non-lucid

Okay I don't remember most of the details of these ones (dreamt all this on 5/10 but I'm writing this from the futureee), I need to either write better notes when I wake up or post them on here sooner lol


- I brought friends home and my mom was home early. I asked why, and she said "because you took half the day off". I told her that meant I didn't want her around lol.


- I was on a trip with my cousin and my grandmother. We were all on these separate but huge beds trying to sleep, except I was laying sideways. One of them asked me to turn off the lights but I didn't.

I was reading nedroid comics on my iPod. Then I was looking at this calendar on his site that had previews up. There was one picture that was mostly warm toned that said "who wants to fly?" then had two flying cats, one saying to the other "you're doing great!". Another was mostly cool toned and had a penguin zooming by on skates in an icy place at night, leaving a trail of light behind him.

I went back to comics then and looked at one that involved someone saying "yeah you telephone." I made a comment about it out loud, and my grandmother asked what he said. I didn't wanna say for some reason, but eventually did really quietly, and she was like "okay go to school." Then there was something about how I had to give her money because 'it was her money anyway'.


- ..I'll just put here what I wrote in my notes: "Lots of stabbing in MLP". I'm sure it made sense at the time I wrote it, but shortly after getting up I couldn't remember anything at all pertaining to that phrase. xD


- I was staying in this weird kinda small inn with my cousins for a night. The surrounding area looked like a spot downtown in my city. The next day, we all left, but I realized I couldn't find my iPod, so I went back with one other person (don't remember who) to see if it was at the inn. I was on phone MSN.

We talked to the girl at the desk, and she said we could go look. The whole place was kind of cramped and messy, but kind of homey feeling, with dimmed lights and lots of mismatched colours everywhere. I searched through our room, then went to another one to look, bumping into someone in the hall on my way. The room was quite messy, the walls were yellow and the mattress was just sitting on the floor. I looked all around in blankets on the floor and stuff, but didn't find anything.

Suddenly I realized my iPod had been tucked into the waistband of the PJ pants I was wearing the whole time. I said I'd found it and whoever I was with left. On my way out, I said bye to the nice blonde girl at the desk, and found out that she was a robot.

I left and it was dark out. I remember walking downhill and seeing that across the street there were a bunch of old looking streetlamps lined up close to one another all the way down. It didn't really look like downtown anymore. I ended up at the mall and went in. It was packed, and I was kind of embarrassed because I looked awful and messy and was in my PJs, but shrugged it off and walked through the food court to get to the other end.

I ended up at this weird almost lobby kind of place that was between the exit of the mall and the exit to outside. It was all white and tiled, and had a place where it turned off into a changing room for some reason. I went in there and then came back out and sat on a silver metal bench that was there. There was also a dad and his two sons there, they were looking at me kind of weirdly. Eventually I got up and left.

I stood outside the door, it was dark and rainy and looked like downtown again. I looked at my phone and it was around 10pm. I called my mom and asked if she could come pick me up. She told me that she and some other people had just gone to some really cool play or show I was supposed to be at too, but I missed it. I was a little disappointed but not too much.


- This wasn't from this night but the description of the inn above reminded me of a dream I think I had sometime so I'm gonna write here what I remember. I was in someone's house that I didn't know very well. It was massive, all the floors and ceilings were white, and all the walls were different soft lavenders and blues. All the furniture was white or silver as well and there was lots of crystal around. There were decorations on the walls like this one textured white and beige framed seashell picture. I was in a room with a crib in it. There's totally more but I can't quite grasp it.


...Apparently I can remember some stuff after all hahah.

- Just sad it was a dream :C
Also, don't read this if you don't want the details of me having sex with a 15 year old.

I was at a school party, being bored. I then thought about how difficult and frustrating it could be to simply get a hang of a girl, or at least lose my virginity, and see what it's like.
Just as I thought that, I noticed a girl sitting alone, waving for me to approach her. As I came over, I noticed she was nude, she wanted me to play with her. She was a blonde ~15 year old (I'm 16, it counts), with a perfect body and a decent 6/10 face. I crouched next to her, and felt her. I could feel her coarse trimmed pubic hair, and further down was her lips. I started fingering her, but she wanted more, and I stuck it inside. There were other people around, but we didn't care. We continued on all night, and some guy told me that a teacher at the school saw me and I would likely get expelled from it for fucking in it, publicly.
I noticed it was starting to get bright outside, and we grabbed our stuff to go back to my room. I carried her the whole way. Someone had blocked the stairs with furniture however. I pushed it aside and we got into my room. She laid down on a mattress on the floor and used my laptop while I was undressing. She was undressed already.
Things start to get confusing now.
I saw a windows bar at the bottom of my vision. I wanted to do Steam -> Friends and pick her, but accidentally chose 'Exit Steam' instead. She disappeared along with Steam. I feverishly tried to reopen it, but when I finally did, she was off. I figured she left and I would probably see her again.

