non-lucid

Monday, October 4th, 2010

Hunting a Crime Lord
Clarity: 4/10
Importance:3/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm down by the yacht club with some guys, trying to find a crime boss so we can take revenge on him. I think he might be doing drugs in a party fort I remember from a previous dream, but then we catch a break and someone hands us 4 tickets and a picture of the guy we're looking for.

We walk to a secluded path in the woods that is guarded by several asian men. We give them our tickets and the let us pass. Down the path, we find a black market bazaar. There are drugs for sale, black market goods, prostitutes everywhere. It's an all around cool place!

We spend days walking up and down that bazaar, showing the picture and asking if anyone knows him. Everyone is pretty tight lipped, and we only get a few clues to his location. But on the 4th day we hit the jackpot, and someone with a grudge against the guy gives us his exact location.

Strangers
Clarity: 5/10
Importance:5/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm hanging out with a group of people I don't know, and they want to go out on the town. I tell them we can use my car, and we all pile in and go over to a hospital to visit one of their friends. Once inside his hospital room, the people begin filling up fat syringes with smoke and breathing them in. The room is littered with these smoke filled syringes, and as I pick one up to inspect it, they give me shit to keep it down so we don't get caught. The stupid door is wide open, they're not trying to hide them, and the have the nerve to give me shit! I don't know what kind of crazy drugs they're smoking, but I want no part of it.

Next several of the girls decide to practice dancing. Two of them are rather clumsy, but one is an olympic class dancer.

Then I'm talking with Albert about Andrew, and how those drugs have completely changed him and warped his mind.

Took a B-Complex supplement about 2 hours before sleep and also sipped some natural apple juice throughout the night.

Colored String Competition
0200: C. In a competition. Each player has a small plastic toy bow (as in bow-and-arrow) with a colored piece of string. There are about 10 people including me. Some are vaguely familiar. There is a host, like it's a game show. The goal is to guess the color of other's strings. I think mine is plain white. The host guides us through a few rounds. Then one round is tricky. The choice is between two people who have pink and red. We are supposed to guess which is which. Only me and one other girl get it right. Actually, I just copy her guess. I realize she is Lexi, a childhood friend.

WBTB+MILD, short

Bunker, Dream Control without Lucidity
0452: B. Ok, this dream was really vivid. I could have sworn it was lucid, but on waking up and recalling I realized I never actually had the critical lucid moment. I'm on a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II map. I think it's called Quarry. But I'm not fighting. I look for a bunker under the hills and find one. It has a low ceiling, a locking door, and a narrow pillbox window looking out at the center of the map. I'm glad that the door has a lock for some reason. I look at the low ceiling. This is the point where I appreciate how vivid the dream is and I feel that pre-lucid tingle but never go fully lucid. The ceiling is bare rock with a tangle of metal braces, electrical wires, and light bulbs. There are also some spider webs and I carefully look for spiders but find none. The whole room is only about 10 feet by 10 feet. I think there is a bed and a few military-looking green crates stacked around.

Now Hugh and a girl are in the room with me. The girl is tall and skinny with a brown hair in a pony tail. Kinda tomboyish. She vaguely reminds me of the ex-girlfriend of an old friend from college. She's casually dressed in jeans and a tank top with some cleavage, which is distracting me. I show them the view through the window. It's bright day outside. You can see the part of the map where there's a big stack of cube-shaped cut stones. But in the dream, they are cardboard boxes instead of stones. I notice this is weird but not enough to become lucid. Then I try to impress both of them, mostly the girl, with some dream powers. I try to levitate an empty water bottle but fail. The girl is bored and wants to go somewhere else. I try to teleport us out but fail again. So we walk out the door, through a hallway and out into the open.

Hugh and the girl venture off. I'm looking around and see Justin, a childhood friend, walk up to me. His hair is buzzed really short, almost bald. He's wearing a light blue UCLA T-shirt. He says something about the UCLA football team. Then he asks if I'm bored and what to do something. He suggests we go watch a movie called "Cobalt Jungle." I say "Hell, yeah!" Here's where I start showing some dream control.

