non-lucid

Various non-lucid scenes: two immortals discussing faith and religion while rummaging around one's kitchen; the owner of the kitchen and her mother are both christian, and I'm surprised and intrigued since I hadn't found that to be very compatible with physical immortality. Rose and Martha meeting all the past incarnations of the Doctor in the TARDIS. There's some fantastical mystery involving spirits, and I was tasked with demonstrating the rational, physical origins of the events - the drama with the spirits is still considered real, but as a sort of reflection of the physical world, not actually physically present there - however, now that I believe it's all been solved and wrapped up, I'm asked a series of questions that force me to go through and reevaluate all my conclusions, suggesting there may be another answer. IWTV references, thinking about Lestat's life-has-no-more-meaning-what-if-i-could-give-you-a-new-life speech, resulting in a bit of an IWTV-themed power trip. That ended in an unpleasant party, which I left and returned to my IRL home.

In my home, looking out the window I've noticed various construction or roadwork or similar workers out in the street, and one of them's walking up the driveway. I move away from the windows since I need to go put some proper clothes on, but before I can do anything more than that I hear two of them inside the house, just in the next room. I'm aware that when I deliberately moved away from the windows, they'd mistakenly believed there was no one home and came inside. So I step into sight now and ask them wtf. They're surprised to see someone home. They talk briefly to each other. One of them says, "He's not going to forget. How do you want to do this?" After that, the two of them raise tools as if they're weapons - one of them's holding a hammer, the other a mallet - and although I'm aware this is a dream (I'm thinking as if I knew it all along but felt no need to act on that knowledge before now), I have difficulty defeating them or removing them. In that case, I decide to summon up something to remove them for me - I think of a dragon. One doesn't appear, but instead, as a direct result of that thought, I have a feeling that I think of as "a part of me that hasn't been fed," and with a voice much deeper than my own I say "Get the fuck out of my home," after which I see fire. Then I'm looking at the fire from a distance - I'm somewhere outside, and neither the burning cottage I'm looking at nor the scenery has any resemblance to my IRL home, I've completely changed scenes. Despite this, I believe that I've succeeded in removing those two from the house and feel satisfied.

False awakening. I'm in a bed - not one I'm familiar with IRL, though I believed it was in a relative's house - and I reach for my dream journal. I can't find an empty page to write in, and I realize this is an old journal, one I'd already filled up. A few pages have been torn out.

Date: 11 Feb

Pre bed: lecithin

Wbtb: 1/3+ latte

Was feeling super sleepy and even after the latte and mantras, I knew if I fall asleep nothing's going to happen. So I try to seriously to project my intent forward and expect an ld.

DILD: I mostly have some unconscious moments and then the next thing I remember is that I am involved in this dream in our old place, some scenario going on, but at the back of my mind is this vague thought about lucidity. It's mixed with all the false thoughts about the current dream, but for some reason I decide that whatever's going on is not to my liking and that this is a dream. My dad's walking around as part of the pre-ld scenario and I follow him to the living room.

He sits on the sofa now and I remember about totm. I ask him for a dog biscuit. He instantly hands me something that looks like a rubber dog toy in the shape of a bone. I doubt it's edible and ask him again, where he hands me a smaller version of the same thing. As I examine it, it changes slightly in shape, but I'm still impressed it's the shape of a bone. I ask him a third time, hoping it will finally work. He gives me a small paper package with something like a biscuit sticking from one end. I take it out and it's a bone shaped dog biscuit. I take a bite and slowly chew to feel the taste, it actually tastes pretty nice and fresh, like a normal biscuit and has this very pleasant walnut flavor.

Then, I recall I wanted to ask about true love and ask dad. He doesn't give me a direct answer but addresses the question and makes some rhymes (word starting with o?). Mom is now sitting next to us and I ask her as well. She gives me a long philosophical answer that sounds appropriate, but can't really recall. Then I go back to dad and ask again and he gives me his previous answer.

