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First Dream Journal entry on Dreamviews. I'm not entirely sure how this is supposed to work... Tags and such but I'll try.

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I'm in a grey bunker type of room with three other people one is roughly twenty, the other two are in their late 50's. The first thing I notice is that they are all dressed in typical 'Mafia' Black suits, fedoras, and cigars. There is a map on the table but I can't seem to read it. The other men in the room walk out while I think that something is off. For a moment I think 'Am I dreaming?' I move my hand towards my nose to do my Reality Check the same time one of the men come back into the room and shout "Come on Bobby!" I immediately forget about my Reality check and follow them.

The next thing I know we are at some docks that look very old, and very beat up along with an old boat. There are large crates on the boat, while I'm looking at them I overhear one of the men talking "So this is the stuff?" "Yep."

Suddenly I'm in another part of the 'town' which seems abandoned, destroyed windows, and houses look like they are barely standing. I can see the docks in the distance. We are standing around smoking, drinking, and laughing. One of the men runs up to us yelling "We've gotta go now! The cops found out about it!" We immediately drop our cigars, and drinks. We sprint to the docks as fast as we can. For some reason I notice it getting very dark, very fast. I hear a helicopter coming from behind us and we run even faster. We eventually reach the docks jump in the boat and pull out of the docks. By now the water is getting very choppy, I'm suddenly aware there is a horrible storm above us.

By this point the Coast Guard have shown up. There's a large line of boats blocking us and there are people on shore opening fire at us. A large wave hits the boat and I fall into the ocean. The waves are coming above my head as I try to swim to shore. I feel terrified that I will drown, the sounds of the storm and the waves drown out everything else. I hear what I assume is thunder. I feel a impact between my shoulder blades and know I've been shot at which point I wake up.

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Several things about this dream confuse me... First of all why I forgot all about my reality check, second why I respond to Bobby when that isn't my name.

[Friday, October 26th, 2012]
(Later that day.)
(WBTB... I was trying a new technique where you are supposed to wake up after 6 hours of sleep, get up and get a
drink and go back to bed. Then you will wake up off and on- and you must tell yourself that you won't move upon
waking. If you wake up without moving, correctly, then you'll be free to try a series of techniques for spurring on
OBE's and lucid dreaming, directly from it.)

I got to a state on the edge of the twilight dream world... I could feel my body vibrating slightly... accompanied by

another familiar feeling that I recognized, but couldn't quite explain... like a strange numbness.

I tried rollling my body- didn't work... tried levitating my body and it worked. My legs began to float up into the
air.

I floated up above my body and saw a yellow clothes hamper in my room with a face on it.
I became excited and threw myself towards it.
Then I flashed forward to a door way, and some figure was folded into himself in a ball on the floor.
It made unintelligible sloppy growls- but I decided that it wasn't unfriendly.
I began to growl sloppily back, as if I were conversing with it.

<I woke up.>

[Friday, October 26th, 2012]
A storm was coming, one that could probably blow me and my family's house down. I thought about running to a
safer area...

<In a later dream...>
Me, Alex, Nathan, and some other unfamiliar people were doing drugs.
Then out of nowhere- the door busted down and they were there among us.
We were busted by the cops! Alex's Mom appeared and told me to run.
In the general confusion and chaos that ensued, I assumed it would be possible to get away.

I had multiple dreams again but I didnt sleep very comfortably meaning i kept waking up. So my dreams are hard to remember, on the other hand, i had something weird happen to me that i havent had since I was a kid.I highlighted it just in case you guys dont want to read the unimportant stuff.

First Dream I remember I found myself outside in a park or a neighborhood? All i can recall is seeing a sidewalk and some trees the rest seemed to be fogged out. This guy comes out of a Cabin looking house and tells me to follow inside. I find myself inside being scanned by a machine and when done he shows me my face and says "You have multiple tumors, one on the eye, the mouth, and the nose." The screen showed some built up 'junk' that i guess would resemble tumors but even my dream self knew this guy was full of shit. Soon after showing me, I began to sneeze some snot out of my nose in a sink and cough out some flem from my throat. I was thinking omg this guy was right, when all of a sudden a sexy blonde girl comes in with a pistol ready, sees me doing that and says "Eww thats disgusting!" She proceeds to come near me but her target is the guy. She bends him over the tub thats there and shoots him in the back like an execution. I didnt care. Woke up soon after.

