non-lucid

I was on facebook. This seems to be a regular occurance in my dreams, it's quite strange, it's not like through my eyes watching facebook, it's as if Facebook IS reality, so that's all I can see, but it still applies to my real life. I was discussing pizza with someone, I decided that I would much rather have a 10 inch pepperoni pizza as opposed to a 12 inch beef pizza, as pepperoni is a much better topping and quantity < quality I think the pepperoni had green pepper on too (:

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I'm going to experiment with a new technique tonight, as my dream recall and lucid dreaming has been almost non-existant recently. A fellow DreamViews user MasterMind recommended I try it. The basis is that you keep a journal of the things you do in REAL LIFE as well as in your dreams. Loads of people replied saying it worked, so I may as well give it a go.

Fell asleep at 10:30pm ish last night. Woke up at 6:00am. I decided to awake early this morning despite not needing to wake up until 7am, so that I would have time to play an hour or so of L.A. Noire on the xBox as I haven't had time in the evenings. I had a glass of orange squash, had a shower, went for a cigarette, had a coffee and my cereal, and started playing the game. I realized at about 7:30am that I needed to get ready for college. I put some music on a memory stick for my friend, got ready and left the house. On the way to my bus stop I had my last cigarette out of the tobacco pouch. I was also planning to quit smoking after this. When I got to the bus stop there was a man there waiting who was middle aged. My friend Rob.M crossed the road and waited with me. When the bus came, it was very cramped. We listened to two fat girls talk about their life drama on the bus. At the bus station Rob got off for a fag but I just waited with him. When we got to college my first lesson was Philosophy. We studied liberty and laws prohibiting homesexuality and prostitution, and whether they should be legal. After class, me and some friends when to the smokers pen. I was offered a menthal cigarette by a new friend but I turned it down. After a discussion about cigarettes, weed and LSD, I left for Music Technology. I did some work in this lesson which was recreating "The Look of Love" but after doing a bit of work I spent a lot of the lesson chatting to my mate James. I walked to town with Sam after this lesson. He offered my saves on a fag, I declined. After the cash machine and my headphones broke I was quite pissed off. I returned home with an uneventful bus journey. At home, my Mum and I had a very long, heated argument about my parents addiction to the TV and me always being miserable. I concluded that the argument was an over-reaction caused by me quitting smoking. After this, I played with my Dog for a bit, watched the news, had a nice fish and chips, used the computer for a bit, listened to a new album when my Mum and Dad went to work at 6pm, and wrote this

xo

10-10-2012 -- I think I am out somewhere on Disney property, perhaps around the general Pleasure Island area. I am being driven around in my new white car by Chris Bean, whose driving, unfortunately, has not improved. Within a mile or two, there is a car stopped in front of us that he hasn't noticed until too late, and he suddenly slams on the brakes. The car spins out like it was on snow in Omaha with no tread, (uncontrollable O-turn) then with a horrid crunch, the back of my car slams into the other car, doing great damage to both of them.

Chris screams "Run!" and we both burst out of the car and run off. We seem to be in a downtown area that seems very familiar, and I think I remember it from other dreams. It might be London, it might not. Anyway, we are running three or four blocks to where I think I might have another car. The car Chris just crashed was an off-white, slightly bulky station wagon.

Suddenly I find myself inside the Magic Kingdom, no idea why. I am on Main Street, kind of browsing the shops, and it seems a show has just gotten out, and I see some performers I know from the Adventurers Club walking past. One is Phil Card, another looks familiar, and might be the English Hathaway. Suddenly they are even dressed in Club costumes, though they weren't a minute ago. There are two female performers, but they aren't in Club costumes, and I don't recognize them. One is a white blonde who is really small, even smaller than the redheaded performer whose name I don't remember at the moment. The other is a big black woman who I think I know from TV, but in the dream I just can't place. In real life, it might have been Roz from Night Court.

I seem to be being followed by a couple of people who are trying to get me to do a balloon gig, but are warning me they can't pay me enough. On the other hand, they are telling me they are going to pay me twice for the same job, since there are two guests of honor, and since the two payments add up to about $120, I'm quite happy with that for a two hour gig. Problem is, they want to keep talking about it, and are going on and on, so I eventually duck into the tobacco shop on Main Street just to escape.

They follow me, but they turn into Joel and Cheyanne, a friend, and a couple of their kids. I am trying to avoid them, they are trying to catch up with me, and Joel is stumbling around because he is blocking his face with his hands. It seems the old tobacco ads in the store have too attractive of women on them. Joel has somehow gotten addicted to pornography, but is trying to fight the addiction off, so he refuses to see the posters.

