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Thursday... I was probably asleep by 9 or 930. Off comp around 830, pretty exhausted.

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I got up once and remembered two dream fragments very vaguely. I think one was a forum thread but I forgot what forum. The other seems more involved but I lost them. Fell back asleep quickly.

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The next round of dreams I remembered in more detail. In the beginning, there was a big scene with Vegeta fighting Dabura. Dabura was huge, like his head was 5 times as tall as Vegeta. I thought it was waking life and a Youtube Clip. It scared me. I wanted to not look. However there were moments when Vegeta pummeled Dabura. I wanted to loop those to feel more hopeful, even though Vegeta seemed to lose.

I think there were more such moments. Something intense happened to the planet. Not sure. I remember trees in that scene.

I remember being in a food store. Something with one or two Oriental or Hispanic people.

Maybe something with a dog. Not sure.

Now my memory gets clearer. I was in a cafeteria room thing. (G), my first girlfriend from when I was about 14, was there. She was dating someone else.

We were in a cafeteria with circular tables. I got dessert and sat with (G). Now we were together and the guy she was with was gone. Something about eating the dessert. A little is vague here. I got up to get something else we wanted.

Walking to the front, I knocked over the projector rollout screens twice. People seemed mad at me. The thumb tacks went rolling on the floor. People were like, "You'll never find those push pins." But I easily found them. I attributed my ocular focus to something but I forgot what.

Then I went outside. I guess I ran one way or maybe just ended up in a parking lot. Not sure. There was something about how it had been snowing. I only had my sneakers, but I was gonna have to run accross the football field to get something, before it was too late. So I didn't want my sneakers to have to be all wet but they would. However it became warm without me noticing.

I clearly remember being in a parking lot and hearing (SD) and (JV) talking about dating.

As I heard them talk, I started running through the parking lot, back to the building down the road. I ran between some parked cars. Other cars were pulling in. I looked to the window for smoke, but no one was. 'Wow, lucky day,' I thought.

Running speed was good. In the dream context, I was thinking of how I hadn't lifted heavy in a week, and this would make me run much faster. I started to jump about 5 feet with one leg. 'Wow,' I thought. 'What a good way of running. I should always run like this.' Not realizing it was a dream.

There was a field to my left as I approached the building. I had to cross it to go in. So I went in there. There were four Japanese women with glowing auras. They had a disc they would play catch with, without touching the disc. They floated above it and rotated it underneath them, between their ankles, then above their head, then passed it. The aura was golden and the disc was reddish. It was dark out.

I joined right in, feeling confident that I could do it too. Without realizing it was a dream, I levitated and telekenetically passed the disc back to them. At some point I fumbled a little, and the woman on the left laughed. I wasn't too offended or anything, but I wished they would have noticed the skill I did spontaneously demonstrate, instead of kind of judging me. What do they expect? I've never done it before.

I ran accross the field some more and back into the school. Someone wanted red volley balls. I got into the gymnasium and there was a whole big hammock (like a 50 by 50 hammock) covered in red volley balls. Maybe it was superhumanly high up. However I was able to knock some down. So someone played with a red volley ball.

At some point my friend (E) turned out to be there. Apparently he had been there all along because I was his ride home. It was getting late as I was managing time with (G), time with another woman, a class thing, and getting my stuff to the car. "You could do my bidding," I suggested to (E). "I don't want to do your bidding," he replied.

He had assumed I was doing something highly illegal. So I just explained how I needed him to keep (G) company while I got to my class and picked up my stuff. It was late, too, perhaps approaching midnight. He understood that and agreed, since it would speed things up, for him to get home. He was wearing grey, too. I thought (E) and (G) might like each other and that was no problem.

With them there in the cafeteria, and (G) not alone any more, I went up to the class. At the same time, I think that (E) and (G) came upstairs and joined us. I felt estranged from (G) and she gravitated towards some of her friends. One of her friends had blonde hair. Then as a group I think we all walked up stairs. I remember sprinting up stairs at least once, maybe multiple times. In a big hurry, very overwhelmed.

We got to the upper class room and there was a counselor. It was like group therapy. However, all 6 to 10 people wrote every word the therapist said, for legal reasons. I saw some and it looked like inner child writing, but people were using their right hand. However my dream had still rendered it as inner child writing, which many times it renders handwriting as.

There was a form handed out with some boxes for things like SSN and all that. I either took one for later or left it. Sorry this part is a little jumbled. I had to go downstairs and back up. I had a key to get back into the building. It got later and (E) and (G) had to wait more. Eventually I ran back up to the class room with (E) to get what I'd left there. Wanted to take a storage bin but they were all full. So I just got everything in my arms. It was very chaotic.

I hadn't filled out the form thing, so I needed to take another to do while I was away. I got really mad when there didn't seem to be another. I began to curse and fume. Then with (E) there, I kinda caught myself. "Sorry, (E). I was just getting angry. I'm trying to work on that." I didn't curse and fume as much any more, and found a folded up form I could take. It was folded up into a square thing.

Then we went back downstairs. I forgot what else happened with (E) and (G). I remember seeing the blue bin in the therapist's office with papers sideways in it. Maybe something happened at the end, or maybe it just faded out.

I had another mini dream thing where there was concern for some water blasts going accross the land. It showed these two streams of water like a Hydro Pump shooting accross some land. People were concerned that it was bad for the Earth. However, it was not man made, but a natural phenomenon. I think that was it, for that part of the dream.

Cool! So I got these down. Kind of sad about the first round of dreams. I didn't recall much anyway but I'll keep my Voice Recorder running just for those small tid bits that I wouldn't want to go through all the trouble of opening up the computer for.

I'm happy about this dream. Wow! Now, it's 4:14 AM. So I must have slept until about 3:15. 9, to probably 1, up a little, then 3:15, so, 6 to 7 hours of sleep. I'll probably manage to get one or two more sleep cycles... Hopefully two.

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Okay, so now, its 5:56. It took a while to sleep so I must have only slept 30-45 minutes. So now I'm at 7-8 hours, closer to 7.

I might have forgot some earlier parts. My memory of it starts with being at my Nana's. Some stuff happened with my Aunt C, Uncle C, Nana, maybe Dad. Not sure. I might have woke up a moment, recalled, something, and fell back asleep. Maybe, maybe not.

I remember being in my Nana's drive way and there were some cars there and some plants. I ducked under some plants to escape something and was afraid the plants would make me itchy. Examining them, I saw they probably weren't poison ivy. But still worried.

After a computer part, I was in a room with couches. I was one of 8 to 12 actors there, being prepared for a movie. A young kid came and sat next to me. I felt a warmth but he hadn't touched me. I think it made me get lucid or I got lucid shortly after.

There was one guy there who was hung over and being abusive. Really not in a good place. bags under his eyes and such.

He was especially abusive toward a darker haired guy there. I guess everyone else ignored it. I forgot what else happened, maybe the director was saying some stuff. I tend to hone in on whose being abusive due to childhood.

So then everyone seemed to dissappear, and I was definitely lucid. I think one woman was in the room. I felt overwhelmed, like I had been dreaming forever.

I have these square wall mirrors from Target. They have no frame, just like 12' by 12' squares. There was one in the same shape but gold, and another green one, both still reflective. The gold one seemed to call out to me, 'Come and pick me up!' But it was more of a feeling.

I went over and picked it up. It had a yellow square character on there and a grey square it was on top of. The grey square was just an outline of a square. There were some words like "Im Ib Il" but I don't remember them now. I tried to read them out loud, and managed to pronounce them.

I looked at myself in the mirror, crying out. "I have to remember all this!!!" Just feeling overwhelmed by how much there was to remember. I guess my dream-state-self has learned that after many dreams which seem so vivid and memorable, I wake up drawing several blanks on key parts. There is alot of sadness there but we are continuing to make progress on bridging the worlds.

Eventually I put the mirror down and noticed the green one. I looked around, being lucid. There was a young person on a computer. I went and sat near them. They were looking up things and I saw words on the screen. They seemed nervous. I wasn't sure what to say. I had sat on their left side.

There was a woman at a computer accross the room. I went to see what she was doing. Not really thinking of wanting to fly or eat stuff or any of those possibilities, just being more social I guess. The woman was doing meetup groups. Thoughts of more things to ask her came to mind, as if I had the chance to do the "talk to your subconscious mind in a dream" thing. However, the dream ended.

False awakening! The dream ended but it was a false awakening. I had to go to the bathroom but didn't want to!!! I just wanted to write my dream. One woman in the room was playing some hip hop song which said "I want my life back" and other parts. In a male voice.

My dream journal chair was as it was. My pillows had blue pillow cases and I was gonna have to arrange them. I got up to use the restroom anyway. There were pots and pans around that I tried to pee in, to save time. But the bathroom was right there, so I went. The lights were on. That could be a dream sign. But I didn't get lucid.