Another dream was of me driving to mike and kristins house because they invited me over to try and win back my friendship (Were no longer friends due to them being bad friends in general) I remember having to go through some gates to find the place and once i parked. I didnt want to go inside because i knew it was a bad idea in the first place. The entire dream it was pouring down rain and it was a good excuse not to go inside. Some friends who were in there with them came running out and got in my car. It was ryan who i havent seen since highschool and Victor whos in P.R. right now. Ryan was saying something but i wasnt paying attention. I noticed him and said "Sorry man, how have you been its been too long" he replied with "Its been good man" I asked "Hows life?" and he stated "Its whatever, have some problems but who doesnt" I told him that "Yeah, I guess life is the same for everyone but just experiances in a different way". I decided to drive around in the rain to listen to my system but it wouldnt work sometimes. IRL Im having some technical problems. I woke up when we parked again.

This dream was the shortest but for a good reason. I found myself in a movie theater walking around to find a good seat. I sat down in a chair next to a girl who im pretty sure said something to me but i dont remember what. She was two seats next to me and on my right were no more chairs. Suddenly from behind me I feel a womans hand with semi long nails grab the back of my head and slowly move her nails through my hair. The dream was not very vivid nor clear but this hand felt so real I woke up in a jumpy way. As im typing this i can still feel what the hand felt like and i just know that it wasnt part of my dream rather either a spirit touching me while i sleep or a psychic trying to reach out to me. I also knew that whatever or whoever touched me was not malicious because i didnt feel scared nor any bad energy from it.

I had a few more dreams but dont deem them too significant to type. Id like to make note that this has actually happened to my mom a lot but for her its more stronger. She would feel someone lay in bed next to her while she was dreaming and sometimes something would lay their hands on her. Its happened when i was a little kid as well but I guess now its because ive been meditating and increasing my vibrations.

Several dreams again, starting with me being in some sort of army regiment armed only with these pen like guns which took ages to load but were accurate & effective from long range. We were behind some kind of fence like the barb wire from the trenches in world war 1. The enemy was advancing on our position and we had to load, assemble and be ready to fire these strange pen guns before they got to the wire & over ran us. It was too late and they got to the wire & some got through so had to kill them by hand. Managed to finish loading the guns though and kill some with them. The dream then changed to me advancing on the enemy alone. I was crawling on my belly through what would have been no man's land and I hid under a chair on it's side where I could see an enemy in a building ahead so I prepared my pen gun and shot him dead like I was a sniper.
The dream then changed to a situation involving members of my family, I was furious at my Mother and eldest sister for getting drunk while my sister was in the process of trying to divorce her alcoholic husband & care for the children (a situation pretty close to the truth). Details were hazy about this part of the dream so I've just outlined the general theme. I remember my brother in law being in the dream also but not much else, he is currently well out side our families grace in reality.
The dream changed again to me being in some kind of orgy with some old university friends! I was making love to exotic Burkha wearing Muslim girls & remember saying to two of my old university friends about this. Coincidently one of the university friends is a Muslim. And we also did used to chase girls together in reality while we lived in the same student area. Again this part of the dream is hazy. I'm going to try and sleep some more and see if I dream again.

[I'm just gonna tell you about the lucid with the TOTM. The lucid before that consisted of le sexy time so. Yea.]

I start to notice myself waking up for real. The dream starts to fade and I start hearing ambient noises from the outside world. With my eyes closed, I move my real arm a bit, for comfort, without thinking too much about it. I focus on the the dream and slipping back into it. The ambient noises start to fade and I am once again inside the dream scene – fully lucid.

