non-lucid

I only got a few hours of sleep so this will be pretty brief.

The dream scene was a baseball field. I was in the stands and there were a bunch of kids in the outfield. Come to think of it it might've been a soccer field. I was shifting around in the stands between the adults catching the baseballs thrown. I would then throw baseballs to individual kids trying to get them involved. Ecstein was there on the field.

The stands turned into this weird ramp pattern. We had a bunch of balls that weighed a lot. We were pushing them down the ramp and into a corner. There was apparently supposed to be a fight.

Date of Dream: THU 15 MAR - 2018



Dream No. 294 - Discussion In The Pizza Shop

I don't remember much of this dream at all. The first scenes are so messy that I can't recap them in any sort of orderly fashion. I will skip to the last bit of the dream where I can clearly remember what happened.

I was examining something in regards to Wellington Secondary College but I forgot what specifically. I then went over to the pizza shop on the Police Road shopping strip and when I walked in, the interior seemed to look way bigger than would I thought it would be from the outside. Once I walked past the ordering desk, I saw Logan sitting at one of the tables, eating pizza and having all these documents around him.

I went up to him and quietly stood there, examining what the documents were. I couldn't make sense of the documents so I just ended up saying something after a while. Logan looked up at me and said hi to me but I forgot the rest of what he said. I then said to him, something like “We're gonna go and shut down YouTube's shonky business practises”. Logan said something in reply but again I forgot what it was. This scene was all about me telling him how we were going to work together to fix the YouTube industry. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Date of Dream: WED 14 MAR - 2018



Dream No. 293 - A Dream Guide's Touch

I don't remember much of this dream. From where I can remember, I was in some unknown area. We were travelling somewhere in my dad's car, supposedly towards Geelong. In a parking lot, there was John and Mel from 2018's Married At First Sight and they were excitedly waving at me. I thought to myself, “How on Earth do you know me when I don't know you?”. They spoke to my dad and I but I forgot what was said specifically.

It was then me and my brother in my dad's car; the following scenes are really blurry for my memory to recap. It was on and off, sometimes we were by ourselves and at other times, Dreamy WB was travelling in the car with us (but I think for most of the dream she was with us). We were planning to go somewhere but after a long while, my dad saw a sign with a completely different town name on it and we knew we were going the wrong way.

All throughout the trip, I was asking for Dreamy WB to hold me. So she went into an L-shaped sitting position, swept me onto her lap, and locked her arms around me. It was interesting because in this dream, my brother and her were being really friendly and chatty towards each other. Dreamy WB wanted to keep talking to my brother but I wanted to be held again. She carried the disposition of the real WB in this scene as she rolled her eyes, gave a sigh and then stretched and leaned across to my side of the back-seat to whip me up into to her lap again.

The last part of the dream was outside the car, just with me and Dreamy WB by ourselves. Once again, I asked to be held by her, this time with her giving a more positive response. She was floating in the sitting position, letting me climb up onto her. I had climbed up onto her but wasn't quite comfortable yet. I said to her, “Sorry, I just need to wiggle in a bit more and then I'll be good”. When I was in an exact tessellation with her, this really warm energy was radiating. With the warm energy being radiated from her, there was an actually temperature association this time, almost like something slowly being heated up on a hotplate. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Whispers

A dream of walking around my house and hearing ghostly whispers. I remember freaking out.

Jamie

Just a dream of seeing Jamie. We were in a dark room. Don't remember too much details, just that we both seemed happy.

Longish dream.

Started I was visiting Jamie and old friend from work. I was in a strange town. He kept saying that the google map would beep to help me find my way out. I started walking away when he left but i couldn't find my way. I went down a hill that was winding with lots of houses.

Suddenly I was picked up in a car with moe in it. I was in the back seat, I was wondering why he was nice enough to give me a ride. His two friends were in the backseat with me.

