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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.

The second of two LDs from the morning of 05/18/2013. This was a big, big dream, and this dream and I did not always get along. This was my first serious attempt at meeting NewArtemis for a dream sharing attempt.

I also got into a big fight with a powerful DC that escalated into a me against the world situation. I could have handled this a lot better. My self-control wasn't what it should be... but it was still kinda awesome.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #96: Clash at the Alamo

I'm Marty McFly from Back to the Future, driving my DeLorean on a set of rails that stand hundreds of feet over a bay. The DeLorean starts to shake as it picks up speed and before I can make a time jump, the rails end and the car goes plummeting toward the sparkling water.

I brace for impact and the DeLorean flies to pieces as it strikes the bay. Miraculously, I'm unharmed, and I thrash about for something to hold on to so that I can get my bearings and figure out what to do. One long, fin-like piece of metal from the car bobs to the surface and I grab onto it. The moment that I do, an unseen engine roars to life and takes off like a jet ski.

As I'm racing across the bay, I realize that this has to be a dream. After riding for a moment, I'm perhaps a hundred feet from shore. I leap off the impromptu "jet ski" and fly the remaining distance, landing in a stone plaza that stands at the water's edge.

I remember that I'm planning to meet NewArtemis at the Alamo for a shared dreaming experiment. I turn toward the water, raise my hands up in the air, and make an announcement to all of the DCs. Most of the passerby stop and turn to look at me. "The Alamo is right behind me! That's right -- Alamo right behind me!" I imagine it in detail, rebuilding my mental map, forgetting and scrubbing out the buildings that were there before and replacing it with my image of everything that I remember about the Alamo. I continue this until I can think of nothing of what's behind me except for this image of the Alamo.



I turn around, expecting to see the Alamo... and there it is! The stone's a little darker and the construction looks a little too new to be quite right, but it's more than close enough of a lookalike for me. I walk around past the front entrance to a courtyard. The geography is different in this dream from that of the real Alamo, and I come to a stone wall with a little alcove and a bench. There's a woman sitting on the bench and we look at each other immediately.

She gets up and approaches me right away. She doesn't look like NewArtemis' DC has in the past, but I'm not sure of anything yet. She speaks first: "I'm here to meet someone. How about you?"

"So am I," I say, studying her. She's roughly the same height as Art's DC but her skin is paler, her hair curlier, her build heavier, and her face is different -- broader, different nose, different shape... just different. "But you're not her, are you? I don't think you're [NewArtemis]."

She smiles noncommitally, but I continue. "That's okay," I continue. "Let's still do the passphrases and gestures." I speak my chosen word to the DC and perform my chosen gesture. She doesn't bother speaking a passphrase in return but she does perform a gesture. (These have been reported to a 3rd party who is not NewArtemis just in case she's able to guess them.)

"Well, I need to go!" the woman says. She walks out of the alcove and passes me. As she goes, she becomes a much older lady, blonde, mid-50s. She grows to an enormous height, probably close to 8 feet tall. She's wearing shorts and I see that her legs are covered with a crisscrossing patchwork of scars.

I contemplate following, but I'm distracted by a man who's sitting at the top of a stone wall nearby, staring at me with a malicious grin on his face. He's in his late 30s with close-cropped reddish-blonde hair. The guy keeps staring at me with that joyless grin and I know that he's looking for trouble with me. I want no part of it, so I turn and walk away.



He hops down from the wall and grips my right forearm with his right hand, twisting my arm around so that my hand is near my head. I try to pull my arm out of his grip but when I yank, it doesn't budge. He laughs, shaking his head as if he can't believe that I would bother trying to defy him. "You're never leaving here," he says. "I mean it. You are never leaving here." I yank my arm again but I feel as weak as a kitten.

I know I have to turn this around fast. I grab him by the back of the head with my left hand and begin to imagine my adversary as frail and lethargic. "You're so weak and tired," I tell him, trying to sound compassionate, even though I'm boiling with rage. "There's just no strength left in you at all." And I gently move to lay him down on a nearby table. I think of him as totally weak and barely able to move. His grip slips from my arm and he flops backward onto the table.

