non-lucid

It's been almost 5 years since I updated my DJ here, but having had a recent LD during an afternoon nap for the first time in a few years, I wanted to start pursuing it again for fun

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I started in the street of a shopping centre, doing some kind of messy Monster Hunter fight, with creatures flying in the sky directly above. After that, I went to some kind of theme park nearby, and entered some kind of mini-game house. Inside, there was an artificial grass hill with fake trees decorating it, and seemed to resemble a shooting gallery of some sorts. Myself and a male dream character had to shoot balloons that were rolling down the hill with a water gun, which needed to be reloaded with a hose against the back wall. I asked the dream character to help me reload my gun, but decided to get up and walk into the next room. In that room, I met a girl with long black hair, possibly Asian or Latina, and felt like I was there on some romantic occasion. An old lady let us stay in this new building, and I decided to go into the bathroom to freshen up after dropping off my belongings in the bedroom (which was also the living room?). I went into the kitchen, where things got a bit spicy with the girl, until a guy came in and seemed to claim her as his own. I remember being a little angry, and I walked outside with this guy, back to the street with the Monster Hunter creatures, and he reminded me about the lore behind the first 5 creatures created, the second of which was called Hawk Tuah (???). He then continues to claim this girl, getting hands on with her and holding her hand as she looked miserable. I took my anger out on a bus stop and started doing insane Monster Hunter combos on a nearby bus stop, juggling it in the air. Suddenly, everyone's voices became distorted and robotic like Hatsune Miku, and I left to go on a rollercoaster with the girl. The ride had no safety harness, and leaped off the track into the air before barely landing on another track several feet away. After getting off the ride, I found myself back outside my house investigating a shooting threat that took place in the local forest I often dream about. The suspect was a horribly disfigured bald man, which ended up waking me up a few hours later with nothing I could recall between

Overall, this was a great effort at dream recall considering I hadn't done it for 5 years prior. I was lucky to have left out a notepad the night before to get some notes scribbled down quickly after recalling as much as I could

Recurring dream elements:
-Monster Hunter, played a lot of Wilds since it came out 2 weeks ago
-Local forest area, very common

Notes:
-First DJ entry in 5 years, strong recall ability

Had a panic moment when DV wasn't loading for a bit...

Jamie 1

Not pg 13... Me and Jamie were watching porn.... Jamie excitely pointed at the screen at something I won't mention.


Oh well. Weather we are being good or getting into trouble as long as "we're together".

Jamie 2

I'm not in the dream. Jamie is with some woman. They are... I won't mention. But jamie abruptly cuts the woman off and leaves quickly and angrily. I think the voice was telling me something like this.

Other random dreams I can't seem to recall much. One was work related. I was working with a ladder but the ladder went away? not sure.

I was hoping the more affectionate dreams can come back. Like hugging, hand holding, and kissing.

BTW everyone is working out of town but me until next week. If Jamie wants to do one of her drive by stuff on me... or even talk to me. These next few days are a great time. I'll be watching!!!

Let's try to be good from now on.

Last night’s lucid dream was insane! 😱 Here’s how it went down:

🕰 **Slept at 11:30 PM with the intention to wake up at 4 AM.**
⏰ **Woke up at 4:01 AM, stayed up till 4:06 AM, then did SSILD.**
⏳ **It took an hour, then I got up, went to the bathroom, did another SSILD cycle, and fell asleep in 10 minutes.**

💤 **DEILD Attempts:**
I woke up twice during the night and tried DEILD but moved my foot by mistake both times. 😭 Instead, I did a short SSILD cycle and fell asleep both times.

🌟 **Lucid Dream Begins:**
I was in front of my school with classmates when I randomly decided to do a reality check. 🏫👀 I pinched my nose and—BOOM—I was dreaming! 😲 But then, something in the dream started pulling my arms, trying to take away my lucidity. 😨 I resisted and yelled “FU!” 🤬 and suddenly, everything went black.

