non-lucid

non lucid
My and girlfriend had on the same blue striped shirt.

So happy to see my old friend egg and with a long hug.

The guru told that me in Tibet monk and nuns eat very little compared to Americans. I feel strong gratitude to be in such good conditions.

My girlfriend dropped me off to run by harry hines. When she left I said, why are you leaving are you fucking someone else?

lucid
I became lucid in my living room. I started my task of finding a wish fulfilling gem and then wishing to transferee my self to tokyo. I find this yellow long crystal in my living room coffee table. I thought this is it. I held the glowing crystal which made my body tingle as I wished when I open my front door I will be in tokyo. After I walked towards the door, open it, and everything appeared the same. I then tried to draw a door with the wish fulfilling gem, walked through it and nothing again I woke up after this.

Next task it to fly to tokyo. I'll keep you posted.

I've been gone WAY too long. But I've missed lucid dreaming, so now that I'm in college I'm trying to get back into the swing of things.

[Escape from Mary's World]
Through some twisted turn of events, I become trapped in a horrific world governed by an evil little girl named Mary. I am with two other people, my dream dad and a boy similar to Prince Soma from Kuroshitsuji. We spend a very long time attempting to escape the world, but the only exit is blocked. The rest of the world is comprised of a small expanse of forest that extends behind Mary's mansion.

After days of searching, the boy I'm with finally finds a special key. We know that this must be the secret to escape, so we barge into Mary's house. As soon as we set foot through the door, we are ambushed by evil dolls and headless mannequins. Armed with giant hedge clippers, I violently mutilate each of my enemies. At one point, Mary throws an entire dresser at me, which I barely manage to evade. My friend accidentally drops the key during his own fight, but I pick it up just as I figure out that it must fit the locket around Mary's neck. It's the key to her heart, I realize. I manage to put the key in the hole and turn it--- the locket breaks.

Suddenly, Mary turns into a doll and shatters like glass. At her death, the entire world begins unwravelling, leaving us little time to hurry for the exit. I wake up just as we make it to the door.

Dream Fragment 1:

The Winco Freight Crew and I were outside my apartment at some kind of machine in the nighttime. I was operating it, appearently we were setting up for a pretty big troll. The guys joked around while I worked the machine. I finished quickly and realized I had no shoes, so I begun to head back when the manager, John, told me,' Dont worry we'll wait for you,' with a bro smile.

Next thing I know we are out on my street with a overly fat warthog. Apparently it was ready to explode at any minute. We guided it to start walking towards a pedestrian. Everyone was spread out in different parts of the street, giggling, waiting for the troll to unload. But then the pig started to come over to us and by the look on it's face, it was going to explode really soon.

I started to jog away, keeping a good distance. For some reason, one of the females stayed at that position.

Dream Fragment 2:

I was falling out of the sky. Though I spread my arms and legs out, so that slowed me down considerably. I landed in a city, next to a highway bridge. I remember something about my grandma. Then a black guy and another white guy are falling with me. I tried to fan out, but that only put me upside down. The guys were having fun and try to quickly get into position to better fall. I tried a couple other things but couldn't get into a good position. I was calm. As we neared the bottom, the guys just decided to sit on the plastic suitcase and land it on the wheels. In a videogame we played, when you would do that you would hit the ground with no momentum. Which worked for them. I hit the ground with no preparations, but was fine.

Dream Fragment 3:

A tragedy is befalling my area. I'm still in my neighborhood, but everyone's gone. I go down my street a few buildings and happen across a new building, where I 'worked'. I go to the entrance where I meet a young woman, who I now realize in Juliet from Lost, she told me that there are people in still in there, but that we should go. I deny that, and continue into the building (another testament to the nature of my basic/intuitive-self). The inside has the architecture of what an early human combat spaceship would look like. Though the ceiling goes up a few stories. And there is a fall off point on the opening walkway. I find a few workers in this secret facility and tell them about the state of emergency, so they leave the building in a hurry. Some of the cooks remained and declared they are a part of the disaster and intend to stay for when it comes.

I just decide to go with a there's-no-time-for-bullshit attitude and just leave them, hurrying back out. Well now there's a lake instead of a parking lot. I swim across it and meet up with Juliet hiding behind a dumpster. Another guy had just finished making a boat and paddled off. I told Juliet that we need to return to our land, (a small island in the middle of a small river deep in the forest) referring to the other 12 people around us and ourselves. She doesn't reply, so I start making a boat anyways, even though it's gonna take at least 9 hours.