"And small," I say, pressing on his head with one hand and his feet with the other. He begins to shrink. His hair has turned jet black now, and his eyes close. I squeeze him together, thinking of him as so tiny, and soon he shrinks to the size of a child, then to the size of a baby, then disappears into his clothes entirely. My self-control cracks and I ball up his clothes, throw the bundle on the ground, and give it a vicious stomp. I wonder for a moment whether I've gone too far and hope for a moment that the bundle was empty. I walk through a nearby archway, not sticking around to find out more.

I emerge in a cafeteria. A table of 6 or 7 teenagers immediately looks up from their meals at me. "It's him," one of them says, and they all get to their feet and come after me. I fly through a nearby doorway and emerge in a large, empty room with a skylight. I fly up to the skylight, intending to phase through it, but something seems to restrain me from getting high enough. I run through a doorway into a drugstore that dead-ends in a frosted glass window. I vault toward it, phasing through onto a street scene.

There are police everywhere on the street. I know that they're looking for me. There are strange little ball-shaped hoverbots scanning the streets with cameras, also trying to track me down. I sprint up to one and kick it against a nearby wall. With a pop, it breaks into two smoking, fizzling halves.

Everything seems to be happening too fast for me to control. I run down the street, looking for some way out of this fear. I want to buy time to calm down, so I phase through the door of a nearby house. Cops are turning the place over while the family, a husband and wife and their little girl of about 8 are glued to the TV. One cop notices me as I walk in, but I swoop in on him, grab him from behind, and choke him unconscious. The other two cops don't seem to notice any of this, and the little family stares obliviously into their TV sets.

I watch the TV for a moment. It's some sort of political propaganda which claims that the moral code of their "great society" is built upon a foundation of classic arcade games like Centipede, Pac-Man, and Donkey Kong. I'm torn -- on one hand, I find top-down, statist morality codes repugnant. On the other hand, I sure do love classic arcade games.

I phase out through the back of the house into the yard. The cops yell at me as I pass and I hear them calling for backup. The back yard is peaceful for a moment before the wail of what sounds like an air raid siren fills the air. I look up at the sky, feeling helpless, trying to find peace for a moment. But all I can think is They're coming for me. The dream ends...

Probably the most elaborate dream I've had the pleasure of remembering in a while :0... It went a little something like this:
I found myself hovering many kilometres off the ground with a grassy, desert like landscape beneath me in all directions. After taking in the scenery I looked up to find multiple iron man suits floating around nearby. I myself was wearing the 'arms' of the suit I guess because my wrists felt heavy and every time I made a fist I'd lose altitude. I hovered closer to one of the other 'Iron Men' and noticed markings on one that looked like a police badge. This was when the man himself, Tony Stark flew up to me in his classic red and gold armour and challenged me to a freefall race: First to the ground wins. I accepted his challenge, clenched my fists and the race begun. I took a skydiver pose, the one where you've got your hands up next your head and your legs bent back at the knee, but quickly straightened out to pick up speed when I noticed that Tony had assumed the lead. We were neck to neck as I got closer to the ground but I had this feeling like I was going way too fast so I'd have to slow down a little in order to avoid crashing into the street. To do this I opened up my palms again and directed them to the floor. Tony bolted passed me not slowing down at all and then stopped dead just above the ground. Having lost the race I laughed and stated that it was unfair because he likely had Jarvis calculate exactly when he should adjust his speed to stop so close to the ground. The last thing I remember before waking up was taking off the now suddenly very heavy arm thrusters and putting them in a storage unit near a gas station. Needless to say when I woke up I was impressed by my brain's capacity to create such an amazing and detailed dream.

Finally broke the the lucid length dry spell, thanks to the competition i guess.
Now need to improve dream control and work on my expectations...

Dream 1(fragment):

I was in some theater/shop place.

