memorable

Tryglycerides

I was at a restaurant at the bar or at a high table. I saw a guy with a book about 8" thick, maybe more. It was ridiculous. The spine of the book said, "Triglycerides." There were other words, but I couldn't make them out. That really didn't matter.

I study diet IWL. I'm no more interested in triglycerides than anything else, but I figured in my dream that this guy obviously is studying them in depth, and it is something I'm interested in, so this was a great opportunity.

I asked him to tell me about triglycerides. He said, "OK..." It was as though he was going to say something, but he wrote it on a napkin instead. When I read it, it was in cursive and said, "I" "I have" "I have" and kept going with similar stuff. It looked much the same from one pair of words to the next. I Mentioned how odd it seemed.

The guy said, "Well, there are thousands of definitions for 'trigycerides." I thought to myself, "Well! I'm not about to work out thousands of definitions." I turned and looked at a lady beside me who was possible a friend of the guy I was talking to. I turned to her and her bare breast was right there. Her nipple was shiny with some kind of grease or water or something. It was pink and lovely.

I don't attribute this to precognition by any means, but it is very interesting that today IWL, I was reading a new book I got on synergies and came across triglycerides and why they are bad. They come from animal fat and they reduce the effectiveness of leprin, a hormone that tells you when you are getting full.

11.07.2012

Knives on my Deltoids (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I have a false awakening, and I noticed that on my left deltoids, I have some kind of knife object on my arm. It's not causing any pain for me, and I slowly take it out, no kind of pain at all.

I even take it near my mouth to see if I can taste something out of it. It's really dark in this area, I can barely see anything except for what's contained on my bedroom, which makes sense for the dream to have the same dark environment at night in waking life.

I look at my left Deltoids once more, and there's another oddly shaped black knife object. I do a reality check, realized that I'm dreaming. I feel like I can't move the lower regions of my body, or maybe I was just too sleepy to care.

I take the knife out again, and decided to not lick it this time, I took out several knives that appeared out of nowhere back to my left deltoids again.

It got annoying, so I decided to go back to sleep.

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11.07.2012

Akashic Records Attempt (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I noticed I felt intense vibrations all over my body, I don't know how, but I guess that 5 hour sleep that I didn't want helped at some point. I guess I got around 10 hours of sleep last night, excluding the 1 hour unintentional WBTB I did.

Now, if I wasn't so bothered on how lonely I felt in this dream, I could've found my Akashic Records, or the location of it, or at least, a guide that can help me access it.

What a waste of potential, but I guess I have to take baby steps, considering how I was able to change my dream scene pretty well. Didn't really have to worry about stabilization, I just engaged into passive thinking while having some kind of focus of movement, since I could walk and run just fine.

It's hard to recall how I was able to become lucid from this, probably from a micro-awakening that I just was fortunate to be cognizant of, or maybe through those same vibrations, but I have full control of my body throughout the course of this dream.

The same kind of emptiness I experience when I pull off a WILD. No one is there, it's all me, this definitely doesn't feel like a lucid dream. It feels so different, no signs of danger, no signs of people, nothing, just me, and the environment.

It's so quiet, that I found it a bit scary. It was a bit dark, but there was adequate lighting here and there. I'm inside of a fancy house, I'd go as far to presume that this was a mansion that had several empty houses next to it. I walked slowly, not at a reasonable pace throughout the dream.

I ask in a moderately loud voice,

"Is anyone there? Anyone?!?!?"

No response at all, not even a cricket sound from outside, not even a simulated buzzing of the A/C in the house either. Complete solitude.

I decided to go to a random exit from the house, and headed outside. It's still dark outside, and I noticed the surface is covered with autumn leaves all over. There's random slopes around the area, and I'm currently going down a slope of autumn leaves, and find that there's another house within my linear path. I can hear slight sounds of my feet crushing on the dry autumn leaves as well, and even a little friction between each one I step on

The door is opened already, and there's even more lighting inside. There's all sorts of accessories and furniture here. To name a few:

-Grandfather clock
-China set within a Cabinet (or at least the cabinet to contain them)
-White cloth over a fairly long dining table.

It's like I'm at an environment with more than enough houses and a mansion, except there's no one to share it with. I start contemplating more on the deep solitude I'm in, and finally, took the initiative to try and change things.

The thought of the Akashic Records came into my mind. Thank goodness I remember that. However, at the same time, I started to have other thoughts competing for my acknowledgment, maybe 3-4 thoughts in total. I decided to start things off by doing a lucid dream scene technique for once.

I take my right foot out, then I put my left foot on top of it, and started to do a dream spin rapidly with my arms spread out. I can hear the SWOOSHING sounds and rapid lines forming around me that represent strong winds circulating around my field of vision. There's an orange background surrounding me while I'm seeing my arms go around with my body in first person view.

For once, I do a dream spin for the first time that ends up in a successful dream change. The environment feels familiar, but it's definitely different than before. I'm on a set of stairs, half-way from getting to the floor of this big house full of items and furniture, but no people.

That's what I thought for a few more seconds, until I looked down, and saw someone below me on my right next to the wooden bars supporting the wooden railing on the stairs. The man is wearing a black shirt, and in the middle of his chest, there's a red font bordered with a contrasting color from the black shirt with the letters "OT" on it.

