non-lucid

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID NIGHTLY ADVENTURE

Good morning! Third day into the competition and I think it's doing what it should: Getting my motivation back on track. Had a dream and a fragment last night, was also up and saw shit again.

22.00: Sleep

00.03: Nightly Adventure
I wake up and look towards the kitchen. I can see water on the floor. 'Holy shit where is that water coming from?' I jump out of bed but it's too dark for me to see. The water reflected off some light from the outside. I crouch down and try to find the puddle again. After a minute I give up and realise there might not have been any water there in the first place.

05.30: Clubbing
I'm at a club. My sister and her friends are there too. "Buy me some drinks" she tells me. "Uhm sure, which one do you want?" I ask her. "I want a twenty fiver!" That's 25 cl of vodka. "You'll get a sixer" I tell her. She gives in and tells me it's okay. I order up a whole bunch of drinks that I hand out to her friends. We sit down at a table. A guy dressed in a pink shirt comes up to our table. He starts hitting on me. "I'm interested, are you?" he asks me. "No" I tell him. Another guy shows up and grabs the gay guy by his arm. "I'll take him then" he tells me. "Thanks man!" I say and insist on a hand shake. I shake his hand and head for the toilets. I'm all alone and take a long piss when my brother walks in. I try to button my pants but it takes forever. I must be really drunk.

05.30: Fragment
*I'm petting my mom's two dogs. They're big german shepherds and one starts to growl at me. "No!" I say and grab her muzzle.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Was a while since I had a nightly adventure, was fun.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I went to bed at 10:15 and had really nice sleep, but before bed I thought about LDing and SDing too much which led to failure of WILD...

I'm a bug!

I'm some kind of flying bug; I don't exactly know what am I but I think I'm a dragonfly. (similar to Zhuangi's butterfly dream!?) I had my two bug friends beside me. We are running away from a predator. this dream is kinda fuzzy but I remember flying over the grass and landing on a leaf. weird!

I'm human but there are still more bugs?

My family, neighbor H family and W family are having a trip to somewhere I recognize as a place of pond/ lake. There are so many fireflies that we have to clean them up. I see big ladybugs. after that H family leaves for home and we get ready to go home, too. we are passing thru a plastic bag? tunnel and inside, there are also plastic bag 'blocks' and there is a little hole that has a size about human head, and we have to pass it. I was frustrated.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I may have been flying through a neighborhood like the neighborhood I lived in as a teenager. It was a partly sunny, partly grey day. I landed in a backyard like my great grandmother's backyard.

I started walking along the side yard, toward the front of the house. My old landlady, Ms. U, was walking up from the front of the house, on my right side.

Ms. U still looked old, maybe in her late sixties. But she seemed to be in better shape, and to have a slightly smaller frame. She wore dark jeans and a dark green shirt, as if she were out gardening.

I waved to Ms. U. She reluctantly waved at me. It was like she didn't really want to talk to me. I knew why. It was obvious to her, like it was to me, that I wasn't going to be able to pay my rent soon. She didn't want to talk to me because she was disappointed in me.

Ms. U was now behind me. She met up with one of her friends. They were both going to walk down to the supermarket together. They were walking behind me. I turned right, as they did, and walked down the sidewalk, to the corner of the block.

As I walked, I thought that maybe I would be able to pay my rent, after all. Maybe I would get a job. Then Ms. U wouldn't be so disappointed in me. So, if all that was going to happen, and I could believe it, why could't Ms. U? Why did Ms. U have to not talk to me?

At the same time, I got the feeling that maybe Ms. U wasn't very disappointed in me. Maybe she would talk to me, if I'd just slow down and walk with Ms. U and her friend.

The sidewalk was gone. But we weren't walking on the lawns of the front yards. We were walking on grass like grass that edges vacant lots. The grass was dry, tan, rough, and clumpy. There was a wooden fence to my right at one point. At another point there was at least one orange traffic cone. I kept feeling like I was going to lose my balance and fall into the road.

