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Third Dream Journal Entry: Thursday, October 28th, 2010

• In my opinion, this dream was probably the most boring dream I have ever had.

• I woke up very frustrated because I remember that there was so much more to my dream but I could not remember a damn thing.

I can't remember much of my dream but I tried writing down as much as I could. I was in a car with my friends Chris and Alex. Chris was driving us to the mall. On the way there we were talking about our friend Jessica and we were trying to figure out which route she takes to get to the mall. I do not know why we were talking about that but we were. I was sitting in the back seat of his car and Alex was sitting on the passenger seat. We then laughed about how stupid she is for taking the longest and dumbest route ever. We finally get to the mall where Chris drops us of. He then says, "I am not going with you guys to the mall because I am going to go see my girlfriend, Nina!" (ex-girlfriend in real life). We both say "ok" and started heading towards the door. As we are walking I notice that it was not a main entrance to the mall. It seemed more like a back entrance. I could see stairs at the door but I could not see what was at the top. We walk through the door.

I'm no longer at the mall and I am now with my friend Dariel. We are also in a car. Dariel is driving me home (he does not have a license or a car in real life). At one point I decided to look out my window. I saw a girl walking our of her house. I noticed that it was a girl that goes to my school. Her name is Unique. I am not really close with her but I have known her for a while. We continued driving and I wake up.

Auto Christian vs Medical Christian

I was at some sort of christian camp and we (me some smaller kids, and a black guy counselor with a goatee). There had just ended a party of some sort and my friend, Peter, was there. We went outside to talk some more as a group. Outside was large forested area with legit cement roads. We had stepped out of a large white tent. There were tons of people walking around besides us. A little girl rode past us on a bike and I hit her and took it from her. Everybody looked at me and asked why but I just sped off as fast as I could. I sped around for actually a good 10 minutes or so and the whole group chased me around. When I stopped at the bottom of a hill, it took me by surprise when the little girl was the first to catch up to me closely followed by peter and then the rest of the group. We all accepted this as normal and then we started a lesson about Christians. In the world, there were 2 types: Medical and Auto Christians. I asked what was the difference and the counselor said that the Auto Christian had to put down a down payment on a car before joining any type of activity. This made sense at the time. He then read a bible verse about cheating on your spouse that went something like this. "Therefore whoever goes all the way to Palestine for a whore instead of using locals has another cherry to pick after human judgement..." Hint: Not a real verse.

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I was at home. Something caused me to go into my living room of my apartment. My mom was there. She told me to look outside; she was really scared. Outside there was a wolf and a cat. They were looking at us and following my cats along the giant window. For some reason this scared the shit out of me; I could feel the wolf about to just break through the glass and kill me or something. The dream ended somewhere there.

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Had a FA. I woke up and started writing down key words of my dream onto a piece of paper. I wrote the words "rejection, cat, dog" on it with my pencil, like I usually do. I then started to get dressed. I remember putting my grey and pink socks on. I know I did some other distinct thing too, but I can't remember.

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In the next dream I became lucid at one point, I'm sure. I was going down some water slides. There was sort of a hint in my mind that I was dreaming, and that nothing could hurt me, though I didn't have enough control to really take over. I was going down these water slides that had sharp panels. I went down them knowing it was a dream and that they couldn't hurt me if I didn't expect them to. It was really quite fun. Eventually the slides turned into highways, and the dream started to change.

Eventually I ended up at some store or bus station with my mom. We were waiting for a bus and commenting on how long it took. When it finally arrived we said something about all the people unloading. The dream ended somewhere there.

regular/lucid dreams: 10-28-10

I know I haven't posted a dream in a long time so I figured I mise well post one now.

I think this one was lucid, since pretty much the whole time I was attempting to fly and was like "wow I'm so good at getting lucid!" I don't remember the whole thing so these are just some fragments.

I kept jumping in the air and trying to stay up and fly. It was like trying to improve the skill, and I was getting better and better. I was just pretty much having fun with it the whole time. I knew I was in a dream, but all I really wanted to do was see where the dream took me.

(not sure if I'm still lucid) Me and my parents went to San Fransisco for a vacation or something. The whole time we were there all I could think about was going up on the Golden Gate bridge at sunset so that I could take pictures. I kept thinking we were going to be late, as the sun kept creeping closer to the horizon. You needed tickets to get on the bridge, so we got our tickets and started walking on the bridge only to realize we had gone the wrong way. So we turned back and I tried to look for the right way on the bridge but couldn't find it. Time was running out, the sun would be setting soon. I ran into this really old who seemed like she knew her way around. I asked her where to go and first she asked me to do a favor for her.. wait for her till she went to the bathroom. When she was done she still wouldn't tell me... it was really weird.. I woke up before I made it on the bridge, sadly. I was so damn anxious to see that bridge...

