non-lucid

February 23, 2014

3:33 am non-lucid

I had a dream that I went to Japanese camp to teach, but when I got there together with my husband who was dropping me off, I was having second thoughts. I didn't want to be away from my husband for 2 weeks, no cell phone contact. So I had to confront my employers, who knew me since I went to Japanese camp as a teen. There was a Chinese male and a white female. Went to the back room offices to talk. At first small talk, but the Chinese man could tell something was wrong. I hugged him at one point since it's been a while since I've seen him. When I mentioned how I didn't think this was going to work, he said not all marriages work out. Then I said hold up, no, I'm talking about the job. We were confused over the word pre-meditated, or a word similar to that, which caused the misunderstanding. The word's definition in the dream eluded to something not working out, not the definition in waking life. He told me to reconsider working there and how it is only two weeks and my Japanese would improve a lot.

The lighting was very dim, like nighttime throughout the dream. I remember going out and reminiscing over the camp. Then I went over to a bunch of children's books that were about mythical native American or Inuit creatures in the snow. Theme of heritage, culture being passed down. I read one of the books, which had a theme of pride in one's culture. The book had a few foreign words in it, but not in Japanese. It could've been a book about the same content, but in Japanese, yet it wasn't. I didn't understand why.

Before I confronted my employers, there was another worker in the dream who when found out about the cell phone rule, also felt she couldn't do that. She was short, I think her hair was pulled back, dark hair. Not a language employee, instead another kind of staff. Her face kind of resembled my piano instructor's. She was encouraged to speak up after hearing that I wanted to and has a husband too. She's older than me.

I remembering arguing to the Chinese man that if only my husband could work that summer too, but couldn't because of his job, implying that he should hire him and pay him to solve things.

When contemplating, I was leaning my head on a wall or pole.

I was having second thoughts before we even left to go to the camp, which is states away, but still decided to drive there with my husband.

I felt sad to be conflicted. Loved Japanese camp so much, but had to choose between keeping my marriage strong (which could end up fine even if I did work at the camp) or working at a place I loved and grew from. Reminiscent, though setting not at all like the actual camp, as usual in dreams.

The white lady resembled my TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) instructor, who is pregnant in waking life and pregnant in the dream. Dream was in English and non-lucid.

I woke up with a song from Animal Crossing: New Leaf playing in my head. I immediately realized I had a dream when I woke up, wanted to record it and jumped to my dream journal.

Time after writing down this dream: 4:01am.

Mantra: 夢を見ることを分かっています (I will realize I'm dreaming) 野原に風で空を飛びたい (I will fly in a field using the wind)

I had asked my husband if he has had a flying dream before, and he said yes, many times. He recalled one in which he was being caught up by the wind in a field and flying really high. So I imagined using that method to fly.

4:07 am Haven't fallen asleep
4:15 am Still not asleep
4:40 am Still not asleep

6:02 am

Dream 1 MILD

I realize that I am dreaming and check through the thumb/palm RC. I am so excited to confirm my thoughts that I am dreaming by seeing my thumb go through my palm. I try to jump so that I can levitate/fly, excited that I am lucid dreaming, afraid to be short on time. The gravity is definitely not normal and I kind of float through the air as I jump, but I don't exactly get far off of the ground. This is probably because I'm inside a building.

Before I become lucid, my dream is set in my apartment at night and I feel there has been an intruder. The intruder is female and I could hear her have a phone call in Spanish and sing from my bed. My husband and I are both in the bed and I try to alert him but he doesn't really think there's any threat and just goes back to sleep. I am extremely afraid and I think at some point my husband does leave the bed and is harmed, but the scenario resets itself. I eventually realize I am dreaming and next to my bed practice jumping.

The dream is in English and was induced with MILD. Along with saying my mantas about flying, I also was a little paranoid about an intruder, though I tried to push the thought away.

Dream 2 non-lucid

I was heading towards a babysitting job for a Japanese family. When I met the mother, she talked to me in Japanese and I replied in Japanese, though I didn't remember any of the dialogue. She lived in an apartment.