Dream 2(fragment):

Can't recall much of start of the dream, i was doing something at home and getting messages on skype from SilentEternity, then i went to continue the nap. I was trying to fall asleep but my legs were randomly moving into some positions, i eventually fell asleep. Then i woke up and was walking to somewhere, then fadeout.
I wake up again and take off headphones, i still hear binaurals so i am dreaming, the room is pretty accurate to waking life. I go towards the balcony door but it's closed, for some reason i decide against going outside this time, and i just start flying around inside, i feel the wings. Random thought comes to me to try to summon a dragon again, but nothing happens. I fly around the room in circles and each time furniture around changes, there are random tables, some food, vases, drawers, the time of day is changing between day and night as well randomly. While flying i decide to try transformation again, this time into one of the characters i thinked up for certain game, Scionox. I feel the change in my hands, i look at them and they are turned into kinda solid darkness, not exactly what i wanted but still success. They fade back to normal after a few seconds though. I do give it a few more tries but each try just reduced the number of fingers on my hands by one with no other effect.
Shortly i wake up, happy and then i wake up again and do an reality check, haha, false awakenings.

In this dream I was a male member of a software development team. I remember I was a white man, tall and skinny and strong.

I don't know what our application was supposed to do, but there was an email component. The developer of the email component was I think a subcontractor of a different company, and the lead of our project wanted to exclude him as much as possible.

First scene was like a demo, and during the demo the email developer figured out how to make things visible in 3D and in color. the lead resented this even though these were crucial developments in our project but she did not like that this was him who figured it out.

Second scene, we are in our work area and our lead is telling the email developer that he cannot come to another meeting. I say to the lead, "You cannot exclude a member of the team and remain a member of the team, especially not after what he has done!" I bodily lift the team lead up. She is a petite woman. I sit her on a desk, and jab a finger in her chest to make the point. Then I suddenly get the insight, "Hey, I guess that means you are not a member of this team. Out!" And I point to the door behind me. She says, "You can't do that. I am the boss." And I say, "Yes, I can. And no, you are not. He is." I just know without looking that our boss who is her boss and everyone else's is in the doorway behind me. Will he support her or me? I wonder.

I never find out because I wake up instead.

Side note: Even though this dream was non-lucid it had this powerful moment of insight, where I felt empowered. this dram is inconsistent in that I say that one can't exclude a team member, but I exclude her.

A very common dream sign of mine is the mushroom. Whether it is growing in an unusual quantity or off the branches of trees like leaves, I must learn to recognize this oddity as a dream sign inside the dream. Last night I dreamed that I was walking on the side of a river, the place looks familiar but is a little different. I think I have visited this spot previously in another dream. It was looking at the various types of mushrooms growing there, all of them not really out of the ordinary. Then I come across a little patch of mushrooms growing out of the fork of a tree. They were the most vibrant shade of red I have ever seen and gave off a slight glow. Looking closer at them, I see that there are small crystals growing on the caps and are giving off a low, barely audible, humming sound. As I sat there looking at these mushrooms, I hear a growl beyond the tree line. Suddenly, a troll-like creature bursts from the undergrowth and starts charging towards me. I fall backwards, abruptly waking up with a dull ache in my head.

Maybe they were the troll's special prize and I was encroaching upon his territory? I cannot make any sense out of it apart from that. What does this dream tell me? I don't think I will ever know, but that isn't too bad of a thing.

Pre bed: Green tea

Total sleep time: 9 hrs

Dream quality and recall: went to bed very late, deep sleep tonight, and recall was hard. I have been trying to recall the whole first dream all day long but with little success.

Fragment1 DILD: I am looking at a male person, concentrating on top of their head. I see a second more transparent double layer shining with color, I am so aware, lucid is an understatement. I get a great sense of understanding. There is a discussion and feelings of happiness from my side. I am also talking with PennyRoyal, he is one of my good buddies in the dream. It was very vivid, but I don't have much recall. My key impressions are positive feelings, knowledge and understanding. This was my first memorable REM or Non-REM? for the night.

Fragment2: Me and somebody else are about to catch a small plane. We are in front of a very small airport, but we need to get to the other part of the airport, we are looking at a map of the area.

brief natural wake, had the idea of writing down the previous dreams but was way too tired, thought I would remember it, so went back to sleep

Fragment3: FA, I wake up in my bed, grab the tablet and start writing down the dream with Penny. My bf is near me, watching what I have typed, I stop writing, I wake up.

