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Mountain Security Base

In this dream I was moving from one location in the US to another. I used to live in Marshfield Wisconsin when I was a kid. I have many fond memories of it, and would like to revisit one day. In fact I intend to make my old house in Spencer Wisconsin, just 10 minutes away from Marshfield, into a persistent dream location since I have dreamed about it so much. Several months ago I moved to Illinois, which is what prompted this dream I just had today. I also just watched Moana which kind of attributed to this as well. I forget exactly which location I moved to in this dream, but it was on an island almost exactly like the one in Moana, only covered in snow. I remember passing through Marshfield, Wisconsin on the way there. In this dream I recognized the town going through it, and acknowledged this was the 3rd time being there (In the dream, there seemed to be past memories of driving past/through this town on other occasions, but not IRL). Within no time I arrived in the city and state I was intending to go. The trip was by car. I didn't spend long here, before looking at a map to see just how far away Marshfield was from here. On the map it said 18 hours away, but that was because I had to go around this huge mountain in the middle of the island. I scouted the area with some sort of drone and saw various things that looked like robots and robot enclaves. Something caused my drone to fail, so I decided it would be best to just start my journey. I packed up and started walking.

I much liked the scenery. I looked at all the hills and trails, and trees, and even these enclaves I mentioned earlier. I tried to stay away from them, but they kept trying to get closer to me, almost to shoo me away. It wasn't long at all before I started hearing a loud alarm. It was like a high-pitched constant noise meant to warn anyone who hears it. Either that or a siren. I heard children crying, and I started to look around me. The path I was on went steadily up the mountain parallel to it. So if you continue up this path it will take you around and around until you reach the top; the mountain was so large that this path seemed quite straight however. As I looked around me I saw many guards stationed around, and 2 children being picked up by security and put into police cars. I noticed many dogs roaming around just off the path I was on. The guards, including where the children were caught appeared to be on a path just to my left about 10 or 15 feet. I then saw floodlights and chain link fences all about, and I started quickly to walk back the way I came. I don't know how far I must have walked, but it was evident I should not be here.

A guard grabbed me by my arm on my way back and started asking me questions. She was clearly older than me. I was only around 14 in this dream for some reason, but she was around 23 or 24, fairly tall, and had long brown hair under a police hat. I asked her if this was some sort of military base and she told me I had no idea, as if it were something much more. She asked where I came from, and I told her. I told her that I didn't see much of anything, and would not tell anyone the things I had seen. (Except anyone who may be reading this blog post.) I said I would love to get a tour of the place, but I understand protocol, that it must be a very secret place and you would likely have to be a high leveled general to enter. She responded lightheartedly that just about any utility worker could gain entrance. She told the story of how they got someone in to install internet around the base, and he was given no security clearance. I was starting to think just how stupid this must be that she is sharing all this info with me, and just as I was about to say something she responded that they have a system in place that if any part of the base is tampered with or modified in any way unexpected, then the whole area goes on lockdown. The lights go out, the doors are sealed, and the area is secured until it can be investigated. I responded that it would allow them to immediately know where any breach is and who had done it. I then corrected myself to say they would not know the person's identity, but they would soon find out of course.

Just then a second guard caught up with us and almost all dialogue ceased. He led us down a flight of stairs hidden in a rock somewhere. He asked where it was I wanted to return to, and I said the state I had come from. This was the last I had seen of the first security guard. I can only assume the worst had happened to her after our encounter. I quickly descended the staircase over and over. I could see no end in sight. The stairs were almost like a stairwell in a tall building. You could not see the next floor down until you reached it- there wasn't a clear path down the railings you could look down through. The stairs were all cramped and slanted. There was no room to stand. You must down down at an angle. They were also not all uniform either, as some went different directions. I believe there were some small landings that had exits to locations nearby, but I knew by the guard's silence that none of these were my exit. He had been going behind me the whole time, and keeping a strong pace with me. I had to gown down many steps backwards, so that allowed me to keep him in sight. He had a very stern and solemn look, as if all emotions were erased within him. Just as I came upon an exit I realized I had forgotten what state I had moved to earlier in the week. I told the guard I was to be brought back to Texas, and so it was. I exited the stairway by myself through a small vent behind some chairs in a grocery/hardware store. Nobody noticed me as I got out of the vent, covered the entrance, and walked out into the warm Texas breeze.
Now in this dream Texas was still in the mainland, but Wisconsin, Illinois, and the other state I moved to in this dream, of which I have no recollection of the name, were all on the island with the huge mountain.

New house
I am not sure where this dream fits in. I feel it was a dream I had just before the one above. I recall my brother, who had the appearance of Matpat from youtube, kept showing a group of people around the house to his room. He was not the only one to do this, and I don't remember the whole purpose, but he wanted to take it an extra step each time. He would hide and wait until the whole group of us were gathered near his room, and he would throw a surprise of some sort and make a show of it. I have forgotten just what he was showing us, but it was something new each time. Eventually he changed bedrooms to a neglected part of the house. It was a small door located in a crawlspace in the basement. The door was much to small to fit through by anyone bigger than a small child, but he somehow managed. I saw this room when we moved into this house, but I had no desire to take it since I could see no easy way in. Nobody had examined this room before my brother had, so nobody had seen its potential. The people who lived in this house, and the group checking the rooms were my grandparents, my parents, my aunt and uncle, my other brother, and this brother's children. As it turns out this room was not dark or basement like at all. In fact it led to a secret part of the house that could not be seen from the outside. It was shrouded in mystery and had to use some sort of technology in its creation to hide it from prying eyes. There was a door to the left of the room that had not existed before being examined closely. This door led to a small room. It was an entry way to both an outside porch and the hidden bedroom that was there all along. You could always see this bedoom through the small door mentioned before, but you could not see its potential until you entered via this hidden hallway. The room was well lit and bare. Someone had lived here several decades prior, but this is the first time someone had gained enterance since then. It was very bright due to the outside light peering in from the veranda, and very clean as the room could not even allow for dust to gather about. Inside was just a queen size bed and a flat screen television with a mirror over it on the wall.

