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9/15/2013, 10:05-5:50

I got off the computer at 8:25 last night. Didn't meditate, too busy talking with my family. Went to sleep at like 10:05, couldn't fall asleep till 11:00.

Dream 1:

I was in a town, and there was an arena in it. I went into the arena and forgot the rest of what happened. There was also the number 20 somewhere.

Wake-up (3:42):

Got up to go to the bathroom and drink some water. Thought about having an LD and stayed up for 3 minutes till 3:45 (numbers are in order ). Then, I fell asleep around 15 minutes later, and had a "lucid moment". Woke up a few seconds afterwards, probably too excited.

Dream 2:

This one was pretty long. I was in a barn at first. Well, a barn that was somehow turned into a bar. I saw these four suspicious people. They were all fat; really fat. One was an Indian guy, another was African-American guy. There was also a fat white woman, and a fat white guy with glasses. They were all staring at me and talking to each other.

So I left the bar and met my dad. We went to someone's house (a redneck-ish person) that looked EXACTLY like mine! Dad and I stayed there for a few hours, talking with the guy. There was also this cute curly blond daughter the guy had. I think I talked to her. All was well when, eventually, I saw the four fat people again! They were on the back deck of the house. My dad and the redneck guy were in the living room, talking, while I was with his daughter standing, staring at the 4 trespassers. They tried to quickly open the sliding screen door, but I quickly locked it with every lock there was (which, apparently, was that driving lock thing and three regular door locks on the side, more than it actually has). The 4 people then got angry, and entered the house through a secret door that I NEVER NOTICED before (sarcasm) that somehow went into the basement. I started screaming, "THEY'RE IN THE BASEMENT! THEY'RE IN THE BASEMENT!" Our parents and us quickly got up and went into the master bedroom. The redneck guy was trying to open the gun safe, when the four fat people came into the room, each carrying a pistol.

The Indian guy then started pointing his gun at everyone, along with the white guy. The Indian was talking about something, probably to do with this being a robbery. He pointed his pistol at me, saying, "I'll shoot him!" (or something to that effect) and I then crossed my arms and rolled to the side, thinking he doesn't know where my chest is, if he shot me (lol what the heck was I thinking?). I then realized my arms were crossed and put them behind my back, palm in palm against the wall. My dad then said, "Okay. Let's go sit in the living room and negotiate something." (or, again, something like that) and all the adults left, leaving me and the girl in the bedroom.

I tried to open the gun safe. It had a fairly sharp point at the top, and the top number was 2000! I then saw the girl go into the closet. I asked, "Why you going in there?" She said, "I don't want them finding me when I come back." I then decided to climb in with her. I then got this feeling we were gonna end up making out, and the dream ended.

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So I went to bed at i dunno, 1am or something last night! I woke up about one or two hours later, and i was having an awful sleep. NIGHT TERRORS!

1)I felt like I was having 1,000,000 thoughts every second. It was mentally exhausting and I felt like it was never going to end. I would drift in and out of sleep, each time feeling relieved that it was gone, only to realize it was still there. It was as vivid as real life, but as terrifying as a nightmare or a bad trip. I reckon it may be cos I haven't smoked in a week or so.


I was extremely relieved to realize this had all gone after I actually woke up, went to the loo and got back into bed. Honestly one of the worst experiences of my life! The rest of my dreams were nicer :- )

2Tom, Will, Ashley, Charlotte and I were seeing yung lean live in Sweden. It was cloudy but warm, and we were walking across a courtyard area of a primary or secondary school. It looked like England, but I knew it was Sweden somehow. In addition, my mates dont like yung lean much so why we would all travel across Europe to see them I do not know XD It was in a very familiar setting; the school courtyard looked like my secondary school, although at the same time it looked nothing like it, same goes to the church. We'd been there previously to see Yung Lean, hense why I recognized it. It's great that you can get nostalgic or vaguely recognize something existing only in the dream world There was also a grand piano next to a grunden, which in particular looked similar to my secondary school. Inside the church, it was suitably light. We were all sat on plastic blue chairs. I remember hearing them playing Ginseng Strip 2002, and it was excellent. They did the usual dances, it was more chilled out though than their online performances. More like the Hurt video performance. Mum was sat with my Nan a few meters to the right of me, and Mum thought it was funny.

