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[FONT=Courier New][SIZE=3][U]5/21[/U][/SIZE] NOTE: I NEVER, EVER have dreams where I hurt people! IDK what happened! And I'm not a violent person!

[U][B]First Non-Lucid:[/B] [/U]
There are many scenes where I am making fun of people for not reaching/achieving something. [COLOR=#008000]:May have been school related:[/COLOR]

[U][B]Second Non-Lucid:[/B][/U]
One of my friends, Graham, is slicing people at school with a knife. It was school people, at least. He taught me to do so as well, and I did, but I don't remember any details. The knife I use is one I have at home, it's the one I use to cut bacon in half before pan-frying (however, I can't seem to remember seeing the handle, so I don't remember its color, red, like it is, or any other).

Well, I lied. I do remember the details of one specific 'knifing'. I was at a place a concrete hallway, very long. On my side-on the right from where I was standing-there was just concrete wall. But to my left, about eight feet away, there was a gap in the wall. It was about five feet tall, a lookout. [COLOR=#008080][It stretched the entirety of the hallway][/COLOR]. It opened to blue sky, and a background of perhaps palm trees. We were standing about in the middle of the beginning of the hallway, and the end. We are about three feet from the plain right side. Also Nobody is reacting to the knife/killings in any way, shape, or form.

This time, I try to 'get' my friend Jordan, but when the knife is at her throat, I cannot do it. [COLOR=#008080][Note that it is my guilt that is causing the stop][/COLOR] [COLOR=#008000]:I try again a few times, but still it does not work:[/COLOR] Eventually, I sort of break out crying. I make her aware that no matter what, she will have to die right then and there. I give her the knife, and it is again at her throat, but I don't remember if anything happened. [COLOR=#008080][I don't think she died. I don't know how or when, but eventually I will tell her what I saw. The reason I didn't do it in dream was b/c She is the most innocent, kind girl I have ever seen and she deserves to know. But I hope it won't put her in a state of 'people hate me, they want to kill me in their dreams', because she is prone to such thoughts][/COLOR].

So we are in a fictional version of my science teacher's (Mr. Southwick's) class. The 'me' character's mindset is different. 'I won't do it anymore', sort of like that. But I am afraid that the science teacher will get me in trouble for what I did. He asks me to speak to some counselor/psychiatrist.[/FONT]

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[U]Non-Lucid:[/U]
There is brightness, Everything appears to be the most showy color of its kind; DC's wearing bright clothes. [COLOR=#008080][perhaps the movements work][/COLOR] A DC, facing profile, with his [COLOR=#008080] [yes, it was a he] [/COLOR] head to the right. Inside of some kind of building/tent with background decorations of deep red and gold. [COLOR=#008000]:The area was about two/three feet taller than his head:[/COLOR] (the old Turkish kind of tent), he was wearing a pair of yellow corduroy pants that-even though they weren't the lightest shade of yellow-seemed to gleam. He was speaking to another person, [COLOR=#008000]:who was (or may have been, at least at some point) out of view. The out-of-view DC was sitting on a mat of sorts, maybe a crumpled up towel:[/COLOR][/FONT]

BG INFO: This is a diagram, that I drew in the morning (so my sight and handwriting wasn't the best) in my dream journal, of the structure I was lead into: also, this dream felt like a game to me.
Dream Start:
I started off on a road, a dirt road. I was with several others, mostly girls, whom I recognized, but I could barely see their faces. We were being escorted by two or three soldiers, whom were Nazis. They looked different; darker clothes, and all of the soldiers seemed to have the same face. We were being escorted to a brown, dirty-looking building (seen in the diagram above), which had a large wall surrounding the perimeter. I was surprisingly very calm. It was also daylight outside. I knew now where they were taking us; to a concentration camp. But I did not react to the idea of being sent there; I simply kept walking. We headed up the stairs, where there were two more soldiers, and stood there while they began to send some other people inside the building. I stood/crouched low at the bottom of the stairs, when I heard a female voice,"Stay down there; they won't find you." I questioned the voice, but I continued to stay where I was, when the same voice began, the voice had a calming tone to it,"Watch out; there are soldiers over there." I ignored the voice, and stood up, facing the road. I then heard a semi-familiar male voice (Inglorious Basterds),"There, the American lines are over there." Suddenly, a group of six armored soldiers-when I say armored, I mean like a dinosaur/Iron Man/Naruto-type, brick red armor and were about six to eight feet tall-walked in front of the entrance to the camp. The female voice began,"Watch out; the soldiers spotted you!" Suddenly, a barely visible menu on the left side of my vision popped up, and suggested me to select a armor. I did so (black and/or red, or something; I wasn't sure) , and jumped very high, but not before looking back, and seeing one of the girls I was with, leaning on the railing, with her arms and her head resting on it (she was facing the road, as shown in the diagram). As I was falling back down on the roof, I saw a soldier jump onto the roof, but not nearly as high as I did. I moved myself towards him, and took out a huge sword, and hit him with it. I jumped to the other soldiers, whom were farther away from the building and I noticed that I had back up; one of the girls (might have been the one leaning on the rail, but she was not at view at this point) had cyan armor on, and I felt like she smiled, somehow, under that armor. We began to fight the soldiers with our huge swords and we eventually killed them all.
Dream END.

I was going for WILD after my WBTB but I was very tired and my WBTB was too short. I had several awakenings but only remember two of the dreams.