I also remember standing on top of a very tall ledge or bridge or something with people around me. I really wanted to jump off that thing.. not sure if I actually did or not though.

Then there was something about going down a waterslide....

We ere talking about movies and my Dad mentioned to Alannah that some war movie was really good. As he started telling her about it, I realised that I had seen this movie. It was about a guy at the start of the movie hides behind a low wall downhill of a mountain. The enemy move slowly toward him and he shoots them as they approach. one step taken every two secs by enemy. When they come to is wall, they step over it, and also step over him, ad he start shooting enemies in the back. They see him and capture him and the rest of his men. They are told to march ahead and they find some allies and turn around to fight off their captives. Captives run away, build up a bgger enemy and eventually come back to kill them all. One of the soldiers in the protagonsist's force is missing, and he is a traitor.

Bobo was captured and taken to prison where he was put on trial for something. His mother was really upset. I remember being taken away and put in a chair we're they tortured me by smacking my balls with a mace (quite light) to get me to talk abut Bobo's involvement in some crime. I told the truth. Bobo also got tortured. I saw the Buuddhists meditating and they kept me in a room whre there was a circular roof above me w lots of plastic babies stuck out of it which went round and round. Was kinda scary and very wierd.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Most vivid dream ever aswell, or perhaps it was because I became lucid and got a good look around. Anyways I hadn't had any dreams in three days, and went to bed last night a bit earlier in hopes of getting something. All of a sudden I am lucid.

04.30: 10/10 Vividness but 0/10 Control DILD
I'm at work and everything's more colourful. I'm standing on a ledge overlooking the digging site. Some of my co-workers are stacking file cabinets in one corner for some reason. It's break time and I see Björn roll in through the door on his white roller skates. I notice it's actually his normal shoes but with wheels on them. I sit down at the long 12-man table, three-four co-workers are already sitting there.

"Can someone give me a phone?" I ask and everyone starts laughing. "What the hell is a phone" someone ask me and look at me like I'm crazy. Everything feels so surreal and people don't behave normally. Like everyone's alot happier and stupidier than they really are. "Here take this" They hand me a strange red walkie talkie. "You can light candles when it's blowing real hard outside with that thing" they say and I try it out. I swing it in the air and produce a flame from the antenna. I try to light a candle while it's blowing real hard, and it works!

Björn decides to go home, and skates off on his white roller skates. I walk into the building and grab my bag. I turn lucid just like that. "Ok first of all before I try to get to the desert, I have to relax and focus at the same time" I tell myself and it's working great. I put the bag over my shoulder and walk towards a door. Suddenly I'm on a porch of some sort with a low triangle roof behind me. Like I'm on top of the roof. Everything's extremely vivid and I start to question if I'm really dreaming. I look at my hand.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7 fingers. They are too short, chubby and pointy. "Yup this is definitely a dream" I think. "But why is everything so vivid and stable?" I walk towards the edge of the porch and get up on the railing with the intention of flying. I do my usual trick but it won't work! I try again but still nothing. I question if this really is a dream once again and count my fingers, getting the same results. "Then I should be able to fly!" I tell myself. I try to fly again but it only results in me almost falling off the railing. I sway for a second before I jump down on the porch.

I look at the sun. It's burning bright on a blue sky. There's NOTHING in the dream which indicates it actually is a dream, and the lack of control makes me lose interest really fast. "I now understand people who are afraid of being in a coma or something when they can't wake up from a dream" I think and I decide to stop trying and do what my insticts really crave... I take a pee on a stone wall. It feels great. Then I start feeling my body.

Amount of sleep: 6 hours

Food before bed: 1 x 100 mg B6, 1 x 50 mg B6, 2 x Omega-3

Action before bed: Meditation on shakti mat for 20 minutes.

I actually had another dream, and a fragment/FA. But I cba to write them down. I'm starting to get worried that I need the B6 to be able to dream. I will not take it in a week or so, and see what happens.

<-----Shakti mat

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

There has been a contest to choose the guests who will attend a dinner party with a friendly, very easy-going, gray-haired woman who makes letters out of soft wax. I am at this dinner. There is another woman there who collects little figurines, including one that looks like a classic Hollywood actress. I mess up the top bar of the wax “E” that the first woman has made, making it all bent and chewed up so that she has to redo that part, but she doesn't mind because she loves doing her art. [It wasn't until I woke up and was writing down this dream that I recognized this woman as former Survivor contestant Gillian Larson, who was the guest speaker at a lunch seminar I went to last week.]

