stuff, though.

Next LD, using DEILD. Was in living room, people were there. Family? woke up.

I did it guys, it was weird when doing WILD. I was drifting asleep, trying to hit REM.

But nope, as soon as I hit REM my body vibrated and next thing I know, I open my eyes and BOOM.
Lucid.

December 24

Bed time 22 PM

WBTB 3 AM. I remembered two fragments: the first was about my friend who caught a flu and the second was about David Duchovny being a guest in some TV series.
I then took 4 mg galantamine and went back to bed

4: 50 AM I woke up from an epic journey. I remained stunned for a few minutes.

The dream started with a false awakening, although I couldn't realize it. I woke up because someone was grabbing and pinching me. Nervously i got up and went to check my phone. It began to glitch. My phone started showing some old message conversations with people I knew long time ago. I decided to go to kitchen. My mom is there. She is making coffee. On the counter I saw a Snickers. I was going to eat that for breakfast.
-I don't feel right, something strange is happening to me. -I told my mom.
-Don't be silly. -she replied and continued to twist in a kitchen.
I went to take something to put on. I opened a drawer and took a shirt. As I tried to close the drawer it stuck in the middle. I couldn't close it. I went back to kitchen to announce that the drawer doesn't close. My mom went to check it. She tried to close it and succeeded from the first time.
-What a scatterbrain... -she mumbled.
"That's strange" i thought. I checked what time was that. It was 8:52. I had to be at the bus station at 8:50 to arrive at the university for the first lecture. The first lecture was Psychology. As I couldn't make to the bus on time, I decided to pass the first lecture. I felt kind of drowsy. I felt like drunk + smoked out + tired. I started to wonder what the fuck is wrong with that drawer? Tried to open and close it again. Everything is okay. However, I always got feeling that something is wrong. The atmosphere was Matrix'ish or Inception'ish - everything is okay, but sometimes little glitches happen which make you doubt whether this is real world... AND I DIDN'T realize I WAS DREAMING. STUPID ME!


Then really weird shit happened. Some kind of dark angel appeared in front of me. It looked like that angel from Digimons, only it was black. It was female and very tall. With confidence I went to my Mom and asked:
-How would you explain that a fucking black angel is in our home?
-Look, what is wrong with you? Do you use drugs or something? -she asked.
I crumpled on the floor in disbelief that my Mother talks to me like this, that she doesn't believe me and can't help me... As I was sitting on the floor i saw the black angel becoming bigger and angrier. Her smile became evil and she laughed at me. I looked up at her and somehow it popped to my head that she feeds on my emotions. I got up, smiled and tried not to be sad. I tried not to care about "my mom not believing me" situation. And voila! The black angel became smaller and normal looking again.

She came closer to me, kneel down and showed me a silver pendant. I recognized an eye of Horus in that. Although it was more complex. The pendant was lying on the palm of the dark angel. Her palm was burnt out with that symbol. Her hand was dirty and the skin was coarse. I remember her hand in very great detail.
-One, who has this pendant, lives forever. -she said quietly, -I live the fourth time already. -added the angel. She told me she will wait me in the church and disappeared... I was thinking "damn..I am definitely not drugged or something, I am sober, I guess every in-some-way-spiritual person begins to see something more than normal people. This angel will be like my imaginative friend, or maybe my guide...."


I am at the church. There is a huge castle model inside. I see mini soldiers participating in the castle siege. Like in a video game, they survive an enemy wave and then goof around shooting team mates. It was strange because some soldiers used very modern machine guns. I saw empty golden rounds all around. My attention was caught by a lady in black. That's her! The black angel! She has changed her clothes. She was wearing a shiny tight corset expressing her waist and breasts. She didn't wear a mask. I saw her face. She had long dark hair. The black angel was beautiful and sexy but somehow not my type.

A thought came to my head: "I don't know...I don't know why I came to the church, I don't know who that black angel is. I must be careful. I can't trust her so bluntly. What if she is a demon?" I was watching her and made a cross sign with my fingers in my pocket. "If she's a demon, that should generate some reaction from her." However she didn't even looked once to my side. I saw how she pulled out her Iphone and began to talk with someone.

There was a little boar on the floor. It looked interesting. The boar was size of a foot. I came close to it and that little bastard suddenly jumped on my arm and bit me. The boar toothed to my sleeve and didn't let go. I was trying to shake it off - no luck. I started running around and shaking my hand to get rid of it. I tried to get the boar off with my other hand, but then he would stick to that hand too! Finally I found a way how to get rid of it. " I need to make a double shake off." When the boar toothed to my sleeve I grabbed it with my other hand and immediately shook it off the floor. That fury bastard didn't give up. He was running after me. And he was faster! He jumped and got his teeth in my ass. I screamed out of pain and woke up! I felt a real sting in my ass for a few seconds

I took noted about this dream and went back to bed.

8:50. Remembered one fragment about me being the only white guy in a group.
Also remembered one dream about me participating in a beatbox battle, then struggling to find a place to eat, my friend spending lots of money on alcohol, me buying him a conference ticket and so in..