I walk outside my house, thinking about my goals. I remember the TOTM. Immediately, I hear the sound of sirens from a distance. I look, and I see that people are running around in a craze. I notice that there are some people walking really slowly, dragging their feet. ZOMBIES! Their faces look disfigured, and utterly horrifying. Saliva is dripping from their mouths, and their skin has a certain pallor to it – with small holes secreting pus.

I have second thoughts about my plan. Even though I know it's a dream, I don't think I can do it. I realize I can't change the dream scene, so I run toward my house, hoping to teleport through a door. As I am running, somebody grabs me by my left arm and pulls me, making me fall to the ground. It's one of the zombies. I push him away, which is easy because he doesn't seem to have much strength. He grabs my right leg and bites me above my ankle. I could feel the squishiness as his teeth make contact with my skin. I cry out in pain – it feels like he just tore off a chunk of my leg. I realize he actually did. There is a gaping hole, and to make things worse, the zombie spits into it! WTF. I kick him in the face, and run to the door, limping.

I get inside and I totally forget about teleporting through the door, so I just end up in my living room instead. By the time I look back, the door is gone (along with the other doors) and there are no windows anywhere too. The floor turns into soil. The furniture is still there though. I look at my ankle, but the bite mark is gone. I walk to one corner, where there is a full-length mirror. I look at myself. My eyes are starting to look green, my eyelids feel so droopy, and my jaws feel slack. My skin is turning pale and rough, and it's very itchy too. It's that type of itch where even if you scratch it, it feels like it's never the right spot, and it never goes away. It isn't painful, but it feels uncomfortable.

I head to the couch to sit down. I feel sleepy now. I tell myself I'm not gonna sleep because I need to stay lucid. Okay... Maybe I'll just lean back a bit to get comfortable...This cushion is so soft... Mmmmm...


I wake up in my room. For real.

In dark, I met with a friend in a very strange place. We stood under artificial light from a parking lot street lamp in between 2 very tall barns. The ambiance of the place was dark and unwelcoming.

We find ourselves making our own way to separate barns when, from over the chain link that closed the place in, I heard a group of growls and distressed moans. We look out into the dark field as approaching zombies start to become visible!

It seems like hours go by of all the quintessential zombie movie stuff: endless running, getting cornered, falling, etc. All of this is taking place in the barn and I actually take a few of them out with power tools.

But I was eventually cornered by hundreds of them on the ?upper level observatory deck/maintenance catwalk? They started closing in on me, taking advantage of my claustrophobia, and I was overcome with fear.

At the peak of fright, every object and person (living or dead) in my dream was smashed together! Imagine, if you will, a whistling-wind tornado sucking everything into a center point and I was that center point.

The wind-force whipped us up in blood and blackness and we all became a darkened castle of a squishy, organic, bloody mess. The white moon crowned me as I was the peak of this mountain.

The structure was not too dissimilar from the one we see in Vincent van Gogh's "Starry Night"

10.25.2012

Dhal Puri and Random Stuff (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm planning to go with my mother to some store, I get some mental image of Dhal Puri being made there. It's inside of a Blue Bag with small black lining, the bag itself is one strapped I believe.

I also recall seeing a random blonde female with a black outfit having the strap over her shoulder as well. I think there's a petty argument with my mother on the thing, or maybe it was with someone else, I can't remember too well.

There's also people that are leaving the room we're in, which resembles a hotel room. Now why those people are inside of this room that should be reserved for me and my mother, I don't know. I look at then prepare to leave, and it's your basic family.

Annoying little kid, a few teenagers that I didn't bother to look at much, a mother and father. I'm saying the obvious because compared to them, it was just me and my mother. Full family of DCs while I'm with just a part of what's generally a whole family. How cute.

I checked my wallet for some reason, making sure my debit card is still in the slots of it, which I presumed it was, since I saw its color there, along with the color of my Laundry Card, since they don't use coins there in waking life.

