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I am riding in the car with my mom, brother, sister, and aunt. We're going to the park to pick apples. Suddenly, I have a vision which lasts maybe 2 seconds before fading away. It is of some sort of goddess-type being. She is not really a goddess, maybe a minor deity. She is young, has long blue hair, and was wearing a blue and white dress. She is floating in front of the car and sort of going at the same pace as us. She is very large (not overweight), kind of like is you scaled up a regular person to two-and-a-half or three times the height, keeping the rest proportional. She is also two dimensional, and kind of tilted backwards, so that the top of her recedes a little because it's farther away. She is holding up one arm, in a pose that is vaguely similar to the statue of liberty holding her torch, except my spirit is more expressive and joyful in her pose. Her facial expression is kind of complex. Her mouth is open a little, indicating that she is full of joyful wonder, but also that she is shocked and upset, and she exudes something like fear or caution. Anyway, she's holding up her hand as if she is holding a torch or something, only nothing is in her hand. I know that she is supposed to be holding an apple, so I realize that she is warning me that the park we're going to won't have apples. I express concern aloud (not referring to my vision, just saying that I'm worried that there won't be any apples) and suggest that we go to a different park, but my aunt overrules me.

Then, my brother says a phrase of three nonsense words. We're trying to figure out what he is talking about, and my aunt says, "it's like a test of star wars knowledge (the flavor of it was that it was a question that had started out as a riddle one star wars fan had posed to another, but sort of became a stock phrase star wars fans would pull out to indicate their hardcoreness, and to see if anyone else knew what they were talking about, so it sort of became a greeting between star wars fans.) The question is, 'do you know what kind of apple they ate on (such-and-such a planet, don't remember the name)?'" Then she turned to me and said, "You know, right?" I was horrified that someone would suspect me of having such knowledge. I said nothing and sort of retreated into myself, thinking about the goddess.

Dream #1 of the Night:
I am up in bed reading at around 1:00AM. Suddenly I hear the front door in my house open and slam shut. I am terrified and begin to scan my room for a weapon but I can't find one and settle on using a sharp pencil on my bedside table. I open my bedroom door and see a young boy sitting Indian style in the hallway. I am taken aback and attempt to stab the palm of his hand. This doesn't hurt him. I notice he is fiddling with a pencil himself. I realize that he is glowing slightly blue and I now understand that he is a ghost and become frightened again. I quickly start asking hi)m questions without giving him time to answer until I come to my last question, "are you a good guy or a bad guy?" He looks at me, reluctant to answer. I am uneasy knowing that he looks so reluctant, so I shout to my parents to help me yell and him to get out of the house and never return. I look back and he is gone.
(I woke up after this, I consider this dream a nightmare as I am frightened of ghosts, especially ghosts of children.)

Dream #2 of the Night:
I go to my ex's house, "N," to collect some of my things. I have so many things there that it is taking me a long time to get them all together. Without notice, people start to show up and Nate whispers to me to hurry up before I embarrass him. People keep showing up and we start to have a party with a lot of smoking. I try to play a game of cards with N and a few others but the game never starts. Later, I go outside and see little boys all around my car. The were out to get me and had placed a bunch of empty juice containers on my car to somehow "get to me." I shoo them away. Even later, the party is over and I am still at N's, kneeling over a dying man. He doesn't want my help so I do the best I can to help anyway and call "Dr. Quantum" to come to the house and tend to the man. When the Dr. shows up and the dying man realizes it is Dr. Quantum, he is suddenly better and stands up. He proceeds to rant to Dr. Quantum about how the doctor owes him money.

Dream Notes

the first dream i remember very few things.
Memory spore cloud, fringe,

At some point in this next dream I wake up for a second and go back to sleep. I close my eyes and concentrate the world back into existence. Then I held my thought and the world grew sharper and more solid. Then I imagined waving my hand in front of my face. Then I fell out of lucidity back into the dream.

I am a member of a gang of three. We are at my father's house which is being terrorized by a large brown bear. The bear has locked itself in my old bedroom. We have no weapons and I am carrying a table lamp like a crude club.