I go to my room and decide to leave the place and see my friend a few streets away. I'm floating, moving towards the balcony door and open it using tk/thought, another one behind it, open it as well. I think about floating down like this but want to go in the other direction so descend in a hard to describe dream way down the balconies which by then become much longer than rl. I have the feeling that am moving much faster than the dream is building, so slow down and have a quick look at some items in front of me. Only one more story to jump and I wonder from which side it will be more convenient to go - back yard or the street will yield less distortions. The dream becomes shifty and by the time I reach the street, it changes to a different place. I try to bring the old street back by turning around and describing what should be here. The neighbors, this guy's place. I correctly recall he was in the previous dream. Yet, the street remains the same. The dream soon ends. I feel like continuing sleeping, but start to forget details already.

Today i dreamt i was looking for a guy, it was sunny, i wanted to convince him
that my team won, when i found him i told him. "There was a game between sevilla and Yukio"
he was angry and told me there wasn't any soccer game among those teams.
I said there was and told him yukio had won. he kept insisting.
I got angry and went away.


Dream elements:

-Soccer

Technique used: ----------

hours slept: 8 hours

drempt that i was in a video game type dream that i had tried to beat several times . winning envolved some weird usage of a pitchfork on this random system on the tv that was somehow tide into a challange in real life for some reason i thnk having to do with politics\

\drempt i was driving along the beach with my dad. he had just picked me p frfom this crazy intense skate park/boating outing where the two were kind of intermittened. i was like confused wehre we were it seeemd like germany by all the bbeer advertissments

i opted we go to monterey to spend the rest of the day with mel and mom

then i remember being with matt jajeh and finding like 1000 fucking nintendo 64 gamesa (GOD DAMOT MAT recognize your in a dream OKAY any time you see n64 video games its something to do with your represed childhood dreamz and its not real life OKAY your in a fucking dream cuz you don't have access to a n64 and those games are only in dreams!! so don't get it excited its not real..your in a fucking dream!!) and we were at a tennis match. this sexy black chick asked me to referee and i agreed but then wandered off to where my old rugby team was playing. i said hello and told them about my new team. then my sisters friend wanted to pick me up or something but when she got there matt started hitting on her and i felt like i shoulda said something


matt and i had some deep talk about our friendship but i cant remember what i just know we were in my kitchen and he had decided to stay awake so we could talk.

come on matt reemember these dream signz

earlier waking(s?): only memory key worded and back to sleep

+ I'm a student in highschool class (literature?), the teacher beats the crap out of a student to my right who was not paying attention, he screams at another student on the left side of the classroom who was reading for another class, and he criticizes the reading style of another, I move to stop the initial beating but the teacher stops, I follow attentively along with the reading after that . I'm looking at a book with writing in it but (waking analysis) the words are all squiggles, not letters.

+ some police cars are zipping by down the street, and one moving about 150MPH blazes by

+ some people are moving in to a house they've bought, the workpeople are saying it needs more work, they're doing the work, the woman buyer says "I hope you didn't take out the roses," and the guy said yes they had to.

later morning (voice journal all dreams at this point).

+ in a restaurant, I see a childhood friend a few tables away against a wall, I call out to him and ask him if he remembers my name, he remembers first but not last, he says "you're (my correct first name) Taylor!", I say "no, not like Eric Taylor, by the way I love the Friday Night Lights show," I quiz him about where I live, and he gives a joke answer ("about 20 meters north of <somewhere>). and everybody laughs, I realize he doesn't remember much about me, I see a dachshund put its front legs up on a table and take a drink through a straw of someone's iced tea, I think this is hilarioius, then another of my adult friends GS messes with my food and knocks my burrito onto the seat, I reach for it at first (it's broken open) but don't want to eat it "because that's where all the skanky ho's sit!", my friend is laughing uproariously. My original friend who worked in a shop in (some city), I didn't want to embarrass him by asking him if he still worked in that store, he said though no, he turned it into a restaurant, and I should come for a free diner there, some random guy says "let's put on a party for the cheerleaders there!" I agree and point at him like saying "you da man!", he points back and me and we clasp fingertips.