The toilet was tiny, like one gallon. I started to fill it up. It was very yellow in color which usually isn't in waking life, more clear. After trying a metal stove pot on the side that was already almost full too, I heard the lyric "I want my life back" and realized I was gonna need to ask these people to turn that off for me to dream journal.

I went back out there and I think I tried setting up the chair. The dream details spun in my head and I was trying to hold them.

I was relieved when I had an actual physical awakening because all the dream details weren't delayed. I was able to slowly collect them back.

Lately when I try to recall dreams, I notice there are other competing thoughts. There usually were, to some extent, but I had an easier time focusing back on the dream. This is no surprise the other thoughts come up stronger, because I am more active in some other areas of my waking life. However, I wish I could be totally, 100% focused on my dream recall at those times, with nothing else "in my way". So I will keep practicing that. In 2022 I will have 10 yrs of dream recall so I will be even stronger then.

Now its 6:28. I doubt I will get back to sleep. 7-8 hours is like minimum for me. I'll try to lay back down.

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Started the day.

I was with Claire and a guy from work, Kamiel. We were in what I think was an empty general store, after hours. An unknown (human) enemy attacked us, and we were forced to fight. I helped Claire fight her attackers, then moved to Kamiel and did the same for him. But once I'd done that, I looked back and saw they'd somehow knocked Claire unconscious and were carrying her away. It felt weirdly impossible, as they weren't there last time I looked in their direction. I figured this was a video game, and this was a scripted event. Either way, worried for her safety, I rushed towards them but was slowed down by more goons who got in my way. I pushed them aside or ran past them, and managed to get through the door at the end. I knew this wasn't supposed to happen. This was scripted and this space was supposed to be unreachable for the 'player', me. I found myself in a large factory, that had people working on conveyor belts everywhere. They all stopped to look at me. The way they did it felt weird and unnatural, and I knew it was because I wasn't supposed to be here. These characters didn't have advanced AI or animations because the room was only supposed to be visible through a window in the door. Anyway, I saw they'd carried Claire through another double door at the end of a short corridor. I rushed after them, but couldn't open the door. I think they probably 'despawned' a few meters down the hall. I yelled after Claire, swearing I'd come for her. Like many dreams involving her character, we knew each other but I had hidden feelings I was too scared to show. Her getting in trouble unleashed those emotions of caring and worry, and gave me the speed and strength to try and save her.

What followed was another 'chapter' in the game, but featuring a main character other than myself. The character was a young boy (8, maybe 10 years old) navigating a dark alley with a flashlight. I knew the game's chapters were being played in reverse, as this chapter supposedly happened before mine.

Ok. 8:37 getting off the comp for bed.

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Okay! So, it took me a while to fall asleep. Maybe an hour, but I made it. I had one mini dream of a little wet cloth touching a side of a bath tub. There was some kind of special word in it.

Then I woke up a little, recalled it, and fell back asleep. The next dream was something short. I recalled it and fell back asleep. Now I can't remember what it was.

This next one got more involved. It seemed to be about my appointment tomorrow with (J). So where did it start? I was looking all over for my paper. I remember running in the woods. Running in the woods, thinking this will fix my dopamine receptors. At the arboretum. I remember it felt cool to run, and feel my lungs breathe.

The paper had his phone number on it. I hoped it was the right number. I called, and it turned out to be. But, it was an older woman. I was also running around upstairs to close the windows. Wind was blowing in. I didn't want to lose all the heat once it got cold at night.

My Nana, Aunt C, Uncle C, Dad, Mom and sister were there. Maybe others. I remember using the land line phone and thinking of my cell phone. Hm, this memory is a little more jumbly than I thought.

We were on a hill. The hill led down to a shore line on the beach.

I remember my Uncle and Dad saying something on the hill. It was night. Wow, I feel sad now. I thought that was gonna be alot more detailed when I wrote it.

I think it ended with my Dad having these really weird legume type things. They looked like extra big, golden brown pieces of dried rosemary. And then there were these other things. White circular things with some spiky top.

He said they were for helping go to the bathroom. They seemed too hard. Anyway, I think I took a few. He was going to give them to someone.

Something with my lap top in there maybe. We confirmed the appointment.

So I woke up and recalled that. However, I fell back asleep. This time by mistake. The other two times I chose to go back to sleep since it has just been a moment of a dream.

I dreamed of my room mate from college. I had been taking college courses but also playing guitar for 1.5 hours a day. Learning lots of songs, really fast. I remember thinking of how I played some impressive songs at a party.

I was out in town, near buildings and pavement and side walks. I was zooming in and out of something with a stair case, on my phone.

There was a rapper doing a song. I can't remember the words now. It's the first time I thought of it. But I knew who it was. The top of the stair case seemed to change.

Then I sat at the top of the stair case. About to do something else on my phone. I grabbed a pencil and tried to use the eraser side as a stylus and it made giant gashes in my screen.

'Oh no!' I thought, and tried to rub the screen clean. Nope, there were deep, deep gashes in the screen. I thought of asking my Dad if he could find another one of these Samsung Galaxies on sale at Amazon. But not sure how I'd do my hand-writing app with all these bumps.

I tried to run the stylus over them. It didn't seem like good news. I felt angry or sad or grief. I looked at the pencil eraser. There were some metal parts exposed that looked razor sharp. I felt like someone had planted it there to trick me into scratching up my phone.

Then I woke up in my physical bed. What a relief. Phone screen destruction night mares used to be alot more common. But then they went away so I stopped using it as a dream sign. I wasn't prepared! Oh well.

I also had a moment of maybe dream journaling in the dream. It said a name.

I thought, okay. That must be what I dreamed about in that second round of dreams. But maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. It was what I dreamed of dream journaling is all I am sure of.

Okay! It's only 12:03 AM, meaning I slept 2-3 hours so far. Weird, it felt like more sleep. Okay, back to bed! Wish me luck falling asleep!

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Okay! I just woke up and recalled another round. Here it is.

Nana's. My memory starts with me at Nana's. I remember being with my sister in Nana's room. She was on the chez lounge.

I think there was something with my Mom and Dad that's vague. Maybe a spill in the bathroom. I remember standing in a big sun spot in Nana's dining room. "It is so warm in this sun spot," I said to my sister and others nearby. There might have been a big plant there.

I think Nana's front door was open. I think there was alot more to that part which got forgotten as the dream went on.

In the next scene I remember, I had some kind of pie thing. Someone else was taking it. I only remember this vaguely.

I got lured to this opening to a trail where bees flew around. I saw the bee go for my pie. I think one of them, I protected myself, and its upper body imploded. So only its thorax was flying. (I don't harm bugs in waking life. Guess I felt threatened in the dream.) There was another bee, so I ran.

I wish I could remember the part before that. Blah.

When I ran back into the field or courtyard thing, there were spider webs sealing off each exit. They appeared quickly over the entrance I'd just come in by. It was brown dirt and outdoors.

I decided to get a stick and gently move one web so I could go out. I was still running, I think from the bee. (I also usually avoid breaking a spider's web in waking life due to all that hard work they did.)

When I turned around, a big furry mongoose snake hybrid poked its head out. It was brown. It didn't come at me though. When I turned around again another animal thing came out from the other side.

There may have been a Pokemon part.

After some unsureness, my memory starts at a library. I remember red stair cases. I remember night mode on screens. I remember wanting to print something.

My friend was using the computer by the printer to print his book. He told me I should get his book. Sorry, I wasn't really interested. I sat down, waiting for his book to finish. Some spiritual advisor guy sat down near me, talking to someone else. It sounded like program talk, very white-light and that kind of thing.

I started doing hyperventilating breathing and punching my legs, also growling. This was kind of because I needed to and also to be sure to make those pasty program people remember anger. I was angry about something. I forgot what it was now.

I also remember looking at all the library shelves, and what stairs to go up.

When I sat back down, I noticed a black hand gun was on the table. No one seemed to notice it, so I put it into my bag. In the context of the dream, it was my gun, but I wasn't planning on hurting anyone. I wasn't sure why I had it.

I must have got up, done something else, and come back. When I came back, the gun was out of my bag again, on the table. Was someone taking it out of my bag as a hint? Then, the guy behind the counter put on his headphones, and brandished a silver night stick. "You might wanna go use the bathroom," he said, hinting that I should leave my bag there again, so they could finish confiscating the gun.

"It's not what you think," I tried to explain. Then I woke up briefly and recalled it, then fell back asleep into the same dream. I was pretty relieved when I woke up and found that it had just been a dream.

When I got back to that, I was going up stairs in the library. Looking for tissues to blow my nose comes to mind. Oh, I had alot of boogers. I had so many boogers all over my hand. I also saw lots of boogers rubbed on the wall so I figured I'd rub my boogers there too.

Afraid the people would be suspicious why I'd left, I got ready to explain to them, how I was embarrassed about the boogers. Once I got further up, there was a big vat thing with fluid. I heard DG saying that he got a full time job through this new government program.