#1
I am at work with some silver can in my hand it looks like a tall boy beer. I get the idea that has huperzine in it. I take a long drink and note the taste. It is very sweet and fruity with a pleasant alcohol after taste. I look at the can and see its Blueberry Pomegranate flavored. I remember taking huperzine earlier and try to calculate how much huperzine is in my system now. I worry that it will be too much.

I see Frank walk by and he comments on my drink. Something about how he wants to try some so he can get lucid. I am shocked and happy that I turned so many people at work on to lucidity. (actually just 2 in waking life).

I realize that having beer at work will get me fired so I try to hid it under my desk. Then, I not a horrible side effect of drinking huperzine beer in the day time. I am incredibly aroused and it will not subside. My boss asks me to come over to talk to her but I am too embarrassed get up out of my chair. I quickly wake up.

#2

I am at my old Jr. High cafeteria in Smithville, TX watching some play on the stage that was there in waking life. Then play ends but we they begin a second showing and every moans about it. We stay because we all feel obligated to support our children.

The curtain opens and someone is trying to hang something on a wall that had busted out sheet rock. I am curious if this is the actual play of if they need to fix the set. I wonder up on stage and some toddlers come out to play with me. I talk to one and then realize I am on stage. I duck and army crawl away.

I have a brief awakening and focus on my awareness and body.

#186 - 5:18AM - DEILD

I find myself back at my old Jr. High but I am outside in the commons area where we used to hang out before class. I am staring at the concrete and see the trash can that is always there. I look and see the grassy center and the structure around me. For a moment the memory is so vivid that it conjures up old indescribable emotions that are only connected to that time and place. For just that moment, I am completely overwhelmed and think that I literally somehow teleported there in waking life.

I quickly recover from this and assure myself that I am dreaming. I look around at the scene and note how correct everything seems. After a moment my vision gets a little blurry so I stop and remember my task. I walk around toward the gym and shout out, "CANISLUCIDUS!" CL's name sounds and feel a little thick in my mouth so I shout out his real name which is much easier to say. Nobody shows up so I decide to just call him on my cell phone. I reach to my right pocked were it always is and at first I feel nothing but after a few pats I feel a lump and then the shape of my phone.

I pull it out and blindly push something on the screen saying CL's first and last name then put the phone to my ear. I immediately hear a very stereotypical Russia man on the other end.

The details are a little hazy with the dialogue but I remember basically what was said. I may have to paraphrase a little here.

Man: This is [firstname][lastname].
Me: Uuummm. OK. Where are you?
Man: Rustonovic Farms (or something like that then some Russian phrase)
Me: Rustonovic Farms?

I repeat the Rustonovic Farms and the phrase several times to remember. I quickly decide this is gibberish and let it go.

Me: I want to talk to the real [Firstname][lastname]

There is silence on the line but I wait. Then...

CL: Hey! How are you?
Me: Hey! What's up,man? This is Mike. You know from the Internet. It's Xanous. (CL begins talking excitedly but I interrupt him.) I want to tell you something. You are dreaming.

I want CL to actually be here so I look over to my right expecting to see him. He's standing right next to me on a cell phone but he doesn't seem to notice that I am here. I look at him while talking.

Me: You are DREAMING. Get it? This is a DREAM.

The light of recognition seems to come into CL's eyes now.

CL: OH WOOOOW! Yeah I am.
Me: Ok good! So here's my code word. It's [code word] Remember that. OK what's mine.
CL: Account numbers.

I realize we started walking together now and notice that we made our way over to the high school parking lot. I look over at CL and he still has the phone to his ear like he is talking to someone else.

Me: Really? Account numbers? That's two words.
CL: [Gibberish]
Me: Ok so account numbers it is.

I realize that CL's voice has gone sort of flat and lifeless. I wonder if he's lost his . I look back over at CL and I see that he is a boy now and we are at my waking life car. I open the door. The dream is getting unstable and my lucidity is starting to slip. CL climbs up into the car and sits in a car seat. I go with the motions and strap him in.

Me: You're not really lucid are you? Are you even [first name]?

The scene goes dark and I find myself in the void. I quickly wake myself to remember the dream.

I was reading a book (Sepulchre by Kate Mosse), and at 6:30pm my eyes started closing and it became a large effort to keep them open, so I decided to have a nap. I awoke at 8:25pm when my sister brought my laptop to my bedroom for me. I remember my dream immediately; thought it was a very detailed dream with multiple attempts at my life, but I remember 1uite a bit. And since my sister had woke me up with my laptop, I decided it would be good to write it here.

In the dream, instead of moving into the house that myself and my university friends are living in next year, we bought a caravan and decided to travel through America (I myself have been once to America and LOVED it there, and would love to live there). We had planned to stay in multiple motels, and some houses too along the way. While traveling, I recall in the beginning having trouble to recline my seat to sleep. At this point I turned around to realize that there were 9 seats, but only 5 people. I thought it strange to buy one so large on a students budget, but I didn't realize I was dreaming.

It was also strange that the counted 5 people, as I can picture the scene now in my head and I can count 7 (which is the actual amount of people I am living with). I can't even really remember where people were sitting or anyone specifically, except I remember looking over to see Blake driving. I also remember saying that I wish I could pass my driving test so that I could help with the driving. We arrived at the first house we were staying at soon after. I was laying in a bed, and for some reason the were many people I didn't know there, but I acted like I did know them. One just appeared in my room and I was like DAMN YOU JUST APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE.