3) I was in Tom. R's living room with Latham. C, Luke.Y and Harry.H. It was late, must have been about midnight. It was light in the room but very dark outside. I was getting bored and was ready to leave, but I wanted to stay at the same time as someone had weed and I wanted to smoke up big time. I decided to bare with it for a while, and asked Latham over politely if I could blag a lift off of him later on in the night. He said that was fine, but started to get ready to leave. I didn't want to leave anymore as I knew they'd be smoking up soon, but I didn't want to be rude as he was going out of his way to drop me home. Harry. H had been meaning to drive home too, but claims he accidentally ended up getting really stoned which was a problem as he wanted to drive home. In the car with Latham it was dark other than the red lights of his dashboard. It was awkward and naff as I didn't want to leave but I appreciated his effort, and he wasn't going home - literally dropping my home then returning to Tom's! Latham didn't have a clue where I lived which was kind of a kick in the teeth, as we were best friends as children and were always round each others houses. When I explained to him where I lived, he mocked me as it was only a 10-15 minute walk away, calling me lazy. This was true, but I didn't really care. Tom's house had moved - it was now where Ollie.P used to live! When I got home, I sat on the sofa with my Dad. Everything was cool with him. The setting suddenly changed from the familiar living room to an unfamiliar, grey, but welcoming doctors surgery during the day. I feel like this may have been a completely separate dream. We were still sat on the sofa, and the television was still in front of us, but it was higher up on a wall bracket now. We were watching some sort of weird, Japanese advert for stopping racism. I said it was so dated, but my Dad just said it simply wasn't my cup of tea. It was my cup of tea though! The people were in some sort of large metal tank, much like a boiler, and it had a modified robot brain inside it. After a while, Dad said to me, "I hate to ask this, and I know it's boring. I know you quit the fags, but what about other stuff? Like weed?" There was a long pause here whilst I tried to figure out something to say. Normally I would just deny it, but something felt quite casual and honest about this experience, even though I knew it wasn't. I was going to tell him that I just smoke occasionally, which is true, and that I can turn a joint down these days...not so true The pause made it extremely awkward and obvious. My mum said something, but I didn't hear it, so to speak. It was like sound inside my mind, saying "Everytime Tracey and I walk past you she asks 'Is that smell what I think it is?' and I can't just keep lying to her!".

4) Luke A, Liam C and Gary. P were all very stoned inside one of their bedrooms. It was a small room, and very dark. The haziness of the hotboxed smoke made it even darker, making the view of them almost grainy. Luke A had been told to put some very large headphones on, and was listening to something.

5) Bryn had invited Tom, Will, the girls and I round his house for a smoke up. I was in the back of my parents car on the way home from somewhere. It was a nice day - sunny and warm, with a few clouds here and there. I knew I wanted to go to Bryn's and so did my parents, but they drove straight past his house as they wanted to go home first, for some reason. This was annoying, as it would mean we would have to make another trip, and I didn't see the logic in it. When we got home and I was in my living room, my parents decided they didn't want to drive me to Bryn's. No particular reason, just didn't want to! This meant I had to walk - LONG! I realized that if I ran I could probably be there in 15 minutes. Bryn, Will and Tom and maybe the girls were already there, in a room I'd never seen before. I was hoping they'd not start smoking before I arrived. Bryn claimed his bud was extremely potent, but he had very little of it.

6) I was at my local Green with my manager Lynsey's daughter Emily. It was about 7pm on a summers evening, and the weather was beautiful! It was still quite light, with the light glimmering through the trees. Lynsey's car pulled up by the back bench, so Emily and I walked towards the black large car. I went to Lynsey's side of the car - she was driving, and she had her window winded down. She recently had a miscarriage, and this was the first time I'd seen her since, but she looked well. I found it strange that she was driving and not her husband, who was in the passenger seat.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1:

I was on skype and i was talking to SilentEternity and PN, i've noticed that their skype avatars were set to dragon pics for some reason and skype group name was changed, and their avatars were changed on some forums as well. We continued talk and them everyone went offline, i went to do some stuff around home then as i get back to PC i see SilentEternity, but he was acting like completely different person now, he changes his nick to "'Dragons In Dragons" and i briefly see something on the roof of one of houses outside(And after recalling i realize that it was a dragon), we continue talk and he mentions that he's indeed someone different, and that i should know him. Then i wake up.

Dream 2:

I am at home and suddenly family members walk into my room and say that i am a chimera created by an experiment? I say that they are wrong and they say something about father being a dolphin, i say that they are still wrong and that i am a dragon, then they add that mother is a dragon... And then that i will be able to see her soon, but that firstly i must come with them for something, i refuse to go with them and everything fades.
I wake up as somebody is throwing some pillows at me and leaves the room, i look at my hand and it is weird, i am dreaming. I get up, shift to quadruped stance and go towards balcony, which is open, then i fly with my wings. It's night and there are lots of small houses and some temples around, i notice a few golden dragon statues. I fly around a bit, looking around, shortly the outside becomes a 'room' again. I fly more and use walls to quickly change direction of flight, i notice a few rare black scales on my hands and my feeling of wings gets very vivid. I fly around some more then i wake up.