That's what it was. There was a new job program from the government, giving people more jobs. I was not interested, but DG was excited about it.

He said how he was working a full time job, and taking classes at night, to advance. This seemed silly to me. Trying to cram in too much.

I guess I went back down and my back pack was there. I think I typed some things or tried to manage my print-outs. I forgot what MK's book was about. But I know the pages were coming out in night mode. I was afraid I'd have to return another day to print. This seemed not fun because I wanted to have it done.

Then I guess the library was closing. Some people were upstairs.

Another image or scene pops to my mind so vaguely though. Just on the tip of my tongue. Ah, no way of unraveling it.

BZ called something down to me.

So BZ calls something down to me. I reply with, "You dirty rotten smoker!! Why don't you quit smoking?" Something like that. So he came on his way down.

The group of them got down stairs and came towards me. I thought of my gun in my bag, just in case, but was afraid to pull it out. In case it would just get me in trouble.

BZ became C and C walked right towards me. I started apologizing and gave him a hug. "I'm so sorry I called you that. I am just so upset about the smoke. But it was mean." We hugged for a while. He was kind of pinching a nerve in my back but he stopped. His clothes didn't smell like smoke, as I feared they would.

Because we were both males, the body positioning was a little awkward. I began to realize this after a while. So it got kinda awkward and so we kinda backed away. I guess that showed that by not having a gun, I had to use other means to make it safe for myself, like making amends. But if I'd had a gun, I wouldn't need to make amends. (I don't own guns in waking life.)

Then, it shifted, and lots of people started to stampede through. It became a long corridor. (I'm getting a little flash back of an earlier scene but IDK how to unravel it!) There were lots of African American people. Two men had silver or chrome teeth but with braces on top of that. I was like, "Awesome teeth!" And then I saw Ira. I was like, "Awesome teeth, Ira!"

Then two women were to my left. More elderly women. One gestured toward the other, and she showed me a big tongue ring. It was like a straight poke-through piercing. I said something like, "Cool, thanks for showing me!"

As I ran with them, I remembered that I want to recall that earlier part with the bugs. I had a sense I'd have an easy time remembering all those dreams. When I woke up, that proved not to be the case... I got the library parts but had some blank spots for the other earlier parts.

You know that feeling when you know for sure there was a dream detail there, but just not what it was? I figure if I know it was there, there's gotta be a way to unravel it.

Okay, now it's 2:40 AM in waking life time. I got 2-2.5 hours of sleep or 5-6 total so far. Hopefully I will get another 3-4 but just seeing how it goes. A lucid would be nice! But most importantly, whatever it is, I just want to remember it very, very thoroughly.

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I remembered in the last dream, someone definitely conned me into giving them something, before the bug part. It might have been CR. Couldn't unravel further. Does anyone have experience with unraveling a really distant dream detail?

Okay! I'm up with more dreams. My memory of these starts with Walter White from Breaking Bad, sitting with his back to a wall. He was saying how he and his wife would do anything to get out of depression. I felt like I had an answer.

There was more before that. At least 2 big scenes. There was something with an app. It said "Inner Child". It was a way of doing a phone meeting but from a special app with special features. Something about costing 3.99 or so. The screen was green.

I was thinking the app wouldn't help, because for phone meetings, people could do those free. No one would go to ones they had to buy an app to go to.

I forgot what else had happened earlier though.

Then I guess I was in the app without having paid. I was being shown various talks and forum threads. There was a talk going on where they talked about how harming a child is wrong. And if the child is crying, the person causing it should stop. But they often don't.

As I heard this, I cried deeply, realizing my trauma. I was sitting in my dream journal chair on recline, in front of a monitor. My sister and Dad were around. I was walking around at times and my sister wondered why I had to have that on, it was unpleasant to her. I had stationed little pieces of paper around the monitor area and heard my Dad (in my mind) complaining about the pieces of paper. They had trauma recovery stuff written on them.

I felt bad that it might upset my Dad. He always seemed to "function" like a machine, no matter what, but if he began to heal from trauma I am sure that he would break down. Either way I think its something that can't be bypassed.

I had been digging my feet into the ground unconsciously. When I went to sit back down, the whole bottom portion of the chair had caved in, because it didn't have the pillow underneath it properly. (Long story of how I designed my special chair). I saw that the legs of the chair had indented the tan carpet, and I had pushed it backwards by a foot. So I tried to adjust it back.

50 Cent was doing a rap about Jay-Z and another rapper. Something about it was humorous. I tried to scroll back to loop the 5 minutes of the audio that was giving me so much catharsis over my trauma.

I remember the pieces of paper with words, in the cups. I was sad about my trauma but also glad to be having the tears, since I want to heal. I am unable to cry in waking life due to brainwashing but I've had some healing weeps in dreams.

Okay, so then, I think I woke up, and recalled all 3 scenes. The one I just said, the half of the one before it I said, and maybe the rest of the earlier parts I was unable to unravel.

I must have drifted to sleep again, this time lucid. I found myself on the beach.

I was with (A). In a kind of house thing but it only had the beams on each corner and roof... No walls! So we could see out to the beach all around. I guess it was for putting a tent over as needed.

We were talking about something when I realized I was in a dream, and became lucid. He had a bowl of pasta with red sauce and parmesan cheese to eat. He sat up on a table and I stood on the ground there. I think I was talking to him first while he ate, but I wondered if I could have some food, too. Being that it was a dream, I would have loved to have had some italian food!

I think I was telling (A) about my previous dream. He took a turn to speak, but while he spoke, he prepared his next bite of food, stirring around the sauce. As he finished speaking, he took a 2-3 inch diameter chunk of parmesan cheese to eat, and ate that. There were other big chunks too. He looked alot like (A) from waking life.

There were some big meat balls in an oven. The oven was open but they seemed to be baking. Nothing seemed for me though. (A) said, "Looks like your pasta got really solid." And pointed to a brown rock near by, on a beam counter top thing.

It was definitely a rock. But I wanted to have some fun here. He knew it was a very solid and hard rock. I looked at it, got ready, felt some doubts, but went for it anyway. Like I had intended, it became powder in my mouth. It was like a semi-sweet powder.

(A) was pretty amazed. I offered him to test the remaining rock if it were still a rock. Sure enough, to him, it was a solid, hard stone. But I was able to bite it.

"You must be so wise, that you're teaching me something, without acting like you know you are," I said to him. I meant that I thought he was lucid, too, but acting like he wasn't, to teach me. It felt like more of a shared dream than a subconscious dream.

This is where it gets really interesting. And more what i feel are third-party entities come along.

In the distance, I saw about 5 men with black hand guns approach. All wearing some soldier uniform, one brighter yellow green, one greener, I forgot the rest. Some helmets.

I felt some fear as they approached. Being lucid, I got ready to fly. There was a beam I would first aim to jump to, then a roof higher up, which I could escape from.

"Come with us," they ordered me. 'No,' I thought, and jumped up to the beam. I felt heavier, and hadn't flown yet in the dream. Maybe they were making me a little less able to fly. I aimed for the roof and jumped up. Got up about 10 feet but I would have needed another 5 feet.

Looking down, I saw two of the men had the hand guns pointed at me. "Get down here like we said, or we'll shoot!" I didn't want to feel a bullet if I moved another inch. "Okay, I'm coming down," I said. "I'm coming down!! Don't shoot!!" I added, afraid they would just be so reactive that they'd fire anyway.

I was afraid to go with them. It didn't seem like a good place to go... Where as I could talk about my trauma healing dream with (A), I felt my body go cold and numb when I got near these "dream agents" or whatever they were. But, I was gonna just go with them, I guess. I half expected it to be a long dream of me being imprisoned, questioned, something like that.

When my feet touched the dream ground, I simply woke up. I don't know if I would have woke up if I'd have kept fighting, trying to fly away or deflect the bullets. If it was a shared dream with (A) it probably seemed kinda weird to see all that, if he woke up and remembered. But I could see how if (A) was non-lucid, the "dream police" would come to get me for doing alchemy on the stone. Still, I already did it! So, too late.

I've heard of these dream police when showing off dream abilities. Maybe it's just a schema. Or maybe its an actual thing that happens "out there" in the shared-dream field and by accepting the reality of it, I can learn how to... Work around it, fight it, deal with it, etc. What do you think?

Now it's 4:31 AM. I hope to sleep at least once more but maybe even twice. I think I've accumulated 6-7 hours of sleep by now. Need more!

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Alright! I got me some more dreams.

First I dreamed of being in a restaurant I worked at growing up.

Only it was criss-crossed to where the manager was someone from a different restaurant I'd worked at. It was early in the season. A couple had sat in the front at a square 4 top.

T (The manager) had already taken some of their orders. I was surprised that he had memorized everything. The people started to tell me that they wanted wine coolers. They already seemed to have cups so I was confused.

I sat down with them and said, "I haven't worked here in a year!" My voice sounded different. I remember the windows in the front, and the dark brown. I forgot if anything else happened.

