non-lucid

Good lord, HOW did I not go without posting for upwards of two years? Well, stuff happened, is all I'm going to say. So let's get into this.

Fell asleep at: 3:00 AM

Woke up: 12:15 PM


Dream 113: Old Faces

Daytime; My house. The in-laws have come over, and they brought their dogs with them. A dachshund, a terrier mix, and some others I can't remember. One of the dogs, wearing a grey shirt and orange/yellow suspenders walks into my room and jumps on top of me in my bed. I play with the little guy for a while, and one of the in-laws chimes and in says that that's actually the father of all these other dogs.

I say something along the lines of, "Well, he can do whoever he wants then--" then retract that statement and I say "That came out wrong."

As I'm playing with the dog, a female DC keeps tugging at his shirt collar, for whatever reason. The dog looks mighty uncomfortable when she does that, so I tell her to stop tugging at it. The dream ends not long after.

Upon further reflection, the dog in my dream looked remarkably like another dog I had, though that one passed away not two years ago. It was nice to play with the little fella again, even if it was just a dream.

Created Monday 11 May 2020

Finally got around to doing a proper WBTB. And some results to show for it. Too bad there's a bunch of non-LD content missing...

Scrap Group 1
Repeated dreams with similar themes. Each time, I wanted some specific thing, then didn't moments later.

Dream 1 - Deadbrush Forage

Various forgotten events before this point. The visuals were slightly blurred. I was in field of very tall grass and wild overgrowth, a cloudy brown twilight sky above. Although abundant, the plantlife was terribly dehydrated, and in many cases, long dead.

After a minute of looking around, I (somehow) got aware. I tried summoning and eating a Marloss Berry, either by imagining it, or by reaching behind me, both to no effect. So, I moved on to a TOTM, the foraging one coming to mind. I sorted through the grass, but I hardly found anything, just chaff. Next, I picked some flowers, daisies, I think. Wasn't sure whether their heads and stems were edible. So, I pulled the roots in hopes of finding a starchy vegetable. A few did indeed seem to have some growths on them. Eventually, I dug out what seemed a lumpy, violet potato. It was quite large, just a few inches bigger than my outstretched hand. Well, that works for me.

I then looked towards thickets, when I noticed a large, bright purple, radish-shaped fruit growing on a branch. It looked shriveled, but probably still edible. I picked that as well.

Seemed like a good enough forage for the moment. On to sampling. But before that, there was the matter of cleaning; both products were plainly dirty. I didn't have any water in hand, let alone finding clean water in dried brushland. Nothing a Prestidigitation spell couldn't fix. With a gesture, the food was instantly rid of dirt.

Finally, chow time. I bit into the wrinkled fruit. It tasted much more bitter than expected. It retained a hint of flowery fragrance, but that really didn't improve the flavor. I was about to take another bite, but noticing a bug crawling out of a small hole made me think otherwise.

I was gonna eat the potato, but the dream collapsed too soon for me to do such.

Scrap Group 2
Unconscious transition during a Dreamwalking WILD attempt. I was in an unlit apartment building. Ruined constructions and furnishings made it apparent this place was abandoned. To the left was a stairway made from tiles. I starting climbing up, during which I noticed it had a very familiar arrangement. It then occurred to me this followed the same exact path I take during Dreamwalking, triggering awareness. But soon, something distracted me, something I thought dangerous. I ran back downstairs, only to forget why I got there, and climbed back up. Repeat again of temporary awareness, climbing up, evading a hazard, running downstairs, then loop. There were other things I did during brief moments of lucidity, but I can't recall.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm walking the street to my home. I see someone next to me and I have an idéa who it is but I don't want to look because I think that would be awkward. He then says hi and I se that it is Gabriel. My old school friend who I havn't seen in a long time. He is friendly with me but doesn't talk much. I said congratulations to his mom and elder sister because I thought it was their birthdays, he says thanks. I don't know if the next dream is the same as this one, but it's further ahead on the same street.

I see my old schoolmate Leoa from the same class as Gabriel. I greet her and find her very attractive. She isn't that attractive IRL, she got some dream modifications on her face. I follow her and we talk a lot. She opens an old tree gate and I stop by the gate but climb it in order to see her and talk a little bit more. I wish I remember the conversation, it was one of the really nice feeling moments.