+ I see a large intricate piece of automated machinery, lots of circuit boards, I see the wires, it's making smooth movements placing lenses in front of cameras, I wonder if the arms could move faster

+ lying in a shallow pond, I see crayfish in the water, I reach to touch one, I see and feel springs of cold water, a deer nuzzles me, then 2 baby cows are nuzzling my face with their noses, I see a big jet-black plastic-looking bull with meter-long curved horns, I think if he charges me I'm a goner, I stand up with my sword, but he doesn't charge me. There are two holes in the ground of the pond shooting out the cold water, I wonder if it's safe to drink, I think the source of that water is a river beyond the bank in front of me. The water is about one foot deep, and my moving around startled away the small crayfish and other creatures. I"m lying on my back (waking up?) when the cows noses touch my face, completely covering it, I open my eyes to look up seeing the two "baby" (but still quite large) animals standing over me.

+ I'm eating a thin steak at an expensive steak restaurant, it is brown on the outside, pink on the inside, and a jet-black ribbon runs around the outside of the stake like a piece of sushi, a narrator voice says something like protect your investment, don't use a butter knife to cut your steak (or it could fall on the ground) something arrives in a limousine (steak knives?).

2.19.14

Last night, bec 11:20pm-5am

Alarm woke me up at 5am from this dream:

Something is broke on the house. Somehow we damaged the roof. So mom goes outside to talk to the handyman that works accross the street. He has a red pickup truck, that has a roof built to make it a box car. He is kinda wondering how the heck did we manage to damage the roof support, but he agrees to fixing it. It will cost a lot and we don't have that kind of money, this soon after some previos repairs.

Now I'm in doctors office. They sat me in exam chair. I'm wondering wtf I'm doing there, since I don't go to doctors. There is a small desk with medical tray on my right, and another chair next to it. My dad is sitting there. He is not getting anything done, so I'm not sure why is he there.

Female doctor wipes my left knee with desinfectant and she is holding a 5 inch needle. I ask her what is she going to do. She kinda reluctantly says, that she will extract from my knee to see, if the medicine she had been giving me is working. She tells me that she ahd already given me morphine and some sedative.

I have a feeling she is not a very good doctor and I get worried. The needle with syringe is now held by a mechanical arm that's bend over me. I'm looking away, waiting for some excruciating pain to start. Then I look at my right knee and needle is touching it and is about to start going through the skin.

My dad says my name and I ask him what he wants. He says "I'm just gonna quietly cry here". I debate, wheather to tell the doctor that he is family, and he should not be there, coz the confidentiality issues. I get mad at dad, thinking that I don't need anybody to fell sorry for me.

I look and needle is now all the way in. I'm waiting for the pain but there is none. All I can do is sit slightly slumped over in the chair, high on morphine and sedatives. Needle is out, and another doctor comes to me and makes me spit to clear my mouth. She is telling the other doctor, that she needs to be faster helping patients after the procedure is done, for their safety and comfort.

I hear my alram going off and I have time to think, that it's good timing, because I just finished the dream.

Morning of February 19, 2014. Wednesday.



I am back in Arcadia. For some reason, I get the impression that I am supposed to be at an extensive class reunion and celebration. I seem to be much younger, though, probably only around twenty. I start to look for people of whom I had a stronger friendship or even association with, but do not find anyone I am looking for. (In real life, longtime classmate and best friend Toby T had a heart attack and I have not heard any updates on his condition - he is slightly younger than I).