Dream Fragment 4:

Apparently the Nazis were the source of panic, in that they were coming. I was in a metal room in the secret facility. For some reason water was in the room going all the way up to my belly button. I was standing in line with other boys, I was about 10 yo. We were all carrying these Chinese ornaments, they were four horizontal lines of wood held together with tow pieces of string. Hitler came up to me and made a quick cut on mine. I felt pain, as if he actually slashed me on the torso. I stood out of line, but thought that I should obey him since he was my superior. So I got back in line. He slashed my ornament again, and like a voodoo doll, I felt pain on my torso, and I got out of line, then got back in line. He slashed it again and it really cut me this time and hurt the worst. It was pretty deep, and I stumbled out of line, and couldn't recover myself to line, but I stood back at attention in front of him.

Then he got an evil satisfaction face and said,' Yes! Yes! I'm in complete control.' Then he stabbed me in my guy for real. At least 3 inches deep. It was some of the worst pain I've ever felt. So much that I was being pulled out of my dream. I could tell because everything turned black and I could see the lights from the back of my eye lids. The pain subsided after I was fully conscious that I was awake.

Afterthoughts

Upon subtly sensing, I believe that fragment 4 was the result of my subtle dark side being able to gain control of my conscious mind. I believe that my darkside wants to reign supreme over my mind and felt satisfaction that it had temporary control of my mind. I think that Hitler was the best personification it could've chosen. Hitler: the enemy of innocent humans, betrayer, deceiver, selfist, evil; also not to mention with the power to accomplish his tasks. It can try to take me over.

Renegade

A recent event has caused a member of the party to turn around and run back in the direction whence he came. The other five or six party members (all of whom are friends in real life) joke about how he's on a renegade quest for revenge--he's so angry about what happened that he's willing to go back an face a werewolf alone, rather than wait to ask for backup. Actually, he hadn't been planning on going back for that reason . . . but a few minutes later, as he comes in range of the werewolf, he decides to kill it. He activates the werewolf transition animation for himself, then (as a werewolf) raises a long, thin sword above his head and charges. He worries about missing, since it's difficult to get the timing right, but he manages to hit the werewolf. With the damage bonus from a charging attack, it turns out to be a one-hit kill!

Awkward

I'm sitting in a room with my parents and my youngest sister. Apparently she heard something at school today, because she asks, "What are tist-estic-cles?" She stumbles over the word as though it's unfamiliar. Oh, dear. As a male, I feel like I should be the one to explain this, but I can't decide where to begin. But then my parents jump in ahead of me and start explaining. I feel like they're not doing a great job of it.

[IRL, that sister is in ninth grade, so she definitely already knows what testicles are, but I guess my unconscious is a bit behind the times.]

Car Solves Relationship Problems

A man on a game show has just explained to the host that he's having some relationship problems with a woman. As far as he can see, he has two options, but both of them have disadvantages. The show host then jumps in to say that all is not lost, because he there's a third option by which he can get the best of both other options! Then the show jumps into a thirty-second explanation of the new option, which is something about buying a new car, because this thirty-second "explanation" turns out to be, basically, an advertisement for a shiny red sports car. The man is a bit nonplussed, and he wonders quietly (so that only I can hear) how many lights they needed to use to get those highlights on the car. By "highlights," I assume he means the horizontal white lines of reflected light along the side of the car that make it look extra-shiny.

Dream - Lucid

I was watching something that looked like Pokemon with Jake on the TV in the living room of my house. It was nighttime, and I was gonna try to sleep, so I paused the show. Then, Jake unpaused it. We kept going back and forth like that, until I got irritated and told Jake I was trying to sleep, and that's why I was pausing it.

~

I was watching some movie, or was involved in some movie-like situation, where the woman who plays Dr. Cameron on House was a photographer, though she looked like the character she played briefly on How I Met Your Mother, Zooey. Yes, that's right, I was in the band again at my old high school. My old band teacher wanted some photos of apartments made. Apparently, this got done every year. My band teacher really liked her photography for some reason. She was supposed to be taking pictures of apartments for him. He started to look at them, and they were obscure pictures. Like weird pictures of inside the apartments. I remember one being of right outside the apartment, the stairs leading up to it and the sign above the door which read "APARTMENT".

Well, the band teacher didn't like that. He was looking for pictures of the apartments from a bird's eye view, not this weird abstract stuff. He fired her, and then, someone told her she was going to die at 25. She didn't believe it, since she was 24, but apparently, she did end up dying.

Leonardo DiCaprio was in there somewhere too, but I'm not sure where he came into play.

I was going to some high school reunion thing (IWL a couple of weeks ago I went to a brief choir reunion to sing the National Anthem at my old high school's 10 year anniversary, where they named the football stadium). I remember Kayla being there. I put my purse in a locker in the girl's locker room, which, in the dream, was underneath the stadium. Many other people were there as well. The lockers were very tiny, and I didn't have a lock, so I just put my things in a locker in the middle of the wall of tiny lockers and hoped for the best.