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10.25.2012

Brock's Dub on Ryan Romney (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I basically had a dream that repeated some parts in a video of Brock's Dub on YouTube over Mitt Romney and Obama's Debate. It was more specific on Ryan Romney's part in the video where he was working out. Before the weird part where there's supposed to be some random girly stuff around them, I see Ryan Romney wearing a gray hoodie and then leaning his face to his left side (right if you're looking at this screen obviously)

Spoiler for Don't kill me Political Peoples...noes dontz do it!!:

Then my alarm woke me up.

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10.25.2012

Biology and Pokemon Rap (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm trying to take notes in this random Biology-related lecture, and it feels to me that whoever is talking eventually makes a rap about it. That's probably because I was watching Epic Rap Battles of History a few hours before I slept, lol.

I couldn't keep up, and eventually, everyone is gone, and I have the room to myself now. I take the time to literally fill in the gaps that I had on my paper by scrolling through the PowerPoint Presentation styled format on the screen. There were empty blanks that would then reveal words if I wanted to see what's next.

I spend the rest of the dream writing stuff down.

Wait, where did the Pokemon part come in? Aw darn it, I forgot. >.<

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10.25.2012

Why Won't You Talk To Me Woman!?!?! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm watching a random Western clip on Youtube, and it was maybe 2-3 minutes ago. After I was done watching it, or maybe halfway into being finished, I feel like I'm transported into a different environment.

I do a nose plug RC, and it doesn't work, but I keep holding my nose, because it's clearly obvious, my diaphragm is functioning just fine when I close my nasal pathways. So go me for not relying on the breathing aspect, and seeing other areas are obviously working, defying logic of waking life, so I must be dreaming!

Good job Link!!!!! You get a golden star!

I'm in a ghost town, somewhat of a ghost town, how can a somewhat ghost town still be in the category of a ghost town? You figure that out yourself ya trooper.

So I'm just walking around, feeling neutral like I'm always trying to do in a rare lucid to prevent the dream from destabilizing. To the left of me is a wooden roof supported by columns about 6-7 feet apart from each other. I'm just walking casually in the middle of this dusty brown road, and the feelings that this is a Western-theme dream in a way continues to come into my dream schemata.

Oh my gawd, stop using big words!

I finally accept this environment, and I continue walking, the sections inside below the wooden roof that extends quite a distance from where I'm at is fairly dark, but I can still see the majority of everything in it.

Just brown dust on the ground, Wooden walls and a wooden roof, and me in the middle of a roof-less section, while the right side is the same as the left, most likely.

I finally encounter a female with long, elegant black hair that ends near her waist or a bit closer to her ass. Very enticing object-------I mean woman compared to the rest of this dull environment. She's wearing a transparent blouse (to some extent) that has an overall Pastel Yellow Green color to it.

She's wearing the usual female jeans that has the slightly white glow on the rear side and back legs. Go female fashion design to focus more on the woman's ass rather than her face.


So I slowly go up to her, and then I asked her if she can help me.

I let the question sit in its ambiguity, just to see a response, anything, something, SOMETHING, an UTTER? A GASP?

Nothing. She says nothing, She just shifts her face left and right frantically for about 2 seconds, then turns her face away from me. I noticed that when she turned back, she really focuses on what's behind her, not me, as if she's trying to run away from someone, and to check that they aren't close to finding her.

I guess I must be ruining her hiding spot, but again, I don't know what's going on since she's not telling me anything. She starts to move, and I follow her, and she's walking slowly at first. I queried to her a few more questions, and then asked,

"Can you at least tell me what your name is?"

She starts to walk a little faster, and I know I could've just let her go her own way, but since she's the only one here at the moment, and I don't feel like staying in an empty environment, I had to keep up the pace.

Now I realized I really should've gotten over the insecurity of being alone in a dream, make a different dream environment for something.......Man, I'm stupid, gotta set mantras to remind myself that I'll do that sometime.

She's still silent, and I start to lose my cool big time.....while at the same time I'm losing my cool, I'm also speculating that losing my cool will potentially destabilize the dream, and that I need to cool down. I think I started to touch the girl's shoulders and tried to shake her.

She finally faces me, makes eye contact, but the moment she starts to open her mouth, dream fades because I'm saturated with rushed feelings.

