non-lucid

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG


22:00 GMT – Sleep

Fragment
Someone is advising me about my trip to Japan [I’m going to Japan soon]. What I should prepare for the travel but also instructions I should leave behind for others.


0:00 GMT

Mix of stories and nationalities
Me and my boyfriend pass by some sportsfield and we see large banners with message written in what looks German, but I can’t understand it and conclude it is some other similar language. It has the name of a girl and seems to be a cheering message.
I stick around among the bunch of people who’s there, sitting in groups, around tables or just hanging. I see a cute sofa made in sort of bamboo and then I am given a kind of huge book with detachable pages in wood, which can then be assembled to make this sofa. It comes with an handler and it is so light that you can carry it home as if it is a bag. [IKEA hasn’t yet thought about this]
Then this sportsfield is also my mom’s living room and I am looking on her shelves for some things I left behind, mainly some tiny flasks of essential oils. But it doesn’t transform entirely into her living room, because right behind me are these guys sitting on the floor discussing whatever game happened on the field. On my right side is also a desk which is the reception of an hospital. A Chinese girl just arrived there and she is complaining with a doctor that happens to be there, that she had been there before with pain in her wrist and was sent home and now she is feeling much worse. Then she starts saying how the health care in her country (China) is so much better than in the USA and that over there they would not spare efforts to find out exactly what was the source of her pain. The doctor looks impatient and like he couldn’t care less about her complaints. Even more to the side is a TV on the wall and it is playing some television channel for Portuguese immigrants. It’s playing a contest in which a guy is trying to win something for his mother. He is knocking on doors and following leads but he looks like a brute from the countryside.

2:15 GMT

Prisoner of psycho family and helped by couple of angels
Me, my boyfriend and my mom go by bus from my current home to go somewhere. But soon we realise we took the wrong bus and we get out a bit further uphill. We cross the street and look to all bus stops around trying to find the right number of the bus. Then I see this kind of garage sale taking place in the neighbourhood behind us. People have their doors open and yards full of stuff and I can’t resist checking it. I find two guys who are selling the weirdest stuff and I feel absolutely surprised when I see this box with some device and substance that promises better sleep with more vivid dreams. I ask how does this work, as I never heard about this. It’s something that you can buy in the pharmacy but then I’m speechless when I read the instructions and it says it’s for females only and you must insert a long stick with the substance on its tip into your vagina!!!
I find that absolutely bizarre and I can’t help to buy it. I ask how much is it, but they don’t want to make a price, they ask me to say how much I want to pay. I hate that, I like people to set the price, I have no idea how much this thing is worth! They keep not giving me any number and they actually seem to be stalling me. My mom is there and also senses something wrong and tells me to go. I also feel like going. Where’s my boyfriend, by the way?
Then a kid (there’s always a psycho kid...) comes out of nowhere and starts messing around with a bead necklace I am wearing. First I tolerate but then he breaks it spreading the beads all over. I get pissed and kneel on the floor to grab the pieces while I scold him. When I get up... Where’s my mom? Then I realise I am their prisoner.
It’s a huge family, parents, uncles, lots of kids of several ages and they are all mentally deranged. They keep me locked in their house for absolutely no other reason than just to terrify me and exert control over me. I try to run away several times and they always catch me. Because they are so many, there’s always one around or outside or coming back home and finding me on the road. I even try flying but they can also fly.
But one day I go to an upstairs room that has a window and a balcony and I lock the door behind me and jump to the ground. It’s night. I hide behind some truck as I see some of them coming home. I then go alongside the road, but through some field to stay in the dark. One of them spots me and flies after me. I fly to, but he keeps on my track. Then I make a strong effort to fly really high speed [picture Neo, when he wants to save Trinity] and I manage to leave him behind.
I don’t know where I am and I take refuge in some nice couple's house I stumble on accidently. I tell them my story and they know this other family and tell me I am safe with them as they won’t dare coming nearby.
One day they take me to the beach. It’s a grey rainy day, but they emanate so much joy it’s impossible not to feel light and happy around them. I feel the presence of my former captors and the couple confirms they are around spying on us, but they promise me they will not dare come close, so I’m safe and that I should totally relax as if they weren’t around.
They then fly to these electricity generators on wave energy that float close to the shore – they look like giant sausages that go up and down with the waves. They really love this game and as I fly to one to be closer to them, I see many other “beings” that are there having fun the same way. I cannot help thinking that they look like angels, so strong yet so innocent, enjoying such simple pleasures, increasing their energy by just having fun and creating this energy field that keeps psychos away.
Then there’s a gap in my memory, but I think they help me rescue my mom (my boyfriend I don't know), because later I’m reunited with my mother and we are staying in some youth hostel, temporarily until we go back home. She wants to celebrate, but the bar of the hostel in the basement seems to serve fish instead of drinks! We find it odd – there’s a big board over the entrance with pictures and names of several different fishes. And we say no thanks and give up. We take a shower on a common bathroom and as we go back to our rooms my mom looks and feels a lot younger and that is affecting her behaviour. She is half-naked with only a towel around and she’s having pleasure teasing the boys that come across in the corridor, showing a bit more of leg and so on. I tell her to behave but I’m finding it funny that she's so confident.
Then we pass by some girls who have their room open and are chatting on the door, some inside, some on the corridor. One of them is singing beautifully some R’n’B song. I think it’s from Alicia Keys and I also want to sing along. But as I am passing by and singing a bit, they tell me to shut up and look angry at me. They say I suck and this other girl is so full of herself she wants to be the star. Ok, I move on. Then I find some table on the corridor, with a spinning top like the one from Inception. I stop to make it spin, but no matter what I do, it just won’t spin!!!