I'm in a place where all my old schoolmates are, it's some kind of party. I remember Olof and some random dude making out. I go to the calmer side of the house and talk with Dina and Justine. Dina makes a joke about the table but I don't understand and think she talks about the chair. I sit on the chair trying to get what the joke is about, suddenly there are big paper towel papers that's coming from all the edges of the table and I laugh to Dinas joke because now I got it.

I walked to a house and I got into an empty room. I know that I'm chased but I don't hide, just sit. The door opens and out comes a gun. It shoots me but I'm not dead. The man with the gun walks in and I think we aren't enemies after a while. I think I did some parkour outside of the house.

Possible recurring elements: Being hunted, old schoolmates, walking the streets outside my house. Pretty calm parties.

Notes: I have been hunted three nights in a row now and it's a pretty scary theme. When I walked the streets this night it was like the street feeling in my last dream when I walked to my old friend. It's funny how in my last night's dream and in this one I have encountered three different old school friends on streets outside my house. Two of them were my best friends and the girl was pretty random.

I'm in a battlefield from middle-ages but i'm the only one at my side and there are too many on the other side. Lots of trebuchets and ditches with spikes everywhere. It's midday, warm, and i'm fighting with my spear in this desert-like enviroment. I feel like i've been fighting in this war forever and want it to end. Lots of people dies in my hands and i want it to stop. "The only way to end this is to kill the head of the beast" i say and move towards a big tent. There is this strong looking female warrior and i feel like she knows who i am. She says "I was expecting you. We've changed worlds, bodies, ourselves but we've been fighting since the beginning of the time and i feel like we have to stop doing this".

At this moment i feel like running away but at the same time i feel like she's ineviteble for me and i have no choice. She starts walking towards me and a part of me wants us to unite or something both physical and mental. Like we were one and now we have to be one again but this thought is too scary for me for some reason. I just want to get away and i start running towards the ditches around the tent (yeah with the spikes in them). I kill myself.

Felt very bad when i woke up. Recorded the dream to my phone by voice recorder. Only had the courage to listen to it now (4 days later)

In the earliest part of the dream I can remember well, I’m with a group of people from work. We’re in a house rather than an office, a mostly empty one that’s not in the best condition and which strikes me as reminiscent of somewhere in the past (it's not a vague memory in the dream – rather, my waking self can’t pin it down to anywhere familiar). There’s something in the way everything is happening that suggests we’re maintaining order in the midst of a chaotic situation and extemporizing as necessary. Some disaster has struck the world – although it seems less like this is the aftermath than that it was so bad that what remained of humanity actually had to flee to some sort of parallel dimension.

Kate, the director, tells us we should all go outside to see something. Stepping out of the house, I can see what looks like a large town square across the street, round-ish in shape, possibly cobbled. Above the old-fashioned buildings on the opposite side, the sky is turning pink and purple in a certain area. In the middle of it, a black spot appears, clearly visible against the light. I recognize it, as does everybody there: this was what happened before, the thing that came and destroyed the world.

But something is different this time: instead of appearing large and far away, the spot now seems to be quite close, in the square itself. Somehow, I know that I can make things turn out differently this time around. I run towards it, the others not far behind.

The dark sphere is floating there, too high to jump for but close to a flagpole on the far side. I scale it. The flag, which is dark blue, isn’t flying – rather, it seems to be tied to the pole, and (on later reflection) entirely too large for it. The thing actually looks more like a mast than a flagpole. But I manage to make it up with no trouble until I'm level with the sphere. It’s very small now, smaller than a cotton ball. I reach out and grab it, enclosing it in my hand.

The moment I touch it, it changes, becoming material, taking on a definite shape. It has become a key on a keyring.

I know what to do now: the keyhole can’t be too far away. I actually find it on the way back down, on the base of the pole. I put it in and turn, and keep turning. And as I do, something is happening to the building closest to the pole: the whole façade is unfolding, revealing a large airplane inside. It looks like a typical jet, but in the dream, it strikes me like something out of another era, concealed here for who knows how long.