He looks up at me, and I realized he looks a lot like my previous Pre-Calculus teacher before I moved to my last High School before graduating. The visage looks similar, except he had a darker tone than Mr. S.

He tells me to follow him, and I slowly go down the stairs, having growing suspicions on his slightly authoritative declaration.

But since this is a dream, I just went with the flow, and from there, I forget what happens next. All I remember from this point is that I'm right behind him, and we're headed towards a beam of light within a room. Possibly somewhere that can help me find my Akashic Records....but I don't know...

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11.07.2012

Clapping and Belly slapping (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I know this isn't the initial point of the dream, but I'm following a female, and we're both headed for some kind of Science Lab for class. We reach the building, and we presumed that there's no lab today, but then someone informs us that we should check the upper floors. So we go to an elevator together, and found there's people going inside a fairly large lecture room.

Inside the same room, it's saturated with orange-yellow lighting, and all of the seats are dark green with a plumped cushion type of material. I go inside, and sat next at a random area out in the front. There's so much shit going on in this dream, I don't even know where to start.

Okay, we're required to do some kind of simulation where we have to beat these girls in pink who are cheerleaders of the University/school/college/whatever. We have to slap our bellies and then clap after that, and we have to chain this for as long as we can.

I end up doing pretty good, but the moment I screw up and have to pause, the points on the screen in front of me that's set up like an electronic voting booth goes down dramatically. I have to keep up the pace, and I know that somewhere, the cheerleaders are doing their part of the simulation just fine.

Everything ends, class is over, and I'm the last student in there. My professor is an Asian man who looks like that guy from the new Hawaii 5-0 show. He took out a sheet of paper with my results, and I think it was a 314 or something like that. It was a fairly low score, at least to me, and I started to comment on how much of a failure I am.

He begs me a pardon, and I said, "Oh nothing!"

Then he starts talking about random things that I can't recall.

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11.07.2012

Dioscar steals my Runescape money and items (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In short, Dioscar, a friend I had in middle school, decides to hack into my Runescape account. I don't know how he does it, but he tells me he does, and he starts running off like crazy.

I started to have a memory that I had 30 million gp in my bank before, and probably a few other valuable items. I get pissed, but I can't get to him. I open the door to get into my room, and I see a Yu-Gi-Oh! character that looks like the bald dude with the black marking on his face who was probably a relative or servant of Marik.

With the help of a good person in waking life, it's Odion. Odion has the purple robes, and has the hood over his head. He seems to be bending down near the bed, and turns around and looks at me. I look at him for a while to see who he really is. He doesn't seem to want to attack me or anything, so I close the door quickly and got out.

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11.07.2012

My Pants are Loose (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is that I'm shaking hands with someone that looks like Jerry in waking life, and as I'm doing that, I feel like my ass is exposed for another guy to see.

I can just feel it, and I noticed he was looking at my exposed ass, so I quickly pulled up my pants, which were black shorts by the way. I also was wearing a black shirt with a gray vertical line on the left and right side of the shirt starting from the collar until the bottom of the shirt.

I tried to play this off like nothing happened, but the moment was awkward either way.

11.07.2012

Three Types of Woman (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I can't remember much, other than I have to meet three types of woman.

There's two women, that I can't really describe, and the last one is a pre-op transwoman. For some reason, the moment I hear that, I had a mental image that she would be anally raped by men.

Ugh.....

This is a combination of several dreams I had over a period of about 12/14 hours starting with a nap I had last night from about half 5 until 7pm. I dreamt I was Robocop fighting the ED209 robot from the first film. I was running from it while it was firing explosive rounds at me and I ran past an Irish bar as some of the rounds were fired into it & it exploded. I realised I was dreaming and remembered the film and how to defeat the robot by leading it to some stairs where it would get stuck!
I then dreamt I was on Skype chatting to someone & they were saying that they had been smoking weed and kept spamming a weed emoticon, I remember feeling disappointed at them for this.
Later that night I went to sleep at about half 12am and dreamt a very erotic dream in which I was some sort of male porn star/prostitute in a small room where female clients (also porn stars) visited me for sex. I had sex with about 3 different girls all different races (Latin, Chinese & black I do believe). It was quite vivid and realistic feeling. At the end I was sitting in the reception of this dream brothel I was working in waiting to get payed!
The dream then took a darker turn and became a nightmare, I was in my old middle school shouting at an old friend trying to get him to apologise to me for something he'd been saying (I have no idea why because we were always good mates who never fought). My sister was there as she worked at the school, she does actually work in secondary school in real life too. Anyway I begin fighting with this guy who's been saying things about me when this black girl throws him a box cutter knife! I say to her she's only helping him because he's black & they stick together (even though the guy wasn't really black in real life but mixed asian!). So I block him trying to attack me with the knife and twist his arm then apologise just before I break it to get the knife off him. Now I have the knife and I wake myself up shouting 'fuck you, you fucking coon' as I'm about to slash the back of his head. I did actually wake myself up at shouting this too at about half 6am, I think even my parents must have heard me!
I went & got a drink then came back to bed and fell back asleep again and dreamt I was in like a corridor that was closed off on each side, one of the doors was similar to a safe door and there was combination to open it but there was a 'borg (from Star Trek) like creature outside waiting to get in and shoot me! I remember realising I'd had a similar dream before in which the borg had got in & shot me so this time I entered the code and the door unlocked and I pushed against it so it wouldn't open then escaped through a side door and ran away through some other halls into an office where I hid.
The dream then changed and I was on a caravan site with my sister & brother in law. I was fetching some water and there were lots of other holiday makers around. My brother in law was underneath the caravan fixing something and this kid kept going under there I was telling him to get out as it was dangerous. That's all I can remember really but the fight part felt like a nightmare & was quite disturbing, I didn't feel great this morning & didn't feel like getting up after that