4:40 GMT

Teenager TV series and Carl Sagan
Me and my boyfriend arrive at my mom’s house and we find my dad sleeping on her room. We wonder what he is doing there but whatever... We want to watch TV, so we turn on the TV that’s on the room and we sit in the dark on the other side of the bed, trying not to wake him up.
As we zap, I notice there’s Carl Sagan on some channel, but my boyfriend keeps zapping until he stops on this high school TV series. It’s about a black girl that is cast aside in her school. Then a new girl arrives and she is the only one who offers help and gives her a tour and introduces her to the school. She then tells her how she was friend with this and that girl or boy and how, for no reason at all, one day everybody decided to turn their backs on her. As I watch the series I get into her skin and I touch my hair and it is afro! So cool!
Then my boyfriend complains this show is lame and I say I actually find it cool because I also went through all those integration problems in all schools I’ve been to. Anyway we do some zapping again and I tell him why not watch Carl Sagan and he says “and you tell me only now?” I thought he had seen him. So we tune to that channel and it’s an old episode from Cosmos. We miss this guy and we’re enjoying a lot watching the episode but after 2 minutes it ends and my boyfriend starts complaining “No! It can’t be over already!” and then my father wakes up with the noise. But we shut up and stay very still and he turns to the other side and keeps on sleeping.

7:00 GMT – Wake up

Well yesterday i tried a new method of "self-hypnosis" on myself. I dont know if you can actually call it like that but i guess it kinda worked. Well, the goal was to get into contact with my own subconcious, i already tried it in a different way with a friend of mine 2 years ago, and there it also worked.
Well, to say it short: I asked my subconcious if it could help me getting lucid and giving me clear dream signs. The problem was when it asked what signs i had no idea with which sign i would become lucid...so i told it (or well - myself) that it knows me good enough to know what gets me lucid.

Well, this night i didnt get lucid...but i definetly got a good amount of dream signs...usually my dreams are at least "near" reality, but this night they were kinda "signy" i would say.

In short:

1.Driving over (damn i dont even know how i should say it in german!)....well...some big pieces and staircases of wood? And then jumping from one to another with my car(usually i drive on normal roads lol).