⚠ **False Awakening (FA) #1**
I expected an FA and woke up in an unfamiliar house, but the bed was mine. 🛏️ I stabilized by rubbing my hands and touching the ground—it felt *so real*! 🙌 Then, I explored the house:
🏡 **Lobby:** Plastic plants on a table.
📖 **Room:** A white room with an almirah near the entrance. On the top shelf were photo frames with quotes—one said *“positivity conscious.”* 🤔
📦 **Shelf Below:** Shoeboxes! I tried summoning an anime figure inside one, but lids kept appearing. After opening three lids, I found... useless trash. 😑

🚀 **Flying & the Void:**
I went outside and found myself in my street. I tried flying and—for the first time—felt the *wind* while flying! 🌬️ But it wasn’t as thrilling as I hoped since I had no fear of heights. Next time, I’ll try to *create* fear for a better experience! 😈 Eventually, I got pulled into the void.

⚠ **False Awakening (FA) #2**
I *chose* to have another FA and woke up in the same bed. But this time, I got scared because something *moved near my bed in the dark.* 😨 Instead of panicking, I tried **Inception-style dream-sleep** 🌀 by lying down to enter another dream. After 10 seconds of nothing happening, I gave up and went outside.

🌌 **Hyper-Realistic World & Dream Memory Confusion:**
- I looked at the stars and demanded *clarity.* The dream zoomed out, and I told my right eye to remove *just a little* blurriness. It worked! 👁️✨
- Another FA, but this time it was *daytime.* 🌞
- Everything looked **hyper-realistic.** The colors of the plants were insane! 🍃💚
- I floated to a house, and memories *flooded* my mind—I thought, *“Wow, this is where my relatives and I had a party!”* 🎉
- Inside, I saw *fake models* of my relatives sitting exactly as I remembered them. 😳 *But when I woke up, I realized... that party never happened!* It was just a dream I had *last year!* 🤯

⚠ **False Awakening (FA) #3**
This time, I was on a balcony, but my house was now in a market area. 🤷*♂️ A dream character below asked for the price of shirts. 👕 I jumped down and told him 350. 💰 We started arguing, and he *poked my chest*—I actually felt pain (about 50% of real life)! 😵 (I also felt pain earlier when flying into a thorny bush. &#127807

👀 **Weird Ending:**
The dream character and a girl started talking in gibberish. 🤪 I pulled the girl with me and *tried* having lucid x, but her skin felt like **cloth.** 🏴 It was too dark, which ruined my mood, so I *went back to the void* and tried waking up in a **helicopter** 🚁 but woke up IRL instead. 😅

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Overall, this dream was **crazy**—so much control, multiple FAs, hyper-realistic moments, and even pain! 😵*💫 Can’t wait for the next one!

As if in response to my last entry, there was a couple nights I had a tough time talking to the voice. Her voice admitted to being distant and apologized. Lately we've both seemed to be mentally entertaining similar vices we have. Not physically at least, and I won't say what. Her voice asked for privacy in the matter. But last night we both seemed to agree that said vices threatens to keep us apart, and we are both addicted to the security of coming back together after mentally dipping our toes in danger.It's kind of like the couple that breaks up all the time to have make up sex. But it's not specifically that. Maybe it's a borderline thing, I dunno. I just hope IRL we can find better ways to keep the relationship exciting and safe. Having a stable relationship can be boring sometimes, but it's better for people like us in the long run

Dreams:

Fire

There was a tiny demon in Jamie's room laughing and setting fire to her room.

Jamie


Quick flash of me being on a dock at night. Jamie was there with me staring at me.

Last night was INSANE! I had one of my best lucid dreams so far, and I finally stabilized well enough to feel the dream world 100% accurately! Here’s how it went:

😴 WBTB & SSILD Attempt

I woke up at the same time for WBTB, but during SSILD, I kept getting distracted in the first few cycles.

I tried a 1-minute hyper-focus cycle, but still got distracted.

After a few minutes, I fell asleep and had a normal dream—but my awareness was slightly higher than usual.

💡 Low Lucidity Moment

Suddenly, I found myself in my room, looking at my dirty white shoes.

I knew it was a dream, but my lucidity was barely 1/10—super blurry vision, foggy thinking.

I realized if I didn’t act fast, the dream would take away my lucidity!

🔥 Boosting My Lucidity from 1/10 to 9/10!

I snapped my fingers, and my shoes instantly became clean (small dream control success!).

I got up and tried to move, but my vision was still messed up.

I randomly started dancing (lol, no idea why) to boost lucidity, but it didn’t work. 😆

Then I did finger counting (using math to increase logic), and it helped a little!

Finally, I rubbed my hands together—BOOM! My skin felt 100% real, and my lucidity jumped to 9/10!

I touched the ground, and for the first time ever, I could fully feel the texture of the tiles!