Well....you get what you deserve based on how you decided to feel at the given moment, and now you messed up that rare chance Link. Good job.

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10.25.2012

Mosaic Learning Style (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting in a lecture room, and the professor looks a lot like my Biology 111 professor I had in waking life. He looks more defined, his clothing, his aura, everything about him gives me this weird vibe of earnest respect of the vast amount of knowledge he probably has.

I think he's wearing a Red-Orange Sweater, and has a blue striped white dress shirt underneath with the collar popping out. I forget the color of his dress pants, but my mind is giving me the image that it's Khakis. The class is about to end, and then I look at the girl to the left of me, and realized she looks like a girl in my Math Recitation course.

She has her hair tied up, just like IWL, and still has that shy demeanor all over her face. Even if I take a quick glance at her, she still tries to pretend she's looking what's straight in front of her, even though her facial expressions, most noticeably her mouth, are making subtle but awkward movements.

I can't recall this specific moment that's chained with that awkward moment to great detail, but I remember looking down on a paper she had. It was structured like a table with columns and rows, and had some markings here and there.

I think I was helping her with picking out something, I just don't know what it was.

The professor declares about the general idea of what will be on the exam, and portrays a PowerPoint slide that's projected on a large screen. It's set up like a table with columns and rows (I know I'm stating the obvious), and all of the concepts are in black font. The same black text has red background behind it, which kind of makes things an eyesore for me.

I saw some things related to Indian something, and it feels weird to have a Biology teacher talk about something that makes me feel it's related to U.S. History.
Huh? Guess I'll look up on that more, since I recall me wanting to have a dream where I found my true learning style. That could be it, but I don't know, will have to find out when I have some free time.

When the professor is done talking, the class automatically prompts themselves to leave. I decided to sit down for a little bit for no clear reason, and I started to eavesdrop on the two females sitting in front of me. One is getting ready to put her items in her backpack, while the other female is already set to leave.

They start conversing on some things I can't recall too well, but most of the topics talked about were obviously about the upcoming exam, and the talking about the bomb threat that actually happened in this University last week Friday.

Then the girl that's sitting to the right of her asks her,

"How do you study?"

She responds with,

"Well, I-------"

I cut off my audio focus because I probably decided that the conversation was going to be boring, even though I should've listened to what she would say, since after all, in a practical sense, her portrayal is an aspect of myself that I should be thoughtful of hearing.

They get up, and I start absorbing more of the girl's facial structure and body composition. She's relatively skinny, especially since she's probably around my age, has dark brown hair. Even though I couldn't recall her exact visage, the contours show that she has a vibrant and sort of plump, soft facial structure.

I eventually get out of the lecture room, and find myself in a hallway that mostly consists of white and gray intertwined, with a hint of black here and there. The flooring is mostly white, formatted like a tile flooring, the tile gaps aren't as big as what one would usually see. They're more compact, and the borders of each tile piece if distinguished by a very thin black line making a square.

I see my professor out in the hall way, probably going through his "mail" or area to get plans for the next lectures or something. Then I have some memory that comes in that involves a Mosaic Learning Style.

After that, I can't really recall much unfortunately.

10.25.2012

Telling Mommy How To Lucid Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So yeah, I tell how to lucid dream. I don't need to go into details, we all know how telling how to lucid dream ends up, especially when you don't become lucid from it.

But to be sort of specific, I was telling her how to do a WBTB+WILD, even though I'm in no position to lecture her on it when I fail it the majority of the time.

Funny dream though.