Youtube video
This one is more of a dream fragment. It involved being in the dark, on the same island mentioned above, watching a video on a computer on a desk in the middle of a fenced in area. There seemed to be nobody around, but I felt I was in danger as I watched the following videos. They were filmed by a man named David Knight of Infowars. He was showing off a new popular video game, and these images and themes hidden inside meant to program and brainwash anyone who had played it. They were obvious, but ignored by the vast majority of players. The signs had been messages from global overlords saying they would rule the people and establish their kingdom. Their way is the way of the future, and there should be no dissidents. Slowly these people in power would take over control of minor things around the population. Eventually, 1000 years down the road everything would be subtley owned, controlled, and created by the global elite. The average person would not notice it at all, but their whole lives would be under the control of some dark force unless they started to fight against it now.

Bear in mind I actually find David Knight a very reasonable person outside of that dream, and even though I don't watch him often, I would recommend his opinions and stances on many things.

This was my second time testing out the Galantamine/Choline combo. The first time, a week ago, I took 500 mg Choline and 4 mg Galantamine. I definitely noticed a difference in the vividness and memory retention of my dreams, and I had a short DILD after being inside a dream for some time. I woke almost as soon as I got lucid, though.

This morning, when I did my WBTB at 6 a.m., I decided to try 8 mg. of Galantamine, keeping the Choline dose the same.

I had a pretty long and vivid non-lucid dream, which I won't go into because it's superfluous.

I woke in bed and immediately tried a nose pinch reality check. Nope, couldn't breathe through my nose. But somehow I was sure that this was a false awakening, so I got up and tried a finger-stretching reality check. It didn't stretch. This was rather odd, because I was certain I was dreaming, but my reality checks kept trying to tell me I was awake. So I tried my third usual reality check, which never fails if I'm really paying attention-- a gravity check. I jumped up and down a few times, feeling the buoyancy of a dream, and finally confirmed that I was definitely not awake.

I had been wanting to do some sensory observation exercises when I became lucid, but I really, really wanted to leave the house first, so I went downstairs and out the front door. It was quiet in the house, nobody up yet.

Once outside, I decided to try to find an object that I could use as a sensory focus. "I will find a beautiful rock over there," I said, and pointed to the far corner of my front yard, near the street. On my hands and knees, I felt around in the grass where I had intended the rock, and found it quickly. It was a chunk of rock threaded with red quartz-- not very pretty, but visually and texturally interesting enough that I decided to use it. Standing up, I held it in my hand and studied it, touching it. It was smooth in places and had a rough, coarse, almost spiky texture in others. After I finished looking at it, I put it in my pocket.

I began to levitate in preparation to fly, and decided to continue my sensory exercises by engaging my sense of taste. I searched my pockets for a piece of candy, and felt around a bunch of different objects until I found a mint. I unwrapped it and put it in my mouth, but then decided that something fruity might be a better choice, so I decided that I would find a Jolly Rancher in my pocket. I did so, unwrapped it, and popped it in my mouth along with the mint. Then I realized that the two of them didn't really work together, so I spit out the mint. The Jolly Rancher was slightly fruity, but was kind of small and thin, as if it had already been shrunk down. I began to fly.

I began to wake up, my vision going dark. I could still vaguely feel myself flying through the air, rather like a vivid daydream, and I wanted to stay in the dream so I focused on the sensation of soaring through the air. I gained altitude as I flew down my street, and my vision slowly faded back in.

Ahead of me, hovering in the sky, I saw something remarkable: an enormous, antique book, its pages yellowing vellum, filled with elegant lettering and gold leaf illumination. The book gave off a sense that reminded me of the Arabian Nights, though I wasn't sure what the actual book was. It was as big as a small house.

I decided to try flying into its pages as a way to enter its world.

I flew forward, reached the book, and there was a sort of soft, golden sensation as I passed into the page. I found myself in a labyrinthine, walled garden, flying low over a cobbled walkway, peering through tiny, open-air windows set in ancient stone walls. Around me grew an Eden of green, luscious plants. By this time, I forgot to really engage my senses, and was caught up in the idea that if I got out of this enclosure, I'd be in the book's world. But I couldn't find a window large enough to pass through.

I flew around the labyrinth for several minutes until I woke up, discovering my right arm was hurting from lying on it. I rolled over and tried to re-enter the dream again, but by then I was too far awake, so I got up.

Don’t have all the details in mind but from what I recall I was lucid and brought to Dawn who said we were connected though unexpected. I was than given white chocolate in rectangular shapes and munched on them while I waited to see what would happen next. Another dc came and was organizing stuff around us while I waited. Don’t recall what happen next but I know I took the moment to appreciate my lucidity in this dream when I was. The non lucid part caught my attention but I forgot it by now

so I made a law of what happens when you close your here number

1.you will be tormented rape and murder on every occasion
2.you will be but a mere blind being before lucidity
3.every nightmare you have is your last awakening
4.every dream is to escape your nightmares
5.last but not least when dreaming and closing your eyes you will only live upon nightmare and murders as I shall commit sins as murder for the time being as the restriction of law as not seeing nor knowing what happens when my eyes close

Date of Dream: SUN 17 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 245 - Finding My Way Home

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was on the DreamViews forum when one username on the online list caught my eye. The username was “WB” followed by a couple of symbols. I checked out the profile and as soon as I saw the word “Killester” in the about section, I thought “uh oh... WB's got a DreamViews account”. I looked further and it was actually some other Killester girls that made the account; BG was actually the main person on there. All I could do for a few minutes was sit frozen in my chair, in shock, and gripe over the fact that they could see all of my dreams.