I sneak off, going up and down the escalators that sure don't belong on an old-time Main Street, and Joel & Chey give up and start to wander off. Moments later they have piled into a sedan, and are about to drive off when I show up to hitch a ride. Within a few moments the car turns into my old light green station wagon, which they now somehow own. They are driving me to a rental car place or something, but Joel can't drive, either, and is soon almost running down kids in a crosswalk. He fears he may have hit one, and we're soon out of the car and looking around.

We're now back in the downtown area from earlier that might be London, and Joel & Cheyanne quickly disappear. I am looking for two of my cars which I know should be somewhere close. I pass the pale green station wagon that Joel was just driving, but keep looking. Soon I come across the white car, but I remember that Chris Bean crashed it, and it is now a wreck. Actually the car I want is the one that I just walked by a few minutes ago. So I turn around and try to find my way back to the green station wagon.

I am walking down one street where some police suddenly burst into the street with a bloody looking woman who almost seems to be some sort of zombie. Unfortunately her head kind of explodes, and suddenly there are fumes in the air that seem to be releasing some horrible sort of plague that may kill off half the world population. I rush out of there, not wanting to be affected.

I run around a corner and see some more police, and am about to stop and ask them some questions, when I realize I know them. It is Horatio and his crew from CSI:Miami. But I realize that is a television show, so they must be filming an episode, and they certainly won't appreciate it if I walk into the scene asking questions. So I just keep looking for my car. I finally find it parked next to a curb around another corner.

I turn to look at something for just a moment, and when I look back, the car is moving, being towed away. I am horrified, and start running after it calling for the guy to wait. I catch up with him about 70 yards down the street, and beg him to give me my car back. He tells me I'll have to pay for it, and I am scared I won't have the money since I'm broke and unemployed, but he tells me he needs $5 to release it, and when I look in my pocket I have a $50 bill. So he lets me have my car.

It is filled with tons of my stuff, and I am kind of glancing through it, but I climb in and prepare to drive off. I want to go back the way I came, but behind me there is some sort of parade going on, with tons of black people. So I have to go forward, instead. I turn off on a small street, figuring I will wait for them to pass, then go back, but they follow me, so I still have to keep going in a different direction than I want.

Still need to write down...

August 5th 2012

August 9th 2012

August 10th 2012

August 11th 2012

August 18th 2012

August 31st 2012

Still need to write down
July 31st 2012

I have utterly no idea why I wasn't writing down my dreams in July...

10-10-2012 -- I'm doing a new quest on Runescape, that seems to involve chasing around a moving crate that kind of looks like one of the Penguins from Hide and Seek. I am in a building, and I have to get to the crate, which is in another part of the building. unfortunately to get there, you have to get past various guards patrolling the area, much like getting the herbs in the troll kitchen in the My Arm's Big Adventure quest, or getting the vampire disguise in the Branches of Darkmeyer quest.

I'm not having much luck, since they keep catching me, injuring me, and throwing me out. It seems you have to sneak into one room, find and throw a switch that unlocks a secret corridor in another part of the building, then sneak back out and find that corridor. And they keep catching me. You can withstand a couple of brief touches from them, but they keep surrounding me and bringing me down, and I'm not managing to find the hidden lever in the first room!

They throw me out yet again, and I am thinking I need to get the invisibility robes I got from an earlier quest ... those ought to keep me from being seen. That will let me get a lot further. I find myself on Gatlin, right near Orange Avenue in Orlando, which feels like it is pretty close to Al Kharid. My car is here, so I am searching it for the robes.

I am reaching into my car and grabbing handfuls of nothing, and trying to believe in the robes enough to make them real as I try to pull nothing over myself to wear. Problem is, things are changing to where I am standing next to my car in my underwear, trying to get dressed. The car is parked behind several others blocking them in at a house where they seem to be having a party.

A girl I really liked from high school is walking out to try and drive off, as I struggle to get dressed in a Subway t-shirt that seems to be about three sizes too small. I just want to get out of here!

Soon I find myself in a different part of the game, very dark and dismal, with a lot of stunted, twisted trees around. Now it very much feels like I am in Morytania. The dream seems to be half ectoplasm-related, and half connected to another dream I had a couple of years ago. It somehow seems to involving digging stuff up and burying stuff in a graveyard, right near a bush, while filling two gallon jugs with ectoplasm. Problem is, the jugs are turning from ectoplasm to urine. There's also something about a building collapsing.