2. Walking through a field and spotting a bear....damnit, and he spotted me. Next scene im at home and saw my dog outside the house, so i opened the glass door to let it in when the door got pushed open. I thought the invisible bear would push it open so i closed it lol

3. Hacking through different doors(lol?) and computers in my(?) school...then i was told we are writing the final exams this day....guess what? I didnt learn. lol (final exams will be in 2011 for me so no worries )

Well, i guess my subconcious sent me a few nice signs...but i failed to realize im dreaming. Mh.

I was too busy last night with homework. I didn't have any dreams last night because of my measly three hours of sleep. I was too tired this morning to even remember that I was supposed to try and recall my dreams.

Yesterday
Dream 1: Driving
I picked up my friend Kristina from her swimming practice (IRL I don't drive and she doesn't swim). We were at a pool, she got in my car (some kind of volvo) and we were driving around just talking about random things.

Dream 2: Stressed Out
I was driving to school in my carpool but instead of my normal driver (a senior at my school) his mom was driving us. For some reason we were going the opposite direction of the school and we were on the freeway (which is not necessary to get to school). Then I got a frantic call from my mom that my dad was missing. She also told me that I forgot to do most of my history paper and she emailed me a copy of a worksheet I was supposed to base it on. I tried opening the file on my blackberry and it wouldn't work because the file was saved as .x (I find this funny because I have a problem with being unable to open .docx files and doc x sounds like dot x). I seemed to be stressing about finishing my entire paper in my one study hall period way more than I was stressing about my dad being missing. Then my carpool pulled to the side of the road and I got in my dad's car. He was driving us in the correct direction but went way too far past my school. I feel like there was more but I don't remember.

Dream 3: Jewish Holidays
A little background info: I go to a secular (non-religious) school that happens to be about 85% jewish. I am not jewish.
It was a jewish holiday (I think in the dream I was saying Yom Kippur but the holiday was clearly a different one, I just don't know which/if it was even a real holiday) and I was going to school. My mom had made me a ham sandwich that morning for lunch. As I was reaching out to grab it to put it into my bag, I realized it might be a little insensitive to be eating ham on a jewish holiday (a note: barely any of the jewish people at my school keep kosher). I took out the ham and cut it into little bite sized pieces and put them into the sandwich (I have no idea how this helped at all).

Fragment:
I was commenting on the fact that no matter how hard I try I cannot get rid of the acne on my chin/the second it clears up new pimples appear and no medicine helps. (though this is pretty much true, it hasn't been true lately, I have clear skin. I don't know where this came from, I haven't had to worry about it at all lately. I just have a clear image in my mind of my chin in the dream)

September 25, 2010

Synopsis: My sister's forced into a movie, and then she wins a prize, a hotel flooded with lava! Non-lucid

Note: I've been lazy with my journal, trying to get back into it

Lava Rising
Me and my sisters watch a movie in the bedroom, with all the lights off. Suddenly theres a knock on the front door, which is kind of freaky because its like 2am! Sister L peeks through the peep hole, and refuses to open the door. We go back to the bedroom, when sister V notices a man outside our window! We try to hide from his view and pretend were asleep.

After that weird episode, we turn the tv back on. Hey! There's a movie featuring sister V! Film taken from just moments ago as the man spied through the window. My sister seemed pretty fed up that her privacy was violated and no its all over tv!

A letter slips through under our door. Its a threat. Either my sis keeps quiet or they will kill her. They sounded serious! They gave one more option, my sis can keep quiet and accept their prize. Their prize was a new job at some fancy hotel. Well that sounds promising!

We head over to the fancy hotel, fighting who should get the new job. But just as soon as we get to the hotel, the lowest level splits a part, and lava bursts through. The hot lava slowly climbs its way up through the levels of the hotel. Crap!

Me and my sisters run for it! Climbing stair case after stair case. I kept looking back at sister V, who was dangerously close to the lava. Can't she run any faster?

We make it to the top level, which was hard because the staircase was actually just a ramp, a slippery one. Up here there there was an arcade game area that seemed really attractive. But the lava! Some of the people hop into an elevator thats going straight to the roof. But I imagined that elevator, with all the lava underneath it, was an oven.