Around the main high school building are many younger people, probably in their late teens - most, if not all of them, are full Caucasian, many with very light blonde curly hair, almost downy in appearance. They seem to be connected with the reunion but are standing about in a random pattern. I feel a need to express (or announce) myself, so I say, “I had one hundred people to see; one hundred friends to see here, but no one lives here anymore!" That seems a bit rude, I suppose, but then I sneak into some of the administration offices to steal manila folders of information about some of my former classmates, many of which apparently had passed away or moved to a distant location from Arcadia (as is actually the case in real life, for example, another good friend, Roosevelt I, is now a popular singer in Germany). This is the second recent dream relating to looking at manila folders and dossiers on people. In this case, I am in the filing cabinet looking for specific names and dates. I notice documents in various folders that are a mixed-up set of both names and dates, some folders nearly empty, even really old ones from the 1960s. I notice, specifically, dates from the late 1980s, and stop when I come to 1972 and 1973 sections. However, many of the names are unexpectedly unfamiliar.

Looking around the large office, I see that the filing system is in an odd, nonviable setup, almost like randomly placed boxes when someone is moving in or out of a place. Filing cabinets are placed randomly (some in the middle of the room) and all of completely different styles and appearance. This is partly related to my real life "seeking” of information on Toby and those I have not had closure with yet (there are only two main ones that I have not found information on or had full closure with as with almost every other person in my life up to now - I have not asked about one of them, and the person who could tell me, I have not straight-out asked her - she is the one who appears in my dream next).

I see two girls walking up stairs when I leave the archives and administration areas. No one else (no school authority, that is) notices my unauthorized searches otherwise. One of them is Michelle L, best friend of the “other”. The other girl, a bit higher on the stairs and walking upwards without turning, only has her back to me. Michelle laughs at me, but not in a demeaning or patronizing way - but in a very friendly “when we were kids” sort of way (she seems amazed that I am still “doing something a human would do”). They are dressed as tavern girls from an old TV western such as “Gunsmoke” - with a corset and a purple vertically creased/“stream-lined” low (or partial) bodice with large “corrugated” white ruffles. Michelle, who is Latina and Mexican (and with likely Mayan ancestry) whose last name seems to mean “the fox” in an anglicized corruption, seems to think I am on an infinite “wild goose chase” when I had already found the “key to everything” many years ago, yet I still “wander through old files”, so to speak. Still, there is one more thing I need to resolve relative to my thousands of experiences with the paranormal and the main one who was witness to some of it and is almost as much a “mystery” as the “real” mystery girl once was years ago. Very, very ironic and a strange “turnaround”, almost like being on the other side of a mirror than one’s “previous life”.

I can find no file on myself, as if I never existed. In real life, I would have been the file just prior to Michelle. Perhaps that is an additional reason for the laughing and subtle teasing. In real life, she no longer lives in Arcadia, either, so my dream’s scene is a bit ambiguous. The “other” (likely the girl with her whose face I did not see) remains elusive in my “second life” as much as my true twin flame did when I was with the “other”. Two different worlds - both inherently paranormal beyond what anyone would ever believe - likely knowledge I will never resolve. I guess I just want to “know” all of it.

Important update: After I posted this, and came back from the store, my wife tells me of a commercial after returning, regarding a brand new (fantasy) television series we had not heard of. It is called “Resurrection” (a play on a possum “playing dead” and coming back symbolic with my own NDE) - apparently about a missing (edit: not missing - died and found) boy who returns, being the same age as (I believe) 32 years prior, when he went missing and apparently “did not exist” (at least alive) all those years. The ad starts by showing him with a red shirt that reads “Mansfield Panthers” which is very significant for me in ways I will not get into (which relates to this entry and a dream of years ago I have not yet included regarding manila folders and the Mansfield name - also relating to a wealthy, snobby classmate and our team being the Panthers at that time). Not only that, he is (according to a short scene in the ad) “from Arcadia” (though not sure of the state). This has happened all the time since earliest memory, but often in a far “closer” and more visually precise sense (for example, exact visual detail even over weeks or years, exact scenarios - even complex detailed ones, and so on). It also mentions “Aurora” - which is where my father’s side of the family lives (in Illinois - though not sure if the locations in the show are met to be fictional - only saw the shorter ad a couple of times tonight (however, this seems to be an error regarding the show’s description as with the implication of missing)..