Dream #2

I was sitting in a restaurant. My table was basically all by itself, in a space that looked like the hallway of a house. It was dark, lit by a dim, blue light, like candlelight in a blue, glass holder. My table was in a little, doorway like niche in the wall. I sat so I faced the restaurant's front door, which was barely visible to me from where I sat.

I knew that there were a lot more tables in another room. The room was somewhere off to my right, i.e. down the hall, and around to the right through another hall.

People kept coming by, apparently angry or jealous of me for having this table all to myself. Some of them started trying to do things like leave their stuff on my table.

One person had a huge, black, wire-cart, like for laundry or groceries. She tried to slide it in between the unused chair of my table and the wall. I stood up and said, "Don't put your stuff in that space!" I moved the cart right out of the way. I may have stuck it in some dark corner just off from the niche I sat in.

I decided that people were jealous of me because they thought I had this space all to myself. So I tried to make it look like I wasn't alone. I laid my bookbag and my jacket on the opposite seat, like somebody else was sitting there. I then pushed the seat far back, so that nobody would try to sit anything behind it. I also figured I'd act like I was waiting for someone to come back.

Time passed. I was now being sternly lectured by a Meryl Streep-like business woman in a white blouse and long, beige skirt. The woman demanded to know why I had been away from my seat for so long.

I vaguely remembered that I had had to go out the front door of the restaurant to help people who were loading something out of a semi-truck's trailer. It had, I remembered, seemed really important for me to have done this. If I had sat here instead of gone out to help, I suspected that this woman would have been yelling at me for that, instead.

The woman told me, "Don't you know we have an important client coming to visit us today? How long were you runnning around outside? Do you even know? Even if it was just a few minutes, the client could have come inside while you were missing. He could be wandering around lost in the restaurant right now. And we wouldn't even know it!"

Dream #3

I woke up. I pulled my blanket off of myself and looked at the upper right corner of my bed. My bedroom light was off, but my hall light was on, and it lit my room a bit. My blankets and sheets were brown.

There was a fly crawling across the corner of my bed. This kind of disgusted me, as if it were a far worse insect than a fly. I brushed the fly off and started worrying about bugs.

I stood up and walked down the hallway -- possibly (I'm not sure), because I heard a strange noise coming from my bathroom.

I got to the bathroom. The lights were on and were really bright. The shower was running, which was odd in itself. But after a moment of focusing, I realized that the shower itself was acting weird. The water was rushing way stronger than usual, and the nozzle seemed to be spraying out in a few different, weird directions.

I looked closer at the shower pipe. I now saw that it didn't even have a head! No wonder it was spraying all weird. I decided to shut off the shower water and figure out how to solve this problem.

I turned off the water. But now there was a strange rumbling in the bathroom. The walls seemed to shake. Suddenly the portion of the wall just beside and below the shower pipe began spouting out water through little holes! The force of the water I'd shut off was so strong that it had burst through the wall in little, fountain-like holes!

I stood back from this and watched it all. I knew that this kind of plumbing problem was much more than I by myself could handle. I'd have to call in my landlord.

I really didn't want to have to call in my landlord. I knew he was already against me for a number of reasons. I didn't want him wandering through my house, peering aroud like he thought he'd find some sort of incriminating evidence about me. But I knew, regardless of the inconvenience to me, that I'd have to call the landlord.

But now, suddenly, the wall over the side of my bathub also burst open with little fountains of water! These fountains of water were either bright pink or else left bright pink stains on the wall. The fountains of water were also more like jets -- they blasted in a flat, sideways pattern, along the wall, almost like sheets of water pouring down a sidewalk on a rainy day.

And then all new things came out of the wall! I thought of these things as leaks and water. But they weren't water: they were steel. They were like surgery or dentistry implements, stainless steel devices, attached to steel cords, like the ringed cords on receivers for payphones.

Some of these cord may have had robotic, or even white-gloved, hands attached to them, holding the implements. The number of cords, hands, and implements springing out of the wall seemed to be increasing and increasing, cluttering up the whole top of the wall.

Dream #4

I was with a couple of men, one of whom may have been my brother. The other man was something like an ex-Marine. He was tall and muscular, slightly tanned, with blue eyes and pale-blonde hair in a buzz cut.

