non-lucid

(Thebeastofold's dream)

I had 4 dreams in a row last nihgt, no lucid however...


Tons of beef jerky.

I was in a large strange house, and i walked outof what was apparently my room and went down stairs, my Mother was in the kitchen and there was a huge pile of bags of beef jerky on the counter, i went to grab one and mom said "your sister and neice will miss those..better not...so i headed back upstairs, and saw beef jerky bags everywhewre, stuffed in and behind everything...i saw about 10 bags stuffed behind a toilet, and decide they wouldnt miss these, so i grabbed them and went back to my room, my dog was aslewep on the bed, and one of my late cates was wandering inthe hallway, i grabbed him, hugged him and put him in my rrom on the bed, i saw my laptop on the bed and everytime i tried to open it, i saw another of my late cats i the hall, the door was open even tho i closed it everytime i grabbed a cat, after 3 or 4 cats, i started eating the beef jerky...i noticed then it was bridgeford jerky..it tasted really good.


i walked out of a large house, similiar to the one in the previous dream, and met a couple girls, or i should say ladies, heading dow the same path as I, i grabbed one of them by the hand and started leading them down a path beteen a bunch of really huge house embedded inthe hills surounding this huge courtyard surrounding us...we got to a large gnarled tree inthe center, and i noticed smoke in the distancecoming up from behind a pyramid ressembling chichen itza(SP?) ..but i couldnt tell the ladies for some reason, one lady was taller than the other and they were talking as if they were old friends..or sisters...finally after they both ran in circles trying to point something out to each other, they finally noticed the smoke and when i looked back it was just over the hill instead of in the distance.....the taller ladygrabbed my shoulder and said oh lord look! and she spun me around and the house to my right starte burning abruptly from the inside out and crumbled to glowing ash, i kept spinning and everytime a house came into view it did the same thing....by this time the ladies were laughing hysterically...


i was at a party or get together in what looked like my dining room, only it was open completely except for the wall of a bulding next door...i realized i had to go to the bathrrom so i wandered away to find one, i walked past a long building and came to a small field with people throwing softballs around, they were wearing what looked like softball uniforms, i walked to the back part of the field, found a dead end and started back, i abruptly got hitin the face by a softball, i picked ip up and tried to toss it back to the lady who threw it, but it weaghed a freakin ton...it kind of rolled to her, i said "what is it lead lined?!?!" and she said well, kind of, theni noticedit was a miniature medicine ball.....as i walked back i came across a guy asking a lady where the bathroom was, i noticed he was standing infront of it..so i went around him and closed and locked rthe door....i went aound a small turn and there were no walls, just a toilet on the edge of a huge open field...i started unbuttoning and the guy started banging on the door harder and harder, i looked around the corner and the doorknob was slowing sliding out of its hole...and so were the hinges..i ran back and pounded the knowb and hingepins back in with my hand..i went back to what i was doing, and couldnt go through with it, i realized if i peed in the dream i might pee in real life.,...and i really didnt want to wet the bed ive had dreams like this all the time......so allof a sudden he was trying to puth the knob and hinge pins out again....so i ran back to the door and pushed thm back in again and held them there and i yelled are you trying to tellme something?!?!?! he said, youere dreaming pal, youre dreaming......a vision of a bright orange porta-a-potty popped into my mind...



my mother and i were standing ona street corner in what looked like china..we started walking across the street in a large crowd and i started heading to a hat shop on the other corner, but mom grabbed my arm and we ended up waling around a strange open air mall with mall type storefronts with no front walls..strange.....we started back because once again, i needed to find a bathroom....we walked a bit and i found one, the door had both pictures on it men and women, and the word ALL above the pictures...i alked in and closed the door, and there was 7 or 8 different kinds of urinals in the middle of the room all facing each other, and filthy...i realized one again if i went in the dream i'd probably go in the ral world, so started loking around the room and noticed about 20 toilets inside a small room with like a 3 foot door in one wall, i grabbed one toilet and it slid out on a track of somesort on rollers, there was a large coin box mounted on the front edge of the bowl so youd have to straddle it to sit down..i pushed it away and noticed a shelf along the riight wall by the door full of strange canding and odd looking pastries...i started reaching for a few then realized how gross tis all was and went over to the sink to wash my hands, i pushed the soap dispenser and powder came out...i wiped it al over my hands and when i dumped into the trash, my hands were perfectly clean...as i walked outthe door, there was a small box of trinkets on the edge of the shelf by the door, i reached in and grabbed something and walked out, when i got out i looked at what i had grabbed and it was a weird semi-3d plastic keyfob, an image carved in it so if you looked at the other side it looked 3d of a creature that looked like half woman half lion..strange...and the keyfob had a college name on it of some sort...cant remember what tho...and there was was about 7 or 8 key covers hanging from it...we started walking away and mom said "you never planned to try college one way" I woke up....

