non-lucid

NON-LUCID DREAM LUCID

This is my first dream I recorded in my DJ.

I woke up and started writing in my journal while still half asleep. I think because I was still half asleep I could easily think back to the different parts of my dream. I was actually writing while my eyes were closed for a bit, that's how semi asleep I was.

Was really cool how much of my dream i remembered compared to normal simply by making notes about it as I woke up.

I was on a school bus which had a big flatscreen TV in it. On it was playing some kind of monkey documentary. I really didn't want to watch it at first but then i started to really get in to it.

Next thing I was inside the documentary, very high up in a huge tree. The tree was like Enid Blyton's Magic Faraway Tree - it had a magical feel to it and I felt happy to be there. Was kind of like the tree's in Avatar too.

Further down the tree I saw two orange monkeys/orangutan's doing an extremely complex dance that involved mutiple levels in the tree. I was impressed. Then they proceeded to have mate...

I'm now in a house, similar to the Cullen's house in twilight. I'm inside with some people and we seem to be hiding from something. Then i'm outside and a creature attacks me. It looks like the funny flying thing from The Neverending Story, except it's face is black. I don't really see it's body. It kind of bites me on the shoulder or arm but it doesn't have teeth.

I wake up in a hospital, everything is kind of blurry and I try say something but can't really. My mom is there and she's worried. I drift out of consciousness again.

I wake up again and feel like something is off. I'm not quite sure what it is... I just feel strange and like i'm not functioning properly. I get up and stride along confidently but there's a kind of entourage of people following me. I'm irreverent to it though, I kind of feel like Vinnie Chase in Entourage, like it's normal to have that attention. I notice that people are kind of looking at me worriedly though.

I click, and ask my mom if I have brain damage. She's upset and explain that after i hit my head and was taken to hospital the doctors found a tumor on my spine and operated on it. I'm not sure what this all means and don't know what the ramifications of it are.

I then find out I had been a social recluse after my incident with the animal attack. I've clearly lost my memory of this and have become a different person after the operation, maybe had a personality change.

This relates to the book I'm reading at the moment, Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, where the protagonist is a brilliant professor who loses his mind and is institutionalized, only to emerge with a new personality and no recollection of his former I dentity. It also has parallels to Bruce Wayne in the Dark Knight Rises. He is a broken recluse at the start of the movie and has no hope or will to live.

It looks as though nobody believed me about the mysterious animal attack and everyone thought I had gone crazy. So I became reclusive and spent all my time writing obsessively about the beast i'd encounted. The whole situation was kind of mysterious and it appeared as though there might be something strange going on.

Later a nurse hides me out of site while doctors talk about me. I can't really understand what they're talking about but i get the big picture - what happened with me was a coverup of some sorts. There were people who didn't want the story to get out, and so something had been done to me.

I felt an overwhelming sense of victimization. What had been done to me was not right. Luckily there was a nurse with big boobs who gave me a hug... This seemed to cheer me up.

What was interesting about this dream was the vivid senses that accompanied it. I really got a feeling that I was in some mystery story. And the confusion felt very real, as well as the feeling of having lost my identity after the surgery and my mental functioning being different. It wasn't quite like I was more stupid... It was more like i'd lost a part of me that was holding me back, like my EGO. I felt almost like the guy in Limitless, like i'd tapped into a higher level of consciousness or something.

Also, the feeling of being in the magical tree was awesome.

I also think I may have almost become lucid when i woke up and felt something was off. I just couldn't quite get what it was.

08.16.2012

Blackmail & Lady's HOT voice (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

(Just keeping this for reference: Lady in bed is similar to a lady I talked to about where I wanted to go in life while on my trip to New York, and I had feelings she was into me, even though she is currently married...name starts with "S")....some note that was....ha!!!!

I believe I'm with my father and mother again, and we're getting ready to pack our things and move somewhere. I don't know where, but somewhere, the environment is dark gray, with white lights emitting from above. I remember seeing a vehicle parked next to them, and it honestly feels like I'm in a parking garage.

I wanted to go back to the elevator to the room we were in before, I take the elevator, but I'm not aware of picking any kind of floor, I just go in, and I guess things happened just like that. The elevator opens, and I enter into a room. It's dark, with little lighting, and I looked at the bed right in front of me.

Someone is obviously sleeping here, but I can't tell who, they have themselves covered with white sheets. I have a feeling it's someone I know in waking life, so I make sure I walk silently to get whatever it is that I wanted. I don't know where I went, but I came back to the bedroom that was near the elevator door.

I look at the bed one more time, and I see the person is finally awake. I'm shocked at first, but I decided I might as well stay for a while and see who it is. She has black hair, she looks up to me and asks me something related to why I'm leaving so soon or something like that.

