non-lucid

I was outside with about 15 other people. We were all standing in a large circle in a forest clearing. An ancient lady was leading us all through some kind of ceremony. She had dark skin, dark eyes, and she was pregnant and magical. She pulled me aside and told me that this next part was about rebirth. A hole in the earth appeared and she told me to get in it. She filled the hole with water and mud until only my head was sticking out (I have a fear of small spaces and being buried so it was a little tough at first). I felt something in the hole with me and I thought it was a woman. The ancient lady told me that this was part of it. I reached towards the sensation and pulled out small green snakes. They bit my fingers, but I wasn't too worried about it. I felt more snakes in there and I kept pulling them out and completely destroying some as I did. Once there were no snakes left, the ancient lady dropped some slugs in the mud hole. The mud levels began to fall until it was only up to my waist. I thought, ooh I'm okay with slugs, much better than snakes! But I also thought they were leeches for a minute. I picked them up but I don't remember removing them from the hole.

I looked to my left and there was another woman there but she wasn't like the ancient lady. She didn't look completely human either, I remember she was yellow and pink. She told me that she could see peoples' energy too and that it was real. She said that she could see me as well. She gave me a large, warm smile and i reciprocated as I sent her love. I woke up and my dad started talking to me, I tried moving the sheets with my mind and they flew up in the air. I went on another lucid adventure.

I toss over in my bed thinking to myself, why the hell do i set these alarms for 5:45 in the morning.....Its way to early for this crap....It doesnt even usually work.... But heck ill give another try....I close my eyes and think to myself in my next dream i will be aware. I will be aware I'm dreaming. I keep thinking that and presto i fall asleep

Dream 1
Lucid

I find myself in a black abyss, there is nothing there but darkness, I look around and see nothing and I begin to think to myself. This is so weird it makes no sense... wait a minute... im dreaming....wait.... IM DREAMING! I feel the rush through my body and know i need to act fast as I'm about to wake myself from getting to excited. I look down and see my hand I begin to feel my hand. The sensation of my skin touch skin was amazing the most awesome feeling ive ever felt in a dream. (I never feel things in dreams) I think to myself i need to find something to look at, but there is nothing but darkness. I begin to rub my hands the sensation growing stronger. i can feel myself slipping mroe though as I now feel myself rubbing my hands together in waking life. I try and make it more clear so i can find an object to touch so i say Clarity now! Clarity now!! the darkness begins to go away as a light fills the air I see the outline of a tree but as I do the dream ends.

Dream 2 Not lucid

I'm driving a car in a city. I see several dream signs but don't think anything of it at the time as I'm trying to pay attention to the road as there are so many one way streets.

Dream 3
Not lucid

Im in a bar/auditorum setting. Im going upfront of this group of people and about to sing joyfull joyfull with another friend who is goign to play the bass at the same time.

Dream 4.
Not lucid

I found myself at a campground at a beach with my bestfriend. I went around the park and saw different campers and buildings recogining some and saying Oh thats where so and so is at. I finnaly got back to our camper and went into the bathroom and the toilet for some reason was also part of like a bath/shower unit. I went down into the thing and took my pants off andp ut them out side the door. I then was about to take a shower or use the toilet when my friend and his wife started asking me questions. I panicked and looked everywhere for my pants but i couldnt find them i was pulling my shirt down and went walking about the camper lookign for my pants and finnaly i was like wait they are outide the bathroom.... and sure enough there they were. I put them on and walked out and asked my friend and his wife what they wanted. She said they needed some kind of creame that is like suntan lotion but for sunburn. im like you mean aloe vera? she was like no no no its more like sunscreen but its for after your burnt. im ike ummm do you mean toe cream? she is like ohh i didnt think of that and left.