One of the bad guys who I have been fighting against through several quests has decided to retire, and give me a very big reward because of how great an opponent I've been. Problem is, I have no room to receive it because of all the clutter. So I find myself trying to stack the (now) large flasks of urine to keep them out of the way. The flasks keep changing. They started looking like gallon milk jugs, then turned into an erlenmeyer-type-flask, and now they look like traffic cones that have somehow been sealed and stacked together.

Somehow, the pressure in the cones, combined with expansive property of the urine allows you to attach another cone and somehow kind of siphon off some of the content into another cone. But soon the stack is leaking, and when I try to grab another cone to try and siphon off some of the urine, it in one of those short, stubby cones that almost seems like a toy next to the full-sized ones. Still, it's worth a try. The problem is, the cone is smaller, and can't seal properly, and suddenly the whole thing shifts and the entire front of my shirt is covered in urine. Yuck!

Somebody walks up to me and asks what is going on, and as I turn around I am very surprised to discover it is the 10th Doctor. "What's going on is that I stink," I tell him. And it is certainly true at that moment. More and more people are arriving in what now almost seems like a classroom, and most of them seem to be magic users from the Harry Potter world, but almost none of them are actual characters we know from the books.

One of them keeps asking me to defend something I said, and starts to attack me verbally. I ignore him. He keeps it up, and suddenly I grab him and swing a punch at his stomach. I am moving very slowly, because I do not have any intention of actually hurting him. I gently push my fist into his stomach, then keep pushing, until he bends over my arm like I'd really slammed him in the gut, even though it is in slow motion. "I see," he says, "you can defend yourself. But that's not really what I meant."

Meanwhile, the Doctor is standing next to Harry, who almost seems to be having some sort of fit or seizure, shaking on the ground, embarrassed and hurt. I don't know what is going on, but the Doctor seems to be helping him.

Soon I find myself in the cafeteria, looking over a tray with some prepared desserts. It is interesting, because there are some small cannoli or something for most of the students, with a larger cannoli (perhaps 50%) bigger for staff members. And a large cake perhaps 8 times larger than the staff member servings labeled for Ron Weasley, and the rest of us start joking about the human garbage disposal.

10-11-2012 -- [Time to play catch-up. Have been dreaming for the last five days, but haven't got anything posted. So again my mind sends me a dream neat enough to force me to get off my butt. Its also slightly dirty, but not that much, more suggestive. So I'll get this one, and hopefully all else from the last five days posted today.]

I'm in the Hickory house, and my room is the second bedroom in this dream, though I don't spend any time in it. I have been cleaning it out, and just tossing boxes into the kitchen, but now there are so many old, empty boxes that you can't get to the cupboard or the garage. So I am trying to stack the boxes together to take as many out at once as I can. I think I end up carrying about seven boxes (including a pizza box) in two hands.

Somehow I find myself in a big area that kind of reminds me of the outside entrance to the lower level of the Buena Park Mall that was located near Sears behind Newberry's. There is one shop entrance in the immediate area, with the cage-like gate that rolls down to block the entrance at night kind of acting like a mouth. It drops violently with a loud bang which causes dust to rise, the room to shake, and the pillars in the corridor next to the store to look like they are going to collapse and bring the corridor down.

I suddenly find myself in an episode of the Simpsons, sort of. I am standing in the living room of the Simpsons' house on Evergreen Terrace. Bart and Milhouse are running around playing, but they are being watched by Lois Griffin in a fairly skimpy and quite lacy slip. The kids are doing something they shouldn't, or talking about something they've done that is really terrible (along the lines of literal attempted murder or worse), and some sort of voice-over narrator is talking about a hidden camera in the very roof of the house that is going to catch everything.

The camera pans to the ceiling, zooming through a large hole that somehow looks like it belongs, and it almost feels like I am flying up there to have a look, though I don't. It is just the camera technique. Either way, we're being shown the angle from the camera in the ceiling, and regardless of what the narrator is saying, the angle is wrong to actually see anything the kids are doing. Heh.

Still, this narrative voice out of nowhere is slightly frightening, even if we characters can only hear it kind of subconsciously, and Lois is kind of leaning back in my arms for a little comfort, and she is really quite sexy in the dream. As the kids continue to play, I start to lead her through the house looking for somewhere we can have a little fun. We soon find ourselves in a huge bathroom with multiple showers (kind of like a locker room) and I'm just about to have some fun when Bart and Milhouse walk in.