A dirty, light brown liquid is pooled near the nose. An inner voice that seems to belong to the plane itself tells me that it needs an oil change. I think that it probably needs rather more than that, considering how long it’s been here. But I’m aware that this situation is out of my hands now. It will be others who fix it up and who make use of it somehow to avert disaster. I’ve done what I can.

10.5.20

Morning of May 10, 2020. Sunday.

Dream #: 19,501-03. Reading time (optimized): 2 min.



My dream self lacks any waking-life references (and as usual, there is no recall of the present state of the world), though I become interested in a couple of big books with ambiguous content in an unknown but mostly undefined setting. I treat them as mine.

The first section of the books seems to feature summaries of dream content, the second, various comic strips (“Blondie” being the one I focus on more), and the third seeming like the Yellow Pages of a phone book. I read a “Blondie” comic strip at the top of a left-hand page, atypically of only two panels, the second panel featuring a winter scene in a city. There is a scene that briefly seems to be in a “real” setting when I am looking at the front of the residence where Dagwood and Blondie live. I consider meeting Dagwood and going to parts of his house that no one (including the Bumsteads) had ever seen. (In a previous dream, I was at a party with Dagwood, his boss Mr. Dithers, and Blondie, and they appeared mainly as in the comic strip.)

Imaginary somatosensory cortex dynamics initiate but link to a static form of the vestibular cortex model (in contrast to “Fun with Rockets and Alien Spaceships” from May 1) and no dynamic foundation of myoclonus (waking start or falling trigger).

As a result, I find myself with an old Greek coin, the one that features the Owl of Athena (a flight reference for my dream’s waking transition as always occurs with this mode of dreaming). (One of the last static versions of this process was a sketchy drawing of a crow appearing in a mirror in “Sophie the Ghost” from May 3.) Even so, the coin is about three times bigger than an American quarter and possibly hollow.

Although the coin is too big to be real, I briefly consider it genuine and valuable. I plan to show it to this dream’s unseen sleep-wake manager (an unknown male), but before I reach him, I see “Athens” to the lower right of the owl relief in uppercase. I read it clearly, and it does not change over time. I consider the coin cannot be genuine because of “Athens” being in English. I wake upon realizing this.

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This dream stems from childhood dreaming practices in which I tried to hold onto a summoned coin to awake with it (and of course, it never worked, although I sometimes woke while pinching my pillowcase). The process (and its absentminded expectation by way of the virtuous circle effect of dreaming practices) has occurred in thousands of my dreams, sometimes with a static link to myoclonus associations as here.

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I will include another example from 2017 when I sat at a table with Les Gold (of “Hardcore Pawn”), and we were discussing a fictitious 1970 limited edition American quarter that featured the outline of Jonathan Livingston Seagull. We talked of how the coin was unpopular, with similar notoriety as the American Susan B. Anthony Dollar.

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Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

First I dreamt about a dark cellar. Me and my wizard friend each have a wand. We walk the place and suddenly encounter Voldemort. He and I have a magic battle, we are pointing our wands against each other and there is a silver color sinuscurve coming out from both wands and a purple (I think) beam where our sinuscurve magic meet. The beam wasn't intense like in the movies but very soft and gentle. I lose and run away downstairs. When I lost my wand broke, it just cracked in the front. I keep on walking with my friend through the cellar, we walk down and suddenly a big green monster appears. It goes on a rampage and starts to attack us. I no longer have a wand but I suddenly have a very long stick in my hand. I use it to hit the monster's stomach and after some effort it got many holes in its stomach. The stick is almost broken and got many cracks in it. My wizard friend with a wand didn't do anything, not during the Voldemort fight or during the monster fight, just being useless. The monster drops green liquid from its stomach and it turns out that the liquid is corrosive because the monster slips in the green liquid and dissolves. The eyes are the only things that do not dissapear. The dream ends.

I wake up because of my WILD-alarm 04:30 (I went to sleep 23:20), I drink some water and go back to bed in order to lay just still. This is my seventh attempt to wild and this time felt better than those before, just because I was able to relax so easily. Last time I tried WILD I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night so I tried not to focus so hard to stay awake this time. Therefore I just went back to sleep pretty fast. But I feel like everytime I try WILD I come a step closer to a successful attempt.

