non-lucid

I really don't have much to say about these dreams. IRL I ate cheese before bed because cheese dreams.

IRL I saw someone doing a handstand in the gym and he never fell, at some point in the dream he fell.

Another point I woke up and this guy who had apparently worn a red headband and green outfit came and visited me.

It's weird but I had dreams which were very vivid and important but they are the ones I remember the least.

Dreams from March 12 to 13, 2018

**If you don't want to read it all, my top 2 dreams about be "...That might wake me up!" and "Your Shirt Matches the Wall" (just Ctrl+F the phrase without quotes and it will bring you to the title)**

I don't like to call any dream my favorite over any other though. They are all wonderful!

I slept a little deeper than usual and was more groggy than usual. So my initial records of the dreams were a little more jumbled. But still got decent recall.

Dad's Food

There was one early dream about my Dad wanting me to give him a ride somewhere at night. Or there was something else he needed help with. I think He was wondering what to do with his chicken he cooked, and I told him just leave it out over night, kind of as a joke. There was also a part where his cup of water touched a bag of raw chicken, but on the outside. Still, I didn't think he should drink that water now. I also was afraid the water was too cold. He also wanted to leave rice in his water to add nutrients.

Friend Oriented

There was one part about giving my friend M a ride somewhere. These dreams had a theme of me helping others and being a friend.

I met this older guy who reminded me of the guy who lived behind a restaurant I worked at. I was trying to remember his name. John? Joe? John? Joe? It turned out it was Joe.

I was at a meeting with all of these people. It was kind of like a support group. We were all sitting around a big square of tables arranged like a square. My left hand had been jotting down some notes. But then people were going around the room taking a turn sharing, and everyone else was supposed to listen. The monitor of the group said that if we wanted to give any advice, it would have to be really brief, and we mainly had to focus on ourselves. I realized that it would be difficult not to give advice unless I distracted myself from the person speaking, so I let my left hand do some more writing while they spoke. Mean while someone else was saying how they were paying perfect attention to the person. They said their page was totally blank because they were just listening so attentively. I had a black binder with some paper.

Someone next to me wanted some paper. I had only 4 sheets in my binder, and they all had stuff on them. but one sheet, I was able to spare, because it only had a small drawing on one side. So I gave that to them and I think there was a memorable phrase.

The group had a program involved and at first I was really buying into it. I thought I could ask Joe to be my mentor and then finally become someone who is more "friend oriented" when I have kept to myself most of my life. I thought I might finally do it right this time. I felt hopeful about it for a moment.

Then I thought, well, pull back a little. Be skeptical of everything they say, instead of buying it. Don't listen to anyone's advice. Definitely don't ask for a mentor. So I guess I shut back down.

Apartment

There was a guy moving out of this apartment. I think another older guy was sub leasing it to him from the land lord. The land lord may have been the Joe guy from before.

Blue Screen

After a part I put in my private notes, I was at my high school, where the buses pull in. My friends S S and D H were in this dream. They were commenting on this app. It had to do with all these check boxes. They said my computer screen was very bright blue. It was so bright blue we could see it lit up from accross the parking lot.

Gym

Something with me at gym doing chest presses.

Uncle C and Sister

I vaguely remembered a part of being with my sister. And maybe in my Uncle's Den, on the couch by the T V.

Youtube Couple

I vaguely remembered a dream of a Youtube Couple who made a video or a song and made money doing that. Something about having to be read by their voice?

Notes

That was all from the first time I woke up. I remember waking up very lightly a few times and dozing back off before I really got up and recorded dreams. Then it took some time to fall back asleep and I had to unearth an old sleeping position, the diagonal front. It worked and also I had to try to do progressive muscle relaxation until I slept. So these next dreams were all from the next sleep cycle.

I Always Loved You

I am sleeping in a tent, outside the back yard of my previous house. There is a big black dog outside the tent and I am afraid it will get me through the tent. (There are more parts I forgot. )

I am walking outside now and the dog is gone. I come accross a glass table top that is like the one in the guest room at 15 Swoo. It has some scratches. When I turn it, some words show up, based on the lighting. There is one phrase that is kind of long. (I don't remember it.) I notice another phrase from K F. It says something like, "I always loved you." Because I think this is waking life, I am very excited. I hope she still loves me.

Tiny dogs

In this next scene, I was in my Nana's room. There were two tiny dogs, one white, one golden yellow. They were smaller than cats. I still had some fear of dogs that carried over from the previous dream. I woke up from the bed in my Nana's room. I think I was trying to record my dream. I sensed these dogs were coming, or someone in the hallway was beckoning the dogs to "come". I was worried about the dogs in general or perhaps how they would interrupt my dream recall.

I considered closing my Nana's door but that seemed weird. I also looked down the hall and saw one of those child proofing fences at the top of the stairs. it was made of wood. I thought of putting that in place, but also decided against it. I thought if anyone came up the stairs or to the bedroom, it would seem weird.

Then the white dog ran in. I remember it jumping up 4 or 5 feet to the top of my Nana's mantle, then needing to get down. It wasn't even a foot tall. I think I picked it up by the mid section and said hi to it. The other golden yellow dog came in too.

I know I forgot more of this cycle of dreams.

You Need Supplements!

In this one I was running down B P Blvd and onto B Avenue, towards the mini golf course. There were 3 women running in the same direction, one kind of tan with dark hair, the other ones were "white people" as they say.

This guy pulled up along side us and said something like, "You need supplements! You need more than just food and exercise!" And I was like, really? He is trying to spam us to buy supplements?

I may have become lucid or just conscious but without knowing it was a dream. I decided to entertain the guy's suggestions and explain to him that I already take multivitamin, fish oil, B complex, and all the other supplements I take. Then we were walking down this hallway thing. We went down some stairs. (As I type this dream, glimpses of the parts of the dream I forgot come to mind. But not enough to bring into focus.)

The guy was ahead of us. I was behind him, then the 3 women were following. We walked through a narrow part, and then I stood to the side to hold the passage way open while the 3 women passed. The tan woman had black curly hair that had a shine to it. I saw her face more up close and she looked like D P. We decided she couldn't fit because I was suddenly wearing a giant grey coat. So I went on ahead and then they kept following.

I was hoping that the women would like me because of a few reasons. One, I felt I would look good compared to the sales person guy who they might have been annoyed by. Two, I just got a sense they liked me.

Notes

That was all I remembered from those drorms. I knew there was more but I couldn't access it. I figured I would take the three scenes, and record them, before falling back asleep. Maybe it was good I did that because I could have woken up next time without memory of them.

Wellness

There was something about how I slept and had an O B E but within the dream.

There was a part with my Aunt being up early in the morning to do her "wellness morning". She looked really healthy. Her hair looked healthy and her skin had a glow to it. I kept opening and closing the door knob of the kitchen we were in. It was gold and shiny. Maybe I was locking and un locking it, deciding whether I would stay and talk with my Aunt, or go outside. Outside was a little chilly. My idea was to stand out there, fall back asleep standing up, and dream some more, while I ate breakfast, but asleep.

I was putting together a meal with something like rice and lentils, kind of groggy. I wanted to say how I do my own wellness routines in the mornings, too. I accidentally spilled some jelly in the fridge and M M appeared to my right. She picked it up. I was embarrassed but I thanked her. Some jelly was dripping down my face. I thought it might impress M M that I had an all day wellness routine. The main point of me saying it was that I didn't need to start the day super early, because I practice wellness all day. So its not just something I get up a half hour early to do a half hour of, then go on with my day. All day is wellness. But I was also defending why I was not up as early as her.

Water Bottles

This one dream or dream segment was at a grocery store check out. I had a cart with some big water jugs in it and then some cases of smaller waters. Other people were buying waters, too. Something about how I put out four 64 ounce water bottles but then there were five because another guy brought his own. An older woman wanting some water. I wondered why there were not just two 32 ounce bottles per person so they could have equal water in each hand.

Maybe I'll Float

I was walking around on this dock. It was sunny. It seemed like the water was up above the dock. It was towards the Summer. I was thinking I would like to float around in the water every day, during July, August and September, while its hot. But then I was scared, because maybe a fish would come near me! Floating seems like a good idea though.

Notes

That third cycle of dreams was really vivid and eventful. However I was so groggy upon awakening I just couldn't think clearly enough to record it coherently. I think I dreamed a few times of recording it all and then woke up like, wait, I didn't record that. I think that was a mechanism to keep me asleep! I just felt physically and mentally tired. Also some of the dreams were more surreal and not as easy to put into words. I can think of a few glimpses, like something with my sister and a golden pin, and she was running away around some stairs, but nothing really solid. Most of the time I wake from dreams with my mind very alert. Alert enough to think up the whole dream and record it. But some times, like this time, I wake up in a daze. So, I just do the best I can.

Football Practice

I dreamed I was practicing on the H S football team. There were a row of football players in pads and all the uniforms. The quarterback had special lettering on his helmet that said Q B. Then, I was seeing the team from behind. Maybe it was a game. The quarterback didn't seem to have enough protection. The center and running back from the left hand side were going to trade places. One was B D. It seemed weird for the running back, who was smaller, to be the center. But the idea was that he would be able to hit someone pretty hard before getting ran over. I don't know if I was on the team or just seeing it from everyone's back.

...That might wake me up!

There was one part with my Dad drinking about 16 ounces of soda really fast. He had this little glass bottle that was like 16 ounces, like a snapple bottle. He had filled it with soda and drank it all really fast. My sister was accross from him, and I was behind him. I wondered if that was really a good idea to drink that soda so fast.

This was all one dream I think. After the soda part, my memory begins with me in this room. There was this idea that if I drew this green thing on a piece of paper, and lines coming off it, the cat would be attracted to it. So I drew it, and colored in the lines, and the cat was hissing and meowing and coming towards it. I think I shut the door so the cat couldn't get in. I am not sure.

Then I remember going out to this other room with a woman at the head of the table and some guys sitting around the sides. I joined them, sitting at the corner of the table, right near the woman, to her left. I thought this might seem like a weird place to sit. But I did it anyway! I told them about the thing with the cat working.

I forgot some other parts.

Then I was in this auditorium, for an assembly. A lucid dreaming author and researcher was going up on stage to give a talk. He put on a red orange hoodie and then a gold chain with a cross but it was one of those plus sign, equilateral ones. It was a big chain and hung from his neck, shining golden yellow. I wondered why he was doing that and figured he was trying to look like the Pope.

I think there was something in these dreams when I was like, "Why am I watching this?" and almost woke myself up. Then I realized, wait, its a dream, stick around!