This dream is very fuzzy to my memory for me but here's what I remember. I was with a group of about 6 people total. Allen was one of them and the rest were made up. We were going to drive to disney world. I went there once as a kid so I know what it was supposed to look like. We were all super drunk, laughing, and falling over eachother. We got to disney world and we bought fanny packs and mouse ears and were wearing them. We were drinking booze out of giant eiffel tower cups like I had in vegas. The drinks were glowing bright red. We get inside the park and the whole park is just a series of hallways. Some are flooded with water and small sharks. The halls are painted dull yellow and orange. One of the people with us has acid. We all decided to take some. Now the hallways were twisting and looking like a fun house. We explore for a long time (I forget a big chunk here). We somehow get to a shark tank. The guy who had the acid gets in the tank. The sharks start to bite his legs and feet and torso. The whole time he and the rest of us are laughing hysterically. The guy is going to die. We all have lost touch with reality. Allen is laughing so hard he is on his knees crying. Though I am still laughing I am starting to realize what's happening. Wake up.

I was just back from Switzerland, and my mother asked me if I still knew where my (cell) phone was. Yes, I did, it was in my room, plugged in. I went into my room, and found it plugged in, but on the floor, so I shuffled around some cables and put it on my desk. I had one text message. I thought to myself how sad it was that, in three weeks, I’d gotten one text message. It was from a friend of mine, Bernard, who probably needed my Chem notes.

Then I was on a bus, going to a mall in a nearby town. I noticed a ton of people I know (and a ton I don’t) sitting near the mall. One (whom I know) caught my attention, “Hey Ben; do you know how to get to Clark’s house?” Clark is a friend of mine, with whom everybody associates me. Yes, I knew how to get to his house, but it sounded rather implied that I would be going, which I didn’t want to do. I gave directions “Go down to [street], turn left until [street]. It’s number 162.” This got repeated a few times, when I noticed Clark nearby, with a bag of weed. I approached him, and he began laughing hysterically, “That was a cop car that just passed by.” It passed by again. He began desperately trying to do something (?) with his weed. It passed by again and stopped.

The cops were a little sarcastic and wise-assy, but they took his weed. I ended up leading into a conversation about how cops have to do even less in Switzerland, since nobody really cares if you roll cigarettes, smoke weed, or whatever the hell else you do there. They took his weed, and gave him a choice: “If you want, we can do this the normal way. But if you swear never to smoke weed again, we’re done here. If I catch you, though, I’ll stab you.” It seemed like he’d accepted the “normal” path, because he tried desperately to regain his weed (grabbing is not a good idea).

He still had 19 credits (which, apparently, is his currency with his dealers) left over. He jumped in a pool of water (god knows why), and his credits went down to 0 (I had a helpful little counter in the bottom-right of my vision). One of the cops pointed this out – apparently credits are water-soluble.

A satanic-looking giant baby terrorizing a city, sucking up energy from citizens, while several other abominations lurk in the background. I was tweety bird, who also had the ability to sap energy. Entering the city, I began attacking one such terrorizing creature, subtly sucking up its energy, from behind a wall. It noticed. I began flying away, trying to avoid its ability to kill me. It was rather powerful, with the ability to teleport, and conjure things (really all kinds of things you don’t want to fight against). I heard a voice in my head, “Now get the apple juice on her, and stab her with a silver knife”.

I was in a small shelter, with conjured, spinning blades coming up towards me from below. I assumed that stabbing her with the silver knife would remove her powers. So I tried it. It worked. Her (for it was definitely a “her”: a middle-aged woman, copper hair, quite pleasant-looking if she weren’t so angrily evil; I imagine there’s a Hansel and Gretel section in my subconscious) powers were gone, now she was just human. She began throwing apples at me, and I, in human form, began catching them, throwing them, and whatnot. Then I realized I could turn in to a bird, and just flew away a little. I brought her to a lightning storm, where she was to be destroyed. But as I waited, she changed, changed into a rather attractive 20 year-old. At this point, I felt bad for killing her (even though it was fairly necessary), so I apologized, and then... woke up?

