non-lucid

Dream 1(fragment):

I was playing some video game and there i was near some facility underground and was discussing that game with someone.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was playing some RTS and then was in some foggy place.

Level of Lucidity: 3
Level of Clarity: 6
Level of Realism: 4
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

The transition from being in the warehouse to being here was rather smooth thanks to a lucky and proper DEILD. I opened my eyes and looked around. There were all sorts of restaurants and businesses connected in a sort of "Little Italy" sort of feel. Narrow streets and small buildings. I walked into what seemed to be a large mexican restaurant, sort of cabana type place. There were no tables or chairs. I walked outside through the back into what seemed to be a normal American parking lot. My grandpa was standing there. I lost all lucidity by this point and had fallen into "Dream Viewing" mode. I asked my grandpa something, and he kinda smirked. We both got inside of a blue Toyota Highlander, and I started driving. He told me to pull into another parking lot so I did. He told me "go crazy." I asked him what he meant and he told me to start driving however I wanted. I noticed that the Highlander had changed to a white Toyota Camry, both of which are cars my grandparents own, so I didn't think too much of it. I floored it. The Camry started picking up speed as I approached a corner. I turned the wheel hard right, freeing the grip of the rear tires, then yanked the wheel to the left, to counteract the cars rotation. A successful drift. My grandpa smiled and said "Again."

We did this for a bit until I noticed a small road that seemed to lead to a forest from the parking lot. I sped down it, but it suddenly was no longer drive-able, it turned into a small, narrow walking trail. I was forced to back out a ways, and then decided just to leave the Camry there and try to go find the highlander. I told my grandpa to stay in the car, and lock the doors. I looked back to what was the parking lot, and it was now the interior of that cabana. I saw the highlander parked over in the far left corner and started walking to it. I looked down for a second to make sure I didn't trip, and when I looked up, the highlander had turned into one of those little cars that babies sit on and scoot around on.



I continued walking to it, and then sat on it and inserted the Highlanders key into it and cranked it up. It sounded and drove just like a normal car, but it was hard to sit on because it was so little. I picked it up and faced it towards the Camry parked near the entrance to the woods, and ran and jumped onto the little cars seat, flooring it. The car took off as fast as the Camry would, and the back end of the little car began to scrape onto the ground, but I let off the acceleration a bit and leaned forward and the car had all four wheels on the ground again.

By the time I got to where the Camry was, the Highlander had appeared right in front of it (towards the cabana not the woods). My grandpa was in the passenger seat of the Highlander and nobody was in the Camry. I thought "Strange..." Then just as I was about to get in the driver seat of the Highlander, my grandpa was instantly in the driver seat. He seemed to have functionality of his legs, which in real life he does not, and began to drive the car slowly in reverse. I walked with the car, holding the door open with my left arm just in case he got his foot stuck and couldn't move it or something. After walking with him driving for a bit he told me to get the Camry and pull it around into the Cabana. So I did. After I got over there, he told me we were going to have a little race, and to get the cars lined up. I said okay and started walking over to the Camry... but again it was moved over by the entrance to the woods. I walked over and met a nice woman who was a bit large around the waist along the way to my car and told her what was going on. She smiled and looked seductively at me and said she'd like to race too. I said alright and told her to pull her car around. She said “Alright!”

Once I got to the Camry and hopped in I decided I’d just race with my little toddler car, and drove over to the cabana with it. Once I got on the car the environment changed again and when I turned it around there was a small narrow bridge/walkway with a big block on top of it blocking most of the walkway that was moving from one end of the walkway to the other. I almost ran into the block but managed to go around it, and then found myself in the cabana once again. I had a look around and my grandpa was in his car at the front of the line and behind him there was a line of about 5 other people in their own car, as if there was about to be a full on race. I pulled up in my little toddler car and noticed that lady from before was standing next to a lowered truck that resembled a Nitto Offroad Racing Truck, and had wheels that extended beyond the body for enhanced handling.



She began telling me about all the customizations she’s made to her truck and how it’s the best car in the fleet of racers. I asked if I could drive it and she seemed hesitant at first, but then I told her that it’s ok, I’m a professional drift car racer, and she agreed.

Just as I got into the truck I awoke.

I'm on a perilous and winding mountain road. The road eventually gets to a point where it's straight up, at a 90 degree angle. I make it over the top of the incline and end up in a town.