Justin jumps on a motorized dirt bike and I fly behind him. I'm parallel to the ground, just a 2-3 feet off the ground. We're traveling on a very rough dirt road with a steep hill bank on either side. The sky is now overcast and the ground is muddy with patches of green. Justin and I are weaving around telephone polls that are scattered on the road. I want to go faster so I concentrate and accelerate. We started at about 30 mph, now it feels like 80 mph. Justin hits a bump in the road and falls off his bike. But before he hits the ground, I reach with my left arm and use telekinesis to put him back on the bike and to keep the bike from crashing. Wake up and try to DEILD but no luck.

WBTB+MILD, long, read DV

The Blue Sweater
0638 B. Another very vivid dream. This time I become lucid for a while. I recall a fragment from the earliest part of the dream. I'm laying in bed and feel something warm at my feet. I lift the sheets and see my old cat Sam balled up. He wakes up and moves up the bed closer to me and lays down again next to my body for warmth. I think, aww, so cute.

False awakening. I roll over to write in my journal. It's early morning light outside. The window is at the head of the bed, which is the correct direction. Next to my journal, I see two pairs of glasses. One looks like mine, though this isn't where I usually place them when I sleep. The other pair looks similar in style but smaller. I think, hmm, who's are these? I get up and look around nervously. Is there someone else in my room? No. The room is fairly convincing as my real bedroom and very vivid. I examine the glasses more closely. They look like reading glasses that you would wear at the edge of your nose. They say "Granny" on the legs like a brand name.

As I'm looking at the glasses, I notice I'm wearing a very thick and woolly royal blue sweater. I think, Umm what? I don't own anything like this. I nose-plug check and I can breath. But I'm not convinced. The scene seems too vivid to be a dream. I do the nose-plug again and can breath again. Hmm. Ok, I guess I'm dreaming. But I'm still surprised. I do a finger-through-the-hand check to be sure. My finger doesn't go through but I look down and see my finger smushed like clay against the palm of my hand. Ok, I'm finally convinced.

What to do? I think of my plan. My plan that I set for tonight was: look at my hands, feel my body, notice my clothes, then take off my clothes and do something embarrassing while naked. I get up the taking off my clothes. I start pulling the sleeves of the blue sweater when I decide that I could be doing something interesting while disrobing.

I look at the window and realize it's wrong. It's a long and rectangular. It should be two tall narrow windows. Outside, I see a front lawn and other houses like a suburban neighborhood. That's also wrong; I live in the city with a parking structure across the street. This improves my lucidity but distracts me. Outside on the lawn, I see a giant TV screen. It's a billboard mounted just a few feet off the ground. There are a few adults throwing a football on the street. I intuitively know they are a news crew from the local TV station. I forget about my clothes and plan. I climb on the bed and try to phase through the window. I get halfway and feel stuck. Oh no!

At this point, my recall is broken and I lose lucidity. I might have woken up and DEILD back. Either way, the dream continues. One of the news crew is now in my room. He's an Asian man with a light blue dress shirt and slacks. He reminds me of a real TV reporter from one of the TV stations in Los Angeles. He apologizes for the billboard and says it won't be there more than three days. He goes on about how important advertising is for his station and who important the suburbs are. As we're talking, he starts standing, then sitting, then laying on the floor near my desk. Then he goes on about how television and entertainment are so important to our culture. He compares it to religion in the time of Jesus. I try to summarize his argument "So, the Internet is the new religion?" He says "Yes, exactly!"

WBTB, trouble falling asleep

Soccer
1107: D. Playing on a soccer team. Maybe a college team. Strict grid system with only one part of slack allowed. I am a controversial new member of the team. I make a play that leads to a goal.

Hello.
The day has passed, now it's evening and I just now have the time to post my dreams. Although 15 hours have gone, I'm still confused by my dreams. They were so overloaded with emotions, they really exhausted me.