I woke up, recalled that, and went back to sleep. "No way I'll forget that," I thought. However, I almost did forget it... after I woke up and recalled the next dream, it took me quite a while to dig that one back up.

Well, I fell back asleep, and had another dream. I was on the computer. Then I decided to go on a forum. Before I could make it to the forum, I woke up.

I woke up and recalled those, then recovered the memory of the restaurant dream. I decided to let myself go back to sleep before recording because they were short dreams.

My last dream I dreamed about a computer again.

I dreamed I was in my back yard too. So, I woke up, recalled those, and got up and typed.

Now its 7:20 AM meaning I slept another 2 hours. So now I have 8-9 hours of sleep under my belt. It still seems like not enough, and that I could sleep more. I will see if thats possible and if not, start my day.

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Well, looks like its time to start my day. I can always nap if I'm tired. That was really nice to have a full night sleep again.

Well, I think I was asleep by 830 or 9. And then I must have woke up at 1245 or 1. So that's 4 hours of sleep. But now its 1:44 AM and I couldn't sleep. I tried 2 body scans.

My only dream I remembered from that time was something with text, on a forum, about how to deal with my anger towards smokers. And something at a location of the trail I was at yesterday.

So I got up and I'll do some reading/writing until I get tired...

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Okay now its 3:35 AM. Wow, I sure had alot of energy. Spent like 2 hrs doing my different work online. I was very productive and I guess I just had alotta energy. But now I feel sleepy and gonna lay down...

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Its 4:08. I tried listening to Eckhart Tolle to help me fall asleep. after ~20 mins I just knew it wasn't happening. IDK What's going on with me. Up again.

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Now its 3:40 PM. (Not AM) I napped from like 1:30 PM to maybe 2:15 then nap again until maybe 3:30.

I surprisingly woke up from a dream and remembered it, which is rare during the day. There was a scene in the beginning with a convertible car, and 2 parents? Maybe the parents asking me if what I was doing was really good for me.

I tried and tried to remember it, but couldn't. I think I remember a female dream figure and some vine thing.

I remember a bit later of a part with trying to play a video game. One character had a spoon with a picture of Bowser on the inner-part of the spoon, with horns. He put it over his face. It was meant to be a mask and/or a trophy.

He was going down the stairs side ways, and had got half way down. Playing Super Mario 64 on Youtube and had got 164 stars. He was considering going back up the stairs before going all the way down. Concern about symmetrical leg usage.

I woke up and recalled that. I am still going over it in my mind but the rest is just on the tip of my tongue. But there comes a time when I'm like, okay. If I was gonna remember it, it would have come to me by now. Time to give up.

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I got off the computer around 7 and stopped taking in any media. That's kinda my policy now since I need processing time. I think I was asleep by my goal time of 9.

Okay so dream one not much was recalled. I recalled driving through a crowd of people to get to a mall. I had my windows wide open because I thought I knew the people. When i realised I didn't know them, I quickly shut my windows, afraid of smoke.

I came accross some friends sitting against a wall. P S and J R and some others. But I don't remember what we did or said.

There was another part to that dream I initially recalled but then fell asleep!

I dreamed again and woke from them. This time it was a little clearer but still groggy. I remembered something with being at a food store. Something about needing to use the bathroom.

I was at my Nana's. She cooked for us. I was trying to do something on my phone. There were alot of alerts on my recovery forum. I was telling someone that if they use machines for exercises, make sure their back isn't held in place, so they can adjust the angle. Trying to explain that.

There was a bully at my Nana's. He was talking about something abusively or just something that felt wrong to me, at Nana's table, with another friend. I called him out on it. He was a big guy. He tried to invalidate me. I continued writing my thing, beginning to fume.

Then 6 of us were going to give talks about a recovery topic.

My turn was last. A glass was rolling around on the floor. I was afraid the bully guy was going to say, "Just skip his turn! Let's get out of here!" I saw him more and more as a sick and wounded person, and that's where his bullying came from. Not really an evil person but acting quite hurtfully towards me, in his diseased thinking and defense mechanisms. Out of touch with true feelings.

So before he could speak, I said that it's my turn, and I don't want him to cut me off. He kind of laughed, tauntingly. I felt it was hard to speak. My voice was so quiet. The guy at the front of the room was wearing a dark black or grey shirt with yellow pumpkin carving moon design things semicircley things on it. He said, "Wrap it up" or "Hurry it up." This is always a huge trigger for me - Being told to not talk as much or something. Being oppressed, rushed, or made to feel unimportant. Not given the chance to be fully heard.

I had already been thinking of saying it in 5 sentences though since I genuinely wanted to go, too. My first sentence was, "I was born with trauma." Then I woke up. Oh, it had just been a dream.

I woke up, recalled and recorded that one. Then laid down to get back to zleep.

Falling asleep didn't seem like it was gonna happen. My legs were fidgety. But luckily, it happened. I'm glad I didn't give up because I had alot of wakefulness within my dream.

I thought I'd try just typing this instead of voice recording. Okay so initially I had a dream which was kind of underwater. It was like Sponge Bob, Mr. Krabs, Patrick, and other characters in some fight or something. It's kinda vague to me now because as you will see, the dream chain went on quite a while.

Okay so then the next thing was that I was going through a bin. It had a Pokemon crystal cartridge, but with no label. Then I was in a class room, talking to a dream figure.

She said that she didn't like classes. I remember the teacher was up front of the class and there were other kids there. I told her grades weren't such a big deal. Hey eyes opened wide at the revelation. I liked talking to her and felt I was being helpful. Not telling her to go live recklessly but just to have some balance in her life and let go of all the pressure and perfectionism.

Then everyone disappeared! I think I became lucid somewhere in there. Forgot exactly how. It must have just dawned on me.

Then I walked around and came accross a heavier set guy near a bus. He reminded me of someone I'd seen before, but now, I'm not sure who. I decided to talk to him.

"How are you?" I asked. "So, so," he replied. The words stuck with me. I don't remember the rest of the conversation, but it was pretty interesting.

Next there was a bus driver. We were near a yellow bus. There was something with maybe the bus driver being mean. I'm not quite sure.

I think there was a whole scene with non-human beings of some sort. but it got to be such a long dream chain that the details must have just faded.

What I remember next! Is waking up to dream journal. But in a false awakening! The light was on bright in my room. I was sitting at the edge of my bed and leaning on a light goldenrod brown colored table.

There was pop music playing, of a female singer. Playing loudly. I started to wonder how to turn that off. Then I realized that was my dream sign! So this might be a dream. I proceeded a bit cautiously, not being sure. I also noticed although I was sitting up to write, my voice recorder was also out.

I don't know if I tried a finger palm test then but I remember jumping up to fly. When I stayed in the air a bit extra longer, I got the sense it must be a dream.

I think that I had 3 more dream chains after this one but when I tried to recall it, I couldn't quite tell. So I will just do my best here.

I think the next part of the dream chain was the same dream. I flew downstairs and found lots of food. Ah it is so painful not knowing what I missed. I have this inner feeling there was something else cool but I just couldn't recall it. Just on the tip of my tongue, teasing me.

After flying around a little in the living room, I realized the dream was pretty stable. So I decided to go to the fridge. Then I realized there was food all around. Maybe it just appeared. Pretzels, white frosting dip in a tall tube, some sandwich things I think, and then a yellow-crust pie with purple filling appeared. The crust was really flaky.

Eating dream food is a really expansive feeling for me because I have food allergies in waking life. So I can hardly eat anything. So eating a big variety of dream food is akin to traveling the universe for me. The feeling of just being able to eat whatever I want, whenever I want, is something I can have only in a dream.

So I enjoyed the foods. I remember the pretzel was soft. I was like, "Why did Dad leave these all here?" More of a waking life thought. Then I thought of something sweeter and the pie appeared. And I dipped the pretzel generously in a big tube of white frosting. It definitely tasted sweet. I forgot the exact order of the earlier dream foods.

Maybe I rubbed my hands to stay stable around here. I know I did it at one point. Another thing was I went to drink water. I figured taking a drink of water in the dream would make me more stable because of hydration? I don't know but it made sense to me then. So I picked up a big poland spring thing. One of the ones that is like a 3 gallon water dispenser, the big plastic one. And drank from that.

I think I woke up briefly, thought about it, and popped back into it. At this point I saw the food again and wanted to be really sure it was a dream. I think a podcast or radio thing with a woman's voice was also playing.

Oh yeah I forgot. When I was floating before I tried a front flip but it didn't work.

My finger palm tests this time were very interesting. They made a kind of stringy bubble appear on the other side of my hand. I did it 4 times, just enjoying the sensation. I also attributed some dream stability to it. When I was sure, I went for more dream food.

Once I was satisfied with that, I decided to move on. Also I heard something coming, down the stairs! I became a little wary and went to the wall behind the stairs. I saw its back and it was a grey lego K'Nex creature.

