non-lucid

My Baby

I have a baby. My wife (I have no idea who this is, since I am not married in real life) is away somewhere, and left me instructions on how to care for the baby. This baby is kept in a drawer in the wall, and I open it up now and then to do various things with the infant. I open the drawer at one point to feed the baby. I begin to feed him mashed potatoes or something similar, which is a little difficult because I can't find a spoon but only a fork...

...I go somewhere. This requires going into a cave, up a long set of stone steps, and through a tunnel. On the other side of this tunnel is a wide open space. Here I come across Frankenstein's monster...

...A little later I am leading an expedition up the same path. As we near the top of the tunnel I proceed cautiously because I know the Monster could be lurking about. Sure enough, as we round a bend I catch sight of him. I think he sees me too, because our group begins running back down the tunnel. I know there is one part where there is a narrow doorway that if we can just make it through the Monster will be unable to follow. Of course, it is difficult to run, as it always is in these dreams. Fortunately, the Monster doesn't seem to be that interested in chasing us anyway and we never see him again.

Now I'm on my own, and I continue to walk through the tunnel. I come into a library. There are people going through files and books. They (and now myself as well) are writing a research paper.

But then, I remember about the baby! I was in the middle of feeding him, and he hasn't eaten anything else for a day or two now. I rush back home, wondering how long a baby can go without eating. With relief, I find the baby happily sitting in his high chair/drawer looking at the bowl of food in front of him. I begin to feed him again, wondering if and how should change his diaper before my wife gets home.

It's too late. My wife is already home! She came back while I was gone, and I just didn't see her. I wonder if I am in trouble.

Working with Dirty Clothes

I show up for work at my former workplace. I stand in front of my boss, waiting for direction. He and a coworker are arguing, and I figure out what my job is. Fortunately, it involves traveling about an hour from the office. I hope in the company vehicle, and head down. Then I realize I am not wearing my work uniform. I have it with me, but I can't change while driving. I look for a place to pull over so I can change.

I drive up a road into the woods, and find a place to get out. There are some ruins of houses on the hillside, and people are digging around as though they were archaeologists. I duck behind a box truck and change clothes. Then I see a few people I know, and go up to see them. They are digging around the foundation of what I find out is my great-great grandmother's house. Some old prospector is looking for shale (presumably for oil), but we are just looking for artifacts. We dig up some picture viewing device that is referred to as a "melodian".

Now I am in my uniform, but my clothes are dirty. Oh well, my workplace doesn't care as long as I'm in uniform.

My Baby

I have a baby. My wife (I have no idea who this is, since I am not married in real life) is away somewhere, and left me instructions on how to care for the baby. This baby is kept in a drawer in the wall, and I open it up now and then to do various things with the infant. I open the drawer at one point to feed the baby. I begin to feed him mashed potatoes or something similar, which is a little difficult because I can't find a spoon but only a fork...

...I go somewhere. This requires going into a cave, up a long set of stone steps, and through a tunnel. On the other side of this tunnel is a wide open space. Here I come across Frankenstein's monster...

...A little later I am leading an expedition up the same path. As we near the top of the tunnel I proceed cautiously because I know the Monster could be lurking about. Sure enough, as we round a bend I catch sight of him. I think he sees me too, because our group begins running back down the tunnel. I know there is one part where there is a narrow doorway that if we can just make it through the Monster will be unable to follow. Of course, it is difficult to run, as it always is in these dreams. Fortunately, the Monster doesn't seem to be that interested in chasing us anyway and we never see him again.

Now I'm on my own, and I continue to walk through the tunnel. I come into a library. There are people going through files and books. They (and now myself as well) are writing a research paper.

But then, I remember about the baby! I was in the middle of feeding him, and he hasn't eaten anything else for a day or two now. I rush back home, wondering how long a baby can go without eating. With relief, I find the baby happily sitting in his high chair/drawer looking at the bowl of food in front of him. I begin to feed him again, wondering if and how should change his diaper before my wife gets home.