She really didn't want to see me go, and I assumed so based on her voice, it was so kind to me, it's as if she wanted me to hold my position near the bed and not move one inch. She had way of words, because I honestly could not see any reason to leave so soon. Whatever it is she said to me, god.....

Her voice was so bloody enticing, it it possible to be fully turned on by someone's voice?

After a while, I had to say goodbye to this lady, and I guess she did so as well. I go into the elevator, not even paying attention to which floor I picked in advanced. Then I get a flash in my mind of being in that same bedroom again with the lady with the enticing, lewd, and sexy voice.

It seems I had a recording of her before I talked to her of when she had sex with someone. The voice recorder resembles the model I have in waking life that I wanted to use for recording lectures, but there just a few extra buttons, and I think it was a different color in this dream.

Anyway, I play the recording, and I hear her moans as whoever it is continues to penetrate her. She starts using dirty words in synch with her screams and moans of pleasure. After the recording ends, I'd say it was 10 seconds overall, there was a button that gave me the option of sending this information to VH1.

LOL what?

I was tempted to press this button, and I think I even clicked it, but I clicked it one more time to cancel the transfer. Apparently, the transfer would be wireless, and I heard all sorts of beeping sounds that I didn't know verified what. I was worried that I was probably to late when I wanted to cancel it, because there were a few beeps occurring that would sound like I sent something in correctly.

I find another button on the recorder where I could see the video of her having sex with someone. She has herself in the spread eagle position, bracing against the bedhead, and sheets covering most of her waist and part of her legs. I can't see who's having sex with her, but it's a person with light skin tone for sure.

Definitely not her husband as far as I know.

Don't tell me I'm a manwhore in my dreams now......

OKAY, back to the dream, she's really enjoying what this man is giving her, and I hear the voice recording go in synch with the video, so it really is the video version of it. I even get tempted to send that to VH1 as well, but I don't think I do.

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08.16.2012

Feigning Crying and Social Anxiety (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There was a lot going on in this dream, so it's really hard managing how things started out.

Holy crap, I need to get better with this recall thing and making sure the only thing I do is type my dreams out the first time I wake up.....this dream could be longer, but because I had trouble synching those events together......eh......just another thing to conquer.

I remember being inside of a house, it's fairly dark inside, the windows emitting light from the moonlight is pretty much the only thing keeping this house from looking like it went into a blackout or something. I remember parts where I would come in and out for something, and every time, I would see a couple in a bedroom doing random things.

One was a man in a black tuxedo, and the other would be a woman in a red dress that had portions of the dress that completely wrapped her to where her hourglass body structure was apparent. I took these people for random dream characters, even though I know them being manifested are part of my dream signs of seeing a females in red dresses.

So much passive demeanor, it's as if I have a naivete of a child that still believes babies are delivered through storks. It's so sickening, but I let myself play things out to see how they go, I just have to....I don't know why....

I open the door to get outside, and now it's night time, with the tall street lights emitting light orange light, saturating the clean concrete that is now a cul-de-sac. I look around, and see that people are sitting around the edges of the cul-de-sac in fold-able chairs (mostly).

I see that most are young females, though I didn't really take the time to start doing a mental rating of who's hot and who's not because I was insecure on how I looked to them. They were passing glances at me, causing more mental stinging on my part, which forces me to resort to something to distract myself from their gazes.

I take my left arm out while continuing to walk, and pretended that I had to do some random inspection of it, even scratching it because I felt a slight itch on it.

I did this for a while, and then resorted to rubbing my the top of my head all the way down to my chin, pretending that I was tired. I finally reached the end of the cul-de-sac where a straight line would be formed, and sat next to a random person in the small get together everyone is having around here.

Someone informs me that someone had died, but I can't remember who specifically. In my mind, I honestly did not care about their death, because it didn't trigger any emotions of sadness for anyone that I knew that I thought was close to me. But since this person is trying to be gregarious with me, I started to feign feelings of sorrow.

I even stood up for a while to ask in a pretentious shock, "Really??? Him???" I slowly descend down to the ground again, covering up my eyes with my hands, making wringing motions as if I'm going to cry.

No.....merely feigning tears at this point, but I did make sounds to show that I was crying, and I honestly tried to cry to make it seem like I cared, but it only ended up with little more water saturating my eyes, but only at that, no dripping at all.

I did feel some kind of liquid stained below my eyes, but it was most likely the sweat accumulating from wringing my hands to feign the tears. I get up, and decided to go back inside of the random house I was in before.

I think the dream shifts at this point, and there's one part that I feel doesn't belong, but here goes.

I'm inside a house, it feels like the same random house, except it's now daytime, judging by how bright the windows are emitting light, even going through transparent light gray curtains reflecting some of it back. There are a lot of people in here, I'd say 5+, including my father. I pay no attention to the other people except my father.