I felt afraid of it. Like I had been dreaming so long that it was here to destroy me! So once it passed through the kitchen a bit (moving slowly) I went for the front door to escape.

It seemed to notice me and begin to turn around. Before I could make it to the front door. So I ran the other way to the back of the house where the kitchen door would be. However, I was surprised to find a glass door going outside to the back yard... In the middle, where the bathroom would have been!

I ran for that, hoping to jump and phase through it, saving time. Then I started to doubt myself. I wondered if the door just wouldn't open. So it was very expectational.

The door did open though, and I got out. I remember the door handles were interesting. The looked complex, designed to lock me in. As soon as I got a little bit out of there, I popped back into my bed, once more.

I feel I am missing a whole entire segment from my memory. This is what happens to some of my REM Rebound dreams when I have had insomnia. Really long dream, sometimes very lucid, but too long to remember it! And too groggy or rusty from being low on sleep and out of practice recalling longer dreams. So I guess for me regular sleep patterns would be ideal and give a higher percentage recall.

Then I laid in bed and the ringing got to be very intense. It almost scared me. More ringing than usual. At first I just laid there, seeing if I'd pop into a dream on my own. But then I decided to get up. I knew it wasn't my physical body moving, but a "dream" or "astral" body.

I stood up on my bed, still only experiencing self-proprieception, but having no sight. Like I could feel my limbs moving and my direction and all that but no sight except black. I put my arms up overhead and jumped toward my ceiling. As I jumped, I thought something like, "I want to go to a pleasant place" but those weren't the exact words. I don't remember the exact words but they felt just right.

I remember thinking that I'd like to go to a really nice expansive place. Or some place where I could face an issue, but where I'd have the strength to face it, and the support, too. Not just a place where I'd be totally steam rolled.

Well I appeared in space, surrounded by square screens or photographs. I flew around and looked at each one hanging there in space. I tried pulling some things out of the photos into 3 dimensional. In one case I got to eat salmon locks.

I just got a HUGE influx of the memory I lost. Something canine. Unfortunately it faded afterwards. Just on the tip of my tongue again.

Okay so I woke up after a little more exploration of the photographs. This time I was clearly in my physical bed, no false awakening or anything like that. I thought the dreams through.

As usual, and I will note this 100,000 times, during the dream, I felt so sure that I'd just remember it all with the utmost ease and detail. But once I woke up I realized... Oh, yeah. Uh. Wait, what just happened? So, that's just that.

I'm glad to have had such a lengthy dream. I wanted to type it right after I recalled it, instead of voice recording, then waiting to type it that day, which could be redundant. It was weird because after I recalled it, I was like, jammed up about what recording method to use. But theres a little urgency like, well, gotta try something before the memory fades.

Okay, back to sleep... Its only 5:52 A M so I should be able to sleep again.

I didn't get back to sleep. Sometimes I feel like I should be able to but don’t.

I got lucid briefly. There was something with "7X" Goku. (Giant shoulder pads) I was on a merry go round thing holding on with only my hands. I fought someone and pinned them to the ground and took their gun. I forgot a really interesting part but just remember getting lucid from some objects that were a dream sign.

Overwatch twitch streamer
4/29/2018
In this dream I was a m2f2m transgender overwatch twitch streamer. Wow, what a combo. I was getting ~20 viewers on average. I was using a facecam and made the mistake of mentioning my real name to the audience. The viewers then searched my past and found some racy photos and private info about me that I didn't want to get out to the public. Turns out I transitioned to female- voice, breasts, and all- and took naughty pictures before getting off treatment and going back to being male. The chat started asking questions and teasing me for my life choices. I had a dream memory of wanting to be a government employee. I was called in for an interview not knowing what specific job I had wanted. They offered me various jobs, and I agreed to an office job. They started the interview for it and I just absolutely bombed the interview. I feared more private info would get out and I panicked. I left a competitive game I was in and immediately felt my heart skip a beat. The entire chat was spamming MonkaS and Pogchamp. I quickly rejoined the game, but was afraid of getting punished by blizzard, the maker of the game overwatch.
For the record I am and have always been a straight male with no desire to become female in waking life.

Mascot job and minecraft drop.
Took a job at a school being a mascot. I was not the only mascot, there seemed to be about 20 of them in total. $10 an hour, not bad. I thought I had another job lined up to start in a week, but it turns out that one fell through. I still had a dress from when I was female from before the previous dream? I didn't use it. Visited grandparents later in the dream, but forgot details.
Another dream involved going through a 20x20 hole in a minecraft world. It was part of a mountain and the entrance shrunk before opening up to a large area. I recall looking at all the beautiful scenery that showed up from the other side of this hole, and as I was walking along a cliff, someone walking with me pushed a friend of mine down the cliff. It was a very very long fall, and at the bottom was a huge pond. The pond was completely surrounded by the mountains in a circle, so I worried both for the friend surviving the fall and how they'd get back out. The person who pushed the friend down there assured me the friend would be fine, but I wasn't convinced.

5/2/2018
Another dream of me committing a crime..Must be an internal fear. I was super exited to see the POTUS AND FLOTUS in the dream. I had a mini camera. It was a stick, taller than wide, but it was small. Just big enough to peak over my hand as I clinched my fist. I took a picture of the POTUS AND FLOTUS, but was charged a crime for this. I guess it had something to do with unauthorized photography or concealed camera or something lol.
I had a choice of paying a fine or getting a small jail sentence. I was in the Overwatch League, either in contenders or open division. I was not a pro though, it was like I won a contest or something. Very awkward for me, because there was a warrant out for the crime I had committed. I guess they didn't know who did the illegal act, but they announced what the charges were? I shared with my teammates that I was the one who did the crime and that got me kicked off the team. My Asian dad(Turns out I was Asian in the dream!) tried to get me into the Shanghai Dragons. He bribed the team $5000 to let me on their team.

A few hours later I recorded these two dreams.
Visiting brother
I was visiting my brother. He was super depressed and lonely. He lived alone and was very sickly. I was visiting with a few family members. We visited to try to support and encourage him, but he was very defensive on everything we said and did. He did not want out help and he rejected us. He offered me a soda. I went to grab a glass from the cabinet and found there were no clean glasses. In fact, there was no clean dishes at all. Many were piled in the sink and scattered around the counter and floor. I then saw that the trash was way overflowing as well. I was going to clean a dish and my brother like freaked out. He didn't want me touching his stuff. He expressed that he had no clean laundry and had not taken a shower in a long time either. I pleaded with my brother to please let me do the dishes or help around the house in some way, but he drove me and my family out of the house. I left in tears realizing I may never see my brother alive again due to how sick he was and how sad his life had become. (My brother is in a bad place iwl, but he is nowhere near that depraved.)

Invictus.
I dunno what caused me to realize I was dreaming, but I looked around me and saw I was in a dark house, with little lighting. To confirm the dream and ground myself I did the nose plug RC to great success. I could breath clearly through my plugged nose. This was a strange occurrence to me, because in the past when I do that RC I could breathe indeed, but it'd usually be as if I was congested or could only barely breathe. I then remembered to check if I could plug my nose and breath through it without using my fingers, but doing so only caused me to stop breathing. I looked at my hands for a second to try to increase the dream's clarity, but it either didn't work or I rushed through it. I then tried remembering my dream goals. I thought for a second, but couldn't figure it out. I then announced that around the next corner would be someone that could interpret my dream goal. I walked around the corner and indeed someone was there!

...It was my sleeping brother. I woke him up and told him he was dreaming, and a part of my dream. I explained that he would be the one to tell me what I was supposed to do in this dream. He just mumbled a few words about invictered, invict...something. He then fell back asleep. Figures. I leave this room and walk down a hallway and see a lit room at the end. I go to the end and I see my dad. I figure he must know what it is I wanted to do now. I say that I want to spawn something, and then try to share with him the word my brother tried to say. My dad clarified the word was Invictus. Invictus is what I am to spawn in this dream. Got it. (For the record, this was never one of my dream goals. I didn't know what Invictus was at the time let alone did I want to spawn such a thing.) Invictus is supposed to be some sort of alien invader that would be reaching earth soon. I walk through the hallway and open the front door and say to the sky "Invictus will invade in ten seconds." I then start counting down from 10, while searching the house for a weapon. I can't find one within the 10 seconds I had, so I just got outside and continue the dream plot. I then say "Invictus will invade now." As I had already counted down from 10 without anything happening. I was in a random neighborhood at dusk. The sun was going down and I could only see well due to street lights. As I look for Invictus I hear and see an aircraft flying overhead. A few soldiers then spotted me from a distance and mistook me for one of the alien invaders and shot at me. I surrendered and shouted "I'm innocent!" Then then came closer and put the arms around me and started walking me through the street. I then see 2 Velociraptors run past me as I realize things are getting real now. Some soldiers shoot at the dinosaurs with no success. I then see a dragon on the sidewalk on my right!