However, the summary on IMDb - “The lives of the people of Aurora (which I think is meant to read "Arcadia”) are forever changed when their deceased loved ones return" does not imply what the ad showed (which was only focused on the boy vanishing - though it turns out on the show, he died and was entombed, not having vanished). Forgot to mention that my wife’s middle name (Gabrielle) also appeared on the screen with “The Power of Love”.

19.02.2014

Running from hunters (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Patrick and I were in some kind of forest. We talked about something when I noticed 2 hunters standing behind him. One of them looked exactly like the hunter from "Jumanji", the other was some woman.





I told him what I saw and started throwing rocks at them knocking them both out.
We started running out of the forest, crossed a busy street and entered a building which seemed to be some kind of hotel were my whole family was staying.
I told them what was going on and Patrick and I continued running, exiting the building and running through some kind of mixture of a national park and a village. Everything looked very European.
Sometimes my friend Sven was with us.
At some point we ran past a guy pissing at a wall, with another guy standing next to him. Suddenly the pissing guy was an old lady and the other guy was her caretaker. She says, she thinks something is wrong and tells the caretaker to check her underwear. I told the others to wait and we stopped running looking at the old woman and the caretaker. I said I think I know what's going on and told the others that I think she is bleeding down there. If that's the case we will have to help her out by donating blood. I said, I think I have blood type 0 negative but I'm not sure.
We talked about blood types while we were waiting for the caretaker to check if something's wrong. Eventually he says everything is fine and we continued running.
We end up in a building. At some point we met my family there. My sister had her baby in a buggy with her. The buggy was basically a basket with a single rectangular hole in it, letting barely any light in.
We exchanged a few words but then left them.
We ran through the building which started to look like the hallways of my former high school. At some point I see a person standing in an open doorway which looked really familiar. I stopped and spoke to him. "Hey, you are... That one guy... Man why can't I remember your name right now?"
The person was actor Mads Mikkelsen.





He leaves me and enters the room he was standing in front of. We follow him in. In the room were a lot of men sitting at desks like in school and listening to some kind of teacher. They were right in an argument so we kept quiet and stood near the wall. Every now and then I think I accidentally said something which made the men laugh.

Pretty sure I should mark forests and hotels as dream signs now.

19.02.2014

A night at Patricks (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was at my friends Patricks place. We were in his room (which looked like my IRL room) and watched a movie. Patrick and I were sitting on chairs while his father was laying on the bed watching too.
The movie didn't fill the screen. It was like it was letterboxed (the black bars on top and bottom) and also had black bars on the sides. I told Patrick he should change the settings to 16:9. He got up, got 2 pieces of Paper and put them on the screen so the black bars on the sides were covered. I thought it was a stupid joke and told him to just use the remote control and put it in 16:9.
He says the TV doesn't have a feature like that. I told him that's stupid. That would be like a blu-ray player without a pause function. Every TV has it.
At some point Patricks father fell asleep.
I took the remote control and checked the buttons. There was no button which for settings or anything. Then I realise there are 2 more remote controls laying on a chair. One of them was appearently custom made out of special pieces or something like that. There was something about the other as well. They both looked very similar to the remote control my own TV has.
Both of them had no buttons to get into any kind of settings menu either.
Next thing I know is me waking up in the bed were Patricks father was laying in on the day before. I found a chickenegg laying near me and grabbed it. I accidentally broke it and egg white was dripping out of it landing on a stuffed animal representing a hedgehog. I quickly got up and threw the egg into a trashbin.
I was alone in this room which was on the first level.
I looked outside the window and saw some rusty old pick up truck parking in front of the house. I knew they were here to get some bulk garbage from Patricks father. He wanted to get rid of a bunch of old pickaxes.
I see the guys coming out of the car into the building. After a while they came back out not only carrying the pickaxes but also Patricks sleeping father. They throw him and the pickaxes on the back of the truck and drive off. I laughed a bit. Later when I couldn't see the truck anymore I heard Patricks fathers voice shouting angrily at the guys that took him with them.