My recall isn't as strong as previous days today, either my recall or my motivation to recall. Had another fragmented dream, quite vivid again. It's hard to remember what order things happened in but I'll try, there were lots of changes were the dream leaped from one setting to another with different events.
At one point I was in the old house I was brought up in (when my parents were still together many years ago), my Dad was there also. I was on the settee where I usually sat and for some reason I had two kinds of money on me and it had all become mixed up and had fallen down the side of the couch. I also had some medication I had to take in the dream.
I frequently dream about the old house I grew up in as a child, it's one of my 'dream signs' you could say. As for the two types of money, I've had an idea that it could be my brains way of saying I've got my benefits (or welfare for Americans) type of money I claim because I am signed off from work by my doctor at present & then money I earn through selling things occasionally. The medicine is easy as I have been on various antibiotics for months now.
The dreams changes to another setting now where I am with someone from my past, I think we were at some kind of outdoor party or festival but down at the B.M.X track, also somewhere I used to play as a child. We walked away together from the main site of the festival/party and were catching up but I was trying to get the truth out of him about why he'd broke up with his ex' as I'd heard some rumours. This is partially true to life as I knew the guys ex' and her sisters and they'd told me why they'd separated, also I nearly got with his ex' a couple of years back! This part of the dream concluded with us walking somewhere else where there was like an entrance to a tunnel through a hill with an Indian looking man guarding it and we were going to say something to him because he was being inappropriate towards a Dwarf girl who was going into the tunnel. I think this part is definitely connected to me having watched 'Game Of Thrones' before going to sleep!
After this the final part of the dream involved me being at a nightclub in some kind of dance off/emcee battle with a Northern crew. I remember there being people battling/freestyling around me, rhyming over dub-step and there were dance offs. I was taking part in both to some extent. Things got heated and I was discussing with the club owner and bouncers about my skinhead days and returning to them when I got into an altercation with one of the Northern crew. I did some kind of dance/martial art move on him where I got him to the ground and slid quite a few feet with him off the dance-floor to under a table and I wanted him to see that I could have broken his neck against the table leg if I'd not shown restraint & actually wanted to kill him.

The final part of the dream was probably down to me being at the nightclub last weekend and nearly fighting someone I suspected of stealing my phone last year. The music would have hailed back to a time when I was involved in that culture (I still am in a limited capacity). And again I'm sure watching 'Game Of Thrones' before bed influenced this dream because of the whole Northern/southern thing going on.

Gavin was riding a bike in my old backyard and he rode up the back wall and crashed. He was injured but ok. Mum me and gavin were in backyard and mum was on a plastic white outdoor table. She knew every Geelong Cats football players name. This was odd as she normally doesn't know any players names and she goes for Collingwood.

We all went to a retreat with Jordan and another brother. We climbed up a terrifying log and we all egged each other on once we got up there the other two boys jumped down into the waters below. I chickened out and slid down. We got back to our resort and Jordan put on a blue Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu gi and tried to be tough. He was annoying. I remember a fragment of rory getting mince out of the fridge. I went to my room and was afraid that I destroyed or lost my usb and keys but they were ok.

I went to a pub and saw my sister there. She was talking with friends. I went up to her and told her about what happened. She wanted to tell me about horror story gavin and mum had told her about previously but I didn't want to hear it. My sister looked Asian. It was around this time I became suspect that I was dreaming. I reassured my self - yes I definitely am dreaming! However, I became too excited. I sort of panicked and tried some dream control techniques like touching objects and spinning. However, I had trouble visualizing spinning. I began too panic the reality of being in a dream, everything went wierd (almost psychadelic) and I woke up at 6:12am.

I need to go over this article: http://www.dreamviews.com/f12/ninas-...torial-118317/
in order to extend my lucidity duration.

23/10/2012

I was playing video games at dads place. I was waiting for a ball that was stuck in a building to come down. I went to a visual arts apartment party. Liz Migotto was flirting saying we once fucked but we never did. I was running to catch an underground train mindful not to break my legs walked down the stairs properly. I just missed the train which was floating on water another train came and it was like a gondola. There was a tonne of hot girls around. I acted obnoxious and was like wow hey babes! the girls were dismissive.

There were dudes on the beach who kept on levitating and coming down. Like being pushed up by a gush of air.

False Awakening. I woke up in disappointment that my alarm did not go off and the fact that it was nearly 9:00.

9/16/2012

I was using a Lucid Dreaming App for a week which included reality check notifications every 2 hours and a dream diary. However, after a week without any results I decided to stop doing it. However, whenever something during the day happens that is odd I'll still perform the checks.

