non-lucid

It was my second lucid dream. I think I was not totally under control because for some reason I don't know why I did what one of my dream character asked me to do. The dream was around 9:30am.

I can't remember where the dream started. The place looks like the setting in Final Fantasy Crisis Core game, a little futuristic buildings with people wearing crystallized suits and armors. I remember somebody, a woman, asked me to first find her brother. I can't remember why. I became lucid. I tried breathing holding my nose and it shows I can still breath. I looked over the place, sometimes rubbing my hands as I want to prolong my stay unlike my last. I talk to people asking where to find Alex (not sure of the name but somehow sounds like that). Then one time a call came to someone. It was loud and it was Alex. He will be there in a short time. So I decided to just wait until he comes. I roam around and found one of the woman in the scene, somewhat like a waitress of that place. I decided to have sex with her. I undress her by just thinking and her clothes are gone, I tried to rubbed my hand while holding her on her back but I woke up and found myself putting my two hands together in the real world instead.

I'm glad I lasted longer compared to my last but still I wake up when trying to get someone. I notice also its not that clear. I can't remember some of the scene. Hopefully there could be better lucid dreams in the future.

I'm at work, but the layout of the cube farm is different. Karin and I are by ourselves in a corner of the room; our cubes are tiny, more like kiosks, and they fit chair, computer, and nothing else. In front of our cubes is the customer service section. I get an e-mail from one of them, a guy named Bryan something, and I walk over to his desk to help him with something computer-related. He and I have a friendly chat and I'm able to solve his problem.

I get back to my cube, dimly aware that there is normally no Bryan, in fact no males at all in the customer service department. Someone, maybe Karin, says quietly to me, "They're scared of you, you know." This takes me by complete surprise. Why would customer service be scared of me? I'm a nice guy. I wonder what they say to each other about me...?

(skip) I'm leaving for the night and Erika is with me. Somehow I find myself in the foyer of my grandmother's house; it's mostly dark but there's light coming from somewhere. A noose and body are hanging from the high ceiling. I can't make out any features except for long blond hair--like Erika, although I don't react to this and she doesn't seem to notice the similarity. I have kind of a dull shocked response to seeing the body. Erika looks up and just says "Oh. Well," like it's nothing strange at all. Despite this, we run down a hallway to find another coworker, Tami?, and tell her about the suicide. She starts repeating, "Oh God, oh God," but seems to have the same kind of dulled, dazed response I did.

I was in my apartment with some kind of scientist/professor in a white robe. He was inspecting the contents of my fridge, and he noticed that the only vegetable in there was a single carrot.
He got a little upset and asked "Only one carrot?"

The end.

Terrifying. Disturbing. Erie. These words describe the nightmares I've been having over the last month or so. Some times I see it when I'm awake.
These... images keep tearing at my sanity. It's like a sickness, the longer I have it, the worse it gets. I see shapes, patterns, like some kind of language clouding my vision like thick fog. On the other side of the static-y shapes are flashes of images, like a memory fragment, though, it's past the point of terrifying.
Monsters, no, demons. Demons that possess the bodies of the dead and transform and consume the living.
My movement is paralyzed. I try to run, but don't have to because all the demons do is surround me as to keep me from running.
The next thing I know, I see a good friend of mine approach me. This doesn't sound bad, but they died about five years ago. But they look like they didn't stop aging.
She killed herself via wrist slice, but she's got dried blood around her mouth and down her cheeks like she cried blood.
She grabs my throat and an iron grip begins choking me. As her grip begins to tighten I see this pillar thing that's in kind of a spiral formation that speaks to me from the souls of thousands of deceased.
By now I awake, sweating profusely and panting heavily. The rest of the night is one spent without sleep.
When I say I see the nightmare while I'm awake I see her and the pattern things. When I see them I get an enormous migraine in every inch of head. I'm seriously going to seek therapy if this continues to get worse.

POSIDON IS AT THE BEACH he is 10 feet tall there a crowd of his kids at his feet

then there just not there anymore
posidon throws some gold shiny sand looking stuff into the water and were it went into the water a gold circle apears on the service of the water he reaches his big hand into the gold circle and comes out with a baby boy new born

this how percy jackson gender was chosen then i am percy jackson im older


and im at the top of my basemebt stairs look for somone maybe mom there a gold light coming from the celling on my right.

It the same color of the gols circle

- I had a miniature version of the Snowager from Neopets living under my sink.

One day, I was sitting under a blanket across from the cupboard under the sink, and it was open a bit. I saw his head poke out. He had red eyes. I looked him in the eye for a moment, then hid under the blanket. After a few seconds, I peeked out again, and he was still looking at me. I'm not sure why, but I glared at him. This made him angry. I was like "oh shit" and ran into the porch and closed the door.