I was now back in the Chem lab with Bernard. In front of me, a fist-sized jar of liquid, containing some string of beads, and what appeared to be gravel. This was a kind of memory of the fight between myself and the evil entity. I felt it was worth commemorating. I took the slightly-covering lid off, to add something. Clear liquid flowed out onto my fingers. I realized that, if it was a jar of liquid, formaldehyde would make sense (preserving whatever it contained). I smelled it; it smelled vaguely of formaldehyde. I asked Bernard, “Is this formaldehyde?” His answer rang vaguely of formaldehyde. I washed my hands, trying to remember if aldehydes were water-soluble.

7-28-11

I hardly remember this one. I don't know where we were, but i think it was the Mall of America. there are a couple of visions of waiting in line. I think there was a bunch of chaos (but domestic chaos, like huge crowds and movement and stuff...). Anyway, the most clear part of the dream is this:

I'm on the roof of (or parking lot of) the Mall of America or something. I know my mom is there, and I think there's tons of other people too. We're all watching the sunset. The sky is very orange. All of a sudden, we see a rocket come from behind us from the left. It crashes (?) somewhere over the horizon. Then there's an enormous explosion. A huge wall of red and black debris starts flying towards us. Just as I hear people about to panic, I hear my mom shout, "It's the Apocalypse!" because in the dream, that was how the Bible said the world would end (even though it doesn't really say that in real life...).

I'm really scared, and i start half praying, half freaking out because I don't know if I'll go to Heaven or Hell. The next part is just an enormous blur. Then, I open my eyes and see the ground all charred. But everyone is still alive.

I may have a fragment or two but this dream killed anything that I had before. It was a pretty decent size and I woke up around 10:00 where I normally get up at 4:00-8:00.

A fat black man wearing a light brown suit enter a super mall. He had his mother who look like she could easily be a grandmother, basically a stereotypical red Sunday dress wearing black woman with a face so smash up that you can't see her eyes. Now that I think about it the black man pretty much look like this guy:



Minus the bow tie, with gray hair and somehow fatter cheeks. Anyway he was also with his wife which I don't recall much.

They went in the mall and it seem like the man was a hero of some kind as he have a huge row of pictures being hung there. She started crying and saying how he don't deserve it.

My bro and myself walk into the mall and saw that this candy was being sold like crazy.



Though only the red cherry was seen in the dream.

I decided to help out a chocolate selling mini mall out (still inside the super mall) by giving them ideas like chocolate cellphones (lol dream logic) which made them a big hit. The push pop group lost customers quickly and became a ghost town. My bro and myself decided to buy a baby bottle pop:



Once again only having cherry...Just to help them out...Basically out of pity in a prideful kind of way. We were trolling basically by buying the worst item that they had to help them out.

Until I have this dream I never notice that push pop and bottle bottle pop were related.

The next day(?) the black man look at the picture of himself and seem to be very happy this time.

Weird freaking dream.

July 1st, 2011

We were at some restaurant in the city. The restaurant was outside, a couple stories high. It was cold, windy, and cloudy (and crowded). It eventually turned out to be a field trip.

After a while of eating or whatever, something drew my attention to the next table. There was this one guy who looked really familiar (even in real life.). He looked like he might've been some waiter, and I saw him a couple of other times in the dream. Everyone at the table he was at was giggling. He said something I couldn't exactly hear, but it sounded like he said something along the lines of how he had been staring at me this whole time, but I never noticed. So I repeated what I thought he said as a question, and everyone shouted my name either 1) in a way that indicated that was, in fact, what he said, 2) i was stupid for not hearing, or 3) I was stupid because he really said something else entirely.

Then the conversation turned into city cranes. It was why we were at the field trip: to go on them.

The familiar guy was talking about the cranes (btw, i don't know who this 'familiar guy' is in real life, and he didn't even tell me his name in the dream.). i think he actually worked on them. he said something about having "three up already" or something, but it made sense because while he was talking about it, I could see it happening: In the dream, ropes hang down the long horizontal part of the crane at the top, and they held stairs. he meant he had already gotten three flights of stairs set up.

After this, I saw myself being raised up in the crane. It got really high and I freaked out. My friend Tyler was there, too...