To the greatest disappointment in my life, I woke up and remembered I took a 3 hour nap, and now I am yet again suicidal because my life will never be anything great like that dream.

My dream last night was non-lucid and a dream fragment.

What I could remember was that I was walking down an old road--like the ones you see in ghost movies--and I was looking for someone. Who, I wasn't sure, but I knew I needed to find them.

I get to a cover bridge and someone is standing inside. on the other side of the bridge it's pouring rain.

Well, I walk to the person and they're in a cloak, the hood up. I walk up to them and they don't move so I go to remove the hood and I wake up.

Any ideas what this means?

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

05-10-11 No intentions, not even to get lucid, though maybe with a hint of wanting to remember dreams. Stoned.

“Underground Potterish showdown”

I am in a Harry Potter like universe. I am Harry to begin with I think, but then something happen something about an adventure and a person shifting into a black jaguar or similar.

I then become one of the twin brothers I think and we are supposed to go to this theatre or school and scare up the evil kids who are voting capital V. Throughout the dream when I am this brother I recall comparing my wand with my brother's, which I believe is the elder wand. Or at least something stupidly powerful.

Mine is.. quite the opposite. It s fairly long and thick, though it seems made of plastic or candy. It is made of all sorts of transparent coloured tubes that are wrapped around the main shape to give the wand in it's entirety a rather complex look. It is flexible as fuck though, which sort of surprise me. I remember thinking “I really like this wand” although I am not a wand guy. I even thought about that during the dream “I really don't like wands, but this one..” Anyways enough of me talking about how much I love my stick, and on to how I use it!

We head to the theatre and walk through the doors. I can't recall if we have any problems walking in, but I don't think so. There is a wall immediately behind the doors and we walk around this and find another set of doors. I ward myself with a spell that will nullify the first 3 offensive spells that hit me, by drawing my wand in a half circle around me and saying something in a tongue I didn't knew I know. Though I remember not what I said the language sounded dark side, and it ends on a defensive word like “defendarius” “Repeltor” or maybe it was “reflector” (though this last word I used in a later dream and I might just be confusing myself). I only become aware of this 3-spell-limitation in function later on when I am battling the kids and I think to myself “Gee I wonder how many charges are left on my shield?”.

So my brother and I slam open the doors and find a crowd turning their heads in surprise. I can sense that I am becoming angry and I start slinging out spells, though I think I am aware of not wanting to kill anyone, they need to be hurt enough to get scared. I seem to remember some sort of slicing spell that will cut them a bit, but not kill. We are walking down a centre isle and as we get to the bottom of this and are standing around the people I say something more in my dark side tongue and take off in flight to my left, which is also where I spot Voldemort. I am not particular afraid of him though he is looking at me, and this is also the time I check up on the status of my shield.

The dream skips a bit though this might just be due to the violent battle that ensues. In any case I find myself outside the theatre and it was apparently located on this ledge. The surroundings have a dark feel to them, unnatural dark at that. Like it is a city underground, which would explain the fragmented memories of walking around underground/sewer tunnels.

The feel is exactly like this:



However imagine that the platform is naturally attached to the tunnel where the POV is, instead of the mechanical “arm” that is holding it up, and on the platform is the theatre in question. I am looking at the theatre from a distance up in the air and I can see the tunnel I am supposed to go to. The place is collapsing (further) into the ground.

I hear my cousin's voice, she is asking me “Will he survive?” she is referring to my brother, who is not as close to leaving the theatre as I am. I see him jumping between the broken pieces of rubble and fly down and grab him and his dog (?) under my right arm and reply “Sure he is” in a cheeky voice, while I pull him into the tunnel, safe from the fall.
…...........

“Powerless Christmas, Angels and Wizards”

I am in my parents' house in Hornslet and it is Christmas time. I am looking for some paint I used to play with when younger painting role small figures. I need to get this paint to Pil, one of my friends who needs to paint a character for a role play he is playing at the minute. I might as well grab it while I am there, as I have bought a figure myself recently, in fact quite a large one that is supposed to depict “the queen of blades” combined with some sort of fallen angel.