I saw him burst out of the cupboard and slither towards the door. He went right up to the window and stared at me, then slithered into the living room. He then started going back and forth between the two rooms, and I was worrying that he would break something. He was probably about 5 feet long and a foot tall. I started freaking out and wanted to call someone, but I didn't have a phone or my iPod. I could see the phone inside, and tried to figure out the right moment when I could open the door quickly and grab it. I tried to do so a few times, but each time, it would end up being only a small piece of the outside of the phone, and I never got the battery. Eventually I ended up with my iPod somehow and iMessaged my mom. As I did so, the Snowager went upstairs. I wasn't sure if he could before. I was worried about what he would do up there. The message I got back from my mom didn't sound concerned at all, and she gave me some sort of advice, but I don't remember what it said.


- I was trying to apply for a job at a small corner store. The inside looked like a cabin and I don't remember seeing anything for sale. I'm pretty sure they weren't actually hiring, but I was trying to convince him to hire me anyway. The guy working there seemed around 30-40 and looked kind of like my math teacher. He mentioned there was another girl working there, and started talking to me about how much he loved her and how he used to date her. I got the impression she was around my age or a bit older, and her name started with a K.


- I was playing Crossfire with N, I hit tab and saw I was actually doing well somehow, I think it was like 28-7. People were like "hakker" and stuff, lol. I felt kinda bad.


- I remembered another fragment earlier that had to do with a job as well, but I can't remember it now.

Wednesday, 12/28/11

Bedtime 11:55pm. Had some champagne.

DR between 7 - 8am

1. I'm on a street C, next to my house on RD in NZ. It's a beautiful, sunny day. I look up and on a blue skies I see a grid of rectangles, like a table in Word, maybe 5x4, made out of nice, white, puffy clouds/airplane contrails. In one corner are angel wings also made out of clouds. I'm running in excitement and yell at the neighbour E in his apartment "Look up and see, look up and see".

2. I wake up in an apartment. There are 2 more people here. It's morning and we are getting some food ready for breakfast.
I look in a fridge. There is a bowl of corn and green peas, but I can't see it clearly, they seem to be moving, or maybe my eyes are twitching. They project a yellow glow.

I can see everything clearly, colors, details, it's bright, I just cant read. There is a box of cigars. It says CUBANS. I try to see the country of origin, but cant find it on the box.

One person leans towards me and looks at my eye to find out, why I can't read. Then I realize, I see through my eyelids.

Now I'm in kitchen on RD10. To test if I can really see through my eyelids, or if I just "see" the room from my memory, my dad is doing something. First he throws a big pink blanket towards the tv, then a smaller brown blanket, then he is pulling on a brown sweater with stripes and then he pretends to throw a baseball. I identify everything correctly. I see color of wall paint, light are on, sharp details, but I know, my eyes are closed.

I'm back in the apartment with the fridge and I tell to these guys - I thought I'm awake, but maybe I'm asleep, or maybe I was asleep before and now I'm awake - I couldn't make any sense of it.

3. I'm in a living room in RD10. I lay on a sofa, my cat is next to me. I try to see the color of her aura, but I decide to see color of aura of my friend (I don't know who she is). She is sitting on the floor, leaning against our green bookcase, holding a baby? I can't see the color directly, but I see the inside of the bookcase illuminated by light blue light. I ask her with laughter, if she want's to know the color of her aura.

I wake up and feel the headrush, that for me means transition through field of stars to Lucid Dream.

All dreams were super focused, sharp, colorfull, bright. I was talking to people, which I rarely do. I have a feeling I did have an LD or was very close to it, but can't confirm. Very good feeling from the whole thing.

12/29/11

Dream 1:

We had some class assignment, but I didn't know what the objective of it was though, so I assumed I had to draw a character or two and describe they’re relationship. So I decided to draw Shinobu Sensui and Karasu for some odd reason (I should’ve done Sensui and Itsuki). (But as I'm typing this entry, I realize that Karasu would probably be a more cruel version of Itsuki, since he was the type of villain that would savor every moment of his opponent panicking and worrying about death.

I'm probably wrong on this part, but sometimes he could fall in love with his opponents (if they were pretty to him, which suggested he was another epitome of a Yaoi character, but it's just a theory (I think)...but the fight between him and Kurama kind of made it apparent that he could really be into men as well).



