non-lucid

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some kind of volunteer group. We were getting ready to go to some event. I must have been with the leader of the group. We must have been going around, picking people up.

There were two girls with copper-colored skin and reddish hair. They were both pretty. But one was a lot prettier than the other. They both had a kind of spoiled-girl attitude.

Both girls had been planning to come with us on the event. But something about the details of the event had changed. So it seemed like the event may possibly not happen. So the girls decided that they didn't want to come along with us and risk not doing anything.

The volunteer leader and I got to the event. We stood outside some small building, in an area like a parking lot. It was a grey day, probably like a cool summer day.

There were a lot of other girls with us now -- all either brown or copper-skinned. We all wore black shirts. The event was about to start, and we were getting ready for it somehow.

Suddenly the other two girls showed up, after all. They said that they decided they would attend the event. I was really happy to see them. But both the girls had such a removed attitude, I was afraid to let them know too much that I was happy to see them.

Dream #2

A topless young woman in gold, mesh-like panties was sitting on some kind of pedestal, kind of straddling the pedestal, so that her legs were spread pretty wide. The girl was cupping her big breasts with her hands. The girl had tan skin, brown hair, and green-blue eyes.

Dream #3

I was in a shoe store with my mother. For some reason I was laying on the ground, face down, looking at the women as they walked in the shoes they were trying on. Most of the shoes the women were trying on were high heels.

At some point, a girl walked past me wearing track shoes. The shoes had weird soles. They were like plastic, like just a frame. But the sides of the frame were apparently really elastic. They were supposed to provide some kind of extra spring in your step.

I knew that only really serious runners wore these kind of shoes. So I looked up to see what kind of girl this was. She was maybe in her mid- to late-teens. She was really skinny, pale, with long, straight, blonde hair. She wore a kind of baggy, white t-shirt and blue jeans.

I started to ask the girl what kind of running she did. For some reason, the girl sat up in a high seat, like a shoe-shining seat. The woman looked at me as if she were annoyed -- like I was yet another guy trying to hit on her. I was attracted to her. But I was really more interested in hearing about what she ran.

The girl gave me some kind of half-attentive answer, as if she were trying to blow me off, but not be impolite. Somehow we were now outside. Most of the shoe store was gone. But the chair was still there. We were out in some lawny field. It was a grey day, and it was raining.

I had been laying or sitting under some kind of table umbrella, which had been planted into the ground instead of into the center of a tabletop. I stood up. I think I was holding onto the pole. But it also felt like I was standing at the edge of the umbrella.

My mom pulled up in some car, just off to my right. She walked out of the car and stood just outside the umbrella, as if she wanted to say something to me.

The girl had pretty much disregarded me by this time. I thought the rain might be getting her wet. I knew I had an umbrella, and that I could go get it for her. I wondered if the girl wanted it.

I must have been looking down at the ground. It was really hard for me to turn my eyes upward. It felt like I was pulling against gravity. But I finally looked up to see the girl sitting in the chair. She had an umbrella over her chair, and she was dry. So she was fine.

But I still wanted to go grab my umbrella, so I could give it to somebody, just to prove to the girl that I had an umbrella and that I was generous enough to give it to somebody. I ran out into the rain, thinking, I'll probably give the umbrella to my mom. That should impress the girl.

I knew that the umbrella was in my tent. (???) I saw my tent about fifty meters or so away. Beyond the tent there was a little more stuff going on. There were some RVs and things like that. It was like this was some sort of camping event that I was a part of.

I was still running toward the tent. I imagined having given the girl my umbrella. I imagined her asking me how she should return it. I imagined telling her, "Oh, just put it in my tent when you're through with it."

But I knew that I kept my tent locked shut sometimes. So I imagined myself saying, "Oh, just throw it on the ground outside my tent if I'm not there. Nobody'll bother it."

I imagined my umbrella lying on the ground in front of the tent. I was actually worried that somebody would come by and pick it up. But I imagined myself as not showing the girl that I would be worried by something like that.

As I've just started a Dream Journal, I want to log my older dreams/nightmares that have stuck with me for years. Some I can remember full blast, others just fragments. I thought I'd log my old dreams in one post before I start logging my new dreams so I can start looking for patterns and dream signs.