Then the dream changed. It was at some place that was very flat and open. it was after the storminess of earlier had passed. it was still windy, and there were still clouds (which were freakishly close to the ground), but it was like it was leaving. There was a small skeleton of a building to the left, because people had just started building it. it was notably bright outside. Nick Cannon was talking (like I may have been watching the whole thing on TV) and i noticed a colorful tube or pipe just randomly starting a couple of feet off the ground and going infinitely into the sky and the clouds. An eagle came and went into the tube. Nick Cannon mentioned something about how things arent always as they seem, and then the eagle came out of the end of the tube (even though the end was somewhere in the clouds where I couldn't see it, it was also just right there where I could see it.), but it was a pig with wings. Then I heard some music, and woke up to my radio...

Went to bed 1:00-1:30
Goals: MILD, WILD, Stabilize
6:23 In corpus in a hotel right next to the water. I walk out onto the balcony and there are some random dcs there, a young couple. When i walk out, daytime with cloudy gray sky, the guy asks me something like, how would you like holding a new baby when you come to padre, i knew he meant like what it would be like to take your kids there for the first time or something. I tell him, yeah man thats a pretty beautiful experience.

At some point water begins splasing up to the hotel quite hard, it makes it up and over the balcony. We get hit by the first wave, i rem tasting the salt water as the water splashed over. Another wave is coming and we head inside, the first thing i think is, i wonder if it will flood the whole hotel, i even rem briefly entertaining the thought that this is very similar to a reoccurring dream i used to have. I rem the beach stuff, specifically rem boogie board, getting washed out to the water by the waves. Dont rem much else.

9:46 I rem being in a school caferteria standing in line to get some food, there are several lines i can see, they are all about the same length, after a bit in the dream one gets shorter, some people from my line head over there after talking about it for a second. I move up a little, the line im in is un organized and people are kind of standing to the left of it. I move up even more, i may even ask someone if they are in line, the line gets more organized.

I see this dude in front of me who was in my crit thinking class in senior year. I say hey werent you in my speech class in 12th grade. He just starts smiling and doesnt answer, worried about looking weird because this dude is ignoring me i start pretending to do little things while i wait for an answer. He finally starts talking and the dream shifts a bit. He turns into that guy edmund and we are now ouutside, on a campus that looks like the school i go to, but its not quite the same. We are standing at the top of a hill in between two buildings, sidewalk connecting the two.

Now edmund seems to have the idea that there was a class i dropped when i should have tried harder, i follow along with the premise, in the dream it makes perfect sense although now i cant think of a similar incident in waking life. He says something about it being community college and i shouldnt have to drop or something like that. I start to try and tell my reasons why but i cant think of any, while talking about it i imagine the classroom we were in, i rem seeing edmund sitting in there with various other people, i rem thinking the class was a lot of fun. This dream was mostly just the conversation, i know we both said plenty more but i cant rem much else.

6-20-11

I think it started out with me and my friend Bailee going to high school orientation early. (Actually it might've been the start of the freshmen year) but I don't really know.

(Actually, before this, me and Bailee were at school and a janitor told us where our homerooms were.)

In my homeroom, there was a giant table that everyone sat around. I remember a kid named Griffin being there (but in the dream his name was Randy) and everyone joking about him and stuff (because everyone (even the teacher) knew him, except me)

The whole time I was sitting in my homeroom, I was sitting at the east side of the table. The teacher was somewhere left of me. My homeroom was in the kitchen (of the school) instead of my normal homeroom, but it looked a lot like a normal classroom. I had some stuff sitting on the giant table that I still had to get into my locker. The table was kind of like the tables in wood-shop, but lower. Not everyone was sitting at it. Some people were sitting close to the door on stools and stuff. I felt very nervous. I was the only one who still had stuff on the table (except one person still had some notebooks or paper, and I felt slightly more comfortable.).

This scene changed into me standing in front of Griffin's (Randy's) house. It was very fall-ish outside. So fall-ish that the sky was almost orange.

This scene (which only lasted a couple of seconds) transitioned into night time. I lived in the same neighborhood as Randy (Griffin) and I think we actually lived very close.

Anyway, it was night, and I don't remember sneaking out of the house, but I knew I was outside and I knew I did this often (and usually just walked around the town.).

This time, though, all I did was hide under a bush. I kept crawling really fast under it, in a very small circle. The bushes pushed hard against me as I crawled closer to the center. It had the same feeling as a night terror or whatever, though I wasn't really thinking about it at the time.

Occasionally, a car would pass and I would worry that they would see me, but eventually I panicked because I thought my parents might've realized I was gone. the last thing I remember is running through the street. Then the dream ended.