A large group of people are hanging around outside their houses, celebrating new years. I notice that four guys seem out of place. I also notice signs of some sort of mysterious substance that is being handed out and passed around. I witness people eating the powder. Nothing noticeable happens to anyone.

I travel to the house of stairs. Stairs everywhere. Probably an infinite amount of stairs. There are drawers and cabinets everywhere. Every single stair has hidden compartments. Suddenly, Blake and Joe are with me. We find a white, cocaine like powder. I assume this is the substance that the people of the town were ingesting. We find drinks in another hidden compartment, and we mix in the powder. Of course, we had to drink it. Pass out.

Wake up to find everyone gone and an enormous craft outside of town. It's so badly wrecked that I can't really tell what kind of machine it is, but it seems to have come from the air. I enter it, and a child is panting and writhing with rolled back eyes. I turn around and see an old friend. I ask him where everyone is. He tells me they're not here anymore, some sort of transformation, or ascension. I ask about the child, and I'm told something unintelligible. I exit the craft alone, and make my way to a glass skyscraper in the middle of the town. I make it all the way to the top floor. I walk over to the window, and stare out over the town. No sign of life, and the wrecked aircraft has layered the town in a thick fog. I'm then pushed from behind. I smash right through the window, towards the ground. As I'm falling, I manage to spin my body around to look up. I see a small figure also falling. I can't make out its face, but I can see that it's smiling. I spin my body back to face the rapidly approaching ground, but I realize I'm not falling anymore, and I'm back at the house of stairs. Blake and Joe are, again, with me.

There is a mother and a child sitting on some stairs, blissfully unaware of us. The child is playing with a streamer while the mother watches with endearing eyes. There is an extremely old woman at the top of some stairs, fiddling around in a drawer. I start moving towards one of the infinite number of staircases, but the old woman turns to me and asks, "Have you had a taste?" I just smiled smugly, for reasons unknown. "Enough!", she said, "You'll have a taste now." She had an empty, terrifying look in her eyes. Joe and Blake were frozen in shock, eyes and mouths wide open, staring around, at me, at her. I took what was forced on to me, which happened to be that damned white powder again. My vision flashed, mind went numb. I saw the old woman's features take on an extremely slender and jagged quality. She slowly morphed, becoming taller and skinnier. Her eyes were black, face blurry, as was everyone else's. She drew me closer to her, and then shoved my now tangible consciousness into my brain. Like, literally, into my exposed brain. Having anything shoved into your brain probably hurts.

Oh boy.

Friday 6/21/13

Last night bed 12:20 - 5:15am WBTB 5:15 - 6:22 Took GM 4mg+choline 300mg at 6:22 Had to get up from bed and go back at 7:10.

Got up at 10:11, after LDs and a very long and detailed regular dream.

I thought it will be a bust. I had to get up twice and got back to bed just 10 min before GM should have been on peak of it's action.

I started having the bright screen and some HH on bright background. I remember some writing that was sideways, as if you looked at book while laying down on your side. (That's how I was, on my right side on my sofa.) I was thinking too bad, because I'm nowhere near to asleep.

In fact I was still wide awake, or perhaps just aware, but felt like awake, when I got an idea to urge a LD. I remembered this post by serclif from yesterday, how he felt sliding off the bed. Well, I love my sensations, so I thought why not trying that. I gently pushed my left shoulder and it took over. Slowly falling over the edge of the sofa and pulling rest of me with it. It was similar feeling to rollin out, but perhaps little more controlled, since I didn't roll over, just drifted to the ground in super slow motion.

I did stabilize in few LDs, remember touching the wall and saying, "yup, feels the same as my wall, because it is my wall".

WILD and DEILDs

1. Remember being on my moms balcony from my bedroom, trying to get over the cables she has there for drying clothes. I felt the cables and the tension in them.

2. Same balcony, trying to prop myself over the cables.

In all of the remaining LDs I'm naked from waste up. Rest of me is wearing blue jeans. I must say I look good. Young and tanned.

3. After exit, I was kinda surprised and took me a second to get on my knees and get up. I went to the window and got out. There is nobody outside my apartment. It looks a little different.