Last night I had my first lucid dream. However, I was not able to control it. I saw my uncle who has been deceased for several years. This prompted me to do my reality check of pushing two fingers into my palm but nothing unusual happened. I kept trying in the dream and thought "This sucks I'm dreaming but the test ain't working, because my fingers aren't going through.

I was stuck in the dream state. I couldn't control the dream. After that I just assimilated into the dream. Knowing that I was in a dream, my uncle seemed frightening to me as I knew he was deceased. He gave me $50 though and my mum and aunt were also in the lounge room sitting on two couches, sort of just looking on.

A friend said to me, "Here, drink this if you're about to go to sleep," as he hands me a glass of orange juice with pulp. I hadn't done any research on oranges potentiating dreams or anything of the like but I welcome new ideas. I drink about a cup directly before laying to sleep and my dream follows.

I'm driving a car with friends and the city lights streak past in contrast to the darkness. I smile as the car slowly fills with loud music and my most prized emotions follow. Freedom and unity comfort me in this scene and I long for my childhood; a time where these emotions ran rampant through my every day. Bliss is cut off and this pleasure comes to a screeching halt, inviting paranoia and manifesting claustrophobia. From the back seat a sharpened and short blade gleams in the street light. The next instant the blade is pressed against my throat and I'm enveloped in fear. I look into the rear view to see that the man holding the weapon is....Peter Stormare? I suppose I had been watching too much Prison Break. He is silent as he drags the blade across my skin and I brace myself for the worst pain I could imagine. Even though I didn't feel any pain, I felt my wet neck and showed myself my bloody hands as the scene is ripped away and replaced.

I found myself in a place that I could only describe as "space": an infinite blackness that stretched in all directions around me. A liquidesque silhouette in the distance was gazing upon me for a short while before it's complete transformation. A solid bone structure of a skull connected to spine started to become visible to me as I noticed the floating liquid was skin and it was being magnetically attracted to the skull and spine. It's hard to describe the rest of the transformation but the end result was a horrific, disfigured face with a fleshy spine-tail and large praying mantis-like blade arms. This abomination slithered through "space" slicing apart naked humans with ease and glee. The gruesome detail of these acts of violence was incredibly intense, as was my rising fear. The beast headed straight towards me as if the ripple effect of my fear had jolted him, suddenly. During his approach, I was shown the details of his expression: bloodlust and sheer insanity. I awoke before, what I assume would have been, my gruesome death in absolute terror. Good times!

(I had plenty of dreams. PLENTY of dreams. I only recall a few of them right now though.)

I'm by Screamer's, a bunch of people pass by in a ship made of logs that sails on land.
Me and Alex are in a blow-up-raft and are floating along the other way, going towards the road.

<skip to the next dream>

At Dunkin' Donuts with Nathan
(I don't work here now.)
I take a broken glazed donut
He gives me another butternut chocolate
Hope, my ex-boss for Dunkin Donuts, walks in the room and she's okay that I'm there.
I think about asking for a job there since DD is back in town somehow.
I wonder about how DD is back in business.
The whole building is now huge, there's tons of tables.
People are gradually coming in. By now there's only one person sitting at a table.
Karen, our old landlord, also is a boss here too.
We're built into the apartment complex.
Hope hands me some clothes, "Some of these are yours that you left!"
I'm walking around and see clothes scattered everywhere, as if it's a messy home.
I find a pair of glasses that resembles mine, sitting on a table.
I take off the ones I have on now and realize that they're not mine. I replace them.
I walk around more and explore this new building.
I find that pile of clothes from earlier that I had set down, and decide to look through it.
"Heeyyy, none of these are even my clothes!" I say in a humorous high-pitched voice.
I walk outside.
With Hope and Karen, we get in the car and leave to go somewhere.