I'm a barbarian travelling down a country road with a small group of adventurers. Along the road we meet up with a carriage pulling a cart full of barrels. There are several foot soldiers around the cart giving us the stink eye. I get the feeling that these soldiers are protecting something very important so I attack them.

Later everyone associated with the carriage is dead and I am rooting through the wreckage. Turns out the barrels are full of chopped up goblin parts. I am disappointed and a little disgusted.


Later again, we are at a bar and I'm drinking out of an awesome goblet. I want to steal the goblet but the rest of the party talks me out of it.

So i took a nap and i had like 6 SP/s allway FA that someone is in my room couldnt move so i woke up anyways...
but after this at last i guess i went to LD somehow...

it was so that i was in street with 1 friend
and we weere walking
so 1 womn was there and i toucher her tits
she was like policewoman
then she wnet to a machine or something and started taking me photos
but i was running away and away and away....
then i was walking i didnt know what to do and i woke up o.O

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I had quit my job. But now I had come back. I was in "my office," which was mostly grey, with dim, greyish fluorescent light. My seat was a cubicle off to the right from a long hallway.

I was coming in for the day at the same time as another man. The man had dark, red-brown skin. He had frizzy, red-black hair pulled back in a ponytail. He wore a dark blue dress shirt and dakr grey slacks. The man and I spoke casually for a moment. The man had a gentle, slightly high-pitched voice, with a flattish, American accent. He seemed really nice.

The man went into the office across from my cubicle. I figured that he was going to be my boss. I was trying to think of all the ways I could help him. After all, I knew all about this office, and apparently, today was only the man's first day.

I didn't sit in my seat. I also didn't turn my computer on. I'm pretty sure I just stood up, shuffling through papers, trying to figure out things like what kind of data I needed to get for the man.

The man and I were then heading down the hallway beyond my cubicle. This hallway was featureless and empty. We ended up in the office of the head of my department, DR. DR sat at his desk, which was kind of cluttered. DR had already given the man instructions. The man had left.

I stood beside DR and just to his left, as if I were going to look at something on his computer screen. DR turned a little bit and then relaxedly turned his head a bit more so he could see me. His eyes looked kind of sleepy, and it looked more like he expected me to ask him something, rather than that he had a plan for me.

I asked DR, "Is there a cover list you'd like me to start out with?" This, I assume, meant a list of companies for which DR would like me to gather data. Usually my boss would be the one to discuss this kind of list with DR. I'd be the one to pull the data.

But DR said that he did have a list for me. He pulled out a piece of paper that looked very much like an electronic Excel spreadsheet with marker or thick pencil scrawlings in the cells. He told me to get started on this list.

I was ready to get started on the names, and I was even trying to plan out how to put together some financial models for the companies on the list. But I was also surprised. I hadn't quite known I would be asking for a list. And I didn't know DR would just give me one.

I knew this meant that I had been "promoted" to the position my boss had. That would mean I'd be on an equal level with the man I'd walked into the office with this morning.

I was now back at my cubicle for a brief moment. I was considering what kind of work I needed to get started on.

But then I was out walking on a sidewalk, going up a steep hill in a residential area. It was a clear sunny day, and I was walking under the shade of trees with thick canopies. I had my phone to my ear and I was listening to a conversation between my boss and our HR person, LS.

LS was talking about what a good job I was doing in my new position, and what a good fit I was for the job. My boss got mad and he yelled, "Of course he is! I've been telling you people that all this time! But nobody ever listened to me!"

Dream #2

I was sitting at church, probably near the front. The place was so crowded that all I could see were people. Everybody seemed older, and everybody was dressed up. A shaft of bright, white light from a high-up window lit the area around me.

I turned my head to the right and looked down. In an aisle (that had only been temporarily formed?) a little girl came walking toward me, possibly coming away from an older woman. The little girl had frizzy, curly, light brown hair. The may have worn a tank-top like smock and slacks.

The little girl seemed to want to sit with me, so I lifted her up and sat her onto my lap. I sat forward, apparently to listen to the rest of the sermon. But I was mostly thinking of how happy I was to have the little girl sitting on my lap.

Dream #3

I was walking on a sidewalk somewhere. A black and white ferret ran up from behind me, passing me on my left side. It ran up to my mom.

I said something to my mom like, "Wow, I see what you mean, after all! Ferrets are really nice!"

Dream #4

I was out in some kind of barren landscape, less like a desert, more like a natural area that had just been plowed over for a construction project. I stood just before some short hill or mound of brown soil, possibly with clumps of grass or vegetation growing on it. It was a sunny and pale day.