My oldest sister L leads the way, and she finds us a staircase leading to the roof. Just on time, the lava is hot on our heels. The staircase to the roof becomes trecherous. Narrowing, gaps, sometimes we had to jump a long distance to reach the next step. It was terrible! We make it to the top, but it's a thick glass roof! We have nothing to break the roof with, and the lava is gaining on us.

Suddenly strong hands pull me up. Constructions workers on the roof pull us out. Except it's not the roof anymore, it's street level! As if the entire hotel was underground. The men explain that only that hotel erupted with lava, but the rest of the city is fine.

At this point my older sister gives us all a big hug and a sisterly kiss, happy that were all safe and alive. I also magically had a nonexistent brother. We decide to run for it before whos ever after my sister strikes again. We run into a bad side of town. We pass by a house and by the look of the silhouette in the window, a young girl is dancing seductively for an old man. Sis comments that she's just a dirty whore!

But then we step into their front yard, where the carcasses of young women were on display as disfigured artworks. He's an abuser and a murderer! Holy crap! Now were really running for it before he sees us. Towards the end of the dream, we camp by a tree and eat what ever we carried with us - peanut butter.

The end

★★★★☆

...or "Taking Over a Country in Five Easy Steps".

09/27/10



"Your son, your majesty, is a psychotic despot who's been running your country into the ground."

"And you have a solution?"

"Your youngest child went missing several years ago. You should inform your court that I have returned."

Johanna swings the sword furiously at her attacker. Her blonde hair, braided into a plait, sweeps through the air as she ducks his return attack. She's on the defensive, frantically blocking his sword, barely avoiding being cut. The man's face is expressionless as he forces her into a corner.

A slow clapping starts up from across the room. The attacker stills, and Johanna steps away, keeping her sword ready.

"Bravo," says the man on the other side of the room. "You've done extraordinarily well, getting this far."

"I'll kill you," she hisses back, not taking her eyes from the bodyguard, "For destroying my family."

"With that sword?" asks the prince, "I think not."

"I've fought my way through your legions," she pronounces, "Decimated them."

"Yes," says the prince, "But then, you had someone to protect, which is the purpose of your enchanted sword. Tell me, where is your brother?"

"He's dead," says Johanna, "Murdered by your men!" On the last word, a knife materializes in her other hand. She rushes the bodyguard, swipes down, slicing at his face.

Blood splatters against the wall, and Johanna clutches at her throat in surprise. She falls to the ground, aware that she's bleeding out. From the corner of her eye, she can see another man emerge from the shadows. Stupid, she thinks, should have realized he would have backup...

She's standing on a stone bridge, which spans the entirety of a mountainous valley. At the end of the bridge is a city. Blue spires reach up into the sky, and Johanna is dimly aware that she's looking at the Capitol City. This was her home, before everything. It's still peaceful. The sky is blue, and sunlight shines down, lighting up the valley and the mist with an ethereal glow. The valley is lush, full of greens and grains and enough food keep most of the kingdom from growing hungry. It's almost unbelievable, that such an awe-inspiring sight could hide such a great evil.

"I brought you back." I tell her.

Johanna turns to look at me. "Why?" Her face is blank, but I can hear the anguish in her voice.

"I don't think you understand," I say slowly, "I brought you back. Nothing you've endured has happened yet. Your family is still alive."

She's quiet for a moment, looking out over the blue lustre of the city in the distance. "What's the catch?"

I have to smile at that. "You can prevent all of this from happening," I say, "If you do exactly as I say."

plots to pacify the population with the latest crop of sweet potato, wading through water fields under the bridge

I'm standing in a stone building (opulence, splendor) at the centre of the city. I know the precise moment that it happens, because it feels like a string is being cut. And just like that, destiny has been rewritten. The prince is dead, long live the prince.

A cell phone chimes in my pocket. I answer on the third ring.

"Hello, 'Father'," I say, irony in my tone. "So, when is my coronation?"