Dream 5
Not lucid

I was inside an old western relm / medivel relm there was zombies but i never really saw them I just could hear hem behind boarded up windows. I saw a person i knew and went to go help them as they were with a bad person. they went into a bar and so did I but when i was in there it turned into a field. As i got closer to this group of people i saw them have 3 weapons. The first one had a yellow handled hatchets, the second guy had a giant battle axe that was brown wood handle and dark grey blade, the last guy had throwing axe that looked like stainless steel or just polished steel. As we got closer the guy with the hatchet threw it at us, but to mysupprise he threw another and another and another after abotu 6 tosses he finnaly ran out of axes I then saw the guy with the throwing axe was getting ready to toss his axe he tossed it and it came circling around towards me i quickly grabbed an axe from the ground and knocked the axe otu of the air. I picked it up and looked it over, it was beautiful there was a design in it how it was cut and it looked badass. The threee guys retreated behind a bar and the field vanished and turned back into a bar scene. I looked down at the axe in my hand and flung my wrist to see how he tossed the axe to get it to be like a boomarang. After messing with it i finnaly realized how he did it. I walked towards the bar the three men staring at me I tossed the axe and it went flying. It went rotating through the air and sliced through the first person neck it kept going and sliced the next guys next as well severing both heads from the body it sliced the troat of the 3rd guy as it began to circle back around towards me. I looked at the three men thinking how are they not dead? they are still standing....but as i thougth this they all fell down the first 2's head rolling off and the third one bleeding out form his throat. I walked over towards the bar but as I did a cop came in through the door. He walked over towards the bar and i tossed my axe behind the bar. I went to the front of the bar and then realized there was a severed finger under the bar and the cop was going to realize I did it. I got down on my knees and reached for the finger i could feel it but i couldnt get it nor did I want to as the cop was right there i pulled my hand out and saw the blood from the finger on my own hand. the cop looked at me and i tried to change the topic i said thats a nice gun you have. I have one to! I moved my hand to my hip and showed him my gun. He pulled his gun out and said dont you dare think about pulling out your gun. Im like sorry I thought you wanted to just see it. I stood up and a child behind me goes look theres a finger under the bar! the cop crouched down and began to look. I thought crap he is going to know... I have to take him out! I tackled him and pulled a knife to his heart. Holding it ready to stab. I had a flahs back and realizd though that I once tried to kill this man but I let him go. He was trying to better his life as he use to be a serial killer but clearly he was on the right track as he was now a cop. I pulled the knife away and said I cant kill you I didnt do it before and i wont do it now... He stood up and said oh your that man...you saved my life and put me on the right path. thank you. I will forget this ever happened as well. he walked away and i went behind the bar and looked for that throwing axe. I picked it up and went and sat at table with a lady and a guy. As I sat there i saw a table next to us with 4 men. They were scum bags and were some kind of boss's of gangs or something. I pulled my throwing axe up but thought wait.. How am i going to kill all 4 of them and nobody notice? The girl walked away and I thought to myself no... I will try and get them another day. I left the bar and ended up inside something that reminded me of my grandmothers house. There was several people there with (3 other guys) and they were talking about doing a big job. I was messing around with some sticker thing in the trash that was some kind of map. I peeled some of it off and put it in my pocket so that they wouldnt have the full map anymore. i sat down at the table and the guy to my right stood up to go use the bathroom. The guy across from me stood up and pulled out a pistol and aimed it off into the direction the other guy left. I thought Oh crap... they are going to murder him....i need to save him. I stood up and pulled out my axe and as i threw it his gun went off shooting the other person. My axe flew and hit him square in the chest. I looked to my left and the other man stood up pulling out his gun at me. I grabbed his wrist and pushed the gun to the side hitting it from his hands. I pulled out throwing knife and stabbed him in the heart. But i looked and saw i had hit myself and my blood was goign onto his body. I reached down and grabbed my knife and looked out the window. i saw 2 cop cars coming up. I thought to myself. how did they get here so fast? They are going to find out i did this... I grabed the axe from the other body and ran and turned off all the lights. A few of them wouldnt turn off so i left them on. I ran into the other room turned off the TV and other items I looked out the other window and saw 2 more cop cars coming in from the other side of the driveway. I went down into the basement thinking to myself. how did they know??? It just happened it was an accident i was simply trying to save that person life.... Wait they cant come in unless they have a warrent and why would they have a warrent?? i did nothing wrong prior. I went into the basement and went to the left side and found a secret door and opened and went in closing it behind me. there was an old cement staircase that went up a little ways and then turned into an old storage room. I t was a tight fit but i knew i could bunker down in there for as long as i needed. I sat there for a while not moving or making a noise. the room began to transform and it got bigger. Two people came in which i blieved to be my parents at the time. I told them I didnt mean to do what I did and that it was an accident. They understood and said everything was going to be fine. The scene changed and I was now outside with the man that was shot. He was saying how he felt guilty for what happend and he was turning himself in. he pointed to the right and said see thats my train. That car right there is going to be taking me away and will keep me locked up forever. I said to him but you didnt do anything. I did it I did it all you did nothing. If you turn yourself in Then I am turning myself in as well...