Next i was in a restaurant with B from the alberta ghost hunter society. we were in a restaurant and I was expected to pay for everyone's meal. B pulled up the bill and it was 1000. I didn't have enough in my account so I said i wanted to pay partly with a credit card. B seemed pissed and said that it might not be allowed??? WTF. I swiped with the credit card but it brought up a display with David's images from his phone. I had to retry and got the same thing. I was pretty frustrated when it didn't work.

Dreams from March thirteenth to fourteenth 2018

Tonight's dreams had a different feel than usual. I had a feeling that I dreamed less. Also when writing these, if there was a part I couldn't remember more of. Like, someone was there, but I couldn't remember who. instead of saying, "I can't remember who it was." I am trying to phrase it like, "Who was there?" So thats what the questions are for. It is kind of a change in style.

365 x 8 DL

In one dream, I was in the gym. I had 365 pounds set up on an olympic barbell. The plates were black. I said some words before beginning my set. What were the words? They were something to pump me up. My arms were really jacked. I remember doing the set and then reviewing the video of it later, realizing I was bouncing the weight more than it felt like I was. Also I did the set facing away from the mirror. I had short brown hair and a sleeveless shirt.

After that scene I was in front of a bed. There were a bunch of sheets of paper all over the place with different affirmations or song lyrics written on them.

Don't know what to say

I dreamed I was in this group meeting type of setting. But some of the seats were down a hill or in a tunnel. What exactly was that setting? My turn to speak was coming along and I had been thinking of different thoughts in my mind. I expected my share to sound a certain way. There was some rule again about no cross talk. When I actually opened my mouth, all I got to say was something like, "I can't decide what to say in such a short time." And then my time was up. Who else was there? It was light out.

Notes

The above dreams are from the first round of dreams. Then I recorded what I could and fell back asleep. It took me a while to fall back asleep after that, but the rest of the night it was pretty easy to fall back asleep.

Surprise Knockout

This dream was interesting. I dreamed I was playing in a Pokemon battle. Who were the Pokemon? The opponent Pokemon did an attack that was expected to bring me down to 50% H P. However, there was some kind of critical hit, and it knocked me out all the way. Above my H P bar it said something like W 4 X or W R 4 X. Then a rainbow colored heat wave kind of effect played on the screen, like where the image ripples. But it was rainbow tinted. I heard a specific phrase. What were the specific words? I remembered them initially upon awakening but they slipped my mind. Something to do with Energy or Abilities. What were they?

This caused me to realize it was a dream. How did that make me realize it was a dream? I started to feel my "body" float up from the game. I tried to fly up through the ceiling and woke up.

What else happened before the Pokemon game? Where was I? It seemed like the back yard of my previous house at some point.

Bathroom

I had a dream after recording the above one that was with me in a bathroom. I had just gone to the bathroom and then I looked down and saw a bunch of poop in a plastic jar. I went to dump it in the toilet, wondering how it got in that jar. There was also something about a video player on my phone that had to do with the previous dream. Did I get lucid in this? I am not sure. How did this lead to the next dream?

Teachers Concert

After the above dream, I went right into this one. Was I lucid? I am not sure. I was flying around though. There was something about a cruise ship and going to Europe. What was the going to Europe part about? Did I fly over water? I came accross this concert of my teachers from High School and my Uncle P. I grouped Uncle P with the teachers even though he wasn't a teacher at my school. Who were the other teachers? I remember ree cognizing them at first. They were singing songs to a crowd of people that I imagined was full of other people I went to school with.

I noticed a girl, K S or N H, playing a black flute. What did it sound like? It didn't look like or sound like she really knew what she was doing. That seemed kind of silly to me.

Did I fly anywhere else? What else happened?

Sister's Dream Ability

Right after the above dream ended, I had a false awakening in this out door place. I was looking right at a tree when I "opened my eyes". It was day time. Where was this location? I was wondering how I got there and preparing to get to where I could dream journal the previous dream. I looked at my phone and noticed it said 6:10 P M. The letters were kind of cut off. I looked away and looked back, not really on purpose, but happened to notice it said 9:25 and the letters were cut off. That didn't make me instantly lucid. (It would be interesting if that was just a habitual thing from double checking clocks in waking life, finally going through to my unconscious dreams.) What made me get lucid? It was partly the clock thing but mainly that I realized I didn't remember getting to that location near the tree. So it must be a dream.