Everything begins that I'm in the cafeteria of my old school where I learnt for 8 years in a row until I graduated. Something made me upset, I was really angry. I walk to find a place between my classmates. They are wondering why I'm so upset. I don't remember what I said, nor who exactly was there, but I was kind of disappointed how things evolved. I have the feeling to be cursed of being the one, who gets all the bad stuff. In front of me on he table is a yoghurt pot. I say out loud: I guess when I'm opening this pot, I will get disappointed of it!" I opened it and, like I said, I get disappointed by seeing that it was empty. So I throw it away. A teacher on another table sees that and he gets really angry. He's shouting at me, saying horrible things to me (in reality this teacher is the most bored and passive guy I met in my life). I get angry too and go towards him. I just want to slap him in the face. But I try to find some counter-arguments of what he's saying (but I don't remember what he says); I try to do what I learned at university to confront an upset child. I see that's no use to do something against it, so I turn away and go back. I end up sitting on a chair, my head lays on knees of some girl, who caresses my head and tries to calm me.

I awake and I'm sitting in a train. I don't know what happened previously. Next to me sits a DC. He already has shown up several times in my dreams, often as some counterpart of my thoughts (I'm wondering if it's the materialization of my subconscious). He ass me if I slept well. I ignore him and look out of the window. I see some amazing Scottish landscapes. Everything seems so familiar, that I don't even think about doing a RC or questioning it. I say to him how much I hate to take this boring train, which makes 2 hours to get from on point to the another. He starts laughing. I feel a bit depressed.
Suddenly I'm outsides, sitting on a seat. The train in front of us is leaving. A few kids walk past. One of them is really fat, two or three others are making fun of him.
Normally, this DC is the bad person or the impolite one. But this time the role have changed. The DC says to me: "You should interfere and help the little one out". I know that he's right but I'm saying:" he just has to get rid of them by himself. I guess he just has to sit down on one of these little bastards!"

I awake do RC, I'm not dreaming and go back to sleep.

I'm in a house, There are everywhere bookshelves. There are a few DC, but also some kind of odd animal. It reminds me of a dinosaur or reptil. But it has also fur. I have to catch it with bare hands. The DC help me to force it in a corner. I jump to catch it, we have a really though fight: it doesn't hurts me, but it constantly moves and tries to get rid of me. I finally hold it in my arms, I'm lying on the ground and I'm really exhausted. But we both end up playing together, I'm communicating with it by making strange noises, just like a raccoon. It accepts me neing his master.

I awake a second time and I have to go.
End

More random SP.


Also I had a short dream about helping an ex of mine get to work on time. Everyone was mad, but I didn't care. It was Friday, and I didn't want anything to drag out longer than it had to.

I remember having a few very vivid dreams when I first woke up this morning. But I went back to sleep after waking up and forgot all of them. But when I went back to sleep I had a dream that I wrote down the dreams in this dream journal, so when I woke up the second time I thought "Oh! Good thing I wrote those down because now I have no clue what I dreamed about". I then realized that I dreamed that I wrote them down.......

Better luck next time!

February 19th, 2010

Weird Series of Dreams (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So, another time this started with a brief game-like moment and I'm getting a lot of kills with a sniper rifle... But then it suddenly becomes real and me and this girl realize we're outnumbered! So we drop grenades behind us and run through this small hallway. We end up in a freezer room with random tanks of some fluid. Also, we're wearing labcoats now like we're scientists. About three guards come inside and find us, then the girl starts pulling out a bunch of karate / kung-fu moves, so I join in and we take them out... Next scene!

These may seem like different dreams, but it all seemed to happen in the same stream of conciousness. I'm now driving my car and come upon a house with weird landscape (hills, junk, and random items everywhere) and sounds of an angry mob and a feeling, yes I could sense it, of pitchforks, torches, and general mob weaponry. I see Bart simpson running away, and the next thing I know, I'm throwing cereal and milk on the ground in front of the mob. Here comes the twist: when the mob steps on the cereal, they're INSTANTLY ELECTROCUTED and I fry most of the mob. The rest of them just disperse, and this dream sequence ends. Now for the final 'dream scene.'