The figurine I am holding is separated into two pieces, which is bugering me a bit because I have to hold onto two pieces rather than one, which is just mentally demanding. At the same time I don't really want to attach the piece if it means it will be trickier to paint the figure.

I am walking around thinking a bit about where I have left the paint, though I am somewhat positive that it will be in a box on the attic of the main building, though it is entirely possible that it is on the attic of the added apartment building.

I walk into the guest room and I see the light flicker. I look a bit closer and it does it again. The light is fairly yellowish compared to how the light would normally look. It flickers again and this reminds me of that one Christmas where we didn't have power (never happened) and the scenery changes to being of the parking grounds of the church, heavily clouded and with light snow falling.

Skip.

I am now in a field with a bandit group or similar and we are out collecting wood. It is still Christmas time and the group has no power either, which is why we are collecting wood. I am the second in command and the leader is not there. I get the feeling I am somewhat stupid.

We are trying to get the wood back to camp via an alternative route that involves tying up all the wood in a bundle and sending a small monkey across a puddle of water with it. However as the monkey is crossing the water the knots around the wood loosen and the wood ends up all over the ”shores” of this little puddle. I notice the monkey sitting across the puddle with an attitude that looks like he is giving up.

I do a little speech to my men saying that the only reason we are out on this shitty day and the Christmas is bad is because we have no power. I rally my troops and point at a theatre all of a sudden standing in the same field. “There is power right there, and I am going to take it” I say. The theatre is in fact a nuclear power plant that has been shut down for unknown reasons.

I walk to the door, which is one of those double swing doors and the door knobs have a red diode light in the middle of them. I kick the doors in, I think I have to do it twice, but I manage to get in. I feel a sense of aggression rising again. We are faced with a wall we have to walk around (a bit like the previous potter dream) and when we are around this wall I am faced with an angel in human form guarding the door. I throw a spell that will make me immune to angelic attacks and continue past the angel, without thinking more about her leaving her speech less.

In the hall I see a wizard standing on my right hand side, I think it is the brother from the previous dream. He is about to react so I mumble something dark side again (this time the ending word is “...Reflector” which will make any spell he throw at me return in his face).

I keep walking down the centre walkway towards a band playing down in the bottom of the hall. I know I can pick up the microphone stand telekinetically and this is the point where I think “hang on a minute..” Loads of people are panicking and trying to get out of the theatre/powerplant. Some are running past be back the way from which I came and others are running further into the building, maybe towards exits unknown to me.

I put out my arms in a defensive, yet apologetic gesture and say “Whoah, whoah, whoah... Lucid... Lucid” in order to get the people to calm down and realise it is just a dream. It doesn't work. Then I see someone that doesn't look like a DC run past me and I grab him asking him if he is another dreamer, he say yes. I ask his name and he tells me it is “Shakira” which makes me suspicious and I say “Shakira, really!?” “Tjakira/Tchakira” he corrects me. His appearance has now changed from a blonde man with short cut hair to a man with long grey/black hair.

I leave him and head back out again. I fly a bit after having thought about why I am walking about like a looser, but I decide to not fly that much any more anyways. Back towards the entrance I am faced with the wall I had to walk around to get in. I decide to fly against it and through it, but end up slamming right into it, though it happens really slowly and without pain.

Someone behind me is laughing at my efforts of going through the wall, but I don't really care. I just drop down and walk around. as I am closer to the exit the dream starts fading. So I, quite aggressively, slam my hands out to either side and start feeling up the walls, which feels like tile, wet and cold as well as breathing through my nose. The air is equally cold.

Slowly the dream comes back and someone, maybe one of the twins from Hornslet, is walking in the building. Outside the weather has changed quite dramatically. It is pissing down and windy as fuck. I feel how the rain is slamming against the side of my face, the cold strong wind making it really annoying.

I think to the dream “Is this a way of telling me that the dream is really unstable?” and start throwing pathetic fireballs the size of shirt buttons to cookies into the sky. The way I throw fireballs is by charging them between my cupped hands at my chest. They don't even look that hot and the last one (think it is number 3) I can barely see. Now I can only see the rain.

I wake up.

Notes: I am starting to put up wards around myself, which I suppose is a good thing when it comes to dream travelling.