We were in some kind of suburban area. It was possibly early morning, just before sunrise. We may have started out at a house or a small shop. We were loading things into a truck. These things were either items for security systems on houses, or else they were nuclear bombs.

We drove in a pickup truck to some place. As we did, I thought about what we were doing. The man may have been talking to me about it as well. I knew we were definitely installing security systems on houses. But we also had nuclear missiles in our truck, and we were definitely concerned, in some way or another, with a slightly touchy situation regarding nuclear deterrence.

We drove into and through a big parking lot, to a small, one-story building, possibly with white walls and a flat, steel-siding-like, blue roof.

Somehow I now saw as if I were now twenty or thirty meters behind the truck. Missiles were being pulled out of the back of the truck. There were probably two missiles. I only saw their tail ends. They looked like the tail-end of an X-15 manned rocket, not a missile.

I now stood just inside the building with the man. There were a few other people about, including a few little, Latino children, apparently. The inside of the building felt completely unused. There were no lights on, though there may have been some dusty office equipment. The front window may also not have had a glass pane in it.

The man and I were talking (somehow -- telepathically?) about some woman who had had some sort of difficulty in her professional life.

As we were talking about this, I kept hoping I'd just say the right thing. I felt like the military and government had me under suspicion. My appearance alone, I knew, marked me as suspicious. If I said the wrong thing, I'd be detained for sure.

I wandered down a front deck and onto the parking lot, toward the Latino children. I was still "speaking" with the military man. The kids were looking at a hole in the parking lot. It was a rectangular hole, about three meters long and two meters wide. It seemed to go down a long way.

As I looked into the hole, it began to appear as if it held something inside, like a gigantic birthday cake. The cake was covered in frosting that was colored with brilliant swirls of blue, turquoise, green, and white. Tropical fish, either plastic or sugar, also adorned the cake.

I was now "speaking" to the military man about how the woman we had been discussing was probably suffering from an animus possession. She was letting the male side of herself dominate her personality. It was making her overly aggressive, so that nobody could work with her.

As I "spoke" of this, it now became my task to scrape frosting off the cake. I was scraping huge, huge globs of solid green, solid blue, and solid white frosting off the cake. Occasionally I'd also scrape off a few fish.

The scraped-off frosting all went into some deeper part of the pit. It was now like the cake was L-shaped, so that the upper left quadrant (as I faced it) of the rectangle was left free for this deep pit, this extra space for the frosting.

But I noticed that as I scraped off the frosting, it became kind of mushy and unappealing. It still looked very sweet. But on the cake it had been firm, which would, I assumed, add to the pleasure of the taste. Off the cake it was just sickly sweet and mushy.

I wondered why the frosting had to be scraped off the cake, anyway. Someone apparently thought there was excess frosting on the cake. But I didn't. I thought the frosting was good, and that there was just enough.

I was in a mall with my brother. We went into gamestop and played some kind of Scott pilgrim racing game.
I was in a store kind of like a walmart. There was a slope to a garage underground where the karts were kept. My brother and big mike were there too. I got into a go kart and they shared one. We began to race on the trail throughout the store. We switched karts a few tines and had a few more races. Then we wound up going off the track and into the rest of the store.
There was a shelf with plug and play NES games. Around the corner a man and his kids were looking at a bed.

Lucid Danny Phantom. I was new character, half ghost as well. Poor. Danny's sister bought me food. Oreos. Aware of unreaility but playing the part.

Colour Legenda:
Setting| Technique used | Dream (lv1) | Dream (lv2) | Lucid Dream | Notes
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First dream:
I'm at work and they're passing my job on to my coworker. I can see his desk with my stuff on it, including my clothes XD

Second dream:
2 Robots are interrogating a third robot, at my aunt and uncle's place (we talked about them at dinner IRL), taking the poor thing apart and reassembling just for torture purposes. I'm just watching this dream. The robot being tortured has red, muscle-like looking parts and limbs, connected by wires representing veins, i guess?

I told someone on dreamviews.com yesterday, that robots are nightmare creatures for me. ..apparently not.