He came into the crowd and knelt in front of this little girl who was sitting on the outside row, talking directly to her. The little girl looked away, kind of scared.

I forgot more parts in the middle here.

Then I was at this cabinet or fridge. It was like a black mini fridge. It had lots of square containers in it. I was sorting through them and accidentally knocked over a beaker of reddish tea on the bottom shelf that was nestled behind more containers. At first I was afraid it was red wine but then I saw the tea bags, and knew it was only tea.

Just then a woman came up behind me and said that I should really clean that up, since I spilled it. She wanted some tea and was upset that I spilled it. But there was another tupperware of tea with a blue lid anyway.

I told her it was her problem she had a caffeine addiction. She could make tea in 5 seconds if she really wanted. (L O L!) And how dare she get on my case for spilling the tea. I didn't spill it. Blame whoever put the open beaker in such a bad location in such a tiny fridge.

The woman argued with me some but I basically told her to back the F off. I felt really angry. I thought it might help to put the mini fridge up on a counter top so it would be easier to reach the bottom. But when I stood up, it was a full size black fridge. Huh?

I went to the bathroom, still angry. There were two bathrooms but neither had a label for men or women. So I was going # 1 and then a woman came in. She had one of those plus sign crosses on her nose, in black. I ree cognized her as L N. She had short brown hair.

At first I thought it was weird to be in the same bathroom, but then it just seemed normal. I was ready to defend myself about why I didn't clean up the tea. But she looked happy to see me. She actually asked nicely, "Aw, are you having trouble with the tea?" in a very nice way that kind of made me feel better.
So we started talking and she got close to my face. We sort of went into a hug and we were kissing each others faces. I realized it was a dream somewhere around here. I was looking into her eyes. Her face seemed to morph into a different woman's face a bit. I pointed out that the plus sign dissappeared from her nose.

She was smiling a lot as we were close together there. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed someone else walked past her. I started to realize I might wake up, and tried to will myself to stay in the dream. I started to tell her, "You know, this might make me wake up..." To try to slow things down. But then I felt myself waking up.

I was glad I got back to sleep for this dream because I almost thought I wouldn't. So it was like a bonus dream.

Wheel Chair?

I dreamed I was on the ground floor of 15 Swoo. I was deciding whether or not to put a load of laundry it. It seemed too time consuming. The laundry was dirty towels and some other stuff. Maybe the kitchen towels.

I also remember seeing this black leather wheel chair thing as I walked around. at first it had a back, but then it just had a long seat part. I figured this was for my Dad to help his knee recover. I wanted to wash it or wash the cover of it so he would be able to use it sooner. Since otherwise he might just leave it sitting there. It looked electronically operated. It had 4 smaller wheels, not 2 big wheel chair wheels. I almost forgot about that dream but was glad it came back to my mind.

Cambodor!

This was a dream about some monster things that looked like magic the gathering cards. Or similar to Transmetal Rattrap but with more striations in the metal. Like made of cabling. The one I remember seeing was this rat mouse thing with a human in its mouth. It was in this dungeon thing.

Your Shirt Matches the Wall

I found myself in this class room setting with computers around the room. I was at one of the computers. Two teachers were this guy Elijah and then the president of a company I used to work for. I noticed the walls had this grey pattern with red and black pixelated looking parts, like a pixelated camoflauge but with modified colors.

I noticed that Elijah's shirt blended perfectly in with the wall. The company president's shirt almost did but it was tinted with neon or electric lime green.

I realized it was a dream partly from that and just in a general way. I decided to point out to them that their shirts matched the wall. It took some coordination and focus but I got to where I could talk to them.


One cool part of this L D was that I felt it start to fade at one point. It was as I stood beside the two teachers as they talked, trying to find a moment to get a word in. Somehow I managed to re stabilize the dream but not with a technique, just with a thought.

I forgot whether or not I called them by name. But I pointed out their shirts. I put my hand on the company president's shoulder and told him he was giving a great lecture before. (I didn't realize until later that although both him and the guy giving the lecture earlier had the initials S L, it was a different person. So he didn't know what I was talking about. but still it felt like a good thing to do. )

When I put my hand on his shoulder, I noticed he was built like a 220 pound body builder. So maybe the dream shape shifted him into someone else.

I wanted to burst out and tell them it was a dream, but I held myself back from saying that.

There were four teachers in all but I only interacted with two.

I forgot exactly how it ended.

I'm lying in the middle of a dark room, trying to sleep. But it’s not very comfortable there since I don’t have a pillow or blankets or anything else except the (possibly carpeted) floor. As I lie there, a piece of music comes into my mind—“Night on Bald Mountain.” It’s not as if I’m thinking of it: rather it’s as if it’s pushing all the other thoughts out of my head until it’s the only thing there, even though it's clearly in my head and not actually playing.

It plays for a few bars, and then, just as the horn blasts the first note of the melody, I hear a loud crash from outside. A jolt of alarm—but it lasts only for a moment. The noise I heard sounds just like the falling branch did a couple weeks ago, when the winds came through, and it seems likely to me that that’s what happened now. But I reflect that that was odd, about it matching the melody—almost as if, on some level, I knew the crash was going to happen in advance.

I’m not sure what series of events came in between this and the next dream I can remember clearly, but my memory picks up shortly after attaining lucidity somehow. I step through a door out into a hallway—tile floors, completely bare, and several wooden doors, including one with a window in it at the end of the hall. Through the window, I can see some sort of colorful projection on the wall, like a screen. I head towards it and open the door.

The room turns out to be a mid-sized lecture hall, with the seats and desks in a semicircular amphitheater arrangement. A few students are scattered throughout, and although there doesn’t seem to be a teacher here, a PowerPoint presentation is going. It seems to be a presentation on poetry.

An idea occurs to me: I’ll write down what I see and then try to record as much of it as I can in my dream journal once I’m awake. Granted, most of it looks like the sort of word salad you might except the subconscious mind on autopilot to kick out, but it could still be interesting. I forage around for something to write on but turn up with nothing but a pencil and some kind of treated animal skin, which is pretty far from ideal, but I figure I can try writing on the leathery side. I slip into a seat in the back row and start taking notes.

I have a good half “page” or so written by the time I wake up—with no warning, as usual. But I find I can’t remember any of it—not even the one line that actually seemed striking to me as I was recording it. The only thing I can remember from the whole presentation was the centipug (to give an appropriate name to it)—the clipart-ish picture of a pug with many sets of legs that was at the bottom of one of the slides. Funny how that works.

13.3.18

I wanna record this fragment of my dream from this morning.

I met Victor Oddo (a spiritual YouTuber who helped me at the beginning of my spiritual journey. The kind of help he gave was drastically important to me).
I was so excited to meet him, and he invited me into his house. So, I walked with him up the hill to his apartment block.
In his house, there were quite a few people there. The atmosphere was weird. It was very chill. But it reminded me of what a room full of druggies feels like.

I said something to Victor, I can't remember what.
He responded, I can't remember what, but I remember it being very cold and uncaring. It frustrated me a little bit.
I think I said something else, and he responded even colder. I got weirdly upset about this, because Victor in real life seems like a top guy!

Eventually my frustration and sadness turned into full-on rage. I screamed at him, something like, "FUCK YOU, YOU COMPLETE FUCKING PRICK. YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING ASSHOLE..." And I stormed out.

Later in the dream, I saw Victor again and I apologized to him, because I felt like I was completely unfair to him, and because I probably simply misunderstood him.
He said, "That's okay man, I understand." And he said something wise, like he does in his YouTube videos. Then he invited me back to his house.
We got into his house again and the exact same thing happened. He turned into a total asshole as soon as being around all his friends.

I think this repeated like 3 or 4 times before I gave up with him. I got sick of apologizing for his own assholery.



Later in the dream, there was snow and I was building a tiny igloo next to my sister and her igloo. I got in the igloo and it felt like me and my sister were competing against each other (in what way, I have no idea).
I still felt angry about the whole thing with Victor. I was so let down.

In the last week to three I've recalled three more dream fragments. The first one was definitely the first one, but I can't really remember in which order the other two arrived.

1. Looking at deer bones and hide on the forest floor. Feeling relieved.

2. Looking at a puddle of water sitting on top of my old, wooden, claw foot piano stool. Feeling dismayed.

3. Feeling my heart pounding extremely fast in my chest, and worrying about it.

(Some days after recalling dream #3, someone told me a story about a person in my life who has recently passed away. Prior to his passing, the person had complained to his partner that his heart was beating super fast, and he was worried.)

The dream scene was JMU down devon lane. The road extended out to a rural neighborhood and there was a forest surrounding the houses and road. Eventually I was over near the food lion but it was a huge apartment building. We're meeting there for my sustainability class.

I was outside on UVA's campus but it looked different. There was a person in a UNC outfit putting up signs everywhere even though UVA had beat them. I go inside and it looks like a church. Judy is there, I think we did something sexual. I look over and there's another couple having sex but the girl is obviously faking everything and then I start to question if every girl I had been with was doing the same.

Later on I was in ECL library at a computer. I had three stacks of brownie trays. I was trying to stack them up and leave but people were coming up and taking them. I run up to someone and yell at them but then immediately say they can have some. Someone who I didn't see had eaten a pattern into the trays.

there was this man that was different didnt like at first glance
we did something to my brother A and how my brother was attcking
he was diffrent he was slower to react he didnt feel contented
enough and i wanted to help out and take this man out and mayabe
kill him so i taken him with me to velcan and i used magic to tele there and he was sti not talking after i tied him up and threatening him
si i decayed to ignore him and go attack the world and kill
so i tele again to the world of mistborn (a book )
and stan tall and say and think at the same time
I WILL RAIN PAIN AND BLOOD AND DEATH ON THIS WORLD

Dreams from March 11 to March 12 of 2018.

**The 2 dream food LD's are called "Room 10 treats" and "Have a nice dream" if you just wanna read those since I know its alot, use Ctrl+F**

I had some difficulty recalling dreams that seemed vivid and eventful. But still got a good haul. I had two great dream food L D's.

Schportz

Something about a football game, A S, R M, other people from H S football team.

Charlie Morley

I had one dream of Charlie Morley saying some wise things about L D but I couldn't remember them. (In waking life I listened to some Charlie Morley the previous day.)

Indian Torture Guy

There was this scene I couldn't remember much of, but this Indian religious guy was torturing me. I was begging him not to. There might have been some kind of injection, or some kind of spell that he cast. I think someone saved me, or I figured my way out of it.