Third-person perspective. I'm watching a teenage girl walk around in a mall or a department store. She rides up an escalator, and I can see the bright-green lights glowing from the spaces between the steps. All the time she's walking around, I can hear a voice narrating her story. The words of the story are written in the first person with the teenage girl as the point-of-view character, but the voice reading them is Scott Sigler's. [Not surprisingly, as I just finished getting caught up on the latest episode of the Ancestor podcast an hour before I went to bed.] According to the narration, this girl “eats, sleeps, and breathes TV:” she has a name very similar to that of a specific, well-known TV character, she watches a lot of TV shows, and other aspects of her life are very similar to the situation on various TV shows. I'm aware that what Scott is reading is the first chapter of Ancestor. [The actual first chapter of Ancestor is absolutely nothing like this.]

A typical scene: a school+hotel (not dorms), but strangely vivid for something so mundane. I was kicked out of one room as I was about to take a shower. Apparently I had stayed too long. On leaving, I forgot my key, which looked more like a car key than one for a door. At this point the building became a school.
There were 4 floors accessible by at least 3 elevators. Joined by some past acquaintances, we entered elevator #3 and headed for the 3rd floor. As we ascended, the elevator swayed. It came to a stop so that half of the exit could be seen. I jumped across and the others followed with some help. We called management to tell them about the error. Later, a repairman spoke to me and told me that due to some mechanical wear, had we not alerted him, the elevator would have shut its doors and fell, trapping whomever was inside. I remember noticing that the repairman was surprisingly intelligent -- not for his occupation, but for a human being in general. As I listened to him, I felt he knew something important that I did not, but should.
There was more but it has already faded - a sinus infection broke my sleep into small unsatisfying sessions with dreams less memorable.

Hello : / My dreams get weirder and weirder. I realize that something bothers me deep inside me. I don't know... I'm afraid what I may find deep inside me...

Hours of sleep: 7h
Vividness: 2/5
Recall:3/5

I'm standing outsides in a street. I have to wheels and on one a seat is fixed. I sit on the seat and I make movements with my hands if I'm driving a bike. I suddenly start driving and it reminds me of a motorbike. But the handlebars are invisible. I don't see the engine either.
I somehow realise that this is a dream. But it doesn't bothers really. I keep on driving and suddenly, I'm in a mall. I drive around and I get of my bike. I want to go to the cashiers, But I circle through the mall. Every time I'm near the cashiers, the open ones are full, so I keep circling. A few times while making a new turn, I meet girl N. . Every time she sits on a barstool. Next to her is a guy. She always says when she sees me: "That's my new boyfriend" and kisses him as long as I can see her. While kissing him she looks at me. Her eyes are saying, that she just wants to tease me.
I repeat this scenario at least 10 times and I finish in the moment that I see that all cashiers are full. I don't know what happens next. I end up in a blank room,sitting in a corner, face to the wall and I cry.

O Gosh... What do I want in Reality... CRAP!

So when I first remember starting in my dream I'm sitting with part of my family and a couple of my friends, only one of whom I can actually recognize. We're in what seems like a very large cafeteria area that is open to the sky above us. Suddenly, lots of food appears on the table in front of us, but I'm not sure what all of it is, but I eat nonetheless. While we eat, performers come and go to what seems like a stage at the front of the cafeteria-area. Depending on what they do, their props seem to magically appear onto the stage. I'm amazed by it all and laugh along with my friends about all the tricks we're getting to see.

Near the end of the show, the only one of my friends that I recognize decides she wants dessert. It's no big deal to me at first. I quickly become agitated as she begins randomly yelling out to waiters to bring her something. My frustration with my friend increases when she begins trying to claim other people's desserts because no one will bring her one. Angry at her behavior, I leave the table to go outside and wait for everyone else to finish. It doesn't seem to take them long before my friends come out first and begin walking in one direction, and then my family come out and walk in another. Not sure which to follow, I begin tagging along with my parents only to find out that wasn't the way we needed to go. They just wanted to go to the car first before we walked home. I feel like something is up at this point, because it itched at my mind to ask them, "Why don't we just drive the car home, then?" However, I don't ask the question, they get what they need, and we begin what my mom tells me is a 25 miles trek in one direction.

Suddenly my dream shifts to a completely different scene from the one we were previously at. This time I don't seem to be myself, but rather a sort of 3rd-person view over the situation. This guy seems to be a sort of victim and is being escorted to a seating area by two other men. The guy, who we'll call Victim, looks relatively all right other than it looking like he has a sort of broken nose. When Victim enters the clearing with the two men, a rather large woman is already sitting in a chair. Before Victim even has a chance to sit down, she gets up and apologizes constantly about having punched him in the face. She claims she got excited in the moment and meant nothing towards him. Before anything else can be said, I wake up from the sound of my alarm clock going off.