15:00 I took a nap and remember one fragment about talking with my grandparents.

I heard galantamine stays in system for 48 hours, so I hope it would help me tonight too!
All in all I am very happy with such a cool dream. However I am disappointed I couldn't become lucid

I Remember gaining my conscious during a dream even though I didn't do any RC at all. I just gained Lucidity somehow and started messing around with things. I started summoning all kinds of people/things like walls and people. I tried to just outright summon something but it failed. I've found that the best way for me to summon things would be to have something block the place where u want to summon the object. I Had to use my hand to block the area first before I Summoned a wall to block the door so my brother can't get out. I did it a couple of times and got bored so I just went around and summoned a whole bunch of people (some of who I don't even know). But the dream ended soon and I just wanted to test out Summoning.

I had experienced a WILD and "teleported" to the outside of my house. The warmth of the sun felt amazing on my skin and the wind blowing through the trees made me really think about the reality of things. Anyway. I take a step and just think, " who wants to walk in a dream?" so i bolted to the sky. I notice below me a couple of people i know from school standing around a gas station. I land right next to one, namd Jeremey. I begin to shake him and tell him its just a dream, that he has to wake up. He just gives me a crazy look and i just say goodbye and fly off.
Two or three months later, Jeremy came to my house and told me about this dream he had and almost blew his mind, somehow we shared a dream and i woke him upon within the dream, he said as i shook him, he realized he was in a dream and was the most vivid dream he has had in his eniter life. LOL.
Crazy things are possible.

fragment 1:
Zombie children were chasing me around, I had just watched sinister 2 so that probably had something to do with it

fragment 2:
I was in a mall, the earliest part I can remember I was already lucid. I was walking around the mall and some girl was with her boyfriend up on the 2nd floor, making fun of me. I flew up there and waved my hand across the guy's face jedi-style and said, "walk away, these are not the droids you are looking for". He walked away. I kidnapped the mean girl and flew away. I eventually saw a high-tech store where everybody was working on computers. On the way in the world started to get blurry, so I stabilizled by making an Om noise and felt it reverberate through my dream body and the world around me. I went in with the girl and sat down in the back with Zach Galifianakis, we made jokes for awhile. I wish I could remember what they were because I thought they were hilarious in the dream. The girl eventually said that she wanted to be set free, I laughed at her and then unzipped my pants and said, "okay, but first you have to do something for me". She gave a look of horror and slowly moved her head downwards, but then she transformed into a guy in a business suit and I quickly said, "Wait, just kidding just kidding! you're free to go". That's what I get for abusing dream characters.

As I was walking out of the store, I saw a gorgeous Japanese lady working at one of the computers. She was wearing semi-transparent pink lingerie. I asked her boss what she was doing and if I could take her. He said that she was working on designing a proton circuit and that it was very important. I asked him if I could take her if I found a genius replacement, he said yes. So I went outside, expecting to find a genius and immediately I saw an old friend from middle school. He was one of the most brilliant people that I have ever met. I walked up to him and waved my hand across his face (jedi-style again) and told him that he was a genius and that he was going to follow me. A mysterious smirk ran across his face and he followed. When we crossed the store's threshold I suddenly woke up in a chair in the same store with killer head pain and my teeth felt awful (My real body's jaw was clenching). The genius was sitting next to me with an evil grin on his face. I pulled upper and lower teeth retainers out of my mouth and then cursed the DC that was still staring at me very evilly. My teeth had turned into the teeth of a little girl, the genius DC started laughing at me. I pulled all my teeth out, made a huge toothless grin at the genius DC and it felt a lot better. Then I grew new, powerful teeth and I realized that I must have made him a little bit too smart for his own good. The dream ended here, DEILD'd back in.

Dream 1, DEILD:
I started in an ancient, Mayan, temple courtyard, walking along with the genius DC from the last dream. The walls were probably 100 feet high and covered in moss and vines,. Tree branches were overhead with light pouring between the cracks. The ground was a combination between moss covered steps and patches of earth/grass. I said to the DC, "Hey! you were in my last dream, weren't you". He nodded. I asked him, "I made you too smart didn't I". He nodded again. I remembered that I wanted go to Denn and immediately I started running towards a wall, the keymaster started chasing after me. He was a short, old man with a ton of keys around his waist. He deftly knocked the lock off a hidden door, opened it, and patted me on the back as a way of saying I was good to go. Dream edges started to get blurry, so I stabilized again. I went through the door and there were several more doors that I had to go through, one of them I had to knock the lock off with telekinesis. Eventually I came to a little maze. On the other side of the maze was the forest outside of Denn. The forest was lush with plantlife, ferns, enormous trees with buttress roots. I transformed myself into the Psyblade character I made, and then I walked down a river expecting it to take me to Denn. Along the river were elementals, some fire, some earth, some water. Thinking back on it, I probably should have befriended one. One of them attacked me with fireballs, I dodged them, jumped on its head then started running away. After running for a minute I saw the rooftops of Denn off in the distance. I came to a small house and looked around. Straight ahead of me was Denn, to the left was a cave, and to the right was a bamboo forest. There was also a Japanese lady running around the house at super speed. Her legs looked like the roadrunner's. I tried to run as fast as her but I couldn't keep up and I forgot to stabilize. Dream ended, woke up.