Plants

A C was giving me plants in this white basin thing. The plants were in pots and then there was water in the basin. Like how I set up draining for my indoor plants. But something about how it the way it was in the dream would flood the big basin and flood the plants. I remember four green plants standing straight up, and, with the dirt in the pots. Maybe I was thinking the plants would be watered from underneath?

In Love

In the context of this dream, there was a woman I was in love with. We were both in the program. I was helping her move into this new apartment. The doors were glass with silver framing. I was ripping paper out of a big book to give her my number or some code. The pages felt like construction paper.

We were sitting around a table. A guy was giving her a hard time about sleeping late, so she was saying that was hurting her sleep pattern. I was trying to get the guy to back off.

I remember looking through the pages of my book, and thinking they corresponded to the pages of the book from waking life. I can remember seeing the chapter headings and getting a good feeling from it. But now that I think about it it might not have really matched.

Notes

I woke up from these dreams, kind of in a daze. I don't remember too much trouble falling a sleep. But I couldn't think of any dreams right away. I got up to go #1 thinking there hadn't been any dreams. Then they started to arise in my mind as I went #1. I sure did dream. Maybe if the memories would have started flowing to me sooner I'd have remembered more. I don't know why they didn't.

Funny Dogs

I was in this Boys and Girls club kind of place that I've been to before in dreams. I was helping fix something on the wall by standing on this shelf thing. I remember slowly sort of falling off. It was high up. I grabbed onto this fixture on the wall and hung 10 to 20 feet up from the ground. They had to put cushions on the ground to break the rest of my fall.

I forgot a lot in here. I remember thinking how long a dream it was at some point, but I don't remember being lucid.

I was on a couch, trying to use my zoom recorder to record dreams. My Sister was there. Some dogs were there. Then I think I was laying on the floor. The dogs were sort of pushing me around so I slid on the floor. I thought it was funny.

F A D J

I had a false awakening of trying to use my zoom recorder to record the dream. Only none of the red indicator lights were on. And the microphone I use wasn't connected. It was light in the room. There was some back ground noise, maybe music by a female singer. I started to panic because I realized this was all wrong. But I didn't know it was a dream. I was like, oh, no, the microphone is missing! I must not have recorded the other dream either!

Then I woke up in my bed, relieved that was just a dream. I had a hard time thinking of any of what had happened. Just really grogged out. I felt some dream chain sensations come on though and another dream began.

Room 10 of Treats

This became a fun L D. So at first I don't think I was lucid. There may have been a lot I forgot as I remember thinking during the dream, how long it had gone on. I was concerned about remembering any of it. So what I recalled might just be the end of a long L D. That's a bummer but I did my best.

Where my memory starts, I was non lucid, walking up these gray stairs. They were like a spiral stair case. I started to run up them. I was like, wow, it is so easy to run up stairs. I should do this every day. (The context was it was in a college dorm and I was going up to my dorm I think. Something led me to use the stairs instead of the elevator.)

(Switching to present tense.) I am running up these stairs. I feel hopeful about my fitness. I think it should be tiring me out more. I arrive at this gap in the stairs, cut off by a rail. It looks like someone would have to jump about 4 to 5 feet accross and then climb the other railing to continue going up the stairs. This seems silly to me, and even dangerous. But I imagine most people just jump the 4 to 5 feet, and no one ever falls the 20 to 50 feet to their death. There is an Abraham Lincoln Painting on one wall. I am amazed at the art all along the walls of the stair way. I think I am one of the few people who actually stops and notices it.

As I wonder how I will cross, I notice a white door, with a glass panel window. I decide going in there might be safe. I could probably go around and come out the door to the other side of the stair way, instead of jumping. Maybe thats how everyone does it. But I start to sense something is silly here.

I know I am heading for Room 10. To my right are a few more similar white doors. One has the glass window and has a sign with room 10 and an up arrow. I figure that must be the one. The other doors must be closets. There is another door that has a Room number sign on it too. Above it in construction paper, written in marker.

I go up to the left and there is a class room that says room 10 on it, too. (I guess I lost track of going up the stairs.) I go in there. I say, this can't be room 10. The people are all at tables, doing some class room stuff. The teacher guy is like, yeah, you're probably right. I think we wrote the wrong number. L O L. So silly.

Something makes me think it is a dream. I do a finger palm test. It hurts my left palm just to touch it, and a weird buzzing goes off when I try to push it through. After two times of that, I am sure its a dream.

(I am not sure if I interacted with the class mates at all. parts of my memory seem missing. )

I walk up to a silver fridge, excited to get some dream food. I repeat my affirmation, "I remember all my dreams," a few times, hoping this will help. (I am glad that it is coming to me!)

The fridge is pretty empty. There is a lime and an orange. The orange is already cut into. I figure it is a dream so I just grab the lime and bite it, skin and all. My mouth is really dry and it is card board ish. I try the orange. Same kind of result. I close the fridge, and think, "Pizza!" I open the lower level which is a freezer and there are all these bags of small triangular pizzas. Excitedly, I grab one, and take it into the kitchen.

Throughout this dream I notice it start to fade. When it starts to fade I can half feel the dream and half feel my physical body. Realizing that it hasn't fully ended, I somehow pull myself back into the dream. (This happens a few times during the dream. )

In the kitchen, I see more bags of these pizzas on a lower shelf, as well as some open pizzas. Maybe I should put this new one back. Nah, it will be fine. I look to the left and there is a big pot of red sauce. Awesome. When I look back to the right, all the pizzas are gone, and just bread is there. I look at my bag of pizza, still there, and the red sauce. When I look back, a few slices of chicken stuffed pizza has appeared. Wow. Beyond my wildest dreams. My favorite. I grab it and take a big bite. It has some taste. My mouth mainly feels dry though. I consider a beverage but none is around. I see one jug of something liquid up on a shelf but it seems far away. I am afraid to drink liquid for some reason.

Then to my right, two big bowls of blue, white and other colored sugar cookies. They are shaped like animals, as if made by children. I look at a white Snoopy ish dog cookie in particular. Maybe I will draw this when I wake up.

The cookies are delicious. I happen to be wearing a hoodie with two pockets, so I stuff giant handfuls of cookies into my pockets. My plan is to walk around the dream, eating them. The dryness in my mouth seems to have gone away.

The teacher guy walks in, holding some plates. I realize he is cleaning up. At first, I don't want to help, but then, I think it might be fun to help clean in a dream. So I offer to help. But the guy says no thank you.

At one point as I am eating the food, I notice the dream start to fade. I pull out my dream hands and look at them with a lot of focus. This actually works and the dream gets stable again.

The dream ends somewhere around there though, as I walk out, eating more cookies.

Notes

That last L D was tons of fun. What a nice surprise. But I was so sad to have forgotten so much upon awakening. It took me a while to fall back asleep and so I was groggy. I did the best I could, stayed still, and all, but, could not dig any deeper. I think my intermittent attempts at A D A had a reverse effect in tiring out my brain too much. Also I did a lot less affirmations the previous day. I don't know what it was, but I just hope next time, I do remember it.

Dream Enhancers

There was this old man saying how another medication became addictive, but dream enhancer pills never became addictive for him. He said that they were much safer and he preferred them anyway. He preferred dreaming over the other part of his life the other pills affected.

Library Thing

This was a dream there was a lot more to but I forgot.

The first thing I remember was this set of train tracks, but also like a ramp like near high way rest stops. I remember seeing the train tracks looking all loopy and maybe going over the edge of something.

Then I was at this library place. I had a bunch of drawings and I think I was making more drawings. Maybe I was trying to draw the previous dreams that I had forgotten. There was this librarian woman asking if I needed help or something, who I didn't give much consideration.

In one part I was on a You Tube video where the Rug Rats talked about Growing Up. I was like, oh, wow, the Rug Rats talk about growing up. That must be helpful for kids. Then I scrolled down to the comments. The top comment was a guy saying something like how he took a personal inventory, noticed what was already perfect about himself, and then whatever was imperfect, he shamed the crap out of, until it too became perfect. Somehow that comment was the top comment, with hundreds of likes. I was so angry because I think shaming is ultimately unhealthy. I was mad at myself for even scrolling down to the comments, knowing that people can say such offensive things. Well, I went to hit dislike on his comment. The second highest rated comment was about life. It said that the best advice the guy learned in life was just to keep his life, or stay alive. I think it was a hint to not commit suicide for those who were troubled. I didn't find it as offensive as the other. But neither comment really was what I was looking for. I didn't read any more though, because all that might do would be to offend me further.

There is another part where I was looking at something like google images. But it was drawings I had done. One was a cartoon of my past girlfriend and I talking. Another was Angelica from Rug Rats but instead of a mouth she had a box of text on her face. Other drawings were there, too. I didn't want the librarian or others to see them. They were very vivid. But my recall of this dream wasn't great. I might have been lucid but not known.

I saw my friend J V who I will run into in a later dream.

There was something about my sister saying we have to draw strawberries. Like, when life gets tough, draw strawberries?

And a bunch of children. One was crying a lot. When he or she came near me, they seemed to stop crying.

I think that was all of that but it was a lot more vivid and eventful. I was lucky to recall any of these. I felt so groggy, and afraid I would forget all.

"Have a Nice Dream!"

This was a really fun L D because it was just simple. I had been laying there remembering dreams and then found myself in this dream. I was walking behind my friend J V. I saw his black hair and thought it must be him. I realized it was a dream kind of spontaneously and caught up with him to talk. He had a plastic grocery store bag of these big yellow circle cookies with smiley faces on them. They looked like giant emoticons, but made of sugar. I was instantly like, "Dude, I want one of those!" and he gave me one. He had a bunch. Then he turned left to walk into his house. As he walked away, I said, "Have a nice dream!" Then I was like, oh, no, what if he didn't know it was a dream? Well, he deserves an L D for sharing this cookie with me. I walked on, maybe near a train track place or another road. I took a bite of the cookie and it was delicious. I woke up in my physical bed with my mouth moving, still tasting the cookie, as often happens with dream food.

Lucid Dreaming Gurus

This dream had me in another building. in the first part, I wasn't aware it was a dream yet. I was watching this thing with Brock from Pokemon. Only his head was like Pichu's head with diamonds on the cheeks. He had his roster of 6 Pokemon out in front of him. But he was going to add two more to the Pokemon party. This seemed against the rules to me but maybe it wasn't for battles, just for them to all hang out. One Pokemon was Onix. Onix made a funny sound as it brushed against the others. I forgot who the other Pokemon he added was. There was another Pokemon trainer there, too, maybe Ash. maybe a Pikachu. Maybe I was the other trainer. I don't remember.