Date: 10 Sept

Pre bed: 200 mg valerian

WBTB: 1/2 cappuccino

Dream quality and recall: very deep sleep, vivid but almost zero recall

TST: 7 hrs

Fragment: I didn't write down, something to do with Malaysia

Early mini-ld (+4 hrs): I am in some crazy deep sleep and see the thought of a boy band, very similar to Take That (maybe a video, or a picture in front of me). The moment I see this vision or whatever about them, with extreme speed one of the singers appears in the room in front of me, he is about 5 foot tall and the whole scene is mega bright and vivid. He is also wearing bright yellow clothes. This happens so fast, it jolts me into lucidity. I ignore him and rush to the balcony but feel the whole dream is very crazy - way too weird and dynamically changing. I can feel some strange and interesting dream stuff about to unwind in front of me as I am contemplating my actions on the balcony. I think it is too much for me to handle, so I wake myself up.

Contemplations: I know this dream isn't that unusual but the feeling of it bothered me. It wasn't a bad, negative one, there was even a touch of euphoria but I felt the dream was like a huge wave of energy about to produce extraordinary or distracting events that I wasn't mentally prepared to deal with. That's what happens when you take valerian and have early lds.

WBTB: coffee (26 mg caffeine) and mantras but zero recall after that

Had a lucid dream within a dream, not sure if this counts or not. In the dream I was in

the theatre at college trying to go to sleep with my friend Zenna, who had kind of shed

her head when she was lucid dreaming. It’s not as bad as it sounds it was just like an

imprint of her head, she still looked the same, I then fell asleep and was really excited

that I was lucid dreaming but had to be careful not to wake up. In the Lucid dream I

was still in the theatre and my old English teacher (who I still see round college and

talk to all the time) was there so I made her melt onto the floor like a candle. I was

then in my bedroom and was making my reflection talk to me, which I did. I was

trying to remember the list which I saw on dreamviews of things you can try to do

and at the time I thought making my reflection talk was one of them although I think I

just made that up. I also tried to make myself bleed because I thought that was on the

list too – it didn’t work, I also tried to fly and failed at that. I kind of lost and regained

lucidity during the dream within a dream

Morning of September 13, 2013. Friday. (Wife’s birthday.)



I am much younger, perhaps twenty, living in an unfamiliar building. It may be that I share the building and have my own smaller apartment but it does seem like my own home. My main bedroom seems to be to the west of the main area (or largest rooms) of the building. To the north is a larger window, and near it, a desk upon which sits an electronic keyboard. My bed is to the left of the window. To the right of the window, against the east wall, is a large and supposedly ancient “two-storey” cage (the second tier was seemingly added much later as an extra precaution). This cage (big enough for perhaps two or three people to fit in) has two layers of “protection” around it; the thick window-screen-like wire (though a bit more sparse, about one inch by one inch) and outside of that, strong glass. Both “layers” have a sliding door on the left side of it. (I am not sure if the top tier of the hutch opens or has a door of any kind.) The layout and “memory” seems vaguely like our apartment from Gellibrand Street in Clayfield - Brisbane.

The top level of the cage is mostly empty, but does have some fresh grass. I do not notice any animals. I look closely at the bottom level, through the glass, and note movement at times. I slide the glass partly open after I think I see some sort of ancient being’s face; somewhat human, but not quite. I am not fully lucid, but it is like I am trying to bring forth an “ancient magic”. With the glass sliding door open, I can now hear wind and a slight buzzing and humming. Time passes, and I notice miniature quetzals, perhaps as many as twenty, fluttering around in spirals, no bigger than a hummingbird. I also notice phosphorescent moths. Looking more closely, I begin to sense an intense “ancient” power, windy and electrical, emanating from the cage. There are various invisible insects of some kind, likely some sort of prehistoric tiny gnat, that form different magnetic “signatures” to set certain things in motion, as a sort of creative power. The hutch seems to hold all the mystery of time and space in one small area. The grass inside that section is like very old straw and there are also stones here and there.

I listen to the wind and buzzing and feel the powerful currents of air through the wire section. Rather foolishly I open the wire and wooden sliding door, perhaps for the first time in hundreds of years. It was the only thing keeping in whatever was there for so long. I feel an intense energy and pleasure. I feel like I want to learn more (with some sort of ritual), but I do not have any sort of book and no poetry or incantation comes to mind that I think might be needed under the circumstances.