I think it was at this point that I woke up withing the dream, lying in my bed, believing myself awake. I was relieved, since obviously dreams feel real when you are in them, and I was pleased that me and my friends had not abandoned university to go travelling. I then 'went back to sleep' to the same dream.

This time, we were in a motel. It was a complicated path to my room from the lobby including many bouncers. While I was there I noticed many American men looking at me, flirting and making small talk. I commented to my friend "why do american guys like me so much". Their communications began to get more aggressive and scary towards me. The me trying to kill me were even getting past the bouncers, I remember being concerned about that. The dream contained a lot of things happening around this point which I forget the details of. In one of the more violent confrontations I had, I lost my phone. I was a lot more afraid of this than the confrontation. I cried at my friend, telling her I had lost my phone, although in the dream I had 2 phones; a blackberry (which is what I have in real life) and i think a samsung galaxy mini (which my sister has). It was the samsung that was lost.

Anyway, in the dream conclusion, I was in the motels large bathroom. A man that had been chasing me for a while was in the stalls, and emerged with a sinister smile on his fact. He was holding what looked like a long hollow metal tube with a point at one end. I pulled out my blackberry quickly to dial 999. In real life, I am having phone troubles due to my trackpad freezing. This happened momentarily, but I was soon able to punch in the number. I then realized since I was in america, 911 would be more appropriate so I called that instead. The operator spoke and I told her repeatedly that "I'm in a motel in California; please, he's killing me." (obviously only the 'he's killing me' part after he had stabbed me) but I could not remember the name or specific location. I was irritated because I had felt that the information was on the tip of my mind, but I could quite reach it.
Since I was an English tourist, the man had not expected me to dial 911, so her came towards me angrily when he realized. He stabbed me with the pole many times. Enough to kill someone, but for some reason, either I died and came back to life, or I did not die.

I'm not sure if I just appeared home after that, or some other stuff happened and I got home, but somehow I did. My sister was there when I arrived, and she said "A man called me off your phone. He told me he was stabbing you in the face."

So that's it. I never have scary dreams so this is rare for me. Wonder if it means anything! Seriously, can't beleive I didn't become lucid, especially after that little "dream awakening" I had.

Date: 24 May

Total sleep time: 7 hrs

Pre bed: SJW, 100 mg B6

WBTB: 2x200mg peppermint oil tablets

Dream quality, lucidity and recall: My dreams were extremely vivid today, I dare say, more vivid that real life. I believe this was the reason why I got a number of lucid moments during the night. While being aware that this is a dream, I continued to engage in the dream, soon losing lucidity. My recall has been rather poor again, which made it harder to figure out how it all happened.

Sleep schedule: I had trouble going to bed on time last few nights, but avoided taking sleep aid supps (mel and valerian) for a number of reasons. Messing up my sleep schedule has made me feel very sleepy and possibly affected my recall.

Dream zero: lucid, happiness, no other memory

Fragment1: some kind of game, rocks, I am walking around

Fragment2: my parents at some event

Fragment3: FA, in my bed recalling the previous dreams and happy I just had a lucid. I am between dream and waking state and I realize that this review is taking place in my head. I drag myself out of the dream and wake up to dream journal properly.

WBTB: upon wake I notice how sleepy I am. I try to recall the lucid, but only remember the feeling and no other details. I hold the memory of Fr1 and fr2 in my mind. I go to take some peppermint tablets, then back to bed. I quickly fall asleep forgetting almost everything.

Fragment4: I want to make tea, I am looking at an unused teabag of green tea, which becomes a box, containing two black teas and one green. On the green one is written "blue goddess" and also "hotel memorabilia"

Dream5: We are at some party and it is really late. Lucid moment. I meet a classmate that I like and I want to tell him something. (something like shared dreaming attempt residual that I keep on doing in some lucids). I tell him to come with me in the other room for five mins, but he refuses. I am thinking about my dad coming to pick me up when the party is over, etc. Another classmate of mine (f), we talk with her, she is one of my best friends. She shares that she is really unhappy with her life, and so on. Very emotional connection with her irl and dreams. She begins to cry, and I embrace her, we stay like this for a long time. Another friend of mine (f), comes and joins us and three of us are holding hands in some silent act of consolation...Lucid moment. Memory gap. We are arranging to meet at our new dream apartment, which looks really nice.

Fragment6: someone has bought a toy, it is a car that behaves like rat because it can climb on the windows

Fragment7 DILD: I am in the suburbs, a familiar place but it looks like it is in the past, so I become lucid. Someone is after me, I am running, climbing a fence. . I think I was trying to figure out a way out of the situation, but I cannot remember anything else.

Dream8 DILD: I am on the street and see a small boy and his mother. The vividness is incredible. He throws large stones at me, I am worried that he will break my ipod with the stone, but it is ok. He continues throwing stones, while initially concerned about my safety I realize this is a dream, so no need to worry that much. The stones are very colorful, lots of them on the ground. I pick up one and go menacingly to the boy. I can't bring myself to throw one at him, so I decide to threaten him instead. I do so, in pseudo French. It is really hard to express whatever it is that I am trying to say, so I end up making strange words that don't exist. At this point or a bit later I lose my clarity. I go over to his mother and begin apologizing about my French.