I'm in a room with a wolf, it's pretty big. It's not friendly, it's pregnant. I think we had some conversation but I'm not sure. Suddenly a big squad with guns comes in and shoot the wolf. Suddenly it's much bigger than before. The wolf is dying and I approach it. The wolf apparently digged out her stomach with her babies in it and asks me to take care of her babies. I say that I can. I see the babies and they are nothing like wolf babies, they are more like black slugs with weird elephant trunks. I don't remember more but the next dream is strongly tied to the feeling of this one and may be the same dream.

I'm in the jungle, I'm being hunted. There is a black Jeep next to me. I know the hunters are approaching but I don't know from where. I decide to hide in the tall grass to my right. The ones hunting me come and I lay still in the grass. I don't remember more. Next dream is more everyday like.

I'm walking a street outside my house. I don't remember any people walking on the streets. Suddenly I come to my friends door who live next to me. If the curtains are not down you are able look into his room if you jump. I try to look into his room and I see him sitting by his computer. I knock on the window and as I do, there is a slam in the middle of the house. I am scared that I might have woken his parents because IRL sometimes my friend tells me to send a message to him instead of knocking because his parents are sleeping. He opens the door and we greet each other without any physical contact, but we usually do have a handshake. Suddenly my dad comes and I'm shocked. He says he could come because something about his running shoes. I Just accepts his random explanation. The door to my friend's house is closed and I open it, afterwards I try to do a handshake with my friend (It's a weird order to do things. I would absolutely handshake him first and let him open the door IRL). He doesn't have any emotions and doesn't care about my outstretched arm. I feel ignored and it's not pleasant. I don't remember more.

I laid in my bed half counscious the last hour of my sleep from about 08:00-09:00 and saw many pictures I can't recall. First time that has happened and I am positive!

Possible recurring elements: Being hunted and hiding. Fighting. Parenthood.

Notes: I dreamt the wizard dream because my siblings had a Harry Potter discussion in the back of the car while I was driving yesterday (it got pretty intense). Voldemort was present because my brother said that Voldemort is the protagonist of Slitherin, not Malfoy, and I disagreed in my mind. I'm very sure the monster in the wizard dream came from an anime I saw a time ago, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood. The big green round monster who spit glue like saliva against people, but it didn't spit in my dream. The fighting scene with the monster was in third person I'm pretty sure about.

The wolf dream is very interesting because it has elements that is dear to me. I would like to interpret it like this. The wolf is me, I often think that the world is a nasty place and that people are naturally bad. I sometimes go to attack and criticize the world we live in, how my country handles things, how school could be much better but it's built badly and how money rules the world. The wolf is not friendly and that is me, it has a negative attitude against the soldiers. The soldiers who shoot me is school and other things I find destructive. School has made me depressed sometimes and the soldiers could be shooting destructive "depression" bullets against me. The wolf was dying and wanted me to take care of her children. I love children and have always wanted to have children myself. But I am afraid about this world and I am not sure if I have the right to give birth to someone into this world. I know that my children may commit suicide or be depressed. My wish to have babies but fear of them becoming sad and hurt is the wolf's babies. They may become like the wolf's misformed babies. And I may not be the best father, I may not be there for my children like the wolf who left her babies.

I haven't spent time with my friend in the last dream in a long time and I thought about inviting him and his smaller brother to shoot with me (we have just bought an air gun) two days ago. He was like an empty shell in the dream and I'm not sure what that means. Maybe it's because I haven't seen him in a long time and that our friendship may perish if I don't talk with him soon. My dad talked about shoes and jogging in the dream because he told me to get better jogging shoes three days ago.

Wow, I have never made a deep analysis like this before. The dream about the wolf may just be analysed a bit too much but it's more fun if I were to interpret it correctly so I have decided to believe in my analysis.

The last nights I have dreamt about being chased and trying to hide. I'm not sure what those are about but I'm going to look for more of this theme in future dreams.

Morning of May 9, 2020. Saturday. Dream #: 19,500-03. Reading time: 1 min 50 sec.