Later, there are two (unknown) girls in a room east of where I had been. I follow what appears to be some of the “creatures” from the cage, especially the beautiful miniature quetzals. The girls look at me and smile. Another girl appears for a short time. I then discover I had a third daughter I had somehow never known about who is between the ages of my second-youngest son and oldest daughter. She is now about or almost fourteen. I am glad to finally meet her. I suppose she had been ill for a long time, or made sick by ordinary humans, so is only now “coming to life” to get out and do more. I do not remember my wife having an additional baby during the supposed “missing time” in my dream, but I feel very thankful. She and my wife are going out to the park, I think, with the rest of the family, and later - shopping. She is very happy to finally meet me. I notice that there are small stones under the skin of her face, on each side of her mouth and going down her chin to her neck, forming a DNA pattern, and do not think it to be unusual. It may be some sort of acne, I reason, or she may have the stones there as a personal tribal belief. Her name, strangely enough, is Mastermind (a game my wife played often at that age), a name that I do not see as too unusual, just a bit different than “average”. She also has two middle names like all our offspring, but I do not fully recall those.

“They all got out,” I tell the two other girls, speaking of the birds and the moths. They look at me and then each other as if they are acknowledging a private joke with their facial expressions. I start to take them on a tour of the place. I point to what I first think are the magical birds flying about. I then see the butterflies/moths. However, it turns out to be the intricate attractive design of wallpaper instead. The girls giggle (either at my mistake or at the fact it magically did change before my eyes). I then look around and notice about seven miniature quetzals flying in a linear pattern. I reach out to touch them. I see that they are actually refrigerator magnets. The girls giggle again. I feel rather stupid as if I had seen a “UFO” and it turned out to be a flashlight.

This is where they become “ancient trees” and wrap around me in “creaking” spirals, buzzing, and wind, “ancient” powerful humming from the “source”. My dream “resets”.

A little later, I am back near the cage. I had been aware of an ancient (thousands of years old) “living face” attempting to make contact with me. After a time, I notice a young male of about twenty, who seems to have emerged from the cage as some sort of “wizard” within the prior twenty minutes of my dream or so. He stands across the room from me, closer to the entryway of the room to the south, looking about as if “new” to the modern world. Two other people show up (unknown or perhaps older classmates from years back).

He starts to complain about “all those years” (while in the cage) that he had to listen to me playing the accordion (including when I was a child growing up) and organ (but mostly the accordion seems to give him grief). I then see that he has some sort of “magic wand” which is like an old branch (which I remember seeing in the hutch). The accordion has always been the most beautiful-sounding musical instrument to me, and so I then assume this person must be mentally ill and thus has no powers whatsoever, especially as he seems to be enjoying some badly out-of-tune (“detuned”) modern gated synth music. He raises his magic wand to “zap” me (and even “erase” me from existence - the thanks I get for letting him out I guess) - the loud/soft gating of the detuned synth (from a radio in another room or from one being carried by one of the two new people?) seems to literally be shutting his consciousness off and on for a time so that his mind is “gone” or in no stable, focused, or fixed state - and so I really do not expect anything at all to happen. In fact, I feel sorry for him, and I just stand there gawking in disbelief as this “magician” (now wearing a hospital gown) waves his wand around. It turns out that he was a mental patient from a psychiatric ward who had escaped from a local hospital and somehow crawled into our house from an open window and was still “playing magician” as he had been doing with other patients at the ward. The two newer people lead him away as he mumbles, swaying a bit, heading back to the hospital.

I later am near the desk, thinking about putting the electronic keyboard away for a time and playing an accordion again for the first time in years, not even to record, just to enjoy in solitude (I sometimes played the accordion or an organ for hours in complete darkness many years ago - I learned later that, when I played during the day, older people sometimes came out to sit outside and listen during those times - even bringing a living room chair out to sit on). The two girls are “normal” again. I turn around and say, “I thought he came from the cage…at first”.

My hands are “warping” into joined “flexible stones” (that seem to be “speaking” softly or humming with various changing tones and dynamics in a musical sense), feathers, multicolored exposed “bones” and “spines”/“quills” (seven or eight fingers on each hand, moving out almost like accordion bellows with a suggestion of being webbed) and DNA-like swirls whereby small comet-shaped glowing “orbs” rapidly “swim” around the DNA “map”/“grid” like a complex “network” of “trains” of light (an effect I have clearly seen on my arms and hands all my life - to the point where I would gaze at my arms and hands in the dark for fifteen or more minutes at a time - often, one would suddenly become brighter and then vanish completely, exactly like a dying ember - since I have never read about anyone else experiencing this - it is just one more puzzle for me). I breathe softly.

The girl whispers, “you were in the cage (saying my name lovingly)…you are the source…” I then see that my own face is made of a mix of stone and “buzzing” wind and that there was an ancient mirror (of polished stone?) sitting in one corner of the cage - I had been (seemingly) looking at myself from outside the cage.