Dream 2, WILD:
I started at my parents' house. My sister, her bf, her bf's friend, and my sister's friend that has a crush on me were all there. My sister's bf's friend started being mean to me, so I slapped him around and locked him in a room with my mind powers. I went out into the living room and my sister was there with her friend, I talked to them for a minute as I was walking around, looking for the keymaster. I almost stepped in dog poo. Dream started to get blurry again, so I stabilized. I figured I would try to do something cool while I was here. I tried to make flames come out of my hands. Initially, nothing, but as I started to visualize the flames better, they erupted out. I started shooting flames at the kitties, chasing them around with it. It was harmless, cold flame though so they couldn't get hurt. Dream got blurry again, I forgot to stabilize and it ended. DEILD'd back in.

Dream 3, DEILD:
Back at the house again, only my sister was there now. I walked around looking for the keymaster again, still nothing. I asked my sister what happened to everybody else, she told me that they went skiing. dream ended, fade to black (damnit). DEILD'd back in.

Dream 4, DEILD:
Started in my old room, my sister was in there. She showed me a picture of someone on her phone. I told her that was nice, pushed her aside and opened a door, expecting to find Denn. Nope, nothing. I opened another door, same thing. I went to the front door, dream started to get blurry. I tried the stabilization technique that Sivason explained. I got really close and looked at the door handle like I've never seen one before, and it became very detailed and vivid. I walked outside and everything had a bright, glossy hue. I tried to yell for the keymaster to come help me. Nothing came out, weird. So I just imagined the words as I walked around looking for him. After wandering for awhile I felt a surge of adrenaline and woke up, tried to DEILD again, too far awake.

I guess u could say I was visiting anothr country because I never seen this land before. I was climbing up a tower on an unstable ladder but surprisingly the ladder didn't break. I looked down at where the water was and found this one huge earthworm swimming through holes in the water( I guess he was kinda like a boss that was roaming everywhere because I remembered that lol).
I climbed down and told my brother to come check this out. As he came by. the worm also came out of the water to attack us. I ran away and when I looked back, my brother was Link from LoZ and my brother had defeated it and the worm coward back into his holes in the water. I was impressed lol. After a bit, I ended up at my High school again (as always) and saw one of my girl classmates again. we were doing work and it was almost time to go. Even though I looked at the clock, I didnt know that it was a sign telling me I was asleep until I woke up. I then got a letter from a person. " Who is this from?" I asked.
Mailman replied "That lady sent it to you." It was my girl classmate (Christy X) for short that sent it to me... Why?
I opened it up and again, it was a sign telling me that I was in a dream but I didnt notice. I was Reading the letter but it was kind of hard to do because it was all blurry and the words were always changing but I finally got out the message. She says that Shes been waiting for the moment that I asked her out, but it never happened, so she says that she loves me and wants to go out with me.
I was also rushed while reading this letter because the mailman wanted it back or some reason (guess a dc made a mistake and was afraid of me being Lucid). As Christy was coming over, the mailman asked me what I was going to do with the letter.
"I think Ill keep these as love letters for memories" I replied.
She says "Oh no I don't think I wanna do that."
"No it'll be good to collect these. Its for our memories together" I replied.
She then sat down next to me and we stated chatting.
I asked her Where she wanted to go at lunch since we were at school anyways, no freedom to go anywhere off campus. She said that we could just walk around and talk since we're really just starting out .
By the time I know it, it was Lunch time already. We then packed our things together and went off.
Unfortunately, it was where it ends because I woke up. It really broke my heart that it was just a dream.
This is definitely a dream that I wanna keep and continue on. I really wanna see how this dream is gonna end like.

12-19-2013 -- [Two detailed lucids today, surrounded by days of nothing even memorable. Sigh! But these two dreams were really cool!] I am in a supermarket that seems familiar, though I cannot identify the exact chain or location. There is a bit with managers and entering through turnstiles or something that seem vaguely reminiscent of other recent dreams, then soon I am wandering the aisles. Eventually I come across an aisle that has snack cakes, and among the various offerings are the Little Debbie Christmas Cakes that I enjoy. But for some reason the packs have been broken up, and the individual plastic-wrapped two packs are being offered for sale, and a few of them are a new strawberry flavor, rather than my usual preferred chocolate flavored ones. Since I don't know if they are any good, I decide to open one and eat it, to test how I like it, so I can decide if I want to buy a bunch of them or not. I figure I will just take the wrapper to the register with whatever else I decide to purchase, and pay for them all at once. I don't really like the strawberry ones that much, but I still want to get some of the chocolate.