And i *know* i had a third dream between these two but i can't remember it. Serves me right for being too lazy to blog it immediately >_<

Dec.4,2011. Today, I got up at 6:48am, WBTB at 7:48am.

Don't recall much.
I was at home in SK. There was an aquarium, I guess we neglected to take care of it, because when we discovered it much later, it was overgrown and there were some fantastic animals living it. Like two huge - 3 feet long millipedes, multicolored, beautifull, but they gave me creeps. All kinds of different lifeforms. It's funny, this is not a first dream I have had about overgrown aquarium.

I am in a lecture theatre... and I walked down to the bottom. There is a professor getting ready for his lecture. For a moment I think its Simon G, well perhaps he is, but I can't tell for sure. When I am passing by, I look at his nose and it looks as if he had some disease on in. Its all brown and with a thick layer or sore skin as if he had some infection on it. I just keep walking. There is a stage behind and some door. I know the door goes outside, but I never went through. When I come to the door, it is actually a gate. This gate is made of several flat metal bars. As I come near it... it rotates on the top and it pulls the metal bars up. I look at it wit amazement. I don't understand how is that done. How could the metal bar "bend"?? I keep moving forward and backwards just to see how the gate opens and closes. I cannot figure it out, but its very cool. Then there is another one that separates the outside world with the University area.

Next thing I now is that I am at a bank. It is Loyds. I want to open new account so I can get my phone insurance. I am standing in the middle and wait for someone to serve me. There is this cocky guy as an assistant and he seems little confused. Then he comes to me and I tell him about the account I want to open. He says that it is no problem and just to take a seat. So I do. He sits next to me. What strikes me is the way he sits. Balancing on the char with his legs spread, as if some teenager or so. I always pay attention to body language so no wonder this surprised me. I though to myself, that this is not very professional. Then I notice a woman, that is clearly a manager. I ask the guy what documents do I need, because I don't have anything on me really. He looks at the manager, then he says, that we see what can be done. Next I can hear some other customers that are opening new account, talking about address and postal code. I think, thats good, I can remember mine easily. And I do so.

Then I am on my way back to the lecture and my phone rings. Its George. We chat for a while and he asks me if I go out, to Disco Hut with him. I don't understand as he is supposed to be in australia. He says that he is in Czech and whether I am coming soon too. We find out that he is staying only until 20/12 whereas I am coming back at 21/12... so its not gonna work out.

I want to show my friend Minda, where one underground bar is. We go through some basement. I remember maze of corridors and stairs. At one point I warn Minda to mind his head as the ceilings are tricky. He says "no worries" and as soon as he says that, he hits his head. He looks at a sign on the wall written on a piece of paper, warning about the ceiling, and wonders how come he did hit it anyway.Then we get to the actual bar. First there is a large room where some young people hang around. They seem like skingeads or so. Then the bar it is just one room, with a bar at the end. My friend Pavel O. is standing by the bar, already drunk as I can see and he is just pouring another big shot of clear, vodka like, alcohol in his mouth. I wave at him and he sees me and comes to me. We have a quick chat, as much as one can talk about with a drunk guy. Next, we are at the bar again and Pavel have some coins on the bar. I start counting the coins (not sure why). I can see 20p coins. I select them out and ad them all up in one pile. Then there are some £1 coins too... one or two actually. All in all it makes some £3 pounds or so. Then I ask how much is a beer and I am told, by the bartender that its £3.20. Pavel makes some gesture as if it doesn't matter, and orders another drink.

Then it seems like I am in the bar again, but another occasion. I think I am there to observe aggressive behaviour and I am hoping that some fight will pick up. Suddenly I see some brown girl telling something to Pavel. He is well drunk now. It takes not time and he slaps her across her face. The slap is so hard that it turns the girl around. I am surprised as I didn't expect that. For some reason (as strange as it may be) I feel like no one can say anything as he didn't hit her, but just slapped her. I stand there expecting that people will react to this, but the buzz goes on as people mind their own business.... strange dream

Sleep: 1:31 AM
Method: Intention "I will remember my dream"

My contacts dried up. I threw them out of my window. Travel. Dormitory.