WBTB: I wake up, this time jot down keywords, and spend 10 mins struggling to remember more of the dream. Reviewed tasks, but had the feeling this will be it for today.

Dream4: We are in some place with my bf with a blond guy, resembling a former classmate. While he is a total stranger, but my bf doesn't mind him spending the evening with us. We talk for a long time, he is slightly arrogant. The guy decides it's time to leave so he jumps from a bridge. I watch him vanish in the air instead of falling in the water.

Fragment5: Another attempt to remember the dream with Penny, but I am trying to recall during the dream itself. This time I see a water in front of me, it is a waterfall. I think the dream with Penny might have included Angel Falls, also get some feeling of happiness, yet cannot remember more even during the dream.

Fragment6: A new thread started by Xanos

Dream7: I am with my parents in a familiar place. I have the feeling this is the second dream in that place for today. We talk about something with my mom, and I decide to go to another room. I then go out. I feel much better now, by myself, on the street, there is a fence and obviously a zoo. A lot of people are there, I join them. I see a polar bear cub, and that people are actually going beyond the fence. I want to go to where the cub is so I also cross over and am inside the section with the animals.

I look to the other side and see now a brown bear cub, it is on its back, drinking a bottle of coke. I am with a friend of mine and I tell her that the zoo keepers will think that we gave the drink to the bear and be angry with us. I try to take the bottle of coke away from the bear, but I am taking its food, it is stressed now. I am afraid of its mother, which is a much larger polar bear. We are sitting on a couch with some DCs, when the mother bear comes. I try to think of a plan to escape, without attracting her attention. I think at that point she transforms into a DC, conveys the message that she wants us to leave her territory, so I ask the DCs that we go. They get up, we are leaving, and the mother bear DC is grateful.

Comments: It's been three days in a row that I have been dreaming animals, it is high time I begin to recognize this as a dream sign! Also, upon waking up don't forget to at least count fingers or do any RC, to take advantage of those FAs.

This was...interesting.
I was a pilot who was shooting at other biplanes when I crashed, but I didn't get hurt at all. I found myself in this field that seem to used to be a forest that was cleared out by shooting and bombing activites.
Anyway, the field was all ruined, with a few plants like strawberries and apples that were growing there were burnt or dried up.
Up ahead, I saw Hitler, with a small group of other girls. It seemed like they were trying to pick out whatever was still edible within these ruins. I turn around, and I see my general. He tells me to go stalk Hitler, and to get as close to him as I can. I look past the general and behind him was the whole United States army was hiding behind a hill, waiting.
I didn't want to do this job, but I did. I got so close to Hitler that my toes where touching where his heels were. But he didn't notice me. Suddenly he found an apple, still red and untouched. He picked it was smiled, he was very happy to have found it. He turns around, and continued smiling at me.
The group of girls had walked away, and he wasn't surprised that I was there with him. Then he walked away, and I stood there watching him.

I had this dream last year during the summer. It was one of the few dreams I had about stuff related to WW2 or about war in general.

Lot of recall today.

Dream 1:

I was browsing dreamviews and there was something about some kind of spirits, and about how to contact the spirit of oneself and use it. Then i was teaming up with the spirit and exploring various 'Spiritual Locations', which included some locations in forest park and near my home. There were alot of pigeons in locations.
Then i was looking at melanieb's house(Haven't seen IWL) and somebody was explaining that she has problem with some stuff in life, and that that causes the problems to her spirit as well. I was seeing her as well but she looked more like her forum avatar, but sad.
Then i was visiting some kind of spirit school, which looked rather cartoon-ish and rather empty. There was an explanation that it is possible to train the spirit here and gain some powers from that, but it's also possible to lose it completely. There were special backpacks to pick and they all had different properties. Someone also told me that melanieb will be fine.
Then later i was on some kind of hill with pillars, hiding behind pillars and spying on somebody.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing someone's creations in Fraxy, it was semi-3D and there was some kind of double boss that looked like chains of some kind. Then there was another boss that was very quick. Later i decided to make a stage for those.