The walls in the house are light green, similar to a house I've been too before for vacation. There's an entertainment center just like the one in waking life. It has a glossy and shiny dark brown painted wood finish to it. There's also a bunch of items and accessories around the place, but I only focus on my father.

He's wearing his glasses, and seems to be talking to someone at the moment. I get closer to my father, just waiting for him to include me in the conversation. I don't know why I wanted to, but I just kept quiet until he makes a response about me. He talked about how I would call him constantly to update on small things.

I get annoyed by this, and told him that I don't do that kind of stuff. He looks at me seriously, but then puts on a smile and taps my head with his finger.

WTF, did you just do the "Itachi" tap on the forehead just now? LOL, I'm not Sasuke bro (Sorry, maybe Naruto Shippuden fans might get what I said).

Spoiler for What kinda sorta happened...:P:

It made me calm down though, the tap on the forehead that is....what the hell.....WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED. LOL, was I being petted just now?

I couldn't really do anything, couldn't really feel any kind of anger trying to get it's way back into my reality again...damn it...

I turn to the man that my father is talking to, and he puts his hands out, and I shook his hand. I didn't know his name at all, all I remember is him wearing a Hawaiian type of dress shirt with dark gray dress pants. I knew he had a dark skin tone, and then I decided to leave the house.

The dream shifts again, and now I'm back in the same night time at the cul-de-sac. I still reform to pretending that I'm trying to make sure I'm fine, because the female glares still kept mentally stinging my mind, and this time, when I reached the end of cul-de-sac......

I see a mirror in front of me, and I see myself....I'm wearing the yellow and black horizontally striped sweater I have in waking life, along with denim looking jeans. These jeans were a bit too small for me, in length, but they were perfectly fine in width. I looked so innocent, and I still had some focus on how short the jeans were.

That's all I remember for that one.

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08.16.2012

Passenger Seat (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a vehicle, most likely the Chevy Blazer my father owns in waking life, and I'm on the passenger seat. I pay no attention to my father at all, or whoever it is that's driving.

I have my body faced perpendicular to how they're sitting, and the door on my side was completely opened while they were driving. So I'm facing the door that would've been closed instead of facing the front windows.

Ignoring the obvious that this is a dangerous thing to do, the passive demeanor on my part is absolutely remarkable. I actually enjoyed having the vehicle door opened, and I realized that there were a few things contained in the little slots on the top and bottom door.

It's bright as day outside, but since we're going pretty fast, the wind makes me ignore looking up in the sky. The breeze felt so nice......probably my fan in waking life at my apartment blowing in high speeds is what is causing this homologous variation in my dream.

Anyway, there seems to be a black leather folder contained in the bottom slot of the car door that's opened, and also a stack of papers packed closely together with a black binder clip on the right side.

The top ends of the papers are blowing very rapidly, but everything is safely contained in the bottom slot. Nothing is going to come out at all, despite the rapid winds from the vehicle going at high speeds (I'd say 70+ mph) because that's the point where if you were to slide down the window, it would just be constant wind blasting in your ear.

I have my seat belt on, so I guess I'm not that passive. =P

I have my shins forming a V shape, which makes my feet align closely together, and I have one of my elbows resting on top of the other hand that's perpendicular to the same elbow having the forearm up so I can rest the side of my face on my hand.

I'm just looking at traffic, random traffic, seeing the cars go by a little slower than what we're going out. In fact, there seems to be a traffic delay, and then I noticed the vehicle I'm in slows down to their speed now. I guess this just gives me more time to look at my environment, whoop dee doo!

But I really took the time to pay attention to the traffic, and I honestly cannot comprehend why I want to locked in this position facing away from whoever it is that's driving for me. I see a couple of people's faces waiting for the traffic to start disperse. On my side, the vehicle is probably going at 1-5 mph, but at least it's moving compared to the others at a complete stop.

One noticeable dream character though, as the vehicle on my side continues to advance, I see one lady with only her left side having a complete eye, nose, and mouth. The right side was completely gone, or at least overshadowed by extreme darkness.

In order to not show that I was really freaked out by this, since she was looking at me, I take the hand on my right side that was resting on the right side of my jawline, and shifted it diagonally to cover my mouth while closing my eyes at the same time.

I felt so ashamed that I couldn't contain myself with being shocked that this woman's face did not show completion on both sides. I kept closing my eyes, wishing things could speed up a bit more so that this same lady would just be like those other random dream characters that would be faded away from my mind.

I'm sure I opened my eyes again at some point, but just wanting to forget that lady's visage was my main priority. It just kept stinging to me mentally, "be grateful on how you look."