"Are you guys gonna do it?" he asks, "because I'm gonna watch!" So much for that. Guess I just have to settle for some light kissing. Phooey. Soon we're sitting at a long table in a large room, and Bart and Milhouse start to give a presentation on what they've been doing. It is long-winded, rambling, and terribly boring. The length and comprehension of the 'report' is more what you would expect from Lisa, but it is both boring, and impossible to understand. Bart has even gotten lots of collateral materials to present to us, so much more involved than anything you would expect from him. Too bad it is all nonsense.

He brings in two more people to 'help' with the presentation. One looks like a Simpsons version of Lisa Tuttle from Saved by the Bell, the other is a quite attractive blonde with a fairly large bust. The voice-over announcement is back, and says something about the girl looking like Marilyn Monroe, but thinking she is Bette Ford because that's the clinic she's been in. Lois says "Marilyn?" and I kind of repeat the voice-over and the Bette Ford Clinic part, and she replies "I heard that part," in a slightly annoyed voice, though she is still in my arms. At this point the woman is standing by a trash can, routing through it.

As Bart is still rambling on, I grab some of the collateral material, and find myself looking at a refrigerator magnet about the size of the magnetic calendars that Hosanna Printing did one year, but with an advertisement for whatever it is Bart is talking about on it, instead. (I think it is some sort of movie he is making, but again, nothing makes sense.) Problem is, he's done his usual half-arsed job on it. The magnets are at angles, sticking out from under the ad, with extra glue spilled everywhere and dried out. Very unprofessional looking.

I try to call Bart over to talk to me, but he doesn't want to come near me, fearing I am going to choke him like Homer would. I just plan to have a discussion with him about focus, and goals, and whatever it is he is trying to accomplish, but in truth I fear the entire presentation has no point, and he is probably just doing it to annoy us. Bart has tried to hide by dropping to the floor, and the blond has joined him there and they are messing around. By the time she gets back to her feet, one of her breasts is hanging out of her loose, low-cut green top. I ignore it.

As I try to talk to Bart, suddenly the blonde is half-lying on the table, completely nude, legs spread, showing off all her bits. Actually doing this in front of a couple of little kids makes it far more disturbing than erotic. I get kind of excited, but not about her nudity, specifically. "I never thought I'd get to say something like this in an episode of the Simpsons," I begin, "but I don't care if we are on Fox, that's never going to make it past the censors!"

The blonde is now gone, and Lois is asking me what I am talking about. She was looking at a brochure that was part of Bart's materials, and didn't see the girl showing herself on the table, so I'm explaining about her showing her bits, all of her bits. About that time, Flanders walks in, and I'm thinking if he were just a few seconds earlier, he would have lost his mind! He's trying to understand this presentation of Bart's, as well, and has decided to try to take a disc from the computer on the table.

The computer is a very odd model, and seems none-too-stable. It is slightly rocking on the table, and as Ned tried to open the disc drive door, it somehow kind of snaps at him. Before our eyes it is slowly changing. It is still a computer, but more and more it is a computer that looks and acts like a cartoon-style robot dog.

At this point we're all still at the table, but it is set up in that entrance corridor at the Buena Park Mall, and as Flanders reaches for the disc drive again, the robot dog sends some sort of radio signal, and the roll down cage door thing on the one present store front starts to snap down with another big bang. The room shakes, the dust starts rising, and the pillars are shaking terribly, and Ned bolts down the corridor in fright!

1st dream
I woke up in dream and did 3 different reality checks and they all checked out I wasn't dreaming. I walked over to Pruzels cage and saw she looked lonely. I ran over to the pet store and bought an adult male budgie and took him home to Pruzel. They were instant friends and did everything together. I woke up soon though and she was alone sleeping.

2nd dream
I was playing minecraft pocket edition on the couch in my living room. I was yelling at it for a long time. My mansion in survival mode was being overrun by aggressive spiders and I kept getting defeated. I couldn't get my diamond sword back and more just kept coming! I woke up after my diamond sword was gone...

Dream - Lucid

I fell asleep, and knew I was dreaming almost immediately after entering the dream. It felt unstable and dim, as if I was only very lightly asleep. My mom and brother were there in the house as well.

I wanted to get out of the house. I tried to phase through some things to do so, like the ceiling and the door, but all were solid, and I couldn't get through no matter how hard I intended to (this is something I've done successfully many times in the past; I don't usually have this much trouble phasing through things). I decided to try to phase through a window instead. I went up to it, and slammed my body into it. I didn't phase through, but the window fell out, leaving me an opening. Woohoo! I went outside.