When I was drawing Sensui, I was outlining his face pretty fast, and before I knew it, I was already trying to draw his lips. (I think I was drawing him when he turned his head in the Yu Yu Hakusho intro song during the Chapter Black Saga)

(The face I was drawing was at around 0:55 seconds, except it was the other way around I was drawing)



When I realized I made a mistake pairing these two up in the drawing, I had to find some way to erase it. (In the manga of Yu Yu Hakusho, it’s believed that Itsuki and Sensui had a relationship with each other, which would make it one of those few popular manga that had the potential for a yaoi relationship (I think))



(But really, their relationship was deeper than just homosexual love, Itsuki was really a sadist because he wanted to see Sensui fall, yet at the same time he loved his pure personality and the female version that would recite poems to him late at night to prevent himself from dying of a broken heart (paraphrasing what Itsuki said there)). But enough of that....



And if you go to this link and read the character analysis this person wrote on Itsuki, you will know EXACTLY what I mean. (It may be long, but it's worth the read to see a different type of love than the traditional practices today).

reflections_2: [YYH] Not Just Another Lovestreuck Bishounen: Yaminade no Itsuki

This is the "TL; DR" version of what I'm talking about (image below)

Spoiler for TL; DR version :P:

Then when I tried to fix the mistake, suddenly this big book was on the shelf, and apparently it had every Yu Yu Hakusho Character in the series. I wanted to look for Sensui, but ended up going to the “Y” section. I thought it would just be Yusuke, but then I see a picture that tells me that it’s Sensui’s son.

(To my knowledge, Sensui never had a son in the anime or in the manga). The picture looked like Yusuke when he was in full demon mode, except without the markings on his body. And his face was covered too.



I can’t remember anything else after that.

Dream 2:

I’m inside this house, and me and a few DCs are trying to find someone who hacked into a computer (I can’t remember if it was mine or not).

After we traced the source (someone had put a wire before we could do anything), the person’s name was nicknamed “Number Dash” or something like that.

Dream 3:

I think I’m playing a Metal Gear Solid Game, but it didn’t feel like a game at first. I got distracted and was doing something else, and when I turn back to the screen, enemies already found my location!



Fortunately I had a machine gun (it looked like the M16 in MGS3). After I kill the enemies, the dream scenario turns weird. I think I’m inside the game now, and I see a PSP underneath some small crevice.





So I decided to crawl (or maybe it was Snake crawling) and finally got it. I looked for the charger too, but couldn’t find anything, but I kept moving on to somewhere.

Dream 4:


I’m headed for some random place called “Te Dia” or “Te Mia.” I’m not sure what it was, but I overhead some girls saying “Te_____” or something like that.

I go in, and the front was empty. I had to go upstairs, and when I reached the top, there was some room light above, and I had to crawl under somewhere because the top region was pretty small.


After going through random areas in the top section of the shop, I look over to the right and see stairs going down, then I look at the left of where I’m crouching on the side and see another set of stairs going down.

I go down to the left side because the environment changed to where I was going into the living room of someone’s house.

I look to my right and there are 3 DCs sitting by couches. I couldn’t recall them very well, except their young daughter of course. I shook their hands and they were pretty nice to me.

I come up to the daughter and asked them if they’re still open to do haircuts, and the father said “Yeah” with surprised tone
(you know what I mean? Like if a small business doesn't get that many customers, they'll suddenly react to anyone interested in their services. That was an obvious emotion, but just wanted to elaborate on that because they looked excited for a while).

The daughter leads me near some cabinet with some magazines, and it was to show me what hairstyles they could do. She was a little taller than me, she looked like she was a redhead, but I'm not to sure, maybe dirty blonde hair or something like that.

(Too bad I didn’t realize in the dream that I already had a haircut not too long ago in waking life).

No lucidity yet during this break. I have been enjoying my dream time though. I suppose I do have moments of lucidity that I can hardly remember. I just get brief flashbacks randomly throughout the day. I love those feelings.

During these brief spurts of lucidity, sometimes, I am just lying there and everything is beautiful like an acid trip. I smile and my body begins zooming through some sort of portal (you could describe it as). It's such an amazing feeling. I may not be fully lucid and able to prolong and actually do things, but I know I can still do it when I'm ready to start again.

I wish I was like some on here that can become lucid every night, any time they want. Props to you guys and your contributions to this awesome community of dreamers. It's been a year since I've joined and not a day goes by that I don't think about lucid dreaming. Motivation is always there, it's time which is the problem.

I've always been interested in lucid dreaming since my accidental lucid dream when I was 11 or so. It's always been a goal to become better at it. I always felt kind of weird for it though because I didn't know anyone else who was practicing this. So it was an off and on interest throughout my teen years. When I found this forum I was hesitant about joining and posting. I was welcomed with the warmest greetings and made some awesome friends who share a passion for dreaming and all other things expanding consciousness.

I guess this post is really just to shout out to the community. I’m still here and checking in.

To business—here’s a glimpse at my dream life as of late, not any particular order or dated either.