I also saw a girl I knew of in high school and actually met and had classes with in college, Megan H. In IWL, she's very conservative and Christian. In the dream, she was a photographer, and only put on the front of being very conservative and religious, though I seemed to be one of the only ones who could see that. She had apparently gotten in big trouble with the law at some point, like gotten arrested, but I'm not sure why. She still acted like her bubbly, Christian self in the dream, though it seemed almost strained. She came up to me with a smile and started talking to me. She was holding a camera.

Megan, Kayla, and I all went up into the stadium, which was HUGE and very packed with people who had gone to the high school in the past 10 years. It was nighttime outside. As we were walking, I heard the brass players that were on the field play this one chord, and I got annoyed, because they were going to start playing some silly song that they always played in high school (the brass sections were such goof-offs in high school IWL -_-). They were a few of the brass players that went to high school with me. I remember specifically a trumpet player named Micheal being down there. They were wearing their high school band uniforms.

We sat down on the far right edge towards the top of the stadium. Megan sat behind me, and I think Kayla as well. Megan started to talk and talk and talk to us. I turned around to listen. She started talking about weaves, and some black guy with, and I quote, "plastic in his hair". A big black girl with a weave and a white V-neck shirt that was sitting next to Megan (who btw is very white haha) turned to her and said "Mmmhmm!" as if she was agreeing. I then turned back around, and everyone around us was quiet and turned around staring at us, as if they were waiting for us to shut up so they could do the National Anthem or something. I felt a little embarrassed at first, but Megan kept obliviously talking, and I just ignored the stares since I had barely said a word; it was all Megan. I then thought about a waking life memory, how the choir alumni had been down there a couple weeks prior doing the National Anthem instead of the band alumni.

Then, I wanted to check my phone for the time or something, but it was dead. I would hold down the button, but it wouldn't turn on. I had had a feeling it was going to die, since when I had gotten there the battery was so low. I got up to leave during this part for some reason, when everyone was waiting quietly for the National Anthem. I was the only one getting up to leave. I started to go down a stairway that lead to underneath the stadium, but the dance team was under there doing some slow, almost interpretive dance, and then behind them, I saw pom-poms and only a little bit of the cheerleaders. I went down another way.

I was then back at the lockers, and lots of people were there again. Part of the wall and lockers had been removed, and you could see to the other side of the wall, which was the guy's locker room, I believe. It reminds me now of Minecraft; it looked as if "blocks" had been removed from the wall. I asked someone who did this, and I think they said some Freshman girl did it or something. At any rate, my locker was still there. As I opened it to grab my purse, I hoped no one had stolen anything. I felt the bottom of my purse to see if I could feel everything that was in there. I was especially checking for my wallet. At first, I didn't feel it, but then I did. Thank goodness!

I checked my phone again, and it was still dead. It came on very briefly, and then died again.

I was then riding home with Megan's family. Megan's dad was driving. We got into my neighborhood, and he dropped me off at where my street starts so I had to walk a couple houses down to get to my place. I got out, and was holding this blue notebook. Papers and folders were crammed into it and falling out. I was trying to get it all together, when I said to Megan's dad
"I've been unemployed for 9 months," and I said other things as well, but I can't remember what. We had been talking about how I'd been, I guess.
He responded with
"Good morning, Superman." He smiled when he said this.

I then woke up.

~

I was at my college again, but it was like it was mixed with Minecraft. I remember going through some caves, seeing obsidian and torches and some wooden doors. I saw lots of zombies too, and they would change appearance randomly with the light levels. I killed them.

Then, I was heading out of the cave and onto the campus. A tall, handsome, kind-looking Arab man then approached me. He didn't speak English very well. He offered me a single pink rose, and asked me to walk him to class. He told me his name, but it was something really complicated, so I can't remember it, and couldn't throughout the dream. Anyway, I took his hand, and I walked him to his class. We were walking over blocky, stone Minecraft terrain that was imposed on the campus. It was daytime outside. We talked while we went to his class.

This happened again too, where he found me standing at another cave entrance, and asked me to walk him to his class. He gave me another single pink rose, and we walked around campus to his class. He was so kind, a very sweet person whom I really enjoyed being around. This time, before we parted, I gave him a big hug. It was so warm and loving, a beautiful embrace. We lingered for a while, just hugging.

For a little bit, I thought about how JP had been represented in some of my dreams as an Indian or Middle-Eastern man. I then thought that this man was nothing like JP or the character that represented him, and carried on, walking by myself now that the Arab man was gone to class.

Then, he stopped showing up. I was really upset, because I knew it was because the dean of the school, who looked like my old high school principal, Mr. Nolan, didn't like him because he was Arab, which automatically made him "suspicious", as if he were a terrorist or something. I was absolutely furious. The area I was in at this point was cave-like, and had another, older looking Arab guy around, and some other people as well. I think I asked him where the other guy went. When I asked, I simply referred to him as Ahmed, because I couldn't remember his complicated name. I don't remember what he said, though I already knew what happened. I was going to take action; this was absolutely disgusting and ridiculous.