I decided to go downstairs. On the stairs I met Patrick gong up. He had made breakfast for himself. I remember he had prepared an eggsandwich among other things. I told him about his fathers little adventure with the pick up truck guys. He knew about it.
I continued going downstairs while he went upstairs. I entered the kitchen and found a piece of green plastic on the table which appearently was part of some microwave egg boiler. I turned it around and read some instructions on the backside struggling to understand them.

2 nights in a row I had dreams involving pickaxes.

19.02.2014

The Nuclear Countdown (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

(There was a lot of backstory behind this but I forgot most of the dream. All I remember are these few scenes.)

- I was running through rooms, being chased by guys with guns. The rooms were all connected so I was basically running in circles. I tried to outrun the guys with guns so I could lock the doors and capture them.

- There was a countdown. I knew it had to do with something nuclear. I was sitting on a chair or couch in front of a bunch of screens and technical stuff. The thing I was sitting on also had some sort of teleportation device.
As the countdown came near 0 I activated the teleportation and hoped it would sent me back before the catastrophe begins. I grabbed as much stuff laying around as possible so I could take them with me as a reminder of what happened.

I think in this dream there was some kind of friendly alien that I tried to help with something.

19.02.2014

64 wait for the touch of 7 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Someone says: "64 wait for the touch of 7."

My mother tongue is German and so my dreams are mostly German too. This sentence was spoken in English though.

(2/18/14)

The woods are quiet this deep in and the log cabin we've set up to film in couldn't be any more tiny and rickety. I think its mildly cliche, but what's a good horror movie without its cliches? The director shouts "Action!" and I'm about to deliver my first line when an ear-piercing scream interrupts me. As cliche as that is, it wasn't written in. The next thing I know, Zombies are flooding the set and Chris Pine and I are struggling to escape the tiny, rickety, death trap in an effort to preserve our lives. Chris Pine sprints toward his motorcycle and I sprint after him because he's Chris Pine and if I'm going to die I want it to be in his arms. We reach the bike, he pulls on his helmet and hands me another which I hastily strap under my chin as he starts the bike. I manage to grab his leather jacket just as he takes off and we're speeding down the road. Behind us, a few of the set crew have made it to their cars as well and I notice a blue mini-van and a black SUV following us down the curvy forest road.

We drive for no more than 3 minutes before we come to a downed tree in the road. There's no way around. Chris Pine leaps off the bike, throws off his helmet and disappears into the tree line. I know where he's going because I can hear it too and I'm right on his heels as we surge toward the sound of water in hopes that its something we can swim across (because everyone knows Zombies can't swim). Breaking through the tree line we both stop short as a vast expanse of ocean stares back at us from the edge of a rocky beach. The rocks on this beach are huge, like boulders, and the water halfway up on all sides. We can't swim across the ocean, but we can't stay here either because the Zombies are right behind us, so as the others from the set crew stumble out of the trees, Chris Pine and I start leaping across rocks.

Being much taller and in much better shape than all of us, Chris Pine spurs into the boulder-leaping lead and we all follow suit. Young and agile, Chris Pine and I manage to make good time, but some of the older folks in the group start to fall behind. I don't want to leave them, it seems too heartless, and Chris Pine is too far ahead to notice whats happening so I call out to him, "Chris!" He stops and turns around, to my relief, and his eyes widen as he sees how much the others are struggling. I can see him trying to come up with a plan then and there and, in that moment I wonder if, when he plays Captain Kirk, he is actually acting or just being Chris Pine. Then he's leaping back across boulders to help a heavier woman scramble up the slick rock face and farther back I can see the Zombies begin flooding from the treeline not 500 meters away. "Amy!" Chris Pine is trying to get my attention and, as I turn back to look at him again, I wonder to myself why he his calling me Amy instead of by my name. Maybe he misheard me when I said it. I occurs to me that Amy is the name of my ostracized Aunt and I hope to myself this isn't Fate's way of being symbolic. Then I remember he's calling me Amy because that was my character's name in the movie we were shooting before this all went down.