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I'm walking down a very wide forest path with who was my best friend at the time. The trees either side are very tall but look brown and withered. As we're walking down, there is a red light moving with us beyond the trees. Eventually we come to a small white building that looks like a factory. A tall lady in a long black coat comes out and offers us some red lipstick. My friend takes it and puts it on although I tell her not to, and she dies.

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This dream was completely in black and white. In this dream I was quite young and in the middle of my grandparents, holding both their hands. We are walking down a path on a residential street, and it is very misty. There is a bus up ahead that we need to catch. We stop to cross the road, but my Grandparents go on ahead and leave me stood there. I can't move my legs to catch up with them, and they get on the bus and it drives away.

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I'm sat in my living room with my grandparents at night. The sky is pitch black, and I see one single white firework in the sky. The TV comes on on its own, and it's the news. The presenter says that there is an urgent broadcast, and the screen fills with the face of a scruffy balding man with lots of stubble and dark eyes. He says that he is going to kill all the children. There was more to this perhaps including a death-threat letter and a helicopter but I don't remember that clearly.

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Me and my Nan are walking to my Auntie's house. We get stuck on the side of the road and decide to take a shortcut. The shortcut is blocked by trees, and we ask someone the way and he points us back up the road. I remember waking up from this one and thinking that it had really happened.

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I fought Voldemort. I remember being in an oddly shaped room with lots of dark dementor-like manequins. I think I won.

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I was at a party, and a lot of my friends were there. My boyfriend was dancing and didn't seem to notice me. One of my friends comes up to me and says we need to be at a different event. We run together through this building, until we come to a place with very high ceilings and the walls look like they're made of stone. We're allowed in once our names our checked off and we sit either side of an older lady who gives us menus. We have to say what we want then go and serve ourselves, which I thought was strange because it was such a posh place. I asked for the soup and was told there wasn't any, but I went up to the table to try anyway. The table had some machines and some warm silver trays used to keep food warm, with beans and random things in them. I grab a cup and put it under the tap in one of the machines, and pull the lever expecting soup, but it's just hot water. I pour it away. I 'woke up' from this one with a false awakening.

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I have a recurring dream that I can't quite remember at the moment because I haven't had it for some time, but when it happens I'm about half aware that I'm dreaming. It's like I'm in a complex, almost a shopping centre or building, and something always happens there that scares me in some way.

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I'm at school and I think I've just come out of class. I'm walking down the empty corridor and there is a boy stood a little further down. (My school was an all girls school though). In my dream, I know this boy is my boyfriend. I smile and start to walk up to him, but a man with a gun runs in and shoots him. I scream and hide behind the lockers and the man runs away. I run up to my 'boyfriend' and hold onto him as he dies. I wake up crying.

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When I was quite young I used to have a recurring dream that I was flying down the stairs. Items would be flying down with me sometimes. I could also make myself fly short distances, which was usually across my living room. The height would vary and I'd have to try quite hard to keep the height and distance going. As I was quite young and this was lucid, I would think that I'd actually done it.

In the same vein but in a seperate dream, I was in a sort of formula 1 type car, driving up a huge square, 3D kind of ramp, and came out at the top, flying in my car over my junior school hall, waving at my classmates below.

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I texted a friend asking her if she wanted to do something that day, and she replied very shortly and seemed annoyed at me. When I actually talked to her that day, she told me she'd had a dream the same night that we'd fallen out.

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I had a really great dream one night that I was in this sort of alternate cartoon type place. Basically, there was a massive sort of termite nest, I could see a big circle of light at the top and the inside walls were the sandy colour of earth. Inside, were lots of different shaped sort of houses or nests, some were completely round with holes in the middle, others had chimneys and they were all different brilliant colours. They were all connected by a web-like rope to get between them all. I made friends with a giant, friendly cartoonish female spider that lived there and she showed me around.

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One I vaguely remember is having to save either dolphins or seals or something. I don't remember a lot of it, but the part I remember clearly is standing under the wing of a plane with an older lady in a wheelchair and a younger lady who was part of this save-sea-creatures thing.

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Running away from a man down a path on a street near where I live, but not being able to move fast enough. The man never caught up with me although I could hardly move my arms or legs. I think I had some kind of awareness in this dream as I remember the fear and the strength I was trying to use to move.