Then it kind of transitioned to where I was in this bathroom. I had gone #2 and was wiping my bottom! I slowly realized it was a dream in a general way, not related to any one event. I noticed that two very well known lucid dream authors were talking about lucid, dreaming! I won't say who they were.

One was saying how it was tough when you are lucid, dreaming, and in the kitchen, and the dream keeps telling you you need to wash one more dish. He was saying how it is almost like the dream doesn't want you to realize its a dream. So it keeps distracting you with more dishes.

Then the next lucid dream author started talking about how in his dream, he wants to write massive words with fire on the ground, for the "Creator" to see. I thought it was going to be about anger at the "creator". But he was meaning to write how the "Creator" created everything, including dreams. So it was a form of praise.

I don't know if either of them knew it was a dream at the time. I was just in the bath room, but the door was open to the kitchen. Actually, two walls of the bathroom had an open door to the kitchen, so the kitchen wrapped around the bathroom. I was thinking of wiping my bottom with soap and then using a towel. I wasn't very lucid. I figured as long as I used soap, I would be clean enough to continue with the dream. The turds in the toilet were light brown and floated in a funny way. The toilet was like stainless steel. Also, I was going to use the towel, because it was a dream, so it didn't matter if I got poop on the towel. L O L.

Notes

I was so scared I almost forgot all of those last dreams. For whatever reason, I woke up in such a daze. I couldn't get back to sleep after the third "round" of dreaming either. Trauma coming up recently.

Also sometimes those details are such a tease. Like the dream details are so close to my mind, I can almost get them into solid form. But not quite. I call those glimpses or dream detail teases. Maybe there is some way to pull those into clarity but maybe that's as close as I can get to them. Dream recall is definitely such a skill in itself.

Date of Dream: MON 12 MAR - 2018



Dream No. 292 - The Battle For SML Arbatec (YouTube)

The dream started a bit differently and I actually remember enough to officially launch the recap. In this dream, Dreamy WB's place of residence was known to be the elemental temple, just like in Spyro The Eternal Night, except instead of it being looked after by the Chronicler, it was looked after by Dreamy WB. Her appearance in this dream was an all navy blue outfit with multiple braids pinned onto her head, making it an orderly hair-do with no bits of frizz sticking out anywhere. She always carried a serious disposition on her face but her words and actions were that of the compassionate dream guide.

Dreamy WB and I were outside the temple just looking up at the ash grey sky. It was dark and dismal outside just like there was some kind of war going on somewhere close by, all this visual smoke in the sky but you couldn't smell it or breathe it. This whole scene was coloured in grey-scale; the only things in RGB colour were me and Dreamy WB. We were talking about something but I forgot what about specifically. I then followed her back into the temple and this is where the core part of the dream started.

The dream scene shifted to me being at my old house. I was in the sitting room, on the yellow couch with the curtains closed, wanting to watch some TV when my parents were always walking past and being noisy. I eventually switched on the TV and the following is what I saw. It was an American family, a dad and two teenage kids (these two kids were more like high-aged adolescents). Supposedly it was Logan's dad (whom I know nothing about in regards to name or appearance), Logan, and Logan's brother (but not Lance). It's hard to describe the look and nature of Logan's dream-brother (but for identity's sake, I'll call him Luke).

I soon discovered that the family were not actually there but it was actually a portrayal of Logan's family played by some unknown actors. They were in this dark (but inviting and modern-furnished) house, sitting around the dining table, having a conversation about something. Logan's dad was being all serious but I forgot what he said or did. Logan wanted to make some sort of video but was having trouble with something, so he was asking Luke a question who in this dream, is the technical genius of the family.

The platform that Logan wanted to upload his video to was called Arbatec (this is supposedly the dream's equivalent of YouTube). There were some weird scenes going on at this point in time. Now don't be confused, although in the kitchen in my house, this scene was playing on the TV that I was watching. It was some silly commercial advertising the Arbatec service. There was this crazy man saying something like “Wanna make some Arbatec? Just add some egg, milk, butter, and a pineapple!” He was listing the ingredients as he put them one by one in this big plastic cylinder and then used a blender on all of it. Then he put it into a drinking up and slurped away at it with a straw.

The scene on the TV then shifted back the acting of Logan's family but I forgot what they were doing at this point in time. In this second scene, there was a girl with blonde hair that would occasionally stick her head out of the sidelines and wave to the audience watching the TV. This girl was supposed to resemble Chilly.

Something then caught my attention off screen, in the house. This was this woman with blonde hair walking past, towards my parents bedroom. I frantically waved at her and said “Hello!”. But when the woman revealed her face to me, I became embarrassed... I acted so crazy, yet it wasn't Chilly. I gasped in fright and said something “Oh dear, sorry, I thought you were C-Monetary5” (C-Monetary5 was supposedly Chilly's username in the dream). The middle-aged woman then stormed off out the front door.

In the next parts of this dream, my parents were constantly walking backwards and forwards across the TV and so I was getting really annoyed. This next scene was really important too because this is what revealed the dangers that Logan was facing (which is the reflection of his real life YouTube situation). Logan's actor was saying things like “Look at what Arbatec's doing to me!” as he pointed to his tablet for his actor dad to have a look at.

My dad was now walking past me and was actually approaching me to say something. Unfortunately it was right when Logan's actor was saying the most important things. My dad was like “why don't you come with us?”. Constantly, I had to go, “Dad! I'm missing the most important stuff here!”. He just kept going on and so I unfortunately had to tell him to shoo. Eventually he did and I was left in piece and quiet again to take in what was going on.

Back on the TV, the show was changing scenes, from Logan's house, over to where I was, with Dreamy WB back at the elemental temple. She and I are at the vision portal and apparently she and I were watching what was happening to Logan this whole time. She and I gave a concerned look to each other and then I said to her, “Logan's channel is in danger, we need to help him”. She then said to me that we needed to bring him to us. “How?”, I asked her.

She pointed towards the middle of the room but said nothing. I was going to figure this one out eventually. I walked to the centre of the room where the vision portal wasn't, took a deep breath in and then unleashed a constant stream of earth element to the ceiling that looked more like green lightning. As the elemental stream hit the ceiling of the temple, it made a beam of light ascend through the floor of Logan's dream-house, hitting him directly beneath the feet.

The more that Logan was exposed to the element, something was happening. It was no longer the actor, he was slowly transforming into the true Logan. The element was still active but when Logan was fully himself, appearance with the Jeffy T-shirt on, he managed to dislodge himself from being once frozen within the mint coloured light and he ran off to the side of the TV screen, supposedly jumping down to join Dreamy WB and I in the temple... It was a massive drop, did he survive? Just as Logan had successfully landed where the element was once being shot from, both Dreamy WB and I standing back at the rim of the vision portal to welcome him, I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



On recapping the dream, I figured that there was really cool stuff that happened. I was actually watching the whole dream unfold on the TV (weird I know). Because I think I might actually show Logan, I've had to put a bit more effort in typing this up. The purple sections are not events in the dream but rather, are an explanation of the events. Although unfortunately, when I do send the entry, there won't be colour options, so he'll have navigate through the brackets himself.

What's interesting is that the dream has actually put me on a cliffhanger. My intention was to have a dream where Dreamy WB deals with YouTube instantly, so I wasn't expecting this kind of approach. I wonder what Part II will be about and whether there's need for a Part III.

Dreams from March tenth to eleventh, 2018

I thought I woke up once without recording dreams. But then forgot the dreams from the second cycle of sleep while I thought back to the first. But then when the first actual dream detail came to mind I don't know why I thought that.

Graduation party

There was something about a party about my Nana's house. Maybe a school graduation thing. Something with my Mom and Sister about how I needed to pick my own food to bring. I could only recall that vaguely.

Ground Worm!

I was with my friend S S or G F and then his girlfriend C P was there and my dream girlfriend was with us. I think we were going to go on a double date but S S or G F had to read this book. So he was walking around reading this book. He seemed kind of obsessive about it. He wasn't really looking where he was going, but nothing bad happened.

We walked down some stairs and over this dirt ground. These green worm things expanded up from holes in the ground. They had like circular mouths but then thorns coming off the side like a vine. First just one, but then another, and another. I remember three.

One tried to get near me and I felt scared. I think it was saying something to me but I forgot what. I almost let it touch me with its mouth but then I sort of ran away. I don't remember much else of that.

Tangled Beard

I forgot some parts in between. But then there was this thing about how people could get an executive fired if they wanted to. It showed a screen with a grid of icons, 3 wide. Related to that was some parking garage.

There was a guy talking about how he had to give up certain things, but it was a good feeling. He had black hair and a curly beard.

There were these clamp things that people could put around their ankles for some effect. There was a headset thing for one leg and the other side had this screw in clamp thing. I was asking the guy if I could use them, mainly to humor him. Forgot more of that.

Forgot more of this too but I was at the sink with the guy. I was trying to build a rapport for some reason. He was washing a dish, and there was a white ramican in the sink, too, all caked up. I got in there and started cleaning it with my fingers, with some misgiving. I felt grossed out.

Some more parts I forgot. I hugged the guy for some reason. My brownish blonde hair got stuck in his beard and there were some strands of it in his beard. So I was taking them out of his beard, and more appeared.

Then he, myself and another guy were holding hands forming a circle and saying something.

Walking and Thinking

I had a dream of walking near the end of K Road and thinking about the previous dreams, without knowing it too was a dream. That made it confusing to recall it when I woke up.

Notes

I also had a vague sense of having dreamed about something with water. My early dream recall was weaker than usual but I just accepted it. I tried, but it just was what it was. I think I moved a little without realizing it upon awakening.

Dream of D J entry

One dream was that I was dreaming of a dream journal entry on a website.

Cube Thing

In this dream some other stuff happened before it. Then I was looking down into this little slat at the bottom of a metal cube I was in. There was something to do with someone in that slat producing steam. Or if you poured hot water into the slat, it helped more than cold water. It was some kind of competitive feel to it. I realized it was a dream momentarily. It was scary when I realized I was in this creepy metal cube. It was kind of dark. I think I looked out from the metal cube a moment.

Jib Ipplication

I had another smaller dream that I was doing a job application online and I wrote a really "primitive" kind of sentence. I didn't make a more detailed note than that, so I don't know whether or not I remembered the exact sentence. Or even membered it to begin with.

Trip to Europe

This was an interesting little dream that led to a fun L D chain. It was as if I was in tenth grade again going on the school trip to Europe. The bus was leaving at 7 P M that Wednesday, and I thought it had already left. So my plan was to drive after the bus and catch up with it while it stopped to rest, and get on. I was only an hour behind. I saw this little itinerary and it had the name Ilenny on the bottom right side. Two columns of names, black text, white paper.