Dream 3(fragments):

The global cataclysm of some kind was announced and i was doing some research on that. Then i was on some kind of robot making facility and there was also something about robots. I was talking to someone about buying planets and there was response at some point "Buying a planet and living there will not be worth it". And later i exited the building and the landscape was like different planet, it was mostly grey and there were random small junkyards around.

Dream 4:

I was playing some RPG game with SilentEternity, we had a bit of problems with connection due to the fact that to run the game we needed to launch it through some MMX site. Then when we finally successfully ran the game, we started in a forest. There were various enemies that we had to fight and continued exploring further. At some points game was switching to 2D and was turning into platformer. Soon we have found a portal.
After getting through portal, we found ourselves in an huge open area and there were a few vehicles we could use. At first i selected some quick vehicle(can't recall exactly what) and was exploring the map. Apparently our mission was to take out a few enemy bases. A couple of bases were to the north from the vehicle depot on a small hill and another base was to the east, behind a mountain, but there was a road leading there in the south part of the area. Enemies were using various vehicles, i recall WW2 tanks, some more modern tanks, M60 tank and some weird futuristic tank. Eventually my quick vehicle got shot down and i had to return to vehicle depot to get another one. My choice was a tank that looked like M1A1, but upgraded with various weapons and stuff. Can't recall what SilentEternity was using but i recall he was using a vehicle only half of time.
After some time we took out the northern and the eastern bases, my tank was quite damaged but overall still enough health to continue. The only area that we haven't touched was area at the west, and for a reason. We were separated from that area by lake, and the only way was through the bridge, that looked like really broken train. We started crossing but it was a bit problematic to get tank through there, i was not even sure how i did it but i had to enter/exit vehicle alot of times. SilentEternity couldn't get his vehicle through so he was helping on-foot. We were almost near the end of the "bridge", but then game started lagging horribly. I asked about that on dreamviews chat and somebody said that i should decrease network focus on dreamviews. I looked at dreamviews and my "network focus" slider was at 75%-ish, i decrease it to 15% or so and the game stopped lagging.
Back in the game, we finally crossed the "bridge" and there was a bunch of enemies already waiting for us. After a bit of combat my tank was pretty low on health, but i was still trying to destroy the enemies. Then a boss enemy tank appeared, stronger than the others. We continued the battle, i was using terrain and alot of homing missiles to minimize damage taken, but soon my tank was extremely low on health anyway. I started moving into the lake while dodging enemy projectiles and using homing missiles, soon i was completely underwater. I was surprised to discover that my tank can actually move faster underwater and can use a turbo boost, tank's health was on like 1% though. Dodging enemy fire was easy now though and i was about to exit the lake near the center of the map, but suddenly game glitched out.
We talked on skype with SilentEternity about what happened, apparently the site that was managing the connection was down. Shortly we were back in the game, but i started back at the vehicle depot because apparently enemy managed to shot down my tank while i was not in game. I was disappointed so we decided that next time we will not use that site and instead use some other site. Also we reviewed the logs and it was nice to know that the boss was destroyed.

It started off inside my grandparents house, there were four or five other people I don't know in waking life, but I seemed to know them well in the dream.

There was an inherent feeling of danger in the dream, and it was dark outside.

I walked upstairs with two others, we were talking, and half way through the conversation they shouted something like "JUMP ON THE CHEST OF DRAWS!", I looked behind me and could see thousands of small puppy's running at me, barking.
I jumped on the cabinet and they all started jumping up trying to bite us. For some reason, I immediately knew that they were 'zombies'. They ran away after about 10 seconds of doing that.