Scare Factor: 3/10

Wait, wait. Your crown prince is an evil sociopath, so you want my dream self to rule instead? Good luck with that.

1. Establish yourself as an heir to the throne.
2. Find someone who wants the prince dead.
3. Bring them back in time.
4. Assassinate the prince.
5. How old was the king, again?

Length: 30 min
Dream Non-dream

I was walking up a hill, and I saw my friend C at the top. I've known him for a while, but have just started really hanging out with him. He was there with a one hitter, I sat down and toked with him.

He said to hold it so people thought it was a cigarette. "I know the deal man," I said. We sat there and smoked for 3 minutes or so. I looked at it, it looked like a joint for a second. I then noticed that the weed came all the way through ,and it was all hollow. So now I noticed that the weed was burning the whole way through, and if I hit it wrong, I would burn my lips. I pucked my lips around it to avoid the embers. A little bit got in my mouth, but it wasn't hot. It was done, good high. Me and C walked around a bit, and he told me there was weed at the telephone pole I looked up, There was a telephone line going through a freeway. It was twenty feet above me, and I'd have to walk around to get on the freeway.

I told him "bullshit, no way" and he said he was joking. I left him and went to a flea market. I saw my mom there. We walked around and shopped for a couple minutes, then we started talking about drugs. I asked her if I'd get to drink with her next year when we went to Europe. She said of course I would, and that I'm gonna need to learn to drink before we go. I asked if she would drink with me now, and she said yes, but only in the safety of our home.

We drive home. She brings me to a bar that my aunt owns (apparently). It was a corner shop, a small rounded bar with a garage door instead of a normal entrance. She closed the garage door so no one would interrupt. My aunt asked me what liquor I would like. I asked her what kind she had. "Vodka, super vodka, vodka on the rocks, vodka mixed, sherley temple, pina colada, black forest, amputated leg (my friend makes these in real life, not sure if they're official or a home recipe) and the obvious choices of whiskey, UV vodka (I like my vodka), rum, kahlua, and wine."

"Well.... I'd like to try it all," just about the best thing I could have said. She made ma a sherley temple and I sipped on it while I saw her make "super vodka" during. She said the key to vodka drinks is to add a lot of ice. She put vodka half way up a huge blender (5 liters prolly) then filled it all with ice. She added some garnish and some red stuff, then added more ice till it was overflowing at the top, but it didn't overflow, because it all stuck together. She added half a shaker full of salt and all of a sudden it collapsed on itself, and the ice shrunk down with the vodka and whatnot so that it was filled with only 1/5 the way with ice/vodka. I thought it was a neat trick. Then she added more vodka and ice, blended it all up, and gave me a cup.

Strong shit, might I say. The weed was holding up well, and I could just start feeling the liquor, they put 20 shot glasses in front of me, with my mom, all different liquors. All of a sudden the place was crowded and I had to hide my drinking. She asked how it was, and I said it tasted good, but it wasn't "good enough" afraid to tell my mother I wanted strong drink. I took some sips out of my sherley temple and thought "I hate how dreams cause you to only be high/drunk if you think about it," I became more drunk from thinking that, and then walked out to the car with my mom.

I woke up. Overall, good dream.

I'm teaching myself to reinforce the idea that I'm dreaming when it comes up by focusing more about dreaming when I think it up. Should prove useful.

I dont remember really what was said but I do remember coming downstairs to the living room in my house where my mum was (bizarre in itself seeing as my mum lives 300 miles away) and saying "I've had enough of this shit!", then I removed my engagement ring and tossed it in the corner by the bookshelf.

Chris then walked by the bedroom next to the kitchen where I was talking to my sister, glaring in the door. Next thing I know I was outside at the cottages my parents rent for their holidays each year, telling dawn and Rick that me and Chris were done and it that he had been a total dick about the baby in the car.

None of this dream makes any sense, seeing as A) me and Chris have never been engaged, B) My family were in my house 300 miles from where they live and C) Dawn and Rick were at my parents holiday destination. Dream logic is bizarre sometimes... Of course I woke up furious at Chris lol.

