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Here’s another dream I had on February 23, 2018 of someone giving me a bead bracelet. This time it’s someone who is very big and talk , everything was a blur so that someone was like a dark shadow. As soon as I took the bracelet ,I was a photo of someone who looks a lot like me but not me . And that person said to me ,the person in this pictures is long gone and does not exist. And that was it .

Here are the videos that go with these dreams where I draw them
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKB1q-oO6bU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGZzWyKukzA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdgwS7xWwCo
It looks like I accedentally deleted part 4




One of the first things I remember from this dream is I was eating some kind of bone in chicken, fish, or ribs. My Aunt had given it to me. Then I found out it was 2 weeks old. I tried to tell myself it was okay since it had been cooked. My Dad ate some, either to make sure it wasn't bad for me, or to help me feel less uncomfortable about having eaten it. I remember looking at the food and seeing the meat on the bone.

There was a scene where I was in a bathroom. I was using the toilet and using 12 cleaning wipes. That would be a lot to use in one go so I was thinking it was too much. My Aunt B kept coming in the bathroom while I was not fully dressed and I was yelling at her. Fighting with her to make her go away.

Then I was fully dressed but there was this guy in the bathroom. We were fighting. I was winning most of the time but it was not an easy fight. Then at one point the guy kind of had me cornered to where I couldn't reall y get away from him. But I somehow got out of that just in time. I managed to pin him to the ground face down. I was spitting on the side of his face. He had a beard. I spit twice on the side of his face. I was very angry at him because he kept messing with me and messing with me. I asked him, "are you done messing with me now?!" He said he still wasn't. This made me so angry. I clearly had defeated him but he didn't care. I don't remember exactly what he was doing.

Then the guy was gone but there was a dog in the bathroom. Maybe it happened in a different order. I think I was supposed to not let the dog out. But I was so annoyed by the dog for whatever reason that I let it out the bathroom. it ran out into the open road and accross the open road. I hoped the dog would get to Petco and then Petco would adopt the dog and find someone to take the dog in. then whoever the dog actually belonged to could go to petco and trace the dog back through the records to find out who had adpoted it. I just wanted that dog out of my hair! .

This is why I think I got the order backwards. maybe I fought the guy last and the dog was before that. Because I got out and saw A M and his Dad in a truck, working. I was surprised they were working contracting jobs. Then I saw K T and he was smoking a cigarette. I started to see some grey smoke being puffed into the air. Then suddenly I had a laso or a whip. I was able to swing it at him and knock the cigarette out of his mouth. He was really mad at me. I had to swing the thing two times to get the cigarette to really go away.

Then there were 3 guys. K T, A M and T R were all sort of ganging up on me. Kind of like saying I thought I was tough when I fought the guy in the bathroom. I thought I was tough when I knocked K T's cigarette down. But now I would have to take on all 3 of them. I was sort of backing down, backing away, hoping to avoid this. I had moments where I thought I might have a chance but I mainly doubted myself. And for good reason, 3 on 1 isn't really fair. There was also this guy S who I haven't seen since fifth grade but I never got along well with him. I remember seeing his face.

We wound up standing in a circle. I accidentally touched a guy's hand and he gave me a funny look. It was just a mistake. Now we were talking as if it were a support group for addictions. Someone was saying how seeking the answer over and over might keep the person getting the same answer but that is a good thing.

Brady bunch thing in a house? Older women there.

Then it showed a video game of this brown sort of rock world. The character was doing wall jumps like in mario, up to the top of a cliff thing. The dream was saying how it was like Final Fantasy. And how Final Fantasy kept having to have new games because there was never an end. So the character of this game was running around this brown path, I guess a mountainous place, and collecting coins as he ran like in Mario. The coins were shiny goldenrod yellow.

The reason the dream said there was never an end to the games was that everyone's consciousness was sort of held within these gold coins. No matter what they did, at the end of it all, they could not get their consciousness to expand beyond the form of the gold coin. To the video game character's right, there was an empty water basin like a big empty pond. It had some kind of thin fog in it. And there were all of these gold coins moving around in there. I felt such hopelessness about the state of these gold coins.

There was one stack of gold coins that was supposed to get used for something. Then there were gold coins who were supposed to be in charge. There was a gold couch in an office. There was a gold rectangle that looked like a gold hundred dollar bill on a gold plate. That was like a really important figure. There was a stack of the gold coins. The final fantasy character jumped in and landed on top of the stack of coins, sending them flying all over the place. The gold rectangle was really angry about it and the gold coin in charge was trying to calm him down. It was like some big business deal that the big gold dollar bill thing was going to make a big purchase from the executive gold coin and then now that final fantasy character might have messed up the whole deal.

I guess that was everybody's soul? Embodied in the gold coin. I am not sure. So the final fantasy game was saying it is hopeless because in the end, everybody's soul is trapped like that in eternity.

After that, some more stuff happened in this dream that I could remember.

There was something about a therapist.

Some women were talking about organizing something. There were also some guys talking about organizing files a certain way. To set up some kind of an audio file. My memory of this got kind of blurred. The women had lists of files. Everyones list of files had their name and then zero through five or fifteen through thirty or some series of numbers. Along with that it had a color. Also they had the word image, but without an E at the end, so it said "imag" or "I M A G". There was one woman's whose was highlighted all magenta. it showed her name was connected to one mister something and then one person who was her husband. So that meant she was having some kind of an affair.



I woke up from those and thought through them. I was nicely surprised with having slept a good amount of time and had good recall by then.




My memory of the next rounds of dreams began with this scene in a restaurant. There was a guy at a circular high top table and a bar in the back ground. He ordered two sodas. They brought him too many, I think four sodas, and so he tried to give them back. He stacked one cup of soda on top of another full cup of soda but none spilled out. He reached his arm way behind him in a side lateral raise to give to someone on the restaurant staff, who took it away. Then he had some of the soda from his glass.


There was some parts when I was in school. I want to note that I don't actually smoke marijuana. But within the dream the context was that I was smoking marijuana and going to classes. I felt like I loved school but actually what had happened was I was really high during the classes. I started to realize that I couldn't stay high forever. So, I thought that I would keep going to classes, even without weed, so that when I got high again, I could enjoy the classes even more. Then i realized it was weird for my whole life to exist in service of the "high" state of being. it was like I was diregarding the rest of life, such as time "not high" i e "sober", as just in service of the next time I got high, instead of an end in and of themselves. That concerned me but I couldn't see going to class without smoking. I liked my brain much better when I was high. The dream had a whole context where I had never felt so happy and productive and interested in life.


There was at least one class room part I forgot. i was taking notes. In another class room scene, that I remember more of, A teacher was teaching us about how if someone is feeling low or depressed. How they could handle it. More of an accepting approach. And doing a study to see if the people thought a certain way, if they took their own life. Then, a guy to my left wearing red asked if he could take part in the study. And be a participant. He looked like a very depressed person. The teacher said the study wouldn't be good for him since he was probably one of the people who would take their own life. The guy got mad about this. He told the teacher that it wasn't fair and then he and the teacher seemed to be fighting a bit about it. I started to get angry and want to stand up for the other student.

I became lucid when I felt the conflicted feelings arise within myself. It wasn't even that strong of an emotion but there are a lot of factors that seem to all come together when I get the Dream intiated lucidity so that was when they all culminated. I held back from fighting with the teacher and instead sent a profound energy of love towards the teacher and the whole dream. I said something like, "I Love you! You are the best teacher ever!" The teacher greyish brown hair parted down the middle. My expression of positive energy totally shifted the dream and the teacher and the student both seemed happier. I can't really describe enough how profound this was for me. It isn't something I want to under state. It seems like a simple thing but it was actually a very powerful use of my lucid ability. I didn't really get lucid to where I just teleported away because I was already within the context of a dream. I knew it was a dream though and that sort of amplified the experience.

After that dream scene I was in the bathroom and I had my voice recorder. I was in the stall and talking back through the dream so far. I think I still knew it was a dream but was just doing this to amplify my waking life dream recall. I have heard it said that actions within a lucid, dream state are 7 to 9 times more influential than actions performed in waking life state. Just as I was talking through the dream, someone walked in the bathroom. i had a moment where I hesitated to continue talking. I saw who it was from above the stall somehow and it was the kid from the class who was fighting with the teacher. So then I definitely wanted to stop because I didn't think he would want me talking about him when he was right there. I heard some other people came in then and they were talking about how some smart people had records at the school they could go over. I think I tried to put my finger through my palm to reaffirm I was dreaming. I am not sure if it went through though. But I remember reaffirming at least mentally that I was still dreaming. I guess I could have spun from the bathroom stall and teleported somewhere new but it didn't really cross my mind. Sometimes that stuff comes to mind and sometimes it doesn't. I was thinking I could start recording more but the guy was still in the bath room. Then other people were in the bathroom stall with me and I had too many pairs of shorts on. Multiple layers of pairs of shorts. One was like an orange fleece material on the layer closest to my skin. Then there were two or three other pairs of shorts, blues or oranges. I put on my blue blocking glasses within the dream and it turned the chorts green. Someone commented that I had on too many pairs of shorts. In the dream I thought my blue shorts pertained to waking life but now that I think about it, they don't pertain to waking life.