4. After exit, I already knew what's going on. Jumped up and started singing some show tune, that I'm not even sure I know. Out the window again. Outside of the building, different than my apartment. I hear doors closing in the underground hallway. I walk in, place is lit by soft yellow light. I see one lady just closing the door from inside and she is not interested in my nakedness.

5. On the ground again, no surprise, I know the dril. Jump up, happy as can be, strike a pose and belt out a showtune. I get out of the building and find myself on a wide sidewalk next to the street with low traffic. It's winter and ground is covered in snow. I walk down the sidewalk and see one guy. I try to get him interested in my nakedness, but he makes a wide berth around me. I stalk him for a while, then give up.

6. I end up on the ground. Can't see, but I know I'm next to my sofa. Try to get out through the wall. I end up on the same wide sidewalk. It's still winter, but there are only few signs of snow on the ground. I hear a sound saying "this is a better place, there is lots of Stanford students here". And it's right. Student's are walking alone and in groups. They talk amongs themselves, having fun. I try to attract their attention and they see me.

7. I end up on the ground. Can't see again, so I figure if I just keep rolling, I will roll myself out of the builing. I roll for a while, I should have been out already, but I'm not.

8. I keep rolling again, this time for a shorter distance. Can't see.

9. I can't see, try to pry my eyes open with my hands.

I feel the ride is over. Not ready for that yet, decide to go to sleep and see if I can get a DILD.

Gawd, I just remembered I did the thumb/palm RC at least 2-3 times and it was awful. It's been progressively worse everytime I do it, because it bacame painfull and i feel as if it was tearing through my flesh. I gotta stop practicing this RC.

Reg, DR -
I'm riding in a car with someone, sittin on the back seat on driver side. We are in Paris and i'm looking at the map of the city. We went there to do something. I'm telling them that we should at least go and see the Eifel tower, since we are already in Paris. They agree and we start driving. I'm looking at all the great buildings and I realize I don't have my camera, since we only went for a short trip, not anticipating a sightseeing tour. Suddenly the driver doesn't wanna drive. I look out the windshield and traffic is heavy in this modern city. I offer to drive.

I end up with a friend of mine walking down the street full of street food vendors. So much beautiful looking food. Someone offers us a sample of pecan cake. Holly shit, it's so good. Pecans are crunchy and it tastes heavenly. We have to take some of it home.

We decide to eat. I want to try some small, flat fish, that's grilled to perfection. They have a ton of it in every booth. Then there are other see creatures and salads and soups and sweets. I take a plate, because that's what my friend does and go to the vendor to pile on some food for me. But then my friend puts the plate down. She speaks french so I ask her to help me. She is already sitting with a plate full of some grey looking stew and she says she won't help me. I guess she is pissedd because she picked crappy food.

So I go to the guy and tell him all the words i know in French. I say "bonjur monsieur, como ce va" and "pettit" plate. I would like a big plate, but all I can say is petit. He picks a big plate anyway and I ask for the grilled fish, but he is giving me some boiled fish, that's thicker than the grilled one. I'm telling him no, but he gives me that anyway. And I wanna know what the other food is, because he is admiring some fish eyes in a jar, and I for sure don't wanna that.

Then there is a guy, who jumps over the 12 foot fence and climbes on a double decker tour bus with open top. Everybody cheers for him.

I was put in the role of a cat and someone else was the mouse, but there was more than one mouse. A black mouse and brown mouse. They were messing with my piano and i hit one with a pen while the other mouse was in the key. The dream went to the end of the "episode" and i went into the closet and there was a pink curtain. I ran through it and saw a giant black mouse. I ran out and ran back in. The mouse was brown, I ran out again and felt myself morph into a dog. I started screaming like a girl at the highest pitch and ran in a black square door. I then went into shock and the dream ended

At my cousins house, I was in the basement looking for a big Lego set that i could build. I only found one that had a green wing and a red wing, so I decided not to build it. I sat there and then went upstairs, "We are going to the grocery store" She said. I wanted to go with my mom. The dream suddenly changed to a long long sidewalk. I was racing my cousin and my sister down the sidewalk. My cousin was all the way behind us, but my sister had a random unicycle that she used. I had super speed and ran just as fast to be neck an neck with my sister. When we turned the dream changed back, I was in the car my dream thought my mom had. it was blue and very small with roller coaster seats, One of my cousins came with us and refused to put on his seat belt. We went in a circle and i found myself holding a bag of peaches, I grabbed 1 and it was bitten so i grabbed another and it was slashed, the third one was perfect. The dream ended.