07.11.2012

Eighteen Wheeler Party (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being at my mother's house. For some reason, I was wearing one of my dad's huge T-shirts and pajama pants. I walked into the living room and heard a loud noise outside, it kind of sounded like a car. I opened the curtain and peeked outside the back porch window. I saw what looked like a huge eighteen wheeler (in the dream I thought it was a golf cart) driving around the back of my house. Instead of storage on the back of it, there was just a long plank. And on the plank there were sitting about 20 people, just chilling. I thought that was so cool. It eventually drove around the front of my house and got onto the road. I looked out again and the people waved at me as it drove away.

The dream sped forward and I was with a group of people who wanted to build some sort of fun attraction. I just remember being with a group of people, and we found a large house with some little houses around it that needed fixing up. So we bought the plot of land. One of my friend's was with us. She told me that she was on that eighteen wheeler that drove around my house. She said she was having a birthday party on it. "Really?" I said. "I thought it was a golf cart.."

Now it was daytime and very much like fall. It seemed that all of the trees were maple, so I saw a ton of red and orange maple leaves on the ground. And they were still falling all about us, so it was very pretty. I remember our "leader" (for some reason he reminded me of the lead singer in the band Skillet) told us we had to be in a specific formation when he talked to us. Don't ask me why.
Then the dream ended sometime later.

I never thought my dream recall would be THIS good! I think i'm going into an improvement hump of some sort.

Thunderstorm

I was dreaming about being at my house. I think that my cousins were there. And there was a really big storm coming. I can remember rain falling diagonally and strong winds buckling my home's foundation.
I looked out on the deck behind our house, and to the northwest there was a huge vortex. Not a tornado, but a large swirl of clouds in the sky. The clouds were so dense from the storm that it was nearly black. The sky was a dark blue-grey. Lightning strikes were so frequent it sounded like machinegun fire.
I wanted to photograph the large swirling thunderstorm. I ran to get my digital camera. By the time that I got it, my cousin told me to go outside on the front porch. The swirling storm had moved to the northeast. I tried to photograph it but I think that my camera was out of battery or something.
(Do note that It only took me about 30 seconds to get my camera ready, and the storm had moved across the sky in that time frame.)

Zombie Apocalypse

This dream was excruciatingly long. I can only remember certain fragments of it. It is an unrealistic war scenario, I know.

I was watching a news broadcast. It was coverage of a team of united states navy seals. (The news broadcast said so.) They were on some sort of mission in this cave. The walls of the cave were a bright orange sandstone.
This woman ran out into the middle of the cavern, and got shot in the head. Somehow despite that, she ran to the other side.
When the woman reached the other side, she fell over. A medic said that they needed to get the bullet out of her brain, and had to conduct surgery during the battle. He took off her helmet, then began opening her head with a crowbar. (Ill leave you to imagine all of the gruesome details of this.) Obviously, this killed her.

My mother told me that the united states had accidentally declared war with a powerful middle-eastern country. She said that we had to run several miles through war-torn America to reach the nearest airport, where we would be flown to safety.
I looked out the window of my room and could hear and see a battle taking place in the distance.

I had been ordered to help with the evacuations. Someone wanted me to evacuate some kind of old folks home or mental institution. I can't remember what one it actually was, but it sort of had a "hospital" feel too it. It was a large, concrete building.
Despite the hospital feeling, the atmosphere in the building was very dark. Most of the lights were burned out. The walls were raw concrete and the floors were worn wood.
When I got inside, I was told that the patients were organized by floor. The patients with more severe illness were higher up, and those who were less ill were kept lower to the ground floor.
I made my way up a staircase to the upper floors. The upper floors were dark and frightening. I returned to the downstairs.

I was making my way through the city, trying to get to the airport. The city consisted of only one and two story buildings. There were silhouettes of mountains all around us. It was nighttime, but there were plenty of streetlights keeping the area bright.
The entire scene was in chaos. Rockets, gunfire, grenades, people running and screaming. Despite all of this, I was pretty calm. I can remember someone saying something about zombies.
I remember passing by a man in a military uniform. When I looked closely at his face, he had yellow eyes and white skin. He was a zombie, but was acting normal; directing people and trying to control the chaos. He told me to keep heading towards the airport.
I got impatient at this point and saw a family driving a black pickup truck though the city. I knew they wouldn't let me get in the cab, so I hopped into the back. They didn't even yell at me, and seemed to be heading towards the airport.
More people followed me, and soon we had three or four people riding in the back of the pickup.