End of dream

Dream 6
Not lucid

I foundmyself walking to a school bus. As we got closer the bus driver asked us if we could walk the younger kids to class and we said sure and had them follow us. I got close to the street and I turned around and said now what do we do when we get to a street? The kids yell run acrross! i said no.... you look both ways.... we looked both ways and crossed and went towards a house. The kids went in besides 2 that were on bikes. I told them to turn around and they did but the red bike fell over and the kid fell off hitting his head. I went over to try and help pick him up but he was moving all around and i coudlnt get a grip. i saw blood on the ground coming out of his head I thougth on no this cant be good. I picked him up finnaly and looked at his head and he had a very very small cut but no blood was coming out of it. I thought thats odd....But oh well at least he is doing better. I walked him over to the babysitter and he turned into a very small frog. I said well here is the last kid...he jumped onto a sign that said frogs and the baby sitter looked at him and said okay thanks. and started to walk away I said wait a minute he is a kid you have to look after... Here... i picked him up fro mthe sign and put him on the other side of the saftey child proof gate and put him down. There you go......She smiled and said thanks and picked him up.

end of dream.

Inbetween the last 2 dreams i had a false awakening seeing and turning off an alarm at 7 am but i had no alarm set for that time.

i was in a movie theater and had just found out earth had come to and end. i waswith a friend and we were freaking out uz people were going crzy. so we needed herowin to surviv for some reason so we stole it from this fat guy who chases us later and in the end we had to share with him. so badsically he took the first hit and late r i hit it, tarahnay was watching and someoe did it for me and stabbed it into my arm which made me relax. i then lleft the room and called my mom on my phone and cried remembering i couldnt reach her cuz the world was ending.

then i somehow reached her and teh rst of the fam. everyone was preparing for the eelctrical shut off and was trying to omove west into the mountains. theythought since al lthe powe r wasof we would have to abanadon cities and live off the land

Last night I didn't wake as often, but I also couldn't time myself right to begin attempting at lucid dreaming. It seemed like I was just wide awake, not feeling tired, then suddenly bam I was asleep. I had quite a lot of dreams but only 2 I could fully recall.

Dream 1

I was at a large park in the hills near a deep forest, sat by a huge fountain. There was a rock formation nearby with a small path going behind it which everyone seemed to ignore since it looked like the path went nowhere. Then whilst nobody else was watching Randy Jackson came from behind the rock formation and asked me to follow him, telling me that Michael needed to see me. I followed him on a very narrow path that eventually led into the forest and there was a large clearing in the middle with big trees surrounding it and a huge treehouse complex on the surrounding trees. Randy showed me to one of the treehouse rooms which was Michael's room whilst he walked across a long bridge to another room which I assume was his room. I sat on a soft bed waiting for Michael to arrive, he was taking a shower. Eventually he came into the room having showered and dressed and was happy to see me, he had lots to say and lots of questions. He also wasn't just treating me like a random stranger but as if we knew each other and were already close. Then the dream ended.

Dream 2

I was in some kind of competition for making the best and most fun pinata. We were divided into 2 teams, a yellow team and a blue team. The yellow team seemed to be having problems breaking their pinata but it was making very pretty effects blowing out lots of glitter every time it was hit. The blue team however made a pinata that was more easier to break and more rewarding with each bash. Next we were to slide across a long plastic mat with loads of rows of goodies at the end ranging from small bags of sweets, chocolates, large bars of chocolates, and other small things that I couldn't quite make out. We were to grab as much as we could whilst sliding. We were able to gather way more than actually possible with our arms. I noticed at the end though I had only collected small chocolates and lots of the other small things whilst everyone else had large bars of chocolates so we attempted at trading each other what we had.

Morning of February 26, 2014. Wednesday.



Due to a bad cold (first one in years) I was “locked” into a tremendously long and epic dream that seemed to go on for hours. It was too long to post every detail, but will summarize a few more interesting scenes.

A treasure hunter and I go through several adventures in America, it seems, to get a map, a couple keys, and other devices that will supposedly allow access to treasures in at least two locations. The map seems to suggest that one treasure is in a “lost graveyard” (apparently tribal and in an Africa-like location) but there is also an idea it could be in a cavern or deep forest or even in someone’s yard (or possibly in the middle of a public street or venue in an urban area - which would prove to be difficult to get access to). We discuss the legends behind these lost treasures which are mostly old coins from another century.

Because of tentativeness and delay on the part of the other treasure hunter/leader, I get very annoyed (after a long tirade of verbal abuse on my part) and decide to go off on the quest on my own. The others give me all they have regarding a potentially successful outcome including an enhanced mapping of some areas. However, two others decide to come with me (over time, though, they eventually become lost, as I end up on my own again). The two others seem to be old male classmates, Roosevelt I and Ray G (whose birthday was just recently). They seem to reflect a sort of 70s style in dress and hairstyle and one reminds me vaguely of Flip Wilson. At this point, we seem to be going down the steps at the King Street boarding house. My denunciation of the supposedly well-known treasure hunter and adventurer seems to create an atmosphere that he is little more than an average person with no real interest in new discoveries or with any inherent bravery towards the unknown.