It was a very long yellow and black chinese dragon. The soldiers shot at it too until we got closer and found it was just a kids ride you'd see at a grocery store...Now 8 or so more Velociraptors passed by on the left with a leader dinosaur guiding them. I was about to look closer at the larger dinosaur but I got distracted by a crowd of people chanting to my right. They were shouting what seemed to be political slogans. I thought it very odd until I could hear just what they were saying. They had signs that read Trump 2020 and were saying things like "SUPPORT TRUMP"(To parody the slogan 'Abort Trump') and "All Lives Matter"(Opposed to only black lives matter). They spotted someone who disagreed with what they were saying and the one in charge of the march responded that they should all go and hug the person who disagrees with them.

A scary elephant came into my room.
I was scared and felt alot of doom.
I knelt by my bed and asked for help.
It was not sleep paralysis so I could yelp.
The scary elephant whispered "roger that".
I woke up in my bed laying flat.
It turned out it had just been REM sleep.
And now I had a new dream memory to keep.

(doo doo chh, doo doo doo chh)

In another dream I found some flowerbeds.
But instead of dirt, there were reptile heads.
I could see they had a lot of thirst.
And if they got thirsty that would be the worst!
So I flew to Wal Mart in 5 minutes flat.
Got a gallon of water and gave them that.
I was just glad that they were alive.
Those reptiples almost did not survvei.

(doo doo chh, doo doo doo chh)

I got lucid in another part and saw myself flying.
Surprised to get lucid cause I wasn't even trying.
It was a clone of my physical appearance.
I tried to stabilize and give the dream some clearness.
Because I had been dreaming a while,
I thought I'd take a more conservative style.
I asked my clone, "Want to recall what we dreamt today?"
But my clone wasn't interested and flew away!!!

(doo doo chss, doo doo doo chss)

And before I end this conversation,
I also want to mention my false awake-nin'
I found I had a golden retreiver dog!
I pet him and then went to find my dream log.
This was after I tried to astro-project...
And I did neglect- to have reality-checked!
My land line rang and played a pop song.
But I was in my dreaming mind and nothing seemed "wrong"!!!

(doodely doo doo ch ch ch ch)

My last verse will be about this class,
I heard while I was cleaning a thing made, of green glass-
The teacher said, "What if, when you were a kid,
Everyone showed you love, no matter what you said or did?"
The rest of the class cheered with enthusiasm.
The other dream details must have fell in a chasm.
Those wise words will stick with me.
I remember the dream also had a tree.

(the end!)

In this dream there were a lot of flashback type moments and fake memories, and I wasn't always sure whether I was in a flashback or a current timeline in the dream, so it is hard to write in chronological order.

I was working as a detective with the police in an american city that I didn't recognize. My partner was a man that you might think of as the stereotypical cop, big muscles, slightly overweight, very serious about his job. We worked out of a station on a new york-esque street and we each worked in the front of the building. The room was horizontal parallel with the street and had glass windows covering the entire wall kind of like you would see in a downtown clothing store. As we were looking over cases on the computers my partner got a call for us to check out the crime scene of a homicide. We immediately got up and left for the scene. It was raining hard and it was already dark outside. I got in the passenger seat of the car and we talked about the call as we drove out of the city and into the countryside. I got a call from a friend who apparently ran a crime organization or something, I think she was a weapons dealer or something like that. She told me that the cops were in coalition with the yakuza again. She said "aren't you glad that you joined that corrupt organization?"

Then there was a flashback type event where I remembered a point before I became a detective. I remembered the yakuza in the city controlling the streets and the police looked the other way. The robbers and murderers from their organization always "got away" because no one did anything about it. I remember vaguely someone getting stabbed in an alleyway.

Apparently this was in the past, the connection was eventually uncovered, and the corruption was supposedly purged.

As we were driving we got a call from the chief of police saying there was a criminal organization compound discovered and there all units were to report for an immediate raid of the compound with "assistance". I knew the deal behind it, that it was my friend's place and the yakuza were raiding it, but I didn't say anything to my partner.

My memory is a little vague for a while but when we got there it was in the middle of a almost canyon like place, and down into a big (maybe 30m wide) hole in the ground with water at the bottom (maybe a spring?) there was a walkway into a big metal door in the rock on the side of the hole.

I must have snuck away from the pack of police and yakuza gathering at some point, because I was on the other side of the hole spying what was going on hiding on the branches of a dead tree. No one seemed to notice me even though thinking back I should have been plainly visible in the situation as it was morning now and light out. The police stayed on the high ground to apprehend any escapees, and the yakuza entered the compound. I figured that even though my friend was a criminal, the right thing to do would be to help her and her gang, since the yakuza would probably kill or torture them. After the yakuza had all stormed inside I ran in through the front doors. At first I tried to be stealthy but in the narrow steel hallways I was soon found and I started sprinting through the hallway which occasionally had sets of stairs going up.

The group that saw me first were unable to catch me as I ran deeper into the compound. When I ran into another group of yakuza on the next set of stairs I beat one to the ground, and then I grabbed another guy and threw him into two yakuza girls to keep them from following me as I ran up the stairs. (As I was in complete police uniform I had a holstered gun but I don't recall ever using it).

When I got to the next group one guy had a katana and tried to fight me with it but I was able to take it out of his hands and knock him out with a punch to the jaw. I kept fighting but my dream ended there.

This was a violent dream, wow . I wonder what happened to my friend?

11/05/18
Dream comic
I have gone to see my friend Stevie, , but he is not at home and I am having to stand around awkwardly with his mom as I wait for my next train back home to come. So I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and go upstairs and then nose around in Stevie's room to see if he has anything decent to read while I am waiting. His room is dark and it is difficult to see, it is a real mess though, lots of junk and toys and books all over the floor, and I accidentally step on a glass of water and knock it over breaking it. Damn. I then reach over at a comic book - a nice thick book, called 'dream adventures' written by John Lydon (although I don't think it is the same John Lydon punk legend) flicking through the book I see lots of familiar sights, like watching the ready player one movie there are lots of pop culture characters that the dreamer turns into in his adventures. At the beginning of the book there is a section (still in comic form) about rules of combat on the dream plain, this part refers to #hukif Hukif directly, because I think he wrote it. It's a double page spread and is called 'no weasels' in combat allowed. It then goes on to explain what a weasel is in the form of Indiana Jones fighting multiple foes and getting overwhelmed.
A 'weasel' apparently is when two fighters starts to replicate themselves as a way of fighting, which in itself is fine, but when they replicate themselves to the extent that the dreamer cannot control every version that they have made, or every DC, and these versions/replications just turn into mindless zombies wandering around and overpopulating the battlefield, kind of 'bugging' the dream out. These mindless replications are then known as 'weasels' . I head back downstairs after putting the book down, but then think, it's a long journey home and I am sure Stevie wouldn't mind me borrowing this for a bit, so I go back into his bedroom and I accidentally smash yet another glass of water on the floor, now there are two glasses smashed on the floor, and I try to pick bits up but it is useless - what a mess!
Morgan Freeman sings
Morgan Freeman, the king of the spoken word, well the sound of it in anycase, decides to bring an album out and everybody declares it the best singing ever ha ha
Basement again
I'm working on a fallout piece for a job, and I am just SO bored, so I decide to take the afternoon off. I decide to go with my wife to the beach with the kids, and we start to walk down the road but I feel strange. My wife asks me if I fed the rabbit, and I really can't be bothered with any of this, but no, I didn't, so I go head back toward the house and I am feeling really dizzy. I do a RC, because damn I must be dreaming, but no, RC checks out (nose pinch) but I am so sure, so I do another RC nose pinch, but no, NOT dreaming, I can't breath through the nostrils so I am not dreaming. Damn, why do I feel so funky? SO I go to the basement with my daughter, which is now huge, and seems to go on forever, and go through all of the crap we have there looking for the Rabbit food - but I can't see it. Then my daughter finds some stairs and says perhaps it could be up there? another secret passageway that I had not seen before. Urgh, I think to myself, is there any point? I know that won't be there when I wake up, its just another one of those hidden rooms I keep dreaming of! (although for some reason this doesn't make me lucid?) but my daughter persists so I go up the steps with her, it goes up a long way, must be in the walls of the house or something going up to the attic, and we finally reach an ominous red door, and inside is a large room. But I can't recall what else, or I woke up

so this is a dream theory that when one perceives there imagery In dreams and reflects lights in the darkness of seeing human and conscious awareness in dream thinking demons angels monsters are all your subconscious creations so when dreaming in nightmare in ld its your mind trying to fathom how you perceive your own after life in a game played when your eyes are closed so when closing your eyes and meeting dream characters and having view and conversation when sleeping being that your mind makes a deep desire to replicate and create images in your own being and waking life seeing images and reflection of the scary monster the most ruthless demons the most exotic angels and having conversation with other human dreamers in a sense of imagery your mind wakes up in a dream a you seeing other images that aren't your image sometimes I'm not sure if someone has just a standing in a mirror point of view of seeing their lives unfold so when your mind contracts the darkness to reflect the light you make up being in the darkness in moments notice while trying to wake for daily activities in your own pre-set mind games and conscious fathoming

Created Thursday 10 May 2018

Got a very long dream to note, a brief moment of which was a DILD. There's also some scraps.