I remember walking down the hall to the apartment and seeing her neighbors, who aren't Japanese. Her neighbors were intimate and I remember it being embarrassing to witness, but I don't remember what happened. I think their bathroom was in the hall and one was using the toilet, yet with no shame of being in public and still smiling and waving.

This was non-lucid.

I think I might've woken up in between the 1st and 2nd dream, or if not consciously thought in between the dreams that I need to write down my lucid dream before I forget, but instead moved onto a 2nd dream.

Time after writing down these dreams: 6:22am

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm on a bus with my friend Alex, I ask the driver to stop as I would like my harness on, so he/she stops the bus rather angrily and comes and puts my harness on.
We arrive at our destination, now I'm inside a building at a desk talking to a guy, I notice how high the ceiling is.

2. [Non-Lucid]
Were in a shop looking at beds...all of them had no mattress, just a blanket, we then leave.

We are now walking through this mossy green field in some sort of forest, the ground is riddled with roots that you would trip over if you aren't paying attention.
My Nan asked me to help her by pointing out the roots so she won't trip and hurt her really thin skin (she bruises and cuts very easily), so as I'm walking along I tell her where the roots are and to be careful.

3. [Non-Lucid]
Looking at comments on Reddit I think about Barack Obama and some other random stuff like "60% of Sweden is undiscovered, they had maps but lost them in the war".

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Possible dream signs:
Nan, Mum, Alex, Reddit, Harness

I had a number of dreams last night but this is the only one I could really recall.

I was inside a house that had been shown on Most Haunted, although it isn't actually one the TV series showed but in my dream I knew it was from Most Haunted. I was skeptical about the "ghosts" that were caught on camera and was looking at each area where there had been a ghost filmed and was explaining how special effects could make it look like a ghost was there. At the same time I was feeling a bit nervous in case a ghost really was there.