Earlier there was a part with a T V in my sister's room. Adjusting the vollume on the remote caused it to cycle from 73 to 0 and back up to 73. That was kind of earlier I think. I remember it only vaguely.


I lost lucidity somewhere between dream scene transitions and dreamed that I was trying to write the dream down on card board. I actually remember writing some solid things but I don't remember exactly what. It didn't seem like a false awakening though. False awakenings I am usually very conscious, just not aware its a dream (yet). I also remember trying to keep up with the class notes left handed at one point. And I raised my hand and said something at some point. I have been expecting this to happen but I didn't think it would happen so soon. I think I dreamed I was dream journaling on a voice recorder but laying on the opposite side I was physically laying on in the dream.

I woke up, thought through it, and had pretty good success with recall. I had Restless legs so I got up and did a little moving and stretching. That helped me get back to sleep. Then I had even more dreams! Woohoo.

The earliest part of this dream I remember was I was sitting at a table with two other guys and it was some kind of a support group. I shared and the two guys listened. Then another guy shared and I was listening. But then I got up to go do something on a computer or sweep and mop the floor. Kind of both. I still listened to his share as I was up doing stuff but I just couldn't sit still and listen. I felt kind of bad about this but I just had to kind of keep busy. I told him without cross talking that I really appreciated his share and I am sorry I missed it. I was thinking it had a lot to do with my workaholism lately causing me to be compulsively unavailable.

After apologizing to him I was at this bigger computer screen. Like as tall as me and much wider. It had a bright sky blue background and several windows on a grid within it. I was trying to choose one to click on. I felt like it was mental junk food though and felt bad about getting sucked into it. I realized I didn't have my food that I meant to be eating and I went to get up and go get it. One of the videos was on a silver back ground on an interesting subject. Within the dream I thought it seemed cool but I don't remember it now.

Then, I turned toward the table and there were two african american guys there. I felt scared when I saw them because they had taken my seat. The guy on the left was thinner and making a big smile. The guy on the right was heavier set and had a beard. The guy on the left said something to me. He also said his name was Seth.

There was also someone whose head was in the sink. Their head was in the sink but they were not dead. It was just that their head was in the sink. Part of their face that was metal was over on the counter. But they were not harmed or anything. I didn't realize it was a dream. My dream logic just accepted what I saw as a normal everyday thing! .

Then I looked over at a bed that in the context of the dream was my bed. There was a whole family of people sitting on my bed and to the left of my bed. There was one tan guy who I was scared of at first but then I realized he was smiling. his daughter was sitting on my pillow. Then I saw that she was sitting on my foam roller, moving her legs from side to side. The context became that I needed my foam roller. But I felt bad that she didn't realize I would be needing it. So I told her she could finish what she was doing but after that I would have to take it back. She seemed to want to give it back to me right away but I almost insisted she finish her exercise. She seemed to really enjoy it. I did feel somewhat rushed to get on with whatever I was doing though. Also I didn't like someone sitting on my pillow because their bottom was on it. After the girl gave me back my foam roller I told her family all about where to get their own. I even told them they could get the three foot or 18 inch foam rollers.

I knew there was an elevator to this room. Maybe it was how I initially got there but I didn't remember anything until I was at the table talking with those other 2 guys.

Then there was something where there was food around. It was becoming like a festive party. A woman came near me. I asked where she was from. She said she was from African America! . She was Caucasian though. So then we got to this door. We were going to go down to a lower floor of the building. She led me to this door that had a long horizontal crack in it. She showed me how to remove the lower part of the door and go underneath the cracked part, then pull it back into place. She started to go down the stairs. I had the sense that we were very high up in a building and it would be a lot of stairs to go all the way down. I felt bad for abandoning her because we were having a whole conversation. but I said I have to take the elevator and went to find the elevator. i guess I got in it and headed down. I felt like my waking consciousness was active within the dream but I wasn't lucid. I didn't know it was a dream but I was making considerations as if it were.

Once I got down to the bottom floor, I was outside walking up these wooden elevated walk ways. They were like ramps. I saw a guy with longer blonde hair who looked like R C. I was happy to see him. I was like, I am so happy to see you, wait, what is your name again though? It has been a few years. he seemed put off that I had forgotten his name and kind of rolled his eyes or gave me a "pshh" under his breath. I felt kind of bad but moved on. I walked up further up these walk ways and then I was climbing up a part that was sort of floating there like a mario walk way. At the end of it there was one of those pirhouette cookies but blue with silver sparkling bits. I noticed more stuff was appearing but again that just seemed like everyday normal occurrances within my dreaming mind. I heard this message from the dream that in the thing that had been upstairs, they didn't want kids playing with some of the things that people had to pay for. Some thing about game boys or something. But they weren't for free for the kids, they were meant to be paid for. I saw my friend J T ahead but when I got closer it wasn't him.


At the end of the dream, I heard something like, "And then you die!" But I forgot it. Sometimes there is some kind of saying or even a voice phenomenon at the very end of my dream. It said something about "ant then you die" but I wasn't scared about it at all. It was more of a wise thing to say, not like a threat or anything ominous. But I forgot the exact words. initially, I remembered the exact words. but I lost the memory of the exact words by the time I tried to think of it again later. I sort of mentally "reached" for it and it was gone. So I wished I had thought about it and formed a more solid memory of it earlier on. I just took for granted it would be in my head when I went back for it.

I woke up and thought back through these pretty well. I was relieved to have got some sleep because I have had some trouble falling asleep. I knew there was earlier stuff in the dream I had forgotten but I guess it was just too far back.

Date of Dream: FRI 23 FEB - 2018



Dream No. 285 - Student Struggles

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was doing some sort of tax assessment in TAFE, but the place didn't look like TAFE at all. I found the assessment very hard and at the end of it, I feel I didn't do well. To make things worse, I had received some sort of letter. When I first opened it and had a read, I didn't know who it was from. It was only after I got up to the second paragraph and kept on reading, I realised it was from my parents.

The content of this letter was shocking and I had soon come to the realisation that the parents had infiltrated my diaries! It was in the second paragraph that the wrote about Murray, making fun of him and cursing him too. I didn't read the paragraph to detail because I was in such an outrage... I skipped straight away to the third paragraph to see what else they had come up with. The third paragraph was worse, they were now ridiculing and damning Dreamy WB! So they now knew everything, all my secrets! I didn't read the whole of paragraph three either... I quickly shut that letter and was now internally fuming at them, thinking to myself, “you will pay...”.

The first paragraph wasn't about any dream guide though. The main reason my parents wrote that disrespectful letter is because they knew that I didn't do well on this tax assessment. I was thinking that it would only be a matter of time before I would find some way to get them back. What I didn't mention is that there was small fourth paragraph but I didn't read anything from there as I was at my limits after the mockery of Dreamy WB.

Apparently there was a second tax assessment and so therefore, I was worried that I was going to get another nasty letter from my parents. Though when I started this assessment, it seemed way easier than the first one and the only think I had to do was work out the percentage rate for something. At the end, I found out that I had received 10 marks out of 10 and soon after, that's when the second letter came. There was nothing bad in this letter but there was no apology for the earlier mockery of dream guides either.

I was then at my house and both my parents were still going on about the first tax assessment. My dad then led me outside into the backyard and started having a go at me by himself. When were down in the pergola area, my dad ended up pinning me against the brick wall, restraining me while verbally bullying me, including the threat of keeping me locked outside forever. While he was doing his thing, I just said to give me a minute while I did something. I managed to pull my head out of the restraining lock far enough in order to call for Dreamy WB.

He actually asked me what I was doing, I did tell him, but made no mention that I was calling “the dream guide”. Also, he'd know who I was talking about if I called for “Dreamy WB”, so instead, for the entire procession, I called out for “Miss T”. At first, my voice didn't seem loud enough to reach her. It felt like I was getting nowhere and that I would most likely wake up before reaching her. I had to keep dismissing my dad's hassles and telling him, “Just wait, I'll attend back to you in a minute”. Eventually though, my voice got to a point where it was loud enough and despite my dad being present, I confidently called out.