I was then walking down the road outside my house on a sunny day. My mom and my brother were there too, I think walking a bit in front of me. I, of course, had to fly. I got a running start, hoping this wouldn't turn out like earlier when I was trying to phase through things and having no success. I took off into the air, and was flying! I looked down and saw my mom and brother walking on the road. I was up over my neighborhood, flying over roofs and beautiful green treetops that were starting to turn with the seasons.

I was then starting to slowly lose height. I tried to think myself back up higher, but it was proving to be difficult. I finally gained a bit more height back, but it wasn't where I wanted to be; I wanted to fly as high as the highest treetops! I kept trying to think myself up there, but I couldn't get any higher than I was. Besides, I was starting to sink again.

I then briefly thought about myself being so high up, I could see the curve of the Earth; almost up in space! I thought I shouldn't be afraid of this height, because I'm dreaming, and I can't get hurt.

I then remember being outside someone's house. I decided I wanted to go in and explore. But first, I really needed to RC and make sure I wasn't awake (as if flying wasn't enough). I checked my hand, and I had 5 very short, stubby fingers, which then enlongated a bit, and I had 6. Yeah, definitely a dream.

I decided to try to phase through into the house. Of course, this wasn't working out too well. I finally got frustrated enough to where I finally phased through, and everything turned black with lots of purple flecks overlaying my vision (a common thing for me to see with my eyes closed anyway IWL). I also felt a very interesting sensation when I phased through, one I can't ever recall feeling before when phasing through things. As soon as I stepped into the door and things went black, I felt this warmth overlaying my body, like a soft, comfy, warm blanket being draped over me. I've felt that when meditating before, but never in dreams.

Spoiler for Explicit content:

I was then in a room that looked similar to my grandparents' old, old house, with this tall chair in the middle of it. I sat on the chair, and for some reason, started to grind on it? I then had an intense orgasm, and woke up.

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I was in my room, and so were Blake and my dad. My dad was sitting on my bed by my chest of drawers, and I was standing by my mirror on top of my dresser. I was changing clothes for some reason. I told my brother and dad to close their eyes. I then felt that I wasn't wearing a bra. Weird. I took my shirt off, and put on a light blue bra. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and it almost looked like I still wasn't wearing a bra, but it was just extremely light blue. I felt kinda weird, but I trusted that they weren't looking. I then said
"Well I guess you can open your eyes now," before I put a shirt on.
Eh, whatever. They're my family, I doubt they'll look anyway.

My dad then said something, and I turned around. He had opened up my second drawer in my chest of drawers, and apparently, I had Barbie dolls in there? He was brushing the naked Barbie's blonde hair with a toy brush. I also noticed the top drawer was slightly opened. It had ashes in it from my pipe. I figured if he saw it, he wouldn't really care much, so I stopped worrying about it. He then said something inappropriate about the Barbie, about how he put it back in there.

I was then looking through one of the windows by the front door, and I saw these flyers, one with Blake's picture on it, and one with mine. It looked as if I was sitting with some friends in an auditorium, and my hair was shorter, like it was when I was younger. I got excited, because we had tried out for something, and we had made it! I called for Blake to come and look.

We then stepped outside to read the flyers as well. There were two lists posted. I saw Blake's name on the first one, and pointed it out to him. He was doing some technical work for a play or some kind of show. I then looked at the other one, and replacing the picture of me from earlier, was a picture of me naked from the shoulders down. What. The. Fuck. Who got this naked picture of me? Where? WHY?!? I was baffled, confused, and insulted. The picture then started to move, and it changed its angle to being from the bottom, showing my butt and my vag as I walked. Wow. Privacy=violated.

At any rate, I had made it into the same play or show Blake was doing the technical work for.

i was driving hayleys car and was going to meet her at a hotel. she had it all planned out wherre her friend was going to put the hotel under her name and that way no one could trace us to the hotel. when we both got there the room was really nice and big but we ran into some trouble with hayleys connection. the guy was fucking insane and he like picked up a drill type of a tool in the hotel and started like breaking the ceiling and fucking the entire room up. we eneded up in a car with this guy after his rampage and he was driving. when we got to a stop light hayley and i abandoned the car and told the guy to take it easy. we got back to the room and strangely enough all his damages had already been fixed. we were both perplexed and i wwas especially creeped out. iopted to hayley that we move to a different room and she felt that was the best idea as well.

then i kinda fade out in memory and the next interval was with devin and a bunch of boys. we were at some river and there was crazy shit to do like we were jupming of these huge waterfalls at night when it was pitch black. we rubbed up against a bank that was nearly endles and was on the edge of the earth.

next fragment i was at an obstacle course. there was some huge mantioin at the end but everyone else was in front of me doing the obstacles and i waited to long to begin so by the time i started it ended. i frantically tried to run though quickly it didnt work. the ladies who wwon the obstacle seemed prepared and knew they were gonna win. they were all dressed in medevil clothing.