Suddenly I find I have left the store, and I don't know why, but I am kind of worried about it. I never paid for the one I ate, and even if I go back, they are going to be mad at me, and darn it, I don't even know why I left! I find myself in an odd blend of California and Omaha that I have dreamed of before. I am on a freeway that is a cross between the 22 in California and I-680 in Omaha. I am trying to figure out exactly where I am and where the store was and get back to it, and I seem to be driving Joe L's Lexus SUV. I am just starting to turn a corner while muttering about pizza, and a nearby cop hears me and calls me over. I am worried about a ticket or something, but no, he just points to an NYPD (New York Pizza Deli) and says it is his favorite. Soon after, some rough looking guys in a beat up van (who look like they could be real trouble) are flagging me down ... to make their own recommendation! Nuts, all of them!

Soon I am back on the freeway, heading north, but the car has disappeared, and I am now flying along. Soon I am flying through a building, and some woman is attacking me, saying something about how because I am flying, I killed her husband. I think my dead mom is trying to argue with her about it. Meanwhile, I am just trying to get away from the crazy woman when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I glance back to find a ghostly angel flying above me. I think it is Louie Anderson [and it took me perhaps 45 minutes to find him on the internet to identify him ... though it turns out he is not dead in real life, like I thought], who apologizes for her, saying she doesn't really mean it, she is just upset about his death. Though I had nothing to do with Louie's death, somehow I help his wife to easily pass on to join him, and the two of them fly off to heaven.

Meanwhile, they have carried me far higher into the air than I usually manage to fly on my own, and I find myself up around maybe thirty stories in the air, and am flying back toward the ground. I am worried about hitting the power lines and such, which are everywhere, and almost forming a net waiting for me, but the positive aspects of the dream hold, and I easily sail through them without getting caught up, until I am back at a level I am comfortable with, 20 to 30 feet in the air. I am now getting fairly close to where I think the store is, but I find myself flying through the middle of a generic shopping mall (not one of the specific ones I often dream of). I am now flying south through this mall, heading for an exit, but there are a couple of sisters (at least I assume they are sisters, as they look quite similar.) They are large women, bulky, but not seriously fat. They remind me of a cross between one of my relatives and a balloon artist named Patricia Bunnell. They are kind of chasing me and trying to catch me for my daring to be different and unique, and having the ability to fly.

I speed up and try to fly to the exit, but they sense what I am doing. "He's trying to escape," they scream, and rush to the doors ahead of me, blocking them off so I can't get through. So I turn around and start to fly in the opposite direction, figuring I will lose them, and find another set of doors to exit out of. Problem is, others start to chase me, more out of interest than the anger the two women were showing. One guy and his wife are close, and he manages to grab my leg even though I am right up by the ceiling, because he is 9 or 10 feet tall, with long arms. Darn it! I keep trying to slip his grasp and fly away, and as they hold on to me, they both figure out how to fly, and are soon able to fly on their own. "How is this possible?" she asks. "It's a dream," I reply. "We're all dreaming?" I don't want to be rude and tell her she is probably only a figment of my imagination, so I hedge and say "I only know that I am dreaming." "Well, how did you get so smart about dreams?" And I start to explain to her how I started making lists of my dreams back in high school, and by now have thousands of dreams written down to learn from. I also hint at the fact that since I know I am dreaming, I might find somebody to have some fun with.

By this point, right as I am considering landing and trying to lose myself in the crowd, we exit through some doors on the west side of the mall, and the couple let go of me, and decide to fly off on their own to their own adventure. I'm pleased to find I am finally free, and am about to soar off and resume trying to find the grocery store, when suddenly somebody else latches on to me. I find it is a tall, attractive, rather Nordic blonde with a thick Nordic accent. "How?" she demands of me, as we drift through the air. I start explaining about knowing you are dreaming as I wrap my arms around her. I tell her she is warm and safe and protected. I won't let anything happen to her. I steal a line from Douglas Adams and explain that flying is really quite simple ... you just have to throw yourself at the ground, and miss. But I stress it's the bit about missing that is important, because otherwise it can be kind of painful. I wrap my arms further around her as she chuckles, very close to feeling her up as I continue this wonderful new technique of seduction by teaching flying.

12-19-2013 -- [Sleeping poorly, kept waking up, but I think eventually I was only dreaming I was waking up. Weird stuff. Lucid. Sex, rape, and violence ahead.] I am driving along in Joe's SUV when somehow the power steering goes out, but it is really strange and kind of intermittent. I think I am trying to do some sort of mystery shop or something, though I am not really sure. Anyway the steering is almost impossible at one slow speed, and then works fine at another speed just slightly slower or slightly faster, and I am trying to get the perfect speed so that I can actually manage to drive the car. I think there is a tiny bit about talking to my sister (maybe), or perhaps not. The first bits are rather choppy, as again, I think I am drifting in and out of sleep. Maybe.