As mentioned before, it first felt like I was getting nowhere but then I felt some hope. My dad was still nagging me from behind but my eyes could help but widen with a sense of energy and enthusiasm as I perceived Dreamy WB's energy getting closer. I looked out to all the houses on the other side of the backyard fence and I had caught sight of something in the distance to my left. It was a giant black silhouette slowly, rockingly marching down the Greek guy's backyard stairs. At one point I got so excited that although there was no interested party around, it was more for myself, I yelled, “She's coming!”, while pointing to her.

Dreamy WB looked giant from a distance but when she got close enough, she was a reasonable size, just slightly bigger than my dad. So now that Dreamy WB was on the premises, my dad went back to hold me in a complete, tight lock while continuing to verbally bully me. Still in the completely black silhouette form, Dreamy WB laid one hand on my upper back while she used the other one to pry my dad away from me. My dad wasn't going to give up; once Dreamy WB had loosened me from him, he tried to scramble to get a hold of me again.

As usual, Dreamy WB wasn't going to put up with any of my parents' nonsense. She ended up carrying me and we raced my dad to the back garage door. As we got there first, Dreamy WB struggled to get in as my dad was trying to push past but she eventually got in and shut the door on my dad. Using one hand to hold me while she used the other one to keep the door shut while my dad pushed on it from the outside. I'm pretty certain she had visions of her own, giving my dad a taste of his own medicine and locking him out there. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Heh. Puns...

Anyways, yesterday was pretty surreal in terms of the 'stuff' that happened. Glad to be back.

Day 9:

Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM

Woke up at: 6:45 AM

Nothing here.



Day 10:

Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM

Woke up at: 6:30 AM

Oddly enough, even though I slept for, like, 8 hours, I felt oddly refreshed upon waking up. Though I felt like I was in the verge of collapse at Band (Which was only an hour later), so... Yeah.


Dream 01: Bar Fight

In a rustic, old bar somewhere, I was locked in mortal combat with some black jumpsuit wearing thugs. I don't remember much about that fight, the only notable thing being Torbjorn chasing after a giant alcohol barrel. I'm guessing he worked there or something.

Later on, my sister and my brother-in-law pull me and my older sister aside to talk about something. We sit down on a wooden booth. She gives us both a lecture about how this generation is scatterbrained and can't focus on one thing.

I mock her, reminding her of the fact that, generally, she was also pretty disorganized. I think I remember saying, "Hay gurlfriend, hay gurl, hay, hay, h a y ~ " to her while she was telling us that.


Dream 02: Vick

Eventually, I find myself inside the Thinkspace. It's a grayish-blue gradient void that holds nothing inside of it.


Except for Vick.


Imagine the guy from Hotel Impossible, only swole and wearing a wifebeater shirt. And with a really bad attitude.

Look, I don't really believe in ghosts, imaginary friends, tulpas, or whatever the hell you call them, but this guy was most definitely trying to fit himself into the 'dream guide' category.

He pulls me aside to give me some tough advice. "Back then you at least had SOME pride, SOME push. Even if it was a DIFFERENT kind of drive, I don't want you to die on the hill you're heading."

I don't know why I named him Vick. Maybe he introduced himself as something else but faulty dream memory distorted it into the name Vick. I'll take his advice to heart.


Dream 03: The Cow-Pig-Crystal Planet

I'm out and about during the night, along with my family. My mom is driving the car as we exit the neighborhood.

I think my brother or something tells me something about an exoplanet that could support life.

The scene switches to my room. There's a card next to the old Wii I have, which shows a diagram of the planet. On it, it shows a picture of a human, a cow, a pig, and a crystal. The human is crossed out, but all the others have a check mark next to them.

So this means that the planet is hospitable for cows, pigs, and gems(?), but not for humans. Of course, I think it's stupid, but I keep the card anyway because it looks nice.


Dream 04: Freaky Big-Headed People

I think my SubC may have an affinity for creating fictional races. Earlier a woman in a previous dream turned into a white-skinned, red eyed, green haired, and yes, peach-nippled alien creature; which I named the Dreamwalkers. Now there's a race of native people that...Well, you'll see.

"This incident was more like a "from me to you" kinda thing. Not exactly real journalism."

The dream begins with a stereotypically Boston sounding man (Presumably a journalist) giving his thoughts on the discovery of the exploitation of a native people in the U.S. It also shows a newspaper headline, all in black and white, which indicates that it took place in the 50s.

In the modern day, my art teacher (Mr.L) decides to travel south to meet these native people, probably out of empathy.

Once he gets there, in his old pale-green truck, he goes to talk to one of the women who interviewed the reporter of days gone by. I (The observer) come to the conclusion that these people age much slower than humans. I also see that these native people look like those heads the Olmecs made. These heads are much bigger and much more artificial looking than our own, much like those heads. They're farming tea leaves, it seems.

The girl looks no older than 10 or 11 years old, and is very soft-spoken and polite. She wears a ragged, white dress and a pair of cheap sandles. She is fluent in both English and whatever language those people speak.

For some reason, Mr.L and the girl have to stay outside while they wait for some Bighead to finish doing something. A timelapse occurs, and about a day and a half passes as Mr.L gets more and more drowsy and impatient, while the girl looks completely fine.

I'm willing to guess these people also don't get tired, which would explain why they would be perfect for exploitation. Hey, I'm not supporting it, hell no, but I can see the 'logic' behind it.

The young girl questions why Mr.L is pacing around, and he retorts, "Look, I'm not going to stay up any longer. This is starting to become an annoyance; an iced tea annoyance. Look, don't 'bag me up' or something. Just hurry up so I can get out of here and go to sleep..."

I'm guessing he got what he wanted, as he gets in his truck and goes back home.

Here were my dreams. Lucid parts in this color/bold.

First round of dreams. A little came back to me after I laid back down.

Something with a dimensional Bug. something with my friends brother T S. T S wanted to go somewhere and I wanted to help him but it wasn't the right time.

I had an audio player that was supposed to be for sale. I was supposed to be able to get a lot of money for it because it would gain a lot of value over time. i was excited to realize I had such a valuable thing. I couldn't really sell it because it would keep gaining value.

There was something about my car. I was parking it in the R A parking lot in G C but I wasn't supposed to. I think I was leaving the car there to go somewhere else.

Going up this hill. There was a woman saying stuff along the way that I didn't agree with. There was a woman who was a smoker. She was saying, you're not exploding now. I said, well, I don't smell it, so, good job. (I usually get angry when I am subjected to other peoples cigarette smoke and this comes up a lot in my dreams. )

Something about a lady talking about a cult when I was around this part with the trees.








I had some trouble getting back to sleep, but eventually, I did.

Here is the next dream. I am watching something on television within the dream. Well, I am actually participating in something within the television but then later I find I am actually outside the T V watching it from my bed in my room. I realized it was a dream. I gained some control of myself within the T V screen world.

Within the T V screen part, I was involved in a conflict with some people. I didn't want to continue the conflict so once I became lucid I sort of held myself back from continuing the conflict. There were 3 other people in the room. I don't remember it that well other than that.

Okay so then after that, I saw that I was in my bed, not in the T V screen any more. Somehow I still knew it was a dream though. The change in scenery didn't make me think I had woken up into physical world. It took some effort to get my body up out of bed but it felt like really getting my body up out of bed almost. I got up towards the front right corner of my bed. My dream journal chair wasn't where it usually is. The blankets were still blue and my room was a really close replica of physical world. I put my hand easily through my room door. I don't think it was astral projection but it could have been some kind of a mix of an L D and an A P. I was scared to go out of my room or explore more.

Then my vision went away. This scared me at first but I just told myself to just relax. I spun but it felt different than in other dreams when I had done it. Next thing I knew I was floating up into the air. I thought of the ceiling of my room and felt myself easily pass through it. Then I thought of the attic, and the roof of the house, and felt myself easily pass through those. My vision returned and I was in the night sky, flying on a giant flying house. I was holding on to a big brick chimney on the side of the flying house and I seemed to be able to drive the thing. I wasn't able to look at the sky for some reason, but I could see a long row of identical houses all lit up when I looked down and to my left. I tried not to make anything a problem. For example if I couldn't see, I just relaxed. If I couldn't look up, I just looked where I could.

At first I was scared to be flying but it turned out to be fun.