I was at nonna's having lunch with my brother. She showed us a book she was writing, a memoir of her life so far. It was a thin book with a lot of pictures, but there was a good ammount of text too. Then I got up and walked to the right. There was a monster there, which was a round orange semicircle with a chimney type thing sticking out of the top. I began to fight it as well as a stone monkey statue that was also there. It felt like some kind of turn based RPG.

sun January 8th 2012
23:00-7:45

Nothing special, took abit longer to fall asleep though.

I was house sitting for a friend of my parents and threw a big party. There was a DJ, booze and I think some people used the pool too.
We divided the gang into 4 groups, each had to wrap a person into blue bubblewrap. I was the one being wrapped. I noticed all my friends were in other groups and I didn't know any of the people wrapping me in but one. A girl I haven't seen since primary school.
So then the game started, but I'm not sure what the objective was. It had something to do with not getting caught by the other teams. At one point I'm thinking to go stand in the line to get a beer, but then I decided not to because they might attack from the back. I figured that was my team's job: to keep me "hydrated". But there was noone around I could spot (mainly because I didn't know any of them).
Suddenly the situation changes when the owners get back. The place is messy, but I don't tell them about my party. I blame it on my sister while I'm cleaning up (I don't even have a sister, irl. RC noted).

01/08/12

From School to Oblivion
I am in school at Pima Community College, this is my first day back to class. I look around at the other students and find a sear where I wait for the instructor. The teacher comes in pretty soon, and I see he has a cart full of goodies with him! Lots of sweets. Cupcakes, cookies, donuts… there goes my diet! I decide to eat a limited amount of the treats. I pick a chocolate cupcake and start eating it. It is delicious. There doesn't seem to be an actual class, and I wonder if tuition is all going to pay for sweets… weird… I decide I had better leave before I pig out. I go to the door and open it, there is someone else about to come in. A large tentacle or vine or something erupts through his chest as he is standing there. He has the most puzzled look on his face… wtf?! I go around the dying man and see there is an Oblivion gate in the parking lot. There are scamps wandering around the gate and a huge vine like thing coming out of the gate, that is what killed the man. I find I have a sword… it formed from Witchblade. I cut the vine thing off and jump through the Oblivion gate, moving seamlessly from a non-lucid dream to believing I am in a virtual reality video game.

I am in Oblivion now, and I look around to see what needs to be done. There is a massive gate closed between me and the main tower. I guess they expect me to walk around the long way to get there. I have the idea I don't have that much time. I go over to the gate and look at it closely. There are various places on the gate that make it look like I should be able to climb it. I wonder if this version of the game will allow that… so I start climbing. I get to the top with surprisingly little effort. I look down on the other side of the gate. My body feels lighter than normal… instead of taking this as a trigger to do a RC I decide it is because of the game. I fly down on the other side of the gate, immediately engaging two daedra in battle and killing them. I go into the main tower and look around, killing three scamps and a daedra I find there. There is a beam of fire shooting up the center of the tower. I don't have time to go the long way… I fly up the beam to the top. I am being fired at by scamps on the path around the outer edge of the tower. They can't hit the target. I get to the top and look at the sigil stone only briefly before grabbing hold of it… and waking up.

This dream is returning to a big shopping centre.... which I don't know.

Fist I remember going there... through big entrance... Its a randomly shaped concrete building. I walk through to a upper floor and there are little stools where some indian and pakistani dudes sell various random stuff. I go to the first stool and recognise the guy (though I don't know him from the real life). He recognises me too and tells me that I bought my mattress from him some years ago. I am surprised that he remembers me. Suddenly I hold the mattress, telling him that its a good one, but that I have had it for long. I joke that I will leave it there.. as there is no space already. Then we leave the shop and start talking about programming websites. Suddenly Lukas V is there. He describes that when you buy some program for building websites, you can call them up to 500 times a month and they will help you with it.... I think about it and say that 500 times is a lot, but he disagrees. I say, that its a great job as you can do it wherever you want.. .in a coffee shop and so on.... he doesn't understand what I mean....

Then I am approaching the shopping centre again.... with some couple and a kid. As we are driving... I can see something like real size advertising of what london busses will look like in several years. The busses were tall and look fully electronic. THey had colours like student oyster card. I was quite amazed by that. We walk in and I talk to the woman and joke with the kid. I say that I like to shop in groceries department and stationary. We go to boots, but the woman is not too excited about it. we continue walking trying to entertain the child.