🌀 The Void & Dream Scene Change Attempt

I got excited and thought, "Should I spawn a girl?" but instead, my body started elongating weirdly.

I focused on the feeling of elongation, and suddenly, I was in the void—but I could still feel my fingers and the stretching sensation.

I tried to visualize a beach, but it just looked like a laptop wallpaper instead of a real dream. 😅

When the dream finally formed, I was inside Minecraft spectator mode, and then I found myself playing the game on my laptop!

My lucidity dropped a bit here, and instead of breaking out of the game, I tried to press the ESC key (lol, if I were more lucid, I’d have thrown my laptop away).

🚨 Woke Up Due to Overheating

I tried to close the game, but it didn’t work, and then I woke up, covered in sweat—probably because of too many blankets. 😆

Overall, this was an epic success! If I can get this level of lucidity once, I can definitely do it again! 💪🔥

Jamie 1

Just a flash of Jamie looking at me from somewhere. couldn't malke out much details. I had this flash while praying very tired.

Jamie 2

I was at a bar or something. Jamie was working there. My home animals were there. I was petting a black cat who seemed larger than normal. My dog was also there. Jamie was behind a bar working away, she didn't mind that I was there.

???

Some guy I barely know A, was looking at me strangely from an above place. Like he was watching me go through my current dream.

Jamie 3

I was in a bedroom with Jamie. There was no light on. There were a bunch of boxes or something. We were moving them out of the way.

Jamie 4

Just a flash of me and Jamie walking into a courthouse during the daytime.

I think the secret to more Jamie dreams is imagining I'm holding her in my be while I talk to her voice. We both seem to enjoy imagining a few different scenarios. and there still is a sensation, like we are both doing so with some spirit body???

Weather is finally decent. Maybe Jamie will start her drive bys again? I'll be watching.

Jamie

Jamie hands me a bagel and cream cheese.

Actually, I remember getting that with her through a drive thru once.

WTF

Longer dream that I can't recall. Only part I remember is that me and my dad were watching something on a computer monitor. One of those curved ones. There were ghastly women who were naked... but they were half dead. They were showing really gross things on the screen. Vibe was: creepy, scary, disturbing.

Not much else to report....

Been trying melatonin chewables.... they taste good but not helping much.

Jamie

Only dream I seem to recall with Jamie in it. I was starting work at a new factory or warehouse job or something. Jamie was there, also a new hire. We are on lunch break or something. I'm at a table and I look at another table and see Jamie is sitting with some woman. The woman turns her head right around to look my way and turns back after a second. They were talking about me?

After work I'm following Jamioe home. We are walking. I go up a street on a hill to not be so obvious. (IRL I would never stalk anyone.) The streets look like the ones on GTA5 (Been grinding that game online, taking a break from Cringenight). After that my memory fades.

I have a conversation about the dream with Her voice. She said that she was telling the woman in the dream that I'm her boyfriend.

What?

I was hanging around a guy I used to hang around with... Another J. he said him and his family were moving to texas or something.

That's all. I hope I have more Jamie dreams.

Part of a longer dream. This last and most memorable part seems to have taken place in something like a campsite restroom, a long wooden building with an entrance on one end. Inside, I see NR standing by the row of sinks, washing his hands and clearly with his good cheer not the least bit dampened by having just reached into one of the toilets to retrieve somebody’s smartwatch. It’s not like it was even his - probably one of his students’. The man must really be some kind of goddamn saint or something.

“Weren’t you reaching into a toilet the last time I saw you too?” I ask. This memory was almost certainly from a “draft” of the same dream earlier in the night, which I get sometimes, only in that one, it was someone’s phone that had fallen in.

16.2.25


In a room reminiscent of the living area in the basement of childhood home #5. In the dream, it seems to be somebody else’s house. That person is telling me about the folklore surrounding creatures called pultecs that preside over memories, apparently. A long time ago, people would hollow out acorns and leave them out for the pultecs so that they could carry memories around in those and hopefully drop a few less of them than they would otherwise.

(Note: This may reflect concerns involving a relative dealing with some memory issues, or possibly a shift of focus on my part from just trying to incubate good, restful sleep back to dream recall, now that the former seems to be less of an issue. Additional note: Pultec is actually the name of a line of vintage EQs, and I have no idea why my dreaming mind decided to call the creatures that unless it was because the sound of the word just seemed right for the little guys.)