DAMN IT.....thanks for the belittlement repressed feelings!

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08.16.2012

Taylor Swift Acrobatics (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a room mostly with shades of brown, and I'm near a table with a paper bag in the middle. The table is light gray, extremely thin, and supported by black metal legs. I see a blonde sitting on the floor a few feet away from the table.

She looks exactly like Taylor Swift, and she's wearing a fancy light violet dress that is slightly transparent. She looks cute, and she's doing some really random things on the floor. The floor was a faded brown, and the lights from above made a reflection on it.

The Taylor Swift lookalike has her elbow resting on her other hand so she can rest her jawline. Then she starts getting a little too open with herself.

She literally does a leg split, showing her panties, which are also a color of violet!

Isn't this cute?!?!? She matches everything together! Go Taylor! /sarcasm.

(I don't hate her, just couldn't help but be amazed on how she matches everything....EVERYTHING....)

After watching her giving me a show of her panties, someone comes in, and I think after they talk for a while, I realize the paper lunch bag is actually for me. I started getting ecstatic for no apparent reason, and I had some weird hunch that women would be inside of the brown paper lunch bag.

Lmfao, what the heck was wrong with me in this dream??

I opened the lunch bag, and it had all sorts of treats, small blueberry muffins (oh man, they looked soooooo tasty), and all sorts of little desserts inside. I think the person wanted to take one inside the bag, but I just moved the bag away from them.

MINE MINE MINE is pretty much my behavior in the dream.

Crocodile

I'm playing with a graphics editing program. I'm trying to make a realistic 3-D model of a tree. I've found some textures and random generation algorithms from various other sources, and I'm trying to see how well they can be combined. For example, the models for the fruit on the tree come from Skyrim. Now, I manage to generate a tree. But it's one of those strangler fig trees from the jungle, and the setting is just a basic North American backyard. Also, the branches sometimes have a weird orthogonal slant. I'm not sure exactly how to fix these problems, short of designing my own textures for a tree, and that would be very complicated. I also notice that there's a thin spot in the middle of the tree--not enough leaves there. I spend some time trying to make an extra branch and affix it manually. The patch looks okay from a distance, but when I enter the 3-D environment and rotate the tree by grabbing a branch and pulling it sideways, it's clear that the new branch doesn't quite connect to the rest of the tree. It's just floating in the air in the right general location.

I look over the white picket fence bordering the yard. My parents are visible through the glass doors of the next house. One house over, a big group of 9 or 10-year-old kids is having a pool party. And on the other side of the fence from the pool is a crocodile. Wait, what!? Sure enough, there's a live, fifteen-foot crocodile sort of hanging upside down off of the fence. I'm both terrified and excited by this. In any case I'm definitely going to stay up here in my tree. There's a guy crouching next to the crocodile, but I'm not worried for him. He's probably from animal control or something.

I call out to my parents. "Mom! Dad! Look, it's a crocodile!"

They open the glass door and come outside. "Oh, have they come to pick it up already?" my dad says. I guess they already knew the crocodile was here. Meanwhile, the kids at the pool party are still busy doing cannonballs from the diving board.

Suddenly, the crocodile snarls at my dad. He crouches, but he looks frantic and confused and there's nowhere to run. The crocodile lunges, and Dad trips backwards over a white plastic lawn chair, which falls between them. Then, to my horror, my mom jumps on the crocodile and tries to wrestle with it. "Shit!" I say, desperately. She should have run. I can't see exactly what's going on, because my mom's back is to me. I wonder if I should try to help, or if that would only get me killed as well. Then I see blood and bits of flesh spilling onto the patio. It must have gotten her neck. "Shit," I moan, overcome with horror at the fact that I'm watching someone die, and that someone is my mother. Somehow, I'm on the ground, and her body lands next to me. There's definitely something wrong with the shape of her neck, and there's blood all over. I wake up.

Math Seminar

I'm sitting in the audience for a math seminar. Absently, I look at the speaker for the first time in a while. It takes me a minute to realize that instead of Prof. S, the speaker is a very broad-shouldered man whom I don't know. He looks very strong, he's in shape, and he's not wearing a shirt. Huh. The man explains somewhat embarrassedly that he's advertising for a company whose logo appears on his shorts. Also, I guess he's the substitute teacher for the math seminar, and he's kind of hoping that we won't talk much about math, since he doesn't know much about it.

This is the second half-naked man I've seen in the math department today. I guess the female undergrads must be feeling pretty lucky. Anyway, after the seminar I walk onto the stage and see that the guy's not wearing shorts now, either, or underwear. He's picking up his clothes and getting ready to leave.

At some point later, I discover that I'm wearing only a T-shirt and underwear, and my shorts are around my ankles. I feel somewhat irrationally superior to the substitute speaker in that I decide to pull up my pants, instead of taking off my underwear like he must have done in the same situation. But I do recognize that I'm probably just jealous.