I was in a dark neighborhood and down the street was complete darkness. Knowing that if i went down the street it could turn into a nightmare, I went into the house to the right and there was a child version of a robloxian inside the house. When I looked out the window I saw way more of the creatures going into the house and walking around. The child then pointed to the mirror, I saw myself as one of the children then it went into third person. I went outside and heard the children screaming and running in the house. It was like a giant tag game, but if your tagged you die and get respawned in a house. I started running to the left and saw a big box that had light emitting walls. I ran in, but it got me and i found myself back in the house. The child spoke to me "Press K to run". Not even thinking about it being a dream, I saw a random k key come up and I started running even faster into a dark tunnel in the box. I then woke up

So.. I'm still setting my alarm clock for 3:30 am and 5:45 am. I slept through 3:30 and when the 5:45 went off it woke me from this dream. I wrote it down and when I tried to WILD I couldn't fall asleep so I just got up for the day. I don't know what to do because I want to record my dreams right after I wake, no matter the time, but I don't want to not be able to fall back asleep.

I was at a Culvers/gas station with Niki. I stood in line and got up to the counter ready to order two slices of cheescake for $8.59(something). The guy at the counter told Niki to go get milk from the stock room, so she left to do that. Apparently I looked sad because the guy at the counter asked me what's wrong. Niki had gotten the milk and was staring at us. "Why aren't you putting the milk away?" he asked her. She got to work, even though she didn't work there. I got my debit card out to pay and was trying to hand the card over but the guy got distracted. More people came in and went to the checkout counter that had about 5 crew members. The store was very highly rated because of the customer service. One guy came in and the only person open was the guy who was supposed to be checking me out. He tried to approach him but the counter guy said "sorry, I'm busy." He went away. I was waiting in line again. Finally the guy got back to me and asked me what the price of the cheesecake was. I said I didn't know, around 8-something. "7.33" he said. Odd. Before I could pay he got out two beaten up very old looking books. They were supposedly from 2007 but I looked at the bottom and printed in black was "1987" but someone had crossed off that date and written "1997." They guy took the books and sat down by Niki and I at a table. "What's wrong Laura?" he asked me, in a friendly, caring voice. "Nothing," I said. He went on to look up something in the book and found it. He said something like, "these books are so useless and old they should be burned." Niki laughed. I had my head down resting on a yellow folder on the table. I didn't mean to look sad but the more he tried comforting me the sadder I felt. He stopped what he was doing and I thought he was getting up to leave but, to my surprise, he hugged me. It was really nice of him.

Operation Homicide is a series of my dreams where I take on the character of Bad-Ass McCoy, and kick ass. Whether it be random villains or Albanian drug lords, Bad-Ass can handle it all. So get your guns ready, cock 'em, and hand 'em over, because I'm about to do all the shooting.

Level of Lucidity: 9
Level of Clarity: 5
Level of Realism: 6
(levels based 0-10, 0-5 being low - good 5-10 being great - extreme)

Method: WILD/WBTB
WBTB Time: 6:25 AM - Stayed awake for 20 minutes - Using smart alarm to subtly start the alarm, then progressively increase the volume.

Operation Homicide Ep. 102: I was laying in bed after my WBTB and trying to keep still and relaxed. I couldn't help but move a couple of times to stay comfortable, and eventually simply rolled onto my side. After laying there for a little while I felt myself slipping into sleep. I was very aware of myself and of the fact I was trying to perform a WBTB WILD. As I was laying there about to fall asleep I heard the most TERRIBLE noise in the world! It was such a loud screeching I thought I was about to break my ear drums. It sounded like my grandmother was being torn apart by a pack of wolves, and I literally had that thought go through my mind. This of course was just my imagination and fear getting the better of me. I remembered reading a thread on DV about hearing this sound that sounded like the fibers of the universe were ripping, and that's EXACTLY what it sounded like. It took everything I had not to throw my hands up to my ears to cover them. Each time I heard it I started yelling. The first few times that I felt these waves of sounds coming I kept yelling and I kept snapping back to reality saying that it's just part of the WILD process, and to stay calm, I'm entering the dream, but they never seemed to end. After about 5x of listening to this hell, I finally hit the big one and it felt like I was falling at a very high rate down a worm hole. I watch "Through The Wormhole With Morgan Freeman" all the time, which is a show about space time and how space and the universe work, and black holes and wormholes, and I literally saw, felt, and thought that the Earth had been swallowed by either a black hole, or a wormhole and was seeing the last seconds of my life.