This dream starts off in a cave. The earth is dark brown. There is lava pouring out of holes in the walls, and there are puddles of it about every 10 feet. The cave isn't open; it's more of an underground tunnel. It seems to go on forever in front of me and behind me. I had no idea why I was there. Then I was in a pharmacy. (I work in a pharmacy in real life, but this one wasn't anything like the pharmacy I work in). This pharmacy didn't get medication from any manufacturer, we made them in the pharmacy itself using various roots and leaves. The pharmacy was built like this: only one floor; think of a small, old schoolhouse, except it has a flat roof; the whole front side is made of glass and there is a sliding glass door; the walls are made of small, brown bricks, the the inside walls are flat and white; after walking in, there is a white table to the left just big enough for two people to sit across from each other (probably for consultations); there is a counter half way into the pharmacy that starts from the left wall and runs to the right wall until there is only enough space for people to walk in and out of the work area; the back wall was made up of, I'd say, about eight rows by twelve columns of brown baskets that were separated by the same, white material as the wall, into cubby-like spaces (if you've ever seen Spirited Away, it was similar to the way the Boiler Man organized his herbs and spices); there were two computers near the rear, left corner of the work area, and one computer on the counter. I was sitting at a computer in the corner typing, but there was nothing on the screen. Then a man and his boy sat at the one to the left of me. I wondered how he got back there and why he was there with his son. I said something philosophical, but I didn't get a response from him. Then I tried to say something funny, but he still didn't say anything. Then there was a lady who wanted help at the counter behind me. She had hair like Bozo the Clown, but it was grey instead red. There were streaks of black in it as well. She was very old. I'd say about 60 or 70. She also had a severe case of kyphosis (hunchback) and a wide frown. She was yelling and demanded that I gave her a sheet of paper hanging on the side wall. I looked up and there was a stack of papers nailed to the wall. I looked closer at them and noticed that they were blank prescriptions already signed by the physician. I told her that there is no way we can give her one because she will use it to write a false prescription. I turn back around to work on what I was working on on my computer, but then I heard my mom, the woman, and a doctor talking to the woman. They had one of the sheets of paper and were helping the woman write a false prescription. I couldn't believe my eyes. The next thing I knew, I was in a dorm room with two of my friends. Let's call them Bob and Jim. The place we were in was a massive, two story hotel/dormitory. The front side of it was made entirely of glass, and there was a small door on the bottom left of the building. The inside was like a log cabin, but it wasn't made of whole, round logs; they were cut and the walls and floors were flat. Straight ahead after entering there was an activity room that had a pool table in it, and to the right of the entrance against the wall was an office room. The office room was walled in, but from the waist up was an area of glass, so you could see in. Just beyond the office was a hall way that went deep into the dormitory with doors on either side of it. The room Bob, Jim, and I were in was the last on the left. I knew in my head that we were in a dorm room, but it looked like a stereotypical hotel room. There was one bed and a TV in front of it. The carpet was magenta mixed with dark blue and green. Yaknow, stereotypical hotel room. Bob had his backpack and I knew that he had some form of recreational drugs in it. We left the room and went to the activity room. Bob put his backpack on the pool table, and started to roll a joint. Then we look up and saw two men walk into the building. I personally knew they weren't cops, but Bob was worried and started to gather his things to go back to the room. Jim was like, okay. Then a middle-aged woman entered the room. I then realized that I had no pants on. I started to look for some pants and thought there would be some on the pool table, but it wasn't a pool table anymore, it was a very tall, normal table. The table's surface was up to my chest instead of my hip. I frantically reached on top of the table for pants. I found a pair, but they were shaped as if someone was wearing them. Bob said that they were his, took them, then threw me a pair of big, baggy, green jeans. I thought they were odd because the pockets were just below my knees... not that they were slacking, but that's just where the pockets were placed on the pants. Bob had already left and was probably in the room, but Jim and I stayed behind for a little bit because there was a group of four terribly gothic girls who were playing metal music. It was very simple, but the sound quality was legit, so I stayed until they were done. One of the girls said that I make her sound like a recording she made for her friend on FarmVille. I never played that game before, so I just said, "Oh," and walked on. I sat down and leaned my back up against a wall in the hall next to a large painting. I don't know what the painting was of, but there was a lot of blue, green, and white. Maybe a landscape? Anyhow, I realized that I was wearing earbud headphones and I was listening to a podcast. It was of my friends Jim and Bob talking about me realizing that I'm dreaming and if I will be able to. I didn't think anything of it. Anyhow, when I stand up, next thing I know is I'm in a banquet hall for martial arts. I was wearing a white tae kwon do uniform and I had a yellow belt. Bob had a black and a red belt on. Both belts he was wearing were slanted, but at different angles, so they made an X. Jim was sitting at our table. There were many rows of rectangular, brown tables. The ones you'd see at a family reunion. The one next to ours was a large, circle table. There were many karate people sitting at it. The space between our table and theirs was enough for me to squeeze through, but instead of walking through them, I lifted myself up between them like I would when I was a kid. I did a karate kick and the people at the round table laughed. The next thing I knew I was outside. I was hearing the earbud headphones I had on earlier and was listening to the same podcast... the one of which Bob and Jim were talking about me realizing I was dreaming. I still don't know why I didn't question it, but meh. I was hiking outdoors in a forest-like area. There were large trees on either side of me, and a dirt path in front of me. I walked on the path for awhile and got to a small incline. It was pretty steep, but only a few feet up, so I crawled up it. When I got to the top, the scenery around me changed. Instead of being surrounded by trees, there was a space on both sides of me that was free of trees. It was as if something had drawn a line on a map through the trees and they were gone on that strip of land. I passed it and the trees continued again. The podcast I was listening to changed from Bob and Jim talking to the two guys from Radiolab on NPR. They were talking about someone muscular who was on the run. I knew it couldn't be me because I'm not very muscular. Apparently he stole a ton of money. So, I get to another incline and just beyond it I get to a green truck/SUV. It was a mix between the pick-up truck and SUV. There was also a very large tree to the right of it, and just behind that, a police car was poking out. I was afraid of it because I thought the police officer would think I was the guilty one because I was just walking alone. I approached the cop car and it became another green SUV/truck. The were no more trees near me. I then saw a gas station and a street intersection. I crossed one street to get to the gas station. Parked there was a semi truck facing me. Next to it was another green SUV/truck. Then, another green SUV/truck pulled up to my side and flashed its lights at the semi-truck. The semi-truck slowly pulled forward, I looked up, and I opened my eyes. I was in my room, but it was still pitch black. I remembered the dreams that I just had and wondered why I never did a reality check. I wanted to make a habit out of doing them so I'd do them in my dreams, so I plugged my nose and breathed in. That's right, I breathed in. I had no problem breathing, even when my nose was plugged, and this blew my mind. I realized I had a false awakening. As soon as I put my hand back down, extremely intense vibrations waved throughout my body. My entire body was vibrating, but there was also a concentration of vibrations that pulsed up and down my body. Wherever the concentration of vibrations went in my body felt overwhelmingly good. I felt pure joy, relaxation, happiness, and pretty much every positive emotion and physical feeling. I kept blinking. Eventually, my vision of pitch-blackness started to rip in two. It was as if someone held a black piece of construction paper in front of my eyes and ripped it slowly. Behind it I saw my room, slightly lit from the morning sun.