Math Book

One of my friends in the math department leads me into a side room where the floor is covered in dozens of packets of paper, printouts from various mathematical lectures and books. He hands me the printout of the last chapter of the book I've been working through. When I go back and add this chapter to the rest of the book, I take a moment to contemplate the book as a whole. It's in a very rough state: for example, after I add a couple of entries to the glossary at the back, I notice that some of the definitions end with commas, some with periods, and some with nothing. It will take some work to clean up, but I'm still proud of it. I think I understand a little better the essence of a math book. It's not all about the typesetting and the grammar--it's about the content, and content is what we have.

Piano Lesson

Three of us are sitting in a room, waiting. We're all musicians. A friend of ours is having a piano lesson in the next room. The two others decide to rehearse a tricky spot from the string quartet they'll be playing in the recital. I'm a bit uncomfortable with this, since I'm worried about the noise being heard in the next room. It looks like one of the older adults who's back here with us is about to come over and stop them, but then she decides it's unnecessary. I guess if she thinks it's okay, then I'd better not worry about it.

Frags:

• Playing a platform game of some kind.

Alright, this dream was very patchy, I am not sure what I can remember about it, I am just writing it down to hopefully improve my recall a bit.

I remember my brother having to leave the home for some reason to get an apartment. I remember about this apartment/cabin thing I was given before(My only guess as to why it was so familiar is from a previous dream, but I remembered it in good detail, and I have never been there irl). I decide that since I never use this cabin, perhaps my older brother can use it. So I look around the place, have a good feeling some soda is in the mini fridge, check inside, and there is like 12 Dr Pepper, 3 root beer, and a coke or two inside. I closed the fridge, look around, it feels like a log cabin or something. Hard to explain in full detail, but the place seemed familiar, as if from a previous dream, like I said. I believe it was only one room, but it had stairs that went up to a second floor, with a bed and some other stuff, almost like a bedroom there.

I leave the home/cabin/thing for a while, for whatever reason..Next thing I remember I walk back to the place, me and my brother seem to be hanging out there, I look in the fridge, and there is no soda inside, instead the soda is on a white table in the room, and the sodas are still cold, but I have the feeling they have been out a while.

Next thing I remember I go outside, into this trailer park, every home is fenced in, I look around, it is evening/dusk. I walk through some backyards, climbing over small fences. I get stuck in this one backyard, then this crazy lady comes out with her huge dog saying she will call the cops on me for trespassing, I try to run, but can't get out of the fence, the dog chases me, but that's about all I remember. I think I got out of the yard at least...

Looking back on this post a few years later, these were likely all separate dreams in the late morning. The dream memory was likely just that, a dream memory. They can be created in surprising detail at the start of any dream.

Walking Through Town
I'm walking down Salem St. toward Medford Square. There is a quadriplegic sitting/lying on a bench on the sidewalk. Several other people I pass seem to have physical or mental problems of their own. As I near the four-way intersection I can hear several kids running aimlessly across the street in my direction. "Filio! Filio!" they call out, trying to get my attention, but I know not to give it to them since they're just going to try to pickpocket me. The kids' parents call after them sluggishly, telling them to slow down, and as I keep walking I am very aware of my wallet in my front pants pocket.

I turn the corner and... something about wanting to go to the movies. There's a line of people standing a little ways down the sidewalk from me, and I can hear whispering. As I walk to where I think the theater is, a strange thing happens: every time I stop, thinking I've arrived, I'm actually standing in front of a small decrepit shop with a hole in the wall where the proprietor, an older black woman, looks out. She shushes me and tells me as quietly as possible that the theater is actually further down the road (with the implication that it *used* to be where I'm standing but something happened to change things). This odd sequence of events happens four or five times. By the time I actually get to the theater, which I think is called the Showbug?, I have lost all desire to see a movie and just want to get out of here.

Cinnamon Sticks
In the kitchen. A. is taking a shower, and he's taking forever, so I decide to have a bowl of cereal while I wait for my turn in the bathroom. Something is wrong with the cereal because the milk gets all sludgy and brown, but this doesn't bother me. What *does* bother me is that while I eat, I keep finding these long, hard black bars in the cereal that look like plastic (but I think to myself that they're cinnamon). Somehow I keep finding these "cinnamon" sticks, even though each time I fish one out of the bowl it looks like I've gotten all of them. I find four or five at least.

Once A. is done with the shower he goes into his room (which is across from mine, for some reason) and tells me to come in so he can show me something. He shows me a very primitive DOS-era computer game with bleepy PC speaker music apparently done by Masashi Hamauzu. The music is very simple and repetitive, and really annoying; the game itself doesn't even look finished (graphics don't seem like they're all there) and I'm not sure how A. is managing to play it in its current state. I'm starting to get annoyed because I know I'm going to be late for work.