Spoiler for Not gonna lie, it's a wall of text:

Dream 1 - Fork in the Streams

Scene 1 - Sun Temple Ruins One Mile From Home
The visuals were clear. I was going out for a walk around my neighborhood as part of my exercise routine, doing so during a cloudy near-dusk.

Later, I go further south than usual. The surroundings changed drastically, from a suburbs to the site of ancient ru*ins deep within a tropical forest. There, I met up with this explorer lady, an athletically built bronze skinned brunette dressed in worn hiking gear. She seemed a bit surprised to see anyone else there, yet was quick to have me follow. Not that it was a problem; I was already quite intrigued.

Soon into our travel, we found a massive palm tree, its coconuts each the size of wreckings ball. She'd offered a race to the top. I started my way up, but quickly realize this was an unlikely climb. Not that it mattered, since the explorer admitted she was joking.

Some more walking and an awkward moment of silence later, I spotted the sun peeking through the clouds. Even though it was supposedly twilight, the sun appeared high above the western sky, and yet, was giving off red-orange light as if it was already in the horizon. Its beams highlighted an object placed atop a ruined carved pillar, some kind of mineral orb. Beneath it was a stone statue of a human-sized gorgon (of the snake-tail-in-place-of-legs, pleasant-faced variety), created in such a way so as to be reaching for the sphere. Actually, this statue seemed unnaturally realistic and well preserved. Realizing I'd powers, I floated up for a closer look at both.

"I wouldn't touch that", warned the fellow traveller. "You wouldn't like it when it's awake."

"Heheh, yeah, I knew that", I responded sheepishly.

I took a moment to make faces and silly gestures at the statue. Perhaps a moment too long for my companion, for she was already much further ahead. Once I caught up, I found we were at the entrance of a modernized city. This landscape was built near a wide forked river, each stream incredibly wide. We didn't seem to know exactly where this was, but guessed it must've been somewhere in one of the Pacific States. Unknown transition.

Scene 2 - Dead Mall
The visuals were quite dim. I was inside the second highest level of a desolate mall. The adventurer above was with me as well. There was no power in the site, and, save for some stray toppled furniture, it was mostly bare.

It soon became apparrent why this place was abandoned: the living dead were amok. Most of these dead consisted of walking skeletons. They weren't openly hostile. Yet, like machines gone awry, their brisk, aimless movement gave them a penchant to violently crash into things, a great danger to both themselves and anything in their path.

The explorer and I cleared a way through these skeletons, quite easily, given their fragility. While pushing through, we tried keeping near the edge of platforms. Risky business, but it allowed effortless disposal of any undead that bumbled in too close.

Eventually, we found tubular slides leading to the lower floor. I elected to cover our retreat. As the woman slid down, I was suddenly accosted by a 'zombie mage', if the living corpse's wizard hat and robes were any indication. The creature and I struggled a bit, our grapple unwittingly taking us down the slide. Once at the bottom, the zombie drew the surrounding skeletons towards me. At such rate, I woulda been mauled for sure. In reaction, I let out a shockwave, blowing each of the living dead to pieces. I wasn't all that happy having to release so much power on a 'chump fight', and an avoidable one at that. Although I felt it wasn't anywhere near everything I had, there was no telling how much I would need later... Things get unclear. Unknown transition.

Scene 3 - Vegeta Fight Several Seasons Too Early
The visuals were slightly blurred. Spectator mode. I was watching an episode of classic Dragon Ball. This was mostly just kid Goku flying around on his nimbus. But later, Goku was attacked by Vegeta, not a fight that would occur so early. There were plenty more discrepancies to Vegeta, such his miscolored hair and armor (much as it was very early in his actual first appearances), his greatly reduced strength (though still much greater than Goku's), and, above all, his going by a completely different name. Supposedly, this character was created by one of Toriyama's subordinates, and was intended to appear this early in the series, but shelved for later. Unknown transition.

Scene 4 - Unprofessional Baseball Riot
The visuals were dim. I was playing baseball in a poorly lit domed stadium. This was a supposed semi-professional game, each teams consisting of both men and women of a fairly wide age range. I myself was both catcher and captain for my team.

First few innings went in our favor. But later on, our pitcher made a bad call, leading to the current hitter getting a two-run homer. Our team's coaches called for time. We made an agreement to bring in a replacement pitcher, a short college age girl, and the latest member of the fold. But, as she went to stand, one of the other players blurted doubts on her experience. The girl went livid. A big commotion stirred up, starting solely with our team, then embroiling the other as well. Cue riot. By the end of this, our group was banned from playing the next few games. Unknown transition.

Scene 5 - A Brief Lucid Return to Fork Stream City
The visuals were clear. I was in the outskirts of a large city, cloudy twilight above. I launch myself to the heavens. But, it seemed to take an inordinate amount of time to get through the clouds. Things blurred up. This somehow brought awareness. Took a moment to rub hands. Eventually, I finally made it above the haze and to the clear twilight sky. I flew to the horizon, past a whole ocean and green continent. In time, I spot a city placed around a forked river. Wait, didn't I see this before? Kinda dropped lucidity. I landed, where I met up with an unknown supposed fellow traveller. Much as in a previous scene, we debated what city this was. Unknown transition.

Scene 6 - DreamView's FireFlyMan - Coming Soon to a Theatre Near You
Similar visuals. I was seated in a fast food place. Characters from various media were about. This included Jasper from Steven Universe and a random Saiyan entering the store, both in the middle of a lewd joke. At a distant table, I spotted my cousin, Jason, seated by himself. Wary of his presence, I began leaving, though doubted I could do so unseen. So, I became invisible via vibration. Incidentally, this also let me phase through the walls.

Now, I was outside a riverside city, flashing lights illuminating the night sky. I made my way across a small pedestrian bridge. Contrasting the scenic view, the stench of wild beasts filled the air. Suddenly, Vegeta emerged from the depths (again miscolored and named differently), and attacks. I hold him off a bit, when another unknown figure smashes into my opponent from his flank. Worn and injured, the Saiyan prince retreats back into the water.

This new ally and myself both agreed Vegeta would return. So, we hid inside the second floor window suite of a nearby apartment building. My partner had since become Tony Stark. As we lingered, I decided to grab something from the fridge. Just then, I heard a noise, possibly one of the tenants. Whereas Tony was close enough to a hiding spot, I was practically out in the open. I reactively flickered back into invisibility just in the nick of time. There passed a little girl, rubbing her eyes in confusion, as she was sure she saw someone just then. Once given the chance, me and Tony climb out the window and jump to the streets. I glanced back up, and found a bewildered, deep tan skinned woman in her late thirties/early fourties peeking out the window.

Things rewind. I was back in the apartment. This time, instead of becoming invisible, I shrunk myself. I creeped away from the girl, only to almost get unwittingly stepped on by her guardian's (the girl's aunt, as I later overheard) bare foot. I sensed it would've been a matter of time before either spotted me. So, I flew to the window, then evoked a blinking aura around me. This light show dazzled the woman and her niece, enough so that once I stopped, they've completely lost track of me. I flew right under their noses, went out the door, then went back to the streets, restoring myself to normal size for good measure.

Just when I thought Tony (who was already outside) and I made a clean break, the woman above began shouting at us.

"Hey!", she yelled. I froze up, and did my best to look away. "Hey, you're Tony! And that's that superhero! Firefly Man, right?"

False memories affirmed this. Still, I wasn't looking for such attention. "Uh, no?"

"Yeah... yeah! That is you!" No tricking her again, it seemed. "So... what were you doing up here?"

I glanced back at her, and chuckled. "You'll have to watch tonight's news to find out.

The woman flashed a cheeky smile. "Well, good luck!"

The area is then flooded with Stark's fans. He's similarly preoccupied with a phone call, then walked elsewhere. Meanwhile, I make a call of my own, contacting my parents, both of whom were, against further reason, in on this superhero gig. They direct me to a nearby plaza, where we'd meet up.

I catch up to my travelling companion, only now, he had his role changed with an old friend, Leon. Anyway, we join up with my ma and pa. The latter starts giving random (but useful) advice. But, it seemed all but me and (partially) mom knew of his presence, while I alone could hear him. In fact, I was able to summon and un-summon dad via the phone.

Things get unclear. Our group take an elevator up a higher level in the plaza, where we discussed some plan. Transition.