It's too late. My wife is already home! She came back while I was gone, and I just didn't see her. I wonder if I am in trouble.

Working with Dirty Clothes

I show up for work at my former workplace. I stand in front of my boss, waiting for direction. He and a coworker are arguing, and I figure out what my job is. Fortunately, it involves traveling about an hour from the office. I hope in the company vehicle, and head down. Then I realize I am not wearing my work uniform. I have it with me, but I can't change while driving. I look for a place to pull over so I can change.

I drive up a road into the woods, and find a place to get out. There are some ruins of houses on the hillside, and people are digging around as though they were archaeologists. I duck behind a box truck and change clothes. Then I see a few people I know, and go up to see them. They are digging around the foundation of what I find out is my great-great grandmother's house. Some old prospector is looking for shale (presumably for oil), but we are just looking for artifacts. We dig up some picture viewing device that is referred to as a "melodian".

Now I am in my uniform, but my clothes are dirty. Oh well, my workplace doesn't care as long as I'm in uniform.

Ok, o sonho já começou bem confuso.
Eu não estava presente, apenas vendo uma cena no Shopping, onde haviam vários monstros (?) seguindo um grupo de pessoas. Puro-Osso e Mandy (do desenho The Grim adventures of Billy and Mandy) estavam tentando impedir que os monstros alcançassem as pessoas. Um garoto vestido de super herói tambémveio tentar ajudar, mas viu que não conseguiria fazer muita coisa e então correu também.
Em um momento, Mandy tropeçou e caiu, Puro-Osso foi tentar atrasar os monstros, mas acabaram por consumir ele e a Mandy também.
No colégio, vi que os monstros estavam fazendo uma fila atrás de um professor (provavelmente um professor de física, como o Sílvio). Então, resolvi ir para o shopping tentar impedir os monstros. No caminho, encontrei meu pai (com um carro diferente do nosso [era provavelmente um astra branco]) na rua. Eu disse pra ele que eu iria para o shopping pegar uma coisa que eu tinha esquecido. Ele ficou meio descontente (nesse momento ele estava em um Uno preto) mas deixou, saíndo pelo semáforo.
Eu saí correndo para o shopping, mas acabei errando o caminho e indo para o Comprefort (mercado que fica em frente ao colégio). Nisso, eu tentei correr o mais rápido possível para o shopping. Cheguei a imaginar um alien correndo atrás de mim para eu conseguir correr mais rápido (engraçado, não?).
Quando eu estava quase chegando, passou um cara de máscara correndo por mim. Ao chegar na rua do shopping, percebi que não era uma rua, e sim um metrô. Haviam duas senhoras idosas lá, e disseram que o cara mascarado era um ladrão, e estavam com medo dele. Eu falei que estava tentando chegar no shopping o mais rápido possível, e que elas podiam vir comigo. Saímos correndo, e elas eram incrivelmente mais rápidas do que eu.
Chegamos até um local que parecia a maquinaria do metrô, onde haviam dois caras. Perguntamos como sairíamos dali, em deles nos respondeu que dava pra sair por onde entramos. Perguntei se havia OUTRA saída, ele nos apontou uma escada e disse que daria em uma rua. O corredor onde se encontrava a escada estava cheio de portas. O homem pediu para eu abrir a porta da cozinha (uma das portas desse corredor). Eu abri e ele avisou a cozinheira que estaria saíndo por um momento.
De repente, não havia mais escada, e sim um duto de ventilação. As duas senhoras eram, na verdade, Lucas (um amigo que eu não vejo há alguns anos) e outro cara, que não lembro quem era).
Fui subir no duto de ventilação, mas estava incrivelmente apertado. Lucas estava vindo atrás de mim, embora eu tenha dito para ele esperar. Já não me lembro de maiores detalhes.

Me and some law enforcement agents (no one I know) in normal long sleeves and tie (undercover) had a command post in a big hotel room somewhat like the penthouse. The scenes were all seen from a first person point of view.