It's Your Destiny (6:58)

A red-haired anime girl repeatedly walks up to my character and hands him a note. Half the time, she folds it into a paper airplane and blows it at him like she's blowing a kiss. The other half is a similar animation that also involves her blowing something at him. It's obvious that only these two animations were made, and they alternate randomly for variety. In both, after she delivers the note, she uses a pink rod about the size of a penis, which turns into an umbrella, and she floats away.

Some girls I know who have played the game before tell me that no matter how you play it, your character ends up with that girl. It has something to do with your destiny. I'm resistant to this idea, but there's clearly a different girl following me around in the game to enforce my destiny. The next time I see her approach, I get ready to do battle. I'm not exactly excited at the concept. I have a premonition that this battle will involve throwing fireballs, though, so at the least it will give me inspiration for lucid dream control, when I ever have one again. [D'oh!]

Indeed, one or two golf-ball sized fireballs are thrown. We also try setting traps on various pieces of furniture, but I'm not sure exactly how to set them off. Anyway, this girl is herself not an expert at this kind of fighting, so I'm not completely flattened. Some people my age are standing in a nearby driveway (it's dusk), which complicates things, because I think we're supposed to keep our abilities a secret. As I'm looking around, I notice an uncanny coincidence: of the three groups of people standing nearby, all are holding or manipulating a car tailgate/rear bumper, and our spells start affecting all three bumpers at once. It's such a strange coincidence that I start to wonder whether maybe destiny has something to do with it.

There's a man walking around the bar, singing enthusiastically along with the background music (which is Copeland's Hoedown). Our battle ends at the same time as the music.

Gingerly (6:58)

My family is walking into a building through a room with a lot of dog poop in it. Fortunately, there's a clear path around the side. Unfortunately, my mom trips and falls into the dirty part, then rolls through the dirty part before coming to a stop. That last part was totally unnecessary. She could have stopped herself somehow. My sisters are making loud, disgusted noises.

On the way out, I consider going around the other way, but it turns out that there are a ton of cobwebs between the car and the wall of the garage. Not worth it. So I go ahead of the group back around the original way so that I can open the door. We're talking about how this was just a routine checkup for our dog, but last year's checkup was routine and it led to discovering an illness which she hasn't recovered from to this day. So we're hoping for good news, but we're worried. We're also trying to coordinate times and places, because there's something I need to go to on my own, and someone else will have to pick me up.

Burnt Sugar Cookies (6:58)

Last night, someone made SO MANY sugar cookies. Dad shows me the box. They're all a little burnt, so they're brown rather than beige. They're going to be used as rewards. Dad also shows me the container which is supposedly full of grease from all the cleaning that had to be done afterward.

We try talking to my middle sister about something stupid she's doing. Mom's been trying to convince her to stop, but she isn't listening. I decide to pipe up and try to calm things down. I admit to her that I don't know as many of the details of the situation as Mom does, but I still agree with Mom's assessment that she should stop. I try to give some reasons, but I'm not sure that she listens.

Later, we're sitting around the dinner table. Dad tells everyone about how I've solved some of my professor's "Challenge Problems." I hadn't been planning on bringing it up, because that would be bragging. But now everyone's looking at me expectantly, so I say yes, I solved two of them. "Both of which I've already seen from other sources," I add. My eldest sister says encouragingly that there's no problem with that; it's all about "unifying the notation." I nod. I'd never thought of it that way before.

Springtime Traditions (6:58)

Spoiler for Springtime Traditions:

There's a video choreographed to "Rite of Spring." Right now, we're at the frenzied section towards the end of "Mock Abduction." Perhaps unsurprisingly, the accompanying video shows three couples lying parallel to each other, having sex. The video cuts are all over the place. I have a feeling I know what's coming. Indeed, on each of the last chords before "Spring Rounds," everyone convulses together. A helpful white label appears on screen, too, saying, "orgasm." I wake up messily.

Frags:

• Someone asks me my year in school, so I hold up three fingers. "Fourth?" they ask. I suppose the little short wall between us might have gotten in the way, so I raise my hand higher and say, "Ah, no, third," and they say, "Ah, of course." I wonder if my pinky wasn't folded over far enough the first time.
• There's a free bottle of alcohol lying around, so I grab it. Reading the label, I see that it's apparently bourbon. Excellent; I haven't tried that kind yet. [IRL I have this thing where I kind of want to try all the different kinds of alcohol, and then maybe never drink again after that. Who knows.] I put the bottle in my backpack. I still feel weird doing things like that; I feel like it should be illegal for me to possess alcohol. But it's not, anymore.
• I witness an awesome piece of scenery, and I try to impress it on my memory. It might have involved clouds.