This dream occurred near the middle of my sleep cycle in a deeper state. I was surprised to find an article yesterday that claimed researchers have found what I had already known for over fifty years. It is that dream content tends to correlate with the depth of sleep (for example, less conflict in a deeper sleep and more social impositions in lighter sleep, the way my dreams have worked every sleep cycle, and the fundamental foundation for the waking transition and reticular activating system dynamics).

In this dream, there is no recall of my current waking life or the world’s status. I am in Alan Brady’s office, as on “The Dick Van Dyke Show” (that I have not seen or thought about for some time). The only characters from the television show in my dream are Jerry and Millie Helper.

I look in boxes on Alan Brady’s desk when I am not supposed to be here. It is a typical sorting dream, where I keep finding many different features over a long period. There are several packages and a manilla envelope as well as books (some science-fiction). There are several checks, but I do not think I could cash them, though I briefly consider it.

I find a small worn cardboard box with a piccolo used in a movie Alan Brady (Carl Reiner) starred. It has leaf motifs amateurishly painted on it (with thick paint) in various colors. The lip plate with the appearance of the Nutcracker soldier is missing. I first feel it (somatosensory phasing). (The situation is false memory from the “I Am a Fine Musician” act on “The Dick Van Dyke Show.” Mary Tyler Moore played the imaginary piccolo, and the four actors dressed as the Nutcracker soldier.)

There is a surveillance camera in Alan’s office in a corner near the ceiling. I move stuff around on his desk, but I sit on the floor out of its range at other times. When I put stacks of materials back into the largest box, I consider it is not the original way they were stored, but I am unconcerned.

I think of telling Millie Helper about the piccolo, but I do not. Still, Jerry and Millie do not seem to think I am doing anything wrong and remain cheerful. Looking at the carpet, I see a multi-colored splash of ink or paint in the form of a mandala. Although I am unsure whether I had caused the carpet’s changes, I start instinctually enhancing the somatosensory illusion. As I move my hand, I pull long strands of yellow yarn from the carpet, noticing narrow gaps revealing the floor. It is my usual liminality modulation, though horizontal instead of vertical, stemming from my sleeping position (my head being more downward).

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Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

Me and my dad went camping yesterday and it was pretty cold so I had a hard time sleeping and woke up pretty often. I wake up and feel pretty normal, suddenly a huge pain in my back arises but it's more like an itch amplified by a thousand. Of course I want to scratch it but my arm won't move, my mind tells me that my dad is 100% sitting on me. Suddenly I can move and scratch my back and my dad is sleeping next to me, he was never sitting on me. It almost felt like a nightmare were you can't run properly, but I wasn't asleep. I have no idéa if it was a SP. I wake up later in the night and have another scary experience. Suddenly it's like I can not breath, suddenly I can breath again and I really gasp after air at first. Later in the night I have a dream.

I'm in an old shack in the woods, I remember my cousins are there. I am being hunted by a big unnatural man with a scary army of unnatural people. I see the army and my hunter through the window. I try to escape the shack but my 6 year old cousin hits me with a toy and I am for some reason playing with his game and childishly I pretend that I faint. I am being taken by my hunter. I don't remember more even though I am sure there was more to the dream.

Possible recurring elements: My best cousins.

Notes: Because I slept in the woods the dream was in the woods. Today we will have a birthday party with my best cousins, probably that's why they were in the dream.

The dream started with this weird and slighty disgusting, almost Junji Ito-inspired anime about a failing relationship. The main protagonist, had a white shoebox that was linked to any toilet he used, and anything dropped into the toilet would appear, wrapped, in the shoebox. He kept looking back at old videos and pictures of his relationship, and most of the story was told in retrospect as the main protagonist kept dealing with his broken relationship and the shoebox, eventually his partner comes back, and she's inflicted with chronic vomiting, and is also linked to the shoebox.

Some time later, I discovered a fair and food festival in my dad's old home town, an odd game of hook the ducks with some dutch guys was there, and dutch carnival music was sounding out throughout the tent, weirdly, a lot of the bodies of water they were using in the unusually sized tent were in the the shape of pool tables, and there was also a dedicated duck slide on one of them.