The security guard who went out got shot in the heart by an unseen sniper, while I tried to shout to him not to go out. We got ourselves ready. Next thing we knew, the hotel room was being slammed by the bad guys. I didn't had a gun since I wasn't really an agent, so I kept screaming: "Give me a gun! Who has another gun?".

When I realized that no one was to give me a gun and that the agents were already positioned in the door hall to fight, I quickly ran, jumped, and threw a vase toward the door just in time when the first bad guy entered. I hit him hard, he fell down & was able to grab his gun. It was a big handgun with chrome finish, similar to the Desert Eagle.

I was in the floor just below the door and the bad guys came in one by one real quick. I was trying to evade their shots, but at the same time really firing the gun I got. I had several good shots...chest, neck, head, while the other agents on my side were firing away.

One woman with long, straight, black hair and wearing silversih gray long sleeves and pants similar to Chinese silk outfits just walked passed me. I tried to stop her but wasn't able to get her with shots. The dream suggested that she was "Mother"...sort of like the mastermind. I turned my attention to another guy in the door whom I shot in the neck but he rose again so I had to shoot again. It was unclear if it was I or the other agents who finally got him in the head.

As the gunfight moved on, I found it harder and harder to squeeze the trigger, but I was still getting some bad guys. I never seemed to ran out of bullets. All this action while I was lying on the floor by the door.

Then I woke up.

House of the About To Be Dead
I am in a castle, I look around the room I am in. In spite of having had recent dreams of Hogwarts, that is not what comes to mind first here. I am thinking I am in the process of designing a video game. I am designing one of the levels, this castle will be a great setting. So right now I am looking around the level, trying to see where I want to put enemies and items and stuff like that. I place the enemies all over the place, and then I decide to do a run through to see how my AI on the enemies is working. So as the level starts, the enemies attack me, so I grab a weapon and fight back. There are weapons lying around, so I am able to use the in-game weapons to fight. Most of them are melee weapons, but I also find a gun or two. Ammo is rare so I have to conserve it. As I explore the castle I see there are enemies where I don't remember putting them. I think that is great, that means the AI of the game is making the enemies track me down to attack. I kill some more of the enemies and then I see someone else is in there with me, not one of the enemies. I look closer and see Walms killing enemies. Wait a minute…. Walms? Time for a RC! I am dreaming!

Now I am lucid and watching Walms kill enemies, making quite a gory scene of it as well, it looks like he might be eating some of them… I resume killing enemies, just because I am dreaming doesn't mean they don't need to die, and I finally make my way over to where Walms is. It looks like he is going to attack me, but then he stops, apparently seeing that I'm not one of the enemies. He makes some kind of comment to me, I say I was going to see if he could use a song spell… say gravity maybe, since I don't remember seeing him use that in a dream, and I am wanting to know more about DT… Walms just looks impatient, he says ok, but he'll only show me once, there are too many people to kill to waste much time. If I need more help, it will have to be another time. He goes through these steps relatively slowly, it looks like part of him briefly teleports and then reappears, and an enemy on the other side of the room is suddenly in two pieces… it looks like the enemy got cut open by some sharp claws, which I see Walms has formed. Ok, so I will try duplicating that… I select an enemy and try to do the same thing… epic fail. The result is my arm on the other side of the room, still holding an in game sword I had found, and flopping on the ground erratically while the enemy watches it in a totally confused state. For some reason this strikes me as particularly hilarious, and I crack up laughing. Walms is looking at me like I have completely lost it, and then he goes back to killing things. I grow a new arm. I want to try that DT again, but it didn't work so well last time. I have an idea. I look at the enemy who is watching my severed arm flop about. I pick up a sword on the ground near me, then I open a portal… just big enough for the sword to fit through… and I make the destination of the portal right behind the enemy. I shove my sword into the tiny portal, it emerges from the other end and impales the enemy. I pull the sword back and the portals close.