The first dream I want to share here is yet another alien dream. =/

I was living with my two sisters and my sister’s husband. My oldest sister, D---, was asleep in the bedroom with her husband and I had come home late. We were all living in my house, but it was hers. Anyway, it was late and I snuck inside. I went to the bedroom and crouched down behind her bed, smiling. I have no idea why. I began to hear someone at the door and knew it was my other sis, De----, coming home late also. I ran down the hallway to greet her, knowing I’d probably scare her. I went around the corner and ran into her and we laughed. Then I saw something move behind her. It was really small and I feel like if I hadn’t said anything, then nothing would have happened. But I did say something, “Whoa, what was that? Did you see that?” She had no idea what I was talking about. I shh-ed her and turned her around to look. I pointed at something in the dark and suddenly it ran around the room and towards us. It was really short, maybe a foot high but I knew it was alien. I can’t remember any details about it because it was dark, but it was wearing a cloak, and suddenly I find myself thinking about Nibbler from Futurama. It was really scary, though. We freaked and moved forward in the dark to spot it again. It had run around us and was standing to my side. I was so scared I woke myself up.

When I did wake up I woke up gasping for some reason and really freaking scared. My fiancé woke up and had to soothe me for a minute. Alien dreams reallllllly freak me the fuck out. Pardon the language.

After describing that dream I’m having trouble recalling other ones, except for last night’s, which was just weird and uninteresting. The main mission of mine in the dream was to find water, tea, milk which is the usual dream content when I drink (tequila in particular) the night before. And some girl wrecked my strange little car. I didn’t care, I laughed when she did it and then I told her to get me some sweet tea from Sonic. Ha-ha. And that is all for now. Keep dreaming friends.

Medium length dreams last night, fairly detailed too.

Was stuck on an island made of garbage, in a sea of dirty yellow water, everything foggy, with my sister and grandmother. After several attempts we formed a raft out of a mattress and other junk and sailed away from the garbage island - heading towards Newfoundland. Once we made it, we got bartered for a map with some rough sailors, and I guess we sailed home from there...

Was at my university again like last night, but not just in the cafeteria. I was rushing around with other students outside, and everything was white, and everything was arranged like the city of Gondor from LOTR. I was in a calculus class and later a geology class, but the rooms were like classrooms and the teachers were unknown. Later I was waiting at a lobby somewhere at the university for a parent, maybe father, with someone else. But they don't show up so I rush to try and make my class, but the class door is locked. A girl I know from high school is also late so we look through the window instead. By then my mom shows up and before I leave I show this friend some directions maybe, or quickly help her with some homework, not sure...

Dream started in the desert, like tattoine from star wars, and me and my best friend are riding a huge sand creature with a bunch of other Arabians. They all have guns, even my best friend. We ride on through the desert and start making our way through a large religious gathering, with people swaying and praying (we are still on our creatures) but I look closely it appears to be an orgy. I begin to join in, but to my dismay, my friend pulls me back up onto the sand animal and we ride on through the crowd, following the rest of the Arabians, and approach a city gate. The Arabians start shooting, and I hear that 8 children have died. Suddenly we are in a fairly modern city, and I am with only one Arabian from before, but we are setting up some sort of heist in a garage in a normal suburb. But two Korean teenagers somehow know what we are up to and pretend to be cops (even through they have no guns) and point there fingers in a gun shape like kids do. But the Arabian I am with takes this seriously and shoots them both dead.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in group meeting room with about twenty other people. The room was only partly lit, with a drab, greenish white, fluorescent light.

The room was divided into two parts. The back part was kind of empty, with maybe a long, folding table. The front part had a few couches and chairs. Most people were in or near the front part. The area was so full that people were standing up behind the back couch.

I had been standing way back in the back area, by myself. But now I walked forward to listen to what was going on. A young woman was leading the discussion. She sat on a couch on my right side.

To the woman's right, on the same couch, and on another couch, probably the back couch, sat two young men who looked a lot alike. They were both tall, thin, pale, and shaved-headed. They wore nice, casual khakis and dress shirts. I felt like I'd known both of the guys from high school.

I came to understand that this was a group discussing alien abductions. Aliens existed and were among us, in a very obvious way. And, somehow, the young woman was serving as something like a go-between, between the aliens and the people in this room.

Some of us in the room had been abducted. Others of us were, apparently, trying to be convinced to volunteer for abduction.

I was now sitting on a couch opposite the young woman. The man to the young woman's right was now speaking about his own abduction experience. I now realized that the young man's head had been shaved by the aliens, while they'd experimented on him.

The woman asked the man if the experience was really bad. The man said that most of the experience didn't really bother him at all.

The only part the man hated, he said, was when the aliens did a mental probe on him. He said that it felt really terrible to have all his memories drawn up. He could see them. But he wasn't controlling them. And he knew he was only watching them because someone else -- the aliens -- wanted to see them.