Two people were running away from someone or something. They seem to be a couple. They were running through rooms in darkness. They were near an elevator, one was knocked out and the other taken in to the elevator. The one that was just in the elevator got out and waited by the elevator. A while later, the one that got knocked out came out of the elevator. Their memories were erased in the elevator but they seem to remember knowing each other.

I dreamt that I was in school learning Russian. The blonde female teacher was teaching me a few words and how to use the computer's command buttons. I was also asked to draw the letter P a lot.

I was in a big room with 2 other guys and we were playing with some boxes. They dressed up in childish suits and started fighting like idiots. Lucy was there so was Mark from Level 2 Maintenance.
I then appeared on a shore with people selling stuff on stands and medium buildings behind me. There was water that separated various islands. One particular island had a very large tower. I had to Mark of the Outsider and was able to Blink. I had a few missions, one of them was to kill a guy hoarding food. After I killed him in his underwater cave, I found a lot of stored potatoes. I left and found out that Mark got the credit for finding them. The area thrived and there was no more hunger. Mark knew it was thanks to me so he allowed me to share his riches. Later, a cop was abusing his power and whipping people. I confronted him and he tried to spray me. He missed and I knew it was a weak type of pepper spray. I grabbed my Phase IV from my duty belt and sprayed him back. I took his whip and started hitting him with it. He started running but I chased after him. He ran toweards the water and jumped. He started to fly and turned into a cat. In mid air, he turned around and started to fly towards the city but I jumped, Blinked right in front of him, and whipped him in the back of the neck. He fell to the floor and I threw the whip down. A security guard picked it up and showed me how ripped up the whip got after I hit him. I looked at the dying cop/cat, pulled out my pistol, and shot him, ending his misery.

Journal Entry non-lucid #42 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I had a headache after going to a meeting in my school. I couldn't concentrate so no mantras just a short meditation. The first dream got greatly influenced because I have to take care of my grandmother after she got some minor health problem.

Dream fragment 1, 8:43pm-12:45am." Grandma can't see":My grandmother tried to eat the fruits on the table. I noticed it was rotten. I told her not to eat it, but she did anyways. She picked up this traditional spicy food and she said there is nothing in there. I saw a big chunk. I told her to look again. She put it extremely close to her eye and she said I don't see it.

I woke up feeling better, but I still felt a little light headed. I played some BF3 which explain the landscape in my dream.
I stayed up and tried to do WILD. As I was laying on my back and drifted off. I noticed myself drifting off and instead of just awareness I gasped right back up. I felt some sensation disappear from me, maybe SP. Again I drifted off while on my back and I jolted, my legs kicked up. I got frustrated and slept after about 30-40min later. Instead of WILD I tried to do MILD. I tried visualizing and kept on saying the mantra. I was sleeping not on my back but my front. I fell asleep after some time.