I'm in some kind of Star Wars setting, shooting red exploding bombs at droids / drones. We were definately under attack. Kind of weird how whenever I shot a bomb my sight followed it until it exploded, then I went into my eyes again. Then, behind me / us (there were others around me, but I never paid attention to them) a bunch of crab / insect-like droids came up a ramp to our position! So what do I do? I fly into the air (NOT LUCID) get some cereal out of no where (NOT LUCID) and start throwing it on the ground with milk that was mixed in with the box (NOT LUCID). Then, the cereal (yup, you guessed it) electrocuted the robots (NOT LUCID) and I saved the dream. I woke up thinking, why the hell did I not notice something was off? Anyways, yea, weird series of dreams. They all seemed to be just one transition to the next. Not once did I become lucid.

1a) I am with somebody called 'turtle man' who is trying to make a pair of wings. All he has so far are two wing-shaped bits of paper. He asks us to help him make the wings better. I go to the bin where I know there will be useful stuff for making them. I find several huge bat wigs and bring them back to turtle man and place them on the paper one-by-one. I then remember that I had some pistachio nuts not long ago and twisted up the shells so they all broke apart to make little oblong domes. I went back to the bin and found a handful of them and stuck them on the wings.
1b) We go to a cage-type place where the turtle man is in one of the two parts- the larger one. There is a waterfall flowing behind him and a wasp flies into the smaller part of the cage. We all shout "FLUSH!" and the wasp is caught and dragged down with the water flow.
1c) We go to my back garden and look at the mushrooms growing there. A little girl is waiting for us there.
1d) Somebody is quite badly hurt and their parents are suing the turtle man, even though that person wasn't part of our group. The turtle man picks up his bags. We shout that he can't go, we all had so much fun, he was hilarious and clever and a great leader, but he just gives us all a sad look and walks off into the sunset.

2) I am in a forest with a little Mayan temple waiting at the bottom for us. I look at it in awe for a while and walk into the gift shop. My mum approaches me and tells me we have to go because my little sister was sick. "Again?" I ask and we walk off to the car.

3) I am at a version of The Deep, but it is a giant red house.It has tanks of fishes all over the walls and I see a few sharks swimming around. There is a tour guide mumbling to my parents. He says that there are three tubes of paste on the tank (I can see them) The top feeds all the fish, the second feeds a school and the third feeds only one fish. I pick up the tube to feed all the fish;
"So this feeds them all then?"
"Yes."
"Do you only need a little, or a lot? It's only a small tube."
"Just a little."
"Cool! Can I feed them?"
"NO!" She rushes over and takes it from my hands.
"No need to be so nasty."

4) I am at a fair. There are several TV crews. I have a go at getting a coconut off a pole. I fail miserably. I walk off for a bit (this flickers between third and first person, so I'm gonna leave it in first). Later I come back and something really random happens, so I'm accidentally stood in front of several TV cameras.
"Excuse me, can you please get out of the way?" They say.
"Sure." I stagger over the camera cables, lunging towards a stall. I see another that says "Teenagers happy" and has a chocolate cake in the window.

5) (fragment) A map and little glowing spots of light.

6) (fragment) Football cake with wings

non-dream - non-lucid - lucid

05-10-10 I am in Bournemouth and I think in the beginning I am conducting some sort of important official business, I am in a position of power. There is a change in the dream where I meet up with Elliot and Mark Phelps for a chat about old days and Elliot is persistent in his persuasion of getting me to test out my golf swing so he can see it for old times sake. In the beginning I am focusing on my grip and my hand is turned so far around (anatomically impossible) and I tell him that it is the way I grip the club. He gives me some sort of metal object, which could be a torn off car antenna, as he doesn't believe me and sure enough my grip is different when trying it out on the antenna. I start focusing on my thumbs and interlocking my fingers, and testing out the grip without the interlocking. I am talking about some sort of baseball style grip, as someone is telling me that the new official tee off swing requires a run up, Happy Gilmore style. I test my stance and some sort of short fellow corrects my shoulders and feet to get me into something that reminds me more of a Quigong stance. I try my swing a couple of times and then he asks if any of us ever wondered about going pro. I reply I toyed with the idea but gave up as I such too much and 26 is too old to take up any professional line of sports. Elliot questions me about this. I seem to remember something about the road lay out, but it is practically non-recallable, will edit if it comes to me.