I find myself at a hotel, and I seem to be kind of changing out beer barrel-like bottles of soda syrup for the fountain drinks, and as part of a mystery shop am somehow taking one of the large barrels and trying to load it into the bike with a basket that the car has turned in to. I manage to get it into the basket, and am trying to get the bike lined up so that I can try to drive out of here, when a couple of crazy (but kind of attractive) Oriental women come driving up in their car. I am somehow several yards away from my bike, all of a sudden, walking toward it, when they start to back up right into where the bike is sitting. I'm calling out "No!" and they are winking and smirking at me, making sure that I know that they know exactly what they are doing. They crush and mangle the bike between their car and the wall, and I am suddenly furious. Thing is, I know I am dreaming, but I am furious that they are intentionally messing with me.

Spoiler for sex and rape:

I stalk toward them, explaining that this is a dream, and it is my dream, and I can really make them pay for messing with me, and I decide "You screwed me by wrecking my bike, so I am going to screw both of you ... literally." They are now frightened and start backing away from me. I want to make it as bad as possible, so I drop my pants, grab my penis, and start stretching it and pumping it and working it until it gets longer and longer, thicker and thicker. Soon it is massive. Meanwhile, the two Oriental women are getting smaller and smaller, until they only stand 3 1/2 or 4 feet tall. I grab the first one, roughly strip off her clothes, then shove myself into her. I shove further and further, until with a bit of a pop, the barest tip of my penis forces its way out her mouth from the inside. I finally pull out of her and grab the other one, and start to do the same thing, but I find myself thinking I stopped just the smallest bit too soon, and should have pushed just a little bit farther, until the entire head pushed out, rather than just the top two or three millimeters of the crown.

I am just about done anyway, when this rough looking character seems to want to come to their aid. I can tell that he is a thief, so I decide to get a little more revenge by letting him know that the two women (who are staying in the hotel) have something very valuable in their suite. So he leaves them and starts upstairs, to break into the suite. Meanwhile I just fly up the side of the building, sneak in the window, and grab whatever the valuable is, not only stealing it, but framing the thief in the process. Mess with me in my dream, will you? I'm casually making my way out the window when the thief triggers an alarm or something, and he comes rushing to the window. He throws himself out, using some kind of harness or parachute to slow his descent, and as he leaps, he spots me and realizes he has been set up.

I have no harness, parachute or gadgets, but I don't need any ... its my dream! I fly down several stories, and fly into a parking garage, mostly under control, just slightly wild, and almost knock over a couple walking through the garage. I am not 100% sure, but they look like they are probably Rose and Mickey from Doctor Who. Meanwhile, police cars are screaming into the area to check on the alarm, and Rose and Mickey realize they are in the wrong place at the wrong time. They duck behind a car as a police car drives by, swinging it's search light into the parking garage. (At this point I notice that the front of the police car is slightly crumpled, like it has been in an accident, though this fact has no affect on the dream.) I turn myself invisible before the cop can see me, but Mickey is getting more and more nervous, and suddenly makes a break for it, making himself look horribly guilty, and attracting the attention of all the police.

He is quickly caught, and he has no reason to try and protect me, so he explains about the guy who flew out of the hotel and into the parking garage, and then turned invisible. The cop is kind of skeptical, but glancing around the area, as I try to shift away from him, it seems he can catch glimpses of my movement out of the corner of his eye. He suddenly calls out to all the other police that he caught a glimpse of one of "them", someone with some sort of power who turned themselves invisible. Suddenly I am backing up from a bunch of cops reaching out and grabbing for my invisible figure in a scene very reminiscent of Harry Potter backing away from Filch and Snape in the first movie. Suddenly there are six or seven cops, male and female, plain-clothes and in uniform, all chasing me. They can't see me, except a brief flicker in the corner of the eye, but that's enough to keep them crowding ever closer. A couple of them are blindfolded, to enhance their other senses, and one of them seems to be a strange whip-creature, flailing long, thin tentacles at me, trying to score a touch which I somehow know might poison me, and things are getting tighter and tighter.

I make a break for it, and try to fly out of the structure, but somehow they have been getting ready for me, and there are strong, but thin, nearly invisible wires strung everywhere that I trigger and have to punch my way through to get out of the parking garage, and when I do, that drops a strong, heavy net on me. By this time, I have had enough. I turn visible as I tear apart the net, and am soon surrounded by the cops. I start to warn them off. "This is a dream. It is my dream. I am all-powerful in it." I point to one guy. "Your pants are going to fall!" Suddenly his pants are around his ankles. I point at another. "You're about to trip." He flops over backward onto his butt. "Sorry for this!" I point at another one and transform him into some sort of furry animal, perhaps a weasel. I can clearly remember another lucid dream I once had, where it was starting to turn into a nightmare (can be read here) and explain to the cops that I could conjure up a full-blown nuke and blow the entire dreamscape to kingdom come. "Do you really want to mess with me?!?" Most of the cops start backing off, but one big black cop (when I wrote the dream down, I knew specifically who he looked like, but didn't write it down, and now it is gone) is stupidly brave or an absolute idiot, and grabs me, so I tell him he is going to fall down and his stomach is going to explode. The others are seriously backing off now, but not quick enough to avoid being lightly coated with bits of blood and skin as his belly explodes over everyone.