Dream fragment 2, 3:50am-8:00am." Sleeping in a dream": The environmet looked like BF3, Northern Canal. I jumped and landed in some water. I got sleepy and I fell asleep. I woke up and I was sleeping in some pond. The dream was vivid at this point. I looked at the water and thought about the reflection and I look up I see the same pond as a reflection of this one.


This is yet another dream that I have slept inside of. It is strange and it might be a dreamsign.

1st Lucid in almost 3 weeks and ruin it.

Pre: 100mg 5htp 930pm
WBTB: 3mg Galantamine, 250 Choline, .3 mg Melatonin. 1am.

Quite restless getting back to sleep but after about an hour I fell asleep and woke with this about an hour later.

I was at a house with my daughter and my wife. I don't remember what she was doing but my daughter was in the buff. My wife noticed that she had a pretty bad rash on her behind. I went to the bathroom to get the butt cream and all of a sudden I had to number 2 like I had bad Mexican food the night before. I almost didn't get down in time and it seemed like the earth was coming out of me. I remember wiping and thinking WTF? At this point I did a RC and bam 7 fingers

Lucid: I was pretty excited since it had been awhile since my last lucid. I stood up and grabbed some of the bottles that were on a metal shelf next to the toilet. There were lotions and whatever other stuff is on those bottle on the shelves in my bathroom. Anyways I started trying to read them to no avail really. I touched the top of the metal grated shelf and headed into the hallway. TOTM with the dog bone was on my mind and I was going to the kitchen to find one. I got to the hallway and had shouted focus a moment before. I was walking down the hall singing "FOCUS, FOCUS, FOCUS" very excited. I saw the cabinets above the kitchen counters. They were pretty dark and then I thought about writing on dream views after I try the dog biscuit and then thought about waking up and wham whirled out.

I don't know how many times I have done this to myself. I just need to stick to the task and think of nothing else. I laid really still for awhile afterwards trying to DEILD to no avail. I had a bunch more non lucid dreams after this but no more lucids.

I was on a mission to find a killer a killer that so happened to be amonst the ranks of the fellow people i was with. we tracked them down on the docks and their boat was missing but instead we found some casset tapes and cds. Among the Casset tapes was some evidence pointing to who this murderer was. I looked around but found no player. Everybody got together and agreed to kill ourselves as the murderer would be one of the people and the rest wouldnt be dieing in vane as it was for a good cause. We went forward with it and ended up being hung, I looked around and saw another person as well just hanging there not being affected by the fact that we should be dead. We talked for a bit and then we magicly got down and started going and doing other stuff. But then I woke from my nap

In my first dream, I was with a group of people doing the physicals for the military. We were stripped down to our boxers and it was raining outside. It was night time. I remember looking at the tattoo on my chest. Later in the dream, the place was in fact a hotel and an older lady and her daughter drove up. They were being rude but later the old lady started being flirty and she flashed me. Her left boob looked deflated and pretty fucked up.

On my other dream, I was the leader at some sort of academy. We were studying when the class started to get loud. Then, some of the students threw stuff at me. I went back to my seat and on my backpack it said that I suck cock. The person next to me wrote it. It was Gayle Martinez. I told her I was going to write her up and the classed changed their attitude as I got the write up paper. An emergency came over the radio and a few people jumped out through the window to help. I followed and Nona Enza was on the parking lot. We had to go save a dog that was drowning. Xavier Hernandez got on a motorcycle and sped off. I got on my motorcycle and followed. We were on the road dodging traffic, following the river. I crashed and the bike flew off in one direction and me in the other. I was able to make it to the river and dove from 2 stories high into the dirty water. The dog seemed dead but it went underwater when I touched it. I kept swimming and two dogs emerged and grabbed onto a nearby pole. One of the dogs was my dog Ace.

Dream
Notes

I did a reality check last night. My right hand was scorched again and I had 6 Fingers. Upon realizing that, I woke up.