I am pleased with that, so I do it some more. One of the enemies looks like my ex boyfriend, James. He is trying to say he still loves me, which I don't believe. Walms enters the room and is killing stuff. James says some insulting stuff about Walms, I don't remember what, and Walms gives him a dirty look. I tell Walms that this one is mine, I'll take care of him. Walms continues on his way, killing another enemy. James says he wants me to call him IWL, I say it's not going to happen. He says he really wants me to call, he misses talking to me and wants to… *glurg* Now he looks like he's about to be sick. I follow his path of vision and see Walms eating an enemy, James seems pretty grossed out by that. I find this to be hilarious, too, and I start laughing again. I tell James to be gone before Walms decides he looks like a tasty snack. James scoffs at that, saying I know perfectly well that he can… I slip my hidden blade through a tiny portal that opens behind James' neck… and thus stab him. I wake up here.

Designing the Moon
I am designing some more of my game. I am on the moon, with Nomad, and he is helping me design the game. I am working with a strange sort of biological machine, I am thinking this is normal, it is merely one of the utilities in the game design program I am using now. Nomad and I are discussing what we want to do on the moon, how we want to set things up, Nomad wants to start by terraforming the moon. Ok, that works, so we need to decide what areas we will have. I suggest different areas based on different elements, like a fire area, an earth area, an air area, etc. Nomad says that sounds awesome, and says we can start with the forest area. I am thinking of how the game can flow, and I am coming up with a vicious circle where each element needs one of the other elements and there isn't really any place to start. I am taking to Nomad about setting up the game so it will work smoothly, he seems a bit confused by the fact I am talking about video games, but he seems to play along for now. Upon finally coming to the conclusion that the earth level would be first, Nomad asks why I am talking about making a video game… I tell him this video game will be epic, with all these territories, it will make an excellent MMORPG. Nomad smiles and says that is awesome, we would make an MMORPG area for dreamers. I am a bit confused at first, then I think of something and tell him it is a great idea to use dreams to design parts of the game, maybe even most of it. Nomad says yeah, we should use dreams… dreams like this one! I look at him in a puzzled manner, he tells me this is a dream. That isn't making sense, I tell him we are designing a video game, not a dream…

Space Ark
I am with MoSh in the landing bay of the tower on the moon, we are going to go somewhere Q has told us about. I am lucid for the first time, and thinking I can't wait to see what kind of place Q has found this time. We get in our ships, MoSh gets in his ship with Asuka, I get in mine with Basara, and we launch from the tower. Before we have gone far we find a wormhole that Q has created, and we fly through the wormhole to a distant area of space. There is now a fleet of ships near us, ships flying through space going to somewhere I don't know. We fly over towards the fleet, and I see fighter ships around that look like the ships on Starfox… There is also one huge ship that looks like a section of a planet under a dome, the other ships are all flying around that one, which seems to be the one to be protected above all others. We make contact with them, and they give us permission to land, making me wonder if Q has been here before us to tell them we are coming… We land in the landing area, and there are some people there, they are talking about what the ship is for. Apparently they were able to get warning of their star going supernova, so they constructed this space ark, with a section of every kind of habitat from their home world and also a selection of all the different animals, so they would be able to start over on a new world. He says most of the space ark is wilderness, and they have to take care of everything to make sure no life is lost on the way to their new home.

Back to the Drawing Board
I am in a strange room, I know I am there to continue designing a video game, no doubt the one I was working on earlier. I am working on a puzzle part of the game now, testing it out to make sure it is working properly. The way to solve the puzzle is to step only on certain tiles and in the right order and use those tiles to reach the other side of the room. I do the jumps necessary to get across the room, I am wondering if it is the proper difficulty. Does it need to be harder? Easier? Have a difficulty setting? I'll have to give that some thought. When I am almost to the other side, I notice something wrong with one of the animated parts… there is a fan in a vent that is wobbling instead of spinning properly. So I get out of the game and enter a modeling mode, moving over to the fan and adjusting the size and shape of it to make it fit better. While I'm in the modeling mode, I adjust some walls and start adding a new room. In the new room there are two bodies that appear to be dead but will come to life and attack. This fact is actually betrayed by a slight twitch in the bodies that gives away the fact they aren't really dead. Now I just have to test to make sure they come to life at the right place to make the game challenging without making it impossible.