I hear a loud snap and a familiar meow from over in the dining room. I find my cat oscar trapped in a very large mouse trap with a slice of american cheese. I set Oscar free of the trap and make sure he's not too badly hurt. I hold him up in front of me under the cat armpits and tell him not to play with mouse traps. He meows at me. I set him down and he scampers away.

I am startled by the sound of a gunshot. One of my team now has a double barreled shot gun. I ask him where he got it and he just looks at me funny.

My father comes in the room to tell me that the UPS man has come and is outside. I go outside and see two men in brown suits rooting through a UPS truck. I tell them that I am fighting a bear in the house and ask them if they have a weapon or a gun they can spare me. The guy says sure and gives me what I think at first is a hand gun but when I look at it again I see that it's some kind of cattle prod shock stick. It's a shiny metal black stick about 2 and a half feet long with an orange rubber grip near the middle and a dull rubber handle with a white button. I push the button and hear the crackle of a stun gun. I say thank you and head back inside the house.

My dad and the rest of the team are sitting around the kitchen table drinking cups of coffee. I ask them what the hell is going on and what happened to the bear. They respond that the bear is still in my room. I show them the stun gun, say grab the shot gun and we all move over to where the bear is. I kick the door to my room open and hit the bear with the shocker. The bear roars and I scream and I am being shocked too. I look at my hands and see that I'm not holding the orange safety grip but rather the front of the gun. I can't stop shooting the thing because if I do the bear will get me.

I move my left hand firmly onto the orange safety grip and lead the bear out into the living room. I yell "Shoot the fucking thing!" The guys and my father are sitting around the coffee table, drinking coffee and eating small cookies. I freak out. "what the fuck is going on?! Kill the goddamn bear!"

They look really surprised. One guy reaches for his shotgun and when he fires it, the safety is on. He turns the safety off and fires again. The gun is unloaded. The bear hits me in the face and runs down the hallway through my dad's bathroom into his bedroom.

We go into the bathroom and there is an FBI agent sitting fully clothed in a Full Tub of warm water. He tells me to calm down, that everything is under control. The bear is Roaring in the next room. I am pissed off. I ask him why hasn't law enforcement done anything about this bear.

He tells me to watch my mouth before he starts checking into my record.

I say, oh great, you are going to check my record instead of helping me get this fucking bear.

Then I wake up.

My dream recall is still quite bad, but from time to time I still have a vivid lucid fortunately.

I wake up.
I'm in bed at my parents place, and immediately I notice that something feels completely off.
I get up and investigate my surroundings.
Most of my stuff is missing. I used to have a tv here, and an old computer I turned into a fileserver.
All of that, including my desk, all of it is gone.
Everything feels sort of dull and grey, like I'm not really aware.

Awareness? I wonder if I'm dreaming. Yes! I must be!
I rub my hands. Weird, doing so feels very vivid and intense, why is everything so grey?
I decide it is not the dream that is not vivid/stable, but that my room isn't lit properly.
I open the window of my room wanting to jump out.

What is this? Everything is so green. I am in a tropical forest.
What is my parents house doing in a tropical forest?
I jump down to investigate further.
There are small lakes everywhere and the air is very fresh.
I follow one of the lakes enjoying the nice air, feeling the wind on my skin and looking at the sun rays shining through the leaves of the trees covering the sky.
Somehow I feel attracted to a specific location not far away.

Once I get there I find a caterpillar on a big leaf.
It is very colorful and excited.
Why do I know it is excited? I can clearly feel it.
I approach it and look at it very closely.
It's moving to the edge of the leaf and lets itself hang down from the edge.

It quickly transforms into a chrysalis.
How interesting, will I see it transform into a butterfly?
I can feel excitement yet again. But it is not my excitement, it is the one of the caterpillar.
It becomes clear to me that I can somehow feel what the caterpillar is feeling.
It is afraid. Afraid because it knows it's whole body is about to be turned upside down, all it's organs rearranged.
But this feeling is completely overwhelmed by the excitement of becoming a butterfly, and being able to fly.