I do a finger palm test. It takes a little pushing but yup, it goes through. I notice some people at a picnic out of the corner of my eye. I am happy to know it is a dream. Who is at the pic nic? My sister gets up from the picnic and walks right by me. It seems like she is heading into the building. What building? She is wearing a navy blue shirt. I stop her and say her name. She stops and looks at me. I am like, "Hi, M!" and we are making eye contact. Her eyes are blue like in waking life. I can see her face very vividly.

I begin to tell her about the dream I have had so far. She says something about how we have to use a certain dream ability. The dream ends after a bit of us talking.

I wake up in my physical bed, still hearing my sister's voice from the dream. Her voice continues on for maybe even a minute. This is interesting to me but I can't reply due to my vocal chords paralyzed. Where as in the dream I could reply.

What was she saying? It was something about dream abilities.

When I woke up, I originally remembered what she said, but waited too long to record it. And it slipped my mind. What exactly did she say?

Who Turned that Fan on?

I found myself in the bedroom of my previous house. My bed was between the two windows. My microphone for my voice recorder was there as well as something that looked like my jumble of pillows. What color were the sheets? I think white. I was having trouble arranging my pillows before laying back down. I was getting annoyed with all this rearranging of pillows. Was I trying to dream journal?

It was light in the room. I noticed the sound of a fan. I looked, and towards the door, a fan was running. Who opened that door? I thought. I figured my Dad must have come in and put the fan on. I hoped he hadn't heard me talking in my sleep, or seen any other indication of my dreaming.

The false awakening got me and I didn't realize it was a dream.

I recorded those dreams and fell back to sleep for the next set of dreams.

Sister Visit

My sister came back to visit in the next dream, but as far as I can tell, I didn't realize it was a dream. I think I was on the phone with my friend L before my sister got there. Now I remember. I was also on a conference call. There were women with U K or Australian accents talking. One was saying how she had to quit coffee, but couldn't make it through the day without a cup. Another was saying how she wanted a pot of coffee but couldn't make it. They sounded sad or child like.
Where was I? I think I was in the same room as the previous false awakening. My desk was facing away from the wall, not towards it. I still had the dividers on the desk. I remember looking at a sheet of paper, that had a type of schedule on it. It seemed that I had slept from 3 to 6 or 7 P M and now it was 6 or 7 P M. My Aunt B's name was written on the 6 or 7 P M line, as if I had something scheduled with her. I figured I had just slept through some of the day and so I would eat something before going back to sleep. Some pizza got into the equation and I was eating pizza.

How did my sister get there? Well, my sister was there, and talking to me about dreams. She was sitting on my desk, to my left, while I sat in the chair at my desk. I was mentioning how my emotional range was only 10% of normal, making a signal with my fingers. Was there something to do with a watch? My sister was eating pizza, too. Only she was making a joke by putting a paper towel into a triangle and taking a bite out of that. Silly!

She was asking me what she was doing in the last dream. I was trying to remember. I told her she was talking about abilities. She was like, "What did I do in my dream?" and I was like, "Was that really you in that dream?" What else happened? Did anything happen after she left? I think she was there to help me remember the previous dream.

After she left, I was in my room by myself again. Maybe I heard more of the phone meeting. I remember putting the phone down on the side of the desk. I remember my black desk. I remember grabbing my hamper and putting in my Grey Pokemon shirt and another shirt. It was like the hamper I use now in waking life. But then I went #1 in the hamper, right on the clothes. L O L. Why did I do that? After going #1 on them, I was like, wuh oh. Why did I do that? And then I figured I would have to go out to the hall way to wrinse the clothes so they wouldn't be ruined. But it was late so I was afraid of the night light waking me up. I started to panic over this a little. Once I woke up in my physical bed, it still took some time to realize that I hadn't really went #1 on my clothes, and my actual clothes were fine.