I was almost to the airport. I saw a huge jumbo jet take off and fly right over me. I could see the landing strip in the distance. The first rays of sunshine were peeking over the mountains. I had a feeling of hope. I was going to survive the war.

AI Theft

I always save the most interesting dreams for my last post. This dream just about had it all. Good clarity, interesting, congruent plotline, and I got lucid. Bonus!
The dream started out with me being introduced to this dream character. He was a meek, thin man. He was mostly bald with thick, square glasses, and pale skin. It would be hard to nail his age.
He told me a long story about he had invented a new type of chip that could be used in robots to make them artificially intelligent. But a large corporation stole his idea and was about to present it. He told me to run out onto the stage and grab the robot's head and return it to him.
I was on the right hand side of the stage, out of sight of everyone. The stage very shiny and made of chrome. There was a small raised platform in the center of the stage, where the robot stood.
The robot had been given the body of a woman, including what I assumed was some sort of synthetic skin that allowed it to look like a real woman. But I knew that was not important. All that I really needed was the computer brain.
There was a man on the stage. He was short, fat and well dressed. He was giving a speech about the new robot that he had "invented". I can also remember seeing some flashes from the audience, pictures being taken.
I took about the most low-tech approach to retrieving the man's robot. Went onto the stage, grabbed the robot, and dragged it off. The man giving the speech remained oblivious, as did the audience. I thought that I was in the clear. But I noticed two of these security guards approaching. They had nightsticks and riot shields. I opened the robot's head on the back, and removed the brain. The chip glowed with a harsh blue-green light. The man who had assigned the task threw down a small device that created a portal. He walked thought it. I jumped through it just before the guards could grab me.
We exited the portal in the man's house. For some reason, I had gotten the feeling that alot of time had passed since we had been on the stage. As though we had been on the run for awhile with the "stolen" chip. His home had somehow become our last stand before we were captured.
His house seemed pretty nice. He had this huge open living room with this warmly colored wooden floor area with bamboo growing and a modern water feature, essentially, a modern indoor zen garden.
He said that he wanted to hide the robot chip. I told him we should hide it upstairs, under the bed. He agreed with my idea, and put the microchip under the bed and sat on the bed.
I heard the policemen smash down the door. They came straight upstairs into the bedroom, handcuffed both of us and confiscated the microchip. As we were being walked out of the house, the chip started screaming.
"No! NO! NOOO!"
One of the policemen was carrying a tablet, something like an Ipad. The chip shot a beam at the tablet, and the beam was surrounded with holographic letters and numbers. I saw a face appear on the screen of the tablet. The AI on the microchip had actually transferred itself into the policeman's tablet.
At this point, all of the policemen left, and they left the tablet behind for me and the bald man were left. We walked downstairs and sat down in his wonderful indoor zen-garden area. He went and got us drinks, I think he got me a 7-up or mountain dew.
A message appeared on the tablet's screen. The bald man told me that I had to bypass the tablet's internal security systems so that the AI that the man had created would be able to permanently implant itself in the computer system.
The "bypass" seemed something like a game. I can remember these red shapes, that looked like tetris pieces would form barriers and try to attack the small cyan oracle in the center of the screen. At first the "game" was easy, but eventually it got far more difficult. Although I think I won.
After that, the man thanked me for all of the help in returning his AI robot to safety. After that, we talked for several minutes. It was a very profound conversation, and we hit on alot of important topics in life. (Love,money,death) I can remember we really bonded and the man had many interesting stories to tell.
We began to touch upon the topic of lucid dreaming. I started to think about the entire situation.
"Do you ever think that you've lived your whole life in someone else's dream."
"No!"
"You know what, I think this is a dream. Look"
I held out my hand and tried to create a flame or some kind of energy ora to convince this man. It didn't work.
The dream started to get darker. And even though I was lucid, I WANTED to wake up. The dream had dragged on for so long that I was worried that I wouldn't be able to remember the entire thing. I tried to think about myself laying in bed, knowing that that is a way to wake yourself up.
I could somehow sense that the man that I had been allied with throughout the dream was the one keeping me from waking up. It took about thirty seconds, the dream getting darker and darker until, finally I woke up.

Toboggan

I was watching 5 or 6 people go down a snowy or icy hill. I was viewing it as though I were going backwards, but it was more like a movie. I or a DC commented that two of the people on one toboggan were very small people.

Then I was going down the hill with them. I was listening to a song that I've only heard one or two times IWL. I would call it speed metal. I think it's funny that my mind recalled a song that I can't remember now that I'm awake.

Anyway, I was going about 50 miles per hour. It was very fast, and there were cars around. I started getting scared, but the music was awesome and I tried to feel like I would have when I was younger and more likely to get into such a position anyway--brave!

I relaxed a little, but I was going to hit a car. Then I found that there was someone who would wait until the last second and then hit any car that someone was going to hit. This person who hit them on purpose would knock them clean out of our way like on Sonic the Hedge Hog. It would be physically impossible in waking life, but it would clear the street for the tobogganers.

Now that I log this dream, this may have been induced by an accident that I saw yesterday. I heard a loud crash and then a red car spinning out of control. It got slammed!

In my dream, the guy cleared the way for me two times. I watched the cars clear my view in two frames. The car would be turned in another position instantly, then it was gone.