Eventually the flying house tilted and I could look up. I saw a bunch of big stars and a night sky. And I saw 3 full moons! . The flying house flew me closer to one moon and it zoomed in a lot. It looked more like a lattice arrangement of white bars from close up. The house was doing a great job of flying. I was aware that from my waking life I had some factors in play for good lucid, dreaming and I felt confident that the dream could last long. I asked the house to please fly me up into outer space. We started flying up into the atmosphere and I felt the house slow down. i got scared and thought I might be pushing it too hard. I was flying above a big dark body of water at this point and I didn't want to fall in. I was afraid it would either be cold, or scary. (As I think about it now, deep sea exploration was another one of my L D goals so that would have been fine with me!. )

I asked the house if it would like to turn around and go take a break before we try again to go to space. I really thought that there would be enough dream duration and continuity for me to get back on the flying house and go to space after I landed and did some other things. I forgot about my shorter dream attention span and I forgot to use any stabilization methods so I didn't get a chance to fly back out. But here is what happened in the rest of the dream anyways. Also, I did think that even if I fell in the water, I could get out or just be fine in the water. But I guess I wanted my best chance to get to space.

The flying house brought me back to the beach. I thanked the house and then sat down in the sand to play with the sand. I guess that was kind of a stabilization technique because I was engaging the dream. I decided to try to recall the dream so far so I'd remember it better. So within the dream I started to tell myself out loud about what had happened so far. It was pretty clear. Then I started to eat some of the sand. It got stuck in my mouth and I had to spit it out. I was in this jungle gym thing made of metal bars. I heard two women nearby talking about how someone had just smoked and they didn't like it. I knew they weren't talking about me. But I felt bad that they had to see me spitting out the sand like that, so I went to go apologize. It seemed to take a moment for them to hear me. They had two little kids with them. There were also two dogs, one brown, one black, both with spiky looking fur. I didn't see the dogs faces but I looked at the dog's back a while figuring out what it was. When I looked closer, their faces were covered in tan dirt or sand. They said something like, "Its okay, It didn't bother us," but I still wanted to apologize very apologetically. I also wanted to tell them about my dream so far which is something I like to do within the dream to help my recall.

I think before the dream ended, I was in this room. And I was wishing that instead of thinking the house was tired, I could have said, come on, flying house, I believe in you! And my power of belief could have helped the house be able to fly to space easily. Like maybe I projected doubt onto the house instead of confidence.

Then the dream sort of collapsed or faded away and I was back in my bed. my body felt very heavy and pretty much paralyzed. I thought through the dreams and then flicked on my voice recorder to record them once I was ready. I felt this would be a good warm up L D and hoped for another chance to L D in the next dreams.















I got another L D in these dreams but I lost lucidity. It was cool while it lasted though. I guess I didn't reach very high levels of lucidity, but just like a low level lucidity.



I had a dream where I was writing down a dream. I put a big piece of a chocolate cake in a bucket of water. My black earmuffs were there. Meg and Dad were there. There was something about how I had to choose the fonts to type a video. I brought the water with chocolate cake in it over to the kitchen. The red knife was there too.







In the last dream there was a lot of stuff.

The first thing I remembered was getting some kind of garlic pills or garlic powder. I was in the back seat of a car with my sister. We were talking. The back seats were tannish brown. I didn't fully remember this part.

Earlier on in it, there was a part when my Mom was there and she found out I was into lucid, dreaming. So she was kind of getting on my case about what good is lucid, dreaming and why don't you just get a regular engineering job. Every time she asked me one of those hard questions, I would get up, go for a walk with my headphones on, and come back to her with an answer. But then she would ask another hard question. I think i was lucid during this portion but I don't really remember that much or how lucid I was. If I was lucid, I was thinking how it is cool that the dream is giving me this chance to deal with these challenging issues and that I should try to engage my dream mom. I almost didn't want to deal with it though.

I was telling my mom about how I had something in a dream and she was like, you had what? But I was like, no, it was in a dream, not waking life. But she still made a big deal of it. Something about a couch.

In another scene, there was a friend of my Nana's at the head of the table. She had something that looked like a cigarette in her mouth but it wasn't. I was like, is that a cigarette? Because it would undermine my Nana's cigarette quit. But she was like, no, and showed me what it was. It was a lollipop or a pen or something more abstract, I don't fully remember.

I was at this ice skating park. I was giving a woman a piggy back ride in my ice skates or roller skates.

I was going up to a basketball court and saw one kid who looked like A S and another smaller guy who looked like A S. I was like, look, it is both "A S's"! .

I was in this room with one prominent lucid dreaming author and researched. I called him Dr. so and so as we stood in a big square formation of people and held hands. The whole room was holding hands, not just us. But the lucid dream teacher told me not to call him doctor, just call him by his first name. I thought that was pretty cool of him but insisted I call him doctor.

Also, in that room, I saw S S D, a teacher from high school who taught spanish. I was happy to see him because he was a teacher who always inspired me a lot.

In a next part I went into this under ground cavern thing that was like an under ground office. There were some kind of fraternity guys there getting ready to do some kind of computer thing where everything had to be really precise. Some kind of magic card thing or something. At one point I went down there to get something I had left there but they said I couldn't be there. I forgot it again and had to go back again to get it. It was weird climbing in and out of there. The last time I went down and got my dinner, I climbed back up. It was very late. It was raining really hard. I was surprised I hadn't eaten yet considering it was so late.








Then I was walking down the main road in my town by the C S Deli. This guy with longer hair walked by, from the grocery store, and someone else was saying how he shouldn't leave his truck over where he left it accross the road. Next thing I knew, someone was getting in his truck and driving off with it. They slammed their own grocery bags in the door of the truck. The truck looked orange, yellow, pink or green. it was kind of like a big van type of thing. The guy seemed annoyed that they stole his truck. So we were going to try to get his truck back. White grocery bag in door of truck.

I was helping the guy get his truck back. I was walking down the road he lived on and passed some really interesting colored houses. THere were two brick houses. On the second brick house to my left, I talked to a couple. They were a bit older. The man, sitting on the left, said something like, you don't want to go to that guy's house. Something about how the neighbors didn't like him. But I didn't let that stop me. i wanted to help the guy since I had witnessed the incident.

I was at this hard ware store looking for the truck. There was a barrel of shovels that had some different monetary amounts and a time slot posted on each shovel. Like a few shovels said, 12 to 1 P M, 55 dollars an hour. 10 to 11 A M, 40 dollars and hour. I figured they were different prices for guys to work on someone's house depending what hour they got. The shovels were different colors. We were in a van or a go cart kind of thing and a guy who ran the hard ware store was helping us out.

There was a heavy set guy who drove down to our van in a go cart thing and was talking to someone else in the car. He spoke very intelligently and I was astounded at the way he spoke to this guy who was having trouble. It was very skillful. When he was done, I exclaimed that he was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. However Someone else in the van was saying how he didn't need to use all this psychological psycho babble. I was saying how the guy didn't even sound like he was being that psychological to me. Just very attentive and he responded so well to the guy in distress. I forgot what exactly he said but i remember being amazed at his brilliance.

Then a dream version of another well known lucid dreaming author was sitting accross from a younger guy. It seemed like some kind of talk show. Maybe they were just sitting and eating together. But the younger guy presented some out of the box ideas and the older L D teacher was shooting down his ideas in what I thought was a really mean way. This kind of upset me. I have listened to a lot of interviews with this particular L D teacher and he has always been really nice. He was also older in the dream. But it was definitely him. Sometimes I can't remember the persons appearance but I remember a felt sense within the dream that it was that person's prescence. The L D teacher was also sipping some alcoholic beverage and I don't think they use alcohol.

Then they left the table and I was the only one there. Someone had left honey underneath one of the chairs. Like a pile of honey. Somehow it hardened up. One of the women on staff there looked pretty bummed about this frozen honey mess. I told her she just had to fill the entire room with water and it would dissolve the honey. I was a little pre lucid because I wondered if honey hardened up like that. But I figured thats what honey always did, I just never knew.

Then I was in a room in a house, I guess my current house. I was reaching my hand underneath the heating vents by the floor to feel for dirt. I only felt carpet or towel there. Then I got afraid there would be a bug and pulled my hand away.

In the next part there was a set of Pokemon cards. I got it for a low price or as a gift. Someone was telling me not to judge the cards because they were mainly commons and uncommons not really the coolest rares. But the idea was just to accept the cards as they were and try to appreciate even the common and uncommon cards. Usually I would totally ignore commons and uncommons and just go for the rare. A change of heart came over me within the dream and I was able to appreciate the cards as they were, even the simplest common card, as a work of art.

In the back of the binder there were mesh pouches with a zipper with stacks of cards in each. I got excited when I saw these because it meant there were more cards for me to go through. There was one reverse hologram alakazam that looked cool to me.