The areas I travel through seem to be very unusual in how they somehow connect as a whole and in other ways, are like several different countries (including Africa, Japan, Australia, and the USA), rather in intriguing incongruous clusters, reminding me a lot of Disney World in Florida or perhaps Busch Gardens (I have been to both places in real life) - or more like a combination of both. The detail is remarkable.

In a restaurant (at least one wall open to the outside), I notice a partial setup (not strong or large enough to walk or climb on - more like a staircase railing without the actual staircase) that leads out and up to a cave-like entrance near the ceiling. I discuss features of the area with the female (unknown) owner. Apparently, most parts of that area of the town (or large recreational area) is closed to the public for now. Still, I will find a way to go wherever I want and announce this fact when necessary.

There is a small building that represents a collection of shrunken heads and other objects. The outside of the building is painted in mossy greens and browns and 1930s style circus art. It may be a public bathroom in part.

I am following one of the security guards (female, unknown) to see if she will unlock a door whereby I can get to the next area. At this point, I am closer to the first treasure area. I come out in a hall and notice she goes through a doorway. I go through the doorway and notice a very fetid scent. It is the dung of a large animal - several piles are about on the ground. It turns out that I am in a mostly circular cage that arcs around much of the building section. A large male rhinoceros approaches, charging me. I punch it in the upper part of the face as it comes within reach, and knock it unconscious. An animal-trainer yells at the security guard for going into the building. I tear through the cage as if it was paper and am in a new area.

A mime (in a black top hat and minimal makeup) doing some sort of combination of acted-out, pantomime “magic act” (with no props of any kind) and incidental dancing, I decide to lift into the air with some sort of power of levitation by waving my right hand. He goes about twelve feet in the air, then I drop him. However, he is not only not hurt, but seems to have enjoyed the act, as if he will then have a much larger audience. (In fact, more people begin to watch him.) “Did you see that?” he yells (speaking for the first time ever in any of his acts) as people gather around.

There is a section that seems to be made of small concentration camps of about five different cultures, primarily African and Filipino, but also Brazilian, and in a seemingly ancient tribal state. (In afterthought, I am wondering if these were real concentration camps or some sort of crowded living display of the past in the “park”). I walk past the area and end up near the other end. All of the people of all ages are extremely crowded in an obviously unhygienic way - so crowded, in fact, they cannot move from whatever area they are standing or seated. An older man of about seventy in mostly only a loincloth (but with some arm-jewelry) is seated (in informal cross-legged meditative style) near the middle area of the end (and with mostly younger males, probably relatives) and I decide to offer my “magic” and help. (I seem to have the ability to manifest food and other things, I think, and to transform some things.)

“Magandang hapon po. Kumusta?" I go on to speak in some sort of mixed-up Tagalog and complex gibberish and he seems impressed in some ways that I know his language so well (recurring), but does not want any of my help or magic for the group of people he seems to represent. I guess they "prefer” to live as they do - overcrowded, continuously hungry, and poor (or perhaps not, but just the decision of one man speaking for all - which is not a realistic or fair way to look at things, even though fairly common in movie scenes and in some real-life situations). I walk on.

There is a large hill upon which is a thick forest. The place is “closed” to the public, though. It is not the area where the treasure is at any rate, though I think it may have potential. It is in the middle of more carnival-like areas and small restaurants, most closed for the season. There are old graveyards which are also park-like (recurring) but I do not investigate.

Finally, I come to the area where one treasure is supposed to be. It is not a graveyard, cavern, or forest as originally envisioned. It is an open area in town (a closed outside museum setup, I think, but a few security guards and maintenance workers are walking about) with a large old-fashioned 1930s commercial sewing machine on display. Oddly, it is hanging down to about six feet from the ground on a platform from a setup of cables. Using the map, I try to determine where the treasure itself is to be found. However, the features do not match correctly. The sewing machine has nine main features and the map outlines eight. Also, one device or key I have does not interact with or fit into any feature of the antique sewing machine. This means it is either the wrong location, or the map is fake. I look through the machine after pulling it lower, taking apart some of it, but find no gold or silver coins. A manager of the display seems very upset but I magically restore everything to perfection. There is a loud humming sound and a feeling of achievement and completion and everyone is glad nothing was really damaged.

Soon, either John Larroquette or Alec Baldwin (could never tell them apart) appears in black as a sarcastic villain/nemesis (or competing treasure seeker), almost reminiscent of Mandrake the Magician, showing two old and very valuable silver coins (from the nineteenth century, I think - not sure of the exact type) he had just found, speaking in a glib but somewhat childish and patronizing way - apparently worth the “ridiculous” amount of ten million dollars and apparently the target of one of the maps, though I thought I had the only one. He rubs them between his fingers. I believe one is (original value) a ten-cent coin and the other fifty cents. I have other things to find, however.