Ok. So last night was another failed attempt for LD. I tried the D.I.L.D method of putting my everyday cares and problems aside and thinking of a scenario over and over before going to sleep and repeating " I will have a lucid dream" It didnt work again. Anyways, ı remember being in this club with a my brother and ordering ice cream. LOTS of ice cream. There was an overweight african american waiter there that ı was kind of friends with. We had small chats in the dream i dont really remember but there was indeed dialog with her. As i was eating more and more ice cream i got a phone call from my uncle that he had found a engineer that can put a portable tv into my car for 10 dolars. So i left the club in a hurry and got in my car. But i soon realized i had forgotten my wallet in the club somewhere so i got out of my car and went back to the club. This time a bouncer questioned me and wouldnt let me get in the club because i wasnt with my brother for some reason. Then finally i said something and without qestion he let me in. It was a short fight but i got into the club and saw me diesel wallet on the counter. ( the same wallet i have in real life ). But as i was leaving the club the african american waiter stopped me and asked me where i was going. I said i was going out of town to deal with my car. ( At this point i have no idea why i want a tv in my car so badly and going a long distance to get it done) Before she said good bye she asked me if we would ever see each other again. I said that we would. ( why is this like a ending of a film ? i dont even know this girl). So i finally leave the club and get into the car. As ı am driving off a prostitute jumps on the car and begs to get in. I am going about 50 now and she is dangling on the back of the car with her legs hitting the floor while im driving. I stop the car and let her in. Then i wake up.


The funny thing is i wasnt thinking about any of this before i went to sleep and this is what i got. I guess i have to be more patient.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was out on some road that appeared to be on a building top. I may have been standing outside at first. But, at least eventually, I was inside a vehicle, possibly a van. I was with some man and someone like my mom. The day was really sunny, maybe hot.

I saw an airplane flying up through the air, just after it had lifted off. But the back end of the airplane was shaped just like the back end of a space shuttle. The whole airplane may have been white and red, with a shiny, plasticky look.

I got kind of freaked out because the airplane had had the back end of a space shuttle. I thought the craft should be lifting up into the air much faster if it were a shuttle. I got the eerie feeling that it would start lifting quickly up into the air very soon. But something about the fact that it kept not lifting up into the air had me really panicked.

One of the people with me, probably the man, may have tried to convince me that the craft weren't actually a shuttle, and that its back end didn't actually look like that of a shuttle.

I looked over the building we were on. There was a space shuttle posed in front of the building, on some kind of metal-frame, like a statue. I tried to compare the craft in the air and the shuttle on the ground.

I must have been satisfied. We started driving away from the scene. I felt afraid to look back at the craft in the air. We passed some large passenger plane that looked normal. It gave me a huge sense of the relief, as if the craft in the air were normal.

We were now driving around on some tarmac, possibly at the foot of the building we had been on. We drove past one experimental plane. I knew about this whole place, and I knew about these experimental planes. I told the man about this plane. The man may now have been someone like my mom's old boyfriend.

We drove past another experimental plane. This one was all clear, like it was just a thin, metal skeleton covered over with the clear material that makes the walls of a greenhouse.

The plane was kind of needle-shaped, with something about it reminiscent of the Blackbird. It also had something to its design very much like the grid pattern underlying some computer animations. The plane also had a logo on its side saying "Scoop Technologies."

I told the man something about this plane as well, like I was a little kid showing off how smart I was to an adult man. We then passed another plane which may have been much, much larger than the clear craft. We then passed another experimental craft, which I may also have explained to the man.

Dream #2

I was in some building, on the second floor, laying on my stomach on the floor, staring out a window-wall. Below was some kind of small courtyard, floored with stone tiles, edged around with little gardens and trees, with some leafs blowing across the tiles.

Two girls were down in the courtyard area. They may have been in their early teens. They were both dressed in costumes. The costumes were like older European dresses, like from the Elizabethan era or a bit later than that. But the colors of the costumes were very bright, like Sailor Moon uniforms.

One of the girls saw me looking down at them. She ran up to the building, jumped all the way up to the window, and tapped her hand against the glass. The girl apparently liked me, and she was trying to let me know.

The girl was now back on the ground with her friend. The two girls spoke with each other for a moment. I couldn't believe the girl had managed to jump high enough to tap the window. I wanted her to do it again. But I also wanted her to do it again so I could make sure she liked me.

I tapped on the glass and waved the girl back to me. The girl came wandering back up to the building. The other girl warned the girl not to jump up to the window, since she'd get hurt really bad if she slipped and fell.