As it's body starts transforming, the soon to be butterfly is starting to dream.
It dreams about being a butterfly and flying through the skies.
It is no longer worried, just extremely excited.
At some point I think about telling it to control its excitement, or else it might wake up.
But then I realize I wouldn't know how to do that.

The butterfly wakes up, knowing that the metamorphosis is completed.
It emerges from the chrysalis and spreads its wings.
They are very beautiful, with very strong tones of orange red and yellow.
Even though the butterfly is so excited to fly, it has to wait until its wings are hardened.

Once they are, the butterfly takes off and flies high off into the sky.
It immediately knows how to fly and how to be a butterfly, even though it was a caterpillar all its life.

I was in a restaurant and recognized characters in white or yellowish hoodies. They were going to kill
me and someone that I was with. I tried to get my friends attention to warn them. I don't think I was
able to warn them, but I got up and left the room before the evil people could kill me.

I was in a building that had lots of rooms because I kept running through different rooms to get away.
On two occasions, two small men would come through an open doorway to get me. Instead of running away,
I ran after them. They weren't expecting that and they ended up running away. Then a single guy came
through an open doorway. I ran after him and surprised, he ran away too.

Then I was at my dad's old house. I had a '65 limmo/charger in the garage. I was with 3 women in some
kind of costumes. One was a '50s waitress or something. Then there was one that I really liked, but I don't
remember what she was wearing. I think she was in black. Then there was another lady that I don't remember
anything about.

I commented on how odd it was that I was with three women.

My dad lived on a corner, so as we walked up one street, we had to pass the other street that ran along my
dad's house. I told the ladies I would come back for them. I went up to my dad's house trying not to be
noticed by the bad guys. I made it up to the garage where I saw my dad. My dad used to be
a trigger to lucid dreaming, but not so much lately.

My dad was showing me cap guns I could use to scare the bad guys. Then the guns he was offering became shrapnel guns.
The idea was like a .22 where there was a small projectile, but still a low caliber weapon. I thought it would be weak compared
to what the bad guys had.

My dad started showing me knives then. I thought that was worse than the guns. Then, when I decided I should at least get a
couple shrapnel guns, I found the knives more accessible. I loaded up on throwing knives.

I went over to the car in the garage. I uncovered it and got in. I was hoping it would start because it looked as though it had been
parked for some time. Before I got a chance to drive it and pick up the girls I was supposed to pick up, I dream-skipped.

I was in a house where the bad guys were still after me. I was looking out windows waiting for them. I had a shotgun. I was going to
be ready to blow them away. I decided that they would likely shoot a machine gun through the windows before they even got to my
place, so I found a window that they would hit last. I positioned myself so I could blow them away.

I remember cocking my shotgun. There was a handle on the shotgun slide I had to pull back and push back forward.

That was the end of the dream, but I had a hard time getting my shotgun ready, and I remember feeling great that I was ready. I
also remember taking a practice shot, but it may have been a mental practice shot.

2:30 AM
10:30 AM

High as balls on cannabis, had a few beers as well

My trip in wildwood is about to end. Everyone is packing up their leftovers in the basement of their house. The group comprised of Angela and her friends are packing up a bag full of yummy drinks. They have organic rooibos iced tea in the shape of Arizona iced tea cans, almost a full pack of this obscure brand name distilled purified water (which had a nozzle that you could suck the water out of and was a pint sized bottle) and these bangin white iced tea flavored drinks. I take a purified water drink and it tastes so cold and so refreshing. Angela and her friend see me doing this and ask me, "What are you doing?" I think that they were leaving the bag of drinks here since the bus is already loading and almost ready to go. (I realize later that I was driving home in my waking state) Angela and her friends leave to go to the bus and I take a white iced tea and have a sip. The basement is empty. The only people left are me and a strange woman who I think is the Landlord but she seemed supernatural. I feel possessed by something. Not a demon, but something friendly. All of a sudden my eyes turn red, and my field of vision goes out and turns red as well, and I feel like something is inside of me. (I don't remember what it said but it was telling me be who I always wanted to be or something along the lines of that. I was having a small conversation with it on that subject.) It was definitely female. Every time it wanted to communicate with me my eyes and my field of vision turned red.