10.11.2012

Dream Views Shuts Down (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Alex decides to close the DV forums, and Opheliablue makes the announcement that DV will be closing soon.

It remains inaccessible for a few minutes, then I checked on Meta to find Alex made a thread stating what happened. He decided to sell it to a person who's French.

Alex didn't state why he had to leave, but I guess he was going to leave everything to the French guy's hands now.

Eventually, the same French guy who is now admin is using the site for a French class, not for lucid dreaming overall. I get irritated, and there's a bunch of threads that seem to be deleted since it's not related to French class at all.

I looked at the Notifications section on top of the screen, and saw I have a few likes received. There's one like where I made some post that had some naked lady with her breasts covered by hands. I think I made the post in response to someone who did post pictures of breasts.

The other likes looked like I posted in threads that died a long time ago.

Then after all that, the dream shifts to me being outside now, and it seems that the area I'm in has Europe vibe to it. It's a completely new environment to me, and I'm presuming it have a France vibe to it.

The concrete had rock material fused together, like those little bumps you see formed close together. I realize that I'm sitting down a small bleacher bench while looking at some people to the right/left of me.

These looked like randomly generated DCs, and then I come to the realization that the new admin really didn't buy Dream Views to sustain the forum, but to make a new site for French classes.

I end up leaving, and I think I see SpaceCowboyDave leaving before me in this weird area.

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10.11.2012

I Have SpiderMan Powers and Facing Huge Ghost Rider (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

WOAH...

I'm inside of an area that's reminiscent of the LOZ: Windwaker's section where you would face Puppet Ganon, except that the area has shades of brown, mostly because the surface of the whole area seem to be made of wood.

There's these wooden surfaces that would be on some parts of the wall that were surprisingly stable. There was a long wooden path high on the wall you could walk on the right side of the area as well.

The walls have a lighter hue of brown, but since this area has a dark vibe to it, it isn't noticeable immediately. There's a few torches lighting up the place, but it doesn't really make most parts any clearer to see. This place also seem to be reminiscent to Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones' area where the Prince had to move a statue before the place burns to a crisp.

I seem to be flinging around the place like I have Spiderman's abilities to web-shoot and swing. I do this for a while, and I hear Amon's voice from The Legend of Korra. He comes out of of this black and opaque opening, and he starts saying some things to me.

I can't recall what he said, but he does have my attention for sure. I eventually get on the lowest surface in this area, and I was somewhat close to Amon. I get a little scared, and decided to quickly jump and web-swing again away from him.

The dream shifts to where a HUGE ass creature forms, and it looks a lot like Ghost Rider, except it's 1,000 x bigger. I don't know what to do except to keep flinging webs and swinging at random areas.

It doesn't seem the Ghost Rider thing isn't concentrated at me at the initial periods of it manifesting. It seemed to be attacking some random people in what I thought was an empty area with just me inside.

After a while I get so scared that I decided to hide behind a wall on the same long wooden path on the right that I stated before. I seem to have found the Ghost Rider Giant's blind-spot. The wall I was behind I think let to an exit, but I decided to stay there.

While I'm hiding behind it, I can still see what's happening behind me. The Ghost Rider Giant starts punching the walls randomly, probably aiming for more randomly generated dream characters. It tries to get me, but it simply is not able to get through small spaces.

After that, I don't know what happens, hell, I don't even know if I can even kill this thing.

It just appears out of nowhere....what the hell.

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10.11.2012

Ordering Breakfast Tacos (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm with my mother, and we're inside of a store that probably sell Hispanic food. It's similar to the environment you see in Starbucks, but that was probably because I wasn't paying attention to the rest of the store with my peripheral vision to the left.

I just stood near the cashier, and waited with my mother. When she received her order of what seems to be Sausage and Potatoes wrapped in Tortillas, I told her that I would like a Breakfast Taco. She looks at me as if she's a little annoyed that I didn't tell her sooner, but she quickly changes her demeanor from irritated to kind towards the employee.

It takes quite a while for the order to be finished, and I was wondering if they forgot or something. I was looking at some Asian man wearing a dress shirt and probably dark brown dress pants as well. It seems he's writing on something, and when I take a little peak, he seems to be writing on a PINK Intuos4 Tablet.