I start to fly off, but everybody who has been in the area is now convinced I am a god, and I am surrounded by people calling out for me to do things for them. Some are nothing more than greedy, selfish users who just want wealth and valuables, but many others are desperate, homeless, or horribly sick or injured. The ones who are truly in need, I feel for, but I am not god, I am just dreaming. I am only limited by what I can conceive of, but the mass of people calling out for help are large enough that it is more than I can conceive of. I land in a convertible next to a slim, attractive blonde woman, and I pull aside her top and start playing with her nipples, but neither of us are really into it. I just can't stop thinking about all these hurting people.

Meanwhile, I spot another thin woman who is not so attractive, and is very hillbilly-ish. She seems to be a cross between the wife of the farmer who gets turned into the 'Edgar suit' in the first Men in Black movie and Cletus's wife on the Simpsons, and she is calling out for help for her husband, who cannot leave their car. I glance over at him, and he has a cheap mechanical heart made from a gallon milk jug, sitting in an almost non-existent torso, and is obviously in bad shape. This is at least somewhat beyond me, but I lay hands on him and start to pray for him, hoping I have enough faith to do some good. Thankfully new skin starts to grow around his torso, and I seem to have managed to bring forth some serious healing for him. One of their kids is a teenage daughter who no longer believes in anything at all, and I am trying to figure out some way to help her, but that one is going to take some thinking. They have a slightly younger son who is a little pudgy, and reminds me a bit of Pugsley from the Addams Family, who is working on some sort of school assignment, and is trying to make either a sword or a musical instrument (which it is changes moment to moment) from a bit of scrap, and I move over to him to start doing something.

The mom is trying to stop me, not wanting me to do it for him, as she wants him to get whatever grade he earns, and learn from the experiment. Instead she calls out for me to just make him some candy or something. But she doesn't realize what I am doing. I am not making whatever it is for him, I am just changing the scrap he is working with into a very fine and valuable piece of lumber so that if he does fine enough work with it, the finished product may be worth a lot of money. Leaving him to do the work, but greatly increasing the potential value of that work. As soon as I finish that, I wave my hand and the candy the mother asked for rains down on both children.

11-27-2013 -- [Dreams are weird! Slept all night, many hours, dreamed almost nothing, or at least nothing I could remember. Was sitting in bed this morning, mostly awake and relaxing. Drifted off for a couple minutes, and had the following crazy, all-over-the-place dream that is longer and more detailed than almost anything I have dreamed for a week or two.]

So I am standing around at the Falador west mine, trying to do some mining when a blue structure that looks much like the TARDIS appears next to me, and several vaguely monkey-like aliens start spilling out of it like some sort of bizarre flash mob, and seem to be ready to attack me, except suddenly I hear this whistling sound getting louder and louder as a shadow appears on the ground, and everything shakes as a falling star crashes to earth right next to me. This thing is quite large, and I think it has to be at least a size 8 or 9. I run over to make the tag and collect the bonus xp when there is a second bang, and a small star (size 1 or 2) slams down right next to it. I am wondering if I am going to be able to collect the bonus xp twice. But as I try to touch the second star, things shift.

I find myself on a small, sandy hill, kind of sinking into the sand, trying to keep my balance, and as I glance at the mini map, I find I have shifted perhaps a quarter of a screen over, and start trying to make it back to where the two stars just landed, except something seems to be trying to keep me away. It's really weird. I finally manage to force myself back to the right spot, except the stars are gone, the alien flash mob is gone, and the blue TARDIS-like box has turned into a cross between a large robot suit and an astronaut's outfit. I'm kind of walking around it when a government agent who is dressed kind of like a 30s hard-boiled detective, and looks kind of Mel Gibson shows up. He thinks I am the alien who arrived in the suit, and is trying to force me back into it so he can lock me in it and cart me off to experiment on or something.

I am wrestling with him, trying to get away, while explaining that I am not the alien, when the truck that we are standing behind starts to move. He throws me to the ground, hopefully so that I will be unharmed as the truck passes over me, but since it is very close to the ground, he may just be trying to get me ran over. Sigh. But thankfully the truck only moves a couple of inches, then stops. I stand up and find myself standing next to what almost seems to be the Mystery Machine from Scooby Doo, and as I turn, I see my online friend Maddie, who seems to be pulling a t-shirt over her head. "Hey, I'm almost nude, changing clothes here," she snaps at me, and I turn my back to her, while turning red.

A few seconds later she taps me on the shoulder and as I start to turn around, I find myself in a sort of maze of dark, narrow passages in what seems to be a food storage area in a sort of large restaurant kitchen. I am winding my way through shelves of food supplies and prep tables and the like, avoiding a slightly glowing yellow goo on the floor that I am trying desperately not to step in. Dangerous, icky stuff. I manage to walk out of the area backward, while still managing to avoid stepping in anything, and find myself in a large, wide open warehouse loading dock area that is still quite dark, but lights are just starting to flash on all over the place as people come running in trying to find out who has broken in and why.