I went into the dean's office. Apparently, Mr. Nolan wasn't there that day, and the guy standing in for him looked kind of like an old assistant principal, Mr. Lichens, except for he had a bowl cut and was much skinnier than the real Mr. Lichens. He had the same color hair, red, and glasses though, as the IWL Lichens does. He looked up as I entered. I immediately started to go off. I began by throwing a small object, and yelling, filled with rage, (this isn't word-for-word, but it's as close as I can remember it)
"I quit this school! You bastards, Ahmed is not a terrorist! He is a nice person who just wants to learn! You're just afraid! Not every Arab is like Osama bin Laden!"
I'm sure I said some other things too. Lichens lookalike started to look angry the second I started to yell. I stormed out, and he immediately got on the phone with Mr. Nolan, telling him that I just quit the school, which I could hear through the door I had come through. God damn, I was angry. I was so very, very angry. It was so unfair that they did this! I turned around and yelled at the door, hoping he could hear me through it as I could hear him. I think I called them bastards again.

I was then standing with some people, one I remember being a girl named Melissa that worked at the job I recently quit. She was standing with another girl, apparently her partner. They were so in love, it was so sweet. I hugged Melissa, and she was whispering to me about how happy and in love she was with this other girl. I was very happy for them.

I was then getting some things out of a cubby in the band room from high school. My tennis shoes were in there. I thought about all the high school band kids there.

I went into high school. I remember looking out the school through a window and looking at my old school, missing it.

I also remember tiny fragements of the dream, such as doing work and the teacher talking to us and stuff.

I was masturbating to what looked like a blank white screen, then my mom and her boyfriend came in and saw me doing it with my earphones in. They did not mention me doing it, instead they asked me if they could borrow my headphones. I told them they did not work correctly, they asked why and i showed them. Each of them put on one earbud and i put on some music on my iphone and they listened to it. They figured out why the shouldnt use them and left.

09.30.2012

Gift and Aunt from New York (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of my apartment, probably busy reading something, and then I hear a doorbell. I only have a my white underwear on, but I still take a peek through the hole on the door to see who it is. I didn't see anyone there, but as soon as I looked down, I saw a small Black boy wearing a Black shirt and gray shorts.

I quickly try to find some clothes to wear, since it would be awkward being half naked in front of some kid, so I grab the nearest clothes, but I can't remember what I wore exactly, maybe a dark colored shirt and dark blue jeans. I open the door, and looked down at the little boy and asked him what he's doing here at my apartment.

He responds with,

"My momma said to give you this."

I replied,

"Huh?"

He extends his left arm to me, and opens his hand to show a small plastic container, a really really really small one, like the size of a paperclip. The boy leaves after he gives me the small plastic Ziploc bag, and I quick opened it up to see what's inside. It was transparent, but I wanted to know what they really were by zooming my vision on them more.

This looks an awful lot like the spare nibs and nib holder in waking life that's in a small bag.

However, for this dream, the metal holder that would've been the nib holder to take nibs out of drawing tablet pens serves as some kind of scratcher. To scratch what exactly is what boggled me, and from this point, I can't recall what happened next other than a dream shift.

I'm not looking at things above me, as if I'm lying down on the floor outside of an environment similar to my apartment. I'm still wondering who is the mother of the little boy who gave me the small gift. Then I see a blonde guy come downstairs to go somewhere, the stairs are similar to my apartment. A dark blue or black layered railing on the sides, and gray colored steps.

It looked like it just rained, because the skies were dark gray.

He was wearing a light gray shirt, and dark khaki/butterscotch shorts (the baggy ones with a lot of pockets). He's really skinny, and his visage, he looks like he could be British. He meets this lady that's not too far from where he went downstairs at the time, oh, and he looks like he could be 19 or in his early 20s

As I'm still in this awkward position of being able to see people from bottom to up, still feeling as if I'm lying down on the surface, I noticed that the lady talking to the same blonde guy looks familiar to me. I take a closer look at her, and she looks exactly like a lady I know from New York.

Let's nickname her "Gl."

Gl was fairly obese, she had quite a belly, and she looked pretty much in the same condition as she was the last time I met her in New York a few months ago. She's dark-skinned, and has her hair cut off, but she isn't bald at all. Think of the hairstyle corp cadets males would have to get...the buzzed off haircut, except for Gl, she didn't have it cut that far.

She's surprisingly able to talk to his boy fairly well, because in waking life, she had some kind of mental problem with communication, and would end up repeating some things over and over again. She's gotten way better the last time I saw her, and while she's talking to this boy, she's really exhibiting fluent language.