Dream9 DILD: Family and other relatives are discussing politics, I try to remain impassive. I am indulging in a chocolate cake and then drink some mayo salad that grandma has made. It doesn't taste as usual, and I say it out loud, grandma is a bit offended. Family is leaving somewhere. I am on the bus station in my hometown, cross on red light, and continue on my way to our old home. As I am walking, the dream kind of jumps forward, so I find myself in front of our door. I think to myself "Why did I decide to walk, when I know I could just teleport here?", Hmmm, teleport here? I am aware that this is a dream now. I still want to go in the place so I start unlocking the door. Then suddenly I hear a slightly scary metal sound, like movement of keys. I remind myself not to pay any attention to it, and that it will disappear. Instead it gets louder, comes closer.

I concentrate on unlocking the door, but even as I move the key, the door won't open. I begin thinking why is that, the sound is now really close. I decide to face it, and look down the stairs. Pfuu, it is just my dad! He comes and opens the door and we are in! I am in the corridor with dad, it is dark, and kind of...too dimensional. I am talking to him, but it is hard, and my voice sounds really distorted. I try again but the effect is the same. My prospective memory finally activates, recalling the first two of three step task, interact with a DC, ok. Then eat something. I see a small plant in front of me, and think no! I head to the kitchen to look for food. It is dark, the furniture is different and I cannot remember where the fridge is. I finally find it. At that moment dad comes with some strange foamy orange juice cocktail drink. I take it and think for a while whether that counts as eating something, then have a drink. Before I can enjoy any taste, the dream totally falls apart and I am back in my bed. I remain still and wait a bit, but nothing happens, and begin to think too much, so I wake up. Note to self: maybe be a bit more patient next time?

Comments: I have been getting more of these lucid moments but I really don't know how to account for them in my private dream count as well as on DV, because they are kind of short and I'm having problems with lucid recall.

At the end of the month, I probably will be including a total count, with a reference how many of these are micro-lucids. Before, I counted every lucid I had as plus one, but now I look more at the length and quality. This is getting so confusing. Anyways, I still think it is a very good progress for the past two months. If my dream control ever gets really good, one day I would like to go back and relive those dreams and remember them in full detail.

Today I woke up with an almost complete recollection of two dreams and for me this is a massive deal. I have been practicing my techniques for meditation and MILD constantly and I believe this is the first time that I have noticed the difference. So from my experience that anyone struggling with recall to keep up the practice as it does pay off.

Dream 1
I remember being at a party, like a wedding reception. I was with my WL girlfriend, a dream character, male, kissed her and I remember getting really angry. I punched then slapped and headbutted him twice. This is strange as I am not violent in waking life and am not easily wound up. She storms off, upset with what I have done and I follow her to the toilet. She is there and he has followed her there as well. I am not sure how this has happened as I never saw him come in with us. The DC girlfriend shows up soon after, another DC, and I explain what happened, I cant remember what words I used and how the sentenced sounded but she left upset and I left the toilets too.

I am then outside and realize that my car has been stolen (second time my car has shown up in a dream recently, dream sign?) I then see someone driving around in it, there are four people in total in the car. 3 I dont recognize but the driver is the dad from Sons of Anarchy (haven't watched this in ages, not sure why he is in my dream). I remember asking them for it back, he answers me but I cant remember what he says to me and he then drives off, they all laugh. The then come back round and I begin to beg for it back, I remember saying the words 'but it's my pride and joy'. they finally give me the car back and they disappear. My dad then shows up with his best and mate and our family friend in WL, he asks me what has been going on and I tell him, he replies but I cant remember what he said.

The only other thing I can remember is my dads mate asking to sniff my drink which I specifically remember was a jack daniels and coke. He says something that resembles I approve, in a jokey way as though drinking coke wasn't a manly thing to do. I think is words were 'that makes it much better'.


This is the first dream and I am over the moon that I remembered all of this and today has been awesome knowing that my hard work is paying off. When I start getting better recall I will then start to practice different mantras.

Date: 22 May

Total Sleep Time: 8 hrs

WBTB: 120 mg gingko

Dream quality and recall: dreams were vivid, but I was very sleepy today, I guess that has affected my recall. My prospective memory and concentration during the lucid were not at their best either.

Fragment1: the dream involved Xanos, no other memory

Dream2: A class meeting again. It is late at night and we are discussing with the girls where we are about to go. I feel like dancing so I am totally fine with any place they suggest. I notice that they have put on some weight. My dad is over-protective and follows me around. I arrange to secretly meet with my best school friend and take her to a concert. I will buy her the ticket. On what I think is the next day, we meet in the morning and take the subway. She has moved to my city, it seems.

Fragment3: We are eating some mix of bacon and cheese, tasted very realistic

Fragment4: the office is closed, my dad is looking for something

WBTB: Took gingko. Recalled dreams and did some dream incubation during which I have fallen asleep.

Dream5: I am watching some trees from above, and want to change their color. It feels a bit like I am observing using google map. Soon I am at the place of interest, in the middle of a lake. There is an old wood-made ship close to the also quite old and dusty quay. I have a game like attitude and want to rearrange the whole place. I succeed in making more space where I want to. Then I am in the water, swimming forward, but it is not very pleasant because this lake is a bit dirty. There is also a fish nearby, and I don’t like that.

Dream6: Instead of the normal section of a restaurant, I decide to follow a DC and go to another part. I am climbing some stairs to reach my destination, but the place is very hard to get to because the doors are smaller. I reach the third floor, where I talk to the waiter – a friend of mine. Three other DCs appear. One of them tells me that he has a Japanese geisha girlfriend and that they are in an open relationship, they are dating some other special girl. He shows me a brochure where all this is explained using some strange Japanese words. I think that he expects me to join their little arrangement, so I say no thanks.