The main theme of this turned out to be precognitive (the usual, of course) or remote-viewed or “postcognitive” (or even related to group telepathy) or whatever you want to call it (“Universal Mind” is what I call the Source for the most part - always “playing” in my dreams since earliest memory, sometimes to the point of annoyance). As I was finishing the last sentences here (in the last paragraph), my wife told me (without knowing my dream’s plot) that she just saw something on television where someone found an old tin of coins (in the USA) supposedly worth ten million dollars.

In afterthought. A couple more things I have contemplated. It is likely that the location was mainly integrated with Disneyland in California, the state where the treasure was actually found. My dream was quite specific in the “eight features” (shown as compartments on the map). In reality, a news article says the coins were found in eight metal cans.

1. [Non-Lucid]
Sneaking into my Nans house to play a game that is hidden under the house in a sandy hole, so I crawl on in there and I'm underneath a panel with a mesh pattern with lots of little holes in (like a vent), then Nan walks in and stands directly above me, the panel creeks and sand comes falling from it (I also heard the sand), I freeze as to be as quite as possible, she walks away...phew.
Now I reverse crawl out of the hole and worried that I'll get stuck because its quite narrow, I see my Nans plasma Tv at the exit (The exit must lead into the living room).

2. [Non-Lucid]
Something in space on spaceships. Possibly a game.

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Fragments:
Cold for some reason

Possible dream signs:
Nan

(2/24/14)

I don’t remember how I got here, and I’m pretty sure that 5 seconds ago I was somewhere else. I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, in my room. But it’s not my room. The walls are brick and covered with various posters, the room small but cozy. Strings of round lights hang from the ceiling,, bathing the room in a soft yellow glow, and the bed is low to the ground and layered with blankets. Just how I like it. Something about beds reminds me once again that I don’t remember how I got here when suddenly my mom bursts into the room, startling me out of my confusion. I look at her, bewildered.
“It was a placebo.”
“…what?”
“You weren’t actually high. It was a placebo effect,” She says it matter of factly, like you might tell a friend you answered their phone for them. “I answered your phone.” “What?” “You’re mom called while you were in the bathroom. I answered your phone.”
“…Oh…” I say. And remember something about weak pot, but just as quickly as the thought has come it’s gone again and I realize I need to get going to class.

I stand and rush past her, just now noticing the sounds of car horns and busy streets filtering in form my window. I understand now that my room is made of brick because we live in the city. Walking down the crowded sidewalk I pass the remains of an old brick building maybe a little bigger than the size of a port-o-potty. Curious, I poke my head around the edge of one of the crumbling walls and see a man who looks an awful lot like Desmond form Lost sitting hunched over in the dirt, leaning against the wall.
Stepping forward cautiously I try to make out if he’s hurt.
“Hey,” I say softly “are you alright?”
He lifts his head abruptly as if surprised I stopped to talk to him. He looks a mess, hair tangled, face and clothes covered in dirt. His feet are bare too, and I frown as take in his disheveled appearance. He sees me examining his situation and holds his hands out revealing that he is chained to the wall where he sits. I’m appalled and I guess it was evident on my face because he shakes his head and smiles at me. And just as I’m about to tell him that I can’t get those chains off, he stands up and the chains just fall off. I’m staring in disbelief but the next thing I know he’s hoped up onto the crumbling wall and is looking down at where I stand awe struck.
As he stands there I realize he’s no longer covered in mud in dirt. His hair is fixed and his dirty clothes have turned to pure white, loose-fitting garb. He has an aura now too; shimmers around him like liquid gold and shines like the light of a sunset on water. I’m instantly calmed by his presence and know that I can trust him unconditionally. Part of me wonders if he is Jesus, standing before me here in all his glory. But then I remember this is Desmond I’m looking at and Desmond isn’t Jesus.
He smiles at me again, this time as if I am a child and he is showing me the world for the first time. I guess the open-mouthed expression of awe I was wearing gave him this impression. He beckons to me, then jumps off the wall. I step around the structure and follow him.