Ehecatl-Quetzalcoatl seems the main force or character in this dream. Ehecatl is a pre-Columbian deity associated with the wind, who features in Aztec mythology and the mythologies of other cultures from the central Mexico region of Mesoamerica. He is most usually interpreted as the aspect of the Feathered Serpent deity (Quetzalcoatl in Aztec and other Nahua cultures) as a god of wind, and is therefore also known as Ehecatl-Quetzalcoatl. Ehecatl also figures prominently as one of the creator gods and culture heroes in the mythical creation accounts documented for pre-Columbian central Mexican cultures. Mexico inches closer to loan of Moctezuma’s headdress

“Ehecatl” is very slightly like “Ethel”, my mother’s name. The two levels of the cage likely represented my conscious self (smaller, top level) over my dream self’s “mind”, while holding the power of the supraconscious (“source”).

Wind, however, has been established in my dreams (including precognitive ones) as a reference to the passage of time.

The combined failed magician/fool character in this particular dream (a character I have noted in past dreams) is commonly how I really “see” consensus at times and do not consider it a direct aspect or symbol of real mental health. Also, as I was growing up, watching magicians usually annoyed me (especially as I knew most aspects of all the tricks from various older books published in the 1800s as well as the obvious) - so I presently associate magicians with: lying, boredom, pointless actions, con men, and gossip.

Another dream relating to the quetzal being associated with the “source”: Soul’s Union of the Quetzal and the Silver Sebright Bantam. This dream was one of the most vivid dreams of my lifetime, as well as being astoundingly multilayered and literally precise in a precognitive sense.

This dream is also similar in the sense of mirror/self realization as a much older dream - Beyond the Martian Time Barrier.

Other references to aspects of stones, “buzzing”, wind, and birds have been noted in previous entries and I will update them as I get to them. These stones are like “power objects” in the supposed Nahua sense and relative to the belief of objects in the environment influencing human behavior. When these things (usually stones, in one, an owl statue) appear in dreams, they are extremely heavy, create a sort of “buzz” or “hum” and sometimes seem to manifest wind as a magnetic force of some sort, a possible additional play on magnet and magic.

Date: September 12, 2013
Technique: MILD & WBTB (failed WILD...I fell asleep)
Total hours: ???

Dreamed I was watching people commit suicide by watching them jump from what looked like a very high wall made up of the biggest rocks I have ever seen. After all had jumped, I somehow found myself at the bottom of the wall on the ground. None of them (and I mean none of them) died. As they rolled their bodies from side to side, they just laid there moaning and groaning in pain. They looked up and saw me standing there and they told me that they wish they could have a second chance and not have done what they have done. I didn't know what to tell them, I didn't know if they could even walk from the horrific jump they had taken...I was sure that they were all paralyzed. They kept wailing from the pain and looking for some type of relief that I couldn't give them. "Oh, how we wish we could start all over!" they cried. Then, all of a sudden, I noticed a stair case was on either side of the wall leading back up to where they had all started their jump from the wall. I told them, "Look! There's a staircase! Go up to that staircase and start all over, whatever you do, DON'T JUMP!" And guess what? That is exactly what they did. One by one, they got up and walked up those stairs and never came back. I made sure to stay at the bottom of the wall, just to make sure that no one jumped again. I waited for awhile until I realized, no one was coming back down that wall...each one had gotten their second chance .

non lucid dream: last night I dreamed that I was sitting at home and watching TV late at night. and so Suddenly out of the window stood the man I have feared and wanted to have a dream I'm talking about "Micheal Myers" and I have dreamed about him before, but they were a while ago I dreamed about him. I've wanted to kill him in a dream how cool it would have been. but any case, he stood there staring at me o. and I was quite scared and ran away to the door and I opened it. but there stood the legendary boogeyman and raised his arm but his large bloody kitchen knife and stabbed me in the chest and I fall to the floor and I wake up pretty quickly sweaty. go to the bathroom and look at myself and crying to me next time and I'll take you Micheal.

I'm a fan of the movies "Halloween" so watching them pretty much

Morning of September 12, 2013. Thursday.



I am living in an area that seems to be right near a larger parking lot (to the north), almost as if my family and I live in a shopping mall or at least a one-storey house of such a size. It seems fairly late at night. A few cars are in the parking lot, but only one car has people near it.