11-24-2013 -- [First lengthy, detailed dream I have had in several days.] Am in a church which is a cross between Pine Castle UMC (the balcony above the narthex) and Buena Park First Church of the Nazarene (the physical location and the rest of the building layout.) I seem to be Harry Potter, and it is dark and quite late at night. There are no lights, but I am sitting on the floor of the balcony watching a small television that seems to somehow be showing one of the later Harry Potter movies or something, and I am learning secrets that will eventually let me beat Voldemort. Problem is, I hear angry muttering, and when I peer over the balcony, I can see Voldemort down by the pulpit. He is watching the same thing on a much larger screen, and is getting more and more angry about what he is seeing.

At this point I am a very young Harry Potter, and I know Voldemort could probably destroy me easily, and he can see the flickering light of the television I am watching from where he is, even if he can't see me. I somehow know that as he gets angrier, he will end up destroying me and the balcony. But then I realize, he can't see me, he can't hear me, and there are no lights anywhere except the slight flicker from the tv screens, if I am slow and quiet, I can open up one of the doors to the stairs, climb down into the narthex, then exit out one of the double glass doors on the side, and I should be able to run away without being seen. Perhaps I can put enough distance between us that I should be able to hide for a while.

I follow my plan, and make it out the doors, expecting an explosion all the while, but I manage to get outside before anything happens. I run along the side of Shamlin Hall, then reach the brick fence and start to climb it. Oddly, unlike all the past dreams I have had about climbing these fences, and into these yards, there are no big dogs chasing at me. As soon as I think this, a gray dog comes running up, but it is a little smaller than usual, and isn't barking nearly so much. I hold out a hand for it to sniff, then pick it up, and seem to have made a friend of it, which is a nice change. [I have dreamed about climbing fences in the area and cutting through or hiding in yards through here many times, but this time is a lot smoother than usual.]

I am cutting across to reach Orangethorpe as usual, but I soon find myself in the middle of a sort of park with a couple of softball fields, and some people are playing. I have no intention of joining in, but I do pass through the area, avoiding both the kids and adults who are playing. Oddly, I run into Captain Jack (character from Doctor Who), dressed as a ball player, and flirting with everyone around him, whether male, female, or child.

I continue on, and soon find myself standing on Orangethorpe, at a cross between a sort of bus stop and a food truck, and I run into some of the Scoobie Gang. Giles is here, though he almost immediately takes off looking for help. I think Buffy is on patrol. But Willow is here, and is seriously injured. She has a badly mangled arm that will probably never be whole again, unless I do something. I pick her up in my arms, and twist her bad arm in a way that it really shouldn't bend, but then I start pouring healing magic into it, and it starts to heal and straighten in a remarkable way. With some time to rest, she is going to end up being just fine. I leave her with her friends, and wander off into the night, worn and exhausted.

I am weak and tired, I have exhausted all my magic in healing Willow, and I am just stumbling through the parking lot of a somewhat worn apartment complex. There is a dirty blonde, probably in her mid-30s, sleeping in her car in the parking lot. She is poor, dirty, not in the best shape, and she is kind of propositioning me. I guess in this dream the power Voldemort knows not is probably sex, rather than love, because I decide to have sex with her, knowing that will recharge my core. I climb into the car, and have sex with her, though the dream kind of skips past that. I am feeling a bit better, and have kind of partly recharged, when I get the odd feeling we are being watched.

We are parked next to a sort of a repair truck ... the kind that might be a real repair truck, or might be something that the FBI is using to spy on people. I am trying to stare into this truck, somehow thinking it is where they are spying on us from, when I hear someone opening up the passenger side door of the car, and I am not able to react fast enough as the door is torn open, I am pulled out, and am beaten and knocked unconscious. When I come to, I am being dragged through a parking lot by a guy in fatigues, as he also pulls along the dirty blonde I was with. Problem is, though he knocked me out, and my head hurts, I did finish 'recharging' my core, first. He doesn't even know what is happening at first, as I morph my body to look like his, then morph his to look like me. After that, I hit him with a kind of an imperious, so he won't be able to say anything. I am still dizzy from being knocked out, and he is dizzy from the mind control, so we're kind of stumbling along keeping each other upright.

We're in a sort of large junk yard, with scrap all around us, and I am guessing he and his people have made their base here. Another soldier dressed in fatigues comes up, and seems to think he has the right to beat up on the other guy (since he looks like me and I him) and he starts to attack him, but I turn around and kill him, then stick him through a narrow hole in the fence that leads to a sort of truck yard, and I hope he won't be found until after I find my way out of here. We keep staggering through the junk yard, and we eventually find our way back to Orangethorpe. By this time I am nearly back to 100%. I let the girl go, then I knock out the soldier who had originally knocked me out, and finally I morph into an entirely new disguise so hopefully nobody can recognize me.

I make my way back to the food truck (which is slowly changing into a couple of tents containing some sort of buffet at what is seeming to be turning into a college campus) looking for any of the Scoobies, as well as anybody who may be spying on them for Voldemort (how I figure I must have been captured), and ready to thrash any soldiers I might find watching them, while I hope my disguise is good enough if Voldy himself should come by.