I was planning to go out on some kind of trip. I had two books with me, but I could only take one. Both books were paperbacks. One books was a regular sci-fi book, possibly from an older author, like Arthur C. Clarke or Isaac Asimov.

The other was called "The Joy of Sex." But it wasn't The Joy of Sex. Instead, it was some kind of semi-sci-fi novel mixed with porn. But the porn segments were supposed to be very well-described, like for educational purposes, to teach people how to have good sex. The book itself was a Penguin Classics paperback, and on its cover it had that French painting of the two girls in bed, with the one girl between the other's legs.

I felt a little grossed out at the thought of reading all the sex descriptions in the book, so I decided to take the regular sci-fi book with me on my trip. After that, I felt a little guilty. Hadn't I always felt like I wasn't that great at sex? Didn't I always feel like I should learn how to be better. The "Joy of Sex" novel could have taught me how to be good. But I had decided not to take it.

Dream #5

I was in some dark bathroom, peeing. I just kept peeing and peeing. Eventually I started peeing all over the toilet seat and floor. Apparently this was some public bathroom. I started to pity the guy who'd have to use the toilet after me. I was really messing it up! But I had no intention of cleaning it.

Dream #6

A young man, who looked really familiar to me as some kind of movie or TV star, sat before the big desk of some TV executive. The executive sat behind his desk. The office was pretty big, very nice, and dimly lit.

The young man had just auditioned for the role of Joey in the TV show Friends. But he didn't make it. The executive, who really liked the guy, had to break the news to the guy. This whole scene in the executive's office appeared as if it had been filmed, and filmed for an episode of Friends, like a kind of "History of Friends" episode.

I knew that it wouldn't matter that the guy didn't get to play the role of Joey. The guy looked very familiar to me (even though I can't place him now -- he looked like a mix between Joey and Ross, with stubble), and I knew that he would end up as a cast member in another successful TV show or movie.

The young man now stood up at the left side of the executive's desk. The executive stood before the young man. He was gradually, obliquely telling the young man how he hadn't made the cut.

Finally, in some weird display of sympathy, and to show the young man that the executive liked him, the executive lifted up his head and smiled. Apparently the executive had been wearing a baseball cap the whole time, because his face was revealed from under the bill. The man was apparently famous, and this strange reveal was meant more for the sake of the filming.

The executive was tall, kind of thin, balding, and maybe in his late 40s or early 50s. He reminded me of a famous TV person, but I couldn't place him. In another way, he kind of reminded me of Ron Howard.

The youn man was now going to a restaurant to meet his friends. There were two men who sat waiting at a small, circular table for the young man. Both the men were older than the young man. They were tall, skinny, and they had kind of frizzy, blonde hair, like Art Garfunkel.

Before the young man came into the restaurant, the two men had actually been holding hands over the table, like they were lovers. But when they saw the young man come into the restaurant, they quickly let go of each other, as if to hide the fact of their being lovers from the young man.

The young man hugged the two men and then sat down at the table. He was wearing a pale, pink shirt and a brown, cowboy-style vest. He threw his hands up in the air and said, "Well, I didn't make it! I was close, but I didn't make it!"

The young man had apparently had two parts to his audition. The first part had just been him playing the role of Joey. He had done better at that part than everybody except the guy who had actually gotten the role. But the second part was some kind of test, maybe even a written test. The young man was now explaining to the two men that the executive had explained to him that he had only gotten a 70 on that test.

The young man said something like, "A 70! Can you believe it? A 70! That's all I got!"

Dream #7

No vision. Just words. Something like: "Aeon -- aeon in the mind. The mind in man."

I was fooling around on the asfalt with two guys from my elementary school class, by Strandgårdshøj in Ebeltoft. It was dripping with rain and very foggy. I felt the asfalt. It was cracked like a very strong earthquake had struck. And it was warm. One of the guys - Lasse - turned to me and said;
- Mikkel, it's 4:00 AM. Why are you not in your right place?
- Because the asfalt feels nice.
His body language expressed that he was tired of me.


I got woken up at 6AM to go to work, and felt surprisingly fresh, even though I only got 4 hours of sleep that night. I'm glad the REM state introduced itself fast so I could get some rest

30-07-11 I am on a trip in Holland. First of all Holland has turned in to an archipelago connected with numerous bridges each island effectively having some degree of autonomous control.