I woke up from that one and recorded it, before falling back to sleep.

Remote Control Car

I had one dream in the next chain of dreams where it was kind of dark in the ground floor of 15 Swoo. And I was plugging in this remote control for a remote control car thing. It was black and had a red L E D on it like the space heater. There was something about plugging in a double prong plug into the remote control itself. I wondered how it would fly since the car or plane seemed connected to the remote control, but by a shorter cable. What else happened in this part? I might have got lucid again but not sure.

In a School

In this next part I was in a school. What happened in the beginning? My memory of it starts with me walking by a class. What was going on in the class? I saw a woman I know. Maybe they were taking an exam. I walked up some grey stairs and almost stepped on someone's glasses and phone. His head was right by the stair my feet were on and I said, "Are these your glasses?" he said yes and took them. Did he take the phone too?

I continued walking along through this hallway. What else happened in the hallway? There were some people I knew. Something with a phone and or another electronic device. This video player kept coming up on my phone. I remember the bright orange screen.

Eventually I got to the lobby of a reddish auditorium. Who was in the lobby? I talked to more people I seemed to know. Somehow my phone fell all the way down the stairs of the auditorium and looked to have broken. I realized it was a dream. I knew I could just walk down the stairs and get it. But the idea came to my mind to fly down. So, I did a dive sort of thing down the red stairs, probably attracting a lot of attention from the people sitting in the auditorium. I wanted to look like I was diving head first, and then suddenly catch myself a few feet from the ground and land gently in a seat. So that's what I did. A few people around seemed to notice this. What happened with the phone?

Someone in a seat ahead of me seemed to be bothering me. What did they do that bothered me? I turned them upside down somehow and then felt bad about it. It was kind of impulsive. Some other people around didn't seem to approve of me doing that. The assembly thing started to end and the guy in front of me was walking out. His appearance changed from I think curly brown hair to now short dark brown hair.

He said something about dreams. Something about when we are in dreams. What did he say? It wasn't that this was a dream. But I knew it was a dream. I was trying to tell him that we were both dreaming now. I apologized a lot for turning him upside down or whatever I did to hurt him. I was almost pleading with him to be my friend. My idea was that we could be lucid, dreaming buddies and explore the dream world together, helping each other stabilize the dream as time went on. He sort of shook his head and walked away from me. Did anything else happen? I think the dream ended around then.

Poopy Head WILD

I woke up from those dreams and thought them through. I felt my body feel very heavy. Then I felt like my body was being sucked into a portal or something. It didn't happen all at once so I tried to relax and just be open to it. I couldn't really think about the previous dream during this part because it was just too much sensory and or extrasensory experience. So I just went with it and trusted that I would remember my dreams when it was over.

I saw some extra bright hypnagogia and maybe the room flashed some lights on and off. Then I saw a bunch of yellow note pad style text on a black background. It was all shifting and moving really fast, except some text in the middle. I remember the text in the middle was bigger and in bold. What did it say? I remember looking at it and specifically reading it, but it slipped my mind. There were some other words in the bottom left portion of the "dream screen" that I also read, but they too slipped my mind. What were those words?

Then the text sort of went away and a drop down menu appeared on the "dream screen". It had 3 to 4 options. The option I selected was "Is this possible?" or something like that. What were the other two options?

Then I found myself in this room that was flooded with water about 3 to 4 feet high, around waist height. There were 3 men in orange suits who looked like prisoners of some sort. As soon as I appeared they began to come towards me, as if to beat me up. Was I in trouble for hurting the guy in the previous dream? What did I do? Did I try to swim underneath them? I am not sure. But then the water seemed to drain without any one noticing and I was drawing these diagrams on white paper boards for the 3 guys. I think I was trying to convince them not to beat me up. What were the drawings? Something with a blue circle.