I can remember four dreams from last night. In the first, I was at a summer camp. It was just a day camp. I'm not sure what kind of summer camp it was, but it was indoors, in a building that looked kind of like my basement. There were a bunch of other kids and teenagers there. I recognized three people from last year - Zelda, a girl with copper-coloured skin and dark, wavy hair, and a girl and a boy whose names I couldn't remember. Zelda was wearing a yellow dress and had her hair, which fell almost to her shoulders, partially pulled back into a ponytail. She was pretty.

Anyway, the group split into two. One group went upstairs, and the other stayed downstairs. I stayed downstairs, but the people I knew went upstairs. Soon, though, I found out that I was supposed to be with the other group, so I went back upstairs to find them.

After a while, we went back downstairs into a dining area. We were seated at tables. Each person was supposed to have a "date". I hadn't known that, but I assumed my date was going to arrive anyway, even though I had no clue who my date actually was. Someone else came to my table (each table could seat, like, six people, I think), also waiting for their date.

Someone came over and handed me a piece of paper with everyone's names on it, so I could choose who I wanted as my date. I checked off the box next to the name of the boy that I knew (I can't remember his name, though). Instead of him, though, four other boys came over.

I don't remember the exact transition, but we somehow ended up on a bus, where the boys were bullying us. I figured it wasn't really a big deal, though, since I know taekwondo and felt confident I could defend myself if necessary.

In my second dream last night, I was playing Petz 5, but it was nothing like Petz 5. It didn't even have any pets in it. I was scrolling through a list of minigames. In the thumbnail image for one of them, I noticed Deku Link (from Majora's Mask). I accidentally clicked on that game. It was like a platformer, except it scrolled down (and the scrolling was automatic, so you couldn't go too fast, or else you'd fall off the bottom of the screen). Before long, I'd fallen off the bottom of the screen. Instead of restarting the level, going to a "Game Over" screen, or anything else logical, it cut to a different scene (which looked like it was from a COMPLETELY different minigame, probably the next one) in a saloon.

That's when I got that sudden "click" to lucidity.

"This isn't Petz 5, is it?" I said, not exactly asking a question but, rather, declaring it out loud.

"Nope," my brother answered. It turned out he had been behind me. We were in my parents' room, he was on the bed, and the "computer screen" was just projected onto the wall.

Even though I was already certain I was dreaming, I did the hand RC just to double-check. Six fingers. Yep, I was dreaming.

My brother said something about having been up at three in the morning to get on the bus (presumably, to the summer camp from the previous dream, even though he wasn't in that dream). I corrected him, telling him we got on the bus at seven and that I would know because I was there.

I was still lucid, but I think the dream was trying to go back on autopilot, since arguing with my brother was apparently more important than any of my LD goals.

I woke up soon after. I felt awake and fairly refreshed, even though it was still dark out, so I think that must have been the end of an REM cycle that woke me up.

I went back to sleep and had a dream which fits neatly between the other two. This time, I was on the bus back from camp. The bus had one backwards-facing seat, so I decided to sit in that one. The bus stopped in a parking lot somewhere, where my mom was waiting. I was the only person to get off at that stop. After getting off, I realized I'd left my glasses on the bus, so I ran after the bus (it was already leaving), holding up a sign that said, "You forgot someone!"

The bus stopped and let me back on. I boarded the bus, took my glasses, and left.

I had one final dream last night. I was playing Wind Waker (I think) and came across an enemy that I think was either a Darknut or an Iron Knuckle (well, one of those things with a heavy suit of armour). When I got close to it, I noticed that it briefly turned red, then blue, then attempted to fire lasers at me. I figured out that red meant deactivated, while blue meant activated.

I started fighting it, but this game had a weird control method. Like a DS game, it was controlled with a stylus. However, I was using a toothbrush (the back of it, not the part with the bristles) as the stylus... and I could somehow reach the screen just fine, even though I was sitting on my bed, and the screen was where my window should be (it was the same size, too.

Anyway, I defeated it, and it turned red. However, it turned blue again shortly after, making me have to fight it again. This kept happening every time I defeated it, except it would only get partially revived most times.

Eventually, the toothbrush got ruined from being used - rather harshly - as a stylus. I came up with a better idea for how to defeat the Darknut. My mom was in the room, so I said to her, "Get me a weapon, but nothing too sharp, so I don't accidentally damage the screen or hurt myself." What I really meant was for her to go to the kitchen and get a knife. For some reason, I thought that would make the Darknut easier to defeat.