I reloaded the account in a few minutes and found out that it had been deactivated. They must have known that I was on and I was going to do something about it if they didn't. When I was at Killester for classes, I thought to avoid Ms L at all costs as the DreamViews scenario would've still had a big impact. She was at the portables area and I had classes there as well. I timed it so that I waited a few seconds and then followed behind quietly until I got to the place that I wanted to get to.

The dream changed scenes to actually having a class in the middle of the walkway leading up to the library. In waking life, Mr C teachers PE and woodwork but in the dream, he was teaching RE. I remember sitting on the floor, having bibles in front of all of us. I can remember that AA spoke but I don't remember what she said specifically.

The scene changed again and I was intending to make my way home from somewhere. For the first part, I was running down the Monash Freeway and ended up travelling almost as fast as a car. When I got off the freeway, I found myself in some neighbourhood that resembled the area behind my church. I soon found out that I had a lot longer to go and started to feel lost. I then saw arrow shaped signs that said “Mulgrave” on them; I figured I would get home by following these signs. After following two signs, I felt completely lost.

I figured it was time to start calling for Dreamy WB. It was hard to get her in this dream and it felt like forever that I was calling for her. At one point, I told myself to keep on the task. I eventually entered this bushy nature walk and there I elaborated on my intention. As I look up one of the cliffs, examining my surroundings, I yell out “Dreamy WB, I'm lost!”. I continue walking down the track and see all these people appearing, sprouting up from the ground like a beanstalk. I'm now walking through a maze of people, still calling for Dreamy WB who is nowhere to be found.

I am now going on like a broken record and eventually, someone who looks like WB comes out from behind a bunch of people. It's Dreamy WB and her appearance is that of an ash coloured jumper with black leggings and white canvas sneakers; her hairstyle is the short frizzy pigtail. She held a cute, innocent disposition while standing on the spot, waiting for me to come to her.

When I stood in front of her, she picked me up and started carrying me back down the path where I originally came from. I felt at ease when she was holding me, almost as if feeling like she was taking me for a leisurely stroll. I was facing in towards her so as she actually saw what was coming ahead, I had my head tucked into hers and admired the scenery that was behind us when I was first looking for her.

When we got to the end of the path, I said to her, “That's where I came from”. Dreamy WB must have been mistaken since she found out as she turned me around and took me the other way. Along the way, she stopped and spoke to some stranger Asian woman with me still perching on her. She said that if the woman got to the station as soon as possible, she could catch the 4:55 train with Dreamy WB. When we left the woman, I asked what the train thing was about. Dreamy WB told me that the train would be going to a station that I actually recognized the name of, I think it was Glen Waverley. I knew this would be my ticket home, so I asked if I could go with her. She said yes and so now I was hoping the other woman wouldn't turn up because now she couldn't go.

We got to the station and other members of my family were there. I said to Dreamy WB, “I have to ask them if I can go with you” and she told me to be quick or I'd miss the train. Seeing as though I had to be quick, I didn't ask anyone as I couldn't tolerate a no... I just told them. I went up to my brother and said, “I'm catching the next train with my dream guide”. Before he had time to say anything, I went to locate my dad and I said the same thing. I saw my mum and grandma on the upper floor but couldn't reach them, so just assumed that my dad and brother would pass the information on.

I headed over to the side of the tracks where Dreamy WB was waiting for me to board the train with her. Just as she was helping me to board the train, I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:00 AM

Fell back asleep at: 6:00 AM

Woke up,again, at: 7:00 AM



Nightmare:

I'm in my room, reading notes on this particular bug that, if ingested, could cause a slow and painful death. The scientists shown on the paper are Albert Einstein and Michio Kako for some reason, though both aren't exactly biologists. They both have opposing viewpoints: With Einstein's being grim and Kako's being optimistic.

I'm drinking out of a cup of water and there I eat it. I accidentally swallowed the nightmarish bug, causing my body to slowly go limp. I inch out of my bedroom and make my way over to the restroom. I can barely stand on my own two feet, and slowly approaching death's bed.

I look in the mirror, a foggy one. The whole room was humid. Someone probably took a shower before me. Anyway, I wipe off the fog from the mirror and see myself, barely keeping my head up above the sink, with droopy eyelids that show the tissue behind them.

Then I wake up.


NOTES:

1. A very vivid dream. I remember waking up with a sense of dread today and it took a few hours for it to wear off.

Bad dream recall on Dec 9, nothing I can remember (went out drinking).


On December 10, it started with a really hazy dream, probably mixed in with deep sleep.
Next I was with some mobsters from The Sopranos (they've been showing up in my dreams lately since I'm watching the show -- Chris Moltisanti, Big Pussy Bonpensiero, sometimes Paulie). It's nighttime or early morning, and we're on a bridge.
Cut to underground tunnel hangout. I understand the tunnels to be either under my house or between the bridge and my house (childhood home). They are sewer-like tunnels with ankle/waist deep water and track lighting. All of the sudden we're under siege -- tunnels are being infiltrated -- men are throwing grenades and shooting at us.
Some of our guys made it out, others didn't (there's only one exit). Paulie might have been shot/blown up, I don't clearly remember (I remember a grenade going into the hole of a cinder block and lighting up the tunnel).
Chris and Pussy are around a corner. I (as a disembodied spectator) warn them of the attack. Pussy is sitting, looking off at the ground and shaking (in DJ I wrote "having a hissy fit"). Chris is in a recliner and has earphones in. He takes them off and is visibly ashamed of being distracted, saying something like "I don't know what happens. I just miss these things, big things."