Then there were these kids. Only kids of a certain age so there was a limit to what they could be exposed to. On a red piece of construction paper someone had drawn some lines in white that looked like a rocket ship. SOmeone else was making an innuendo about what the rocket ship looked like. Referring to a certain countrys kind of rocket ship. I forgot what country.

I thought through the dreams, slept a little more, then activated the voice recorder and got them down. My dream recall was really good for such eventful dreams and I woke up feeling really heavy in all my limbs which is a good thing I M O. It means deep sleep I think.

I didn't go back to sleep after that.

Sorry for the late upload, the WiFi was cut because my parents didn't pay it in time. Thank goodness it didn't go on longer than it did.

Day Seven:

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:40 AM


Dream 04: If Marvel Made Overwatch(?)

The dream takes place in the first person camera perspective, much like a movie. The subject matter was, of course, Overwatch.

I think I was playing a story mode of sorts, with (Oddly enough) live acted cutscenes alongside the more stylized Overwatch gameplay. I remember playing as Soldier: 76, shooting a big ol' Roadhog as we both try to get to a closed room.

It then switched to a cutscene where 76 says he will "Open the gates to the outside world, and there's no coming back", conversing to (Of freaking course) Teddy Cruise as two guys try holding him back.

Teddy is struggling to get out of their control, but the gates open anyway, and a bright light floods the room.

It then switched to an interview segment with Teddy Cruise remarking about how the light was so bright, he might actually be partially blind in his right eye. Guess the directors at Blizzard or something must've really hated him.


Day Eight: Nap


Fell asleep at: 4:30 PM

Woke up at: 9:30 PM


Dream 05: Tension Brewing

Talk about day residue. Yesterday, my English class was talking about the 16th Street Baptist Church Bombing, going over an article and a poem about the event. It got real heated, real quick, and I think it's safe to say all of that transferred over to this dream.

I'm in a classroom, just doing my work, then I come to realize the teacher is literally not without a racist bone in his body. The kids aren't making things any better, as they too just reciprocate everything he says, jokingly or otherwise. It's just a hostile environment overall.

Dream 06: Pointers from the Subconscious

I dreamt I was designing one of my characters, a time travelling 80s video game protagonist stereotype named John Jones. In the dream, he's wearing an umpire's outfit, complete with a baseball base as a shield and a baseball bat as a sword expy.

Dream 07: Perspective

I'm at school, again, but this time I'm walking inside the hallways. On my way to the 'I Wing', one of my old friends, D, walks up to me and says hi. We exchange words, catch up with each other for a bit, and go our separate ways. We never really talked that much in the waking world, so I wondered why she was one of my designated 'dream friends' for this one. Hmm...

But there's no time to ponder that fact, as I am now inside my World History teacher's body, personality, everything. In the hallways, I'm trying to calm down two 6ft tall students from beating each other up or something. It was so weird having someone else's thought patterns in mine, but probably something I want to put a pin on later.


Day Eight: Night

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:40 AM

Dream 08: Alpuppies

Back at my house, I exit out of my Mom's room to find that my dogs are fully grown...And fully terrifying. My two puppies (Nemo and Kleo) now resemble llamas than, y'know, dogs.

I take them to go pee outside, where they poop, pee, and spit all over the place. The dream ends soon after.

Ib 3?

I was in my father's house and was introduced to a game which was suppose to be like Ib the horror game but a newer version. I didn't know that the game would involve the places merging with reality though. My mom walked in as i was contemplating which path to take. I didn't want to go in any halls or dim rooms and i definitely didn't want to go up the stairs. She told me to stop being so scared and crying about it. That she would go up the stairs no matter what. I let her go as I scuttled away a bit and a random distorted shape tryed to attack me. I pretended i had a stick weapon as i had a feeling it was a dream and attacked the monster. I was able to get rid of it but as i moved on I think that was when i warped to a room.

In the room was my mom and brother and i was holding a phone that was like a game remote. On it a random scene appeared that was very vulgar and disturbing. I put the volume down because i didn't know the game had such a scene and quickly walked out the room to turn it off. The horror game was still merged with reality though and i had no idea how to beat the game. I was pretty scared too despite being brave. I ran to my older brother's room and jumped on his chair where he was next to his computer. He asked me what was wrong. I said that i needed help to beat a horror game cause i didn't know how to do it.

He agreed to help and began looking at a game guide/ coding something in the computer. He said he felt bad for china because the code works against them there but there was nothing he could do since the game was programmed in such a way. He told me that the number I had to put in to get to the next level was 3, 6 and 18. There were three more levels left. He did it for me and i thanked him.

Afterwards i fought a small boss and had only three levels to beat but my dad called me and mentioned that it was getting late and i should go. I was dissapointed cause i wanted to see the ending. As I saw him toss porkchops into a pan I saw the game slowly dismerging with reality and just accepted that i would have to continue another time. Woke up after that.

School In A Castle

I was in a new house that had many items, curtains, even the walls/flooring in white color. My mom was present and told me to enjoy my nap. I walked into my bedroom and hopped onto the white big bed, covered in fluffy white pillows. There was even a white silk curtain hanging above the bed and a lovely sunny scenery of a park showing through the open window. I was so content there and wrapped my arm around the fluffy pillows. As a nice calm breeze blew in I began to think "This feels so real. It would be mind blowing if it was a dream". I tried to fall asleep than but the dream shifted.

I was now at a dream school that was taking place inside a purple creepy castle. We would have to stay there for a good amount of time but i looked forward to making the best of my stay. I walked inside with a group but my close friends were two guys. One of them made me think of Eye. As we walked through the halls i got kind of lost but reached a place where there was a huge pool of water and a water monster who was apparently there to test student's skills. I gave it a shot and made a high jump to attack it but than somehow i ended up messing up another group's plans.

They were hoping to graduate as villains in the dream school. I excitedly looked at their cool anime forms than ran away as they chased me. I ended up clumsily tripping but the guy who reminded me of Eye stepped in and fought back the group. He than took my hand and brought me to a table where our other friend was making chocolate desserts that looked golden on the outside and round like a rice cake. He showed me how to make them there. It was weird but he said to take a small amount of dough and to put chocolate in it. Than the metal thing would cause it to rise and it would cook/gain its shape. I hugged him than tried it myself. Woke up after that.

Notes- I want an all white bedroom now.

These are just non lucid dreams. They were not the most vivid or intense but I am just committed to recalling and recording as much as possible whether they are lucid, non lucid, vivid, not as vivid, happy dreams, night mares, etc. I just unconditionally try to remember as much of my dreams as I can no matter what.





Dreams from 2018-02-19 to 2018-02-20.


The first time I got up to use the bathroom, a few hours after going to sleep, I didn't remember any dreams.







Dreams from the second time I woke up. These dreams were weird because When i woke up from them my mind didn't go straight to dreams and it was hard to keep my mind focused on dreams. It was probably because I had more of a scattered day yesterday and didn't read as much L D stuff.

Pokemon that could only evolve if a special machine was on. Then it was like a special evolution.

I was looking along the bottom of a grocery store fridge and there was pizza and beer. For the beer I thought the word " bud" I guess as in Budweiser. I was drinking beer in the dream and then thinking that I really don't want to be doing this. Something to do with my Nana.

Car with A C pulled up. A C and A B kind of sat on this side walk thing with me. I only remembered this part vaguely.

I Wanted to play Wii games for a job but working for G A. Two tall guys saying they are from another country and have more muscle tone or flexibility. Pokemon card tournament.
Sitting in my yard without a shirt on.

I was taking out the garbage. Neighbors told my Dad "your one son is horrible" (talking about me). Then they talked about how someone was trying to get into someone else's house somewhere in the neighborhood.

Female employee just started at my job. Working in an office. I had a binder with some writing in it. I was questioning if I could even be considered an employee because all I thought of was the next time I would go talk to her. She was sitting in a group of people and I tried not to stare at her too much but it was hard to resist. I was very attracted to her. But I didn't want to be predictable. S L and J J on stage as company leaders, talking about something to do with money.

I was experimenting with a special headset technology. I had my phone. I looked at the time and it was 2:45. I looked again and it was 2:02 but in the dream I thought it meant it was 3:02 but that it had changed from daylight savings time or not been changed when the hour got added or subtracted. Also I was surprised if it was 3:02 that so much time had gone by which is funny because that happened to me from 2:45 to 3:09 P M during the afternoon the previous day.
I was sitting outside without a shirt on getting sun. It was somewhat cold but just warm enough to not have a shirt on. I kinda thought that people wouldn't want me to do this but I needed to get my sun.

Some dream of some kind of disagreement with my sister. I have been having various dreams of arguing with my sister since I told her about circumcision trauma and how if she has kids she shouldn't circumcize them.