Then, I realized that whatever I used as a controller wouldn't matter, since it was the sword I had IN the game that mattered. Realizing that, I figured I could just use my hand, but not as a stylus; the game was apparently motion-controlled now, like a Kinect rather than a DS.

However, I decided that would be a bad idea, since it could reach out of the screen and attack me if I used my hands.

Too lazy to write it out:

Destery
TV room
Pizza sprinkles
Shower
Time zones
Twitter
Destery's fans

[COLOR="royalblue"]Non-Aware (Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="blue"]Partially Aware (Lucid Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="navy"]Fully Aware and Vivid (Astral Projection(OOBE)[/COLOR]

I went to bed early this night, but I didn't do any WILD attempt and I didn't remembered much vivid dreams.

[COLOR="royalblue"]I were in some bicycle marathon with my school and I talked to some classmates and this dream was very long, but not really special. I also remembering watching a youtube video about greek gods and I heard the auditory saying "Each god had it's own section of the elements, like water, mountains, clouds etc.".

I also dreamed that I went home and fell asleep in my bed but in the dream. Then I went back to school and saw that there were only three people there, two girl and one guy. We played some card game and I remember that one of them yelled "COPY!" and I asked them what that meant, and they described it but I couldn't understand it.
I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and I see that I have silver and blonde colored hair o. O

I went out to the group again and see that two of them are making out and I see that the other girl looks sad and lonely.
I take a seat next to her and I notice that she wants me to get closer, she kissed me sensually on the cheek, but when I lean in to kiss her on the mouth she backed away.

Then I woke up 04:17

I some dream where I met a woman who asked me if I could take care of here dog for a few minutes, it was a Labrador. But she never returned so I had to find her house. She said she lived in "Västrahamnen". When I got there I saw an old friend named Jacob and he was there with some girl. He behaved strangely real so I didn't become lucid. [/COLOR]

Dv Chat is still influencing me. I wish I could remember all of this dream but only this fragment remains.
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I recall having a brief DV chat with Artelis, though in thedream the name was confused with the spellings of Artulis, Asensual andAdwellis. I can tell why I was confusing the names and I realize that I need tospend a little less time on DV chat.
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And that’s all I recall from that dream fragment.
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Again a celebrity appears in my dreams, and this one wants to get me laid.

I actually left a few details out of this one. Some things I just don't feel like posting.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m sitting by a large swimming pool behind an expansivehouse, the kind I would expect to find in Westlake Hills on the west side ofthe city. The pool is well below the level of the house, illuminated bylandscaping lights that shine on the trees and the rock wall behind the poolwhich forms both a barrier and a cascading waterfall. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m opposite the waterfall on a lounge chair. Sitting acrossfrom me is Julie Haggerty from the movie Airplane. She is counseling me on somematter and seems to know that someone at the house has a crush on me. I talk toher and send her to go tell the stranger that I would be glad to meet them andI hope we can have sex. Julie seems eager to assist in getting us together.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I never get to meet the stranger though I do spend a littletime staring at my feet and thinking I should get a pedicure if I’m going toentertain.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I can't explain why I would dream of fried chicken. OMG, so much chicken!

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m at my dad’s house in California, evident by the spaciousrooms and the moldings along the walls in the living room. Several people arepresent though I do not know all of them. They appear to be friends of my dadand stepmom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Preparations are being made for a large party to coincidewith a celestial event that will be happening that evening. I don’t know whatit is but the event’s occurrence is so rare that people everywhere willcelebrate, though I feel there is also a hint of danger. I don’t know why Ifeel this as no one ever mentions the potential for doom.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]As the party will be quite big with many attendees much foodis needed. Stand-up baking racks fill the dining room, their shelves filledwith sheets of fried-chicken. There is clearly enough food to feed perhaps 75people or more and still the cooking continues. I wander around ready to helpbut no one asks for my assistance. I walk away thinking it might be a good timeto get a shower in.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I spent a lot of time in the DV Chat recently. It has influenced my dreams, much the way the forum does. Truly frightening.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in a un-real world, a fantastical setting that couldonly exist in a computer or movie. My viewpoint is that of an aerial cameraover a land devoid of substance. A whitish-blue mist forms the “bottom” of myview and appears to be the only defining feature of this landscape.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Out of the mist rises a platform, a lift about five meterson a side by my guess. The platform is a vehicle for the IRC DV chat and theletters of text pile up on it like stacked blocks. The tower of text isbuilding as it comes closer to my vantage point.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Before the platform can reach me the chat reaches a lull andthe letters begin to collapse as the chat dies following something said by ‘bennerman’,his user-name visible as the last text characters on the top of the pile. Asthe lull lengthens the platform begins to fall, a representation of the dyingchat that any member can cause with one poorly chosen reply.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And the dream ends.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I often dream of celebrities. I can't explain it.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m outside a local school which resembles a nearby juniorhigh. The ground is parched and dry and there is little grass. A lone treestands like a long-dead sentinel watching over a once-lush field. Now the landlooks abandoned and discarded, the hot sun baking any possibility of life outof the setting.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I find myself kicking around a football with Vince Vaughn,Angelina Jolie and Kevin Pollak. We seem a lively bunch for this barren areathough it’s clear by how the land is pounded down that children once playedhere. Angelina is laughing vibrantly and Kevin is sporting his usual smile thatalways makes it a little hard to tell if he’s truly having a good time or if hewouldn’t prefer to be watching football with a cold beer.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Vince Vaughn stands out from the bunch. He is wearing a blueterri-cloth bathrobe and is talking on a cellphone with little interest for thegame. He proclaims he wants to play with us but every time the ball comes tohim he attempts to absent-mindedly kick the ball, even when it’s not within hisreach. After a couple minutes we all stop and stare at him, slowly approachinghim from three sides and giving him our best sneers. [/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]All I can do is think that Vince Vaughn is a terriblefootball player and I doubt we will invite him next time.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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I am staying at my ex boyfriend Jaris's house, but it is really my grandma's old house from real life. There is a blindfolded naked white boy in one of the rooms. I am supposed to go in and have sex with him but instead I turn him down and he says he likes that I am not easy.