Then I went into the hallway and saw my Dad. He was vacuuming, which he did a lot in these dreams tonight. I asked him if I should go to Europe and we determined it was only Monday actually. In physical calendar it was Sunday early morning though. Anyway I was wondering, wait, how will we pay for this? But figured it would work.

Maybe some other stuff happened that i forgot, but I was on the bus to Europe. There was something about asking the bus driver if I could use the bathroom. I was contemplating whether to address her as "miss" or "Mizz" or "M'am".

I was sitting in a seat and watching the road lights go by on the black night. I felt myself drifting to sleep on the bus. It felt not much time had passed.

OOBILD #1

After that dream I was laying in my bed trying to think through it. Then I heard these loud buzzing or ringing noises and felt these vibrations like I have in the past. I started to separate from my body and kind of rotated so that I was in a child's pose from yoga, with my head at the foot of my bed. I noticed I was about to lose the dream and caught myself, staying in it.

(Switching to present tense. ) I stand up in what seems to be my physical room, but I remember how I exited my body, and so I look around to affirm it is a dream. There are some small white square posters by my left closet door. I read one of them. I can see the words pretty clearly.

I try a finger palm test but it doesn't go through. However, I am still pretty sure its a dream.

I look out my back window and a couple things happen. I can hear a guy next door to the left running a bunch of different power tools and lawn equipment at once. I am surprised he is running them all at once, just leaving them sitting there, making all this noise. In waking life, this would anger me, but instead, I just yell over, "Those sound great!" I ask him, "Are you starting a band out of those?" Or something like that. He is pulling the choke on another lawn mower thing at the time. He kind of laughs back and goes inside. The sounds are very physical. They go away without my noticing.

When I look out my back window, I look for any other differences from waking life. There are all these tall furniture things, one like a Cradily from Pokemon, standing up on the deck below my window. They are so tall and I am like, yes, this is definitely a dream.

I notice it is snowing big flakes of snow outside. They are getting in the wide open window, as if there is no screen. I can feel the cold. I have a sense this amount of snow wouldn't be likely to happen in physical matter waking consciousness. I close the window.

(There is some other stuff from in my room I don't quite remember. )

I go into the hall way and my Dad is there. I follow him to his room. He says he got me the Pokey Cable which is like a Pokemon game thing. It is like a hand held game with just one big screen and no buttons, more like a computer monitor.

My Dad might have been pouring one barrel into another at some point. He called me into his room because he wanted to talk to me.

I have my cell phone and this other electronic device. Every time I look at either screen, it shows some sort of monster pulling its arm back and then throwing a massive punch at the direction of the screen. I wonder why anyone would want their phone to start up with the effect of a scary monster about to punch them. To turn it off, I have to go to a menu called "Core". It seems difficult to change the settings. The app has to do with movie previews.

There is another part of the screen where this creature is hanging from the top left corner, down toward the bottom right corner. It is a long creature like Night Stalker from M T G but with a green beak type of thing. I think it is towering over a smaller character. It looks kind of scary. I want to try drawing it. Its beak looks like it has teeth marks.

Most of the dream I narrate my surroundings to myself. Orange, shorts, red, thing, whatever I see, I name it, or name its color, or both. It seems to help me engage the dream to do it out loud within the dream for now.

When I go to talk to my Dad, I am afraid that I am entering a new dynamic. Because I am around another person, I can't just narrate things to myself around them. I fear this will make the dream end and it kind of does. I feel it is easier to keep calm when I am by myself in the dream.

(I woke up from that in my physical bed, trying to think it through. I got more vibrations and ringing sounds, and eventually wiggled out into yet another OOBILD.)

OOBILD #2

(Somewhere during this I decided I would call these OOBILD's, O O B I L D's, or Out of Body Induce Lucid Dreams. Because I start separating from my body but then I am in a dream. So it is a form of WILD. But I will just call it OOBILD for now on. On Accounta That I think WILD is more like Tipharot's video of "What Does WILD Feel like?")

I am having some trouble getting my body to separate this time. I push it a little, then try to relax. Then as I try to move, my eye cover falls off, and the room is brightly lit with yellow light. At first I am upset that this will wake me up, but then I realize that if the room is lit that way, it must be a dream. Catching this dream sign, I get on up out of bed, lucid.

Standing up in my room again, I can definitely tell it is a dream. My back window is wide open and I talk to my dream reflection. I remember my intention to practice dream recall within a dream. I talk to my dream reflection about the dream so far. I am also talking about my OOBILD term with myself, and watching my reflection move as I talk. I like the way my face looks in this dream. At times I also narrate my surroundings to myself some more. The room is brighter.

I start to think I need a real mirror because in the window my reflection is dim. To the right, on top of a dresser, there is a small square mirror at face height. It barely fits my head. There are two dressers along the wall on either side of my back window, or a long table.

I talk to myself some more in this mirror. My hair seems shorter, but is the same color. My face seems a good replica of my physical face. I try to talk more about the dream, but maybe just energy flows out. (I can't remember exactly what I said. ) I start to think I will do that for the whole dream, and it will last a while, but then I get bored.

On the other side of the window, I see some dishes with food in them, on top of the dresser. I am narrating them all to myself. They look like mixed nuts, maybe with macadamias. I am narrating it to myself but when I eat it I can't talk. The food gets stuck in my mouth. A shard of a nut gets lodged in between my back teeth and gums. I start to lose stability.

I notice these triangular pastry looking things with candles poking up out of them. I think they are for my birthday even though my physical birthday is in October. I want to eat them but I am afraid my Dad intended us to share them for my birthday.

I start to lose stability and the dream ends.

(I was in my physical bed again after this, or so I thought. I was adjusting my body but it might not have been my physical body. For example I put my hand under my other arm and when I woke up it wasn't there. Or I felt my pillow was blocking my nose but when I woke up it wasn't there. So I think I dreamed of being on my left side and messing around with stuff. )

False Awakening

This would have been another OOBILD but I thought I had really gotten up. I had more ringing and vibrations but it seemed to end. I looked around my room and there was a blue or white light, like from a cell phone flashlight. (This wouldn't have been likely in waking life. ) The walls are actually orange red and I have two beds. One in the normal place and one on the other side of my covered window. At the foot of the two beds are a bunch of shelves.

Something seems silly about all this but I still think it is waking life. I go to one of th e shelves, thinking something is there. I hear my Dad vaccuuming outside. Why is he vacuuming in the middle of the night? I think, but I realize I am already awake anyway, so I will just wait for him to finish, and then go back to sleep. I have to record my dream anyways.

I figure I will just go to the bathroom and drink some water. I drink the water and the dream starts to end.

(When I got back to my physical body for "real" this time, it was a totally different sensation. It was like, I knew I was really there. Where as the other times, it felt like I was, but I must not have been fully there. It was also difficult to think through the previous dream as the next one began this time. Maybe because the vibrations took a lot of my attention. I tried to form what memories I could between dreams in the chain though. )

Liquor Store

There was this part where I was going into a liquor store with a red liquor or wine bottle. I was F D, a big guy I knew from the local bars. I was asking for more of it. So we went in the back room and the manager or myself pulled out two white wine bottles. For a moment I kind of questioned, wait, wasn't my other bottle red? The white wine bottles were on this high shelf behind white paper. It reminded me of the guy's office in the first Italian Restaurant I worked in.

Crazy Dessert

In this dream some stuff happened that I forgot. maybe a game on a T V. but I remember taking a piece of this pie or cheese cake thing and then cutting it in half height wise. Then inserting some more food in between, like another dessert food. Then I microwaved that together. I felt bad because I thought the cheese cake was my Dad's.

I ate a bite and felt high as a kite. Oh, and the microwave was in my 15 Swoo bedroom. it had double doors and a T V screen when you close it.

So eating that, I felt off to the races. I was like, all this sugar will really boost my dream recall! Then I was afraid because I thought it was waking life and it would trigger my sugar addiction. I put it down after one bite. There was a T V on top of a dresser and some other stuff on the walls. I didn't know if I was dreaming or awake.

In another part in this bedroom, my sister was writing some thing in a little sketch book. Or drawing. I notice it is a little sketch book. She has a hand ful of thick washable crayola style markers. She seems happy and goes off to draw.

There Arrrrrrr definitely parts i farrrrr got from all this, matey.

Then my Dad came in the room after some more stuff. I was wearing these pajama pants that I am always afraid my you know what will pop out of. My Dad points out that it is showing. I already know it is a dream at this point. I try to put it away or something, slightly embarrassed. I think it is my dream telling me to be careful when I wear certain pajama pants.

Still in the same modified version of my 15 Swoo room, now lucid, I notice an ominous feeling begin. A monstrous sound comes from the hall and I feel fear. I remind myself it is a dream, but still, it is intense. An adult sized black dog comes through the door and kind of tackles me. At first I fight it. I fight the fear and I fight the dog away. But then I remember it is just a dream and so I just relax. Relaxing seems to turn the monstrous dog into a small black puppy and the fearful or chaotic energy passes. Well done. I think I wake up a little or have a sense of waking up.

(If the dream ended and began again, it was still in this same bedroom place. I feel some parts are missing from my recollection. This was a super long dream chain. )

I notice a clear jug of orange ish liquid up on a high shelf. Knowing it is a dream, I feel excited. I grab it and start dumping it in my mouth. I lay on my back on the floor and keep dumping it in. It seems nourishing. (I don't remember reading a label or anything!) It is very sweet. I worry that I am consuming sugar, but then I remind myself it is a dream. So I get all the flavor, but none of the calories or chemicals.

Through Sky Light into Sky Dark

I go out into the hall way and my Dad is there, vaccuuming. He looks like he has been drinking. He looks grim, like he is angry at the world. There are some tears in his eyes but it pushed me away because it looks more like a glazed over drunk stare than genuine heart felt emotion. He seems to be vacuuming up baking soda.

(I think I went to the bathroom from the previous dream. While I drank that juice, I was afraid it would make me need to go #1, even within the dream. So walking out of the bathroom I might have been afraid to look at the night light, even knowing it was a dream. )

I say hi to my Dad, but my main thought is to fly through the sky light. I jump up and easily fly through it. I am confident about it because I have done this in past dreams.

I fly pretty easily into the dark sky. It is dark with white clouds. I can see some houses in the neighborhood.

(I forgot if there was anything else to this or if it just ended. )

Boat Party

The next dream begins with me out doors in a grassy place on the main road behind my parents previous house, W S Road. I realize it is a dream and I am like, cool, another one.