A man (Giovanni Favia?) and woman with a younger daughter (who changes, alternating in ages a few times, even being a baby at one point but as old as thirteen or fourteen at another point) are in the middle area of the parking lot. The family is Italian. Overall, this dream offers a different scenario than usual even though I have dreamt of healing light emanating from my fingers or hands before. I have several Italian and Latino cousins and in-laws but I do not feel a stronger of family connection or personal “cause” of any kind in my dream. There is no emotion other than wondering what the real (full) story is. People are always doing things and engaging in beliefs and conflicts I have absolutely no clue about; I am mostly passive in this dream for some reason.

It turns out that everyone is dividing into groups - not based directly or entirely on race or culture, but seemingly more in an ongoing situational way. Still, I seem (by situation only) related to them somehow, so I choose to go with them (although I do not actually see anyone else around or anything threatening even though the family seems somewhat frightened of something), as we all supposedly need to go somewhere. This may possibly be related to a natural disaster or some sort of fighting in one region - it is not clear. I will probably have a lot of family members I would eventually be an “enemy” of during these times, but that is not the main issue or theme.

Soon, we are riding with the family heading west, but it now seems to be daytime (the ol’ “Ed Wood” style of dreaming, continuity never a concern). It seems we almost run over a male teenager who had fallen off a bicycle just prior to us passing him, just missing one of his feet by an inch or so. Perhaps it is actually MoVimento 5 Stelle (Five Star Movement). (It was actually Beppe Grillo involved in involuntary manslaughter by car). However, even though the car is going fast, I seem to have a deep trust of being driven without incident, yet, I also somehow understand that we may have already died and am even pondering that “fact” for a short time (this has happened in a few other dreams as well - this exact same perception - I even sometimes get that awareness riding in a car in real life, especially with a taxi) - wondering about the awe of it all, even a sort of “destiny” of sorts - or playing an important role in the “mechanisms” of time or eternity by just being still.

Eventually we reach an area we are going to be living for a few weeks, I think. No one was annoyed by us becoming a part of the (survival?) group or had mentioned that my name did not sound Italian. There is only light mention of the obnoxious-sounding “V” Day (Vaffanculo Day).

Later, it seems the daughter is very sick as well as a few others and they do not do much other than sleep. My dream changes more to a focus on my own physical awareness and movement as I then have the ability to project rings of blue light from my fingers and palms. This is where my dream is the most vivid. The rings of light, although mostly two-dimensional (not like a torus) have healing energies. I also notice that they sometimes are not always rings but are sometimes comma-shaped and more greenish as they turn about (although sometimes coming close to a green/blue Yin/Yang shape), moving to the intended “target” (some sort of odd mix-up of comma and coma, as a couple of the people are supposedly in a coma). I seem to mostly cure the people. A toddler becomes so strong that she almost seems stronger than me in movement and energy after a time. There is also a point at which the daughter of the other man is somehow a “twin” or “copy” of my oldest daughter (or rather, twins or copies of each other). I sometimes add a mouth movement, somewhat like blowing into a balloon, I suppose, to give more momentum to the rings of light, without breaking them apart (as with a smoke ring). This goes on for quite some time in various scenarios of helping people.

There is a very odd part that is quite creepy (in thinking outside of my dream). It involves an older boy where a larger section of flesh is separate from the right side of his head, but not in a gory way - and it does not even seem to hurt him or be likely to cause a more serious infection or serious medical problem. It is almost like a ring of bacon and jelly, but not fully a ring anymore - but is now C-shaped because of some sort of “erosion” from not being on the head for almost a day or so. I think about how it should probably be placed back on his head before it becomes even more uneven and difficult to keep on. After this, there are some people I actually seem to heal by adding more flesh to them (such as from missing fingers or ears).

In the next dream, there is a scene I have had before, but not that common - old bird seed that had sat around in bags in a dark or damp area. In this case, a younger woman (unknown) is somewhat annoyed that she had let the store (public area?) get that way over time. She begins to clean up. For some reason, I had eaten handfuls of the seed (it also seems to be some sort of human food, used as part of a dessert, I think) and had thought the taste was actually not bad. The two bags had been there over a year, perhaps two years.

She cleans more and more of the area. My wife Zsuzsanna is there after a time, seemingly reading at first - later watching a video. I notice, after more things (including the bigger cloth bags) are cleared out, that there are deep, dark holes under the floorboards - in the ground as well as farther along within the wood or supporting beams - almost like various little caves.