Cut to my childhood home from the front door. The driveway is elongated, and is torn up with caution tape and just dirt w/ dirt piles, like a construction site. Still dark outside. A girl from high school years ago is talking to a guy and is talking like a valley girl. She says "I wish I could listen to a CD song!" Next she's dressed like Catwoman and I'm jumping gracefully (backflipping) like a cat over by them and into the construction site where my dad's car is parked. I get in and turn it on local Christian and pop stations from my childhood.


Next dream -- I am in my hometown walking around warped but similar grassy landscape.
Cut to the inside of a building with some of my WL coworkers. I show them the "remove kebab" meme on a large plasma TV and they laugh and do that Indian head-shake thing, then say jokingly "remove Harish".
Outside again. It's daytime, overcast. The Indians are being genocided for some reason -- I remember being in the backseat of a car with some of them, ducking to avoid someone who's coming to kill us with a handgun.
Cut to warped grassy landscape again, there's crime tape everywhere. I jump over it and walk down a hill. There's a small mini-scene about real estate, maybe an open house? It's a white beach-looking house with no decorations, white walls, wood floors, and a huge sliding glass door opening to the back (the same grassy hill I jumped from).


Next I'm indoors at night (maybe raining outside) in an upscale high-rise apartment with Hermione Granger. There is a white Mac with white & clear plastic on the monitor and keyboard -- there's a red glow around the clear plastic. I'm talking to Hermione as we arrange shoebox-sized features of my gymnasium from high school. As I am trying to place the bleachers, I start questioning Hermione, comparing myself sexually to Harry Potter... I'm just not gonna psychoanalyze that.

Overall they were some interesting and quite vivid dreams, if a little weird.

I'll write the dream fragments i remember from last night.

- I was in a bus with friends from school. We were on a trip all over Europe and one of the mothers of a friend was driving the bus. Octavio had a broken leg, and decided to come down the bus just a few kilometers before entering the city. I thought he could have been smarter and get down when we were already in, since he has a broken leg and it was difficult for him to walk, but he came down because the bus stopped... We crossed the customs and the bus stopped a few meters ahead. I think we were supposed to stop there.. Anyways we sat around a wooden table in the open air and it was dusking.

- In another dream i was in a house with some people. We were in the nazi Germany in the 20th century. The town was low populated, although the extension of land of each house was quite large. I think we had to evacuate the homes... but for some reason we didnt. We weren't jews or politicians.. but perhaps our friends were (we were like 2 families in the house, and btw i was like 40 years old with a son) and i think i was supposed to be a militar. I didnt want to join the army or the milice, so we stayed at home and pretended it was abandoned. Some militars came nearby and after a short while they entered our house. They didnt start shooting, but i stood up and went outside to talk to whoever was in charge. He wasn't a high rank and i think i knew him because i told him that i was hiding because i had a son (and family). He understood and let us alone. But... i dont know why i lighted two fires outside...
When i came back in a few moments later i was seeing through the window that police cars were going around the town (although the extension of land of each house was large, there was a lane in which houses were against each other, so that made it look more like a town). I saw 5 at once, then 3 going around... I was nervous. I thought it was because of the fire i lit. I wanted to go out through the window and hide like snipers do in the open field, with camouflage. At this point i was no longer a 40 year old man, i returned to my actual age (22). I didnt go out because i was scared that i would uncover our house, or that i wouldnt be well camouflaged, or that i would be discovered anyways.
- I stayed there near the window. Then i see the front house across the street and two little girls were staring through their windows during the night. One of them looked like this (but she wasnt dead):

I thought "oh no... we are screwed" and i came out of the window as soon as possible.
I had to get out of that house, and so had to the rest. I don't know what they were planning to do, but i knew i wasn't responsible for them because they wouldnt hear me much. So if i wanted to do something i had to do it alone. I went to a girl's house i met through the internet and stayed there for the night.
The next day i went out very early [5:30 am which is the time im waking up currently and at the time it starts dawning]. I was on a bicycle. Outside i saw my grandmother and i saw my cousin Martin. I saluted. Then started going and said bye to both again. I was happy.
I was no longer in the town, i was now in my home city and the street was almost Alsina and Newbery (i think it was pedernera and newbery). I started riding and turned to the right at Alsina... and i was in a ... like a political place, it was like an embassy or something similar. In real life to the right and like 6 blocks away there's a train station, but it's no longer working and now it's a museum or something like that. I was there however it was different... Instead of having gates it had walls, tall walls painted blue and with murals. Some There were like 6 people on those murals and all of them were supporters of Austrian Economics (something im currently studying). Some of the guys were germans or austrians but others were Argentinean figures like: San Martín and Manuel Belgrano but also a musician that has nothing to do with economics called Rodrigo Bueno. I watched the murals and wanted to go out to the street through the door (which should be a gate-door) at the right. But it was locked, and it was Sunday so it wasn't going to open anytime soon. So i turned back and started riding through the "Andino". The walking path was very damaged, i was riding at high speed and there was people over the place. So i started shouting at a reasonable distance away from the people, while pressing the brakes which werent working properly. They stepped out of the way and i went through a wooden bridge at full speed and at not a very good angle. But i managed to turn left a bit and be able to cross it and not fall down. I continued at full speed and i still the path was very damaged. At one point i see it was impossible to go through that part without falling so i press the brakes and i suddenly stop. Another guy which wasnt paying attention walked through that part and fell 5 meters. So i was right i couldnt go through there.

Then i woke up.

+ pondering fruit (apples in particular), on trees, pear,pick it, need to wash it, outside CH, pull the water hose to me with TK, wash stuff, the big pile of money on the neighbor's fence gets wet and knocked down, I goto mom asking hey can you keep this who's is it?