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Almost with J-Lo

I was ready to do her. I asked if I could do her or something and she said "It's your penis, not mine."

I stroked it a couple times and as I was ready, the dream ended. Yes, disappointing.

False Arrest

I was in a room. Someone from AstralSoft I think, was in another room. We were being held against our will. My brother was one of the people keeping me in the room I think.

The floor had an inch of water, and there were snakes on the ground and on the walls. That didn't really bother me because I like snakes, but the entire scene was discomforting.

Snakes would fall from the wall from time to time and pop on the ground and die. Then there was a snake with different segments. I had a false memory of this snake as also being harmless. I started to pet it and maybe pop it by section.

Someone asked what I thought. I said, "False arrest is what I call it!" From there, I started getting more freedom. I was talking to someone explaining the situation. The floor became dry, and eventually I was out of the room.

The other guy was going to start getting more freedom.

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I'm not Pretty

A girl was telling me she wasn't pretty. She had leaves in her hair as part of her attire. I told her to look at a Pin Oak leaf in her hair. I pulled it out and showed it to her. It was a dead leaf. I told her it was because the leaf was dead, not because she wasn't pretty.

[Monday, November 5th, 2012]
<My dream recall fades into...>
At a theme park.

In a child's playground, I crawl inside a plastic tube and meet a few people I know.
Cassidy is one of them, an old pre-school through high-school friend of mine.
We get into an arguement and I decide to just walk away.

I walk up to someone in an outside office chair.
I ask him how he's doing running and designing the park.
He isn't. He looks very relaxed and layed-back in his chair.
He says he was layed-off. The park management hired someone else.
Everyone here has been replaced it seems- by more efficient and cheaper workers.
I give him my condolances and then it seems everyone is leaving the park now.

I follow suit.
Right outside the park is a giant rounded pool; 30-foot deep with a 30 foot diameter.
Suddenly, me and everyone in the park is filled with joy and bliss and we all jump in the pool.
I feel amazing and refreshed as the cool water surrounds me.
I was the first to jump in with my clothes on, and I watched as everyone else jumped in after me.
It was amazing watching as everyone floated together in a neon-blue lit pool.
I start to run out of breath and take air in, despite being underwater.

<I wake up.>

[FONT="Comic Sans MS"][SIZE="5"][SIZE="4"]I'm standing in a hallway. I'm wearing a black skirt with a red top. My face is pale and my makeup is running down my cheeks. My hair is messy with debris in it. I start walking down the hallway. Every step I take gets louder as I continue. My heart starts pounding, my mind is racing. .I'm about two feet away from the window and I stop. Looking out the window I see people laying down in rows. The sky is green. There is thunder and lightning. The wind is blowing, the trees are shaking violently. Then i see a truck starting to run over the people and no one seems to notice. They all just continue to lay down. I turn around and the hallway is gone. In its place is a door. A blue door with green trim. There are daisies painted on the bottom. I grab the door knob and my hand starts melting. I proceed to kick the door open and see my two sisters, my boyfriend, and his kids all face down on the floor. I run in and try to flip them over but the moor i touch them, the more my arms start to melt. .Then my legs melt. I pass out and wake up sometime later. I have my arms and legs back. I look at them and their backs are rotted. There are maggots and rats feasting on their flesh. I quickly flip all of them over to see if they are somehow alive. All of them are dead except for Ben. (boyfriend) He coughs up blood and looks at me. Just staring.. I touch his face and suddenly he tries to back away from me. He looks terrified and then he starts screaming at me. Screaming, "Look at what you did! You better run. They're here." Screaming it over and over again. I turn to run out of the door and it's no longer there. The hallway is back and it's filled with snakes and bugs. I try to walk through it, but halfway through it, I get bitten by a big, black snake with red eyes. He slithers up to me and says, "This is the price you shall pay!" I start floating away, looking down on my body. Watching Ben and the snake eating me. Then I wake up. I have had this dream 7 times in the past year. . I just don't know what to make of it.

Dreamt I was working at Dominos pizza (which I used to) except it was a huge mall like equivalent with separate stores for different things on the menu.
I was on my lunch break trying to find somewhere but I got lost and couldn't remember where in the mall it was so I was racing against time to find it before my lunch break ended.
I ended up leaving the store and scrambling around outside to get back before the end of lunch break, I seem to remember feeling like I was running but my legs were really heavy. At one point I was trying to run up a grass hill but was struggling and grabbing bits of grass so I wouldn't slip until I realised there were some wooden rungs nailed into the ground to help my grip.
I remember being back in the store with some co-workers, we'd sneaked off to steal some food from any left overs. I saw giant bacon burgers and pizza crusts and we were eating our fill when a manager came along and nearly caught us but we made it look like we were just preparing the food for customers!
The dream seemed to change after that and I was in a room with some people learning how to assemble the parts together for an Xbox 360. I also remember we seemed to be inventing something else important..The rest of the dream is very hazy and fragmented I can't fully recall or explain some of the details.

11.04.2012

Finding Food for Erii (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I would've recalled a lot more if I decided to stay up a bit.

I think I'm wearing a white suit, similar to what Wu Jing wore in "Sha Po Lang" when he played as Jack.

I meet Erii, at least the previous avatar of the blue colored striped Umbreon she had.