FA. I am in my bed in sunny surroundings and my mother asks me if I dreamt about being someone important. I ask her why and she explains that I was talking in my sleep. All she and I say are blurry words but I remember that it was indeed from my official business in the first part of the dream. I say I was a minister (the governmental position, not a religious one). Then Ulrike appears appears and we talk about me still dreaming about people from EIMS and I explain that I, probably more than others got highly emotionally attached to the place. She tells me she is sorry that I still have to dream about that place and at this point I start becoming suspicious, primarily because she is also a person from EIMS. I notice a false memory appearing about her leaving a year or so back and she makes it clear that she does not dream about it ever. I close my eyes to go to sleep again, but she keeps harassing me with some sort of important piece of work she is conducting with Dennis from China. I say sure you are. I close my eyes again and I seem unable to speak so I try telepathically to reach out for Mitzu (A woman that appeared in one of my lucids, while I was on holiday, who came when I requested to meet my dream guide, still have the dream in note form, need to get around getting all those posted. Thinking about it, I probably should have tried texting her for the TOTM). When I open my eyes and walk out of bed I pat Ulrike on the back and check my fingers that at first are blurry, and when I check again, has an additional finger in the middle of the hand. I notice the woman is dressed as Mitzu was the first time I saw her, but I have no presence of mind to actually check who it is, my first point on the agenda is to stabilise the dream. In the dream I sort of just expect it to be Ulrike, so if it was Mitzu let me express my awaken apologies. I start paying attention to my senses and rub my hands, I draw in a huge breath from my nose in order to notice any smells. I notice I am now in a much tidier state of my room and the sunny surroundings and my mum have disappeared. instead of the dining table next to my bed there is a smaller coffee table and my jersey is hanging on the wall where the telly normally is. This is all I experience from the dream as everything goes black and I find myself firmly rooted behind my eyelids in the physical world.

Note to self: I am finding myself getting lucid more often, but also that they end quickly and abruptly. There may be an idea in checking up on DEILD methods, as I find myself able to lie perfectly still, until I can truly get the initial stabilisation under my belt.

Also. Buy an alarm clock so I can start working on the WILD project again!

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I am in a house by the river in a tropical setting. There are many Stygian dolls, and for those not familiar with the Diablo 2 environment, these are the animated skeletons of small people about 1-2 feet tall that have a nasty sting and explode when they die, which they do easily. Anyways killing is not on the agenda, the dolls' habitat is threatened due to advances of humans into the forest and in the end the dolls get washed down the river and I end up making peace with them and help them establish a settlement by the shore. Longer up the beach more tourist resorts and residence housing is established and these people are afraid of the dolls (think because they are skeletons and somewhat unnatural), but they dare not openly attack them while I am mediating the hostile relationship. At one point I go the dolls on a rainy day and they end up stabbing me in sheer excitement, they are not trying to hurt me, they just can't help themselves (aren't they cute ^^). I also have lengthy conversations with the humans about them detesting me communicating as I do with the dolls. Somewhere in the back of my mind I have a feeling that the situation is quite familiar (I am always championing the position of tolerance and attempting to understand different religions and cultures, in my somewhat racist and fear-of-the-unknown oriented family. However I am not considering immigrants in Denmark on the level of Stygian dolls ^^)