I'll get to the DEILD in a second, but first, yesterdays semi successful WILD attempt.

Failed WILD To School
It was my first time trying to do a WILD. I was using the same tactics as explained by YoshiKing, for an afternoon nap. Later in the process, my body was becoming numb and I was trying to imagine my subconscious self walking down a hallway. I could feel myself going deeper and deeper into my mind when suddenly, next thing I remember was myself walking down a hallway in a school. I seem to have missed all the exciting thing before heading into a dream. That being said, I was only very semi lucid and couldn't really control much of my dream. I then headed into a classroom with as lot of familiar faces from my high school days back in the US. Can't really remember much after that.
Dream sign would be seeing familiar faces from highschool. I currently live in Singapore, 8,500 miles away from my home in the US where see none of the people I use to know.

Cookies To 'Pandora'
Okay, later the same day, as I was preparing to sleep for the night, I thought I would try to WILD again. But soon I realized that I would not be able to do it with my hubby snoring next to me. I love him so much, but just wanted to 'accidentally' bump him so he would wake up and not be snoring. Decided against it and went to sleep. I don't really remember the dream I had except I had received an award, and the award was some kind of bumpy silvery broach looking thing that was quite pretty. Next thing I knew, I was half awake and decided to go back to sleep with the intention of having a LD. It worked! I, maybe 75%, knew I was in a dream when I started to see some familiar faces from back in the US. I also had pretty good control over my dream self and acted on my own will for the most part. She(friend from US) was making some cooking for an event and I decided to help her, since she seemed a bit grumpy. Could feel her negativity. So, I started to help her and her mood didn't get any better, but what was cool was I could feel and smell the cookie dough. Lumpy, sticky, mushy feel with a sugary flour smell =D After that, my dream self wanted a change of scenery, so I walked out a door and I was in a dense tropical/temperate forest. I saw this ancient stone bridge covered in vines that connected two cliffs. I told myself that there are dinosaurs here and that a brontosaurus was coming and I didn't want to be stepped on. So I climbed up the cliff edge and then onto the stone bridge, but instead of a brontosaurus appearing, a female humanoid about the same size as me jumped onto the bridge from the tall surrounding flora. She looked like a mix between Protoss from Starcraft and Na'vi from Avatar. The skin was a pale, fleshy pink/purple color. She then called out and said to follow her before the bridge collapsed. Which it then started to as we both hurried to the other side. There, was a community of these Protoss Na'vi people, male and female wearing tribal-like clothing. The buildings were very primitive and made use of the surrounding flora, trees, bushes, etc. I saw the males lying on the dirt ground talking with each other and showing off their muscles to me while the women were sitting at some sort of open eating place gossiping to each other and staring at me and the males while drinking something. For some reason I started to say something along the lines of how beautiful the males were and how the females were also beautiful but the males were more beautiful than them. The females then grimaced at me.
This dream was fairly realistic =D

I did a morph of the female humanoid I saw in my dream and this is basically what she looked like only with a cloak over her head:
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w/o hair - http:--i11.photobucket.com/albums/a189/milky_way_sora/makeover.jpg
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Okay, that's it!
Please post comments on what you think about my entry =)

I decided to re-read my dream journal and I not only realized that there have been even more precognitive connections that have occurred. I also remembered this morning 3 dreams from a couple of weeks ago, but I cannot remember if it was something that happened while I still was keeping the journal or if it was from after I stopped.

Precognitive: I mentioned going to a party with a girl named Bella that I had met twice. I saw her two more times in the past two weeks (after not seeing her for two years).

Random connection: I realized that the teacher in one of the last dreams I wrote about before I left for a while (about the wedding) actually looked a lot like WakingNomad.