I quickly thought to myself "Wait! I must be dreaming!" even though I wasn't fully asleep yet... as soon as that happened I snapped awake and sat up in my bed. I heard a knock at the door, and figured my grandma in the next room heard me yelling, I told her to come inside. I kept looking down at my sheets and had the idea to RC just to make sure it's not a false awakening. I tried the finger through hand thing, and the RC failed, my finger wouldn't go through. It was my uncle who walked in my room, not grandmother. He walked over to my dresser and kind of stood there awkwardly. He started talking but I couldn't hear him. I asked him to speak up. I had a bit of a small realization... my uncle usually talks with a loud voice, this is strange. Suddenly he starts shouting as loud as he possibly can and black smoke surrounds him and he is about 7' tall! Scared out of my mind, I remembered reading right before my WBTB that this guy entered a FA and realized it after he did multiple RC's, because the finger through palm method didn't work, but the nose plug technique did. I did the nose plug, and had to try for a few seconds and REALLY focus on what was happening in my nose, which was hard with a 7' demon standing in front of me. Suddenly it hit me! I'M ASLEEP! I remembered something I had read about dream control, and shouted "THIS IS MY DREAM!" He didn't seem affected. I tried shouting it again, no result. I knew not to be afraid of him, but naturally was a little intimidated by the looming dark presence. I closed my eyes and shouted "BE GONE!!" When I opened them he was gone. I stood up and looked around. I suddenly heard my grandma talking, but I realized it's in real life, talking to my grandfather, so I quickly and calmly jumped into my bed, laid down, and prepared for a DEILD. Success! I DEILD'ed and when I opened my eyes I was in a warehouse of sorts.

The warehouse had furniture around it, and had pictures on the walls, and a large garage that opened. It seemed kinda like a hipster lounge and I was just chilling there. There was a large opening in the wall, probably for driving cars to the back of the warehouse, and I walked through it.

The dream gets very fuzzy from here, because I had a couple more dreams after this one. I remember standing in the warehouse and looking around. I thought "Wow.. I'm really thirsty..." and walked over to where a wall was. There was someone else there and he seemed to be my friend, so I just went with the flow. I stood next to the wall and looked at the lower part of the wall about a foot off the ground. In my mind I imagined a small spout coming out of the wall like you'd use to attach a hose. Just as I pictured it sliding out of the wall, a guy walked up behind us with a hose in his hands, and offered it to us. Funny how my mind doesn't work JUST the way I want it, but it still gets the job done.

I thought to myself "What do I want to do...?" Then I remembered a dream series I started a couple of nights ago about a loose canon justifier named Bad-Ass McCoy. So I said "Ok, Bad-Ass, let's kick some ass." I briefly thought of the TOTM to go para-sailing over the ocean, but thought "Eh, fuck it."

The rest of the dream is kind of fuzzy and skips around a lot unfortunately. But after all, this is my FIRST WILD ever! So I'm pleased with the fact I remained lucid for at least a bit.

I remember a few times I could hear someone talking... and then I realized it's my grandmother in the other room talking to my grandfather, who is very hard at hearing, so she was in a sense shouting at him. I remembered what I had read, and stabilized the dream by rubbing my hands together. A couple of times I took a look at my hands to check how many fingers I had. I got a VERY creepy and strange feeling when I looked at my hands that SNAPPED me back into the dream. (I had 6 fingers, and sometimes 5) I vaguely remember that at one point I had a gun, and was just about to go on Homicide Duty... but I felt myself start to wake up so I laid down and waiting with my eyes closed so I could continue in a DEILD.

When I opened my eyes I was in a fancy cabana type place, and had a look around, then lost all lucidity and it turned into a normal dream. (To read more about this "cabana type" dream, check out my dream journal, it will be a separate entry.)

Introductory Note

Today is June 21, so a month ago I started trying to have lucid dreams and so far improved a lot, I am motivated because I recently had 4 lucid dreams (5 with the dream that I describe here today), DV helped me a lot to achieve results and for that i say thank you.