Before going to take a nap I saw this movie called True Grit (the 2010 version). It is a western movie, good one. The first thing I can recall from the dream is that I had something like a branch in my hands and I threw it to a group of persons. They were "the bad guys" and everything looked pretty much like a western movie, in fact I think some of them were wearing hats. So I throw this branch and hit one of them, climbed a little hill and knock out another one of them, then I see 3 more "bad guys" hiding in what looks like the roof of a building near me. I go there hiding from this 3 guys, I kick one of them and throw him down, then I see a shadow of someone pointing at me with a revolver, I quickly see the other bad guy pointing at me and jump from this "building". I jump and dove into a river. I already knew that I was dreaming, but i did some kind of a RC, i could breath under water (didn't pinch my nose). I start following the river and ended up in something that looked like a sunken ship, all made of rusty metal. It was really vivid, very realistic. I felt a lot my touch and other senses

Morning of December 22, 2013. Sunday.



This dream was not that short, but much of it was based on attention regarding perception and focus of just a few ideas and images. In my dream, my brother sends me a particular JPEG photo on Facebook (which he had not done in real life before - he never posted images on my Facebook page). I am at the computer and when I look at the image, it is very clear. The image is mostly of a Teddy bear sitting on a smaller stack of books in the center of a bed. Also in the room are lots of other details. For a time, I seem to be doing photo projection (within my dream itself) for some reason.

After a short time, I notice the image seems to change as if it is doing a slow 180 degree pan (central to the Teddy bear position) on one side (as I move my head side to side very slightly) and then the other so that I can see what had been behind the Teddy bear and see other things at different angles. This happens in a very subtle way in some photo projection experiences (depending on the image) in real life, but in this case, in my dream, it is quite intriguing and amazingly vivid (though I am not lucid). It is as if all the image-based data of a full 360 degree rotation is somehow encoded within the one otherwise flat image (seemingly oriented within the center which - again - is represented by the Teddy bear in this case - for example, as if the Teddy bear is the hub and everything around it is the 360 degree “wheel” which pans around 180 degrees to each side depending on how I move my head - however, I still do not see up and down in a similar way in this case relative to detail change).

I decide that my brother sent me a special kind of hologram, perhaps without knowing that himself - or maybe it is a new technology relating to holographic photography (that he is absentmindedly “showing off”, or not knowing that I do not have all the equipment associated with its full usage) of a type that goes beyond the much older View Master types (and the very old technology relating to 3-D back in the 1940s and such being far superior to what they make these days, some of which is actually fake or rendered artificially). In my dream, I am contemplating how it works, thinking somewhat about the small plastic cards with images that appear to move through a stage of several frames when you change the angle by moving it slightly, but I think that would require a special monitor with several thin and angled layers.

I am thinking about talking to my brother in an enthusiastic state of cheerful surprise. There are other photos; one, I think, of his cat on the floor of his kitchen and at least one outside scene.

A little later, I seem to be in the parking lot with some of my belongings near a mall in Wisconsin that had been north of all the places I lived in the region (near Shopko, I think - based in Ashwaubenon, Wisconsin, near Green Bay). A younger male approaches me from the southeast. I seem to be near a table (or something set up with a piece of plywood on top); perhaps it is part of a larger flea market oriented east to west though I do not see many people around. I am sitting down at that point on a small chair. The man seems friendly, but I still feel a slight suspicion as if I feel he may attempt to rob me at one point, but that thought is not quite the dominating one. The man seems to be low on money and wants to know if I could buy some agates from him. I am not quite sure how much money I have, but I tell him that I already have a “guitar full of agates” (which is based on a much older real-life memory where I kept a large number of agates in an old guitar of my father’s, but this was over twenty years ago). I even describe to him what each one looked like as I put it inside the body of the guitar. I tell him about the ones that look a bit like candy corn, the red and white striped ones, and ones that look a bit like they have Paisley designs on them. He does not seem to be threatening at all (even though I hold the mild expectation of such) and he asks another man approaching from the north who is apparently there to look at something else at the implied flea market.

Eventually, I start talking to the man selling agates about the new holographic technology and how you can actually “step into” the images as if they were much like holodecks on the newer (“Next-Generation”-based) “Star Trek” shows (although earlier I had only seen “inside” the photos at a different size perspective). He listens, being only mildly interested, but does not comment. He just wants to sell all his agates to get enough for a small meal, I think. He is thin and passive. I do not think he will rob anyone “yet”.

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This turned out to also be precognitive relative to what my wife had been looking at, at the mall (including newer holographic images she was thinking of buying - one of a tiger), without any knowledge of such on my part or me sharing my dream beforehand. Funny, but happens every day to some extent. The other way it was precognitive involved pretty close detail to my brother Dennis (same brother as in my dream) posting images on Facebook in my timeline which he had never done before and no prior clue he would do so. I thought I had updated this particular entry in this section, but had not - partly because it happens so often. It had the usual “something bigger than life at work” feeling.

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