Then Peter O is there. I have some egyptian states that were broken and I had to glue them together. Peter is up to something and puts the statues to certain place in a little room. Everything starts shaking and the floor opens. The starts start cracking. I have a feeling that he messed up by this. It feels that he was doing some black magic trick to sort out his financial situation.... as if it was supposed to open some treasure... but it is not happening... I feel like he fucked up even more.

Then I am leaving my house to go to work. I go to a bus stop, that is near the round bound near the telco. I am saying bye to some people in the house... I think that they were the people from my previous dreams.... and I walk to the bus stop... When I am almost there I just check my pockets if I have everything and realise that I don't have my valet... so I run back ... thinking shit.. good that I realised now and not at the bus stop.....

This dream has nothing to do with Damascus. I dreamt it four nights ago, on the morning of the 5th, so it might be inaccurate by now. Weird, I seem to remember a dream every 9 days, but maybe that will change.

We were told to be prepared. Prepared that is, for a haunted house of some sort, that had been very scary to its previous visitors. It was a building created sometime in the late eighteenth century, sometime around 1770. We prepared to descend into the narrow steps. I was in a group of about a dozen or more people.

It was somewhat dark in the room, but there was a bright light from nowhere. Somewhat resembled one of my friends' houses' basements, but that must have been a facade of the actual memory, because it really wasn't like that at all. A picture of someone hung on the room, and it was frightening to enter and to look at--the picture resembled Abraham Lincoln, but that must be yet another facade.

As we entered, we expected everything from spooky noises to whatever you expect from ghosts. But a few seconds in, I discovered it wasn't scary at all.

The entire dream fragment lasted maybe one or two minutes, and yet few of the details are still remembered. As I woke up, it was morning, and my family was talking very loudly about a now-familiar topic: ghosts.

Well, last night i tried a couple different times to do WILD and once again, i did not fully succeed. Although, i did have MANY different dreams that were quiet..wierd. I dreamed 1st that i was some kind of journalist sent to Iraq to take pictures and saw alot of action. When i returned home, my wife was worried that i was never going to be her husband again..then something about seeing a friend on some sort of tv show or movie or something..Finally, this morning when it was time to get up and go to work, i closed my eyes and was having HG images and sounds! I was so excited and aggrivated at the same time because i knew i had to get up and couldnt expirement with it at that time or i would be late for work. I have been doing reality checks all day today and trying to prepare myself for tonight..i am hopeful that my ability to test a couple different methods every night will increase my chances. (WILD, DILD)

Weirdness sex at my house (FRAG)

I was hurried....and i'm too lazy to piece this together more coherently

one friend snuch into my house
asian
we were making out and having good time
i see my bag of consdoms and i'm all should i get that
then she's laughing and all giggly and eventually says yes but she has to get ready first
so i leave my room
check on mom
she's in the kitchen cooking crazy shit
conch cshell and other strange things
I'm trying to make sre mom doesn't look down the hallway to my room by making convo
I see the girl coming down the hall and i'm trying to wave her away but she keeps coming
finally she passes me and my om sees her but its not my girl itts another that i don't recognize
my mom does though and epxplains it to me
i'm like oh
then we go back to stove
i'm all xmas is over you shold stop cooking
she was slightly mad about that blah blah
i' try to get back to my room but i was too excited