The man mentioned another part of the experiment he hated. As the man described it, it first sounded to me like the aliens had put the man through some kind of system where they'd caused his body to work as if it were under a lot of stress. But then the man said that the aliens had actually shut down the man's body entirely. He was dead, but still conscious.

This man's discussion was supposed to convince people that alien abductions weren't so bad. It didn't convince me. I got up and walked toward the back area. But I knew the second man was going to talk. I wanted to listen to him as well. I think I may still have been considering volunteering for an abduction.

Dream #2

I was in a group meeting room, like in the first dream. It was divided into two areas. The front area was full of people, and the back area only had a few people. I think most of the people were Indian. The room was warm with incandescent light.

On the right wall a movie was playing. All the couches in the front area were arranged to face the movie, like a makeshift movie theatre. I think everybody had plates of food.

There were plent of seats open on the couch. So I sat down on one. The couch felt really nice. It was a dull blue or pink, and it had a kind of soft, crushed velvet feel to it.

I looked up at the movie. Some really pretty Indian girl was either being taught or teaching someone how to make a kind of honeyed bread. It basically looked like a cornbread square, glazed in honey, with a walnut in the center, on top.

The girl was dressed in a traditional Indian outfit. There was a sense of sexuality, romance, and tradition all wrapped up in the food making.

I got the idea that this screening was a kind of preview for the film. The film wasn't finished yet, and we were all supposed to give our feedback on it, so that it could be tweaked for more audience enjoyment.

But I started to wonder if maybe this film wasn't a bit too stereotypical toward Indians, what with the food-making and tradition and so forth. I wondered if Indians would be offended by a film like this.

It didn't occur to me that the film was actually Hindi (it was -- it had English subtitles), and that pretty much everybody else in the room was Indian.

There was a father-like man standing near the couches. He had dark skin and a bit of a pot belly. He wore a button-up shirt of really nice, pale-blue material and nice, dark slacks. I thought I might go hang out with him, since I figured he'd have a better idea about all this stuff than I did.

Dream #3

It was daytime. I was walking through a forest, probably a pine forest. I was walking along a slope, not on any trail. The pine trees were all spaced well apart. The ground itself was black. It may have been black cinder soil, or (I think now) the forest could have been burnt down.

There must have been a road at the top of the slope, up to my right. Suddenly people came blasting down the slope! They were all laying, extended straight out, with their legs crossed and their arms crossed over their chests. And they were propelled so that they were rolling, tumbling, down the slope.

I followed these people down the slope. I reached a point where there was a cliff. I couldn't go any farther. The cliff must have been about fifty meters high. It ended with a flat valley of forest, of the same black-soiled, or charred look as the area up around me.

But one of the rolling, tumbling people, in his movement, had rolled right off the cliff.

I suddenly knew that this was all some game. People were thrown, almost at random, down the slope. There were all kinds of random land formations down the slope. Depending on fate, and the skill of the person, the person either would or wouldn't survive going down the slope. Survival, as well as something else, would determine who won this game.

But this person's path had been directly toward this cliff. There were a few places, going down the cliff, where the person managed to grab hold for a moment. But everything in the cliff was really soft. The cliff was like some shelf of really soft, brown coal.

Finally the person managed to grab onto a thick tree root that was growing out of the cliff wall. It might have been able to get him over to a thin ledge.

But it was obvious that the root was dead and rotten. The more the man pulled up on it, the more it was shifting its way out of the cliff. And, besides, even if the man got to the ledge, he'd be trapped there. There was no way down.

So the man just gave in to the fact that he'd lost. He either let go of the tree root or held onto the tree root until it finally snapped out of the cliff. The man fell maybe about twenty meters and died on impact.

There were already a bunch of people down on the ground by now -- some alive, some dead. The living had set themselves out in the valley, as if they were going to camp there for the night. Some of the living headed over to the man's body after they saw that he'd fallen to his death.

I walked back up the slope. I reached the top of the slope, where the road was. I saw cars passing along the road. I then understood that the people were tossed out, in their rolling positions, from the cars. This was what gave them such great speed (??? -- in a perpendicular direction?). I may even have seen another batch of people thrown out from the cars.

I think my mom, or at least somebody I knew, was up around here. I'm pretty sure, anyway, that somebody was calling my name or talking to me, probably from a slight distance, maybe even across the road from me.

I may have spoken a little bit with the person who had been speaking to me. But, even though I think the person was looking forward to me helping them with something, I told the person that I would be back in a moment.

I knew there was a really safe way to get down into the valley. I walked down the slope and kept going forward, in the direction of the road. The cliff merged into the slope farther along, and the slope became very mild.