Snowy Egypt was at my house, and she had this bad ass kid with her. He wasn't listening to her at all, and I got fed up with it, and sat him down. Snowy said he was a trouble maker in school and was failing math. I told him ways he could focus better, and I was going to offer him the rest of my gameboy games if he improved his grades.

I remember being at a bar with Mark75 and my friend H. I don't remember anything else in the dream, because I had a FA of getting in chat and telling them about it.

Length: 5 min remembered.
Dream Non-dream

Me and my cousin (26 or so yrs old) are in a dark feild, I'm half naked. I look around, there was a girl and some gangster. My cousin tells me that for the best sex ever, I need to "keep it up" for 5 minutes straight, and don't release. There was a garbage can there for my emissions, and another for the gangster.

The girl started to perform oral on the guy, and while watching, my cousin said in order to get the feeling, I'd have to choose one of my parents. I didn't know what for, and they said I could decide on the way there. When leaving, three girls (assassins) came to me, and said "We're going to kill them you know, that's the deal". They looked like witches from Bayonetta, but in all white. I pretended that I knew, and that I was one of them. I jumped up a small wall and did a flip, and they believed me.

Me and the girls drove to a house, where apparently my dad was, with full security. We broke in the window, then one of the girls dispatched a guard. She did a triple back flip, then jumped and did a 720 spin while shooting her gun, landed and spun on the floor, shooting her guns.

Then she attacked me, I (as a women mind you, I had turned into a bayonetta-style assassin) ran and slid under a chair, then spun around and shot them with my heel gun. I jumped up, and she spun around, I said (right before she did it) Triple backflip, jump, 720 spin, heel shot."

She looked at me and stopped after the flips. "...How'd you know what I was gonna do?" me and the other witches teamed together and said that she always did the same thing, she was so predictable.

I woke up.

For some reasons I've noticed my dreams always revolve around my dad rather than my mom. I'm not sure if it's because my dad's talked to me about dreams or if I'm actually "defending" him. This is my third dream lately where I've been in a team to defend him (or pretend I was with the attackers, and kill them).

Pretty interesting considering my dad says he gets attacked a lot in dreams.