I am walking down the halls of my high school with C******. She reaches out and holds my hand and we continue walking down the halls. Unfortunately, they are crowded with freshman so we have to split up momentarily. I mention to C****** that once this becomes a lucid dream I will just be able to will the freshmen to spread apart. We get to a table where all the freshmen are registering. We're not registering though, we're applying for jobs doing research. Without talking to the lady at the table, she guesses what we're there for.
"You're in luck," she says. She tells us to meet Jim inside the office.
"Just enter and exit with a high-five." She says Jim was just about to go on lunch break. We go inside and meet Jim, he gives us the proper paperwork and we start filling it out. I start to write my name with an E, but cross it out. Then I realize that I crossed out the entire first name line. I write my last name, but the handwriting is messy and looks like a kinder-gardener's handwriting. I write my first name over the line that I crossed out. The next line is for the date I was accepted into the school. I ask Jim what day that was and C****** answers "7/**/2003". The next part of the form says to describe what I am going to do for research. It lists examples of research projects. The two that I can recall are fungus growth in sugar water and the psychological effect of pornography. I am about to start writing about my research project, but Jim comes back and asks for the form. I hand it to him, and realize that the last page is missing. I search for it among the papers on the table but I can't find it. I ask the woman who was registering the freshmen if she had seen it and she looks briefly before picking up a small envelope. It is from an orphan boy that she was taking care of. Inside is a note that simply says: "Thank you Mrs. V." I see a space shuttle about to launch. In the cockpit window, the orphan boy is visible, along with several other teens. Right before the shuttle takes off, I wake up.

I've entered some type of sanctuary, in a place that's like a crevice in a sandstone mountain/rock, with a pool of water in the middle about waist deep with massive, beautiful trees with huge trunks growing out of the pool, with leaves like a willow, flowering. There's a stone path I can see on the pools floor, and a stone path around the side of the pool. I am walking around the path, and there are some people dressed mostly in black sitting against the wall that seem to be praying or contemplating. I get an intense feeling that this place is sacred, and walk slowly and act accordingly. I come across a type of gaurd, sitting cross legged dressed completely in black robes with a type of mask/head dress. The gaurd does not move as we pass, and just beyond there is a ledge leading into the pool, the stone path is infront of me, and I step in the pool feeling the gaurd's approval to my entering the pool in some sort of direct communication method. The people that I am with walk through the pool to the right along that path, underneath a stone arch in the wall that leads to another room. Wading in the pool I admire the beauty around me and walk to the left toward the trees, and I notice an unusual pattern in the rock wall infront of me, like icycles or the types of rock formations you find hanging down from caves like pillars or spikes. I see that the formation continues down into the water, so I take a deep breath and submerge. Looking ahead, the pillars continue down [only waist deep or a little more, and the place is dark, yet at the same time a reddish-orange glow radiates from the corner, and it seems to get deeper and deeper, and I am suddenly seized with panic and fear, and percieve the place not necessarily to represent hell or evil, but eternity, fear, inhuman, dark, perilous. I jump up from the water and look around to find my friends and tell them what has just happened and leave the place, but I am still curious, and master my fear and submerge again. This time I gaze into the abyss, between two tree trunks, and while it looks the same, I see it this time without fear, and it fills me with a sense of eternity, calm, orderly, representing death to me. I sit cross legged, on the floor of the water and breathe underwater, and just gaze into it and filled with a profound sense of calmness of mind, and nothing else.

This dream held a lot of meaning for me while it happened, and ever since it has happened I can remember the entire vividly. I've come to feel that the dream has some parallel toward my attitude about death, or attitudes, if you will. The gaurd and how we communicated is still has me struck dumb. I'm not big into dream interpretation but it seems to blatant to overlook.

Switching Places
0649: D. Gotta work on my handwriting. I had half a page of notes but all I can gather is: Dreamed of switching places with a bum who looks like Cheech Marin. We're on some kind of country club? Somehow we have people fooled. I also remember having a strong deja vu during this dream. Like I knew it was a dream and I had dreamed this scenario before. When I woke up, I almost didn't write it down because I felt like I already knew it.

Jumbled Mess
0805: D. Dreamed of talking to Rachel about missing work. Something to do with taking Grandma to get her hair done. Then I'm eating cereal out of the bags at the grocery store?