As we pass people walking down street, they don’t seem to see us. I’m not sure if it’s because this is the city and the people are used to seeing things as weird as glowing Jesus figures leading dazed college girls to unknown locations, or if Desmond’s aura is just acting as some sort of magic to mask our presence. Ultimately I decide I don’t really care either way.
I follow him until we reach a secluded boat house on a private dock on the water. He leans casually against the wall of the shed, then gestures out toward the ocean before him. On the Horizon, the sun looks hours form setting. I look at him again, he’s smiling that same knowing smile, so I look back out toward the water thinking there must be something here I’m missing. A strong breeze picks up, caressing my face and playing with my hair. Lifting my arms, I suddenly feel the desire to fly. I can feel the wind surging past me, and I imagine what it would be like to run and leap off the railing of the dock, taking flight against the breeze and soaring into the bronze sky. So soft I’m almost not sure I hear it at first, but then louder, a choir is singing a triumphant melody. Their voices are so strong and beautiful that my heart beats faster in my chest and my soul feels like its singing with them. It occurs to me in this moment that I have no idea where this beautiful and inspiring song is coming from and with a start, it hits me. Spinning around I turn back to the man. His eyes are twinkling now and I know it’s because he knows I’ve figured it out.
Turning back toward the swollen eye of the sun, I lift my arms and it feels like they’ve soundly sprouted feathers. Like Icarus. I know I want to fly, I CAN fly, because this is a dream, and in dreams you can do anything you imagine. So I imagine myself running straight off the dock and leaping into flight but then something Canus Lupis said in the pod cast comes back to me. “Before you go leaping off balconies and buildings trying to fly,” he said, “you should be absolutely SURE you are in a dream.” I falter. I know I am in a dream. I KNOW it. But if I leap out there and this isn’t a dream, then I’ll land in the freezing ocean and hitting that frigid water might just be enough to wake me up.
I chew on my bottom lip as I think. I know this is a dream, but better to be safe than sorry. The choir is singing so loud now that I begin to wonder if this inspiring melody isn’t coming from inside my soul. I feel powerful, indestructible, capable of anything. But decide that it wouldn’t hurt to do a breath check. So, taking a deep breath, I reach up to pinch my nose

And wake up in my bed.

(2/24/14)

I don't remember how I got here, and I'm pretty sure that 5 seconds ago I was somewhere else... But this doesn't seem to matter to my dream self—staring out the car window as we drive past farm after farm after farm...
"Where are we going?" I ask, eying my mother as she practically vibrates in her seat from excitement.
"You'll see," she says, and upon seeing the skepticism apparent in my frown, adds, "don't worry, you'll like it."
I'm not convinced.
We drive past another three farms.

About a minute later mom pulls into a dirt driveway for a rather rundown, two story farm house composed of rotted grey wood and just about nothing else. Sitting on the porch steps is my cousin Courtney. I'm surprised but pleased despite myself. Which is also surprising. I get out of the car and run toward Courtney who stands to catch my hug. She looks genuinely surprised as well, but also pleased.
"What are you guys doing here?"
"I heard you were having an event today so I thought we'd come support you," Mom says from behind me.
I take Courtney's hands in my own and whisper excitedly to her, "Will I be able to see all the pets that I've been liking photos of on Facebook?"
She smiles sweetly at me and squeezes my hands, "Definitely, they're all here, hanging around." She lets go of a hand to motion around her arbitrarily.
I smile back but can't help myself and my smile turns into a grin as I think that within the next hour I'll be frolicking with Daisy the deer and her two new foals. Courtney squeezes my hand once more then lets it go, successfully distracting me from my day dream...in my dream...
"If you'll excuse me," she says, "I have to go grab the things for the event."
She retreats up the steps and I turn to Mother expectantly.
"Courtney has been talking about this for months, whining and griping, trying to get everything set for it. I thought we should come and support her," She explains. I shrug. I'm fine with it. After all, if we make good use of our time I may have time to wrestle with Ringo the raccoon before nightfall. Though, somewhere in the back of my mind I know that there is a reason we don't visit Courtney more often. I just can't seem to remember what it is...
Courtney comes back with a box of dried leaves and tobacco paper, two other guys tailing her down the steps. One, I know, is her boyfriend. The other I come to understand as one of those sidekick type friends who is always hanging around but never really says much.
They sit down together on the steps and I sit down on the lower step in front of them, peering curiously into the box. Mother chooses to stay standing. Courtney takes some of the dried leaves from the box, rolls them into the tobacco paper, then hands to me what appears to be the last 1/5th of a self-rolled cigarette. It is... so tiny... I wonder to myself if I will actually be able to smoke it without burning my lips.
"...What is it?" I ask.
"Pot, " Mother says.
I look up at her, eyebrow raised. Her response is to gesture to the mini-joint pinched between my fingers. I shrug, put it to my lips, and Boyfriend gives me a light. I give the joint a pull and in a bright puff of smoke and light it disappears into oblivion. I blink my eyes, then exhale the smoke I did manage to take in.
Nothing happens.
"I've never smoked pot before. This is... weaker than I thought it would be." I frown at my empty hand, still confused as to what the hell just happened.
Courtney just smiles, then hands me another one-hit-wonder joint.