I was at some kind of old shopping mall. It was made up of old red bricks, with a strange gooey substance used as cement. I looked up to the sky, and saw a moonless night. That pitch black sky that seems to swallow your being. Feeling a shiver of anticipation, I moved in through the vast, (I mean really vast) gates that had rusted iron bars in them. I could see the rust flying in little flakes due to the breeze and moving around, as the dust moves around in Lion King.
Thinking something along the lines of, "I am wasting my dream time.", I proceeded, still blissfully non-lucid. The dream was highly detailed, perhaps my most detailed dream yet. I remember noticing each and every little detail as I walked. The crunches of the dried leaves beneath my feet, the smell of the damp air, and the feel of each and every rock as I stepped on it. It was so clear, that for a moment I truly believed it to be real life, for such detail couldn't exist in a dream.
I saw many shops on my left and right, as I walked through that boulevard. Most of them were closed, and the ones that were open were more like houses, or even inns. I went inside a shop, noticing the sign that was suspended above it's door rocking back and forth due to the wind. I entered inside, and the whole atmosphere changed. It was like stepping from a freezing blizzard into a cozy, well-heated room. Technically, it WAS just that. I could see people roaming about here and there, all in red and white Santa Claus suits that made them look goofy. The were all good natured. No one minded me, nor did anyone ignore me. They politely welcome me in and directed me towards a room.
I sense of romance overcame me as I entered the room and saw, to my surprise, an exquisitely beautiful young lady sitting there on the window, which was wide open. The moon hung in the sky like a compliment to her beauty. She was dressed an a lavish cocktail dress, also of red color, exposing and hiding just the right amount of skin to make one go oblivious just looking at the wearer.
Something else caught my attention. Her eyes. She had the most striking eyes I had every seen. And yet, they were brimming with tears, tears that were never quite let loose, but sat there on her lower eye lid as if they were unsure to fall or not. The eyes reflected sadness as I had never seen before.
As soon as she saw me, her face lit up. It was almost as if she had been waiting for me all this time. Pushing aside that thought, I began to ask for her name, but found myself deprived of speech as her lips made contact with mine, and was locked in a tight embrace. I stood there in an eerily real non-reality, immersed in this moment of emotion. For how long we kissed, I do not know. It could have been a second, minute, or even an hour. It was just me and her, and the silent moon smiling at the re-union.
BOOM! The whole house, which was now a mansion, shook with a great force. A missile had just hit the far side of the mansion. Breaking apart quickly, I grabbed the lady and half-carried, half-pushed her towards the door. I heard a faint hissing noise nearby, and saw another missile, like a deadly firework, homing towards me. In that split second, I knew I would survive no longer. Pushing the girl out of harm's way, for all good it could do, I attempted to run away myself. No good.
BOOM! Another blast, much louder and fiercer that the first, shook the ground. Tiny balls of metal came shooting towards me, and tore my body apart. The pain was unimaginable. I could literally see those little balls of metal coming towards me in slow motion, and hit me. As I lay there half-dead, I saw a mysterious box lying not far from me. Somehow, I knew that it was supposed to be lit on fire, which would transport me to a safe place. Not having the strength to get up and look around for a match, I tried pyrokinesis. I imagined my fury flowing from my hands towards that little stone box, and heating it up. With a huge effort, I finally managed to give it enough energy to light up on it's own.
Oh shit, I thought. It was a trap! From a third-person view, I saw that box explode in the biggest explosion yet, and create a big ball of flames rise up high. I saw my own body fly around with the force of the bomb. I was back to first-person again. As I was flung around, about to meet my death, I thought about how unfortunate it was, 'How sad it is if a flower doesn't bloom?'. Those were the words that came to my mind.
As the pain became unbearable, I woke up.




Sorry for the late updates, readers. It was a difficult period I went through, a lot of ups and downs. Nevertheless, I am here now, and shall keep updating my DJ. Note, as I didn't get much time to spend on my LDing skills, my lucids are low on count these days. I will still share the non-lucids, though. ^_^

Also, should I add more pictures to the dream journal entries. Personally, I think the details I remember should be good enough to create a whole environment in your mind. That is the art of the writer. What do you guys think?

Girl is having issues with something im not quite sure but she was at war with somebody who was out to get her.i remember her fighting with a lot of people before I showed up. I killed her father I believe who was this fat man who was living in my house but I was different big, like mixed with a school. I remember after killing him his daughter came home or who I thought to be. I had hidden myself in one of the two bathrooms that resembled a high school bathrooms. Girl runs in she finds me I grab her and hug her and try ti be the “good guy” well rather not be the man that killed her father. We head back to kitchen which resembles my kitchen, for some reason my fathers pistol was in the freezer of the fridge. Her real father comes home with a women, young, her apparently the fat man was not her father but an impostor, her father was rather fit actually. Me and the women were outside by this point, I had my fathers pistol, me and the women were getting along by this point, I kept explaining to her, her father was not dead. And was inside and that the other man was an impostor. Women kept bugging me about holding the pistol, but I let for a only moment, a mistake. She shot one round off of my dad 357 magnum, then handed back to me. The women and the man who I believed to be her father walk outside, I thought they would talk with us so I tried to keep the pistol down. Man and women walked out calmly till she was almost point blank women pulls out what I believe to be a rifle and shot it at my face. It barely missed but I felt it scratch my face I had fallen backwards the same moment she fired, so it had seemed she hit me. Once I hit the ground I had cocked the pistol, once the women had gotten close enough I put the pistol to her chest and pulled the trigger, nothing happened. I remember there being 5 shots left after I put down the horse, dream logic told me there would of only been three and apparently all had already been used , I panicked and ran for it she shot at me multiple times with the rifle until she ran out of ammo, by the point I was outside my house I ran around jump over the gate and ran towards my woods. I believe while I was running I heard them say did that guy just get shot and stand Back up? After making it to the woods they no longer were trying to shoot me I do not know what happened to the women who I was getting along with , after this I showed up at glenns mothers place, wanna to tell him the story but I had to go to school, and he had friends who I dint want to let hear so I was gonna take him home so I could tell him, ended up at my house, everyone had noticed the missing pistol, by this point I dint know where it was, looking for it a women who I believed to by either my sister or a very close family friend told me she had found it and cleaned it, grind ed it down , telling me in need to be clean.at least I got to brag to her about my close escape from death. Funny thing I remember while running thinking this is gonna give me nightmares, because when I was little I was have dreams of my brother chasing me, ironic. Very vivid dream. I remember my father pistol resembling the 357 Magnum mixed with German style pistol.