There was also something in the dream when I was in a drive way. I was listening to something like a louise hay audio book. she was talking about being nice to ones self and being happy. I had some sort of resistance to the ideas but also a part of me liked them.





It took me a while to fall asleep. But I had some more eventful dreams.

The first dreams I noticed were of being near this big dark body of water. And in this dark tunnel thing. There was water flowing through the tunnel. My phone and another electronic device were left in the tunnel and I had to go back for them. The interesting thing about these dreams was that I noticed I was dreaming, woke up in my bed, fell asleep again into the same dream, noticed it was a dream, had a lucid moment, woke up again, and that happened like 8 times. I didn't really do it on purpose though. More may have happened around those but I don't remember.





I was in the car on a cell phone or in front of a store. Talking to my ex girlfriend. And I was telling her how if she has a boyfriend, she shouldn't talk to me, because if I was her boyfriend, i wouldn't like her talking to a different guy.

Here was another dream. I went into this Youth Center kind of place. I call it the boys and girls club in my dreams because I seem to go there a lot. It is just like this community hang out place where lots of people hang out. It might be one of the most frequent locations in my dreams out of the locations without physical counterparts.

So I went in the cafeteria of that place to eat. I got various tupperwares. One was these small green and purple grapes. I remember seeing a woman there with a big box of those snack packs of chips. I got the idea that people donated food to this place for people to eat since it seemed like a lot of food they giveaway for free.

Then I chose a seat and it was like a couch I could lay down almost all the way on. I was watching this video on a computer monitor. In it, there was a woman talking about how she had tried to give up an addiction by throwing out her stuff. I tried to hide the monitor from some guys who had sat to my left. I also felt bad for taking the best chair. The guys questioned why the woman had tried to go cold turkey on her addiction. I tried to explain to them that some people can't just do things in moderation. They are either in full blown addiction or they are sober. They didn't seem to understand.

There was some more stuff in that community center place. i think I drove home in the dream. I might have been in my old houses back yard somewhere in the interim.

Next I was home and I dreamed that I had napped for the whole afternoon. It was around 5 when i woke up. on my desk I had two tupperwares, one with a big glob of peanut butter, and another with a big glob of peanut butter plus a big glob of cottage cheese. I remember thinking these must be the food items I took home from the community center place. I think I had the tiny grapes too. I forgot the cottage cheese was there and looked back and it was still there. i figured that had probably gone bad by now. I wondered what I would eat. I considered just sleeping the whole night through and skipping dinner.




Not as many dreams tonight I guess. I had a couple hours insomnia each night the previous 4 nights and then this night was the first night when I really slept. I had a bout of sleeplessness part way through but not as much as the other nights.

Dreams from last night, lucid part in bold color text



Thing before grocery store part but only vague memory.

Thing with friends K W and/or B L at grocery store. Thinking about what the animals had been through whose meat was being sold. K W or B L wanted to buy meat but I was not buying meat.

We were in Nana's living room. Cousin there. Going accross circle of people.

Multiple choice test. Something about looking at someone else's paper.

Underground scenario with people. Something about only a limited number of people getting out. One somewhat elderly person and an extremely elderly person wanted to get out. Something about helping people out of there.

Dragon Ball Z video game. I was like Goku. There were parts where the bottom half of the screen showed a text box where the text colors could be changed. Other colors costed more money or something like that.

Thing about weight lifting competition with R A. Squatting 315 for reps. R A out squatting me but I was attempting 350 and up to 405 but failing the reps.

Going down to my college weight room to do a workout. I didn't have my key card to open the door. Hoping someone would be coming up the stairs and out the door and I could walk in. It was Miss M, a high school math teacher I had. She gave me a look like she knew I was trying to get in without a card. I told her I just left my wallet in my car. This was true in the context of the dream. She said I had to go to the desk and give them my name. I didn't want to have to do that but she was pretty stern about it. Another woman I went to H S with, G A, came up the stairs behind her. She smiled very brightly and glowed with white light. I felt loved.

I didn't go down to the weight room. I saw Miss M at a desk, in front of a computer, and on the phone. There was a cigarette butt on her desk. I was getting a download about her that she stays busy on the computer all morning and then busy standing in front of a class teaching all afternoon. A way of being workaholic and always busy. She seemed stressed on the phone.

I went over to her and she was a cyclops. Instead of two eyes, she had one giant eye in the middle of her head. I felt unsure of how to respond. I tried to make "eye contact" just with her one eye as if she had two. She began to tell me how she came from some ancient civilization. There were some specific names of civilizations I don't remember.

I might have got the order wrong in that the underground part or the goku part might have come after the cyclops part. Sometimes remembering the order isn't as easy.

Something about studying for a test again. Preparing for a test.

I was going to stay in this house. The heat was off when I got there so I put the heat on for myself and when the other people arrived. I also made sure a window was closed that had been left open. Something about action figures?

I had some tupperwares with plants or flowers. There was a woman living there and I was trying to appease her with flowers. She was talking about the other women who lived there as if they were not there. How annoyed she was of them. She was saying how she had just quit smoking. I said she might get along with L S because L S just quit smoking too. We were standing around a countertop.

In the dream it seemed like the woman wanted something. I had three folded up Pokemon shirts. One was of Pikachu. There were two others. I liked them, but the woman seemed to want or need them. The dream context was that she had ruined another shirt I had lent her so I thought I might not want to trust her with my cool shirts. But I didn't have the heart to say no.

I was looking at a Pokemon card in the hall way from the front door into the kitchen. I was thinking of my shiny metal energy card and giving it to the woman as well. Then there was a part of a Pokemon card with metal energy and another kind of energy, maybe fire or psychic.

That was really good dream recall for the first round of dreams. I was very happy as more details continued to flow into my mind.

It took me what seemed like hours to fall back asleep. I don't know why. But it did. Eventually I did fall asleep though. I had one mini dream of a grey glove with a whoopie cushion feature. Then I had some more dreams with I forgot most of. Maybe with U C or my sister. But that round of dreams ended in a funny way. I was driving along the main road in my town near the numbered streets. As I drove, I kept thinking of parallel parking somewhere. There was a car behind me I kept seeing in my rear view. To my right, along the side of the road, there was a bicyclist bicycling along. He started yelling at me because I guess he could tell I was starting to pull off to the side and he thought I would hit him? He was keeping pace with my car which is interesting. He continued to yell things at me until I heard "Stop!" Really loudly and then woke up with a startle.


It took me a little bit to fall asleep again.








In the next dream, I am with a tan woman and I only remember that party vaguely. She goes out for a moment and I am at my black desk with some food that I haven't eaten from my meal plan during the day. I wonder for a moment why I am eating spinach at this hour but I figure I just didn't eat it during the day and had to catch up. I am playing a game or writing on my phone. The room lights are on and I realize this might disturb my sleep. I reach for my orange glasses in response to this.

An application pops up on my phone that has to do with dating. it is like an easy dating for singles app. The interface is black and red. I think that dating sites aren't really my thing but maybe one day I will try it. I try to close it but there is an ad positioned on the window where the X is to close it. I think to myself that that shouldn't be allowed, for advertisers to put a link in the close box so when you go to close it it opens something else. The app won't go to all apps view when I press the all apps view button. The top bar where it says File, Edit, View, etc. has the word File to the far right. I click File then Exit and it closes. Another dating app pops up. This one I am able to swipe away from all apps view to close it. I do not use any dating apps in waking life.

There is a big container of coins. All types of coins. There are even giant silver coins which I think must be fifty cent pieces. I take the coins out and look at them. I am also eating my spinach with the same hands that touched the coins, questioning if that is really a good idea but continuing to do it anyway.

The woman returns to my room and comes to join me. She realizes she has something else to go to. I realize this is a dream in a very subtle kind of way. The thought just comes to me that it is a dream, and then I realize, oh, of course, it must be. Very calmly. Now I am lucidly aware with in the dream.

I wonder what I will do. I realize I am sitting in bed so I decide to just meditate. I close my dream eyes and see a dim white glow on black background. I feel calm and think to myself that I will just go to sleep within this dream and have a lucid, dream within a lucid, dream. Then I will wake up to the other dream and still know it is a dream. I start feeling like this will really happen.

I begin to float out of my bed and around the corner. I was previously in my current bedroom but now I am in my bedroom from my previous house. I float into the teal room which is my sisters. The tan woman is in there with my mom and sister. I am flying with my head running along the ceiling and I look down at the women there. The tan woman turns out to be M C and she looks very pretty. I have an understanding she is my girlfriend in this dream. I fly down and kiss her forehead, then we kiss regularly. I am aware my Mom sees us. my sister walks out but for another reason, not from being weirded out or anything. My Mom seems happy that I have a girlfriend. M C has to go do something in another room.