I see someone jogging and decide to jog along the sidewalk, too. It is drizzling lightly. As I jog, I start to feel really good. I like it better than flying. I know it is a dream for sure because I feel so light on my feet. There is no sense of any impact, although I can feel my feet lightly touch the ground. I realize this might take some focus, to run in the dream, so I set my goal to this bridge at the end of the road, where there is a Marina in waking life. As I run, I notice a dirt path to the end of my old block, like there is in waking life. The sky is kind of grey. I want to catch up to the other jogger.

The dream seems to teleport me to the bridge. There is water and then a boat. I want to dive into the water, impressing any on lookers, but it is too steep or close a dive to the hull of the boat. So I just go on the boat. (I think some parts of being on the boat did slip my mind, though I remembered it mostly well. )

I arrive at the top of this balcony or beak shaped diving board thing high up on the boat. I want to jump down but there are people swimming maybe 10 to 20 feet down in the water, right below it. One guy passes slowly and another person passes. That person must be 10 or 15 feet tall, with another smaller person behind them. Someone behind me wants to dive. I decide not to dive.

I walk down into the boat again and pass some Spanish speaking people. There are some books above a bunk bed type of seat near them. There are two women sitting along one bench and then a man on a perpendicular bench.

I stop and ask the woman, "Es Usted Mi Amigo?" Careful to use the formal second person instead of the informal, which I always was when I learned Spanish. The woman said "Si" or yes. I talked with them a little, thinking that this might take away my dream stability, talking to others. Because it brings up more emotion. But my Spanish is coming out good. At another point, I ask, "Como se llama usted" or what is your name? The woman says a name, and I ask the man, and he says a name. I didn't interact with the woman between them much.

Then I went to leave. The woman asked me to stay with them and keep talking. She asked me to tell them about myself, now in English. I considered if I should tell her I am a lucid, dreamer, and I am in this dream exploring. Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't, and the dream ended there.

Movie and Audience

Unless I forgot another dream, the next thing that happened after that dream ended was I began to see this blue sky with clouds.

So I see this blue sky with clouds. I am so surprised for this to be happening. I am familiar with this kind of dream. Words in white text begin flying towards me. For example one word is "thoughts". But other than that, I can't really catch the words. At first I try to dart my eyes around and catch all the words. Then I decide to just focus my eyes in a darker spot of the sky in the middle. That feels less frantic.

I look away and to the left. I am surprised to see a theater full of people all illuminated from the front by the movie screen. They are all staring at the screen. I appear to be the only one not totally absorbed in it. (A few moments before this, I had no idea I would look away and see this movie theater effect. That is so cool. )

I know it is a dream, so I try to stand up in my seat, facing the back of the theater. maybe I will talk to everyone and get their attention off the movie, or just fly. However, I feel my body is too heavy. I sit back down, look back at the screen a little, but then look away again. At first I am afraid to miss out on the movie, but then I realize watching the watchers is more what is "really going on here".

Just then the movie begins to end. I stand up. The guy in front of my elbows me really hard as he puts on his coat, without any acknowledgement. It seems like an accident, but still.

A kid to my left is asking me if these quarters have any use any more. (I guess this dream is set in the future.) He shows me one state quarter, then another. The image of the state quarter from the front is very sharp and clear. I explain to the kid that, yes, quarters have a use. Although "most money is electronic now" (in the context of the dream) the quarters can still be used to buy some items. The quarter on the back has the name of a state I can't ree cognize. I tell myself it must be a state I never heard of, but now I think the dream made it up. The name starts with an "A" (but I can't remember it now). The back of the coin has a guy on a horse.

(I woke up from that, thinking it must be over. But...)

Invisible! & Invincible!

I find myself in a brown room. "Another false awakening!" I think. "Ha! Gotcha!" I have a sense that I have been dreaming quite a while now.

I am in a bathroom with brown walls. I jump up and fly up towards the skylight. It is too solid. I fly back down and land. I feel like this might be a set up for a fight. Like another dreamer or an entity has been wearing me out with these other dreams and now has trapped me here for a final show down. I think he won't let me wake up until the fight is over, based on someone else's dream I heard. (This doesn't actually happen, it is just my assumption.)

There was a way out by one wall, but when I turn around, it is gone. I see some cabinets. I see some windows with accordian like blinds, like in 15 Swoo. I try to pull them open to see if I can fly out. Although I feel somewhat ready to face some adversity, I think it might be wise to get to open air if at all possible. It is a healthy mix of fight and flight.

Every time I draw the blinds open, another smaller set of blinds appears, or a type of door thing. Eventually I realize, after 5 or 6 times, that that might go on infinitely. I decide to look for another option.

I walk the opposite direction of the opening that closed, and notice a circular sign that says Women. I must be coming from a Men's bathroom and there must be that Women's room accross the way. It seems like I am in the lobby of a hospital, almost like the P V hospital, with the guards desk at the front. I walk towards the Womens room, thinking there might be a way out through there.

As I walk, I remember my intention to practice dream recall within a dream. My "dream recall affirmations" from the M P 3 playlist come to mind and I start repeating those. "I remember all my dreams" is the main one I can think of. I am saying this aloud as I walk through the building.

To my right, there is a huge open door, as plain as day. Ah, I think, that must have been there all along. The fear was just in my head. What a relief.

Two smaller people and a big guy are walking toward the door, about 50 feet away. The big guy is in a police officer style uniform, but instead of navy blue, it is red. They are like, "That is him!" And the guy in red pulls a gun and shoots me. I dodge the bullet, still repeating my affirmations. (Well done, mate!) Knowing it is a dream, I am not too scared.

Just to be safe, I start repeating dream affirmations in my mind instead of aloud. And, I sort of summon a protective shield as well as invisibility, all at once. When in need, my shields can usually activate. People can blast me all they want, stuff can attack me, but my shields are really strong. However I don't have much in the means of offensive tactics. I can protect myself from harm at will but I can't harm others it seems. I think this is a good trade since I don't need to be violent if nothing can harm me anyway.

So I kind of fly out the door, and the red guy and the two people run past where I was. More red uniform guys run into the building. Sure enough, they run right by me. I am sitting by this wall to the left of the door as you walk in. It is like there is a dark grey wall heater behind me I have my back to.

I am really surprised my invisibility is working so well. I continue to think to myself, "I remember all my dreams", as I watch the guys run by.

One guy in red shoots this blaster gun thing at me, but I don't feel anything. Then they all continue running by. I am not sure if I was hit, or if I was shielded. I don't feel any pain from it at all.

A younger looking kid, who looks like Sean from when I was young, stands near me, his eyes darting around. I stare at the pupils of his eyes as they dart around. They are sky blue. He tells another guy that "It looks like it went straight through." I don't know if he just sees a hole in the wall behind me, or if he is looking at me, with a hole in me.

(I don't know which really happened. One possibility is the guy shot at me, but somehow I was like transparent, and the blast just hit the wall behind me. Or, the blast hit me, and left a hole in me, but I just didn't feel it. But why would the guy have aimed at me and shot if I were invisible?)

Someone behind the guy standing near me has an alarm go off. It sounds like a standard alarm clock sound, like a beepy thing. The kid with the sky blue eyes is now saying, "Man, thats a powerful alarm" or something like that. The dream starts to end with me still repeating "I remember all my dreams" in my mind.

F A D J'd!!!

I then found myself writing on something like Fii Write but it was like a parchment note book with really tall but thin sheets of paper. My left hand is writing dream notes in black. It is weird because the dream notes can only fit like 5 lines on a page, and with a space between each note, it is hard to space out. I am not lucid in this now. I really think I am recording my dream.

One note I write is about how the alarm went off at 6 A M. this makes sense because maybe one of the dreamers on that team of red suit people had an alarm set for 6, and it was waking him up. So the sound could have got into all of our dreams. I see "3:03" somewhere on the page. 3:03 A M. I think this connects also to something in the dream, or maybe the dream lasted from 3:03 to 6 A M. (When I looked at the timing of my notes, the entire dream chain was under an hour, counting the time it took to fall a sleep!)

I wake up from this sort of gradually into thinking about the dreams into my physical bed. Then I realize I am really in my physical bed for "real" this time, and I can tell the difference. I think back through it and pull as much as I can into my mind.

Notes

WOW. This dream was one of my craziest dream chains. Maybe because I had trouble sleeping last night, I got REM rebound. I am so happy about this. It was so much work to record it all, but, so worth it, to have these memories.

My theories about the red suit people: I think what happened was, they were a team of dreamers doing some kind of mission to defeat some zombies in the hospital (or to destroy all the circum sizers!) and I just happened to spawn in that bathroom at the same time as their mission. Then they thought I was one of their enemies and shot at me and stuff. But I wasn't their enemy.

Either that or I was having such a long dream chain that I attracted some attention from "dream agents". Because I neutralized the dog attack, flew, drank the power juice, had in depth conversations with other dreamers on the boat, and attempted to disrupt the movie theater thing, they saw me as someone who was making waves. And I had to be stopped. That is my other theory.

Again, I was able to type it up at least 90% without even going back over my voice notes, even hours after awakening. My dream memory is definitely getting stronger. When I look back at older Dream Journals I can see how I just have a much higher volume of recall now than I did then. It is encouraging to see that. Also I can see big gains in my dream skills and dream quality that are harder to notice when just comparing to yesterday's.

Date of Dream: SUN 11 MAR - 2018



Dream No. 291 - Separated Sections

Dream 291 A - Shopping Centre Scramble
There isn't much that I remember about this dream. From what I can remember, I was in some unknown shopping centre with my dad and my brother but I forgot what we were doing there. There was discussion about going to stay at a family friend's place from my dad's side. In some parts of this dream, there was a sub-scene that was playing that suggested that we were living at our old house and on some occasions, Dreamy WB would be there to help me with something. I do remember her appearance but not what she did in the sub-scene. She her had hair down and straightened and she was wearing a charcoal coloured zipper jacket and tracksuit pants, as well as black canvas shoes.

It was near the end of the dream when we were driving to the family friend's place which was somewhere in the countryside. My brother was the main person in this scene but once again, I forgot what specifically happened. That's all I can remember about this dream.

Dream 291 B - Confusing Instagram
I can only remember a bit about this dream as well. I was lying in my bed, scrolling through Instagram on my phone. As I scrolled through, I saw some pictures from WB's account. The next picture I saw really caught my eye as it was a beautiful, glamorous version of WB, not only that but she looked so pure. When I looked at the account name of where that picture came from, I soon realised that Dreamy WB had an Instagram account as well. Dreamy WB's appearance was her hair a bit shorter than usual but straightened with a slight waviness to it. She was wearing some dark pink, sort of pale lipstick as well as this multicoloured gown in a pastel colour spectrum, including white.