Today i went to bet at 22:30 , so i naturally wake up for the WBTB at 2:50 as usual i right down my dream
, i go to the bathroom and I was really thirsty so i went to the kitchen to have a glass of water then i went to bed to try WILDing.

I do my usual routine , i layed on my back and started counting my breaths as i visualize the numbers for some reason was being really hard for me to focus . That position was getting really uncomfortable so i roll over to my side. At this point i was focussing in my breathing only , a little while later i fell asleep, in my opinion this happened because i was to tired .

Dream

I'm in the back of a big truck, is like a parade truck so i can see the street , the buildings and people watching . I feel the presence of someone on my side but i don't remember who it was ... suddenly a man appears from nowhere in the middle of the street and gets hit by the truck.

I look back and i see the man in the floor full of blood, i jump of the truck but when i do I'm already to far away... i start getting back but I lost myself and without knowing i went to a friends house , i borrow his car so i can go look for the guy who was hit by the truck (i was very motivated on finding him), i start driving and i end up in a gasoline station.

Suddenly i get lucid ,my awareness hits me in the face like a punch, i think about doing a RC but the dream starts fading...I'm very quick , i start rubbing my hands and screaming " DREEEEAM GET VIVID!!!".

It works perfectly , the dream gets really stable so i look around and i see i pretty girl ... i go talk to her but she panics and a lot of people starts attacking me, the dream starts fading again and i wake up.

After this i try to DEILD but i'm to green at it so i failed .

Bedtime: 12:10
Aids: B6
WBTB: 5:00
Recall: Medium
Vividness: Medium
Awesome Factor: Low

Dream 1 (fragment): I was at a store with Aunt H. There were quite a few earrings lying amongst other things. I found a pair I liked, but then lost them. Aunt had also picked some out.

Dream 2 (post-WBTB):I was at the performance of a play I was assistant director for. I'm not sure if it was the same one I'd been involved in earlier this year, but I think it was mostly the same people. The director of my last film was there, and I was angry that he still hasn't sent me a copy of the film but he had time to attend events. Snoopy was there, too, but he looked more like a real dog than himself, and past director was very interested and taking photos. I think he was currently working on something Peanuts related.

The only thing I really remember about this dream is putting away milk after shopping in my dream. I put a bottle of milk into the fridge, on its own in the door, then turned away to pick something else up. When I looked back, the milk bottle I'd put in the fridge had been opened and some of the milk was gone, and next to it was the previous week's milk, almost empty.

Random and... gotta admit, kinda boring for a dream!!

Morning of June 21, 2013. Friday.



Here are a couple dreams of the same date with a few different scenes.

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There is a flood again, but the water comes mostly from large tidal waves that somehow move more inland. Some people are looking for survivors as there is still a danger from more flooding.

There is a strange scene of riding the fast, powerful waves just to get to another area, perhaps to our house, as I was getting my youngest son and oldest daughter from some sort of group meeting or visit in a building from a room that was a bit like my old apartment on King Street.

A woman is looking for her young daughter of about four or five years and I help a few people dig through the mud near a curb. She was trapped under a lot of mud near the curb and must have somehow gone through the storm drain, which is also filled with mud, and yet she is somehow still alive. However, it would be impossible in real life to take pieces out of the street and sidewalk so easily, although it is broken up a bit in my dream. The girl’s breathing makes bubbles come up through the mud and a thinner layer of water over the mud. Also, it seems there are several storm drain chimney-like sections very close together.

In another dream, I have my old snub-nosed revolver and end up protecting a few people from another person who has a gun, but who sort of becomes a friend. This was probably heavily influenced by a two-part episode of “Deep Space Nine” I had just seen (“Past Tense” parts 1 and 2).

There is trouble with another person who seems to be a threat to the area, but then Superman arrives (I have not seen the new “Superman” movie yet - “Man of Steel” - but may in a few years - also really tired of hearing the word “reboot”, which is mindless, way overused “trendspeak”).

There are about five repeating “takes” in a row in this dream that are mostly the same. I shoot Superman on the right side of his stomach, and he seems surprised and is badly injured (but not dead). People are amazed. All I did was use a Kryptonite bullet, which anyone could do, really.