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0513: D. Dreaming of lying in bed trying to sleep. Maybe a little INRALD feeling at the very end but woke up.

Too Many Clocks
0852: D. Again, dreaming of lying in bed trying to sleep. I hear Lance's voice as he's trying to have a conversation with me. I don't say anything. I sit up. It's dark. I look at my Zeo which is now hooked up to another alarm clock. I also see my cell phone in its dock. That's three clocks beside my bed. The Zeo has "hacked" the other alarm clock to show the same brainwave data on it's display. I have a pre-lucid moment of thinking that is weird. But dream ends.

Calendar, Closet
1014: C. I'm in a familiar house, probably Daisetta. I'm in my bedroom closet looking for a pair of underwear, but all the ones I find aren't the style that I like. My sister beckons me to come out to the living room. We have cousins in town. In the entryway, there's a giant calendar drawn on an big whiteboard mounted to the wall. Apparently, I drew it as a scheduling tool for the family. (I used this "visual management" device at work about a year ago) My family and cousins are praising me for how effective this calendar is. They ask how they should add something. Apparently the cousins are in town for a funeral and they want to note the day that the person died. I suggest that they draw a colored symbol like a star or circle on that day instead of writing words.

I return to the closet in my bedroom. It's a walk-in, like my current closet, but it shouldn't be for this house. Now I sense that I'm just visiting home but I don't live here. My mother is going to move out of this house soon so I should clean out my closet. I start collecting old pairs of shoes to throw away. On a shelf, I see a rotting box with a trail of ants crawling into it.

I am taking care of my fish tank. I'm looking inside and admiring all the different colored fish. I turn around, turn back and am horrified as one of my fish, Marvin, has jumped onto the floor. IRL Marvin is a beta, and very small. In the dream, Marvin was a huge gigantic blue fish swirling with all sorts of colors. He was looking at me as he was laying on the floor. I grabbed a towel and scooped him up, putting him back into the tank. He began moving again and I was really glad that he wasn't dead.

I looked down and saw that my dog, Daisy, was chewing on one of my new kittens - Lily. I heard a crunching sound and screamed and ran to where she was and took Lily away from her. I thought she was dead and then realized that she wasn't. She soon began to stir in my hands. I looked back to the fish tank where some of the fish had just given birth to hundreds of little baby fish who were all swimming in schools, swooping and diving all around the tank. They were some of the most beautiful colors I have ever seen.

Hello I don't have much time today so I will stick to the basics:
1. I'm in a field with an DC. It's in the 50's. The DC comes home (ex-prisoner of war) and looks for an particular place. I help him and we find a place behind an abounded house. We dig with our bare hands and find a door. Behind there are two or three dead bodies hidden under clothes. It's in fact an secret of someone in the near village, who has murdered before war two or three persons. The DC wants to revenge on this person by uncovering his bloody secret, because he denounced him of being a resistant during war to get rid of him.
2. I'm cleaning my carpet with an hoover, but I don't see that it isn't my real carpet (it's white and not red as it should). The hoover is very powerful and it cleans the carpet perfectly: the carpet quickly looked like new. Suddenly the hoover doesn't work anymore. I'm wondering why ans take a look on the machine itself: lints are coming out of the hoover, in fact it has imploded or something like that