Later in the night, I dreamt that I was in a big city with a college campus called CNM. I was doing parkour in the parking lot. I got there in a blue truck and some girl with thick black hair took me there. She was driving around the campus while I did parkour. I then made it onto a structure that was on a tree and got on the roof. The roof started breaking wherever I would step on it and I felt something bite my left toe. I grabbed the ladder and started heading down when my right arm got stuck. I looked into the structure but but couldn't see anything so i shinned my flashlight in there. I noticed my old shoes I used to wear before I switched to minimalist shoes and field mice appeared, wanting to bite me. I felt fear, hoping they wouldn't give me any diseases. I swatted them away with my flashlight.

Before arriving at CNM, I think I was watching the campus via helicopter view on the news and discussing it with the girl and an older man.

Slept way to late but anyway my sis and her friend were going to a concert with all my fav bnds so I snuck in

I was in a race through the jungle and sky and water and I was in the top three and slmost one but got bullied by the other competitors and yelled at them after but then apolagized

#1
I am at a rather busy gas station with several other people, including the wife. There are security guards there and they have a policy that forbids taking of photographs. Those at the gas station have two options: 1. Give their phones/cameras to the security guards, or 2. Show the guards the "first and last photos" on said devices. I opt to give my phone to the guards. They disable it by taking a part off. I do not mind as I want to comply with the policy. Soon I am in the back of the gas station on a grassy hill with some unknown people. They want to smoke weed. I decide that even thought it has been 10 years, I will join them. We smoke out of some long, blue, dragon shaped pipe. I worry it will make me fall asleep. Then we are laying in the grass, which we can miraculously pull up over us like blankets. We look up at the night sky. There are beautiful stars all around. Next I am inside the station, in the stock room in the back. I am preparing to go somewhere by putting my shoes on. I notice there is weed strewn about on a shelf with other trash and debris. I pick it up. It looks like high quality. An employee peeks in and says "no talking to the security guards."

#2

I am in a car with the wife and several other people. We are driving along a wooded road. There are hills on either side of the road. Nestled in the hills are beautiful, ornate victorian greenhouses. They are all white wood framed and glass. There are small, wispy clouds around the peaks of the roofs of each. I think "it must be from the humidity escaping through the vents." The greenhouses are on both sides of the road. Each is more ornate and beautiful than the last.
The last set are strange and futuristic. They are made of rectangular glass units. The units are stacked into various strange and seemingly impossible shapes. Then the units seem to be tents, with people in some of them, people leaving others. We arrive at a dusty, desert nature preserve. There are more of the tent units on impossible ridges and locations high in the hills. People are crawling along narrow paths to reach them. We lay down on the ground for some reason. Pebbles start to tumble down the cliff, small rocks that do not hurt us. They gradually increase in size until i tell everyone we need to get up or get crushed.
I am then going to go for a hike with my wife. My parents are going to watch my children. I walk through a trailer that has been converted into a kitchen. My wife goes around the structure on the outside. I hear her voice through he windows. I see loads of fruit stacked in the trailer. There are a peaches and bananas. I exit the trailer and do not see my wife. I go back in looking for her and see the fruit again. She is not there. I go out to see if she is outside. she is not. I go in again. not there. I go out and realize as I open the door "This is strange...I am dreaming!!"
Lucid, i drop some food that I have in my hands and immediately rub them together to stabilize the dream. I call out "maximum clarity and stability please!" Everything becomes amazingly vivid and crisp! I leap into the air and fly loop-de-loops under the wooden awning. I begin to sing the mantra of Avalokiteshvara as I am flying. After 5 repetitions, the dream fades and I wake up in my bed.

WBTB: I fell asleep at 10, woke up at 2:30. I practiced MILD as I fell asleep and awoke from this dream at 4:30.

February 22, 2014

6:15 am
Woke-up remembering scary or mystery themed music from my dream and not remembering much else. Felt like another thought process dream in which I am just thinking, like in real life, but when I wake up forget what I am thinking about. The notes went lowest note - highest note - second lowest note - second highest note repeating again and again. It didn't feel special enough of a tune to go to my computer to record the exact notes, and I don't remember the exact tune anymore.

Got up, brushed teeth and hair. Went back to sleep.

Mantra: 夢を見ています　(I am dreaming.) すごい夢を見ています (I am dreaming an awesome dream.) 嬉しい気持ち (happy feelings).