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I have tentatively decided to classify part of this as precognitive (I never do this unless it is verified with at least a few details involved, but this still happens continuously and has since earliest memory), as my young niece in the USA had to drive through flood waters around the time I was dreaming this - around the same streets as in this dream - and I last saw her in real life when she was very young. Could be coincidence in this case, though, as floods are a fairly common theme, both precognitive and somewhat symbolic, perhaps. However, almost all my dreams contain at least a few clearer implied precognitive elements of one kind or another.

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June 20-21
8:45pm
11:15 some fragment about dreamviews. Don't remember what about, but the post was by Sageous

5:00am
Dream 1: Luckily not my job
I was working in some company in an executive level position. I then was offered participation in a project that looked very promising. I at first accepted.

Then a senior level executive asked for my involvement in a project that would have been a conflict of interest. I realized that I could not say no, but that I could not remain honest and agree.

I started the paperwork to quit the job, filed a notice, but it had to go to the man who had put me in this difficult position for approval, and approval was being delayed.

While at the cafeteria I was approached first by the wife and then by her husband who both worked for this company, and was told to make sure to involve the husband in this promising project I had been offered, and then I was shown a photo of my sleeping younger son: it was a threat, do this or else. They said, that I was in an enviable position. I differed but did not tell them.

I went to the secretary if the executive to whom I had filed my notice, and asked for the notice to be put on hold.

I then went either to the auditors or to law enforcement with a list of approximate times and places during which some inappropriate incident had occurred, and I suggested that they pull security camera footage for that time. I thought that once all was done there would be at least six people exposed. Could these auditors or law enforcement keep me and my son safe? I sure hoped so. I felt I had no choice, this was the only thing I could do. I woke up while they were showing the security camera footage to everyone assembled.

6:30
Dream 2: My job but not my office - wish file copy were as fast as a ninja
A tech support person was moving files on C drive of server because it would run out of space. I had not realized that he was doing it, but was on a conference call with him and several others anyway. Someone asked "But would this prevent Outlook from working on the server?" His reply "I didn't know it needed to work there." In reality it does not, but in my dream I said "I use it there all the time." He started shuffling things some more to make this to work. I could see his actions on my screen. There was also a message box informing me that the tech was logged in and working. It said his name was Rory (like in Dr. Who TV series), it had an anime avatar showing for him, and a button allowing one to enter chat with him labelled "Ask Question". A coworker who walked by and glanced on screen and saw how fast things were moving (unrealistically fast), remarked "He is as fast as a ninja." I agreed. One other thing that was different than in reality was the office layout which was very open, with this monitor clearly set up to be visible by anyone passing by, and it was all in a large open space unlike my real office.

I'm sitting at a table with lots of people. They are mostly acquaintances, and I know most of them as friends of Ryan. Something happens to my shirt, some sort of spontaneous combustion, and everyone gets very nervous and uncomfortable. All of us drink cans of beer, completely synchronized. I go into a house, and up some stairs. I find a small, closet-like room. I pull out a mini couch from my pocket, and fall asleep on it.

I wake up, and I'm standing in a line. It's unnaturally bright outside, and the sky is brilliant shade of blue. I notice I am wearing what look like scrubs. They are all white and one piece. More like a jumpsuit. I focus on where I am, and I realize I'm standing in a line that is heading towards the front gates of a mental health institution. Everyone in the line seems very normal, even better than normal, perhaps. I finally get to the entrance, and there is a guard sitting in a tiny booth with a glass screen in front. When I try to speak, nothing comes out. The guard looks at me and shakes his head, with a look of pity and disgust.

Flash forward, I'm in a small group, outside. I'm now within the gates of the institution. Suddenly a very large, very round child comes up to my group. As he's about to open his mouth and say something, a man in our group stands up and shouts, "PIGGY BOYYYYY", followed by two quick snorts. He calmly sits back down, and everyone is silent. We remain that way for what seemed like minutes on end. Then, suddenly, piggy boy lunges at me. He's incredibly quick and nimble. He scoops me up over his shoulder and takes off running. He's going so fast, everything around me is a blur. I can hear him snort, ever so quietly. When we stop, we're on the roof of a tall building. It has a basketball court on it. Piggy boy puts me down, and starts shootin' hoops by himself. I watched him play until the sun set.