Fragment7: I am in a car, and the waiter of another place we were in, is now John Malkovich. He comes in, bringing my favourite sandwiches. They are perfect.

Dream8 DILD: I am in an interesting looking town, but pay little attention to it at first. I am with four friends, one girl I clearly know, two DC friends in the background and another girl. The other girl is the girlfriend of a friend of mine, and she has come to meet me. At first, I don’t feel at ease with the two girls, even though they are friends, so I fly to the level of the first floor, and follow everybody as they are walking down the street, just above them. I think of why I am doing this and then fly back down. The new girl has brought me some presents – she hands me two notebooks, with school notes, chemistry and other stuff. Then another one with patriotic poems translated in a foreign language. Who would want to read something like that, I am thinking to myself.

At some point which I cannot remember, I become lucid. I feel I have spent a long time exploring around. The next more clear lucid memory is me, still in that city, which looks like a medieval city, feeling happy and going for some tasks (which I don’t remember at all). Then I look around and enjoy the place, the walls of the houses around are made from a dark stone with a hint of green. It feels like an Italian city during Middle Ages. It also reminds me of a number of other dreams I had. One more recent one was in a modern Italian city. The Colosseum should be somewhere to my right, I am thinking and desire to go to that place. At the same time, I try to engage a few DCs to help me on my quest. I look ahead and see DCs passing by, I try to stop them, but they are moving really fast, strong momentum, so I cannot stop them. (The second time this has happened). I look at a DC in front of me and notice how beautiful, elaborate and medieval/renaissance-like her clothes are. I get closer to a DC woman that is not moving, she is some kind of monk, and ask her for help/directions, but she is not helpful at all (interact with DC).

I continue and find another male DC, a peasant, he looks a bit blurry. I know that this dream has been going on for really long, so to avoid it ending I come up with the idea to stabilize the dream by kissing him. He is not really ugly, I find him rather unpleasant, but still, I kiss him. I realize that I am doing something objectionable to me, yet I keep doing it. The dream feels much more stable (stabilize dream), but then someone tells me that as a result of my behaviour, I have now two children and that man is my husband. This place is my home now. It all suddenly feels so realistic to me that I lose my lucidity. I begin to fret about those responsibilities and that I won’t be able to leave the place now. At the same time, I know that this city is special and that there are wormholes appearing every now and then, so I can use one of them to escape. I look at a live city map, which shows the location of the currently active wormhole.

I continue sleeping and have another dream that I cannot recall. I wake up and feel frustrated because I have no memory of the last few dreams. Then fragments start to emerge.

Comment: Although I managed to recover some of the memory of that lucid, it is upsetting that once again I am unable to remember a part of the experience. And yet, it is much better than not remembering anything at all.

In this long and complicated dream I was somehow involved in politics of Poland (my country of origin, where I was born, but now I am a US citizen in real life).

There was this blond thin very pretty very charismatic woman who in my dream was in a position of power in Polish politics and was also a close family friend on my mother's side of my family.

She and a large group of people where house guests at my mother's home, and I was communicating with them mostly via phone and texting.

One time we arranged to meet. The setting was an outdoor cafe with the tables and chairs set up on a bridge for some reason. When I arrived, the important woman, a male assistant of hers, and a prisoner were already there. We were going to interview the prisoner to find out important information from him, but I do not know why he was a prisoner and what the important information was. There was no chair for me, so when I arrived, they first pulled several empty chairs from a neighboring table, and had to readjust it, so that there was only one empty chair for me. The prisoner's restraint had to be removed so that he could talk more freely. It turned out that he only had one restraint to begin with: a hair restraint, and so the assistant cut the restraint restraining the prisoner's hair. (How a hair restraint would suffice for a prisoner, and how it would prevent him from speaking freely - my dream did not explain any of that, nor did I question it.)

Change of scene to a political rally. The important woman was talking and saying "... And that's why capitalism failed in Poland." I interjected, "Excuse me, but as a proponent of capitalism, I have to correct that capitalism did not fail in Poland, it was designed to fail. What those in power called capitalism was designed to be unacceptable to people, so that they would beg those in power to abolish Capitalism. Which is what those in power had wanted all along." While I was talking about begging, I enacted the gestures of putting my hands together in exaggerated begging, and my perspective changed so that the powerful woman was higher up and I was begging her from below.

I do not know what the consequence of my interjection was because I then woke up.

Fragment 1: about personal finances and 401k retirement plan.
Fragment 2: a fragment of a dream about my grandmother go alas is no longer alive. In my dream she was frail, so toward the end of her life.

Dream recall from today's naps and yay for 100th lucid!
And yay for successful full transformation, even if it lasted only for seconds and form was unplanned.
My dream recall on talk with DCs is still not good, hmmm.
Still need to work on dream control.