After attempting to leave a classroom, I got lost and found my way into an auxiliary library.
after exploring, and not really knowing where I was, I found that the library was being used as a classroom.

The environment shifted around me when I was attempting to leave, and all of a sudden the class was for fictional heroes.
One of them was what I thought I called a beast hero, he was like some kind of eevee-sandshrew hybid, his powers were basically the animal copy ability from Kirby: Squeak Squad. His personality was definitely the brooding edgy rival type, with a tendency to snap at people. I didn't remember his name, but after probing my subconcious, something like "Tekkan" came back. After a while, another hero got possessed or went rogue, and for some reason, the batter from OFF was there, and the entire scene eventually transitioned into what appeared to be a fan-made sequel to the game, imatating the original artstyle, but with seeming influences from cactus and andrew hussie.

The possessed hero was basically the final boss of the game, and the game basiclly revolved around beating him by strengthening yourself, and weakening the opponent. Interestingly enough, when I was chasing a speedy enemy, the path eventually led back to my house, and then to my bedroom where I woke up, and the enemy progressively began to look more like me.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid
I am upstairs with my school band members. We just walk around and are having a nice time with each other. I think some of them had drinks in their hands. New dream fragment, I'm not sure if I got this picture when I tried WILD this night or if it is a part of my last dream. I am suddenly downstairs in my parents bedroom, there are two strangers in the bed, laying on each side of the bed. I only notice the person to the left. The person to the left is suddenly a new stranger Then I wake up

Possible recurring elements: My house, schoolmates

Notes: I remember the keyboard player mostly. Maybe because I have a keyboard in the room we were in. I woke up 03:30 this night to WILD, but I didn't succeed sleeping again so I have only slept 5,5 hours this night.

Lucid but too short

It seems like I am walking through a park late at night in calgary. Something like Proncess island park because I am coming from a bridge. I get a sense that I'm dreaming almost instantly. Because it is night out, a blackness fills my field of vision. I begin touching the ground where some sand is immediately to try and incorporate my senses into the dream. It stabalizes momentarily but then I remember an old DV post, from someone who once prolonged a dream by trying to eat a tree. becuase that incorporates many physical sensastions such as touch, taste, smell, texture etc. I then remember i had passed a tree by the bridge earlier. I seemilngly teleport there and try to eat it but fade out before anything happens. Damn...

Hate this dream

This dream involved Jamie but she wasn't necessarily in it.. Started I was getting a visit from my brother and we were walking around houses or open markets or something. He's visiting in real life since i can't make my trip to the USA because of travel restrictions due to the pandemic... In the dream I ask if he's watched Star Trek Picard yet? He says no. I tell him I'll get yet another month of Crave so we can watch it while he visits. He says okay but he is grossed out by something and leaves.

It appears I am surrounded by Gay people having orgies... umm okay. everything is very graphic. It's also on computer monitors throughout the street or houses I am in. It makes sense as I run into an old co worker from 2011 Gil. Who i know IS gay. We are in a room with some women in it and he says he knows Jamie and runs into her occasionally, there's a place or street he goes to and he runs into her 1 in 3 times. I find it odd that he might know her. One of the women says, "Oh no your another guy she's used." implying i'm a long list of guys she has discarded. in Her condition is makes sense. people with BPD rarely settle down with anyone for long periods of time, so many embrace a more open lifestyle, of never sticking with anyone. She DID give the impression of a serial dater when I knew her. and stopped talking to me altogether years ago... I ask the woman if we are talking about the same Jamie and give her her full name. and she says, "yes, that's the one." Gil says again, "We can still try to run into her there's a 1 in 3 chance." I stand there and try to justify myself for a second of trying to hold onto her. Fact: She can't even manage a simple "hi," after years. I am forever discarded, Even of she reads my dreams she would never ever talk to me again, I would get a fraction of a second of a look once she realizes who I am, and completely shut down towards me.

I wake up while thinking all these things. This dream really bothered me for a few days after... and it actually kind of upsets me to write it down.

Jamie

Another fraction of a second dream whew i am walking with jamie, and she seems "normal," walking arm in arm. But that's all I get for the week.