so, I was Live action role playing call of duty, well I was actually in the game I could see my mini map, and all the UI at once I don't really know how it was possible. It was kind of like domination except we had to have all our team by weapons crates like sabotage instead of a flag. So I ran over to the crates and saw some loading bar come up, it was not hovering but more a part of what I saw because I could see it no matter where I looked. There were a few other people on my team, we had teams of four at this point. The loading bar was going very slowly and it stopped after it got probably 1/8th of the way up. I yelled out that we need the whole team to be here at once because that is the only way we could capture this place. I saw some of my teammates coming over, but unfortunately I had stepped too far away and the progress bar went away. But I quickly came back over to the crates and now that my other teammates were here the bar loaded much faster and it got very close to being full, we saw the last guy coming over towards us so we got ready to run off and get the next one. Right when he got there we started to leave but we hadn't waited long enough and the bar went away, I heard some of my teammates sigh and head back over. It went up quickly because we were all there, once it completed we ran off in different directions. The area was an urban place that seemed to be in some other country and there were walls blown out and it looked like the place was a recent warzone. I soon ran into an enemy troop and I think I was killed. I don't remember exactly where I spawned but I went back to where I died, and died again, from here I was going to start to mess around and I died a few more times. A little while later I had found that the entire enemy team was in one room and the room had one main doorway, without hesitation I ran through the doorway and jumped in as far as I could shooting in every direction! I know I surprised all of them and caught them all off guard. I took one of them out and hit some others by the time that I died, when I did die I immediately went to first person and saw my body fly up against the wall. I could not help but laugh!
Later in the dream the scenario had changed, I was at my old school, for some reason everyone had pillows and blankets out on the playground, I don't remember what happened next but I do remember having to pick up my pillows and my scooter, I had to figure out how I was going to get all of this all back in one trip. (I hate taking more than one trip anytime!) so I had an idea, I stacked all the pillows up on the scooter and use it as a seat, this works pretty well, I decide to go into the main building to get a drink from the water fountain, in there I see that there is an egg on each of the fountains and a mrs Jones tells me that I can't use it.
I roll my eyes and head out the door, I find outside obama in the middle of the sidewalk surrounded by cameras trying to sell some parent a product. I just go around them and head past, on my way back to the other building I nearly fall off twice, and I hear from somewhere that the guy doesn't want to buy it because it has a huge hole in it! then the dream ended.

1/9/12

Brussels Sprout

I enter the dream sitting behind a computer, reading a thread of conversation on facebook between my unicyclist friends, we are discussing a possible trip away. When I read the text I can hear their voices inside my head, as though it is real conversation. We eventually decide upon brussles as our destination (I had just done a sketch of a brussle sprout flying though space before I went to bed). I can hear James talking about how Brussles would be a good place to go and that the only brussle sprout that he knew (thats what he called people from brussles) was a good person - he said that when he was young his father left the family and one of his friends dads was from brussles took over as his father figure and would do impressions of his dad. His mum kind of went off the rails and he remembers at one dinner when she came downstairs wearing nothing but her underware after being with another man.
At this point the dreamscape has changed and I am in a dark room listening to James speak (he is actualy present now). While he is talking I get a vision of a racing game in my mind. The cars are little sprint cars with advertising on the front which reads "Michellen.. Maybe." I joke that the 'maybe' is there incase they lose and would say that they werent Michellen afterall. It seems that the game is in my mind but James can see it too. We spend a bit of time racing on a large track in a pine forest. I am doing well right until the final corner when I take it too fast and swing really wide. All the other cars pass me and head down the final straight. Somehow I manage to accellerate fast enough to catch up and just pass them in time to win the race.
We continue to race for a while more - James is just watching now and and my sister and Dad have showed up.
Somewhere I get the idea to use the controller as a skateboard and direct the car by leaning on it as you would steer a skateboard - this makes me go EXTREMELY fast, I can feel the speed of the car as though I am inside it, it feels as though I am going over 300kmh.
I lap all the cars and am going to win easily... Until the final straight... again.
This time I bump between some roadcones and start to spin out of controll, I thin catch my front typre on something and get flipped over, doing at least 6 or 7 spins in mid-air before coming to a stop. All the cars pass me and this time i come dead last.
After returning my focus to the room I ask dad how fast I was going - he mumbles something unintelligible and then my alarm wakes me up.

08.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't remember the exact order where these dreams started.

Dream 1:

I had my foot on a long stranded rope and my arms where holding onto plastic bars. I look down and see that I'm way above the ground. My feet start shaking and I feel like I can fall any moment, but I hold on to the bars very tightly.



Eventually, a DC comes my way and I ask him if he can go back before trying to pass me (and possibly making me fall to my death). So he helps me get back to a safe surface near the same area we're in. He takes off parts of the bars connected together and re-arranges them to where we both can go back to safe ground.

But really dude, all you had to do was move back to where you were, you didn't need to do all that fancy crap while I'm shivering like crazy.

Dream 2:

I knew watching Hentai was going to go back and haunt me...it was a short dream, but oddly I remembered all the fine details.Shemales (Hentai ones actually, so Futanari I gues.s..) having hot sex, it was basically a scene and then another scene. It started with them pleasuring their private parts and giving fellatio.