I then continued scrolling down and the rest of the pictures were from the real WB's account. I had to look twice at this picture as well because the furniture in WB's living room (in the dream) was exactly the same as mine. The only difference was that the living room was laid out differently. The photo had shown all her friends (but not her) sitting in a circle and that's all the details I can remember.

As I was scrolling through Instagram, once again, a sub-scene was playing where I was rehearsing singing the song “Mamma Mia” by ABBA. I had repeated some lines of the song a few times in order to get the technique right. The only problem was that with one of the lines, instead of making it better, the dream was distorting it. Then in the sub-scene, I started writing on a piece of paper, lines like Bart Simpson would write if he broke the school rules. The repeated lines I wrote were, “Have Dreamy WB chasten YouTube over Logan's losses”. Half way through writing one of the lines, I was woken up due to excessive noise in the house.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



I haven't been recording many dreams lately because they're under a dry spell at the moment. Dreamy WB was missing for the past few nights, I just got her back last night. About 3 days ago, I set myself a dream task and the description/instruction I wrote was in fact "Have Dreamy WB chasten YouTube over Logan's losses". I'm always looking at what SML posts and unfortunately, there are many videos where he states that YouTube is wrecking him at the moment. First of all, I'm not the type of person that likes spamming pages with complaints and petitions. Secondly, I'm all the way at the opposite end of the globe so I'm not close by to support him. And thirdly, helicopter parents means no possible actions in real life or risk a war. So I've found a way around all three inhibiting factors with the addition of no real life harm being induced. I thought it would be an extraordinarily radical idea to see what disciplinary marvel Dreamy WB can cook up. Unfortunately, when I set the task on the 8th, that's when the dull, dry spells hit me. I only regained some control last night, so I need to stay dedicated so Dreamy WB can reach the YouTube HQ in time, before Logan's channel is actually cooked and beyond repair in real life. I reckon, if this dream is epic enough, I might actually publish the relevant section extract to Logan or Chilly, just so they can have a laugh.

Dreams from March ninth to tenth of 2018

Um... I dreamed!

Pokemon Game

I remembered way, way, early on in the dreams there was this Pokemon game. Something with a fire type legendary. Something with an electric type move. I couldn't remember any more but the sense I had of it was. That it was vivid. Maybe if I didn't need to move so soon upon awakening, I could have gotten back that far.

Scenes in a house

There were some scenes in this house that I forgot. My dream sister was trying to run the dream dishwasher. Something about loading it with dream dishes and running it before a certain time.

There was something with a dream person and showing them how I do my quad stretch in a bunk bed.

There was something about a cleaning person. Something about how I didn't hold a job. In this scene I had a bottle of lotion and I was squeezing some into a tablespoon.

I am upset with smokers

There was this whole story line of a woman. She and her partner had broken up. She was feeling down about it. She had come into my life and she was at my Nana's. I was living in the kid's room again, as in many dreams. There was this thing where I walked into my Nana's room, and my whole family was sitting all around in there. At least my Mom, Aunt B and nana, and others. Nana wanted me to sit with her on her bed, and I didn't want to, but I felt bad, because she was old, so I sat with her. It was a pink salmony kind of color. She had an ash tray on the bed and I was already angry, even though nothing was lit. Some conversation took place between everyone in the room.

Then my dream Nana lit a dream cigarette with me right there. I couldn't smell it, but that didn't hint to me that it was a dream. So I got up in fury. My Aunt B was saying something to me. My Aunt B was sitting in a direct line between my Nana and I. I raged at the two of them about how they are cigarette smokers and they should burn in Hell. That felt pretty good and I had been setting an intention that day to vent some of my anger in a dream, where I didn't have the best outlet in waking life.

I went back to the kids room and seemed to forget about that whole thing. The woman had been talking to my family. Then my sister was in the kids room with me and we were talking. There was something my sister was eating that I didn't think was a good idea to eat. So I tried to make it so she couldn't eat any more of it. That's the last I remember of that.

More stuff happened between this and the next dream, maybe other dreams or something transitional.

Alien Invasion!

This dream seemed to transition from the previous dream. Maybe it was all one dream. I couldn't remember it all exactly. There was something with me or my friend Mike being taken somewhere in a van. Not kidnapped but just not handled nicely. I was kind of seeing it from the outside I think. Then a guy with long brown hair and some facial hair was in a wheel chair in the back of another van. A woman or two people were lifting his wheel chair to put it on the ground, on the street. He said the word, "Narrow! Narrow!" to caution them I guess that his wheel chair was narrow and they need to be careful how they put it down.

Someone tried to wheel his wheel chair into the intersection, as if it would be run over. But I think it was in jest. They wheeled him back towards the van.

Then there were these big aliens and alien ships flying all over the city. We were in a city kind of place. It was really intense. I don't remember the exact alien forms. But people were running around like mad, in fear. The aliens were dropping "bombs" but they weren't acually bombs. They were like those plastic 10 pound standard weight plates filled with cement that I have. But people thought they were bombs so they were running. The weight plates hit some people or damaged some things but didn't blow up.

Then there was this part where people were being held hostage in a mall type of place. It was like a clothing store. Again, I don't remember it perfectly, some parts just didn't come to mind. but there was something about no one being allowed to the stair way at the back of the store. There were guards lining the back wall, wearing black ear muff headsets, maybe with guns. I heard something about crawling under the clothing racks, since it was a clothing section in the back, and trying to get out that way. But a warning that the guards were expecting this. So some of us tried to climb under the clothing racks anyway.

The guards were human guards, or in human bodies. I guess the aliens had them under some sort of mind control, to use their bodies. This also made the actual humans less likely to harm them.

So then I got to the end of the clothing section and to the guards. There were 4 of us and 3 of them. My red haired friend and 2 others who had been with me got dragged back to the front of the store, but I noticed I was standing at the back of the store by myself.

I still knew that even if I got down the stairs, they would probably catch up to me, and it might make things worse. So I decided to just walk down the stairs, and right back up. I think I even said it aloud, as if to notify the aliens.

Something about the aliens was dreamishly anti climactic. The "bombs" were not really explosive. The guards just dragged the people back up front without much fight. And this next part was silly. So it all seems kind of funny to me now.

I walked down the green stairs, expecting to come out around the city streets. I walked sideways down them and I think there were 7 one leg, 7 the other, and back up the same way.

When I got back up, I could tell I was in trouble. This giant, super freaky spider thing that I wish I could draw, was ready to come and get me. It had this straw thing for a mouth and was brown. Boy, was I scared. The spider thing was going to come lick my face and I really didn't want that to happen. It was all furry and twice my height.

I wasn't lucid for any of this, but I started apologizing to the spider thing. Saying I was so sorry I did that, and I would never leave you, and you look so great. I put my hands in a prayer position and prayed to the spider to please have mercy on me. It seemed angry but didn't come nearer.

Then it somehow transformed into this fast food menu screen thing. The writing on it was using food to make the letters. It still had elements of furry brown like the spider's body had. At first I was afraid it would morph back, but it didn't.

The screen said that there are "Solid food meals for everyone" but only enough potatoes for 7 people. There had been something like 28 potatoes on the stairs, so I figured they thought each person should have 4 potatoes, if they have any at all.

I went up in line to get some food. There was some meat or poultry but I wondered what the solid food meal was, since there didn't seem to be a starch or vegetable. Then I saw there was a bunch of pasta and ravioli. There were Carraway Seeds all over the top, but not stirred in. Before I got my food, I started to stir them into the red sauce, but people behind me were complaining. An Indian guy I knew was behind me, but I forgot his name. I said, okay, fine, you can go, but make sure you stir in the carraway seeds first. That was the last thing I remembered.

Recall Notes

I woke up from those dreams, thinking them through. It was my first time awakening all night. I had trouble falling asleep on this night even though I had lights out by 6 and was super tired. When I woke up, I had rotated to my left side, and kicked my pillows all over, so I was on them funny, and had pain. My hand was also in a weird position and it all made me have to move too soon. Unfortunately this just happens sometimes and I always hope to wake up in a position I can comfortable stay still in, so the dream recall can be to the max. I thought of a few details, got up and did my #1, and then more memories flew to mind once that pressure of holding in my #1 was released. So I recorded them and tried to pull up anything else but that was really it. There were some parts I wished I remembered more of... As usual! But I can see signs of improvement in my recall, so its like, just keep practicing and you will remember a higher and higher percent of dreams as time goes on. It will be worth it when in 10 years of recall practice you recall dreams in such clear detail.

Blacking Out

I had this dream that I woke up from, thought through, but was very groggy and fell back asleep. The next time I woke up, I could only get the end. Something about walking on Hickory. Then, in the woods, with a guy I knew, maybe J M. Apparently he was doing some kind of mind altering substance, but every time he took "another hit", I would black out while he did it and not notice. This was where I briefly realized it was a dream, during one of the black outs. I was hearing some words or lyrics but I also forgot those. There was at least a bit more to this but I was too groggy. I count this as an L D even though I compulsively woke myself up.

Learn to Draw

I fell back to sleep while recalling that last one. I found myself in this dream where my sister was sitting with my Dad on one side of the table, and another man was sitting accross from them. My sister was much younger, maybe 5 or 6, and had a very high pitched child like voice. She was saying how learning to draw is fun! And it's not going to be hard because everybody needs to do this! I don't know if there was more to that dream but I was so groggy, that was all I recorded.

One of my longest dreams ever

I had one of my longest dreams ever. lucidity seemed to fade in and out. I forgot the parts when I became lucid but I remember being lucid here and there. Also there were some dreams where I "woke up" but was still in a dream, but not false awakenings, more like dreams within dreams. I don't know if they were separate dreams but it feels like all one thing to me so I will write it all as one thing, in the best order I can. And of course there was a lot I forgot.

I was in my room eating an apple. Then i went to teh bathroom and ate the apple at a table while sitting on the toilet. L O L. It twas at my parents previous house. A bee was trying to get some apple. I wasn't too scared but then its thorax thing swelled up and I got a bit alarmed. I left the apple for it and went to my room. When I got to my room, there was another bee. It was more of a bumble bee, but still seemed big. I shut the door so the other bee, more like a stinger bee, wouldn't come in. I think I looked out my front window and maybe saw a squirrel.

In another part, in front of our old neighbors house, there was my Dad's red subaru. The passenger side had no walls or windows, just wide open. So was the front of the neighbors house. My Dad was helping them remove a big grey carpet and fold it up. It was all being stuffed into the Subaru. The Subaru looked really weighed down. It seemed unusual to me.