I shift my focus on her, since she seems to be the only interesting person at the time in this gloomy environment that looks like it had rained before. (Funny, the environment is just like this in waking life as well).

Gl is asking the boy some simple questions like,

"What are you currently majoring in?"

The boy responds,

"Parapsychology." (or something like that)

She then finds a way to extends the conversation more by asking more general questions, and there's one question where the boy is a bit shy and worried of answering properly. I believe it could've been a question on why he wanted to do the major in the first place.

As I'm still lying down around the grass near my apartment looking at them, I can't remember what happens next.

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09.30.2012

Let's See Who'll Die + Girl in Asuka's Red Outfit (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Someone is pointing a gun behind my back, and I'm forced to comply to whatever they want me to do. I raise my arms up to show that I don't plan on doing any kind of suspicious acts of bravery. They guide me to an area up a ladder where there are a few people inside already.

When I reach to that area, I noticed some person sitting down at some kind of dark gray crate I believe. I looked around the room before paying too much attention to him, and the walls are all covered in turquoise. I have a lot of feelings piling up, and I get worried on why I'm lined up horizontally with people and perpendicular from the guy sitting in front of us.

It's hard to make out his visage, pretty blurry. Apparently, we're lined up so he can pick which set of people can die, while the rest are able to live.

Crap.

He starts moving his fingers quickly doing a "test" run on who could be killed, that heartless bastard.....

He eventually points at me during the process, and then a few others to the left of me I believe, which means the ones on the right are considered "alive" for now. The guy doesn't do anything at all, and by this point, there's another dream shift because I cannot recall what happened next.

It seems a girl in a red latex suit, or a suit that looks similar to Asuka's from Neon Genesis Evangelion, is escaping from the same environment I was in, but not, I'm spectating what she's going through.

She quickly goes down the gray ladder from the top floor, and there's some huge dude that somehow managed to either go down the ladder or come from the other side in the new floor she's in.

This girl had dark brown hair, and she kind of looked like Asuka, but some features made her look different. One, I believe she had a few freckles on each of her cheeks, and her face was a little bit more defined than the simple pointy chin structure of Asuka's.

She gets a light gray metal chain, and wraps it around the big fat guy's neck coming after her. She tries to choke him manually by going behind him and pulling the chain with all her might to hopefully choke the man.

However, something ends up going completely wrong, instead of trying to choke him completely, she lets go to quickly make the light gray metal chain into a noose formation, and lets the guy hang there to die. Because of the man's extreme weight, there isn't any need for him to be at a high elevation and drop down to be hanged.

He starts making faces of being choked to death, and he makes quick random motions with his mouth trying to find some way to breathe, but it's pretty much futile. The man dies, and there's blood dripping down on the floor near the girl in Asuka's outfit.

For the first time in my dreams, I actually see the explicit portrayal of someone dying, and blood dripping down as well. It wasn't too bad though....but still...after getting the censored treatment of not being able to see someone dying ever since I came to this forum....it's a pretty big step...

The girl gets back to focusing on escaping, and I'm wondering if what she did to the man just now was an unconscious sublimation due to her being traumatized and over-burdened with having to stay alive....

Anyway, the girl beings to run away from the guy she just killed, and there are guards coming in her direction. She turns around to go back near the guy she killed, and more guards come her way.

She trips on the same pool of blood from the guy she just killed, and as soon as she got up, the guards were already close to her....she's pretty much caught, no way out. Of course, she tries to struggle her way out, making grunting sounds as well, but to no avail.

She's brought back to the top floor, but it seems this same floor had another floor above it.

A floor within a floor? Floorception!!!

Superman appears out of NOWHERE, and casually walks in the opposite direction the captured girl in the red suit is going.

From this point, it seems I'm taking on the perspective of the girl in first person view, but I'm not able to control her or anything like that....maybe because she's still bound by the guards still.

However, Superman stops and reaches his hand out towards her so that both of them would do a bro fist.

As soon as this happens, her red suit starts glowing like crazy. It starts from her fist, to her lower arm section, and then to her elbow, and then a quick canary colored electrical surge forms around her body and disappears. Superman is already gone by this point, but now, the girl is charged up and is ready to kick some ass.


I can't remember what she did after that, but I assume she was on the start of destroying the guards behind her.

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09.30.2012

Lecture Room Study Group??? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a lecture room that looks similar to my Organic Chemistry Lecture class, except this time, the lighting is completely different. It's saturating the atmosphere with a gold color, and I'm sitting near at the top section to the left.

Still sitting alone, with the rest of the people in the dream going into their own little groups, despite the seating arrangement being one long table going horizontally. I rest my chin on my hand, and just wait to see what's going to happen next. There seems to be no professor in the room at the time, and I noticed the few people in this room are starting to flock around this one girl.