Some dreams I've been having lately have got me wondering about some oddities in my dreams that I'm calling "escape sequences" for now. I've been noticing patterns in some of the things that happen to me when I wake up from a dream and stay aware through the trippier third-person parts of it. I'll explain them in a bit though, first let me get the dream descriptions out.

#1 (from a couple nights ago)

I was hanging out with I, a girl I knew all through public school never once actually hung out with in real life, and we were over at her house, although it was actually the house of some family friends we have, and those family friends' dogs were even running around and jumping on counters much higher up than they'd actually be able to reach. We were eating cookies that her mom was making, and we were getting ready to go shopping for a while, but at the last second she realizes that she had something else she had to do, so she calls this imaginary girl M to come go shopping with me instead. Alrighty then.... We go out front and I gets in her car and I approach it, but then realize I'm supposed to be getting in M's car instead so I go sit in the front passenger seat while she talks to J, N, and I think O who were all just randomly standing on I's front lawn. It's raining pretty heavily through all of this, and the road we're parked on is REALLY slanted, with the car facing downhill. So I'm sitting in her Jeep, and it starts rolling forward. I reach over to the wheel and pedals to stop it and reverse back up to the house, but I accidentally overshoot it and go nearly up to the top of the hill, and while this is happening the rain clears up and it becomes bright and sunny (and totally dry ). At the top of the hill there is another "car" that is made of a disassembled mannequin, with the head at the front, an arm and a leg as the front tires, and the other arm and leg on opposite sides as the back tires, and nothing but steel bars connecting them as the body, and as I'm looking at it it flies straight up into the air! I let the car roll back down to the correct spot, and I get out of the car and explain that I just had to go up to the top of the hill to see that thing first. Then I go to the door and I's dad opens it and is pissed because he thinks that I stole M's car. I try to explain what happened and say "This is going to sound weird, and I know this is how it's supposed to be but listen.... I don't remember it starting as a dream, but... I think it was...." (Somehow, this didn't cue me into the fact that I was dreaming. ) I's dad doesn't listen and he starts strangling me to death. But as I try to explain a little more he stops and tells me that I'm dead and I'm a genius and that my story matched all the words from Romeo and Juliet AND Peter Pan exactly, after which he started ballet dancing and instead of strangling me was forcing me to dance with him, but I kept stumbling and messing up. At this time I kept flashing back and forth between this and a kind of third-person look at rows and rows of nonsense words (that basically looked like mashing the keyboard and hitting the space bar now and then) that I would try to read and get very confused by. Also while this was happening there was a strange group of people around us which at the time I perceived as dancing with us, however when I think back what they were actually doing was... they would start out staring directly in my direction, and then they would turn away and walk off or leave or something, but the motions seemed to play out in a very mechanical fashion that's difficult to properly describe. And they were all varied distances away from me, but they all started with this same demented, soulless smile on their faces. There were a good amount of them, but the only one I remember very clearly was a girl wearing glasses, a black/dark gray t-shirt, and boxers with vertical red and white stripes. Very strange....

#2 (from last night)

The fact that there were lots of houses without any locks on their doors was a big plot point in this dream, but unfortunately I forgot most of that plot because of what happened next. What I do remember is looking around at a house that I was intending to buy and being concerned about how that house also doesn't have any locks. I hear someone breaking in (more like walking in) and freak out. I hide around a corner waiting for them to walk by so I can jump at them, but when they do I leap out and get switched to a moving third-person perspective. Or, not exactly, it's more like... first-person but extremely dissociated. The guy, who looks kind of like a hipster Elvis Costello fan wearing a long, fuzzy pink leigh, laughs at me and my failed attempt. Suddenly I'm back in the same type of situation as the ballet dancing from the previous dream, only without the words or anything, just the people staring at me and then turning or walking away or whatever. The hipster guy is one of them, as is a goth girl, a girl in something resembling a black and red FOnewearl costume from Phantasy Star Online (but sluttier, and a little different), and a girl in a completely absurd black and white horizontal striped outfit with lots of feathers and something of a post-modern clown-like look, and a face painted totally white with black patterns on it. My vision slowly moved from left to right over these people, to the backdrop of some kind of game/clothes store, until it passed over a mirror and stopped right in front of my reflection, where I could see that I was one of these demented/soulless people just like the rest of them, I looked totally different from myself and was probably the most normal looking of the group, wearing mainly tight blue jeans and a pink top, but my clothes still had a decidedly trippy style to them and my face was the most soulless of them all, it felt like I was staring into the darkest part of myself, with a big evil grin on my face. My vision stopped moving when it passed over this "me", but I could see another girl to the right of me trying on a white, black, red, and green dress with leaf patterns on it, but then the store clerk (unseen) started yelling at us and we decided to book it. I woke up as that was happening. I remember that everyone in the group was talking about some drinking game while this was happening, but I don't recall any details of it. The whole thing felt extremely psychedelic.