Now I am seeing the "dream screen" from outside. The character I was is now a guy with long black hair and I am seeing him from outside. I still identify with him as myself though. I feel what he must feel. He puts his face behind one guy's bottom and the guy pulls up the orange jump suit and POOPS ALL OVER HIS HEAD. The black haired guy is crying as his entire face and head is covered in greenish brown poop. It is not too solid but not too runny. It sort of slowly drips down his head and onto his back. I still know it is a dream. I am like, why are they doing this to him?

During the pooping on the head, there is some mention of the guy being a cyclops. Like if they poop on his head, now he is a cyclops.

Then the same guy lays down his head between another guy's feet and that guy POOPS ALL OVER HIS HEAD TOO. (L O L.) The poop is the same gooey brown green stuff. The guy is crying from beneath the layer of poop covering his face. What was I supposed to do about all this, if anything?

Did anything else happen in that dream? I think it went to another dream.

Casualty of the Dream Chain

What was the dream after the above dream? I am not sure. I knew there was something, but could not remember! Why didn't this one come back to me? How could I have made sure to remember it? I put a title space here to honor it and mark where it would have been.

Sister Diagram

I dreamed I was laying in my bed, and didn't want to get up. This was after the previous dreams, before I recorded the chain. I heard my Dad and sister talking. They were walking around stair cases that were on the walls of my room it seemed. It was something about how my sister got into some activity. she was drawing some diagram with circles and arrows as if on a chalk board all around the whole wall. What did the diagram show? What was she saying?

Notes

I woke up from that last dream in the chain kind of disoriented. Maybe with some other thoughts in my mind. As I thought back through them, I almost fell asleep, or felt another set of vibrations start. After I broke sleep paralysis to record the dreams, I thought I might have fought off another dream, which I didn't mean to do. But I am glad I got them recorded before I forgot more.

Pulled Over!

What happened leading up to this part of the dream? I am not sure.

I am driving down B Avenue, from around the high school or my Nana's. Where am I driving from, if anywhere?

I am on my cell phone with a hands free headset. I begin to notice flashing white lights in my rear view mirror. Uh oh! I think. The lights seem to have been going on a while. I must not have realized they were for me. I don't remember hearing any sirens or seeing red or blue lights. Just white. I figure this is normal for police and pull over. As I pull over, I realize I am not wearing a seat belt. I throw on my seat belt, take off my head set, and put my phone to the side. I can picture the little red hang up button on the phone but I might not have time to press it. I hope the police officer doesn't notice me doing all this. If he comments that he saw me put my seat belt on last minute, or take off my head set, I have some replies in mind to deny it. I don't think I've done anything wrong.

The police officer gets up to my window. He is wearing a police kind of hat and uniform. I expect him to flash a light in my face, but he doesn't. It is night time, and pretty dark out. I realize this must be a dream. What makes me make that connection? It seems to just pop into my mind that this is a dream. Without any direct state checks, I am gradually sure it is a dream.

One confirmation is that for a moment, the police officer's nose is really long, but then it returns to normal. The police officer's eyes are a dark color, like dark brown. He is telling me that I have been swerving or coming too close to the edge of the lane. Then a sky blue van and another car speed right by his back, really fast. It is startling. The people are yelling something out. (What were they yelling?)

I want to tell the police officer that he might not want to stand there. Although I know it is a dream, not much else comes to mind to do right away.

I woke up from this dream right about there. I was happy that I even ree cognized it as a dream. I tried to remember what happened before the lights flashed. What happened? Nothing came to mind.

I recorded this before going back to sleep. Even though it was just a simple dream I wanted to play it safe.

Remembering Dreams

I vaguely remember one dream of it being light in my room, and me thinking something about remembering dreams. What was it? Was that the only dream from that sleep cycle?

Notes

It is a very interesting night of dreams with some continuity between my sister's appearances and other themes. It seems lower in total volume of dreams. But the quality of dreams is high. I am happy with the night of dreams. I feel fulfilled with these dreams and look forward to what the next night brings.

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.