+ in old CA home, S1's room, S1 small is there, room is rearranged, I take him on my lap and I ask him if he likes his new room and he says yes. There are pencil drawings on the floor near the wall. In hallway bathroom I look around a long time. It is filthy. Dirt and grime everywhere. I say I need to clean it. Head down on the floor, there are piles of dirt everywhere. I see two hamsters who have come to live there, then 4 hamsters, then a couple of hedgehogs. [visually vivid, present]

+ in bed with [deceased] wife, she was just away for the summer. How will I explain this to my g/f? This means I won't ever see g/f again, or it will be very rare, I certainly won't be able to stay overnight. Wife starts yelling at me about something and I get up and leave the room. I try to remember how I met g/f then finally remember [emotionally vivid, present]

+ in some back yard playing with model planes with g/f, she flies it expertly and I take a turn at the controls and it barely moves for me, I'm ecstatic when I get it to the elevation of a table top . The engine sounds like a gas lawnmower. [present](edited)
+ at a flea market, I'm at a table and a man instructs me to purchase the cover to Ronald Reagan's diary. In another moment of deja vu I think this is the 2nd time I'm seeing the cover but the first time was black and white and this time it's in color. I'm searching for his signature on the front of the cover, and finally find it. There are many other signatures on the cover, I think these are from his relatives and teachers, couselors, etc. I note it is indeed an empty hardback cover: there is no diary inside, and that it was taken out because it was much more valuable than the cover. I'm thinking the objects that I've purchased I intend to resell, but I'm not sure how much I can get for them.

+ [DO - disembodied observer] it is a deathmatch race, a huge red truck is coming down the hill and making a turn, and does something so that the surrounding cars all to flips and explode, but a small red race car makes it through the pack and slams into the big truck, I see metal fenders on both vehicles are getting crumpled, then a guy in an "iron man" suit jumps out of the big truck and directly challenges the little car, grabbing it by the front and s
+ at some competition. I'm raiding an enemy team, I forcibly take the (vinly record?) from them, but it turns out to have been a redirection and they have made a move for the record player. I get there in time before they can turn it on to play the record. I keep it in my hand and encounter the referee of the match and he tells me to (throw it down to the ground?) I then float over my team's table where we're assembling intricate electronic components.

+ sitting down at the table of a group dinner party. This is a room separate from the others, everyone at the table is a stranger except my g/f is sitting next to me (to my left). I have a moment of deja vu as I see the woman to her left sitting down and think "that's the time when she sat there," and I think that the people here at the table do want to sit close, so as to be able to join in the conversation . I say to the table about how we have our own private room. Then it comes time to go outside (in our swim suits?), and my g/f appears standing next to me in skimpy underwear, the guys's eyes at the table bug out looking at her. Someone comments "she's naked, she doesn't have a swim suit!" Outside peope are also sitting at tables and a young boy complains to me that he got put at the old folks' table, and he's going to be bored.
pretty good night, woke a lot

I've had some lucids over the past 2 weeks but have made no time to write them down until now.

Basement

Became lucid in the basement of a house. Ran outside looking for my house (whenever I'm lucid IN MY HOUSE, for some reason I assume it's the wrong house) I call out to Asuka a few times. I try Time Dilation instead (Have no idea if my/Hukif's method works, it gives a bit longer lucids but not by much.) I put my hand on the ground and count the spaces between my fingers (this method of counting is what works for me instead of staring at one spot.) Each time the amount of fingers i have doubles making more spaces to count as unit of time. The extra fingers look fake. I count to 90 but the counting seems super sped up. Then I see I have hundreds of tiny black fingers that are so small it's impossible to count between them. By now the distortions are crushing me so I jump really high to escape them. I land on the sidewalk and the dream begins to black out. (No panic here this is very common trying this method, I usually enter another dream instantly lucid.

FA, Instantly lucid in the basement. I find a mirror where I look like a woman. I try to take my top off to see myself but keep getting more shirts underneath. I start looking like my normal self again. Decide o look for Raven so I call out to her again, Walking through doors trying to make hem a portal to her dream.

I come out the front of the house. There's 2 women outside that look like fake Ravens. I ask them if they are raven. They look kind of scared and don't even answer. I say, "I know a way to prove you are not raven." So I attack them knowing raven would fight back. A woman who may have been asuka runs up to me and asks me to stop attacking children. I keep saying this isn't my house and none of these people are raven. Asuka says it IS my house. I still don't know it's Asuka so I decide to attack her next by taking her hair and throwing her by the hair a few houses down. I run up to her but she teleports me back to the basement. I run out the door again when I wake up.


Why is my dream self so violent and psycho???

Random lucid

I was in a basement in a giant building. I was on some weird sciency tech team studying parallel universes. Me and some woman go to the parallel universe through a door. We exit the building and both agree that this exit is in a different location than the one we are use to.

Some time later I'm running through a part of the building that is under construction. I find i can jump high and do Parkour stuff. This makes me lucid. And it transfers to outside some how. I start flying in the air and see an angelic being or Jesus, something like that so I decide to attack him for some reason?. I go to grab him but exit the dream.

Bjork explains

I fly down to some cabin in the woods type house that is also kind of fancy. Asuka is standing by Bjork. I tell Bjork I'm lucid now. She said she remembered something from the blank spaces she has between dreams, she remembered talking to her boyfriend. (the periods when awake apparently in this state she remembers waking life as if they are fleeting dreams). She says no wonder I was hesitant to be so involved. I told her that i read an interview where she mentioned a boyfriend. She touches y face and smiles. Her face changes from older to younger and tells me to just let these dreams be what they are. I say yes I'm fine with that. The dream ends fast.




Tricky

Me and my brother were in some weird building inside of a mountain. We kept going into an elevator that led to a giant spinning room where a ghost or something killed you and then you were teleported into the hallway again.

After a few times my brother went on ahead somewhere else. I ran into a group of guys wanting to try the same room. They told me you had to pour salt water on the ghost and handed me a glass. We all went into the spinning room, and when the ghost appeared we all poured salt water on it. It turned into a solid-ish girl with brown hair, maybe a friendly looking older Samara... if that's even possible. She smiled at me and I smiled back. Then gave me an evil mean face. One of the guys said That he thinks she likes me and I should ask her out. I just shrug and wake up.