He's writing on it with a ball-point pen without the ball-point in it instead of a tablet pen. The tablet seems to respond to this object that shouldn't even make any kind of response. I think there was another Intuos4 near the cashier counter, and I started to touch it.

Man, that tablet is very sensitive, it picks up my movements with my finger pretty well, and the harder I press on it, the large the cursor increases. I take my fingers off the active base of the tablet product after playing with it for maybe 15-30 seconds.

My order finally comes, and it's inside a brown lunch bag. I take a peak inside, and there's two breakfast Tacos for myself. I also feel that I could've been younger in this dream, like 14 years old or so rather than 19 years of age.

The breakfast tacos looked very enticing as well...the eggs, potatoes, and whatever meat is in there (sausage or bacon) closely packed together. The eggs seemed to be the main thing that attracted me, they were so fluffy and yellow.

Last night I had a really odd dream that I was in the movie 'Broke Back Mountain'. I was one of the characters which is odd because I'm a female...

In another part of the dream one of my cats was biting my hand it wouldn't let go. She left a cut mark where she had bitten, it was like she was angry at me.

In the last part of my dream I was in Stop & Shop, but it was set up like a restuarant. I was doing prep work and trying to make a salad look nice. There were tons of things I needed, but no one was around to help. I remember getting very frustrated about this. I kept trying to make all of the salads look the same but it was impossible. I also over heard Kate Middleton and someone I used to work with gossiping. I yelled at Kate Middleton for being there and said I didn't care about her life. I went back to the salad station and kept attempting to make the salads look nice, but I realized I was taking way too much time and gave up.

Note: Today I had a work training conference, and the woman presenting was wearing a lot of green jewells. Her ear rings were green stones and her rings were emerald. Quite strange when I had a dream the other night about going to the work conference and the presenter dropping emeralds everywhere.

Last nights non lucid events:
Saw my late gran walking along what appeared like the current street I live in, in Australia (HS). She was going to a church. As it was night (around 9pm I felt) I decided to
Keep her company and go with her. I also didn't like her walking alone. Got inside and only a few people were there. Guys from school who I wasnt that good mates with, MM and PT as well as this guy who I knew but on waking didn't recognise. He was also working behind the bar. Returned home to my mums partner DO, at a house and a youngish boy was there, about 10 or so who we were baby sitting, he wanted to sleep outside, I was trying to plan this.


Met CJ former team mate outside a hotel in Melb. It was dark, supposedly morning but felt like night. We arranged to meet that night for a quick pint before her had to go to Glas. It seemed that Glas was an hour away and not 1000s of miles. Also I was
Meeting my brother in law later, which I did arrange for tonight. We were in a taxi and he was telling me about his football team score that day. I predicted the score, 1-0 and the scorer, Thommo, who doesn't even play football and I met him here.

The dream started out where I was on a water ride with family. We had all got together and were on this ride together. But then it changed, we weren't on the ride and after we got out of a tunnel in the ride we had jumped out of the boats or rafters and continued to go on this adventure ride where it was like a water park and a ride at Disney land. After slipping and drifting down this pool water river that was super clear and clean I had decided to separate from my family on go down this giant slide that slide down into another pool of water. Then after this my dream changed to where I was with a anime character who was Yui from K-on!


We were sitting together and drifting/relaxing in a view around this beautiful scenery that was surrounded by amber clouds, flowers, and a deep cool water surface with petals that hit the water. We were drifting down this view like we were rafting but just sleeping/relaxing while on the water surface. We both had our feet out towards this view and just as this was happening I woke up. Dang it!

DJ Log: October 10, 2012 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I woke up around 4:00am and grabbed a few bottles of water from the kitchen as I had run out of stock on my night stand. I returned to bed and quickly drifted back to sleep.

I open my eyes and find myself laying on my bed. I reach for a bottle of water on my night stand, but there are no bottles there. I roll over and look on the floor beside the bed only to see that there are many empty bottles on the floor. Feeling too lazy to get up and retrieve more water, I close my eyes and try to return to sleep.

After trying for a bit, I open my eyes again and realize that I'm simply too awake to return to sleep. I lay there for a bit, thinking that maybe I should try a WILD or something. As I lay there, I notice that the room is almost completely dark instead of having the usual light from the kitchen shining up the stairwell. I discard the observation, thinking that the bulb must have just burned out or something.

Once again, I look for a bottle of water, but none are to be found. I just close my eyes again and drift off...

When I wake up, I see that there are about 12 bottles of water on the night stand and none on the floor. I cuss myself for a bit, then scribble on my journal for a quick moment before rushing off to work.