Dream 1: A group of friends and I were in Japan. We were shopping and running through this mall that was purple and matrix-esque (though I have never in my life seen the Matrix so I actually have no idea why I think that). We were trying to buy things for a party we were all having together. I also kind of feel like we were in the part of Monster's Inc where they have the doors on those clothesline like things but we were using them for transportation.

Dream 2: A boy I liked and a couple of people and I were at what I thought was Knott's Berry Farm. It also felt like it was the theme park on the Santa Monica Pier but it was supposed to be Knott's. We decided to work there and we were in charge of running this small white rollercoaster. We just were walking around the track area for a while and then the boy I liked took his lunch break without me. For some reason it really hurt my feelings.

Dream 3: I was on a field trip to knott's berry farm but we weren't allowed outside, we just had to stay in this giant tent that we shared with another school. There was a section in the front with silverware and some tables that was mostly for us and was about an eighth of the size of the whole tent. I remember runing back and forth the length of the tent and the other school getting mad.

None of those were from the same night or recent at all, they just came to me today but I remember knowing of them in the past. It's kind of weird.

The past few nights, I've had a few dreams in which famous people appear. Several of them have included musicians that I like plus the inexplicable appearance of Cameron Diaz. I've dreamt about famous people before. Usually I have a dream like this three or four times a year. But for whatever reason, it's happened a lot very recently. I'm not really a fan-boy or a celebrity watcher, and while I enjoy music a lot, I'm not the sort of person to obsess over stars. I guess because it's happened a few times and I've written it down here in my journal, it is on my mind more than usual and so I keep having these dreams. Sort of like a feedback loop. Anyway, I'm explaining that because I dreamt about Jimi Hendrix and about Bob Dylan again last night, and it's a little embarrassing that I keep having celebrities in my dreams. I thought about not recording it here since I'm disappointed in my apparent recent lack of imagination, but that wouldn't be honest, so here it is.


In which I help an elderly Bob Dylan navigate an airport and he asks me to dinner...


I'm at the airport in Austin. An elderly man in a cowboy hat gets off the plane. He appears to be about 90 and he walks with a cane. He is dragging a large suitcase but one of its wheels has broken and he is having difficulty balancing the luggage and his cane. I ask him if I can assist him and he gladly hands over his suitcase. I realize right away that it's a future Bob Dylan.

I help him to the escalator and he asks me about the local music scene. I tell him about a few gigs in town that I know of, but none of it interests him so I start suggesting restaurants instead. He's excited about the mole at Curra's. On our way to the bus stop, we must walk through a kindergarten classroom. The teacher makes us all line up at the door and demands that we wait with "bubbles and duck tails" which is teacher talk for putting air in your mouth and keeping it quiet and for crossing your hands behind your back. I struggle with pulling Bob Dylan's luggage while walking with my hands behind my back.

In the classroom, the kiddos sit at their tables as if they are immigration officials. They require us to color a picture before we can pass. They are impressed with my pencil shading and with Bob Dylan's color scheme. We tack our pictures on their blackboard and walk to the backdoor which exits at the bus stop. Just as we are about to exit, the teacher stops us and asks, "Aren't you Bob Dylan?" He looks embarrassed. I have not acknowledged that I recognize him yet. I jump in and answer, "Don't be silly. This is an old man who happened to sit next to me on the plane, that's all." The teacher and I laugh at how silly it'd be if Bob Dylan was flying coach.

Outside, Bob Dylan gives me his phone number and asks me if I'd like to come to dinner that night. I accept the invitation and feel really cool. But once I get home, I read on the news that a stalker is harassing him and that the authorities are looking for a woman who helped him carry his luggage at the airport. It turns out that the police think that I must have given the stalker his phone number in exchange for some money. I present myself at the police station and explain that I never gave his phone number out to anyone. They believe me, but it takes a few hours and I'm tired afterwards. I decide not to go to the dinner or to call Bob Dylan himself to explain. I figure the best thing to do is just to let it all go. Besides, I'm really tired of driving after flying and then dealing with the police, and I just want to get home.