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So, the escape sequences. The first one is the nonsense words thing, which has happened to me a good number of times. It always turns out to be very clear typing, often Times New Roman I think lol. It's always a bunch of nonsense but sometimes looks more realistic than others, and it's always third-person, and my mind just struggles to make sense of what's going on until I wake up. That's a pretty strange one. The other one, this newer one, is the turning/leaving people thing. It's really getting to me because it feels extremely alien. I can remember at least one time before where it's happened, but not in detail. I just had to point those out because I think I'll probably be dealing with them again, and I'd like to figure them out as much as possible if I can....

12/05/11

I am in my bedroom. I come out into the living room to say hello to my mother. She says the cat is outside and I need to help her catch her. I go out the front door, which is standing wide open. There is a cat on the deck, but it isn't one of the cats I have right now. It's a cat I lost several years ago, a cute little tortoiseshell named Amber.

Amber is sitting on the deck and washing herself, looking completely unconcerned. I head for the kitty to pick her up, but she gets up and jumps off the deck into the grass below. I go down off the deck to try to catch the cat. There are some kids in the driveway playing with a basket ball. I am afraid they will scare Amber. My mom asks how they got in the yard. One of them says there is a gate in the back that is open. I don't remember there being a gate… My mom says she wants the kids to leave before the dogs come out. She opens the front gate to let the kids out. I am yelling to her to not open the gate yet, I haven't caught Amber. I think there is more chance of Amber leaving if the gate is actually open. She doesn't seem to be paying attention to me. I feel something by my feet and I am relieved to see Amber is now rubbing against me and purring. I wake up and find out my waking life cat, Midna, is right by my face and purring loudly.

Church

I show up late to church, and miss choir practice. Or else I got sidetracked once I got to church and didn't make it. I am messing around in the basement doing something, and realize that the service is starting. I decide not to enter through the side door to the sanctuary, since I have to cross to the other side of the room to get to where my family is sitting. I go around another way so as to be more discreet.

Concentration Camp

I am in a concentration camp. It seems to be like an episode of Hogans Heroes, because although I am a prisoner everything seems light hearted. The Germans have a shipment of new machine guns coming in, and we somehow get a hold of one. They are big guns, with ammunition included.

I go into a room where there is a table. We start drinking beer, or something. Some other guy pours the beer onto the table, and we lap it up. Knowing an easier way to drink, somebody makes a groove appear all the way around the table to catch the beer that is poured onto it. There are small resevoirs cut into the table as well.

There is a code of some sort I am trying to crack. Someone says it is related to a message that my Grandfather received 40 years ago. We aren't even quite sure what the message was, but I think it has to do with something weird that someone told him. This person had said a jumble of seemingly random words. I look at the paper with the code on it, which is also a bunch of random words. I try inserting letters from the phrase my Grandfather heard into the message, but I don't get anything meaningful.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a freaky dream last night, I guess you could call it a nightmare. Also two fragments.

23.00: Sleep

03.30: Time to come clean
I receive a text message on my phone. It's my mom, telling me something I don't want to forget about later that week. 'Oh god... How will I ever be able to look her in the eyes again? I put the phone in my pocket and start walking. Strangely enough the deeds I've done doesn't disturb me half as much as the thought of finally coming clean, but it has to be done. 'How many is it now? Three... No wait four.' I walk out on a bridge going over a road. I look down at what I'm holding. It's a human head with most of the flesh gone. I throw it over the bridge and watch it roll down the dim lit street. A parked van stops it and a loud "bang" follows. 'Someone must have heard that, it's done. They will find my prints on that head and put me away for ever.'