We then walked down the corridor again, but this time ran into the toilet because they were coming again, but as I was running into the toilet, I saw thousands of zombie dogs at the bottom of the stairs, it went into almost still, slow motion, but I could think at normal speed about what I was going to do, so when the slow motion stopped, I ran into the toilet, and this bald guy that was already in there shut and locked the toilet, I jammed my feet against the door but noticed the bottom panel of the door was coming off, so I let it come off and jumped on the windowsill. I then noticed the two others were gone. One zombie dog jumped up and seemed to borrow into my skin but it didn't have any affect on me so in this dream, I must have been 'immune' or something. Another zombie puppy then jumped and tried to bite me, so, I grabbed it, and it dug it's claws into my hand, and I could actually feel the pain of this, and this was the first time I ever felt pain in a dream.

I then ran downstairs and looked on the garden wall, and the three others that had disappeared in the bathroom were sat on the wall. They were all dressed in blue clothes, almost like hospital gowns. We started to pick up these toys from a wall, like a firetruck that could play songs, and a toy clarinet and a recorder and stuff and started trying to make songs out of them. They all then said "If you're wearing this, or can hear the sound of the text, you're really dead." They all then disappeared.

The rest of the people in the house were my some other people I don't know in my waking life, but these DC's knew me well for some reason. Outside, there were hundreds of different trucks, and supplies. We then started to organize a convoy of trucks to go to a safer place, we then met with this other family that were sleeping in tents next to the house we were in, and firstly, the woman in our group was not happy about them joining, but I noticed they were a family and had kids, so we couldn't let them die here. I asked them if they wanted to come and they were happy about coming. We were then getting the trucks and supplies ready when I asked if I could drive my own truck, just in-case one of the others broke down, but the woman again, said no, and that "we don't want to make too much noise". I then ran over to some boats and tried to find a good one just in-case there was no escape on land, but all I could find was small, plastic, kid boats with holes in them. I dragged out the one in best condition and threw it on the back of the truck. Instead of us all getting in the trucks, we sat on top. The convoy started moving, and we started to drive down these dirt roads. One of the people from our original group pulled out the firetruck and started playing music on it, it was like country rock. It was actually a pretty cool part of the dream, being sat with other zombie survivor's, in a truck convoy, but annoyingly, most of the others got quad bikes or motorbikes and I wasn't even allowed to drive a stinkin' truck.

This is were the dream ended. (sadly)

That was probably my favorite dream in a long time.

When I glance back at the titles for my dream journals I notice they seem to be sort of lacking in grammatical structure and fairly ridiculous souding. What's really happening is I'm condensing the title I already have in my DJ and making it more comprehensible, while still including key points of the dream to help me recall them at a glance. I also recorded this entire dream by typing it out on my phone because I couldn't find my dream journal. Sometimes I will use a memo program so I can keep my eyes closed and more freely describe the dream and details of it (it's pretty cool, and ends up translating waayyyy differently onto paper when I hear it later). Yay, the things I do!
Awareness:4-8
Vividness:5-7
(what I wrote under it) I actually noticed some low res/blurry textures, lots of these just before I woke up.
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I'm walking around a small shopping area (I don't know the right word for it, it has your local food store, some food places, etc). It's pitch black outside, and I'm walking with a person who I think is my mom, but really isn't (maybe a guy? I don't even know). I pass by what is a Greatclips in real life, but notice it is now a narrow but lengthy bookstore. The door is locked, but fulfilling my expectation for my mom, the person hands me a heavy gold/bronze key with some sort of ornate gemstone set into the base. I unlock the door, and walk inside (I have some companions with me and draw some comfort from their presence, but never look or speak at them, I just know they're friendly and have my back). The bookstore is well lit, and as I walk all the way to the back (the store has 3 very long shelves then shelves lining the walls and a counter to the back right) I notice the janitor crouched down by his cleaning supplies, checking a song on his music player. I wonder if he will care that I'm in this store after hours, but 30 seconds later he seems to be manning the "night shift" of the store, sitting behind the counter and speaking fluent spanish with some teenagers who are buying books and sodas. Pleased that I can understand it, I walk around some more looking for books in The wheel of time series. I don't know what they look like, but heard that they were very good. I end up crouching down to leaf through a series of florescent, ultra shiny political books (given the length, I think pamphlet would really be a better word). **DAMN IT, I knew it had something to do with congress and incompetence and/or scandal but didn't write it down in the morning because I'm a worthless bum. oh well, even my subconscious thinks congress is BLEH** I don't actualy read any of the books, just flip through till the end of one of them to see a few diagrams.