Beam

I'm walking with Roland from the dark tower. We are in a rundown city with old rusted cars everywhere. We run into a guy by a mechanic shop wearing greased overalls. Roland asks him if he seen the path of the beam? The man saiys his basement was built to follow it a ways. Roland asks if his basement goes all the way to the dark tower? The man says no. Roland follows the man inside. I wait outside and look up in the sky and wonder why we can't see the path of the beam in the sky anymore?

I gain lucidity then I start melting as spit my whole body gets drench in saliva I stare and keep staring as my eyes start thining about darkness a sudden shock then I'm cover in spit trying to wash myself off but when I wash myself of more saliva and spit start forming around me then I notice I was already clean

Date of Dream: SAT 9 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 240 - Separated Sections

Dream 240 A - Mixed Choir Competition
I forgot where I was at the time but Mr H was offering for me to come with him and the school choir and help them out at the Waverley Choral Eisteddfod. He said to meet the rest of the members at Monash University at 6:00 PM. When I got home, I told my mum what I was doing and where I was going to go. I was then in the bedroom of the old house, picking what to wear. I thought, “because they're all wearing black, I guess they'd like me to wear black too”. I couldn't find all items in black... The denim jacket I had over the top was going to be skin-toned. ML then appeared in my room and told me I was going to be wearing the Killester Performance Shirt on the top... And then she disappeared again.

Another scene was playing in my bedroom, it was like two scenes at a time... I was standing still in my bedroom, watching the other scene being played. Mr H had finally boarded the Killester bus but it was a few minutes past 6. It then solely went back to my bedroom. I hadn't even left the house and so I was now worried that I was going to be late and even miss the event altogether. I went to my mum in the kitchen and she addressed the exact same thing about me being late. I eventually came up with a solution to the problem that I would ensure I arrived at the venue on time.

My mum did say, “You're already late, you might as well just give it a miss” and then I said to her, “Don't worry mum, I've actually got a solution”. Then she looked at me in a funny way and she goes, “Don't tell me, it's that creepy friend of yours”... She was referring to Dreamy WB. I got highly offended from that statement and I said to my mum straight away in defence “no it isn't. My guide's taking me”. I tried to make it sound to my mum like someone completely different was taking me so she'd stop making fun of Dreamy WB.

I was then in the driveway of my current house and that's where the calling ceremony took place. As my mum was standing nearby, watching my every move, I made it very clear to call for “guide” and not mention any name at all. I walk right up to the edge of the driveway and call up the court, “guide, where are you?”. After that, my mum disappears and five women appear in the driveway, just in front of the right garage door. Upon further inspection, they're all Dreamy WB... So bascially (and weirdly), there are five copies of Dreamy WB in this dream!

I examine them further and use the copies that I think most resemble the real WB, as they are all dressed and made-up in different ways, some copies even had light skin and blonde hair!! The first copy I approached had the correct skin tone but her hair was tinged slightly red with a frizzy updo and she had an innocent disposition on her face. She was wearing a white shirt and a white headband with black trousers. This is the one I went to for a hug and she returned the hug long and hard.

The second copy I approached was the transport arrangement I had planned. This copy resembled the real WB the most and may have in fact been the leader of the Dreamy WB group. This one had the appearance of the typical plain black afro and she was wearing a red trench coat with some plain jeans. She rose up slightly into the air and moved into a sitting position, inviting me to climb onto her lap.

Once I was on her lap, she locked me in with her arms and ensured I was comfortable, then she slowly rose a couple of centimetres again, and then shot off like a rocket. The dream was now a really fast blur of travelling down Wellington Road and I could tell this was the right road as a lot of the buildings and other landmarks resembled the geography in real life. I couldn't feel Dreamy WB at all because we were going so fast... All I could feel was the wind rushing past me. And then the dream ended there before I reached the uni.

Dream 240 B - Bullied By The Community
I was surfing on my Instagram account when I noticed that this user called “sml.fan.4” (or some name like that) made a reference on their profile about what I had said in my “about me” section on my profile. They were humiliating me for the fact that I said “I go to school” and I still hadn't updated the information. They said something else in their statement that I was worse but I don't remember what it was specifically.

Now this case was an Instagram wide controversy and there were over 176,800 likes, comments and shares. There was a comment from Tito Jimenez who was standing up for me and I gave it a like. Next, there was this comment from HL who was also standing up for me. In her comment, she was referring to something with “heaven” or “heavens sake”, I know it was religiously oriented. HL's comment had some sub-replies. One from no one I knew and then another one after that, that was from WB.

The sub-comment from WB was really bad and she was on the side of humiliating me. Within this comment were all these photos of me and her that she probably might have stored on her phone in the dream. She must have done something on Photoshop or some other photo editing program as she had drawn all these moustaches or other silly features on my sides of the photos. I only had a look at the sub-comment quickly and so didn't have enough time to examine all the photos. By the time I got back to try and look at the comment, it wasn't there... I figured WB deleted it as she knew I would be on to look at it now.

I forgot the next scene in the dream and so I'll skip to recounting near the end of the dream. I am in this unknown, indoor open space and there are these small pedestal tables with a book on them. I look at one of the books and it is interesting, out of the photos WB put on the Instagram comment before, she made them into a book. She was then actually approaching the book to grab it but I stopped her right in her tracks. I was actually mad at her this time. I asked her why she did what she did and she said she didn't do anything. I can't remember anymore of this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



I'm back on the web now. I tried to open this site and keep it open for at least 30 seconds and it worked as my computer fan wasn't escalating in that time... So thank goodness, that's a relief. Additionally, I haven't remember any dreams for SUN 10 DEC.