Good morning everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a bedroom with a woman I don't recognize. The woman was white, with pale skin and brown hair. The bedroom was dim, as if heavy curtains blocked the windows. The room may have had grey carpet. The woman lay on a mattress on the floor. She was naked.

I crawled over to the woman and lay on top of her. I may have actually started having sex with her. But then somebody else, one of my friends, possibly D, made it known that he was coming into the room.

I got off the woman. The woman, now wearing a satiny, blue dress with a long skirt with slits all the way up either side, just turned on her left side and let her skirt flow between her legs. I thought that, in that position, she still looked almost naked. I may have even told her something like she looked like she was still inviting someone to have sex with her.

I went back to sitting or kneeling at the foot of the bed. The guy came in and was doing something weird. Then he walked into another room. The woman started complaining about the guy, calling him immature.

I told the woman that I recognized that same kind of behavior pattern in myself, and that I was trying to get rid of it, so I could be more mature.

At the beginning of my response, I was watching a set of boxes that were stacked against a wall being replaced with orange cushions like couch cushions, as if movers were walking up, taking away the boxes, and leaving cushions in their place. At the end of my response, I was standing about ten feet away from the woman's mattress, near the head of the mattress.

I may have walked into the kitchen, off to my right. This may have been the same room the man had walked into.

Dream #2

My mom was throwing a party at her house. We were in her living room, which was empty except for a long, narrow folding table on which was food.

The living room was dim, as if the only light was coming from some other room. I could see through the front window that it was pitch black outside. There were a few people here, all gathered listlessly around the table. Nobody seemed engaged with the party at all.

Some kind of conflict occurred. People started leaving the party. My sister even left the house. I followed after my her, trying to make sure she was okay.

I opened the front screen door. I really couldn't see anything outside. But I heard my sister call my aunt "mom." This shocked me so much that I went back inside. I tried to figure out what my mom had done during thr party to offend my sister so much that she had started calling my aunt "mom."

Dream #3

I was in a small meeting room which was brightly lit with fluorescent light. There were a lot of people sitting in folding chairs with white, plastic backs. I sat near the front, in an outside chair on the right side of the room.

Suddenly, from behind me, there was a commotion. I stood up and turned around to see what was going on.

The chairs were now all in disarray behind my row. The floor was also cluttered and messy. A pretty, young, Asian woman stood out of her seat, screaming, "What is it? What is it?"

I looked down to the floor and saw a roach about an inch long scurrying toward the front of the room.

Everybody seemed to be panicked. I don't like roaches, but I tried to explain that it wasn't such a big deal, and that I could even kill it if they wanted me to. But I hoped they wouldn't want me to, because it would be gross.

Non Lucid - Lucid

this reoccurring nightmare always takes place at my aunts house, and one of the rooms is haunted or has a demon present.

My three friends went in to the room in my aunts house that i knew had some sort of demonic presence in it. So i just stood at the door because i knew the room would probably slam on us and it would only get worse from there. i told my friends over and over as i felt the aura of the presence grow stronger that we had to get out. they didnt listen to me and as the door started to get heavier and heavier behind me i was able to slip out at the last second. then i was in my bed out of no where but couldnt move at all except for lifting my hands. i tried to turn on my phone to get light in the room but the screen wouldnt turn on even after taking out the battery and putting it in multiple times. (damnit why didnt i try and plug my nose!) i was sure that it was the demon/presence that was holding me down from my aunts and this scared the shit out of me so i guess thats why i didnt RC or anything.

I then spent about an hour on the computer, typed up this in my dream journal(this is an edit), and just spent time on the forum getting some better thoughts in my head. Then i decided to try WBTB. I stayed completely still focusing on my breathing for about twenty minutes but i found when i would let my mind wonder a bit the "lead blanket" would become more present and i eventually got to the vibrating that way. however when the vibrating got very strong it began to hurt which lasted about 20 seconds. confused about the duration and thinking my health was in danger i stopped... Should i keep going next time? can everybody do it? i was excited that this was happening but i didn't think the vibrating was supposed to last that long.

I was with some friends or something. I remember at first being in some apartment, and then going out with them. While I was with them a bunch of people pulled out some smokes. I somehow got ahold of one. I inhaled, and a ghastly smell and taste entered. I coughed it out. But yet it made me feel calm, and aware of everything. I relaxed. It was sort of odd though, since I've never smoked IRL.

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I got lucid at some point. I know I did. Didn't do anything productive, but I remember trying to think of something I should do.