I think Erii showed her human form as well, but she was wearing a black hoodie jacket with the hood over her face. I think she asked me to find some food for her. We were near at the front of a house near a cul-de-sac neighborhood, and it seemed to be either night time, or early morning.

I forget my response to her, but based on the series of events coming later on in the dream, I most likely replied to her that I'll help her out. I started to dash quickly, though I'm not sure of where I'm going. I pick up the pace, and realized I'm in a random city at night.

There's just blurred city lights everywhere, and for some reason, I feel like I don't belong here at all. In fact, I even feel like I'm supposed to be hiding from someone. I hear motorcycle sounds getting louder and louder, and out of reflex, I decided to just fall down on my stomach to avoid whatever it is that's coming to me.

Nothing bad happened, it's just a line of people riding motorcycles at 15-25 miles per hour, and they were fairly close to the sidewalk edge I had my body on top of. After that, the dream shifts, to where I think I probably went through a portal of some kind.

This same portal that's showing what's on the other side, there's a cafeteria.

Then I most likely thought, "Oh, this means I can find something for Erii to eat" (not really thinking it, just having the reflex to help her out coming back to my awareness, if that makes any sense?)

After I go through this portal, there's people circling around me, people that I knew during second to last High School I moved to during my whole high school years. Their faces are all too familiar, the same people I hanged around in the round table during high school are not making a circle around me.

It's too overwhelming, these were people I didn't know that much because I moved to different High Schools to since we needed to find better housings. They look at me, they have neutral expressions plastered on their visages.

This pisses me off for some odd reason, I look at one guy who looked like Shawn, if that's even his name. He looks just like him, the black hair with spiky ends in the front, wearing a white shirt, and regular black shorts. He just looks down on me while I'm sitting on the table.

I have to get out of here, these people who clearly knew I wouldn't talk to them in waking life (except for the females I hanged around with), and probably had mixed feelings of hanging out with them in lunch....I had to get out of here...quickly.

I launch myself off the table, and just ignored my peripheral vision, and continued moving forward, ignoring all those random people in my life that I never gave any concern over, realizing that I only was around them because I was insecure with sitting along in High School, especially with 100s of people my age who have the habit to glance over at anyone that would sit by myself.

Those feelings, those petty insecurities kept augmenting, I wanted to get out, I just wanted to get the hell out of there....I kept running...after that....I can't remember anything else. Those feelings made me forget why I came to that area in the first place, to get Erii some food.

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11.04.2012

Crab Rangoon and Random Commercials (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I take out a To-Go Box that looks like it was from an Asian Restaurant out from the fridge. I open it, and find all sorts of delicacies here.

There's a lot of Crab Rangoon, in huge sizes, at least compared to the waking life versions I get occasionally nowadays. There's Chicken and Fried Rice, but I pay most of my attention on the Crab Rangoon.

I plan to take all but two left inside the box, and apparently my mother is sitting on the round table I have in my apartment in waking life to the right. I'm ignoring her at the moment, or at least passively accepting her existence. I take a bite out of one Crab Rangoon, feeling the chewy texture of the cream and other contents.

I can't recall if I tasted anything, but whatever the outcome, I do know that I enjoyed eating it. I was planning to heat them up, but I literally ate them in a few bites each, they were that good I'm guessing. I asked my mother if she wanted the last two, and I believed she said I can have them.

I take the last two, eat them out, and now the dream shifts where I'm watching something on the T.V. I'm not even sure if this was a T.V., my laptop, or some kind of electronic device that acts like both.

I realized I'm sitting at the living room, and the light for it is turned off while the laptop/whatever it is gives off most of the light in that area. The kitchen to my right has the lights on, and my bicycle in waking life is practically gone in this dream.

The carpet is still the same, a really light brown color, and the walls have or are close to the color of the vanilla-covered walls in waking life.

The first commercial portrays Bill Maher, and he's wearing a Camelot type of knight outfit. Shiny Gray metal arm pods with a metal chain vest. He also wears a red cape, and he's holding a baby with both of his hands.

The baby is making a lot of farting sounds, and it starts to get annoying, and I was wondering if someone was making fake farting noises or something. A baby cannot shit or fart that much.....EWWWWWWWWWWWW.

Then there's another commercial with Bill Maher in a different situation, then another, and one more. A total of 4 commercials together that seemed to be different trailers for the same movie with him in it, though I can't recall the name of the movie that was going to show up at the end of each of them.

I can't recall much after that.

David, Samantha, Jasper, and I were having a picnic at night, near the bridge around their place. It was very near the road, where we were at, which in real life would have made me uncomfortable. The stars were fairly bright, and there was a bridge that almost looked as though it was made of paper (though the bridge itself was sturdy) under the bridge that exists in real life.

Some of David's friends rode up to us in a vehicle akin to a truck. There were a few people in the trailer, and a man in front. He looked oddly like David. . . .

As the vehicle made its way down the "paper" bridge, my friends and I watched, in slow motion, the trailer start to veer off of it, down into the unknown. It occurred to us that they mustn't know that they were fixing to have an accident, so David and Samantha started yelling at them to stop. I could not hear their warnings, but I knew that they were behind me, doing just that. We first watched the trailer fall off the bridge and then, shortly after, the man had a wreck, which was also in slow motion. He fell off of his seat--I seen his cartoon-like glasses go flying. I was aware that all of them could have been hurt.