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I’m in an arcade with an unfamiliar layout, at the Dance Dance Revolution machine. A couple people are there with me - it isn’t clear whether they’re people I know or who just happened to be there as well. I see on the menu that there’s some kind of story mode option, which I’ve never tried before, so I decide to give it a shot. Might make a nice warm-up. There’s a character selection screen, and then something like a one-player racing game begins. Stepping on the arrows moves the character in different directions, but there also seems to be some kind of motion tracking as well, since leaning to one side or the other also moves the character. No rhythm component, though.

I’m talking to the people there as I play, but returning my full attention to the screen, I notice the character isn’t moving. What happened? Did I run out of something I was supposed to be collecting and die? I open a menu which has two columns of entries giving various information, including one that confirms my suspicions. It says, Status: Died. Right below it is another that says, Reason: Bored.

I woke up right after that. I guess the game was just that boring….

17.2.25

The dream began in a European capital city, it was in the middle of the night.
I was hanging out with James and Vagabond and we were just walking around the city, talking to eachother.
The city encompassed us with tall buildings. At the time, we were walking on a road that was going in between two very tall buildings, and as we got to the end of the building and turned the corner, the scenery completely changed.
Following the road beyond the buildings lead us to a huge frozen lake, surrounded by a mountain range; the scenery was very Norwegian.
We walked on the ice until we got to the edge between the ice and water. For some reason, the three of us decided to jump in. On top of that I decided to put my phone on a small sheet of ice to prevent it from getting wet, but as we started swimming, the waves went on the sheet of ice and covered my phone in water. I quickly grabbed it and pulled it out of the water, I think it still worked.

Later on we went to a houseparty. We were sitting around a circular table, that was halfway in a sort of cubby. The sitting area in the cubby is a sort of bench with cushions, while the rest of the table is surrounded by chairs. I was sitting on the cushions with a guy next to me sniffing what I believed to be cocaine.
He was very outgoing and social, and he offered me some but I refused. He insisted and put a teent on the the tip of a knife up to my nose, but I blew air out of my nose to make sure I didn't ingest any of the cocaine. It was quite awkward and people were staring, but I was steadfast in my decision and wasn't embarrased about it.
I then went to another room and found a talking cat, laying on a couch. The cat was black with a white underbelly, with big and unrealistic eyes, like it was a cartoon cat. It was extremely cute.
I quickly realised the cat was a physical manifestation of my subconcious mind, and I was very excited to talk to the cat.
**I was aware that the subconcious mind stores a bunch of information that your concious mind can't necessarily access. I believed that the concious and subconcious minds are like two different minds that could indepedently think. I perceived the cat as a sort of spokesperson for my subconcious mind, so I really wanted to talk to it.**
I asked the cat if it had a conciousness outside of "my conciousness" and it replied with "Yes".
As I spoke to the cat, I would frequently hug it as it was very precious to me. I was very affectionate. It didn't mind me hugging it at all, but it didn't play into it either. It just remained sort of serious.
I also asked why it was hiding information from my concious mind. **Ironically I don't remember the answer**
On top of that I would ask very casual questions like how it was doing, if it was happy, how it perceived the world. I don't remember any particularly negative responses from it but I don't remember any concrete answers either.
The cat was relaxed and seemed generally happy, but I could tell it took it's job as "my subconcious" very serious.

After I finished talking to the cat, I was completely alone. Everyone was gone, including the cat.
The lights inside the house were also turned off, the atmosphere was very ominous. For some reason I knew the house had become haunted.
I was a bit scared but not much.
I walked into the kitchen and continued walking around randomly.
Then I woke up.


**Ok so I'm not a psychologist or dream expert, so I can't be sure of this. But you know how dreaming is a way to connect with your subconcious mind?
Maybe my subconcious mind decided it would allow me to directly talk to it in the dream through the cat. Or maybe it's just something my mind made up and I didn't actually talk to my subconcious mind.
I'm not sure, but it would be cool if it was the former rather than the latter.**

Please comment your thoughts!

This dream took place in my childhood home. People from the government were in my living room and I had some trash I needed to discard. In an attempt to toss it in the trash, I accidentally threw it at one of the government workers, a shorter blonde woman. Immediately, she turned around and said she was going to kill me. I asked her if it was because I was trans and if she really thought I was evil and she said yes to both. Cut to me in a black van with her and another blonde-haired stockier white woman. I saw them driving towards a lake and that's approximately when I realized they were trying to drown me by driving in there. They got out of the car and swam up to the surface, failing to lock the car doors so that I could drown properly. In attempting to leave the lake, I was grabbed by the arm.