The scene transitioned from what happened above to me either talking to a dragonfly about an experience that she had or me being the female dragonfly (I'm a guy in real life) telling someone else a story about an experience I had.

This is a first person perspective as told from the dragonfly since thats how it occurred in my dream
So I was flying, and this thing comes and attacks me and I die. (Then I saw a scene of it flying and it losing all of its hearts like in zelda. Then it turns into a skeleton.) I come back to life, and I'm flying again. Another thing comes and attacks me. I die again. I come back to life and continue flying.

Cant remember anymore

Dream - Lucid

I was in a night club, one that I frequent in waking life. It looked a little different, but I knew it was the same place. I was there with some friends, one being someone I just met. He was a little yellow-ish bird name Twitter. He could talk. His voice sounded like a little boy's. We were very good friends.

I then remember seeing a stack of notes on white paper. They were written in purple ink, and told how, when, and where people were going to die. Many people's notes said they'd die the next day. Mine was in there, but I didn't want to see it. My brother found it and showed it to me, however. I ended up reading it. I don't remember what it said, but it was a very obscure way to die. I can't remember the date of death at all, though. I didn't really believe it, I was very indenial.

I then remember looking for Twitter. I really felt a longing to find him and spend time with him. I also remember making a video for a contest saying how Twitter would die. It was a strange video. I had taken the beginning of another video, then made the rest of it myself. I remember there being computers and a tall building in the video. My brother informed me that I had won the contest. I saw it as the homepage for the website that was hosting the contest.

I was at school sitting at a table at lunch with some friends. I somewhat felt the need to try and sleep, I assume that I was tired. The girl from a lot of my other dreams hit my head and walked off, a friend of mine asked "what was that about?" to which I answered "I honestly don't know." Then I woke up.

It was a boring and disapointing dream.

(Will add later)

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Type: Regular Dream.
Lucidity: 1 23 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10


I found myself on a yacht in its hallway. I walked up a small flight of stairs into a dining area. I looked around and realized just what a yacht really is, a rich man’s houseboat. It felt like a cozy house but on the water with all that nautical flavor to it.

Two men walked into the room, one was the owner, guy who lived here and the other a grizzled old veteran type. The vet started to take some things out of a plastic box container that was on the floor. The yacht owner sat down on the bench/seat on the sides of the room that looked out onto the water. The veteran started taking things out of that plastic container and putting them in a sack, the man on the bench looked at him quite sadly. I heard the guy on the bench’s thoughts, he was sad because he had brought the other veteran here from an alternate earth where there had been “no south east Asian conflict.”

Those were some strange ideas so I was open to more thoughts.

“Iron Mike has lived nearly his whole life here in this world and has still joined the military, I had hoped he would not have to see the horrors of war.”

The thoughts were so clear I almost thought they were mine so I wasn’t entirely sure where this information was coming from. It wasn’t Iron Mike he was thinking about… what things to bring to the kids!? What kids? He doesn’t look like the father type but I did get a feeling of charity in there.

Iron Mike was now happily going around the room picking things he wanted to take. He walked around me thinking but not saying “excuse me” as he reached across me to get something. I just stood there trying to figure this whole thing out.

“There” he said as he put the plastic container on the seat next to the other man. The yacht owner tried to smile.

Then I looked around and things started to get a little trippy. It was like a rippling effect and the scene and sounds changed to an earlier time and there were kids running and yelling through the boat and the two men where there enjoying the kids excitement as they played with their new Christmas toys. Every time I looked in a different area there was a different rippling effect and times and scenes changed, one was even at night. I wasn’t sure what was going on it was all a jumble and very confusing.

Finally the dream ended, I immediately felt these events would quickly be forgotten so I wrote them down. I did forget but the few things I wrote brought it all back.