Scene 7 - Dexter Lab - The Lost Potion Episode
The visuals were a bit blurrier. Spectator mode again, only with narration. I'm speaking to my brother Martin about a supposed lost episode of Dexter's Lab. This entailed the namesake boy genius acquiring a compulsion to create 'potions', an act strongly disapproved of by his parents. He later runs away from home, of which was not the one found in the series, but instead a suite in a sizeable condominium complex. Apparently, all of this was a thinly veiled allegory for some demographic, resulting in the episode and another packaged with it getting banned. Transition.

Scene 8 - Early Vegeta Resurfaces!
Similar visuals. I was walking out the above-mentioned complex during a thin overcast day.

I make my way around a deserted suburban neighborhood. False memories affirmed this was some kind of post-apocalyptic scenario.Later, I arrived by a fierce river, whole branches and similarly large debris towed violently in its muddy waters. An unknown companion was by the riverbed, waiting for me.

After a short discussion, my peer alerts me of a stench. They'd immediately reminded me of the above fight with Vegeta (still going by that unknown name), warning me to keep on alert. Soon enough, the Saiyan leaped out the water, and once again, challenges us both to a fight. While thinking of a way to deal with him, I blurted out my opponent's birth name. Somehow, this restores Vegeta's memory of his true name and heritage. Such knowledge overwhelms the prince, leaving him in a screaming fit.

I soon awaken.

Scrap Group 1
Watching Law and Order. McCoy was in one of his trademark rants.

Play wrestling with my nephew, Zalmon. Somehow, I accidentally broke his elbow. Quite a shock, until his arm magically realigned itself. He seemed ok, just a bit annoyed.

In the midst of the gloomy and frigid street, I could discern a small glowing sign, with unreadable labelling. Driven by destiny, I entered the building, to find myself in another cold and dark area. Nonetheless, from a barely visible blue carpeted staircase, I could hear some chatter and laughter, accompanied with the harsh and bleaching white light of masses of large and rectangular bulbs. Before long, I had ascended the staircase, to find myself in the conclusion of a modest recital, yet again with the blue carpet. There were multitudes of tables packed with individually shared food, such as chocolate bars and biscuits. Nonetheless, something was strange. Two men in black suits lurked in the corner closest to the staircase, whilst talking into block-like phones from the 1990s. They were watching me while they spoke, and as soon as they had concluded their conversation, they approached me silently, and gestured me through a red door. It was a reasonably spacious room, lacking in furnishing except for a whiteboard, and an elaborate mirror with silver embellishments located in a corner several yards away from me. Predictably, they pulled out identification of their allegiance, the FBI. As they approached me, I realized how ridiculous the situation was, and how text on the whiteboard was mysteriously morphing between each glance. I became lucid, and left with not many preferable alternatives, I dashed towards the mirror, the surface now commencing to shimmer and liquefy.

I dove through it with ease, and after momentary non-existence, I fell onto hard pavement. As I rose, I could see a verdant yet organized suburban street. I suddenly recalled that I wished to gain deeper insight into the state by talking to a dream character. As I turned around to scan my vicinity, I noticed a golden retriever at my heels, with a surprisingly intelligent expression. Consequently, I proceeded to ask it a question: “What is your favourite animal, an elephant perhaps?” I realized that my query was a foolish question, when it started to growl and attack my calves, almost certainly due to my insensitive suggestion. What was I thinking? Desperate, I inquired about its favourite colour. Consequently, it responded in a gruff and deep tone,“Orange”. Unexpectedly, the animal vanished.

Abandoned, I proceeded across the street to enter a grey building with an unknown purpose, but it seemed to be replete with dream figures. I entered through the glass door to find myself in a vestibule, but as I was entering the interior, a couple, who are the parents of WB, also entered. They smiled, and I said “Hi” in a friendly manner, to be merely shunned, as the mother patronizingly commented “Use ‘hello’ with us in the future, okay?” Offended yet embarrassed, I decided to wake up.

Unsurprisingly, the first search of the day was "Is hi rude?"

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6th night in a row of a good night sleep and 51m of dreams on voice recorder so good recall/vividness thanks to everyone who reads them

Date of Dream: WED 9 MAY - 2018



Dream No. 326 - Separated Sections

Dream 326 A - World's Strictest Parents
I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at the Dandenong hospital but it looked different than it does in real life. All of the corridors had their floors lined with blue vinyl. Along the way, Murray appeared in his Sly 4 appearance but he looked angry for some reason and this made me scared of him; hesitant to ask him anything, let alone what he was doing there. He vanished though and he reappeared in his Sly 2/3 appearance. This time, he smiled and signalled for me to come over to him. I was still hesitant but soon, my fear went away and I approached him. When I was close enough, he hugged me and it felt good.

The scene then changed to me being at my old house. I forgot what I was specifically doing there but there was a film crew knocking on our door. Apparently my parents were going to be the host parents for an episode of World's Strictest Parents but I wasn't supposed to be a part of the show. There was only one British girl there and she had a really snobby accent like on the real show.

The camera crew were coming towards my direction and so I had to fly away from them. Although I wasn't supposed to be in the show, the whole cast and cameras was chasing me. I end up going into the backyard and escaping through the fence that leads back to the front yard. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 326 B - Event Evaluation
I don't remember much of this dream. From where I do remember, I was at Knox Shopping Centre. As I was walking into Target, I saw Murray just inside of the entrance, to the right, in his Sly 2/3 appearance, just before the women's clothes. This Target had no distortions and so resembles the real life one exactly, including layout of stock. Also, Murray spoke in his lower pitched Sly 2 voice.

He ends up asking me something like “Hey, when we met back there; did you like option one where I was all stern and stuff or did you like option two where I was a nice guy?”. I personally preferred option two but as I was afraid of offending Murray, I said “I liked both of them” but then he goes “Hang on a minute, you haven't heard option three yet”. I just looked at him in a confused way and thought to myself, “Since when was there an option three?”.

I then realised I had to look for an item of clothing but for some reason, I was all in a panic about it. Murray finished talking to me and then patted his hand on my back, sending me off on my way. I took a jacket off one of the racks and ran around the entire women's clothing section with it. I was trying to find a certain clothing item but I couldn't find it. The dream ended there.

Dream 326 C - Don't Worry I'll Get You
I was in some unknown area and the sky was a yellowish tone and smoky outside. I walk into the wooden mushroom shaped house to find myself talking to a distorted version of Mario and Luigi. Something doesn't feel right but I don't notice this yet. The only thing I do see is that Mario and Luigi have an old, sickly look about them like they were smoking and they've been largely affected by drugs and other substance abuse... But I didn't make any connections.

It's only at one stage when I'm talking to Mario that I see Dreamy WB come up to me and pull me away from him by the arm. Her appearance is the asymmetrical afro, wearing an ash grey/black hoodie jacket, black athletic pants and white runners. She had this largely concerned look onto her face as she passed me onto Murray, Sly 2/3 appearance, who picked me up and carried me, running out of the house. When we were outside, Murray put me down and both him and Dreamy WB were talking to me; I forgot what they said though. I then looked up in the sky and made the connection. This area was war torn and Mario and Luigi were partially responsible, hence why Dreamy WB and Murray evacuated me... Mario and Luigi were dangerous. The scene then changed.

I was at the newly renovated Glen shopping centre with my mum. Like in real life, I was really excited and wanted to check out all the new shops on offer. There was an ice-cream shop that I came across that had endless amounts of ice-cream flavours, ones never even heard of in real life. I really badly wanted to try one but my mum kept saying no and eventually got really mad at me. She rushed me out of shops and we ended up in the car park, heading back to the car.

When we got into the car and was driving home, I turned on the radio, with the acknowledgement that my mum's favourite radio station is Smooth 91.5. No matter what I did though, I couldn't find that specific radio station and the numbers that were already there were stations that didn't exist in real life. I decided to tune the radio to see if I could get different stations but the numbers just got weirder and weirder. Eventually, there was this song that played and the jingle of it was “Don't worry, I'll get'cha, don't worry, I'll get'cha” and it also mentioned something about classrooms and meditation. My mum said that my dad had this song on one of his CDs at home.

We were then back home, which was the old house. My dad came into the sitting room and showed us the CD that we were talking about earlier. The name of the guy singing these songs was SHig, who was my economics teacher but then the voice in the dream didn't sound like him at all. The dream ended there.



Dream Tasks
- Get Murray back as a regular DC/DG (Achieved? YES)
- Have Logan receive harsh penalties from Dreamy WB due to reckless social behaviours (Achieved? No)
- Investigate where my SML postage has gone (Achieved? No)



Dream 326: Results (Competition #3)

326 A
Competition Night: 8
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Murray
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

326 B
Competition Night: 8
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Murray
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

326 C
Competition Night: 8
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Dream Guide: Dreamy WB & Murray
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 5.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Achieve an old personal goal: NL (2.0) -> Get Murray back as a stable DC.

+ Previous Total: 49.0
Total Accumulated Points: 54.0



I just found that Logan's been unfortunately reputable on the media as well, for months I was naive and now I see it. Dreamy WB needs to do something fast.