Then I'm in the desert and I see Rachel walking along a path towards a baseball stadium. It's the Angels. I follow her. There are two friends with me but I can't recall who. As we get close, I see Joe Pesci. I say "Hi Joe!" as if I knew him. He replies "That's Mr. Pesci to you," but in a joking way like he knows me too.

Had to drive a friend to the airport. I was up for about 2 hours and returned to bed.

fragment
1211: Arguing about dream?

fragment
1239: Looking up "butterfly" in the index of a book. The book is about dreams. This leads me to that quotation in the book about dreaming of a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming of you.

Lucid

Dream

1. I was taking one of my final semester exams (Advanced Optics) and then after the exam I was talking to a mate and I think we agreed that the exam was easy and I was able to answer all the questions except for the last one. He agreed and then commented that as there were 9 questions and the weighting of them were not stated, that it did not matter that I couldn't answer the last one.
We were walking towards his car and then his friend raced him to the car and although he won his friend jumped in the back seat.

2. ...my younger sister came down from Townsville and started on about how it was hot there...

3. There was a public toilet in the middle of a large-ish sorta field/park. I made out in it with this lovely woman. I had to go back the next night and she went with me. I tried to kiss her again but she fended me off saying something like 'not in the toilet'. Once inside, there was this homeless man who seemed to have robbed a bank and all of the cash was in the toilets.
In the dark we went and pissed and assured the homeless guy that we saw nothing as we were going to leave he (may) have insisted for me to take some of the 'treasure'. I agreed so what I took was a few coloured whiteboard markers. As I was about to go he insisted on giving me a black marker as that was one colour I did not have. I told him that it did not matter but I eventually got one.
As we left a guy with a shotgun ran in to the toilet and fired a round. His gf was running towards us but then went to him. Me and the woman kept running as we realised that the guy and girl would also want to kill us. We ran through a lane next to an apartment block and then onto a main road. It was well lit and we thought we would be found, we hid behind a car but then continued to move on.
The following day I was at the races and the killers gf was there and I recognised her.

Also a few nights ago I had the following:

1. I was talking with my housemates about lucid dreaming and one of them informed me that lucid dreaming was possible but told me that I should not try to control my dream.

2. I realised I was dreaming (or was informed of it) so I made out with this African-American chick with quite nice breasts. I wanted to fuck her but I needed to find a room but I could not.
N.B. Although I realised it was a dream I did not attain lucidity.

(0/0/1) October 3, 2010

Asleep by 10am

All I got are notes, really
- Getting apple core traps for mice. The necessity of this item was uttered by a female DC who appeared spanish.
- I'm sure that my dad, Jack and a co-worker were all involved in the dream at some point.
- Being at school, and I see Jules (radio instructor). He tells me he's going to be meeting the 2010 first semester radio students, as it's the first day of school.

Woke up at 3:30

(0/0/0) October 4, 2010

Slept between 6:30am-12:30pm

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

0:00 GMT – Sleep

Enemy of the State
I am in a future world. I’m wanted by the government. I’m considered a terrorist and an enemy of the state, only because I hang out with environmentalists and activists from human and animal rights. I am currently being chased because I participated at some action for animal liberation. I tried to delete my tracks, but they are still after me, so I am driving high speed for long time. I pass by paved roads, desert roads, off-road, railroads, highways, always speeding and making really cool (dangerous!) manoeuvres to pass other cars or obstacles. It feels like a racing game. At some point I even drove high speed on water (on a boat, I guess).
But after some time I am caught at a road block, where people are being mass detained. I am taken into a kind of camp where we are lined up on queues: they call our name and tell us to go to a designated queue (with a number). Then we’re arranged in groups and put on some facilities and given a password – each group has its own password and we can’t share it with people outside the group. People are kind of brainwashed because they are accepting all this as a game as if they are in some kiddie camp instead of a jail.
Some day, after being there for a while, a lady comes to me and whispers that she has some papers she must hide in a safe place and she trusts I will find such safe place, because I know people. I do talk to a few people and find one who has a safe locker where these can be hidden. I don’t know what they are about, but I know it’s important they aren’t found by the guards.
Later on I’m on a porch over an inner court. It’s damn cold and rainy. My mom comes up, for visiting me. But I am already heading inside, cause I can’t stand the cold. I tell her to come inside, but she on the other hand is feeling hot and wants to get some fresh hair. So I have to stay inside with my head sticking through the door to talk to her. When she finally comes inside, I sit over some low table that is in front of a sofa where she sits. A lady guard appears and scolds me for that, so I sit on the sofa to, feeling eager to get away from here.