I notice more and more “strange creatures” and vermin moving about, some of them bugs, but I also notice a beautiful but dangerous-looking snake. I watch the snake move about the beams under the floorboards and then slowly begin to wonder if it will come out and be a threat. About that same time, I then see it moving towards the direction of the opening in the floor that I am near, but it is no longer a snake, yet still very serpentine. It almost seems to have no legs, as I see it is now some sort of mongoose (though it really was a longer snake before, unless it was a different creature that moved out past the snake - as the anaconda-like pattern does change) with beautiful snake-scale-like design and bright colors all around, then I do see the legs that are so smooth, they are almost like wheels in the way the body moves. I warn my wife about the “snake”(?) which becomes more mammal-like near the end. It looks like it might attack her (I get the idea this sort of creature spits venom prior to a more aggressive weasel-like attack), but it seems not quite certain of its “prey”. Instead, it just sort of “grins” - looking somewhat like a Chesire Cat. I get the idea my wife might see it as a pet or at least not be alarmed by it being in the room.

Additional notes:

I am not that familiar with Italian culture, or with V-Day as a political campaign in Italy - the first being around the same time period as this dream - On 8 September 2007, he (Beppe Grillo) organized a “V-Day Celebration” in Italy; the “V” stood for vaffanculo (“f–k off”). This dream also includes a somewhat recurring aspect of the “clone” or copy of a familiar person (often a relative). As already mentioned, blue healing energies from my hands and fingers have been in my dreams fairly often. There actually is a larger parking lot across the street from where we live presently, and I have also dreamt several times of living in an actual shopping mall.

The beautiful and bizarre serpentine mongoose in this second dream may relate to my “Rikki-Tikki-Tavi” persona - which I and a friend had used in the past on forums, as well as obvious sensual overtones, including those implied by the old joke “Do you like Kipling?”, answered by “I don’t know, I’ve never kippled”. However, a mongoose also attacks and kills cobras in the story, so it also possibly represents totality of (combined) diverse personas (dominant and passive?). Also, I should note my wife was likely reading “Jungle Book” in my dream, followed by later watching a movie version, as this connects with recent real-life scenes.

the most clear scene from my dream was this: me and obama laying next to each other under a blanket. there were some other people around (my friends, mainly AA ones). but they couldn't hear us. we were talking quietly. he was surprisingly just a normal dude and very humble. i was quite turned on by him and he could tell bc he was, too. and he said well why don't you kiss me already? and i said " well i mean.... the thing is... i feel like you have kissed other students from my school". and he said "only 3, and 2 weren't even friends with alex (from AA). For some reason i knew that the students that were friends with alex didn't mean anything to him. then i started regretting asking him all these stupid questions bc i mean, when else would i get to kiss the president?! but luckily he was still down and he kissed me like super conservative but sensual. anyway then for some reason i realized oh shit he has a wife! what about michelle? i asked him. he looked pained and said that they were having their own relationship ups and downs..... i didn't question him.

another scene was with me and obama and justin bieber. jb was being super obnoxious, instagramming everything like a little shit. but obama was friends with him and wanted to play a game with me, jb, and himself. the game was throwing a marble type ball at justin bieber, and if we missed, he got a point. i was surprisingly really good. half way through jb turned into a midget, which i guess i just noticed and didn't comment on. jb won but it was a close game.

another part of the dream, earlier, was stealing clothes with abdu. i needed a particular shirt and he wouldnt even let me buy it, he just stole it.

another part was justin being shot by a BB gun or something. he was extremely hurt. i remember being really scared and the police were out but since we were with obama it really wasn't a big deal. i didn't know if justin would make it though bc i had never seen him in so much pain.

at another point in the dream, i asked katie kalbhan if she wanted a blunt that i had if she paid me. i really needed money for some reason (i think to get home bc my mom was freakin out. i had the sense she was freakin out the whole dream, which is a continual theme i have). anyway she said that she can't smoke bc it made her trip out and i said me too! funny thing is, she smokes a lot (i think) and also i don't even know her in real life and shes some random ass girl from high school.

i also remember clearly the van we were in with abdu. it was big and white, like dad's car. speedin down the night freeway.

oh yeah and... well there was another part where me and obama and a bunch of the AA people and bryn got naked and did some DP centipede shit but not anal? it was so weird but for some reason i didn't think it was in the dream. except for the fact that sierras dad, my employer, was on the other human chain right next to me. i was like ew wat a sicko. i remember sort of enjoying it but feeling numb as well.

WHY THE EFF COULDNT I LUCID DREAM? I was literally kicking it with obama. i got to be more in tune with things that are out of the ordinary! but it was still a cool dream.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps. And new kind of WILD/DEILD entry(for me at least)! Also random fragment i recalled from previous sleep.

Prev sleep:

Dream 3(fragment):

Some kind of factory, molten metal.

WBTB/naps:

Dream 1(fragments):

I was doing stuff at home and was typing something on my PC, then i shouted something from balcony and heard some talk outside, then that talk started coming from weird directions.