By a heater on the side of the wall, some of us were walking or standing. There was this black C D case kind of thing, or a game. I forgot what it was. Someone was asking, but I didn't know what it was. It seemed like "not mine".

There was some stuff with a video game we were playing that I sensed was super cool. But I totally forgot.

In another part I remember finding myself sitting at the top of the hill near the local woods. I was looking down at the Earth as it rained. I had this sense that people really should be just sitting with the Earth, paying attention to the dirt, and grass, not so busy. Something with going #1 or water coming down.

There was something when I was trying to sleep on the floor in this room. I think I was lucid here. It was like I had woken up from a dream within the dream temporarily and needed some water. I was thinking it would be good to have a little water before I continue dreaming. Maybe something about needing to go #1, but when I awoke, I didn't need to.

Then there was this thing where my sister was showing me a conceptual chart she made. It revolved around the idea of "We Shame" or "Me Shame". I took this to mean that people are shamed into conformity with the "We" and it seemed very wise. I told her that T S must have started her Youtube channel with 0 viewers and somehow built it up from there, so my sister could, too! It was like a bubble graph or flow chart or mind map.

There were these "classes" going on. I was a part of one or the other. Some ladies from one wanted me to join theirs. They were trying to tell me I was in their class, and I was like, no I'm not. So I left the room or something.

I know I remembered barely 50%. It was a huge dream. Even as the dream went on, during my lucid parts I was concerned about how I would remember it all. Plug for my intention to practice dream recall within the dream state!

There were a bunch of parts with my sister. I remember she was showing me this map thing. The "dream screen" kept moving along the map. One part said "Latin America" but it had only sea above it, not North America. What looked like the East Coast of the U S had all these differently named and shaped states. it was all green or grey. It took me a little while to notice that it was a different map than the "official" world map.

My sister was poking me or pinching me in this really uncomfortable way. I asked her to stop and kind of moved. When I did that I had the feeling I had broken out of sleep paralysis, but I was in a dream. I had just woken up from a dream within that dream. That is what I think led into the false awakening below.

False Awakening: OCEAN US

I had a false awakening after the above dream. I had begun to think of how long that whole dream had been so long and I better remember it soon. Then I had my Panasonic land line in my bed. It was starting to make noise. I think some people weere talking in it and then I tried to turn it off. I think in this false awakening I was also adjusting my eye mask a lot. Then the phone had a menu with 3 options, all in all caps. Two, I forgot. The one I remember is "OCEAN US" or "OCEANS US". I selected that option and the phone started playing Pokemon theme music in the ring tone sound that the land line has. I tried a few times to shut it off, and couldn't. I got pre lucid in that I tried a finger palm test, but it didn't go through. I could clearly see my dream hands. Some dream light was beginning to filter in the dream window. But it didn't seem to be a dream, so I panicked more. I was laying on my right side just like I was in waking life.

Blinking

I "woke up" from that F A in my dream version of my physical bed, thinking, "Ah, man, I can't believe it got me again this time." I thought it would be crazy if it were another false awakening but seriously doubted it. But, I thought to myself, if it was another false awakening, it won't trick me this time!

Then I was standing by the corner of my bed in the corner of my room. I thought to myself, wait, I don't remember standing up... And I tried a little checking if it was a dream. Nothing really was clear so then I walked around to the end of my bed. Suddenly I flew to the wall accross from where I was and pressed against it.

Oh, wait a second, I thought, I am flying. Perhaps it is a dream after all. I still wasn't sure though. Maybe I was on the floor, but just not feeling my feet. Then, I landed on the floor, and that was when I knew I had been flying, so I knew it was a dream.

What should I do? What should I do? I thought to myself. By some miracle, the CLEAR technique came into my mind, from Llelwyn's guide, I think its called.

C, I thought, C. C means Calm Down my emotions. I don't remember what I actually did to calm my emotions but when I thought this, I guess I just got calmer.

L, L, What is L? I thought. Look around. Okay. (Switch to present tense.) I am looking around. I see some things dimly, like some shapes, of things in my room. I remembered that looking around didn't always help me. Sometimes it was destabilizing. So i got nervous. But then I started to blink. For some reason, blinking made things get more vivid and the dream felt more stable. I looked out my back window down and to the right, and saw this funny village of colorful amusement park types of buildings. With like rainbow clown hair and a funny face. I remember telling myself not to focus too hard on trying to form a memory of it, just keep blinking and looking around. I remember one white square building with a big red plus sign on it. I might have seen the sky.

Look Around was going well, so I moved onto "E". E, I thought, What is E? E is Engage the dream. I realized I had already been doing this by pressing on various walls. I continued to rub walls and they felt grainy like my physical room. I was feeling really good after having got over that initial hump of instability. I couldn't believe I was about to really make something of this false awakening L D.

(Whoops I lost track of present tense.) Then I went to my front wall and saw a mirror. I noticed my reflection and my hair but not sure how close it was. I saw a mural with some people on it. One person reminded me of me, and I tried pulling them out of the mural and into my room. It was kind of impulsive. The person slowly materialized into "3 dimensional" form and while they did this I went back to stabilizing the dream. I never made it to A or R though in the CLEAR technique. I got kind of side tracked by the person, interacted with them a bit, and woke up physically.

I was very excited though to have remembered the CLEAR technique and really worked it up to the point that I did.

Notes

I remembered the Blinking LD and the F A before it very well. However the dream before the False Awakening was so long that I wasn't able to remember it as clearly. But it was definitely an L D I am proud of. A culmination of my study and practice so far and a sign of progress.

As I was laying there recalling it, I almost thought I would get another dream! I drifted to sleep a little but still had as much recall as I did before falling asleep, the next time I awoke. I really wanted another dream after that, but the sun was up, and I couldn't sleep again.

I also want to note that I was able to recall 90% of what I recorded over night in my voice recorder, in the morning, without having to listen to the recording. I think it is because I am forming conscious memories more strongly at times. But still it helps to have a recording for that last 10-20% and in case I had a morning where I wasn't so fortunate. Plus I think the act of recording it also solidifies it in memory. Ironically recording it makes me remember it better such that I don't need the actual recording as much. haw haw.

1. I am in a house watching a TV with a horrible reception. Someone changes the channel to the weather station. It is the forecast for New York. I tell everyone in the room I used to live in New York. I begin to feel nostalgic listening. I wish I were back in New York, but realize if were, I'd probably grow restless and wish I were someplace else.

2. I am on a trip with a National Guard unit. I have a big duffel bag that gets lost. It was in a Hummer that left and now I have nothing but the clothes on my back and a small transistor radio I am carrying (a dream sign). I try to find another Hummer but all are already occupied. The rest of the unit and I are stranded at a Home Depot. It is uncertain why we are there. It appears we are waiting for a bus to come get us. The store supervisor meanwhile comes and puts us all to work. There are big swinging pendulums and lots of mechanical equipment all around us. I go to the customer service desk to ask the girl if I can rent a locker for my radio. She tells me there are no more lockers, but she could store it in her car for me for five bucks. People behind me in line are now growing impatient. She tells me she has to leave soon, and if the bus doesn't come before she leaves she'll put the radio on a shelf under a clock. I thank her and yell to everyone in line "She's going to make some money!" and give her the five bucks for her offer.

Everyone from my unit is gone when I return. I search the entire store for them in vain. I think the bus came while I was at customer service. From here, I somehow end up in a hotel room. I am partially naked and without my radio. I decide to wander around the hotel to look for cards or newspapers or anything to tell me what city I'm in. For some reason I'm thinking Waco. I take an elevator down to the spa. I realize I'm holding my clothes in my arms and lost my room key. I press the button to go down but instead the elevator goes up -- all the way up to the top 16th floor. The door opens and there is a person in a wheelchair looking at me. I step around him and go down a short flight of stairs and suddenly realize I am inside a private room. The walls are decorated with violets and roses and ornate designs. I pass a kitchen. A Hispanic lady is inside it speaking to her teenage son and daughter in Spanish. I ask her where the 'public television' is and she points to the back of the room. It is obvious there is no 'public television'; the TV in the back of the room is hers along with everything else in this apartment. I turn on the TV and she comes over and stretches out beside me on a long ottoman. We strike up a conversation. She asks me if I'm a writer. I tell her yes, in a way -- I keep a dream journal, if that counts. She becomes enthusiastic and tells me how much she loves to dream. I ask her if she's ever had a lucid dream. She doesn't know what they are so I explain: "It's when you wake up inside of a dream." As I tell her this I focus on the details of her face and contours of her attractive body on the ottoman. I find her face very average, but her body smooth and fit. I begin to grow aroused and the dream fades. Dreamt 3/8/2017

I just want to record this dream fragment.

There were two guard dogs sitting in what looked like a place you'd keep sheep (a pen?). Two different breeds. I have no idea why they were in a pen because they could jump out easily.
In fact, one of them did jump out.

It was a big, dark grey dog. Like this, except a little bit more muscular:


It jumped on me and easily overpowered me.
It started biting my face, but it was like play-bites. I was laughing away, like I usually do when dogs give me loads of attention. I loved it.
All the while, being pinned down by this great big dog, I knew fine well that this beast could chew through my face like butter.

I think the dog's owner was nearby and wondering why their guard dog has come off of guard duty.

Day 22, 23, and 24:

Fell asleep at: 11:30

Woke up at: 7:00


Dream 22, 23, and 24:

All of them were not really dreams in the slightest. Just random images.



Day 25:

Fell asleep at: 11:30

Woke up at: 7:30


Dream 25: I Now Know My Greatest Fear

Walking around the band hall, it seems people are preparing for the parade that's going on today. Pfft, losers. THIS GUY doesn't need to go...

But I should learn to keep my big mouth shut...

I find my way to Band Hall #3, where the uniforms for the percussionists are being stored. Mocking them, I told them "Good luck with the parade, and don't get horse crap on your shoes."

Walking outside the room, I notice something a bit peculiar...

My right foot has now been TWISTED inward. You know that thing that happens when you get a cramp and your toes forcefully move themselves in either direction? Well that was me. But with my whole foot.

I have to get to an ambulance.

I hobble on one foot, desperately clutching the other as I try to make my way towards my mom's car. My reading teacher acknowledges my situation, but stoppes making fun of me when she sees me collapse on the floor.

Now my entire JAWLINE is forcefully pushed to the left. I can't speak, can't move, and now I can't even see--as my vision quickly turns tunnel. For ten whole seconds I am in the worst, most painful, most powerless state I have ever been in.

And then the dream ended.