In which I warn Jimi Hendrix about drugs...


I’m picking cotton and putting what I collect in the apron of my dress. I’m wearing pioneer clothes, including a bonnet and lace-up boots. It’s hot, and I look at the marigolds shining on the roof of my mud house. I wonder if cotton grows on the Great Plains and then realize that I’m in the past. I’ve time-traveled again, I think to myself, but I do not realize that I’m also dreaming. I drop the cotton and walk towards the mud house, looking for the time machine. I find a post hole in the ground before the house, make a wish, and jump in. I decide to attend the Monterrey Pop Festival.

I don’t remember seeing the show. Instead, the dream picks up after the concert. I’m standing in front of the stage, sweaty from dancing all night, when another time traveler approaches me. He asks if I’d like to go backstage with him. I agree, and am delighted to discover that he is buddies with Jimi Hendrix. We all go to a diner afterwards for waffles and coffee. Jimi Hendrix is smoking a lot. He’s wearing a purple feather boa and he tells me he likes my pioneer bonnet. I tell him that I’m a time traveler and that I got so interested in the concert that I did not have time to look for time-appropriate clothes. I then warn him to moderate his drug use.

He laughs and says, “There’s always three or four people at my concerts who claim to be time travelers, and they’re always telling me that.” Everyone at the table laughs.

I had a dream where I did several reality checks but they all said that I was awake.

I just remember some girls leading me upstairs. The building was only two stories, but the stairs actually went up for three, and there was a balcony type thing at the top. We went all the way up and turned back down and headed to the second floor. These girls were holding my hands the entire time. Bye the time we got to this one area, there was only one of them left. We were standing over a table with hamburgers on it, and I think she said something about a ritual or something.

11/27/2010
"You Picked the Wrong House, Bud!"

I was hanging out with Josh. We were in a house that was supposed to be "mine", but it wasn't like the house I live in now. This one was two stories tall, and we were on the second floor. It was night out. We were the only ones in the house but, while we were chillin, I could have sworn I heard my alarm chirp, downstairs, as if someone had opened one of the doors. At first, I didn't say anything about it, and thought I was just hearing things. It wasn't until we actually had to go downstairs for something, that I remembered the chirp and actually began to take it seriously.

Before leaving my room, I grabbed one of my knives. On the way down the stairs, Josh asked me why I had it, and I quietly told him that I thought I'd heard something. We crept through the living room quietly, and I looked in all the corners and behind all the objects I could. Nothing. By this time, I had reverted back to thinking it had just been my imagination. There was only one other possible hiding spot; around a corner and down a short corridor, to the other bedroom. The corridor was dark, but I was just going to peek around the corner, pretty sure that we were the only ones here.

I had let my guard down at the wrong time, though. As soon as I peeked around the corner, a shadowy figure was standing directly in front of me, pressed up against the wall, in hiding. I was completely caught by surprise. I swung the knife around, toward his chest, and he actually caught my arm by the wrist, using his other hand and immediately wrenching the knife out of my grip. Now he had the knife. Instinctively, I grabbed him in a hold, securing his knife hand with one of my own, to keep it away from me. Wrestling each other back into the living room, we struggled for control of the knife, at first. Then, I was able to take the guy to the ground and just began pummeling him in the face, with my free hand. (A lesson I've learned is that, when a weapon is involved, you always go for the attacker, and not the weapon.) Once the man was dazed, he dropped the knife, and I just started dropping bombs with both fists. Everything happened so fast that Josh just kind of stood back. While I was annihilating this guy, with punch after punch, I think Josh came by and picked up the knife, seeing that I had things under control. I don't remember much of that situation, other than leaving the guy on the ground with probably every bone in his face broken. He turned out to be just some random guy that broke into my house. Never got around to finding out whether he was just a crook or what.