OGRE

Scary dream. i am in a house filled with monster or something. I find a kitchen where a mad scientist works. I walk past a living room where a giant guy about 8 feet tall is cutting hair off a lamb and muttering to himself, "Ah yess so smooth will be your skin, like butter it will be to eat..." I am frightened by the scene and hid above a shelf in the kitchen. The scientist is walking back into the kitchen. So I dart out past the living room again. Now a whole heard of 30 or so sheep are in the living room getting their wool cut off from the same guy. His brother enters the room who is like 16 feet and i realize the soft sheep are for his brother. I wonder if he eats them alive. I don't stick around to find out. The dream ends as soon as I leave.

Had an awful lot of trouble recalling anything, but I picked out the most recent fragment before ending my dream cycle.

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I'm walking through what appears to be a train, but with some rooms being as large as ones you'd find in a house. I'm blasting out a new Trivium song that sounds like power metal, something that this band doesn't typically do. I was impressed by the vocals. I believe some schoolmates were involved.

Possible recurring elements:
-Matt Heafy
-Schoolmates

Notes:
-Second dream in a row featuring Matt Heafy from Trivium
-I vaguely remember schoolmates being a part of this. Would not be surprised if true

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I start off on a bus with old classmates, heading out on a school trip. I have various conversations that I couldn't recall, probably nonsense, until we arrive at out destination - a shopping centre similar to the one in my city, only slightly different. The teacher told us as we got off the bus that we could go home at 12:15pm if we happen to get lost/separated from the group. Immediately as the group leaves, I fall behind but soon catch up in the food hall, and get some destination information from the teacher assistant. I look on google maps and it points to a city 45 minutes away by car. I ignore it and go my own way to get KFC. I find myself back at the entrance of the shopping centre, this time with the other students, who are sitting down in some kind of lesson outside. I decide to play Spelunky for a little bit, with Matt Heafy from Trivium assigned to protect me for some reason. A large lantern falls off a post right next to me, startling us. I pick the lantern up and cut myself, causing my finger to bleed. I felt the pain as I carried the massive lantern into the shopping centre to give to security. I pass it to someone and he puts it on top of a wardrobe to look at later. I head back to class and decide to help an illiterate student learn to use a keyboard. This keyboard, however, is totally nonsensical, with some keys being labelled as simply "ooooo" and various punctuation. I get scolded by the teacher for not paying attention, but answer all of her questions correctly and brag about doing so on Facebook. Soon after, I draw a really childish caterpillar in MS Paint but have trouble filling the shape in with green, and eventually wake up.

Possible recurring elements:
-Spelunky
-Schoolmates
-Bus
-Local city

Notes:
-Second Spelunky dream, I've been playing almost daily for the last couple weeks. Ref. Dream #8
-Yet another dream involving schoolmates on a bus. Ref. Dream #1 and #2. I've noticed in some of my later 2012 DJ entries, I commented how the school dreams were returning. Seems like this has been an element for years
-First dream in the local city, but a local area nonetheless

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I start at work, having an argument with my sister. Nothing in particular, she's just mad at me for whatever reason my brain decided to generate. We're arguing outside, where it's dark but active with people. She sends some disgusting, bald, mutated horses after me, but I escape and lock myself inside the warehouse - the door being notably different than in real life. My sister and I decide to have a contest to settle the score, and a big black guy ripped straight out of Bayonetta escorts us to a neighbourhood, still night time. I get in a car and immediately crash it into a house, where I get out and run into a nearby forest with a very familiar layout. Now I am with an old 2012 friend I had from here, walking with flashlights through the dark forest pathway. We spot movement on a bridge that seems to be 2-3 bears of varying fur colours. They leave and we move on. Finally at the end, now daytime, I see a large house on its own that now belongs to me. There's a rich kid sprinting around it in circles, he seems familiar from my last dream also themed around contests. In the distance, down a very long road, a radio/electricity tower stands. After some vague discussion, it falls over, and we head over to investigate. Somehow, we pull it back up but it falls back over.

Though very hazy, I think I recall more competitions at the previous house.

Possible recurring elements:
-Local forest
-Work
-Family
-Competition

Notes:
-Same forest path as Dream #6
-Work and family, two pretty standard occurrences
-Two dreams back to back with competitions of some sort