This time she didn't jump up to the window. She climbed up something like a thin, metal drain-pipe that had little pieces of metal like ladder-rungs running up it. The wall was red stone (so red it almost looked painted), and the drain-pipe and "ladder-rungs" were the same color.

The girl got up to the window and touched my hand.

Now the girl was down on the ground with her friend, a ways away from the building. The girl stood near a waist-high, silvery metal column. The girl lifted up her skirt and draped it over this column. She then kind of leaned over the column, so her torso was parallel with the ground.

I was now sitting somewhere, possibly on the roof of a building, with two women. We had a bunch of stuff with us like we were taking a trip to the beach. I sat on the floor, on a towel. There were a few other big beach towels all around me. On either side of me there were long beach chairs and tall parasols.

One of the women was my friend H's friend Y. Y sat on the edge of one of the beach chairs. Y was telling the other woman, in a different language, how she liked me, but how it seemed like all I ever did was study and think about intellectual things. Y wondered if I could possibly like her at all.

I spoke to Y in English, not letting on that I'd understood everything she'd just said in the foreign language, but letting her know that I was interested in her. But I then got worried about showing her any more of my feelings. H was coming back soon. And H liked me. She couldn't think I liked Y.

I was in a a party which was taking place in a large room which resembled the kitchen of my friend's house where we party in real life. The dream was fairly dark and dimly lit. In this dream I was also very drunk.

There was a small cupboard with two compartments in the corner of the room where I was sat. For some reason I sat in the cupboard for a while. There was a bottle of alcohol in there which I drank. There were also some snakes and some toad-like creatures. They looked like Toads but they had sharp little beaks - almost like a turtle. The snakes and Toads were hunting one another. My friend, Fred, who was there, found them extremely interesting.

When I was back in the main room I noticed that an old friend, Aiden, was sat just along from the cupboard. As I walked past, he threw something at me and I threatened him as a response. I sat down near him and noticed there were stacks of playing cards. I was shuffling through some. There were Legend of Zelda themed one's in there also. Aiden picked up some and threw them, one at a time, against the wall. They stuck in a sort of colarge way.

I got up and walked around a bit. At this point I could feel myself sobering up. Someone who I thought was my partner came into the room and I asked her if there was any more alcohol. But it turned out to be someone I didn't know. My partner came in for real after that.

Back in the main room, there was a guy asking where his alcohol, that he had hidden in the cupboard, had gone. I sat down and kept quiet. Then another friend, Eddie, asked the guy if he wanted some of his Toffee-Cider instead. I turned to Eddie and asked if I could have some.

I only remember bits and pieces of the dreams I had last night:

My first dream involved my first wife, who was killed in a car wreck back in 1998. In the dream, she is still alive and we're getting ready to go somewhere. She is walking around getting things ready. We walk into another room that resembles the kitchen at my Mom's house. There is a woman sitting there that I know from church. Our car won't start (Or it's wrecked or something) so the woman offers to let us use her car. I don't want to, but my wife accepts her offer.

Next, I remember that I'm talking to this guy about cycling, or long distance bike riding. (I used to ride quite a bit a few years back.) Anyway, I'm telling him that "it was easy riding back in Texas because everything is flat and there are no hills. But here there are lots and lots of hills." (At this point in the dream and as I'm saying that I remember moving my hand and arm up and down like it's going over hills. I also get the feeling that I'm in California.)

The next thing I remember is riding in the front seat of a vehicle with two other guys. I'm sitting in the middle. The guy driving is telling us about his wife, who had died a few years ago. I then tell him about a friend I knew back in the early 80's who was in a band called 'Oasis' with a buddy of his. (I think this is the guy I was talking to about cycling earlier in the dream.) He had shown me one of his business cards from back then where he had first met his wife. She had written her name and phone number on the card. But she had since died also, so he kept the business card as a keepsake.

This was kind of a weird dream because 1. I never knew anybody in the band Oasis, 2. it was very coincidental that the two guys in my dream and I all had wives who had died. It's also rather frustrating that I had an obvious dream sign (my deceased first wife) but did not realize I was dreaming when I saw her. She has appeared in several of my dreams over the years.

This dream was a few weeks ago so sadly I cannot fully remember the dream.