From my perspective, I could only see the back of her head. She had light brown hair, wore a maroon jacket I believe. And like birds to a feather, flock together, I get up from the seat and join the group. I go to the right side of the steps to get to the row they're in.

They don't seem to mind me being near them, and it's mostly just females here. There's one girl that looks like another Alyssa that I knew in waking life during High School, she's wearing mostly black clothing, and has her hair tied in a ponytail.

Then the girl everyone seems attracted to glances over me for a while, and then I noticed I'm sitting or standing on what would be the left side as you're looking at this screen reading this. The girl takes more glances at me, and each time she does that, I feel a shock of energy....I feel that I need to pay attention to her more, despite her just being a counterpart of the waking life version of the girl I know in my University.

Every time she looks at me, I feel as if she's just shy towards me, seeing as when I look at her, she glances over somewhere else. It feels like this is a study group of some sort.

I can't remember much after that.

Getting Some

I was with a young lady in a house. She wasn't really naked, but she needed some underwear and I gave her my briefs. I still wasn't missing my underwear.

There were other people in the room, but I touched her leg near her vag. She lifted up her underwear and I touched the outer part of it. I was afraid to get in trouble for doing this with people in the house, so I quit, but I did this again. She lifted her underwear again and I touched her again. It was nice.

Theft

I was with someone, walking down an outdoor corridor at what appeared to be a school. We were breaking in. I had my Falcons hat on. I ended up stealing a pair of prescription glasses. The were typical glasses from the 50's and 60's with thick, black rims. the prescription was so weak that I could see fine with them on. I don't wear glasses IWL. Why I wanted them is beyond me. I took nothing else from this place.

Later, we went back. I thought about how dumb it was to be stealing anything in the first place. I thought about video surveillance, and then saw the video of me walking in to steal the glasses on the first trip. My Falcons hat wasn't much of a disguise. I think I had the glasses as part of my disguise already.

I didn't quite look like myself, but for the most part, yeah. You could tell it was me. This time, I was there, again, with some DC, and the DC wanted to get some checks from the person I stole the glasses from.

I saw the DC pretty well. After waking up, I don't remember him perfectly, but he looked like Richard from Damion Omen II, only younger.

He was explaining that he just wanted to take a few checks. He wanted to get just a little money from this person. It was no vendetta. This target was already hit, and so he was also the current target. I felt really bad for the victim, and thought that taking his checks was not right.

Then someone pulled into the parking lot. We decided to split up and leave the area. I walked away and there was now a street fair going on. I saw lots of food and different crafts. I can't remember them well, but it was pretty cool.

I talked to a vendor giving change and helping many customers. I commented on how I should have gotten some food at the fair.

Dream Skip

I was at a yoga class or some other type of soulful self-help class. I was really into this class. The leader was rapping up the class and did her closing thing by saying, "On three, say bye. One...Bye!"

I don't remember her counting off completely, but I knew I had to say "Bye" with the teacher, but I got lost in the count, and she said it, but I missed it.

I put my forehead in my hands and complained that I always missed her saying good-bye. I got some attention and sympathy from a female DC for wanting to participate. I went on in detail about how it always happened one way, then another, then the first way again. I explained it in detail. I liked the attention, but I did want to participate in the "Good-bye" ritual, and it was a mentally healthful exercise, so it wasn't as stupid as it sounds.

September 8, 2012

I am with people. A hotel. A desert. Burning? I am falling. The Tower. I raise my hand and point up. The power of The Star. I stand. Running. Someone summoned a demon. H-A-B-R-A-T-O-S? I am running away? People are running away from it. In a house. I hide under the stairs. A woman was looking for me. I don't want her to find me. I wanted her away. If I am with her, the demon might find me as well. She sounded desperate. I just want her to go away.

NOTE: Ghaddar. Marbas.

Dream

I was at what would best be described as a military camp-school. I was in a building that reminded me of hogwarts in the way that it was old and classical in appearance. I was in a team of 4 people: a 14 yo girl, a 18 yo guy, and a 15 yo guy. We were at an indoor pool. There seemed to be a lot of teens there, but no adults or CO's. Everyone, including us, had red M4's with lethal rounds. I walked down the stairs and the 14 yo came with me. I thought of transforming my M4 into a M1 Garand a little while later. The girl and I went down the last flight of stairs into a dinning hall, in which had T.V.'s that monitored the major sections of the camp's buildings. On the screen I saw my old friend, Dayne, pull out his pistol on a 13 yo kid after a short conversation with the kid. I saw that no one did anything in that room.