In another part of the dream I was being treated without humanity. Several people entered my room, escorted by one of the government agents, with the intent to rent it out. This I believe is inspired by the fact that at one point when I was still living in Sacramento, A family was invited by the landlord into our house while we were still living there with the interest in purchasing it. Most of the people called me He and treated me as an animal that was simply inhabiting the room they intended on living in. I tried hiding my face with my phone so as to perhaps avoid being clocked as trans, but I suppose by then the mass dehumanization of trans people had already happened. My first thought was "what the fuck? How am I gonna make music and art or have privacy? This is deliberate psychological torture". Most of the potential renters left and the person who remained was a white dude with pink hair and a scraggly, brown beard. He still treated me like a subhuman creature, but he gave me attention and a degree of dignity despite still misgendering me and let me snuggle up to him while he was in a chair. I begged him to not let them know too much about me as by this point I had already confided in him far too much. He said he could try but he seemed incredibly hesitant, perhaps a queer person trying in vain to appeal to the regime. I became desperate and tried putting my arms around him and right as I was about to close in, my eyes opened and I immediately woke up at 5:30am to my empty room in the bay area that I reside in now.

While this dream is an encapsulated snapshot of my current issues, such as my anxiety about trans genocide and fascism, my attachment and trust issues, and my trauma surrounding being poor and abused by capitalism, it was also, in retrospect, kinda fucking hilarious in a lot of other ways. Like dude at least lock the car like what the fuck. Who taught you how to kill trannies?

All in all, reflecting on this dream makes me feel more hopeful about the future and reminds me of the fact that while I definitely know we're gonna suffer, the american empire will absolutely collapse in my lifetime, even if they get me in a year. An empire collapses every 250 years.

A half demolished home. An Ordway-type figure dances amongst the rubble. Matriarch questions why I care about her dancing, I say she's beautiful.. Melody P comes to the door as I'm lying there in the half demolished home. She's looking for matriarch. I lie back down, relishing the last few moments before the home is completely gone. My vacating there is a combination of recently leaving my South Pasadena apartment, and the destruction of my old family home. 10 years apart but one and the same, in this moment.

A second scenario. I'm in a cubicle farm, many people clogged together. It's dusk, remnants of sunset still linger. There is talk of some UFO or weaponry overhead in the night sky, but the talk is light. In a different room, a terminal emulator is portrayed on a large projector screen. It doesn't at first register to me that it's the same one we use at work, and because of that I find it more interesting and modern. Then I realize it's the same and the fascination fades.

A canyon-like setting, rocky with little vegetation. I’m seeing events play out in third person. A man called Xeno lives in a house there with his wife, and others live there as well. It seems as if they’re his students or something of the sort. He knows that the area is about to flood and that there aren’t enough people there to do the necessary work to keep the house safe, and so he raises a man from the dead to make a zombie to help. He talks with the man, who doesn’t look visibly dead and seems rather like a sleepwalker. At one point, the man says, “I like unimaginative nightmares.” I’m not sure if there was a context for this or not….

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I’m standing in a long line outside of a restaurant, waiting to get in. For a long time, the line doesn’t move, and I’m just about ready to leave and go somewhere else, but then it does start moving - and pretty fast at that - and doesn’t stop, so that I’m inside just about as fast as I can walk.

Once inside, somebody I know calls me over to her table, and I sit down across from her. She indicates the table next to us, on the left - nobody is there now, but there are a couple shopping bags on the booth seating. She says that my Aunt O is sitting at that table, and they were talking earlier. She obviously has no idea that this is not something I’d be all that happy about. I wonder - should I warn her about some of the things she’s done to me and said about me to others? That doesn’t seem right, though - like I wouldn’t be giving my friend the chance to make her own first impression.

The dream changes to a view of a line drawing, kind of like a manga page but not really in the right kind of art style, showing a full-body picture of smiling woman. The title of the book was: Love Brings Us Home.


22.1.25

I’m in a school, waiting for a colleague to arrive. He’s supposed to be here subbing for the person I’d usually be working with. I’ve never met him before, and all I know about him is that his name is Rishab.