Dream 1:

I wake up at home and look at hands , i can't straighten fingers no matter what i do and they are angled weirdly, which means i am dreaming. I look around and room is different, it looks somewhat like it was ages ago, and my bed is the old bed. Family is in the room as well. I walk up towards balcony door but for some reason i decide not to leave. I recall a few goals and attempt summoning and transformation a few times but it does not works well. Then i talk to family DCs about something while walking around the room, but can't recall what. I noticed pants changed color from time to time and one time i looked i had alot of pants on me for some reason. Dream fades out.
I am in the bed and mom tries to wake me up for whatever reason, i get annoyed a bit and get up, then look at hands i still can't straighten fingers, so i am still dreaming. I walk a bit and then i have got a completely random thought about dinosaurs. I see room door opening and i decide to try summoning one, no result. I walk out of the room into the corridor and decide to try transformation, i pretend to be rawr'ing and i notice some mirrors in the corridor. I look into them and i am apparently some humanoid dinosaur-looking creature, at the time i see it i feel some sort of change, and my legs felt different(I think my awareness was low again or something so i didn't felt the transformation entirely). Also my rawr pretending sounded more 'actual'. For some reason i decide to walk back into the room and on the way i become back normal. I notice dream destabilizing and i rub hands, dream becomes more stable. I walk towards balcony door this time intending to go outside, but shortly dream destabilizes again and then fades out.
I lay still with closed eyes intending to DEILD and shortly i feel someone touching me.
Dream 2:
I wake up and notice that mom was trying to wake me up again, i ignore and check hands, they are still weird, also i look around and notice that i am in my room from previous dream, i get up and try to summon some things again, but it does not works. I say something to mom DC and go towards balcony door again. I suddenly remember about expectations(Finally my dream self remembered that properly...) and decide to try summoning again, but the dream fades out.

Date: May 20, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB
Sleep Time: Can't remember but I believe I had gotten around 7-8 hours of sleep.

Dream #1
Dreamed I was in an elevator with Albert Einstein and Nickola Tesla. The elevator was going up and then all of a sudden it stopped abruptly. I looked at my fellow elevator friends and said, "Something is wrong." I felt like I was becoming lucid, but at that exact moment, the elevator spun out of control and the dream faded and I woke up. Damn it!

Dream #2
I was in my sister's apartment and she was having a party for some kids. they were running around all crazy from the sugar 'high' and constantly drinking sodas. I was trying to help my sister move furniture out of the way and I noticed several mice marching on the floor in a straight line...this scared me to death...so much that I woke up...AGAIN!

Dream Fragment #1
I was carefully painting a child's table and chair in primary colors.

Dream Fragment #2
Shopping with my sis in law at a Kmart and we both wanted a pair of curtains we saw during the 'sidewalk' sale. The curtains were for spring and you got 2-4 curtains for a dollar. We both wanted those curtains so bad...

Note to self: Do you think Albert Einstein and Nikola Tesla in an elevator with you was your dream sign? Uh...YEAH!

Its been at least a month since I last logged in. I've been busy taking care of my husband Adam. Its been 3 months since his stroke, and he is healing in every way! Starting from the spirit and working down to his toes!!

9 days ago Adam was baptized right here in the campground where we live, just outside our door. it was 2 days after that, that I had the dream I will remember til my last breath.

I was driving my car, me and Adam were going to the bank. I parked outside our bank and we both got out. Outside the entrance to the bank were 4 street musicians, each playing an instrument (I think 2 were stringed, 2 were flutes). They looked well dressed and normal, like you would see performing on a street corner,except these men all had red skin. Adam ignored them and walked straight into the bank (he would never in real life ignore a musician, because he is one). But it was like he didn't even register that they were there. I walked up to them, stood close to them. Up close I could see that their red skin was covered in rolls of wrinkles, boils, and blisters. I knew what they were, but I wasn't afraid. The one closest to me leaned forward, still playing the stringed instrument he was holding, and began to speak to me. Deafness washed over me. I didn't hear the music or what it said to me. This was a band of demons, expelled out of Adam when he was baptised. I calmly but firmly said "Get back - Jesus has him."

Instantly it was pushed back from me, and I was 30+ feet from the entrance of the bank with an angel on each side of me. I was surrounded by their light and I could hear the lights warmth (I know that sounds weird, hearing warmth, but I cant describe it any other way). I wanted to be with Adam,so I was instantly in the bank. No walking required. The inside was simply a white room. People were walking around, some with their head down, some talking to their self, others interacting. Very few were talking to other people. Some people were in line, some were at the front of the line. I found Adam in line and joined him,and from there, he wrapped his arm around me and we talked about what we needed to do while we were in town.

The white room I think, represented people who love God. Some of them were quiet and not talking to others, instead keeping counsel with their own self, refusing to let go of the self....walking head down,ashamed to be known for their love for God. Others in line were waiting for direction, listening and following in obedience, living in tune with God, they knew their old self was dead. It was sad to see how many Christians were wandering with their head down, hiding, hoping not to be seen.

This was the most powerful dream I've ever had. It was lucid, and at the same time simple and clear. I'll never forget coming face to face with the demon that once inhabited my husband. it wanted him back....it spoke to me because Adam wouldn't acknowledge it - which is because Adam COULDN'T see it after he was baptized. I know when the deafness washed over me,it was pleading with me -- so it could get Adam to make him fall, make him doubt....

WE'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, SATAN.... YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM OR ME ANYMORE!!!! God's building Adam up from scratch since his stroke, and building me up as well - and what ever comes of it will be for Gods glory,so BACK UP!!!!!

05-21-2013 -- [As always, earlier bits MIA.] Playing some kind of computer game, might be Runescape, though very little matches up. There is something that recharges a talent or skill or such (like a prayer alter, or a summoning obelisk) and in some way I can keep track of exactly one person who uses the obelisk, knowing what else they are doing while they are online. The problem is, I'm not interested in following anybody who is currently online. But finally I see somebody it might be fun to keep track of. I think it might be Skilledman, but if it is, he is using a different character name at the moment, with many more Ss.