We all smoke and talk together, and after a while I feel a slight wooz coming on and my head feels light like its being filled with helium. I can't decide if I like the feeling. I realize I have to pee and Sidekick offers to show me to the restroom. He leads me to the second story of the rundown farm house, which is apparently a loft, and points to the restroom across the room on the far side of the bed. I use it, and when I'm done I exit to find Sidekick tapping away on the computer, obviously doing something that requires a reasonable amount of focus. Not wanting to distract him, and not really wanting to go back down to the others yet, I take instead to jumping on the bed. The bed is soft and springy and with each jump I am launched ever farther into the air. At first I think it's just the drug, making me feel light like a balloon, which is causing me to believe that I am jumping higher and higher. But when my hands brush against the peak of the A-frame ceiling I realize with a start that I really am 20 feet up in the air. As I fall I honestly believe that I won’t live to see another day. But with an, “oomph!” and the squeak of springs I hit the mattress and sit up, bewildered.
“Note to self, never do that again.”
“Probably for the best,” Sidekick says.
He stands from his spot in front of the computer and starts to make his way toward the door. I swing my feet off the bed to follow him but before I can stand up the scene suddenly changes and I find myself in another room, my own room, by myself, sitting on the bed. I don’t remember how I got here, and I’m pretty sure that 5 seconds ago I was somewhere else… But before I can pursue the thought further my mom bursts in the door and I’m pulled back into the dream moment as I turn to her, startled, and wait for her explanation.

Horrible night.
-I remember one brief dream which was only 10 mins out of the whole 8 hrs I slept. It had something to do with a mob of gangsters looking for me.

I've just started working in a shop run by two hara, training dogs, and I've been talking over a problem with the owner. The other har is someone the owner purchased, but I'm thinking you wouldn't get that impression from seeing the two of them interact; I think of him as aloof and 'leonine' and that he's 'best left to his own devices.'

There's two close friends who made some archaeological discovery many years ago, as a result of which, the choices they respectively made caused them to drift further and further apart. Now a girl's delivering a message to one of them, who has become a demon, informing him that the other is on his deathbed. He has only a mild response.

There's a woman looking at a 'falling star demon' - a spirit of a star which would have been considered simply a spirit when it was in its place in the sky, but a demon when it falls - and she refers to it as her assassin. The falling star is a sign of her own fate. I'm thinking about whether there are any choices to be made here, or which could be made at an earlier point in the timeline; any options other than her dying here and now.

I'm in this massive hotel/casino. I'm running through hallways and I know the security are walkie talkieing each other trying to find me. I turn a corner and see a security guard far down that hall so I make a turn the other way and find a elevator and the door for it is already open so I sprint in and quickly hits floor button 9. While the elevator goes I think about what floor 9 will be and whether it will be full of security, I hope it to be a casino gaming floor but I remember that floor 2 and lobby were the casino and game floor. When the elevator door opens it turns out it is a casino floor only for big adult business men in fancy suits, so I sneak passed them all to the back because the men are to preoccupied with those electronic table games. I get to the back and see a kid, I ask what she's doping here, she says she's hiding. I stand there and watch her play this electronic ping pong football game thing. The little football players in the table keep trying to catch the orange ping pong ball that the girl keeps hitting at them with a ping pong paddle and the little football guys looks super realistic. I point out to her that she's one a ticket on the side of the table, it's a beige ticket. Then suddenly the table zooms to the football stadium crowd and theirs this woman pissed at the girl and yelling at her to go over there and some how she does and everyone in the table are screaming so I just walk away with the orange ping pong ball farther back to other games. I see these 4 games all next to each other and they all say on it 5 quarters for one hour of play, or 1 hour per 1 quarter from 5 or something confusing as that. The games looked really fun because you could win prizes instead of tickets like all the other ones. I feel in my pocket and I only have 5 quarters, so I decide to walk on, but the last machine of the four starts talking to me telling me wouldn't I like a rubber spider and I was like not really but it through one at me, then it said wouldn't you like a furry pig and I was like kinda, so it threw one at me, and it asked if I wanted these weird hybrid animals and each time before I could answer it was throwing prizes at me and I worried that cameras would see or someone would walk up and see and accuse me of stealing, but then it stopped and I heard someone nearing so I took a backpack off my back and started putting them in my backpack, then a blonde boy with long hair asked me for help and I felt I got caught so I told him I won the pig, but he didn't care about that so I just said sure and followed him. We went around the wall that was behind me while the games was flinging shit at me. It lead to an opening of grass and sky outside I didn't question it. He told me he needed me to sit on the doom chair so he could play the game. I see all these huge games in a row and they need two people, one in it and one playing, like the one where someone sits on the seat above water in a tank while other people throws stuff at a target to knock em in the water, but this one is a electronic quiz game and every time an answer is wrong something happens, and above the seat is a sign with lightning lettering saying "Ah Hell No". So I walk up the ramp to the seat and get ready to strap myself in it, but I ask first what will happen and he says that each time an answer is wrong the seat will go higher and higher, I freak out and run down the ramp yelling ah hell no! And the boy looks at me sad but I don't care. Then some other boy gets in the chair and straps up and they begin the game, and the chair pulls him up high then flips him upside down and I watch shocked that its worse than that dick told me, now the kids just sitting there upside down and each time answer is wrong it whiplashes him up 5 feet and side to side.