I dreampt about a guy who owned two big Husky looking dogs. He was lovely but his dogs had a few aggression issues. He treated them like real kids. He tucked the dogs in actually, told them how much he loved them and so forth. I for some reason talked with them and at one point when I met up with the guy on a walk accidentally. I then for some odd reason came to the guys house late at night, I coaxed his two dogs outside and I turned into one of the females. I entered the house, it was my real house in the inside. I passed the guy, I went into Mills room (sisters room), I peed but became to scared to leave in case he saw me as a human because all of a sudden, I saw myself as a human but before I saw myself as his dog. So I came out as me and explained what I could do to help him. He was on the ball with that. One of his dogs were in the pound =|. The dream then ended sadly.

I was in a classroom , one that is different from my regular classroom at school . But the people who would normally be in my class were all there . I didnt know the teacher but he came up to me and showed me a piece of paper . It was a paper showing my test results . I got a 900 and at first ı thought that was good but turns out its out of 2500 . So as ım checking it out ı hear one of my friends singing the melody of Kika Kings doing the wrong thing . I got super exited that he knew Kaki King and started singing it with him . Then I woke up and ofcourse on my ipod that song was playing through the speakers .

So the other night I had a strange dream. I was having sex with a very aggressive Asian man. I remember we were at a industrial warehouse the floors were made of hardwood and there was shattered glass on those floors. I was on my back and he was forcibly doing me but not raping me per se. I was being cut from the glass all over the floor and bleeding. The blood was so red I managed to make it down a flight of stairs with him. I wasn't upset it was just bloody and intense. I have some ideas what this dream means but the intensity of it was severe and memorable.

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Before bed I did used the elbow-sleeping mask method :D to try too see weird images, and at first it was just black, and as usual I got to the point where I feel like I want to give up, because it's booring, but I resisted it! [/COLOR]
[COLOR="lightblue"]So I laid there for some more minutes, and suddenly I saw a cloud shaped lightblue colour, infront of me. I started to almost hear some sounds as well. I started to think random thoughts like "It's in the sink." and I aknowledged that, but then the boredom of something convinced me to stop..[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]I am going to keep pracctising this, because at least it's more fun than just laying still and thinking stuff. Anyway shortly after this I fell asleep.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I were in a sportshall with my class, my history teacher was there, and for some reason we had our lesson in that room. I remembered that I felt free for a second and I started to do levitating sidelfips, so I become more aware. Then we were going to do highjumps. But I didn't know the technique so I just did the parkour technique "lazy".
Then out teacher told us to get a paper she had given us. She pointed out that it was a really important paper, and we couldn't get a new one. I couldnät find mine! So I borrowed my friend Johan's paper and I took a snapshot of it with my Iphone, but I couldn't see the text because it was too dark.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Then my EILD message, woke me up.. I had set it too loud.[/COLOR]

Oh hai. Thanks for reading this. My name is Arthur Proctor. I'm really good at math, thoughtful, kind and quite. But that's not the point.

The point is Lucid Dreams :O

I've had control over dreams before I think. Not that I can remember however. I think that I have a leg up as far as remembering and such more so than some people. However, I still feel my cup is empty. Oh, and my RC is the speckles on my wrist. They form a distinctive pattern, but may be a little small.

Last night I had two dreams that I remember. First one, I basically rode around in a go-kart through a minecraft city. (I play minecraft a bit) It was like a Yogscast video in someways, British accents and my partner looked like a character from their video, also in a go-cart. I was aware I was dreaming about half way though (I made a point of trying to Lucid early) but I preferred, either out of laziness or incapability, to just let the dream do it's own thing. At one point I remember distinctly hoping that my dream would continue unconsciously. After a bit, another character from Yogscast appeared and started screaming while chasing us. Somehow, It turned into us finding him trying to sell a small yellow cube, that turned out to be a large crypt of all my step-brother's Lego people.

Next was much more real. So real I had no idea it was fake. It took place in the place in my basement. I don't remember it very well, but it had something to do with a shower, my brother committing a crime, and playful girl wearing a towel telling me about this crime. It made a little more sense in the morning. To finish, I dreamt about reading the entire story as a ragecomic the next day. I actually learned about most of this after reading a ragecomic that said something about lucid dreaming (actually, it turned out that what was being described was sleep paralysis.

Signing Off,
~Arthur

I had to many dreams so I'm just gonna write down one that I remember/can be bothered to.

I was outside a shopping centre and around the car park was a 21st Century Fox statue. I started thinking of The Joker from Batman TAS and drove a car up a ramp.

Then I was in the shopping mall and my boing coach was there wearing a blue tracksuit. I asked when I can go boxing and he said that he can fit me in for "2 hours on Wednesday".

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