I walk across the bridge and take a right just after some shacks. I head down to the end of the street where a river is flowing by. 'Who have I killed now? My sister Malin, her friend Diana, some evil guy who did something bad and one more. Perhaps I should grab a canoe and just run away?' I feel so bad about it all, what I'm about to face, that I can barely take it. I open a cage nearby and take off my pants. I decide to see if anyone's found the head yet. I walk around the corner and should be able to see the van from behind now, but it's not there. There's just a big cleaning truck sweeping the streets.

The dream skips. I'm talking to my dad in his house. He says something about my sister Malin. "Oh, so I didn't do anything then!" I exclaim, happier than ever. I ask him about Diana. "She's been dead for a while now, you know that" he tells me. 'Fuck. That means I really killed her.'

05.30: Fragments
*I'm down at a football field made out of gravel. There are tracks from a car all around. My coworker David shows up and tells me he's the one responsible for them. I look up at the building and another coworker is up on the roof. He lifts a girl up and puts her down again. All of a sudden my friend Henrik appears and tells me that the guy on the roof eats alot of candy because that's good for you when you're working out alot. I tell them I usually eat nuts instead. David asks me if he can borrow my car. The place he's going to is not even a hundred meters away but he can't be bothered to walk.

*I'm in a car with Monica. We're on a paved road in the middle of the woods which is slick as hell. We almost go off the road. "I don't feel like visiting my mom anymore. Not now when her husband's got MS, they won't even remember me being there then" she tells me.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 6 hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I'm at my old house on burford road. Me & Joe are folding and packing up some cloths, i find a dress and some shoes, neither one of us knows who it belongs to. "its probably hayley's, she stayed here a while back - must have left it here" i say to Joe. He agrees with me, the dress is black with white pokadots and a green thread around the edge of the dress.

I ask Joe if he has seen Hayley Lately & he says yes, im slightly taken aback by this as they arent actually friends.

We leave the house and get in my car.

Dream 2

Im now with my italian family, round a dinner table they are telling me about some aftershave i left there, its in a baby blue bottle, they place it on the table and tell me to take it with me, i say something like "oh i had completely forgotten about that"

My family continue to talk to me about things but i blank it out and stare at the aftershave bottle, its a really weird shape...

Dream 3

Im on a beach, its really nice, its hot, sunny and the sea is really blue. Im with my italian family again, i walk away from them all down to a little shed with loads of towels draped all over it, it has a sign that says something about 10 euros. I reach out in my mind to my cousin, Nicola, i ask her a few questions. To my amazement, writing starts to appear on the towel that is closest to me, and its answering the questions i asked!
We talk back and forth for a while, then I turn around and go for a stroll at the seas edge, i end up on a mini island where the sand is more raised and the tide is coming in, i turn back and look at the shed, i see a huge crows of kids all standing there, pointing at it. I figure that nicola must still be communicating so i head back there.

As i get there i find that there is more writing on the towels - i decide to freak out/ show off to, the kids. I strike up the conversation again, out loud this time so they can hear me. The kids are amazed when they see the writing appear, my other cousin Natalia comes over to see what the fuss is about she doesn't believe that i am talking to Nicola, so i say "nic, Natalia is here and she says hi to Daniel" we wait for a few seconds, then writing appears "hey Talia!" She is shocked & gets the whole family to come over.

Dream 4

I am in an urban environment, i am given an option to select a mech suit and choose a red one that looks pretty cool. Once i select it i am INSIDE the mech and enemies start to appear pretty much straight away, i target and lock onto them by imagining my xbox controller and pressing LT. I then fire at them all by pressing A.

I figure out how to use the mechs jet pack and begin flying around above the enemies shooting away. I land on a rooftop and see a load of vehicle type mechs but through a wall next to me, as they are coming out im hammering the LT button and targeting them all, once they are locked, i jet pack up again and blast them whilst in the air.