I am just about to follow him (think of it like sending the thoughts of a VIP in Roller Coaster Tycoon to the screen, so you know what he is thinking of your park) when my mom shows up. She got a membership to the game long ago, but she never got very far, but she has finally decided she wants to learn this part of the game, and asks for my help. So I follow her, instead.

She wants to get fully involved, but one part of the game involves folding up little model boats (five or six inches long) made out of cardboard that you kind of poke free from the pre-cut spots on the piece of cardboard they gave you when you joined. Since that was several years ago, mom admits she long ago threw out the sheet of cardboard, so we have to go looking around the world, trying to find a couple of sheets that somebody else has thrown out.

So mom is out searching one area, and I seem to be searching near a beach, along with a cute girl who is following my orders. I send her onto the beach to look for some of the boat cardboard, and she comes back and says she didn't find any. I am almost sure I saw some there, so go down to the beach, myself. Unfortunately, there is no small cardboard for mom, but I do come across a guy who has made a life-size boat (around the size of a small power boat, but more like a rowboat) made entirely of cardboard. When I ask him about it, he explains he belongs to a group that makes these, and he has sailed it all the way up from Miami. I'm wondering how the thing didn't disintegrate in the water. He invites me to join them the next time they go sailing, but I think it is not likely.

Meanwhile, we do manage to find one of the right pieces of cardboard for mom, and we are heading back to the meeting place in the desert. We rejoin a group that seems to be mostly women (I think I am the only guy here), and we have this sort of wagon train of several large barge-like vehicles that float in the air, and we use them to cross the desert. At least one of them is a large barge filled with our water supply. I am new to this group, and I soon discover they are being ordered about by a rather mean alien fellow that looks kind of like Trakis from Babylon 5.

He pushes around the girls, gives them orders, tells them what to do, and is probably using them to do illegal stuff. When he starts to choke one of the girls, I attack him, and am soon choking him while holding him up against a wall. We're very evenly matched, and neither of us can beat the other, but I am able to stop him from attacking the ladies. Instead, he gives us our latest orders, supposedly from the government, and sends us into the desert to steal something, and also gives us a new module to replace an old one that is supposed to let the FBI keep track of where we are and what we are doing.

He leaves, and I explain to the ladies that I believe him. I think the new module will help the FBI keep an eye on us. Unfortunately, I think he has been using them to steal stuff for him, and is now framing them, so the FBI will come after us, as he goes and finds a new crew to steal for him. I say we have to destroy this new module so we can't be tracked, and we do a little reading, and discover the thing would have to be submerged in water to destroy it. One of the girls goes slightly crazy, and tears a hole in the side of the water barge, and water starts spilling out as she pushes the new module into the interior. I'm thinking there had to be a better way to do that!

Meanwhile, we're scrambling to get the caravan moving across the desert, when I quickly find myself facing Trakis again, but things are shifting a little bit. I am the 10th Doctor, and one of the attractive ladies is my companion, and Trakis is being chased by what seems to be another attractive lady. He is a minor villain, but really fairly harmless, but you can't say the same for the alien that is chasing him. I urge them both into the TARDIS while I face this thing, and it is trying to spit some green slime on me. I'm not sure if this green slime will take me over, or just burn me, but either way it is bad news, and therefore I am a little nervous that, while I dodged the mass she spit at me, I did seem to get splattered with a few drops. I'm soon running again, trying to stay away from it.

I am not sure, but the thing attacking me at the end might be the monster I faced with the Doctor (as opposed to as the Doctor) in this dream last November.

Part 1: The Basement Club Kids
The dream started with me trying to go to school (IRL I'm taking the rest of the school year off for my surgery recovery), but I didn't want to so instead I bailed out. Instead I went to this place in a basement or warehouse. There, there were a ton of clubs. Like "Singing Club", not nightclubs. I joined Singing Club and this girl gave me shit for it so I gave a snappy comeback and was known as "the witty one" and made tons of friends.

Later on, I also went to an Elementary School for no reason. Afterwards, me and one of my friends from the basement went to a grocery store to wreck the store. Some lady got pissed at us and kicked us out. After that, an opportunity came up for the club members. We could go to Kalahari (it's a water park in waking life). All we had to do was give our "ticket" to the lady without the water "blocking" it (getting on it), if that happened we couldn't go.

This was extremely difficult for some reason, we all had to find containers to put the ticket in. I freaked out because I thought I wasn't able to go, but eventually I got an adequate container. Once I got the ticket-station, the lady took my ticket and told me I had a large forehead.

I went in with an acquaintance I know in waking life. We got into "Kalahari" and it turned out to be a few darkened and really creepy looking rooms, but with run-down gymnastic equipment and puddles (of water) all around it.

We left disappointed and found out we really in a foreign country, and they didn't have as good water parks as home.

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Part 2: The Foreign Family

I suddenly found myself in a penthouse house with family I apparently knew. My mom and my cats were there also. This family was large: there was the dad and mom, and then like 10 kids (don't remember the exact number). They were showing me their way of life (they dressed in designer clothes and had American accents, but were foreign). They lived in a huge penthouse with windows all around. It was very high in the air and I could see the skyline perfectly.

The skyline was beautiful, it was the biggest city I've ever seen. It dwarfed Waking Life cities like New York, London, and even Tokyo. Once I looked at the skyline, a bomb flew and exploded on the table. These were more like grenades, and they didn't kill anybody yet.