Some evil baddies are laying siege to my (greatly enlarged) house, and I have to escape by daringly wall running along the outside of our spare room. Later, we are still outside of the house facing the wall, and I am nailing in 4 nails to an elevated coffin (our sworn enemy, don't know how I know this, it's just who I was supposed to be). I think it must be an old Bruce Wayne, and the large audience seated behind me is greatly amused by this false respect for our most hated foe. I have a corroded metal nail (about 4 feet long) that I am using to bang in the nails of the coffin. As I near the back side, I can see a hole in the side of the coffin and it turns out Bruce Wayne looks like Billy Joe Armstrong (the lead singer for greenday and my favorite band in middle school). Not only that, but he appears very much alive.

There's actually quite a bit more to these dreams, but this laptop has a parental control feature that automatically logs off at 1AM, so I'll have to make this a two parter and finish it later today.

Date: 15 May

Pre bed: 400 mg valerian, 100b B6

Total sleep time: 7hrs

Impressions and Recall: There was my usual for B6 sense of aggression seeping through parts of the dream. After waking up from the lucid (after 5 hrs of sleep), I decided to take key notes and review as not to wake myself up. I got pretty excited and the internal dialogue turned on full power, resulting in about an hour of insomnia. After that I fell into deeper more unconscious type of sleep with a decreased recall capability. I had another lucid from which I remember only a part, I continued sleeping after it was over and had an non-ld.

Fragment1: Some kind of posts on DV that had to do with PennyRoyal.

Fragment2: At home, my parents have gone somewhere and I am in my room cooking some strange pancake/calzone thing that looks and tastes delicious. I have to leave some for my grandma.

Dream3 DILD TOTY attempt: I am in a room which feels familiar, three women are sitting around the table, and I am cleaning up as if after a meal. One of the women has some tempting white green chocolate cookies, I am secretly planning on having a few after the women are gone. Another female DC comes in and starts behaving really aggressively. She demands all the attention, looks me in the eye with hatred and begins complaining to one of the women in the room. I have the feeling that they will start a fight with each other, so get out of there fast. Her hostility feels kind of fake, and at this point the memory of the B6 effect for me reaches my subcon on a subtle level.

I find myself on the stairs of a building and lots of aggressive gangster type boys are all around me. One of them is particularly evil, feels dangerous. I become lucid on a distracted level, realizing this is a dream, but unable to do anything about the guy. I am trying to move away but it is really crowded on the stairs, I think somebody pushed me, and I end up in a niche on the wall. The wall is not really wall but something liquid that sucks me in. As I move forward in this thing, I achieve a better clarity of mind and am fully lucid and in control. There is a single task that I feel the urge to do now, go to Angel Falls. I remember CL’s advice to try to feel the floor, so I move my fingers, touching the empty space and feeling small grains of sand and pebbles. The dream idea was to be on top of Angel Falls, but in the water, so in addition to my feeling the floor, I begin to make swimming movements with my hands. The wall is already liquid and it is like a white pinkish sinking sand made of rubber-like substance. The whole world has disappeared and it is just me and the wall and I feel a closer to the void, afraid that the dream would destabilize and disconnect. I am swimming forward and nothing happens for a while, but I decide to keep on swimming. At some point the whole environment changes and I find myself looking at a flower, submerged in water.

I look at the dark purple flower and marvel its beauty, noticing every petal in detail. I look around, and see that I am in the middle of a pond/lake that stretches as far as my eyes can see. At the same time, mixed with this image I find myself in my old room, where all this is taking place. I focus on the surface of the pond which looks like a silver mirror reflecting the clouds. I then notice that this pond is covered or rather slowly begins to cover itself with lotus flowers. Bright yellow and magenta lotus flowers are everywhere I move my eyes to look. I feel happiness upon witnessing this beautiful sight. The dream is extremely vivid and stable. Needless to say, I am somewhat distracted by this, but keep gliding on the surface of the pond in the direction of Angel Falls. This doesn’t work too well, I am still within the confines of my room, looking through some glass that distorts the view from outside, which is the view from my room with strange rainbow-like effects. A bit like looking out during a bus ride. It looks like my room wins the battle between the two layers of images, gaining more detail.