Then they had their bodies really close together and were just rubbing the sides of their abnormally large penises by humping back and forth (no surprise there), and they were ejaculating and making kinky moans that just made the experience sadly more enjoying for me.

Apparently they failed to do something, so they had to engage in a threesome with a guy.

ugh........

Dream 3:

I'm shooting zombies (think I'm playing the video game instead of me being in it; and I've noticed I've been playing as Leon or actually am him sometimes lately...and he is a blonde, but if it's blondes, it's normally females, I don't know...maybe a sign?) in the village area, and I'm trying to kill time to wait for the Chainsaw dude to show up. I got annoyed shooting the zombies and somehow was jumping over them.



The Chainsaw guy finally comes, but he has no chainsaw, he comes charging at me like a retard.



Dream 4:

I was fingering a girl anally, enough said. Outcome did not go out so well, at least for my right index finger.

Dream 5:

I'm having a conversation with a DC who resembles someone I knew in waking life who is currently in Afghanistan as a soldier. I think when he leaves, a DC is giving him a bag from McDonalds.



He wonders if he should accept this offer, and eventually agrees to take the meal. Inside the meal was A LOT of french fries and other stuff.

God damn it.


Then I tried to practice the FIELD method. Didn't work out so well random movements with the mouse while I was sleeping opened up my anti-virus program to give me that sense of satisfaction that I'm being protected...LOL.

I even did auto-hide on my task bar before that too. Sigh...but I did recall more random dreams.

Dream 6:

A black DC in a dark room was getting a blowjob from a lady, he is teleporting to outside saying that he doesn't like to provide services to people who worked already and are already tired. (okaaaaaaaay? What was the point of that?)

He teleports away, I run towards and area where there are birds, and I see like 4 yellow chicks. The other birds didn't fly away from me surprisingly, and I had the urge to just grab the chicks and just hug them.



Then one bird tried to defend one of the chicks, but I wave my hand to make it move away.

I call someone to come over where I was to see the chicks.

Dream 7:

Everything is like playing Skyrim, and I don't even own the game. I'm inside of a house, and there's one DC sitting down doing something. The other DC is walking about, so I decide to punch him.

He gets mad and starts hitting me, but eventually I get a sword and start slashing him. I stabbed him somewhere near the lower regions of his stomach, and he falls down. I think I escaped because he looked pretty strong.


Dream 8:

I was Lala from To Love Ru. Someone told me that I had to return a bra to a girl living in an apartment without her noticing, and I couldn't fly too much or even walk more than 1,000 steps to get there. (And I think I stumbled upon 4 people on horses in knight armor too while I'm on my way to the apartment).



Eventually I reach there, and to trick the girl inside, I tapped one side of the window to make her go over there, and then quickly went to the other window to drop off the bra.

She turns around and goes "Huh?" but I quickly hide from her. Then for some reason I'm inside the apartment, and before she turns around again, I try to climb out the window, and I'm hanging on the ledge and fall down.



I didn't die or anything, but I don't remember what happened after. But I now I remember the girl I had to send the bra to looked almost like Haruna from To Love Ru as well.

Hey guys. Been getting a little lazy so my LD count is going downhill. But I'll get unlazy ASAP. But I'm sick so I'm not too motivated. I'm also just gonna post in all one color from now on. But it doesn't matter, you'll know when I'm lucid cause I always say it in my entries anyway.

1/3/12(Early Morning)