Fell asleep at: 1:00 AM

Woke up at: 5:00 AM



Dream:

I'm in my Chemistry class. My teacher is sitting at his computer, you'll find out what that entails in a second.

My old friend-turned-acquaintance JJ is sitting to my right, incessantly complaining about....something. He's alsonot doing the assignment at hand, instead making one of those paper fortune-telling things. He directs his ire over to the teacher and doesn't. Shut. UP.


I HAVE to tell him something.


I tell him something along the lines of "Dude, shut the hell up. That's the FIFTH fucking time you said that. Be quiet, show some respect, and do your freaking work." Oddly enough, the class doesn't respond, but he sure does. He says something like, "How can I respect a teacher that can't freaking teach? Playin' games n' shit, damn..." See, in real life, my Chemistry teacher is, well, kind of a shy, bumbling newbie. During the course of his time at the school, everybody's been giving him crap. This carried over quite spectacularly into the dream.


Anyway, this sent me over the edge, but I know better than to act on emotion or instinct. I tell him, "It doesn't matter. He's the teacher, you're the student, so let him teach."


And just after I say that, my brother walks inside the classroom and hands me some car keys. I don't know exactly why he did this, and the dream ended shortly after that, but that wasn't what was important.


NOTES:

1. The same thing happened today during class. My classmates were actively taunting the teacher, one of them got especially unreasonable, and I told her off. No, I didn't cuss to such an extent as here. God, they're annoying.... Er, sorry, rant mode.

2. I think this is one of the few times I ever completely acted like myself in the dream. To be honest, this dream was kind of therapeutic. I don't even know if I was lucid or not, it was that accurate.

I do not remember how it started, but a few of us had a mission. On this mission included Matthew, Andersson, Josefine, Jack, and myself. We started off in a local park like area, but there were not many trees. Some of the pathways were concrete, while others were dirt paths. The dirt paths were quite muddy, and many of us did not want to ruin our shoes, so we tried to stick to the concrete paths. Andersson ran off somewhere, and Matthew ran ahead of us to scout the area. It already was becoming a bit dark, so me, Jack, and Josefine ran besides each other, with Jack in the center. Jack was the slowest, so we all stayed at his pace. The run took us a lot longer than expected, though, as we had to take many detours to stay on the concrete path.

We were all of a sudden in some desert like area, with huge sand dunes. I vaguely remember a tour being given to some children, but it was just myself and Matthew at this point. I do not remember having any regard to where the others were. Matthew and I began to scale one of the dunes. It felt like we were getting nowhere, and then all of a sudden, the scene changed.

I was now in some dark sewer, and I had a sword with me. I was on a walkie talkie with Josefine, although I still did not know where she was. The sewer had a green like tint to it. There was a pipe ahead that I had to crawl through, and I hit this barrier three times. There were these sheets of flesh blocking my path, and when I touched them, they injured me. I had learned that hitting them with my sword makes them temporarily retreat out of sight. I came across a turn in the pipe, with a set up similar to before: some barrier, followed by some fleshy sheets. As I passed that, I came across some fleshy protrusion that was glowing. Hitting it did nothing, but it all of a sudden transformed into this floating plant monster. It used range attacks, but I also somehow had a bow, so I began firing arrows at it until it died. I had to pass one more barrier/sheet combo, which led me to an open area filled with these bats that began to attack me. I quickly crawled back through the area and tried to access my inventory to get a shock trap, but my "controls" weren't working and I ended up losing all of my health.

I appeared in some prison cell area, and Matthew was there as well. He did not seem to be bothered by this. Jack, Josefine, and Andersson were all nowhere to be seen. This creature, that was about 2 meters tall, and looked like a cross between an orc and Jason Vorhees, talked to us in an oddly seductive way, and told us that we were able to go. I had questioned where everyone else was, and he just laughed. I noticed a door beside him, and I felt a presence behind it, so I opened it. Andersson was there, and so I told the creature that we were taking him back. The orc creature just shrugged, and allowed it. I pulled up a map, which looked like a Terraria map but for some reason was a map for Runescape, and I planned our best route to leave without running into more of these creatures in the forest. It involved walking south along the gate, and then just continuing eastwards until we reached Draynor Village. The scene changed.

We were in some sort of futuristic sky bar restaurant. A view of some city was down below, and we were all sitting at a table. Some noteable people there were Matthew, Andersson, Dominik, Sue, this guy with a strange haircut, and this black woman. There was no table, and we were all sitting on folding chairs that we had arranged in a way that would make you guess a table was there. Matthew's coworkers were also there, and so he left the table to go and talk to them. I began telling some of the things that I remembered before I went in the sewer. "After the forest, we somehow found ourselves in this desert on the outskirts of it. It did have some people there, though, as it seemed as if they gave tours of the area. Then all of a sudden I was knocked unconscious. I remember having to complete a word search that consisted of 12 words. When I completed that, I was in these sewers."

I continued. "We wouldn't have escaped without the help of Sue (an Asian DC I had never seen before, nor had she appeared earlier in the dream) and this guy (the guy with the weird hair that I had never seen before)." Then all of a sudden, things began to hit me. It took a while, but I got everyone to be quiet, and then I began to tell a more detailed account of what had happened. "There were 6 of us. Me, Matthew..." I began to cry, but I forced back the tears so I could continue talking. "Jack, Andersson, Sue, and the guy I still don't know the name of." I told them about how Jack had died, and the loss of a friend had really shaken us up. Matthew came back in the room, with some girl from his work, and was confused as to why we were getting emotional. He told us that everyone is going to play this big game, and that they were waiting for us. It seemed as if he had forgotten the events already, and so I told him we will come down in two minutes.