Through the end-of-school-day crowds, I see a dark-skinned young man wearing what I can tell even from a distance is one of the bright green company t-shirts. I wave at him, trying to get his attention. He sees and comes over to me, and I tell him to follow me to the room where we need to set up.

I realize that we’re going to go right past where my Aunt B is, so I stop to check on her. She’s been here for a while - I couldn’t get her to go lie down. I say something to her, but she just sits there staring and doesn’t answer. I am concerned - so is Rishab, and a couple others who are in the room.

1.2.25


Part of a longer dream. I’m in a school, walking students to the door to meet their parents alongside someone else. Mostly notable in that, at one point, the perspective switches to that other person, so I can briefly see myself from behind. I’m wearing black cotton trousers, a pink tank top, and a black cap - all modeled off of clothing I actually have, although I wouldn’t ordinarily be wearing it to work - and my hair is in a braid down my back. It switches back and stays that way for the rest of the dream, as far as I remember. A student’s mother is already there at the door waiting for her. One of them is called Britney, although I can’t remember now whether it was the mother or the student….

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I’m in a grocery store, or something that’s supposed to be one. It really seems more like an outdoor market that just happens to be inside, if that makes sense. Various things happen which may or may not have been interesting, but at some point I become aware that I’m dreaming. Possibly before I get into a conversation with a man there, although I think this is one of those cases where the realization didn’t happen all at once.

He was the one who started the conversation with me, I’m pretty sure. A heavyset man, maybe in his 40s or 50s, with dark skin - so black it’s almost bluish. I don’t remember exactly what he was wearing - just an impression of bright colors and complexity.

He expresses concern about me. (This may have had some connection to the dream, but definitely had a foundation in waking life, as I’d probably spent most of the night trying to find a sleeping position that didn’t hurt to lie in. Kind of a long story, but it boils down to a bad reaction to a food additive combining with chronic back issues and developing into neck and shoulder pain. So no, it hasn’t been a good week.) I tell him it’s no big deal. I’m not going to let it get to me, and I know I’ll be feeling a lot better if I can just get out to dance this weekend. He seems skeptical that it could really be that significant, saying something about people just going out now and then for a night dancing to top-40 stuff. I reply that maybe that’s how it is some places, for some people - maybe even the way it is for most people, for all I know - but that’s a totally different world from the one I’m familiar with. And I have no idea what’s even in the top 40 now, and I bet that’s probably true for most people over 30. He laughs, as if to say that, yeah, I’ve got him there.

From there, the conversation turns to the Grammys, and in an oblique dream logic move to award shows in general, which I profess to be meaningless. He agrees overall, but adds that there are exceptions - he mentions actors who fit their roles so well that from that point on, people don’t think about them apart from the role. This strikes the by now definitely lucid me as having some special significance that I ought to make a point of remembering.

At some point we get up from where we’re sitting and part ways. I walk around, just looking at my surroundings, and I soon find myself in a relatively open area, where I spend a couple minutes just messing around, running and jumping higher and longer than a person could do outside of a dream. But then I decide I’d really rather go somewhere else and walk through a wall. Usually I just go straight through them, but this one turns out to have kind of a gooey texture, a little like raw bread dough, and so I have to push my way through.

I find myself in utter darkness on the other side. But I know what to do in a situation like this: just keep on going, and keep my other senses as engaged as possible. I walk. The air is a little cold here, and I feel cold water around my feet, which becomes deeper as I go. I sing the first thing that comes to mind, which happens to be:


Hello darkness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again.


Lyrics appear out of the darkness - not in space, but in my mind’s eye, which just happens to be indistinguishable from it right now. They appear one line at a time, spelled out in large letters in a vivid orange, and I treat them kind of as a karaoke prompt - although I only realized after waking up that what appeared weren’t the actual lyrics, and by then I could no longer remember anything specific about them. Waking up to a body in pain definitely does not help with dream recall.

Eventually, I can see my surroundings again. I’m now in a corridor with an industrial back area feel to it. No windows - only metal doors in metal walls. I walk along and push open a door that’s already ajar. The room inside has tables set up in a horseshoe shape like an office boardroom, although it looks like some kind of storage room otherwise, and isn’t quite big enough to fit the tables comfortably. A couple people are sitting there. One of them tells me that I’m not allowed in there. Fair enough - I continue down the hallway and try another door.