The "people" throwing these grenades were super futuristic robot-type things. They were shaped like barrels and were white. More and more of these things started swarming and throwing explosives in and I remember praying to live.

The family was completely chill, they explained how this happened all the time and there was no big deal. They also had holes to stick your head down. Once the robots finally left, the family explained how this will probably happen again and that we should prepare now. There was going to be an aircraft coming to get us and others to protect us from the robots.

I got my cats and got them on first. I remember I wasn't scared for my life anymore, but my cats. After that the rest of us got on. It was also very futuristic and the size of a large ship. Suddenly, it started. First, the robots came and tried to throw explosives, but it didn't work as the aircraft had windows that could not be shattered.

Then, the enemy aircraft came. It looked like ours, but dwarfed the size of ours. It was huge. It flew over us and I remember every saying something along the lines of "Holy shit, that's huge!". Another aircraft came, but it was much smaller and looked like a bunch of amusement park seats attached together, with kids my age (13 or so) in them.

An adult came out. She was ginger and middle aged. She began calling names of kids on our aircraft. They had to replace some of the kids on the other one, in the seats. Everybody went without hesitation, they were going to a camp or school-type thing which was supposed to be really special and cool. After she called all of the names, she explained that the rest of us better start caring about how we appear to others.

She looked at me and pointed "If you're trying to show the rest of them that not caring about what others think about you is easy [referring to my behavior in the basement], you have another thing coming to ya."

05-19-2013 -- [Three or four dreams in one. Had a false awakening in this dream where I was recalling it as three separate dreams, before falling back into the dream for yet another part. Entire dream took place between 4:15 and 5:30 in the morning. All earlier dreams while sleeping very badly were rather fragmentary, but may have included Roller Coaster Tycoon.]

First part I can remember (and there may have been a little before this) was somehow driving around the Orlando area with Carl while trying to work on a story I had first started writing back in college, which involved wizards and magic, and lots of history and legend about the world where it is taking place. Oddly enough, though it is a fictional story, I seem to be working on it for possible publication in the Hornet Newspaper. There are twin sisters, witches, living in small, circular cabins somewhere on campus.

One of them officially opposes the evil wizard, while the other pretends to work with him, but in truth she opposes him, as well. The one who officially opposes him finds that her house has burnt down, and as I am looking at it, I can see the somewhat poor burnt house graphics that I was using in my attempt at creating a Realmz scenario, many years ago. Writing a story has turned into writing a RPG computer game.

I am thinking of bringing back Merlin to defeat the evil wizard, then set himself up as a good dictator, and it is now turning from a computer game into a comic book that I am trying to do, which is actually a very bad idea, since I can't draw worth beans! Soon I find myself half running and half biking through long corridors, of stairs and cabinets of china and the like, as dream things shift.

This is where the false awakening claims the first dream ended and the second dream began. The scene is slowly shifting, and I find myself running / biking on one of the major roads from Orlando to Kissimmee (OBT or Orange, I think) and it is very late, perhaps 1 or 2 am. As I am moving along, I find myself being chased by two guys on bikes. I soon find they are threatening me, and they are punks who mug people and steal their stuff.

As they start talking, I find they are French, and really, really stuck up. They think they are the toughest thugs in the world, and are now traveling the world to mug people in different countries to show just how bad they are ... but I find it halfway funny that they are mugging me with little, tiny pocket knives. Still, I'm no fighter, so I am trying to outrun them, and get to the nearby police station for help.

I am somehow riding under and jumping over things on my bike, which really shouldn't work, but I manage to stay ahead of them long enough to reach where I think the police station is, but it isn't there. Instead, I find myself facing a cross between a motorcycle gang and the A-Team. They are toughs, and in a van. They might have been trouble, if it weren't for the circumstances (or they might not), but when I explain about the French thugs chasing me, they decide they'll take care of them, and it turns out the French guys aren't nearly as tough as they think they are, so I turn around and start heading back to Orlando.

According to the false awakening, this is where the third dream began. I'm heading back toward Orlando, but I catch a glimps of a couple of bike riders in the distance, and am worried that it might be the French guys. I know they've been beaten up by the American guys, but also figure this could make them very mad at me, so I don't want to run into them.

I start to run, but slowly rise in the air. I manage to fly by running fast, and am soon running among the roof tops of 2 or 3 story buildings, and big industrial buildings, and thankfully, even if they try, nobody can manage to follow me, so I soon manage to put some distance between myself and the people following me. As I get better and better at this running through the air stuff, I start to think of myself as a sort of super hero, and am becoming more and more impressed with myself.

It is on one of these rooftops that I suddenly find myself "waking up" (though I am still on the rooftop), and I start to write down the three dreams I've had in my dream notebook. And I am very specific in writing them down as the three separate dreams, as I repeat them and try to get all the details down good and firm.

Then I kind of slip back into the dream, and find myself still between Orlando and Kissimmee, but back on the ground, and I start running through the air again to try and reach the rooftops. But now it is a lot more difficult, I can't do nearly as well (find myself almost to the height of a one story rooftop, but have to struggle and scramble to climb onto it), and now the people who are chasing after me seem to be able to run through the air as well as I can, so they are right behind me now. Thankfully, they are not the French guys, but a couple of fairly attractive ladies, though I wake before I find out if they are chasing me for pleasant reasons, or unpleasant.