** I find myself with Zaine and his friend who's name I can't remember. We are in some sort of house. We're in the bedroom watching television, but I can't recall what's on. I do recall the television is big and gray. It has an antenna on it.*
** The room itself had two beds. Their is one window and one door. The door is plain white. The paint job appears to be fresh. The walls in the room are kind of manilla-tan colored.*
** It is just a normal gloomy day outside however. Grey clouds blocking the Sun, no light. It looks as if it is*about to rain outside.*
** I do recall an EAS broadcast on the TV. But the annoying alarm they use is different from usual. It was deeper, but louder and more annoying. I immediately turn the TV off. I hate that alarm.*
** Zaine and his friend seem unaffected by this. As if they don't care. I'm sure nothing good is on TV anyway. There never ever is.*
** This house represents Christianity in some sort of way. I'm too sure how it does. I think it's just a Ministry House.*
** We now open the door, and we see two guys enter a room across the hall. It's more than obvious the two are a gay couple. That's disturbing...
** I quickly shut the door before we have to witness anything else. Thank God...
** It doesn't make sense to me though. How can you be gay and Christian? One should cancel out the other. It'd only make sense if the two were to become straight and repent later in life.*
** I point this out to Zaine and his friend, who're also confused. The concept doesn't make any sense. Oh well, it's not something to think on and on about forever is it?
** After sitting around for awhile, we decide to leave. I crack the door open and look out. The two men have left their door slightly open. I look the opposite way as I make my way out. I'm lucky they weren't doing anything.*
** My walk out of the Ministry House is very vivid. I don't recall the hallways or doors I went through to get out.*
** Our present state is in a field that I could see from the room window. It was across the street next to a brick building. If I recall correctly, the border lines are blue bricks and inside are white bricks. I can't recall the walk to here either.*
** Everything is starting to come together now. All of these things are too suspicious and bizarre. When did I move into a Ministry House? There aren't any gay people in the Ministry I'm in(I'm pretty sure anyway...). Zaine and his friend aren't in the Ministry. This is all just a dream!
** I am now lucid. My first lucid in awhile in fact. This lightens me greatly. I don't recall my current goal though. The TOTY. I was to do the 1970s task. Go to New York 1973, go to the now new and finished Twin Towers, jump off one of them, and live. Hell, when the time comes though, I'll jump off both for the thrill!*
** The dream is far too vivid. I can't recall the task at all. So, I decide to leave some foolish DCs shitless. I bet Zaine and his friend(I forget if I bet him too or not) $100 that I can fly on my first try(rhymes!). They(or he, still kinda shaky on it) take the bet.*
** "Fools." I mutter under my breath. I now take myself a good distance back. Zaine and his friend appear to be on the verge of laughter.*
** I now take a running start. I jump up into the air, but I don't fall down. I keep moving up. I stop myself in midair. I see Zaine and his friend's faces of amazement, shock, astonishment, etc.*
** However, after this point the dream begins to fade, an is soon gone. I now awake from the dream.*

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in an office. The office was like a hallway of big, heavy desks, rather than a big floor full of cubicles. There was some kind of dull, greenish, fluorescent light. But daylight flowed in through windows, giving the atmosphere more of a gold-white feel.

I stood before some desk. I had probably been given some task by "my boss," who then walked away. There was a stack of papers on the desk. I picked it up and turned away from the desk, as if I were going to walk to my own workspace.

But the hallway was now blocked all the way across by the desk of one of my old senior co-workers, RW. RW sat at his desk. In the usual mild manner he took with me, he asked me if I was happy with my new position. Apparently I was doing research on semiconductors.

I bashfully giggled and told RW it was okay. RW said, "Well, I certainly don't think I could do something like what you're doing. It would be too much for me, just picking up on semis like that. That's really hard."

I just giggled and smiled. I couldn't do anything else. RW, who does research on diagnostic equipment and PBMs, had a reputation for being extremely witty, incisive, and self-assured. He could cut anybody down. But he'd always been gentle with me. Even now, I didn't want to spoil my unique relationship with RW by getting over-confident.

But RW said, "Now, come on! You have to admit that what you're doing is pretty good!"

I didn't know what to say. I think I might have started to talk about how I thought RW's research was really cool. But before I could say that, I think RW started talking about how his reseach wasn't so difficult.

Dream #2

I was in an auditorium full of high schoolers or college kids. There was a group of high-level officials on the stage. The stage was really high up, compared to the seats. I was in the third or fourth row. But I often saw as if I were a video camera, closed right up on the group.

The group all stood in a kind of random fashion. There weren't any podiums. I'm pretty sure there weren't even any mics. There was no decoration on the stage, either. It was just a bare stage.

The people on stage were from all over the world. There was some kind of major announcement being made. It had to do with some decision of President Obama's.

But the main person, who was to make the bulk of the announcement, was alternately Obama and some tall, bald, white, slightly overweight man. But even when the man was Obama, he spoke of Obama in the third person.