I notice glitter glue writing all over my sisters walls. Gold and bronze glitter glue saying things like remember your dreams, discover, remember, in script writing. I realize it will be fun to tell my Mom about my dream so far. Not to tell her it is a dream but to talk about it as if we are in waking life, and I just woke from a dream. Like, "Mom, you will never guess the dream I had," and then tell her about the events up to that point. I also thought this could help my dream recall.

My Mom is smiling and very happy. M C comes back and makes some kind of advance towards me. I give in to do something I sometimes try to hold back from doing in dreams.

I woke up from this kind of wishing I had taken my time to explore the dream instead of just doing other things in the dream. But I guess it is living and learning. I had really good lucidity in this dream, probably from meditating at the onset. I didn't even think of tasks of the month or my healing goals.

4 different days of LD's combined to catch up.

Can't recall much from the first few, they were dark / black and grey type of LD's that came from the roll over technique of being partially aware that my body is tricked into thinking i'm asleep but I ended up rolling out of my body into my room each time and had very little to no control in the Dream state for some reason..

2nd day which was about 3 or 4 days ago I believe I became lucid while in an airport. I was putting things into my duffel bag and I put away my Toiletry bag and then I ended up putting away a second Toiletry bag and that made me realize something was up. I knew that I only owned one of those so when I started putting a second one away it made me think I may be dreaming. I did a RC and checked my fingers and had 5 fingers on each hand which was odd but I could feel I was in the dream universe and checked again and I had little heads of different people on the end of each of my finger tips on my left hand which confirmed that I was indeed dreaming.

From that point I decided to go have some fun, I flew off out of the terminal showing off my flying skills which was funny because some of my dream characters seemed impressed I could fly, most of the time they don't really pay much attention but this time they were watching in awe. I flew around and hovered and had great control and then flew upwards by a building. I wanted to try to walk up the building like in inception vertically and after a few tries I was successful and was able to walk vertically up the building which was really cool. After that I let my body fly down towards the ground while people were watching and decided to do some fun front flips on the way down before landing on the ground and that caused me to wake up for some reason.

The next LD I had was a couple of days ago, I was in a room and I don't recall much about it but something made me realize I was dreaming because of the walls or the room itself. I recall doing a RC and had 5 fingers on both hands until I rechecked my right hand and noticed 6 fingers confirming I was dreaming. I'm starting to notice my RC with my hands are starting to more often show normal sets of fingers which has never been the case int he past which is very stranger. I recall busting through walls to get outside as I was inside a building and remember flying off to feel that amazing feeling I love of flying. I also was doing some TK with some items and objects around me and tried on some people and I notice that with items I can easily use my TK powers but with people it's much harder for some reason but still possible just not with great success. I wanted to try some different things I hadn't tried in a while so I tried shooting a energy ball like "Ryu" from street fighter in a way and it worked fine but there was nothing spectacular about it. I then finally remembered to try out a couple of my dream goals which were 1 create a delorean time machine from back to the future and go travel to the future to the year 14,000 or some great distant future and also to Draw a door and make it open and travel to a destination i'm thinking of as a different way to try to teleport to new places. I was successful at creating a car that looked similar to a delorean but unfortunately when I went over to it to check it out it was like a huge mess of random wires and gadgets and seemed like a messed up version of what I was trying to create so it didn't workout completely. I don't recall what woke me up but that's the last I remember from that LD.

Yesterday I had another LD. I was in a building up high in what seemed like some really unstable top story building on the beach and went to get some sort of drink from it and had feelings of it's unstable issues. Something about that or about me being worried about being hurt or dying from this caused me to realize this was a dream. I decided to go a long with the dream for a bit before going onto other tasks I wanted to do and drank out of the bottle to see what it tasted like and it had a really good nectar type taste which I enjoyed. It had a weird bandage like top to open up which was strange but I remember drinking out of it twice and really liking the taste which was cool. My vision began to fade out and I just went with it and then somehow tried to make it back and I was there again. I don't recall much after that but I was ready to go do some fun things and explore but I can't recall what I did or what happened but I believe I woke up shortly after looking around the environment and enjoying some of the senses I was feeling of the ocean breeze and smells.

I'm starting to think that when i'm in situations that make me worried about being hurt or dying from a building or being in a odd situation that I wouldn't normally put myself into is helping me become Lucid.

I think i'm hitting in the mid 200's for LD's now. I don't really count many that are brief that don't have much substance to them and the past few months I've been having natural LD's a couple of times weekly without trying my usual WILD or WBTB techniques which have been great as that has always been my long term goal to have consistent weekly LD's .

Here are dreams from 2018-02-17 to 2018-02-18.

First dream. There is a teacher trying to get me to do something which I don't want to do. I don't comply. I am standing in the hallway near my high school gym locker room. Another kid there gets a sandwich from my Dad. I take the sandwich from the kid, saying, "He can't have this food! It belongs to my family!" And I walk out. We are headed to the bus. My Dad is getting on the bus, too. An older woman in the front seat of the bus calls me faulty. I am angry at her and I spit on her. There is this military guy who has come to keep an eye on me because I am "unruly". I sit in a school bus seat on the outside. My friends J R and S H are in the middle and window parts of the seat. I am telling them how it is better I sit with them than sit alone and have some military person sit with me who is on my case. A military guy is sitting behind us. He starts trying to trick me into admitting to things I didn't do. I catch his game and start saying how I would never do such things. He is falsely accusing me. I am talking to J R and S H about how when I use caffeine, my sentences go up on the page. I am writing words in an exponential function shaped line. Then I write a lower case a and there are many words or sentences all branching off of it. I think this is where I woke up from. Earlier in the dream, I remembered there being something to do with Pokemon, vaguely.

There were a few hours when I couldn't sleep. I didn't put on any lights, not even my phone screen or look at a clock. I eventually fell back to sleep and had some dreams. They aren't in perfect order but I will do the best I can.

There were some dreams of some kids on this island thing I forgot most of.

There was one scene where there was this tan couple saying things to each other. The woman was saying her husband is away. Then the "dream screen" showed this guy in a river in a boat. He had some red sort of armor on and an inverted triangle shaped red helmet thing. Then some more guys like that appeared in boats. Then the couple was spooning.

In another part I was in a room of where I lived in college. There were dogs and cats in the room with me. I started to notice all of these greenish slugs crawling around. Then the pets were freaking out and I got the sense it was from the slugs. I looked at the ground and saw all these slug spots on the ground. I opened the door and all the pets ran out as fast as they could. I slowly followed them down to room 15. K W and his girlfriend were there. The pets seemed happy with them and they seemed happy to see the pets. They looked directly at me when I walked in with big smiles.

In another scene I was in my room. The context was that I had this expensive almond oil in these bottle things. There was a guy who was my assistant. He was putting oil on house hold objects and clothing, which in the context of the dream was his job. But I told him he was using too much oil, and that he should re use the oil or use it more sparingly. He gave me a funny look.

In another scene I had a lot of pink bubble gum in my mouth. I was trying to hide it from people or something. I blew a huge bubble and it floated me into my Nana's laundry room.

In another scene I was at the local arboretum. There were 6 guys ahead of me wearing dark clothes and walking slow. I wanted to walk faster so I went around them. In a place where there is normally a lot of trees, there were no trees at all, so I was able to cut from trail to trail. I ran accross it. I wondered why there were no trees there but came up with some explanation and didn't see it was a dream. I was writing on my phone after that in my Fii Write app. I was using white font but as I scrolled through I had this cursive blue writing at the bottom.

In another part there was a woman giving me a pass word to something online. Her name was Clare or Claudia or something like that. She gave me a pass word to write down but I didn't get it right. Then she copy pasted a new pass word into my computer that was more complex or randomized letters and numbers. I was wondering why she was giving up her pass word, or if she just gave everyone her pass word.

There was a part where I was driving by my local elementary school. I saw a baby out the window and the baby gave me this look that seemed like the baby wanted me to go over there. So I did. Then I was watching two young kids, myself as a child and my sister as a child, playing games. They were doing some tug of war thing. I remember thinking that the children were happy to be able to just be able to play and eat snacks. Then there was something with a bath kind of with the same dream scene in a way. I was peeing on the drain of the shower floor. There was some bubble bath. I remember the bath turning blue and orange. The whole time I heard my aunt saying how she wanted to cook meat balls, and offering me meat balls. I got out of the bath and saw my hair covering my whole face. It looked funny to me. Then I was brushing my hair with a wide tooth comb and thinking if I wanted my aunt's pasta with meatballs. I was thinking about what kind of processed foods might be in the meatballs and decided not to have any.