I thought maybe if I did my mantra in Japanese, I would dream in Japanese. I've had dreams in Japanese before.

7:08 am Haven't fallen asleep.
7:45 am Still not asleep.
9:59 am Just woke up.

3rd Dream - Part 2
Had a dream about Japanese school life (second time since watching the drama Limit). All of my classmates are Japanese, including me. I'm not really in the dream, seeing through a different girl's perspective. We're all at a restaurant. Then the police come to say there's been a murder. My friend, a guy, and I try to run to the back and escape because we're scared, but we end up sitting down at our table with our other friend, a girl. We learn that the murder has been committed by our other friend, who is often bullied. She killed her parents. I'm so shocked and wonder why. If she could kill her parents, she could kill her friends too. I can now picture her face clearly at this point in the dream. She's not really there, just my dream self remembering what she looks like. She looks like the manga artist from the drama Limit. I also remember being sad for her. I hear her screaming in my head, "来なくて" (go away) again and again, through it is grammatically incorrect and should be 来ないで. I run to my friend, a guy, sitting at another table. His presence feels like Ron Swanson from Parks and Rec. I hug him and he comforts me. Aside from that one line, the dream is in English. It wasn't scary, more like a movie. Last scene, we are leaving the restaurant in a car and I remember seeing a police van and wondering if our friend is in there.

3rd Dream - Part 1
Before this dream changed into a murder scene. I remember mixing a drink at the table with my friend, a girl. The presence is the same girl who was at the table in Part 2 of the dream. At this point we don't have distinguished ethnicities and I am myself. The drink was an orange-colored smoothie. We came to the idea that we want to pour orange-colored cough syrup in it. It tasted disgusting, like curdled milk. The cough syrup absolutely ruined the smoothie, separating the fruit juice from the cream, turning it a gray color with lumps. We realized it was a bad idea.

2nd Dream
My mom and the girl I nanny and her family. My mom wanted to plan some sort of event. I was in my mom's kitchen at one point and Nila's living room at another point. I asked my mom at one point if she was going to cook for the event, perhaps turkey. She had eating out/bringing in food from outside more in mind. I suggested a specific restaurant, but she didn't like the idea.

**Note: I know the name of the specific restaurant and wrote it in my physical dream journal, just leaving out that detail since it might reveal where I live.

1st Dream
I might've been at school. Hallway, elevator. Perhaps Japanese club. I think a presence like Michael Scott from The Office might've been there. Group of people.

All dreams were non-lucid. By the time I finished writing down my dreams it was 10:24 am.

Reflections: I want to meet the girl who looked like the manga artist from Limit (dream character) while lucid. I have a lingering feeling of wanting to know more about her.

12.22.14 Saturday

Last night, bed at 11:30 - 6:10am Didn't fall asleep till after midnight.

DR sometimes before 6am
I'm sitting in some kind of a vehicle. We are sitting by the wall, facing sideways, not forward. My mom is by my left side. I see a crew member by my moms left side. He is lighting something in his hand. Then he throws it into the opening on the bench by my moms left hand. It starts the engines and big flames shoot out from the hole. My mom screams in terror. The crewmember says maybe he should have warned us. I say, yeah, he shouldhave.

DR at 6:10am

I'm walking on a very wide street. Lots of people are walking with me, slowly. There is some rubble on both sides of the street. As I look ahead, I see some bombed out tall buildings, with smoke rising from them. People are carrying small suitcases and small bundless of possessions.

I feel like we are in the neighboring country, walking home to our country, after war has ended. But not everybody is walking back. I see a musician on some kind of a raised platform, tinkering with his black and silver electric guitar. I find it strange, but I think they are preparing to celebrate the end of the war.

On my right side, there is a river with slow moving, dirt colored water. Like rivers are in winter. it feels like it's fall or winter. There are some people on the barge, also musicians. And 2 technicians are looking at two floodlights on a tiny platform on the water. They are trying to figure out how to make it all work again after the war, or just making sure it will work properly for the celebrations.