I walked down along the mild slope to the valley. I figured that once I got down to where everybody was, I'd help bury the man I'd seen die, out of respect for him. But I also probably figured that I'd help bury all the dead. This game didn't make any sense.

Dream #4

I was sitting in some restaurant, probably a fast-food restaurant. It was daytime, and there was plenty of light coming in from the windows. There were a lot of people in the restaurant. The place felt packed, busy, and humid, like a coffee-warmed store on a winter's day.

I sat on the right side of a table for four. A police woman sat across the table from me. I don't think either of us had any food. The woman was white, kind of short, a bit overweight, with a round, pale face. She had frizzy, red-brown hair, drawn back in a braided pony tail. She had kind of thin eyes, pale blue-green. She looked like she may have been in her early twenties.

The woman was telling me something about how disappointed she was in me. I'd either done or said something that had really gone against her expectations of me.

Now she was pretty much through with me. I knew this was bad for me because, since she was a cop, now that she was through with me, she'd probably have the other cops start giving me a bad time.

The woman stood up to leave. I may have stood up to try to get her back. But I don't think I really knew what to say. So I probably gave up and sat back down just as soon as I'd stood.

Dream #5

In my head, I was talking with either my old friend R or his first or second wife. I'm pretty sure that the conversation eventually became between the first wife, N, and myself. As I had this conversation in my head, I was cleaning out a bathtub in a bathroom with kind of dim, warm, incandescent light.

I was telling N that I hated even talking to her and R. They seemed to love making me feel inferior to them. It was even like they operated as a team, taking turns saying nitpicky things or one-upping me, when the other person couldn't find the right thing to say.

I probably said that this was why I didn't want to go to some thing that N had invited me to. This probably ended the conversation.

As I was finishing the conversation, I noticed that my efforts to clean the bathtub were really failing. I'd sprayed cleaner all over the tub, and I was wiping the tub off with a sponge.

But I just seemed to be taking whatever grime there was in the tub and spreading it all over the entire tub. The spray bubbles themselves only seemed to be gathering up the grime and expanding it, so that now my tub's surfaces seemed to be coated in soapy grime.

I might possibly have realized that I'd need to wipe and re-wipe the surfaces before I got all this stuff off. The first spraying was to get everything wet. I'd have to spray again. Then the wet stuff would start coming off, leaving the surface clean.

Dream #6

A commercial from the late 1970s. A thin, prettyish, blonde woman was pushing a cart through a grocery store. A male narrator was talking about wise choices a mother should make while shopping.

The "wise choices," obviously, meant buying whatever product the narrator was advertising.

The view then switched to a view from the cart. The woman's face was framed in a circle in the center of the screen. The rest of the screen was black. This was supposed to be the view of the woman's baby, who was sitting in the cart.

The woman was making all kinds of kissy faces to the baby. The male narrator was now saying, in connection with making wise choices while shopping, that a baby will always imitate whatever a mother does. This implied that the baby was probably making kissy faces back to the mother.

Suddenly the mother let out a flat, kind of raspy burp. The mother was surprised, and a little apprehensive. She knew the baby would probably imitate her burp.

The view now shifted to a view more like the mother's view. The "baby" in the cart was actually a pretty, skinny girl, maybe seven years old. She was sitting in the basket of the cart, rather than the seat of it. But I felt like she was probably too old to sit in the cart, like a baby would.

Sure enough, the little girl, kind of looking up to her mother like a baby would, burped, in almost the same way as her mother did.

It was then nighttime. The mother was in her bedroom, which was pretty big. It was dark. But somehow the mother could be seen, maybe in a nightgown, masturbating.

The little girl, standing in the hallway in only underwear and a tank-top, was watching the mother through a crack in the door. With a baby-like mentality, the little girl thought she'd copy the mother, in front of the mother.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Finally had a little bit of lucidity, and I got to meet my teammate fOrceez. Didn't do much, but I guess I completed two tasks, one is describing him and the other meet him.

02.00: Sleep

08.00: Tennis and school
*I'm playing tennis with someone I don't know. There's no net though, but we both imagine one being there. The balls go all over the place and I'm getting my ass kicked. One flies off and lands nearby an older guy playing. He picks up my ball without looking down and starts playing with it. I let him have it and take out my spare ball. I'm getting more and more frustrated as I'm being played. Suddenly I miss the ball all together and it disappears behind some pipes. I find it and head back. A ball from the other people comes bouncing and I grab it.

The older man who took my ball before starts whining. "This is my ball, you took it from me before!" I tell him angrily. We start an argument, he's being a stubborn prick. After a while I agree to let him have it, only if he plays on the other side of the court. I know why he's being stubborn. "You won't go anywhere in life if you don't stand up for yourself and take what you want, right?" I ask him. "Yes, precisely!" he tells me and goes back to play some more.