The next day, Josh and I were at work, and we were talking about what had happened. I was dramatically retelling some co-workers about it, and just when I got to the part where I was raining down punches on the guy, Josh butted in and said something like "yeah, and Greg beat his ass", kind of dismissing any sort of dramatic tension I was building. I don't think he did it to be a dick, but it just came out that way.

Afterward, I remember telling him something about sticking to letting me tell the stories, from now on.

I had vague dream about fixing circuit boards(currently learning), woke up and tried to go into a lucid dream state by repeating, "I will have a lucid dream... I will remember my dream" The strange thing is that I ended up dreaming about trying to lucid dream, where I kept repeating those lines. The dream was set in my room, it was identical to reality to the extent that I could not tell the difference. I tried to go to sleep in the dream and even tried sleeping on the floor to see if it would help. It was only until I noticed that the sun had risen did I eventually wake up a again around about 1:00am ...

Went back to sleep...

...I was holding a painting it was of a pathway. I then stepped into the painting everything is coloured in pastels, I decide to follow a line of bricks on the path, eventually I come across either a person or a statue, its a women sitting on something like a suitcase, looking up at the sky...

...I am now in a room painting some small square ceramic dish, I heard the voice of my mother saying "______ come and see this", an old lady came into the room I thought I knew her from somewhere almost as if she were family. She gave me £20 and said it was a gift, "No, I cant accept your money" I said. "then buy something with it, and sell it at a more expensive price during Christmas", took the money anyway just to keep her happy. Went out an bought something, came back with a few women around me(no I didn't buy them), I seem to know them. I came back with what can only be described as a bouquet of grapes, different kinds wrapped up in green plastic. I noticed someone is missing, "where's _____ ?" Then got a reply from one saying she didn't know and didn't care. There were some strange looking grapes in that bouquet, I wanted to try them, in appearance they were large, round, translucent green with a yellow spot fading into the green. Took a bite of one but noticed a bright orange spider, I dropped them, the spider escaped and the dog ate the grapes... Woke up again, quickly wrote down my dreams then went back to sleep...

...walking along a wooded path along a riverside but the river is about 5m down a banking. The trees are very big, they are fir trees, I hear someone speaking like a tour is being given cant remember what he says, later I dream of the same place. This time all the trees are cut down and there are big trenches cut into the ground....

...I was going overseas to visit family, remember being in some airport meeting some friend. There is a dinning place where I stop to have a snack... I'm driving and end up in somewhere familiar.

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Started in this urban area, I'm aware its in england somewhere with broken windows, and am walking with a group of deaf people and signing (am deaf myself). While im talking to them i confess to them about a significant event that just happened to me and i cant quite talk about or announce yet recently and while passing older factory buildings was walking into one and in this room found a picture as Staring at this picture of a woman. she appeared in front of me and suddenly she was half naked after that it clouded up, she had black hair with green eyes, very beautiful. I felt some arousal realized i had a girlfriend and it was a dream and awoke

after being awake tried to go back into WILD method.

Something about persia, and im looking at a rock wall full of medieval art and as im going along i realize its about the crusades and i climb on top of a cliff following the art and at one point the art became like an ivory white as i started to stare at this one part it starts moving and i become a specator of a team of 2 knights in red go agaisnt another group, they were all skinny like skeletons because i remember thinking " wow, they are all skinny and makes sense due to food and water being scarce at that period of time and i awoke due to alarm

I think i need to perform reality checks better and possibly have to get a token to force myself to do RC with it.

Not really much. I just checked to see what music played, because I was pretty sure I heard some and I did:

I Have Confidence in Me. I'm not sure if I was awake or asleep when I heard this. I remember thinking I have the vinyl record. and I was thinking someone else was singing the song I think.

and Walking Wounded. This one, the start of the song was very different than I remember (Like I think my dream changed it) I was going to ask the people who made the song if I could put it in a movie.

Lucidity: 2
Control: 0

I had a dream that I was in the YMCA and I was using a chest machine, when I was done my father appeared and he went on to perform a bench press, he picked up the bar and that's when I was woken up.