I rent a quad bike to go driving along the coast lines of these islands to really see Holland. I brag to my cousin about this.

I go driving, sometimes close to an edge where there is a long fall down. The horizon seems limited or narrowed in at these times. It is dark.

I sometimes make extreme jumps out on to the bridges, these bridges are something else. Long narrow (very narrow) wooden suspension bridges (you know, Indiana Jones style). Brief fearfulness of missing is ever present, but I never do.

At one point I make a jump over an edge and land on another island. I am immediately warned that I am trespassing and only people owning 7 bicycles can pass or stay on the island. I get fined.

I drive back to safe territory and speak with Ruth, who is at work and Ida is there with her. After explaining the situation she sends me an email with what I am to write to the organisation that manages these situations (It is the same she is in). First in Dutch, then English, so I do that. It explains that I am living with her at the minute and was unaware.
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I am on Tenerife and the weather is sunny and bright. I am being guided by a Mediterranean guy who is trying to close the gap between fundamental Muslims, Christians and the general population. He is telling me about these circular buildings on top of walls that we go visit.

The roof of these buildings can actually be taken off to let in the light. The complexes themselves seems filled with people wearing turbans drinking coffee and smoking pipes.

As we exit one of them he is talking and talking explaining something, but I don't really listen. I pretend and feel that I should tell him something like; Listen I want to hear you, but since I missed the start it is difficult. I just let him talk.

At one point we come to a church like structure (we later come to what the guide refers to as “the church”) I feel really happy when I see the spires, which are excessively tall and twisted towards the top, they look beautiful.

We then come to “the church” and my guide starts laughing unable to stop himself. He explains that the only thing they actually use their church for nowadays is the bus station and he points at a small black shed, currently empty where you would order your tickets.

I go towards the area I presume the buses would be in and start looking up the amazing twisting spire. For some reason I become almost euphoric at the sight.

Some mates of mine from elementary school come to greet me. It is all the people a year above me I first became friends with after school. I am pleased to see Lars S doesn't hold a grudge from our last encounter. N is there. Reza is bullying a bit, but I decide that now we are all grown up and I am significantly larger than back then I give him some back and he soon lays off.

Lars starts singing. I go to the rooftop of an adjacent building to marvel at the spire from higher up. I then hear Lars continue the singing. He is singing about cookies, coca cola and alcohol and water in the tune to “Beauty school drop out” from Grease, sometimes in tune with the melody other times as an extended talk about cookies that doesn't fit the melody unless you listen to the entire rant. I am laughing, but I somehow struggle laughing because I find it funnier than my body is actually expressing.

Lisa is there and we talk a bit about how things are going and I think it is her that asks me if I am seeing someone.
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I am at a house. I walk out and press the doorbell. It is blue and I have an instinctual hunch that I will get money from pressing it. Someone appears in the window and I explain my hunch. She gives me money by letting the light on the doorbell button light up.

My friend express admiration for my foresight.

The entire dream is about me walking around looking out for blue things, including a quite wondrous specimen of blue flowers, plastic from the inside of fizzy drink caps and any other bluish colouring of the surroundings.

In the end I find myself staring down a road looking at the incoming rain. It is mild at first but gain in strength, I am looking at the drops as they bounce from the road. The space between them become less and less.

A wind start sweeping in from the left. and I start making my way back towards the village counting the blue caps I have collected so far, after first having just stood and just felt the rain and wind for a while.

i am in a giant warehouse store, like mardens or renys...cheap versions of walmart. dollar store kind of place.

its all in an attic of some building, or maybe i'm just on the top levels. i have to duck kind of to walk around. i can't see the other ends of the room, just where i am. it goes on forever, it seems.

i walk into a few offshoot rooms from this main one. i enter one and the expansiveness is overwhelming. i have to get on my hands and knees to walk around because of how low the ceiling is. i romp around the room and then notice its completely empty. am i supposed to be here? there are three or four employees getting ready to fill it in, marking where the shelving will be. they suddenly glare at me and i turn away.

i notice a police car is parked in here. how? we're in an attic! i begin to become aware but this causes me to lose balance. i tumble toward the car and then notice there's another one. its a dark purple sports car. i am about to fall into it and i'm afraid it has an alarm. it doesn't, and when i hit it i balance out, no awareness. i leave this room.

there is so much SHIT. i want to leave. instead of stairs, i look thru the railway and down at the first floor. i overhear a conversation between a lady who works register and a guy. he has a gun and is going to shoot himself. she calms him down and he leaves. "you just wanted to do that to say you escaped, didn't you" she said.