*I head through the doors to my school, I check the clock on the wall, it's a few minutes over six which means I'm late, but I don't care. I've already gotten my math's grade. I look around the common room and find two of my friends there. They've got a table each filled with Warhammer 40k figures. I look at them and recognise them as another friend's. "He lent me them" the guy tells me. The other one has a book open, I walk over to him and ask him which ones he's going to play with. "How about these? Thousand sons, they're cool" I tell him and point. "Nah, I haven't decided yet" he says. "Matte! Come on, you're going to miss class" someone calls out behind me. I look around and my teacher is standing in a doorway to a classroom. I walk over to her and head into the classroom. I check the clock on the wall, it's one minute before striking six. "Hah! I'm not late, awesome" I say out loud and head for my seat. Two cops in dirty uniforms are sitting nearby. 'Uh oh, I hope they're not looking for me...'

08.00: WBTB 5 minutes

12.20: Work
I'm at work, a coworker, Christian, is talking to some high shot. "We need to enclose this area with fences, you can't have it like this" he tells Christan and me and points at some electric cables. We take a walk to a road. "Here we need to dig to see what's underneath" he says and points at a speed bump. Somehow the tiles and stones are removed and we're trying to heat the ground underneath. "Hold on, let me try" I say and reach out with my hand. I use weaves of fire just like in the epic series "The Wheel of Time." It's not ground but some huge metal tower on the side, buried in the dirt.

The metal doesn't seem to react to my weaves. I focus as much as I can and by now the metal should be glowing white, but it's dark. "No one can use this much power except me, and it won't even heat up" I say. "Check this out, I'll use the same amount on something else." I reach out my hand and heat up the big metal wall next to us. The top of it starts to melt right away. "Oh well, we'll have to discuss what to do" the big shot says and leaves us. I start talking to Christan, who looks a bit sick. "Are you okay? When are you coming back to us man?" I ask him. "I'm just here for a single job" he tells me. All of a sudden two people rush by and into the construction site. "Hey! Stop!" Christian yells after them. I can't be bothered.

Christian takes off after them when I realise they're carrying a big light green bag. 'Oh shit they stole his measuring instrument!' I run the opposite direction to make sure no one else steals anything. I arrive at the place his instrument was at, a laser is lying on the ground in pieces. I pick it up and assemble it again. I pick up some other stuff lying around and put it back in the bags. Christian shows up panting. "They got away" he says. "Oh man that sucks..." "Yeah, my personal stuff was in there too, my phonebook and all." "But why did they run that direction? Wouldn't it have been better to run like up into that forest?" I ask and point. We start laughing. "Yeah, any way other than towards the construction site would have been better." My tongue starts feeling big, a common dream sign I have.

12.20: Bus
I'm on a bus with a few friends including Monica. We're all the way back in the bus and we're just talking about random things when an old lady infront of me turns around a bit and I recognise her. "Grandma!" I say. She turns around more and I realise it's my other grandma. "Don't you recognise your own grandma?" she asks me and laugh a bit. Infront of her is another person who looks just like my other grandma. "Wait, two of the same? How does that work..." I say and start thinking critically. I can't figure out how I can have two grandma's on my mother's side at the same time. The dream fades.

12.20: fOrceez is weird DEILD?
I'm left in the void but visualize the bus again and all of a sudden I'm in the front of the bus. Monica is next to me. "I'm dreaming!" I say out loud. "Yeah you are!" Monica replies with a big smile. The bus stops at a mall and I get out. "Forceez!" I ask out loud. "Yeah?" I hear behind me. I turn around and a small asian guy is walking towards me. He looks very young, not older than thirteen but other than that he looks just like in his pictures. He's smiling at me. "Tja!" I say, he doesn't reply. 'Oh shit that's right, he doesn't know Swedish.' "Hey man!" I say and shake his hand. We start walking into the open marketway. "Wow you're so small" I say. "Oh, perhaps it's because I'm so tall?" "So, what do you want to do?" I ask him. "First I gotta use telekinesis" I reach out with my hand toward some clothing racks up ahead. Forceez taps my arm and points to my right. It's a clock store for girls or kids, everything in it is pink.



"Seriously?" I ask and he nods. "Okay then." We head into the store and Forceez walks up to the wall and checks out the different watches. I realise the dream is becoming a bit unstable so I start touching stuff. I am careful not to press any buttons on the wall as I realise I'm touching their security pad. The dream becomes more stable. "Finding anything?" I ask. All of a sudden I start floating. 'God damnit, this dream was hard to stabilise!' I rub my hands and land again. He's holding a stack of boxes, I can see a sex swing set on one of the images. 'Uh, okay?' "How much for all that?" I ask the woman behind the cashier. "You know what, here" I put my wallet on the counter. "Keep it, I don't care" I say and head out the store, stepping over a box to get out. As soon as I get out the dream fades.