I am sharing a bed with Ronald (ex's deceased brother in real life) trying to sleep. He keeps touching me underneath the covers while his girlfriend is on the bed with us.

I am in a hospital wearing a gown and carrying my chair to my vanity. I go into the waiting room and I can't find my mom or her boyfriend and I get pissed off. I sit down along the wall next to a girl and a guy. I call my mom and she won't tell me where she sat so I get angry and start cussing her out. The girl next to me makes a comment which pisses me off even more and moves to another seat. The guy is just shaking his head at me.

Now I am crusin around in a big van with my crew. I'm in a gang and we have hits we need to complete. Lil Wayne is one of the gang members. I am a black girl now too. Other members of our gang include little kids. We go into the hospital and knock each person off our list. One of the hits is a young black girl. We kidnap her and drive around with her until we get bored and decide to blow her brains out. Geoffrey (from my childhood) is driving. Lil Wayne gets shot by accident and I comfort him as he dies in my arms.

Geoffrey is driving crazily around my moms house. He is driving through peoples yards and he ends up in my backyard. My dog Sunny and my cousins dog Yogi are playing and I am scared Geoffrey is going to hit them.

There are only 5 of us left. Geoffrey hands us each a gun to match our character. He hands me a small hand gun and tells me I am nurturing. We then begin shooting at each other. I shoot at everyone except for Geoffrey because he says he won't shoot me because I wasn't mean to him in school. Kylie is mad that I shot at her because she wasn't going to shoot at me until I shot at her. I definitely shoot Amanda and she shoots me back. I also shoot the little girl while looking underneath the seat in the chest. I later feel bad for shooting at Kylie and the little girl.

We realize they were bb guns and I now have tiny bb's stuck in my skin. The majority of them are along my hips and I feel sore. We go back to the hospital and I am running down the hallways hoping no one can see that I'm shot.

I enter a room full of thugs. They are all starring at me looking like they are in love. I go and sit next to my homie Snoop Dogg and all the other guys are soo jealous. Snoop Dogg is actually cute in my dream and we all are wearing black puffy north face coats. He also looks short.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am in a crazy Workaholics dream where we are trying to outdo each other in everything. We are going on water slides in the wilderness. There is also lots of fighting (play fighting I think).

Dream 2:

We are at the wedding and my Dad gives the welcome toast too early when everyone is walking into the reception area. Nobody really hears him or pays attention. The wedding coordinator makes him do it again once everyone is seated.

Dream 3:

I am subbing in a basketball league and I'm playing mad defense. I am blocking and stealing everything. I also made ~1/2 of my shots and almost dunked on someone. People were amazed and very frustrated.

Dream 4:

Me and some people are taking turns flying a space ship to Mars. We are practicing our landings. I dominated.

Dream 5:

There are a bunch of beings that were judging people. I believe the setting is the Pam Ln backyard. They turn blue if you are OK and green if you are not OK. There is a little boy in front of me. I am in my underwear. I steal something from the little boy's backpack - a bunch of hard drives, wine and beer.***. All of the beings turn yellow (which I guess is even worse than green) and I am very embarrassed. I think I am going to prison. Somehow they let me have a do-over and I got off the hook. They said I have to throw a tennis ball off of the thin strip of wood above the garage door, then catch it in the dark in order to be spared. My cats were there too.

***Did something much worse too