I was really tired last night, too late up, a lucid just wasn't going to happen. I did the sensory excercises anyway for a bit, and I recalled one dream, not a fragment, but a complicated story, about moving house, and the people moving in were already here and I had no idea. Not really that an interesting dream, hopefully tommorow I'll have something better to post.

My house may or may not be a dream sign.

2/25/14* Quick entry, mostly notes to self.

Recent dream signs: trips, stars, deceased father in law (he's back!), ex's family.
Trip dream sign continues but perhaps too vague to trigger DILD. Image incubation for Scarlett Johansson showed some likely residual results the last 2 evenings. My daytime practices, for the most part, have been lacking. I was thinking the other day how Scarlett looks like my ex-girlfriend's sister S who I haven't seen in 25 years and what do you know, I talk to some of the other siblings for the first time that I recall in a dream...the two younger brothers especially and explain why we parted ways among other things and woke up with some sadness. It is odd that the DCs brought up by this thinking/possible incubation were those that I dealt with the least: the two younger brothers and the other sister M. Last night I got sister S who looks the most like Scarlett. This got me questioning the scenario and what would you know, here you go old standby dream sign - my deceased father in law I catch out of the corner of my eye and know that I am dreaming. I also hear my ex-girlfriend's father's voice as if he is about to come around the corner but then I wake up needing to go to the bathroom...too much water I guess. Stars dream sign present 2 nights back but also seemed to be residue from seeing Winter's Tale movie where stars are an integral part of the characters...gotta read that book! Also interesting that night was that I went back into a fantasy Winter's Tale themed dream after awakening from the first one and going to the bathroom and it seemed to continue to some degree throughout the night (I was focused on sleeping and not journal entries, oh well). 110

[This is my first ever dream journal post, Iv decided to start doing them, the intention is just for dreams i find particularly interesting or vivid and of course to record and lucid dreams i have, though i am yet to master it]

Dream 1:
It was morning and i was just getting up for college in my dorm room. The light was off and my roommate was still sleeping as it was early enough, im guessing 7:30 or so. I heard a knock on our bedroom door and glanced at my roommate who had her eyes open. I answered the door and a tall girl accompanied by a boy with a camera was there, she explained that they were taking pictures for our student union newspaper. I was in a hurry since had limited time to get ready for getting my bus, luckily my roommate got up and went to do it. Our curtain was open and i saw my roommate out on the balcony posing for the camera, except it didnt look like my roommate at all. She came back in after a few minutes and the camera guy materialized next to us, he had one of those big fluffy microphones with him too and he told us a bit about it.

[This dream was interesting to since it the first i have had (that i can remember) thats been set in my college apartment. Most of the dreams i recall are set at home.]

Dream 1
Not lucid
around 7:30-830.


I foundmyself at work at a resturant I didnt recognize anybody there but I seemed to be buddies with one of the people and was telling them that I was getting off of my shift soon and that I was going to head down to the bar down the road and get a few drinks. they seemed to understand so I went to the bar and waited around. While i was there I saw an old boss of mine and he walked up and was like great job tonight Jon! you did well its great seeing you again. I looked at him confused but smiled and said ahh well thank you! we chatted for a bit but I dont recall about what time went on and I saw my coworker come in and started to talk to him. While i was talking to him I started to play with some Starwars toys but I became part of it. We were fighting me (a good guy) and something that looked like darth vader. We had our light sabers out and were swinging around and I jumped off onto the falcon and it pulled away. I could hear my coworker like oohhhhhhh Darth vader buddy your in trubble now! You cant fight him way over there but watch out for his speacial weapon. As he was saying that I made my lightsaber grow to a great lenght and i knocked darth vader off his ship. I walked around on the ship with my buddy and some droid kind of people began to attack and I felt this rush of energy go past me i just missed an ultimate move from LUX from the game League of legends. I thought What was that? Well if they can use that so can i..... So i looked ahead and saw some people and used my move as well almsot hitting my coworker. I then woke up.