Dream 2:

I wake up and go back to sleep while trying to DEILD, shortly some voice starts calling, and asking me about something, i feel falling sensation and open eyes, there appears to be hole leading into darkness below me right in the bed and i start falling into it while 'glitching out' aka periodically teleporting back to top like some kind of video game lag. Then everything fades.
I wake up and look at my hands, they are weird so i am still dreaming. I get up from the bed, go into quadruped stance and focus as much as i can while shouting commands, it works out and i start becoming bigger and i feel as my head and neck becoming different and longer, soon i am almost ceiling high. I try to go out through(Pretty big) balcony doorway but dream suddenly fades out and i wake up.

Dream 3:

I am in the bed, looking through window outside. I see the moon, and it's daytime, it's grey and it's moving strangely quick. I think that "if i am dreaming it moon should start moving towards me". Moon suddenly transforms into Earth, or some Earth-like planet, not sure, and starts rapidly getting bigger-closer, surely i am dreaming! It crashes into Earth and there are debris and stuff floating outside and massive earthquake too. It also became kinda low/zero gravity. Strangely my room didn't changed at all. I get up and notice two characters fighting outside in the flight, one of them has black wings. I try to phase through window but suddenly curtain appears in front and blocks my way. Dream destabilizes but i manage to force it back, curtain attacks me by literally trying to cover me and my face, i tear it apart a few times but it keeps coming, then dream fades to black.
Then i wake up, twice.

The dream begins with me and Jody working the 1am shift at trader Joes. I am ringing up people's food and their subway as well. Jody tells me she can get me a job there even though I don't notice that I'm already working there. I gladly accept the job because I'm sick of wildflower. The next day I go to trader Joes for my first short shift and have to work at wildflower too after. Dave Bresnahan is the manager of trader Joes and teaches me about the store and about preparing fruit and stuff. He takes me to the back and shows me an employee hangout room where some people are hanging out. He also takes me to a backyard where i see Marysa and Spencer. I hang out with them for a while and then go sit on a couch with some people and Dave to talk about the job. After it is time to go to work at Wildflower but I forgot my uniform. I walk in and see lots of weird employees including a kid in a wheel chair that I have never seen before. I ask Jody if she has any extra clothes but have no luck. She tells me to go home and get some. As I am walking to my dad's car I see man violently trying to open the truck so I start yelling at him. He starts to run away but I chase him into the hippy gypsy that is now by wildflower. I tell everyone in the store to call the cops and they surround him but he says he didn't do anything and they believe him. So then I am still yelling and my dad finds me because he is at some real estate bank and asks me what's wrong so I tell him about the man and he immediately asks where he is. I run outside just quick enough to get a glimpse of the man duck behind a car and drop his pants. I yell for my dad and I see him run and tackle the man and I help out.

Date: Sept. 10, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB
Total Sleep Time: 8-9 hours

Dreamed I was with my previous boss and she is usually the sweetest person in the world. In RL, I have worked for this woman for 15 years and she has never changed her personality or her positive attitude. Well, during my dream, her back was turned to me and I recognized who she was. I haven't seen her in a long time, so I was excited to see her. I ran up behind her and turned her around and said, "Hello A! I'm so glad to see you again!" When she realized who I was, she gave me the ugliest look and grunted something rude and walked away...go figure .

Derpy Hooves and Twilight Sparkle (Who wasn't an Alicorn at the time) lived in a bubble. Derpy then murdered Twilight and the garden in the bubble bloomed much and Derpy smiled. Twilight was then safe with at least three other Ponies in a garden in peace and Derpy was hurled into the sun with many other Ponies including one who I think was a lying car salesman, And oh my the sound of them yelling as they were cast away was there.

(One of the weirdest dreams I've had. I only wrote notes down unfortunately, and can't recall it all )

It was daytime.

I was on a pier with Daz and my brother. There was a lot of random as fuck people.. really strange.

I was in a room joined to the pier and Daz put a fire cracker in a man's mouth, who was the size of a small dog. When the fire cracker went off, I remember thinking that the guy would have been dead for sure.. I thought he would have been blown up. I had a look at the guy and he wasn't looking good. He was moving side to side and struggling to breath. Eventually he took his last couple of breaths, then passed out. I was worried for Daz, as I didn't want the guy to go down for murder.

I was on the pier and a girl was cracking onto me. Everyone was different, and acting weird, but in a good way..

I was outside at some kind of stall you would see at a amusement park. I could see a man trying to sell me a gun who was behind a glass. He was demonstrating what the gun could do, which shot plastic balls. I asked him If I could have a look at it before I thought of buying.

I saw a few rowing boats go passed the pier, so I decided to jump in one and carry along. I was rowing through a small tunnel.

I was naked, at a house with Josh D. I was looking through a paper which had all the interesting/strange people from the pier.