5:40 GMT

Group of backpackers sleeping over
I’m alone at my late grandma’s house, on her office, writing. It’s quite dark and I realise it’s already night and I haven’t locked the front door. I go there and when I am closing the door, I am scared by a guy coming out of the kitchen’s dispensary. Right after I see a whole group of people with bags and backpacks coming from the next room. They are speaking foreign languages and don’t immediately notice me. I see a note from my uncle saying some group of researchers were dropping by to sleepover. Only now he tells me? I turn to them and this first guy is looking at me anxiously waiting that I say something so I tell them I will help them settle in and then he says “Ah, so you speak! Nice to hear your voice.”. Why that comment? It’s not like he said hi to me and I didn’t reply...

Fragment about DV
I was reading DV posts and there was a new RPG task which was described in two short sentences and was something totally outrageous - which unfortunately I can’t recall (it would be fun to know). I felt upset that I haven’t yet managed to do the latest task...

7:00 GMT

Great wall of unknown place
On a square of a beautiful old town, trying to take a picture of myself doing a V sign with my fingers when a couple offers to take the picture and I accept. I notice that I can’t really make the sign with my right hand – my fingers are stiff and don’t bend. Still they take the picture, I thank them and go close to them o get the camera. Then I see a sightseeing platform behind them with a marvellous view over mountains and valleys and a giant wall stretching from around this city to way beyond what my eyes can see. I make a surprised comment that I didn’t know this city was located so high and that there was a wall like the China’s Great Wall here. They smile and tell me I shouldn’t really miss it and I decide to go there right away.

Surreal water cube
Then I’m flying over the globe and I remember seeing Staten Island and the Statue of Liberty, the shoreline, ferries, cities, then a gap and later some lush green marshes, Christ the Redeemer satue in Brazil and beaches. I land on a beach in Brazil in some shallow waters. I see the waves hitting the sand and I decide to rest under some square shade covering an area on the sand. I am there enjoying the warmth and calmness when a wall of water rises and comes to hit the beach. I am scared by it but I also control it so I make it go around the place where I am. So, under this shade, no water enters, forming a cube of water all around. There’s total silence and a sense of wonder for this surreal image.

Organic book
I’m on some office, different from all others I’ve dreamed so far. The building is square with a central square staircase around which the open space (which should be a corridor) is an office, with desks all around. I am working on something related to Organic when, coincidentally I see Marcopolo coming up the stairs. I am sure he saw me and I go meet him as a good host. But when I arrive where he is supposed to be, he has disappeared. Only the people who were coming with him are there. I think he is avoiding me. One of the ladies of his group offers me a book still about to be published that looks so cool and is full of funny stories and jokes about the organic and environmentalist movement. I go back to my desk to show it to my colleagues.

8:00 GMT – Wake up

Not much sleep. Just another baseball dream.

I was at the fielding using on of those big, fat wiffle ball bats. I thought that was sort of weird. I hit a bunt down the 3rd base line and the play at first was real close but I was called out. The coach runs out and starts yelling at the ump. He starts pushing the ump and the benches clear. I try to break it up but fall in the rush. I get trampled and wake up into an FA.

I go downstairs and the family is eating dinner. I am trying to cut a burnt pork chop with a knife, D says it is really good. BroB (first appearance) is there and we watch tv. Some weird type of baseball is on. The field isn't a diamond but a circle and the players have to run around the whole field on the score.