This one appears to be a classroom - there’s a long whiteboard along one wall with writing and drawings in black marker all over it, although, similar to the other room, it looks more like some kind of storage space that just happens to be set up as a classroom. Students are seated on the floor facing the board, and there are a number of free-standing shelves on the other side of the room, which is much larger than the first one. I notice a drawing on the board showing an octave’s worth of piano keys. Maybe this is some kind of music class - this could be interesting. I ask one of the men who seem to be teachers there if I can sit in on it, and he says yes, so I go in.

I take a closer look at the shelves, as it looks like they’re not quite ready to start the lesson just yet. It occurs to me that it could be a good idea to have something to make notes with, so I make a pencil materialize, but before I can do a notebook as well, the lecture begins, so I go over to where the students are to sit down. I wake up soon after that, though.

6.2.24

Last night I went to sleep very sad and depressed because I was acknowledging the fact that me and Kate weren't going to be a couple any more.
So I went to sleep repeating a mantra in my head saying "Gabe I need to talk with you, share me your wisdom".

The dream starts with me flying around my old neighborhood called Aranjuez, since I'm flying I know this is a dream so I'm kind of conscious.
I'm in the sky feeling the air and flying the direction I feel the air touch my skin, I'm doing an exercise to become one with the air.
Afterwards I start flying around because I remember I had a mission to find Gabriel and have a chat with him.
Whilst I'm flying I see a parade with people dressed up has demons, it seemed it was Halloween, so I flew above them to observe what they were doing.
Some of them were spitting fire from there mouth and others had whips in there hands. Then I was trying to fly past them when all of the sudden all of them noticed me and looked at me at the same time. This is when I realized that they were not dressed up like demons, they WERE DEMONS.
The demon that had a whip in her hand used it to grab my foot from the air and brought me down to the ground. The demons surrounded me, they were about 6 of them. I got scared and screamed to the sky "Angel Gabriel I Invoke you, please help me" and nothing happened.
Then I yelled "Angel Miguel I Invoke you, please help me" and also nothing happened.
The demons were trying to hurt me but I didn't panic, I also remembered that I had special gifts in my dream so I did the following.
I copied Ang from Avatar the last airbender and with the technique he used on the fire lord to take away his powers from him I went to a demon, placed my thumb on his forehead and said to him "return to the good person you were before being corrupted". This had an immediate effect as I could see how there eyeballs changed from a green dark color to a brown and more loving color, also they stopped being aggressive and got off from me.
This worked well because I had full conviction that I could in fact turn them into good people.
Then I went to a particular demon and got him right next to a wall, I placed my thumb on him and I repeated the same phrase as before. I was looking at him straight into his eyes. I could clearly see his eyes, he didn't have a normal pupil, he had a shattered pupil, with small fragments all over his eye. His shattered pupil was green. Whilst I'm trying to convert him I can see that the shattered pupil is coming together into a whole circular pupil again but he was fighting against it, like an exorcism, he resisted a lot and at last I couldn't convert him and left.

I flew again and found a boy, for some reason I asked him if he knew the angel Gabriel and Miguel, he said Yes.
I asked him where they were and he told me near the church. So I took him flying with me so he could point out the place. We got to the place and told me he bought the image of the angels for 30k each,
The boy thought I was talking about the figure statue of the angels...
Anyway I asked the lady if she could sell me the figures of the angels, She said NO.
I told her I'll pay 30k for each one and she said NO.
Then I offered 50k each and she said NO, she said "I won't sell them to you and if you want go search for them in D1".

My school bus took me to my middle school and the memories started flooding (not actual memories from middle school but memories from other dreams) i went inside and i went into a classroom and people were getting these weird gummy/ fruit snack things and they looked really good so i asked where they got them and one kid walked with me to show me where to get them and i see a few teachers that i know in real life and we are suprised to see each other but then i walk into the room where the gummies came from and saw that i had to pay for them so i was like never mind so then i leave and come back to the classroom and i get on the bus and there is this girl i see and lets me read a journal that she had then that was the end


and this is a side note in one of my dreams i don't remember if it was this one or a different one but i was telling myself that if i was in a dream that some peoples heads would be weirdly shaped but i think i noticed peoples heads were weirdly shaped it almost looked like they had some kind of tumor on the back of their neck but anyway i think i got lucid i've been watching videos on how to lucid dream and i guess thats why i told myself that in a dream but knowing it was a dream gave me an eerie feeling