Probably the reason my subconscious thought of him as barely a teen, who knows?

12.20: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements: None

Tasks completed
BASIC ADVANCED TEAM

Successfully stabilise, Basic summon, Meet your teammate, Describe what your teammate looks like

That's it! Sweet lucid, now if only fOrceez can meet me, then we'll have loads of points for our team.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I'm in the living room, standing next to my dad. He's on the computer and turns around to face me.
He asks me if I already published my blog. I give him the link to my blog with only 2 articles.
I go back to my grandma's house (I live there) and turn on my laptop. I feel a little uncomfortable because my blog is a little personal and shows a part of me I don't want my family to see.

I return to my dad and I see my mom is also there. She looks depressed and irritated. She isn't very friendly to me and complains about all the things she wants me to do. I shrug and don't respond to her.

My sister's (don't have one) boyfriend enters the living room allong with a man. Her boyfriend is chubby and looks like a bully, the man is huge. Both in height and in weight.
The bully tells the huge man he saw him before when he was really drunk.
I feel like I don't belong there and run away.

It's completely dark outside. Pitch-black.
I arrive at a park. The grass, trees and bushes seem to emit a faint light but everything else is black.
I see 2 joggers on a path that surrounds the park. I see a different, really small path in front of me.
I decide to take that path and do my best to balance on it.

After a while, I forgot I was following a path and stood on the grass. I suddenly lose my balance and fall face first in the mud. It doesn't really bother me. I even feel safe down there. I see a worm passing by and at the same time a woman asks me if I'm ok. I tell her I'm fine and stand up again.

I see a video that is meant for me. 3 women talk about my blog and thank me.
One of the women is overweight. I tell myself not to judge her and as soon as I stop judging her, she loses all excessive fat and looks beautiful. I think that it's simply my own beliefs that make me see people as ugly or pretty.

I look at the comments on my blog and I see more and more quickly appearing.
I notice a comment: "Your articles are helpful and complete." I think complete means I provide all information for free instead of sharing only a little and selling the rest.
I see a graph of how many visitors I have today. It quickly goes from 0 to 600 and increases every second.
After that, I see a map on which I can see the location of my visitors. Most people are from Africa, South-America and Asia.

So the dream starts out with me walking through some streets , the whole city and streets where in madness i had no idea i just kept walking like a bad ass through the streets, then i go through what i seemed to call a police station where a hugeeee chunk of people were apparently evacuating and there was a little line for people to get in so im walking in the police station while everyone is exiting and some kid pushes me, i feel rage and think about hitting him but just keep walking when i get in, its this HUGEEEE patio with a shitload of containers some are stacked some are not then theres a mob coming at me and i see the kid who pushed me, i get pretty mad and soon enough we have a riot but not any normal riot. I was climbing containers like nothing, i would sort of climb them in a sort of flying way, so me and this kid were fighting we were climbing and fighting, and sometimes my view would change to other peoples and i remember, one transitioned to a man who had a low haircut, black jacket and a red shirt, scar on his left eyebrow. And on some containers there would be fences charged with electricity so the grownups would get the electricity flip and fight and flip and fight. So just as i had the kid i was fighting in sight he starts walking away. So i jump off the container and start walking there. They had all vanished i was in this courtyard all alone i was walking alone hearing my footsteps trying to make it to the entrance, it was a pretty long walk. Once i get to the entrance i know why everyones panicking A HUGEEE alien spaceship comes crashing into a building i was just watching it crash and standing there while i guess "my dad" in the dream which was nothing like my real life dad, but i had a feeling he was, he was sitting on a chair watching really astonished. So i look behind me and i see this guy a mage from skyrim handling the spaceship with a scroll that gives out icycles so i grab the ice and figure it out , then the dream ends.

I don't remember much from last night, although I believe I had a decent amount of dream activity.

Tunnels and strange archetecture

I am at the bottom of a deep shaft. It is kind of dark here. I believe that this is some place within the lower parts of Aperture Laboratories. I think I am trying to find my way out or something. I remember dreaming of this place before. It isn't exactly like Aperture from Portal, but it could easily fit in. Anyway, there are long corridors, stairs, and things I have to jump over.

Amish pancake breakfast

I am serving pancakes to Amish people. There are a bunch of Amish kids, who say funny things that I can't remember. The pancakes look really good, and I am pretty hungry, but I can't eat until I am done serving. It seems like a lot of people have to be served, too.

At this point someone wakes me up in real life. At first I am a bit annoyed, because the pancakes looked really good and now I won't get any.