I begun sprinting over to the building where this was taking place, thrusting my rifle side-to-side to generate that extra momentum. The girl and others followed me, probably just to watch the action. Though I think the girl genuinely had my back. I was there within moments, I busted the door open and Dayne begun running. I think some of the others tried to fire some shots at him, but missed. I stopped behind cover and trained my rifle on Dayne as he quickly move across the room. With the perfect shot lined up, I fire a single round, killing him.

He drops to the floor, dead. I face my peers and say,' This what happens when you try to shot someone else.' END

On a side note, I think that our superiors (CO's) that were not present left us unattended as a test. For what, I have no clue.

Afterthoughts

I think this was a test/scenario that my higher self had me run through. I believe that there was much more than I remember, but that the scenario was meant to hone my intuitive self in all directions. I am glad to know that my basic-self, my instinct is to uphold the highest of moral and Good. I'm glad to have killed my friend in the defense of innocence. I always had a feeling that I had a higher connection to Good. Now this confirms that I have an affiliation with Good. Which gives me contentedness, joy, and cause.

As I write this, I feel the high Good energies permeating in my being. Thinking of upholding Good brings righteous energies. I bet living a fully honorable, righteous, courageous, and self-sacrificing life would bring ascension for me, which is what it feels like, I believe I would ascend into a full Warrior of Light. Also fighting for Good no matter what any being thinks or threatens. Also having wisdom, and learning. And of course being spiritual. All with a hint of somethings I don't know about yet should bring me to ascension.

(If you're reading this and considering using that as a means for ascension, don't. That's my path and my way of ascension. Your path is most likely different, thus you must take a different path to ascension. I wouldn't want you to waste your time on something that only works for Lightwarriors.)

I'm not sure if this was a feat that I was tested on by an outside source, such as a higher being or recruiter for a spiritual order. But it would be about time. But then again maybe not. Though I strongly believe that this was a test in general. I believe it most likely, by sensing, that my subconscious was/is honing or training, me to be a guardian of light. Though it shouldn't ruled out that higher beings are specifically monitoring me and subtly testing me. Though if they had to actually sit down in my dream and create a scenario for me to run, then they are already past initial sensing and judgement of my day-to-day behavior. Theoretically meaning that Im seriously in the running for being offered to join a spiritual order of Lightwarroirs.

What makes this nightmare so interesting is that, I see it every time I have a fever, or when I am sick. It's exactly the same each time.

I'm running through a bush labyrinth, I'm wearing a white dress. I'm crying and scared, I keep glancing behind me as I run, but I can't see anything. There is this bad feeling inside me, that something awful is chasing me. I keep running, and take a sudden turn to left and everything slows down. (Like in slow motion)
I stumble a bit, but get quickly back on my feet. At the end of the labyrinth there is a knight, dressed in a silver armor, sitting on a white horse, that is standing on its back feet. I run towards the knight, and as I reach them, the knight offers their hand to me and I grab it. The knight pulls me up on the horse, and right when I'm about to see their face, I wake up.

Hey guys,

Thought I'd carry on doing little blogs in my dream journal again!
So I haven't touched drugs in over a month and i've been focusing on college, writing music and dreaming! You can hear my latest song HERE!!!
On top of this, I've recently got very into OOBEs, although they are quite terrifying and I can't work out if I want to carry on with the practise of it. I'm gonna listen to some HemiSync tonight to see if that changes anything.

Had a few short dream fragments last night.

1) I was with my friend Ryan.B and we were talking about the atheist union at college and who started it. Ryan asked me who started it, before guessing that it was Ollie.R. Although he is an active atheist, I told Ryan that it wasn't him, and it was in fact Henry.F. Ryan didn't realize this and was somewhat surprised. Suddenly we were in the atheist union's room in college. I don't think they have their own room, it was a very generic room like a detention room. It was quite small and rectangular, and there was a table taking up about a third of the room in the middle. There were no windows, but a light was on. Henry was sat on the left end and I was sat on the left end of the back. He told me in a kind of disappointed, sad and maybe a bit jealous tone that in fact it was Ollie that started the atheist union. He then preceeded to play the "first song(?)" of the atheist union. It was an indie song, and sounded like a cross between Mitchell Goes Bananas and my band.

2) Maria. L was organizing an event on Facebook, I think for her birthday. I told her (wall post I guess?) that she shouldn't do it when people are busy (no shit hahaha). Then, someone told her not to do it when she is in portugal (people are so dumb in my dreams )

3) I was at a festival with Ryan.B. I think it was Reading, although it looked a bit like 2000 trees. Ryan and potentially myself was very drunk, and was talking bollocks to the guy who owned a kebab shop. He told us that the fish stall behind us about 100m was owned by his sister.

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In terms of dreams, I've realized that my dreams very often mix up the settings. For example, I'll "know" that I am at college, but it'll look like my bedroom. This happens every night, so I've started doing RC's based on this, making sure the place I'm in looks normal.