Non-Dream/Lucid/Non-Lucid

I dreamed it last night and it ended like in 4:00 AM. I tried to remember as much as I could. You know...when you wake up at 4:00 AM the only thing you could think of is writing everything down in your DJ. >_>
The dream started like this:
DREAM 1: I was at home reading a book. When I turned my head to the right I saw an out of body hand. (I think it had like 4 fingers...it was really small) I freaked out...I though I'm going nuts. I grabbed that hand and bite a finger from it to see what happens. It disappeared all of sudden and my mom came. She asked me:
>Guess where we'll be going today! ^_^
I asked her:
>Where? (I was actually expecting her to say that we're going to psychologist or to endocrinologist, because I actually need to go there for some check-ups)
She said:
>We're going to the stomatologist!
I was like WTF?!?!?
DREAM 2: I was in the mall. A professor was going to the bathroom...the guy was a little suspicious, so I entered to see what is he doing there. He was a homosexual and he went to the bathroom to ask for some guys to have sex with for cash. (again...WTF???)
DREAM 3: My old plush bear was possessed. It got angry because I didn't wanted to play with it anymore and turned itself into a big pitbull dog and everytime I tried to talk to it, it attacked me. (Guess what ^_^....WTF?!)
DREAM 4: Finally (and probably less retarded than the other dreams) I dreamed there were some commands of Super Meat Boy games for Romania...They were actually destined for Bucharest, but they somehow accidentally delivered them to Moldova (which is at countryside...)
That thing was on TV and they actually sent reporters to ask the people from there if they ever heard of that game or about "the toilet" (I don't know what the toilet was meaning...).
(By the way...............WTF?????????)

This dream starts off with me running up some steps. I feel as if I'm escaping from something, and that becomes true as I'm tackled from behind by some person. Because I fall on my belly, I can't tell who it is that attacked me. I struggle for a bit in an attempt to get away, but I'm hit in the back of the head and I black out. The next time I'm awake, I'm on my back on a gurney and all my clothes are gone. I look around the room. It looks like the inside of a morgue, but has the feeling of a hospital room due to all the machinery and chemicals. When I look down at my arms, I see that I have a couple of these machines hooked up to me, and that one is pumping a thick black liquid into one arm, and the other is pumping a strangely orange looking fluid into the other arm. I can feel the two liquids burn where they enter and as they spread, but I'm too lethargic to do anything about it. When I look to my right side I see a man with long, dark hair in a similar position as me. However, his liquids look a different color and he seems a lot more like he was enjoying the situation. He's awake, and when he notices me looking at him he begins to scream in a very lunatic matter, "Awake! Awake! Awake!"

Two scientists quickly run into the room at his loud screeching, one to my bed and one to his. They both pick up a syringe filled with a radiant green liquid and insert the needle up the insides of our arms. While he accepts it very calmly and drifts into unconsciousness, I panic because of the severe pain it causes and begin screaming myself. It's a short lived one as I quickly black out as well.

This time when I awake, I'm sitting in an auditorium with a group of my classmates. Our principal is walking around the room speaking about something, and then she begins pointing out people to come join her. I end up being one of the six chosen. At first I'm confused as to what's going on, but suddenly I get the urge to want to please someone's wishes and a smile comes across my face and the faces of the other five chosen. One by one we begin demonstrating our powers. When my turn arrives, I begin shifting into a few animals and pick my true display of power to be a medium-sized dragon and kill and devour the first row of students. I can sense that it bodes very well with whoever my masters are. The rest of the students chosen with me show their equally ferocious powers, and then our principal walks back downstage and begins pointing out students once more. These seem more terrified than us, and I realize that I was once in their position. In the earlier part of my dream, I had been chosen to become a weapon and had been escaping from it. However, the fact no longer applied to me, so I stood passively on the stage with my fellow beings and watched as the chosen students were taken out of the room.

As for the rest left behind, we six were allowed to do whatever we wanted. The result was gore and utter chaos and destruction. As we're killing the last of the ones left behind, I wake up from my dream.

*I am somewhere around highway or motorway. There are several train lines and I can see many trains staying as if there was some train traffic jam. I can recognize one of the trains, it is Pendolino with its typical white, blue and yellow colours.