In another part of the dream I was in my bed but my dream bed. there was this hanging shelf hanging off my wall with stuff on it. Something about it not being mine or being about to fall. I was looking at my computer monitor. It kept lighting up as these windows on the bottom task bar would emit a diamond shaped thing. Orange colored. I wanted to turn it off but it wouldn't go off. I could get the diamond shapes to stop. Heard people talking.

In the last dream scene, I am at the local arboretum again. It is a sunny day. I am walking along toward what they call turtle island. I am walking over a small isthmus type thing, but I don't know the word that is for an isthmus in fresh water scenarios. Land bridge? Anyway, in waking life, it is a narrow strip of land accross a pond to get to the other side. But in the dream it was a wooden bridge. The arboretum has wooden slat bridges across other parts of the pond or streams. In the back of the arboretum, there are old wooden bridges with one slat missing here and there. Well, in the dream, a wooden bridge was where the land bridge is, and it had a slat missing. So I was walking through there with my phone and then I dropped my phone. It slid in slow motion accross the whole bridge and into the stream through the slat. The stream there is very shallow. I dove after it and got to my knees, reaching my hand down into the mud. I could feel my phone in my hand and then the mud and the water. I thought it was hopeless anyway but I was going to do my best to rescue it. I really started to panic. I thought it was waking life. I started to be like, "This has to be a dream. Please let this be a dream." It was like my worst night mare and I was so sure it was waking life. I just thought saying it must be a dream was like a coping mechanism for my phone breaking. All the thoughts about all the stuff I would lose and how I couldn't afford a new phone right now crossed through my mind. Then I was so surprised when I slowly woke up in my physical bed. That was the first dream where I have ever deliberately woken myself up without even knowing it was a dream. I woke up like, wow, I wish I had just done a finger palm test first.

So there are all my dream memories from last night.

Date of Dream: SUN 18 FEB - 2018



Dream No. 284 - Ridiculous Contract

The dream started with me being in the Target store at Waverley Gardens Shopping Centre. It was dark in this Target and it was like there was a Christmas display and lightshow going on. In this scene, I was always mentioning how I had a performance coming up at 1:00 PM. When I first looked at my watch, it was 10:00 AM, at least that's how I perceived it in the dream, but the reality was that it was 10 past 12. Then then next time I looked at the watch, I said it was 11:00 AM but it was really only 5 past 12. The 12:00 time was accurate because both hands had to be on the 12, so there was no distortion of time perception.

When it did reach 12:00 PM, I approached a man in the store and told him I had to go. I was at this random place that I knew nothing about in regards to my surroundings. I had gotten there just before 12:30 PM, so I went to find the stage technician who was going to help me set up for my performance. She was some tall, young Indian/Sri-Lankan lady who wore all black. She told me she had the amplifier, PA, mic and DI box but no laptop input. I pulled a short cable out of my back pack but she said that it wouldn't work for connecting to the PA. She did mention though that it could connect to a pre-amp.

I told her I had a pre-amp but it wasn't with me at the moment. I was then in the car with my dad and I was talking to him about the pre-amp. He told me it was still with EW and so that idea was inconvenient. My dad did try to call EW but he said that he still needed it and so I couldn't have the pre-amp any time soon. I was then back at the event, telling the lady that we don't have the pre-amp. That's all of what I can remember for that scene.

The next major scene was at Camelot Rise primary school but it served as all a primary, secondary and tertiary place of education. The first class was a tertiary class, tax revision with JLou. While she was going through the answers with MN, I listened in and independently corrected the work I did. Next, I was with the year 12 cohort, which I was a part of in the dream. Through rumours, I heard that it was Ms L's birthday and so everyone from the year level was lining up at her office to give their wishes.

I was then roaming around the school, seeing what other classes were taking place. I ended up exploring most of the primary school section. While I was in that area, the class teacher of 1/2G was trying to get my attention but when I looked at my watch, I realised I had to get back to the year 12 area for my next class, so I couldn't talk to him. I ended up flying past his classroom and into obscurity.

For a moment I was confident that I was heading back to the year 12 area but the surroundings were just becoming more and more unfamiliar. Soon, I came across a sign that said “Tasmania” and the school grounds were filled with all these hilly mounds of sand, like I was approaching some desert. I only became more and more nervous and when I knew I was truly lost, I started calling for Dreamy WB. For a while, there was no response and the degree of me getting lost was only getting worse.

I called for her a few times, still nothing. So I added a few words onto that. Eventually, I said “Dreamy WB help me I'm lost! I'm going to be in trouble if I don't get back!”. After my last-ditch plea for help, I feel something. I'm not flying myself anymore and rather I become stationary in mid-air. I am then pulled back slightly, and then it starts. I am pulled in a backwards motion really fast, back towards the year 12 area. Over there, I try to find my class but I can't. I ask a few Killester teachers where mine might be and they said to either find Ms Gab. or someone else that I have forgotten the identity of.

I can't find my Killester class teacher anywhere, now walking out of the year 12 area; that's when Dreamy WB comes out of invisibility and into her human form. She had her hair straight and she was wearing a black camisole with black leggings and black canvas shoes. We ended up in the central undercover area and that's when I questioned Dreamy WB about what I should do. We went up to the library but there was no one in there.

Back at the central undercover area, I came up with an idea. I said to her that I was going to make an announcement for the teacher to come and find me. While rehearsing the idea in my head, a paper contract appears in my hands and in bold writing at the top was “Breach of Dream Contract”. I think to myself, “what a stupid preposition. Since when did my dreams have contract conditions?”. I had a good read of what it was and apparently I wasn't allowed to make public announcements to find my teachers. There were then some bullet points of consequences; I remember one being “deduction of K-points”.

I found that contract so stupid that I was frowning and my nose was all screwed up, with my mouth being twisted in a sideways direction. I thought “bull****” as I then passed the contract onto Dreamy WB to read; I wanted her judgement on the situation. She was also pulling her face at the contract and then she told me not to worry about it. So then I decided to go with it and rehearse what I was going to say in the announcement.

I didn't need any PA system or megaphone, apparently I could amplify my voice independently on command. As I took a breath in, the dream started the fading out process on me. During the fade out, I still found the power to rehearse and this is what I said; “Excuse me for this interruption but could the current classroom teacher of Karla B. please make their way to the undercover area and present themselves to Miss W T. Thankyou”. As the dream was just about to end, Ms DeW. is coming up to the undercover area and just as she is approaching the stairs to come down to me and Dreamy WB, I wake up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

it was very cold the breeze was a deep chain of being crucified in the wilderness I felt as if I been here before or the place same like a familiar setting I start running as I was running the cold pressure got more intense I was frozen in a staring photo as I try to open my eyes I see a pinch black sunset arise from the clouds into a orange crème as the orange took control of the sky I see a pinch dull of blue getting ready to take the sky over as the creamy orange was settling in

Fell asleep at: 10:30

Woke up at: 7:10


Missing: 75℅ Of Humanity

The dream starts with me touring an apartment complex in some big city. A movie theater is directly in front of the apartments, and I'm reminded of a city in Mexico (Those on the border to be more exact).

I look down into the city, and realize NOBODY is around. NOBODY. Not even a few civilians walking around, nope, nothing.

Naturally, I freak out. I try to look up information on my phone, which makes reference to some biblical catastrophe which would wipe out 75% of the population. But, I didn't process all of that information, and thought it was zombies that did it. Yes.

So, when my family came over, I proceeded to barricade the doors when it came time to sleep. I wake up in the early hours of the morning when a group of teen survivors (Two boys and one girl) come walking up the stairs and into the hallway.

The lights are off, and all three of them are carrying candles, presumably because their phones died. I let them pass, and went back to bed.

Me and my family had spent a couple of days surviving in those apartments, when my mom decided it was time to get out of there because of the cramped living situation. We gathered up our food supply, loaded all of our stuff into the trunk, and just before we left...

Survivors.

They weren't hostile or anything, but there were very few of them to speak of. Maybe 4 or 5 people were out in the open.

My mom beckons me back into the car, and we went off to Tennessee.

I'm staring at a blinding white light trying to type words as the ink of black stain the white pre scene I get engulf in words that are meaningless if they have no purpose the intent of the dream fades as I'm staring upon the glass I close my eyes and start typing words in my dreams as I'm dreaming I cant understand anything that goes on I jus see a floating of words trying to memorize the event that never happen I try to write more yet its just black ink staining the ominous white color as the black ink stains the white I see myself transforming in letters of gesture I only have when my eyes are closed