I have a bit of OCD with getting old, unrecalled dreams off my chest, so here's a weird dream I had recently. I was on a strong nicotine patch, and I had the most intense dream EVER. I was laying in bed, and the walls were breathing. My bed started rumbling, so I sat up, and it was like an earthquake. all my furniture was moving, it was horrifying, and all from 3rd person XD

According to my notes, I had a dream where I was writing my name on the sand. I don't recall this though.

I also had a dream where I had been voted "member of the month" on another forum that I go to. At first, I thought it was someone else, but it turns out that person was just congratulating me. ^^ Some girl I knew IRL was interviewed, and she started confessing her love to me and talking about how she kissed me or something (she never did Although I suppose I thought she liked me for a while. Implying that a girl would actually be attracted to me. -_- ) Also, an online friend had changed her personality type from ESFJ to ENTP which was odd. I spend too much time on psychology forums.

Then I woke up and saw a bit of the dream still; I thought I saw a large bug running up the side of my shelf. It wasn't scary, just cool! :3

Yes, I remembered nine dreams from last night. I think it has to do with it being a Saturday and being able to sleep in - I remember dreams better that way.

I can't remember the entire order though.

Dream 1: Hypnagogic imagery. It had something to do with a car. That's all I remember.

Dream 2: I was indoors, in a bedroom of some sort. I was with a kid who looked kind of like my brother and kind of like a friend I had in middle school (I think he kept changing). He was wearing a black sweatshirt. There was a spider hanging down from a web next to him as he sat on the bed. The spider kept moving around; it was scary and disgusting. Apparently the kid wasn't sure if he wanted to kill it or let it stay alive. It was red and black and changed from mostly red to looking like a black widow. It was really creepy.

Dream 3: I was at a restaurant. There was a girl who was in love with a guy that were sitting at a table either with me or near me; I honestly can't remember. I was at the restaurant and saw a group of friends along with the two people who were in love with each other. I think the girl was blond and the guy looked like Orlando Bloom or that one character from the Princess Bride with the black hair...but I can't remember fully. -_- I had chicken nuggets on my plate. I was around people for a while, then suddenly I was at a more solitary table, and I felt a bit lonely. Then I went to the bathroom or something, and when I came back, almost all the lights were out. Everyone was silent and the doors and windows of the restaurant were shut; you couldn't get out. For some reason my brother was there, sitting at a table. I asked him what was going on, and he told me. I don't exactly remember what he said, but I think the restaurant had been taken by an evil group or something.

Why must I have so many nightmares? D:

It must've been right around this point when I realized, although sleepily and hazily, that this was a dream. Which leads me into

Dream 4: As soon as I realized I was dreaming, the scene fell away and shifted to something nicer. I was with a girl and I wanted to travel with her into a place where we could fall in love. I was lucid at this time, but my awareness was kind of low. We looked at a few places: a foggy city, a beautiful urban city with black buildings and yellow/multicolored lights (reminiscent of LA), and over a nebula thing in space. Yes, we were flying. However, for some reason, I got scared (this happens a lot when I get lucid, which is dumb because it's a dream; what is there to be scared of?) and I woke up.

Dream 5: I was chosen to be in a piloting class, with only 3 or so people in it, for whatever reason. The instructor asked if we had read the assigned textbook material. I hadn't, but flipped to the back of the book, where there was an astronomy section. Then we went outside in some sort of hover vehicle to go around town, and that's when I looked out the window and saw a shooting star! I've never seen one before (I've caught glimpses of them, but was never sure if it was just my imagination or not), and in the dream I couldn't remember if I had seen one once before or not. Anyway, the meteor was a giant gray rock with little pieces coming off of it, and it glowed this beautiful shade of electric blue. IT WAS SO COOL! When I saw it, I yelled out "WHOA!" because I had never seen one before and because it was so enormous. My friend and the instructor, who were in the craft with me, were so happy for me.

Dream 6: I was on this psychology forum that I go to. One of my friends' profile said that you must tame the beast and it will choose you. And for some reason, I thought I was getting a dragon. XD Instead, I got a creature that looked like Barney. My subconscious is so bizarre. O__________O XD

Dream 7: Someone was telling me I was addicted to the internet, and I got (understandably) very mad at them. That's all I remember.

Dream 8: We were supposed to be driving somewhere, even though that day was apparently going to be "Carmageddon." (This has its basis in reality, because my brother went to a cross-country race on that day, today.) I figured that (for some reason) there would hardly any cars in the morning, so we should just go then. But we weren't going...for some reason.

Dream 9: My mom got interested in personality theory! And I think she was looking at a typology forum. I highly doubt this would happen in real life - I've tried to tell her about it - but you never know, I guess.

That took forever to type. xD