I was the only one who found the entire situation mostly comical.

Worried for his friends, David was going to run after them. As his wife, Samantha was going to go, too, and Jasper (his little brother) was going to join in. All three of them told me to wait there for my own safety. I obliged for a short time, but eventually became impatient. "I'm a Gryffindor," I said aloud to myself. "Do they expect me to sit here?"

So I followed.

I ended up at a restaurant--or outside of one. I was peering through the window, looking for Jasper, his family, and David's friends. All of them were a few tables behind some other people. I was slightly annoyed that they hadn't come and got me, but not overly so. Instead of going in and joining them, I looked at the other people. I payed no special attention to anyone, until my eyes hit a girl in her teens, who was blonde and blue-eyed. She had a semi-snobbish air about her. Her eyes met mine for a second, and she looked back down. I did not look away. I'm dreaming, I realized. I'm dreaming!

Thoughts of carrying out my first lucid dream intention flashed through my mind, but I pushed them away: I had to take care of business, first.

"WHO ARE YOU?" I screamed. Distantly, I realized that had hurt my throat, but I didn't pay my temporary pain very much thought. I had to know who this bitch was.

Instead of answering me, the girl got up with her friends to take her tray to the counter.

The logical side of me informed the impulsive, irrational side that of course she wasn't going to just obey like that--she was a dream character, after all, and was going to be stubborn. Attempting to suck up most of my anger, I flew over one of the tables to reach her and her friends more easily. "Who are you?"

The girl still refused to answer, so I summoned her tray to me and flung it to the other side of the room.

Getting even closer, I asked, "What is your name?"

She looked different, now, though in my mind she was who she was just a few seconds ago. Her hair was longer, curlier, and darker. Her skin was paler. She answered some name, but I don't remember what it was; it may have started with a "M."

There were subtitles at the bottom of my vision, as if I was playing a first POV video game. "Then why does that say different?"

I may have punched her, but I am not sure.

Looking outside to where I just was--behind the window--I seen Jarvis (a friend from school) slinking towards the door. For whatever reason, I did not want to speak to him, so I hurried out one of the exits. It could be a figment of my imagination, but I may have seen one of the Mario pipes--you know, the big green ones that were always sticking up from somewhere that would transport you to another place. This was a part of my first lucid dream intention, so it is not surprising that I may have seen this.

I get up
Groggily feel my way to the bathroom,
wading through piles of clothes and whatnot.

I sit down to pee.
And I'm peeing,
and peeing,
and peeing,
and peeing.
Forever I am peeing!

I say to myself.
"This is definitely a dream. No reality check needed."

I get excited and
*like someone turned on a large vacuum and aimed it at my body.
I was back in bed.
Wide awake.
And I still had to pee badly.

The Night of November 2nd / The Morning of November 3rd

It's been awhile since my last entry, but here we go!

Pre-knowledge:

I was originally going to wake up at 9:30am this morning because I wanted to workout. But when my alarm went off, I just went back to bed. I'm going to label any violent parts with RED.

The Dream:
I was driving a huge ship in a very tropical-like scene. The ship was made of wood, and was gigantic. It didn't have sails. It was powered by motor. There were a couple people on the ship with me, wanting to anchor at a beach to relax. I was driving the ship, where normally, a ship as big as that couldn't go, because of the depth, but I didn't really pay attention to that.

We found a small mangrove beach, and I parked the boat parallel to shore. I anchored the back end of the boat, then got out to anchor the front. It turned out to be a major pain to anchor it. I anchored it really tightly, because nothing else worked. A few seconds later, the back end of the boat swung out into the channel, because the anchor came undone. The boat started drifting away.

Luckily, one of the people was still on it, and I told her to drive. I sprinted along the beach, then dove into the water to catch up to the boat. I got on the back, but the girl was not good at driving. I was hanging onto the back end of the boat, as the girl was speeding around turns and rivers. I moved to the side of the boat, which was worse, because I kept getting thrown around. We eventually stopped.

It was just me and the girl. I seemed to be a much older, more powerful figure. I'm 18, I seemed to be in my late 20s/early 30s. The girl looked to be around 20ish. We were in a town. It was late afternoon, so the sun was setting, and it lit the town up with an orange tint. We were walking along an alley, which was actually kind of like a lowered sidewalk. Our shoulders were level with the road. There was also a triangular roof above us.

The girl was talking to someone on level with the road. She was questioning him about a man. I don't really remember who. Things were getting sketchier the longer we walked in this alley. People were open wielding guns, pressuring us to buy things, etc. One guy, who seemed really small (like midget size) bumped into me. He was carrying a brown paper bag. I saw a gun in the bag and I assumed he was part of a pickpocket group.

I grabbed his head, and thrust it into the wall. His head exploded everywhere. Someone on street level, outside the alleyway, started yelling something at us. The girl seemed to be disappointed that I did that. I don't remember why, but we started running. The lowered sidewalk turned into an actual alleyway. We couldn't see the street anymore and the roof was still above us. The buildings got smaller, and seemed to be made of clay.