My name was Amy, and his name was Vlad. I consider for a moment calling him Vlad, as he is calling me Amy, but discard the idea as it seems more natural to call him Chris because he really does look like a Chris. This, of course, all passes through my mind in a matter of seconds, and just as I am about to leap back to help Chris Pine help the woman, I freeze, Chris Pine stiffens, and the woman's eyes go wide in horror as a man farther up the beach bank and closer to the tree line gets devoured by a Zombie.

Journal Entry non-lucid #38 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I meditated before going to bed and told myself that I want to remember my dreams. I didn't hear Robert Monroe's advanced focus 10 audio. I also looked at king yoshi's new WILD guide. That is why I bumped up the water to wake up even earlier.

Dream fragment 1, 8:51pm-11:44am."":
-My cousin was in my dream and she was eating some food.
-some old man was wanted by the cops.


I got up and went to sleep which gave me a LD which I will DJ in a different entry.

Dream fragment 3, 3:31am-6:53am." Chem 120 Teacher a Critique": My chem 120 was walking showed up around my house next to a bus stop. She asked me why I wear jackets on hot days. She was right. Hot! wow it felt like 90 degrees, no clouds to cast a shade too. She also showed up in my chem 121 class and everybody was trying to look like they are doing there work to impress her.


Dream fragment 4, 3:31am-6:53am." New friends with old friends": I walked to my friend Ls and he forgot my name he called me Mr. White. I thought why would he call me Mr. White but I didn't follow up with the question. He had a lot of food all over his face. My old friend Dd was their and he joined us in the table. He looked healthy which was good.

Dream fragment 5, 3:31am-6:53am." Smoke Addiction?": I was in the living room smoking a cigarette. It felt good! It burned my lungs with every breath I liked it. My parents told me to stop and I said I couldn't. I threw the cigarette with disgust, but picked it right back up and I walked out to my backyard. I thought when did it reach this point. I conjured up a story about how I got addicted it went a little like this: I got 2nd hand smoking from school, then after that I needed a way to deal with the stress so I started smoking. I never smoked a cigarette, so it was quite a shocker, I do occasionally get 2nd hand smoking though. And I would have forgot this dream if it wasn't for a video that depicted a women smoking and I remembered it and I felt shiver down my spine. I felt the disgust I had in the dream of myself.

today i dreamt i was in captain tsubasa's mind they ended
their game against meiwa, i saw wakashimazu sitted on the grass
and i went near him, he was depressed and told him "you're a good goalkeeper"
Then i saw that video playing "Captain tsubasa drive shoot" in my head, exactly as it was on youtube.
the same music playing along when tsubasa is mad.

Fact: I started to watch this series again, maybe it's why my subconscious showed me this


Dream elements:

-captain tsubasa anime series

Technique used: ----------

hours slept: 7 hours

2.18.14 Tuesday

Last night, bed shortly after 11pm - 9:45am

11pm seems to be my magic hour for good recall.

DR 9:45am

I'm with a large group of people. Something is going on. Revolution or something similar. I'm looking for some ammo. I'm finding lego pieces, but no ammo. I know I have some BB pelets somewhere, and right now, I would be happy with them, if no real ammo.

I'm walking on a street, side by side with another person, and crowds are walking behind us. There is a guy coming towards us. He doesn't look threatening, bu we just don't know. Just to be sure, I raise my pistol so he knows that I'm vigilant and he better don't pull any crap.

I'm in a small room. Old men is on the bed. This other person I came with is talking to him, and I scoot closer as well. He seems to be the old leader of the group that we are leaders of now. He seems to be very nice, kind and benevolent.