i jump from the railway, bouncing off the different levels inbetween the attic and the ground floor until i'm safely down. i leave following the guy. the exit of the store is made of plastic wrap

i take a fake gun and point it at my head as i walk away. i don't know why.

outside the store is a pawn shop on wheels. there is a huge crowd around the vendor. its a pretty cool set up, a glass case, five tier shelf system and the guy runs it all in a booth with wheels.

everyone is fighting to see a particular object. i take this time to scope whats for sale. my eyes are drawn to a stone plate with a carved spider in the center and a matching spoon two shelves down with a fox on it. on the very bottom shelf is some kind of case/bank that is a wooden carved whale. its huge and pretty magnificent.

the vendor caters to all the customers and then takes the whale out for me. i want to tell heather about this. the vendor talks to me about it for awhile and then says they are having a frequency display later and i should come. i agree to.

i go with a friend to visit someone until then. we have to adventure into deep swamp forest land. after we visit our friend (no recollection of this happening), we have to get back to town. we get lost and go in circles on roads made of floating bridges over swamp hundreds of feet below us. the bridges are made of wood planks five feet apart. its all very difficult but we make it back.

its darker out now (my mind usually doesn't transition/follow days like this!). theres a crowd of muslims around the pawn shop display, looking at dozens of tuning forks layed out all around. thats cool....i guess. i go over to the actual shop and notice that everything is now in a box and inside the box is a comb. people flick the combs and they vibrate a specific frequency, the same frequency that the object is supposed to be on. some are really low and some are high, in between, etc etc. i don't know if it means anything to be higher or lower.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Not at home and had to sleep on a sofa. Slept very lightly, but that works just like setting an alarm every hour. I had a few dreams, but they were all weird. Did get lucid twice, although they were short.

02.30: Sleep

11.30: Fragments
*I'm in a chinese restaurant and I'm waiting for my order. I take a bike and run around the restaurant on it while waiting for my shrimp to arrive. I get back to my table and they bring out a big plate full of white sauce and shrimps. I get lucid. The two waitors are waiting for me to try it out, but it's smoking hot. I take a spoon full and blow on it for a while before tasting. It tastes a bit buttery, like crab. It's delicious! I take another bite.

*I'm walking past alot of hotel doors. We're higher up and below are fields of grass. I remember the task of wreaking havoc slightly and I start doing "Aaaah!" sounds, sticking my tongue out to the girl next to me. She mimics me. I get up on the low wall and jump down to the grass.

*I'm in a big bed. Two girls wants me to get up. "You'll have to give me a blowjob first" I tell them, and to my surprise, they say yes before I've finished talking. It never happens though, as I find Monica next to me all of a sudden. I feel really bad for asking for a blowjob. She doesn't seem to have heard it all, and starts talking about having been in the next room, listening in on the girls talking trash about her.

11.30: Murderer trying to get to us
I'm in a kitchen with a girl and guy. We've locked ourselves in, to protect us from the evil ghost, murder, whatever. I walk to the door and watch as it magically unlocks and is flung open. The guy starts walking out of the room. "They're on the left, they can't be anywhere else!" I say, but the guy doesn't seem to care about my advice. All of a sudden he gets pulled out. I close the door and lock it. I try to hold it locked but the person on the other side is too strong.

I let go of the door and run back to the sink. A white man walks in and starts walking towards me. I grab the knives hanging on the wall and start throwing them at him. I notice that they don't hit him as they should when I throw them holding the handle. I grab the blades themselves and chuck as many as I can. One sinks deep into his leg. "Ouch!" he yells and starts throwing knives back at me.

I make sure I keep one big kitchen knife left. After a flurry of knives, both are bleeding, but nothing fatal. I grab the big knife and jump him, sinking the knife into his rifht side. He gasps for air and tries to get me off of him. I realise the heart is on the other side and pull the knife out. It has increased like three times in size and is about two feet tall. I shove it downwards just below his collar bone and watch as blood start seeping out.

The man collapses on the floor. My side stings alot. "Is the wound bad?" I ask the people in the room (who has just magically appeared) and they all gasp.

11.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 9 hours

Supplements: None

Tasks completed
NORMAL BASIC ACTIVE BASIC PASSIVE ADVANCED PERSONAL

Interact with the enviroment

That's it! Two lucids is alright with me, but I really wish they were longer. Gotta remember to stabilize to prolong them every single time.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!