Andersson finally spoke, and clearly was shaken. He told me he was thankful that the both of us came back to look for him, and that Matthew and I are great friends to him. He gave me a hug, and then someone suggested we do a group hug. I told them that we should have a group hug only including those of us who have went through this experience together. The random guy, Andersson, the black woman, and two other guys joined in a group hug (it seems somehow our party is growing?). Sue was reluctant to join in a group hug, so I told her to just put her hands on the shoulders of the two people closest to her if she was more comfortable than that, and she was.

The scene changed, and everyone who took part in the group hug all of a sudden appeared in the sewers: the same sewers that I was in before, right before I reached the tunnel filled with the barriers and fleshy sheets. And this time, we were unarmed. All of the memories flooded back to me, and then I woke up.

Date of Dream: FRI 8 DEC - 2017



Dream No. 239 - Tricky Clock And Fingers
Lucid Dream 8

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I remember, I was walking down the main corridor at Waverley Gardens Shopping Centre. I ended up seeing CF there but she didn't want to talk to me and I thought to myself “why?”. Apparently she was too busy hanging out with E.Gen and I.Hick who were walking down the corridor just after her. A few seconds later and I saw CF's dad, trying to say hello to him but he said nothing back.

The next scene took place at my current house. I forgot what I was doing at the time but my dad ended up turning on the TV. Channel 7 news was playing and there was this interesting concept that the TV viewer could “get up close and take a selfie”. When I got in front of the TV, precisely I appeared like I was the one actually starring on the news... So therefore, the TV was actually a TV/mirror. I got my phone and positioned myself the way I wanted to on the TV and then took a few photos. Once I looked at the photos myself, I thought they were amazing... One shot showed me standing next to some gold statue amongst the pyramids of Egypt.

The dream flowed well and rather didn't skip to the third scene, but I walked to the third scene myself. I went down the stairs to see what my brother was doing in his bedroom. Just then, all of a sudden, this random guy comes barging into the downstairs area. I stick my head out my brother's door and see a man with black curly hair wearing a Chisholm t-shirt and carrying a cardboard box full of paper. I don't how he just let himself in like that... I said to him, “excuse me, but rather than just letting yourself in, could you please knock next time?”.

He said sorry very quickly and then was telling me that he was here to deliver my diploma results. He then told me how I was doing great things over there at the moment and that I will just do so much better in the next stage; I mentally knew he was referring to organisation of the cultural day which is exactly what took place in real life. Then I stuck my head into my brother's room and chilled until I thought of what to do next. I saw the cat sitting on the tiles, slapping her tail onto the ground many times. Eventually I went up to my bedroom but the cat was following me.

For some reason, I now think I'm awake because I am lying in bed and I can see grey sky, out the window, as well as hearing spits of rain. I think to myself, “I hope it stops raining so grandma can see her friend”. I look over to the bedroom clock and it says 9:28, so I'm still convinced that I'm really awake. But upon staring at the number longer, the 2 starts to distort itself. I look away and look back; the clock is trying to say 9:30 but a bar is missing off the number three. I squint my eyes shut and open and now the 9:30 shows in full form. The same thing happened in respect to 9:31. The next number set on the clock is 9:57. And then the clock goes to 11:37. Now when I squint, it keeps changing time on me non-stop.

The time on the clock is going absolutely crazy and so I decide to give up that technique, now with the addition of knowing I'm certainly not awake. Still, to reinforce and question the fact if I'm dreaming, I decide to look down at my fingers. At the start, they look normal, but when I move them to one side of the room, I can only see four. I now move them across to the left and see some fingers disappearing and others slowly appearing. Additionally, my fingers were long like a witch and whenever they'd change, the bones in them would hurt really bad. I didn't want to witness the pain anymore and so I was now finally and utterly convinced that I was lucid.

At this stage, I'm actually amazed within the dream that I've finally obtained lucidity again. I then think to myself, “what do I want to do now?”. I then decided that I wanted the cat to go away. The cat kept walking into my room and I told her to shoo repeatedly. It took a while but the cat eventually slinked off and left. Once again, I thought “what do I want to do now?”... Although I was lucid, I wasn't prepared and so didn't have any intentions in mind.

Then once I had time to gather my thoughts, I said to myself, “I want to get Dreamy WB over here”. I went over to the bedroom door, stuck my head out and started calling for her. Because I was so lucid, I was so focused and persistent. I had called heaps and heaps and there was still nothing. I thought to myself, “why isn't she coming?”. I still kept calling while walking over to one of the multiple mirrors in my bedroom. I quietly said “Dreamy WB, are you there?” as I looked through the mirror.

Only in the mirror did I catch a glimpse of something amazing. In the dream dimension there was still nothing but in the mirrored dimension, a greyish-black silhouette appeared in the doorway of the bedroom and was very slowly and mysteriously approaching me from behind. When the silhouette got as close as possible, it just stood there, waiting for me to turn around and discover its identity. I turned around and indeed it was Dreamy WB in human form! Her appearance was the afro and the black pencil dress.

I was so ecstatic to see her, maybe too excited that I could wake up but she brought me back to the moment. Both she and I ended up getting onto the bed and lying down, wrapping each other in a tight hug for a few minutes. I then stuck my head out from her arms and said to her, “I'd like another dream like this”. What I was really saying to her is that I wanted another lucid dream some time soon. I mentally knew that I had nothing else to do in this dream, so I stuck my head back into her chest to prepare myself for waking up. For the whole scene, Dreamy WB was completely quiet, she didn't speak or utter a sound.

The dream eventually faded out and I was holding my Mario plush in the exact same position that I was hugging Dreamy WB in the dream. I looked at the real life clock and it said 7:34. I never went back to sleep because it took hours to recap every single detail of this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- Explorer (Have 1 lucid dream).



This was an interesting dream. The lucidity starts from the bedroom scene. What was unfortunate though is that the dream took me so much by surprise that I didn't know what I actually wanted to achieve in this dream.