The man first asked a woman to leave the room. The woman's name was something like Piti or Peetee. She looked (to my reflection now) Iranian. She had short hair in a kind of Jackie-O cut. She had pale, olive-colored skin, and a healthy, round figure. Her dress was pale blue-grey. But the fabric was really strange, like a mix between terry cloth and cashmere.

Piti left through a door to a stairwell, on the right (my right) of the stage. After she left, the man said that Piti had already determined that if Obama's decision was unfavorable to her, she would take some kind of action against him. Apparently Obama had already done something to Piti, basically barring her from making any appearances in the United States.

But Obama's decision was going to go against Piti's desires. The man explained to all of us that Piti basically had control over all of Southeast Asia. She could bar (I think the man called it "sanction" in the dream) Obama from Southeast Asia, just as he'd barred her from the United States.

It was pretty obvious (I don't know why) that it was a lot worse for Obama being "sanctioned" from Southeast Asia than it was for Piti to be barred from the United States. But it seemed pretty obvious, as well, that Obama wouldn't tolerate this sanction. So we were all basically told to prepare for a conflict.

The man had now, apparently, handed out paper presentations to all of us. The presentation was, I think, an argument for why we should aim for some kind of compromise, rather than heading into a conflict. But the presentations were all in Chinese.

A boy asked the man (who may now have been alone on the stage) if he could give an English translation of the presentation. I turned around so I could see the boy. The auditorium was huge! And it was packed -- full of high school or college students!

The boy sat at a folding chair along the right wall. He was an Asian boy with a squarish, shortish haircut, squarish glasses, and a dark blue winter jacket.

The man may have voiced a little disappointment that the boy needed translation. But there was a girl, also Asian, sitting with a female friend. This girl actually yelled back to the boy, "Why do you need a translation? Didn't you study your own language, like everybody else does?"

The boy said something like, "Well, yeah, I studied. But I just thought if we got a little translation here and there, it could help us get through the rest of the text faster on our own."

The girl sighed at the boy, like she couldn't believe what a lazy excuse-maker he was. I turned back forward and looked at my text as the girl said, "It basically says that China believes, if the whole world cooperated, we could reach the ends of the universe, with the energy we have right now."

I looked at the presentation in the hands of the girl to my left. There was a screenshot printed on the page. The shot was of some YouTube video, showing some view of the universe. The sky was mostly black, with just a few faint dots of stars.

For some reason I was now running to the bathroom. I was somehow involved with some meeting with President Obama. But it also had to do with some branch of Satanism. The branch was named something like Gen Schele. But "Gen" may have been "Glen." And "Schele" may have been "Shell" or "Schnell."

Obama had possibly already explained something to me about the government, this cult, and some decision being made in international affairs. I really disapproved of it. I thought it would end with a lot of people dying. But I thought it would be weak to voice my disapproval. And I acted like it was perfectly natural.

But now I needed to go to the bathroom so bad! I was running toward a restroom. I was wearing khaki shorts for some reason (great way to meet the President, right?). And now I couldn't hold my pee anymore. The inner thighs of my shorts were all soaked.

I didn't think it was so bad. If I got to the bathroom and to a urinal, I could pee the rest of the way in there. Then my shorts would likely dry quickly.

I was in a bathroom now, peeing in a urinal. But my pee was coming out so much, so forcibly, that I was still spraying all over my shorts, making them even more and more soaked. Plus, I just wasn't stopping! I had peed so much that the urinal was completely full. A huge puddle was already forming on the floor.

At some point Obama saw me. He asked me, with a bit of disappointment and disdain, what was bothering me so much. I didn't want to tell him what was bothering me. I didn't want him to think I was weak. But I'm pretty sure he knew what was bothering me.

I just wanted, really badly, to finish peeing, so I could go into one of the stalls, crouch into a fetal position, and just lie there until my shorts finally dried.

(When I woke up, I seriously expected to find that I'd wet the bed, my dream was so vivid. But, thankfully, I did not. Also -- just as a side note, the "Gen Schele" might be a mix-up of the name of the artist Egon Schiele, and also of the name Rothschild. I've been reading about the Rothschilds lately.)

I was in the backyard at my dads house with my brother and my cousin. There were two pools instead of one. My cousin and brother kept jumping over the first pool and landing on the concrete between the first and second pool. I didn't get why they were, but I knew they were doing it on purpose.