It was sunset, and we ran to the end of the alley. The darkness parted, and I was kind of blinded by the sunlight. We were standing in an old playground I think. There was a broken, rusty swing set, and we were standing on mulch. There were black plastic barriers surrounding the area that were about waist high. It was completely silent. The swing set consisted of two swings. One of them was missing. The other, creaking gently as the wind played with it.

I looked to the left, and there was a man standing there. He had a large staff, which was made of metal, was probably taller than he was, and had some kind of pressure systems on the ends. The girl and the man exchanged dialogue, of which I don't remember. Then the man took a fighting stance, and so did the girl. I figured now was the time to beat stuff up. We started fighting, and the girl seemed to stay out of it. I was wailing on the guy, but every single attack I launched at him, he blocked with his staff.

After a few minutes of fighting, I hit the end of his staff with my palm. From the other end of the staff, a white dove came out and flew away. The man started laughing. I kept hitting the end of the staff with all force. The doves didn't just fly out, they shot out, like a cannon, depending on how hard you hit the end. Every time I hit it, the guy seemed to giggle, as if it was his plan.

I then decided to hit the end lightly, and the dove only shot about 4 feet into the air above us. I yelled to the girl to hit it. The girl had some kind of weapon. I wasn't sure if it was a gun or a slingshot, but the bird exploded as she shot it. Some kind of droppings fell to the ground, like an owl pellet. I opened up the pellet, and inside was an egg with some feathers. I snatched the egg. The man with the staff seemed to have disappeared.

The girl helped me up. Suddenly a man with some serious five o' clock shadow appeared with a cigarette in his mouth. He congratulated us in getting the egg. He asked for a private word with me. He said something about someone being better than me, as if he was my boss or something. He plunged his lit cigarette into my cheek and I woke up.

[Saturday, November 3rd, 2012]
<I lied in my bed, after stretching and meditating for a good long time.
I told myself and whoever would help me, that I needed help having a meaningful dream. Or a lucid dream.
Falling asleep- I instantly began to have dreams, just cloudy ones. I woke up after some time. And re-thought my
intentions to wake up and not move to enter into a DEILD.>

The next time I wake up, completely still.
I feel my body frozen and numb.
I will myself up out of my bed towards the front end of it.
And find my back to the wall.
I repeated in my head-
"MAINTAIN CONTROL. MAINTAIN CONTROL."
But I struggled and got excited and woke up.
I rose my head out from the covers and thought-
"WAIT, THIS IS ANOTHER DREAM."
Suddenly, the darkness in front of me was transformed...
into odd colors and sounds. Spirals and fireworks.
The door had an outline of light that was separated from the door itself!
I got excited again and...

<Then I woke up for real.>
<Through my excitement, I still fell back asleep.>

I'm in a mix of Safeway and Target. I go back with Nathan and Alex to the back of the store. I find a dark corner
where no one goes and in the wall, there's a panel missing. I crawl into the panel and sit there for a moment in the
dusty old grey... and feel... a strange deja vu wipe over me. I find my old, golden, thin-frame glasses that my
Mom's been looking for over two years to find.

<fast forward in dream>

Scientists figure out how to create God, and the head of the company in charge is talking to the father of "Morel
Orel"'s Orel. They're in a dark room with a spot light on their wooden meeting table. Orel's Dad sat there in a dim
meeting room as one of his lead scientists said:

"We've been able to create women, doughnuts, nipples, cars...the whole works!"

Orel's Dad squinted his eyes and said, "Ooohkaayyy. Riiiight." In mocking disbelief.
The scientists went on to tell him that he was to receive cars and money and new technology.
He owned half the company apparently!

I remember a faint impression of being in Nevada or a desert area and I saw large satellite dishes.

<fast forward in dream>

My twin brother had a book that would allow him to have whatever he wanted.
He just had to write it in a blank page.
He was mad at me for some reason and was threatening to write me away.
I grabbed the book and held it shut, we both tried forcing the book out of each others hand.
He tried to cut my hair with a pair of scissors, but I got my head away.
I grabbed the scissors and pretended to cut his hair until he let go of the book.
Then I ran into the other room and hid the book.

AME

Two nights ago I dreamed of AME. She had on shiny, thin-framed, black-rimmed glasses which she did not wear IWL. She also had on another...something, that had the same type of frame as the glasses, but it was worn below her glasses. It was clearly a dream apparatus.

Her hair was just as I remember it--silky, short, and black. She was beautiful.

Graveyard Seance

OK, so it was a false memory, but I was looking at a plot in a graveyard and remembering that I had done some kind of seance there.

I don't think that I really conjured anything, but it was odd that I was then asleep, woke to hear someone come in the house, and I couldn't open my eyes because I was...sleeping. I used my dream hands to open my eyes.

As I opened my eyes, they were extremely open. It was like a cartoon. They were SUPER open. I was afraid of what the person was doing there because nobody was supposed to be able to get in.

It was then actually, that I woke up to see the grave site that I remembered doing something in. Time kind of wrapped around itself. Very odd.

Vote

I dreamed that I missed my opportunity to vote. Someone told me they had voted for Gary Johnson and I started thinking about if I could still vote or not.

BTW, yes, I am voting Gary Johnson IWL.