We drive back up and we all part ways.
I come in to the Dunkin' Donuts/Apartment/Bar later with a suit and tie and I look badass and sexy.
People are everywhere, sitting at tables.
I see a girl I know, Sam ____, and I point at her, "Hey you!"
She gets up to hug me and attempts to kiss me in the process as well...
I avoid the kiss, even if she's cute, because I have someone who I love already.
After awhile of hanging out there, I go outside and notice the door doesn't shut all the way...
and if I get it to shut, it doesn't stay that way. Frustrated, I walk inside and say,
"Don't use this door, guys!" Someone replies, "Yeah, it doesn't shut."
I leave it half open and walk outside...
Then my old Golden Retriever runs outside!
I chase her around, trying to catch her, but she's too damn fast.
My Mom appears and tries to catch her too; she doesn't seem too worried.
Another dog appears, maybe my old Chihuahua Pinky.
Then Teddy appears, but he looks very odd and grey and old.
Sedona is still running around the apartment complex when the dream ends..

<I wake up.>

<I fall back asleep.>

Lying in bed, I notice that there's a flat-screen TV where it shouldn't be. A lady is delivering the news.
I'm not in my room... and if I am, it's different. The lights are darker and colder.
I realize I must be dreaming and decide to crawl towards the TV, to crawl inside.
It's extremely difficult to make myself crawl towards it.
I open my eyes and I'm in sleep paralysis.
A figure stands near my bed, just out of the corner of my eye.
I freak out and wake up again.

<I wake up, startled...>
<I fall back asleep.>

Alex, Nathan, and I are driving through where McDonald's usually is, but this time, it's Wendy's!
We pull up to the drivethru and I want two Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers, but they order before I have a chance to say it and pull up.
Alex orders a Bacon Cheeseburger and a drink and Nathan orders something else.
I'm distraught! They pull up and park and we go inside to eat.
I'm complain, but they don't seem to have much sympathy.
I see the plastic utensils, and look around to see where Nathan and Alex went.
They're sitting down eating, while I wander around the restaurant aimlessly.

<dream skips>

I'm back at the apartment complex... or at least a different version of it.
Each outside door leads to another SUB-apartment complex, with it's own 4 or 6 doors to actual apartments.
The apartments are distorted, and extremely large and long, like warehouses.
I'm inside of one apartment with lots of people I knew from school.
We're all playing with these devices that you attach to either your clothing or your head-
When you think a phrase clearly enough, it will play the voice off a speaker.
We all take turns playing with it:
"There's a snake in my boot!"
"There's a rake in my poot!"
"Pooh! Poot! Poop!"
"Rickets... what? Whoa I can hear myself think!"

We all goof around until, eventually, most people leave.
<dream fades>

(I don't remember the rest, just imprints of memories that have to do with the sky and mountains and sunsets. It looks like the sun is setting in the
wrong direction.)

I just woke up from the dream that was all about how the subconscious mind would be and how I would build my own totem that would look like a beyblade or something similar to it.

Everything began with me meeting mr cop ( leonardo di caprio )
We were meeting in london where the big clock is and we had a speak about a rare skill that was named inception, he told me that there was no one that could get in a dream and master skills and get out of a dream with the same skill that he had in his dream, and it was true.
I told him that you could live your life in a dream but it is not what I want to do but what the people who doesn't have any chances to live in the life, they could live in their dreams and make the people in real life happy instead of saying I want to die and not see you again.

So after the meeting ended I told him that waking up from a dream can be in different ways and he told me yes so show me the way you want to wake up in, I told him sure.
So I jumped from the big clock down and open a parachute by clicking on a pencils tip and I did not wake up because I did get down slowly and I meet mr cop down and he told me good job, you can take over your dream and you can visualize what's happening and you can make your own things happen like they doesn't exist in real life.

So I told him ok let's wake up and fix a totem for me so I can make sure that nothing in the dream is happening in real life because I don't know how to say that I am dreaming or not.
We woke up and found ourselves in a garage where we had our things in there and toilets and so on and so forth.
I started to take out some steel and made it so hard that it could not break and in the same time I made my totem to look like a beyblade and the beyblade I made was named: Dragon

And then I made the totem and putted it in my pocket and then I woke up in the real life and found myself in the room of my parents.