**I am walking down a long street at night (dream sign). It looks like a motorway with two lines in each direction. I notice green lane for cyclists. As the cars pass in both directions it creates the lines as when one takes picture with long exposure. I notice that the lights reflect on the street, it must have been raining recently. Then I notice that along the road, cyclist lane and pedestrian lane are light slopes everywhere, with colourful rings as the light sources. I am amazed (not realizing it’s a dream). !!!I think to myself, that they should turn down the intensity of the lightning because it burns too much energy (as it hurts my eyes), but then I think to myself, “This is just the way it is these days.”
By my right hand side is a large garden surrounded by forest. It has precise rectangular shape and there is a large mason like house at the far end. Then I get this (as if) message from my mom and my brother to go home, to that house, where I apparently live. (I am not sure I can see them though). I realize that it’s the 12th of March. It’s my birthday!!
Next I am in one of the room of the house. There are two large sofas, one of which is facing away from me and the other facing along...on which my mom and my brother sits. I look at them and then I notice that behind the of the sofas are some presents. I can recognize foldable green bike and a big box of LEGO and some other things. I feel touched. I feel like crying out of happiness or being loved. My mom asks me what’s up. I only shake my head to give her a sign that I am fine, because I feel that if I start speaking I would cry.

no attempts to MILD or WILD this time- i was too tired, as i was up very late. A more vivid dream this time, with something approaching a coherent (but by no means rational) story.

DREAM STARTS
It's my birthday again, and i'm on a long riverboat/houseboat-ey type thing- however, it seemed to be much larger than expected. The man who owned it was a tour guide, and he said he had to go, and asked me to cover for him. He quickly explained the controls, and left. People started boarding the ship for the tour, and I had to pilot the boat and give the tour, despite not knowing the area. We went past a few familiar locations, including the church near my college, despite the fact that it's about a mile away from the sea, and at least 2 miles away from any rivers.
When people had left, i opened a birthday card. It was from someone who I hadn't seen since i left high school. The card was an invitation; She said that her father owned an island off the south coast, and that we were welcome to go there as a holiday. After reading it, i looked out of the window. There are zombies running about on the bank, with a few tumbing into the water to try to reach the boat. We decide that the safest place would be the island, as it is isolated and sparsely populated. I then find myself in a supermarket, which i recognise as being the one near my mother's house, some 200 miles away. An employee walks up to me, and i recognise it to be an old friend i hadn't spoken to since he dropped out of college.
I then wake up on the island. The person who sent me the card, Jess, was standing there, telling me that the zombies were on the island. We retreated to a manorhouse surrounded by open fields, and suddenly i found myself in command of a medieval army- 'controlling' them in a similar manner to the Total War video games. I remember ordering spearmen to break a cavalry charge; the cavalry appeared to be the zombies riding giant boars. I woke up shortly after that.

DREAM ENDS

I'm noticing a bit of a trend of shop-related dreams. Although it's different shops, could that be a dreamsign?
Also, HOW i didn't realise i was dreaming i have NO idea... Clearly my grip on reality is tenuous at best..

Dream Type: Non-Lucid
Dream Vividness: 7.5-8.5
Other: The dream was pretty detailed, but I can't recall the dream in sequence.

It starts out at night. I am sitting down criss-cross style on someone's backyard. It's a very clear night. The moon is big and plump in the sky and it's very bright. There's other houses next to us and theres no fence in the back. I remember sitting next to Charles Trippy and maybe Alli. (I don't get why theres alot of famous people in my dreams. XD) We were either just sitting there in the backyard conversing or having a camp out. I don't remember.

The next thing we know is that there was a howl in the back near the trees and the full moon and it seems that in that town it meant something dangerous or that wolf would come attack. We got up and ran as quickly as possible to a rock staircase type of thing and I could see a bunch of other children hurrying to escape. I went onto the top of the staircase and there was some sort of boat, crate, type of thing. (Those things the window washers are on when they clean tall buildings except there was like a huge L shape one that was going on a river to help us be safe.)

Next I remember us holding on the a railing because the part that my friends and I were on flipped over and it was pretty easy to hang on to the railing so we wouldn't fall into the water. (The wolves might have been in the water after us.) The thingy flipped back over and everything was okay. I can remember looking out to the city on the shore of the river and it was a very nice view. Alot of city lights.

Then I woke up.