Soon the water level in the room goes down and with it my lucidity. I struggle to restore the water level with intent, but non-lucid already. I manage to briefly do so, but then I see the floor and the water is retreating. There is also mud everywhere, the furniture is falling apart. I become concerned about the state of my old room and wonder how to clean everything. [end of memory]

After the dream ended, I had a brief awakening, noting to myself about the lucid, but then fell asleep again. I heard some kind of bell-like sound, I guess a type of HI, that actually woke me up. After reviewing the dream I had 1 hour of insomnia. Then - deeper sleep and less memorable sleep.

Fragment4: Having to share the bed with relatives, I preferred sleeping on the ground.

Fragment5: Some more beds, family friends.

Dream6 DILD: I am in my hometown, in a familiar park and am lucid. I see a few dogs around, mostly small ones and larger one (no idea what breed) captures my attention. I keep looking at it and feel my emotions reflected in the dog. I observe it a for a while, the dream is stable, I am happy. By simply looking around, I unconsciously summon more dogs of different smaller breeds. I find this cool. [end of memory]

Fragment7: I see and talk to a politician I don’t like.

Music…. A lullaby...a steel guitar

the feeling is of mourning. An overwhelming feeling of loss and sadness.

I hum the tune I hear in the distance, walking down a dark hallway.

The hallway drops off into a dimly lit sound studio… typical with the gizmos and gadgets all lit up, hiding behind a glass wall.

The other side there’s a man, someone I recognize as very dear to me. He's sitting on a stool in the center of the room, holding a guitar, strumming away. He asks "Are you going to come in?"

I hold myself together, and walk to him, I'm magically sitting across on another stool.

I don't say anything, just take in his image. I remember all his features, down to each wrinkle on his face. It's nice to see family again, after losing them.

He begins to tell me how everything turned out okay for him, he's happy and gets to hang out with Bob Dylan..He tells me some other information but it quickly leaves my mind as a lost memory.

He then tells me that Kyle is with him and misses me.

I start to cry.

I wake up, with the smell of camping filling my senses...
that was the last time I saw him.

Flying Over a Mountain Range [DILD]

The setting in this dream was odd, I was at home but I was also in some kind of school class working on a project. There was a decent chunk of this dream that was non-lucid, but I can't really remember much of it now. Basically where my recall comes in is when I became lucid and decided to go for a change of scenery.

I had decided to try walking through some doors instead of phasing for once, but then I remembered a thing I read where it said that walking through a door is enough to disrupt short-term memory and decided against it. I phased out through the backyard door of my house and flew over the fence and across other peoples' yards. The main thing I remember is that in this yard immediately behind mine, which looked nothing like it does in real life, there was a naked woman sunbathing that just caught me by surprise so I thought it was funny.

Next thing I knew the area around my house had completely changed, and I was flying high over a bunch of fields and a mountain range. It was extremely vivid and lifelike, I think it may have been the most realistic flying scene I've ever had in a lucid. I was just in awe of all of it, especially the trees, some of which were hanging in the air. They actually had very similar designs to these plants we have hanging from our living room ceiling, so I'm betting that that's what inspired them, but they were much larger, more complex, and very beautiful and natural-looking. The whole view was just incredible.

Anyway... I started thinking the name S, which I've known lots of people named, and landed somewhere in a field by this compact trailer home. I looked around and saw this girl who was one of the people with that name, this girl SS I knew from acting classes in middle school, and ran up to her and said hi. She pointed out this tornado to me that was in the distance, and either she told me or I just suddenly knew that she was training to be a wind witch and I told her to try to change its path. She wasn't really able to though, but it did pass right by us in a very unrealistic fashion without even creating any feeling of gust, it's more like it just phased out of existence by getting closer to me in my vision.

After that SS and I just sat down and I wrapped my legs around her, but then I woke up.