non-lucid

Had two or three dreams that were kind of like remote viewing events. I just saw a street, and a car driving. I think it was an Audi. The scene looked so normal and real, like I was somehow seeing a real place somewhere.

In addition to typing them up I have been attempting some artistic rendering of my dreams each day. Whatever images they give me I try to draw. Todays video is here for anyone interested:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRkDvgjXgx8

I am enjoying the drawing process so I think I will keep at it.

Here is the write up.

My first dream I remembered was that there were two boats. I was with a group of people on one boat and we were going to get this ancient boat somewhere in the ocean. I couldn't remember any further back, unfortunately, but I wish I could have because it was really cool. There was a guy talking about how he had this dream that he tried to convert into art or music. He got going on it but then he couldn't finish. There was also this part where I was sitting with some other people. This professor guy was saying that I should check this box that says "gitzo". It meant schizophrenic. So I took out the folder with the paper work and I asked him, "Do you mind if I tell you my theory about schizophrenia?" So he said "sure". So I said, something along the lines of, "I think everyone has an inner child who is repressed and that's where it comes from. It is totally natural for this part of the personality to exist. Does that make any sense to you?" and he said it made sense to him. That was a good feeling.

There was another part with this golden brown colored dog and someone saying that someone should be patient with the dog. And then yelling at someone. Then it was like they pushed 4 people off a cliff while they were sitting in a car. So the dream showed them falling down into the cliff backwards in the car.

Some of this is a little jumbled. It seemed like the same people I was on the boat with got into this truck thing. And we were driving down the road to this house where there was some kind of partying weekend.

on the way there, someone was smoking a cigarette on the side of the road we passed by. I panicked and held my breath but didn't smell it. Of course it was because it was a dream but I didn't know that. It was some kind of fraternity pledging thing. All the new pledges were there but they were happy I was there because I was an alumni. There was a big dark colored cake there but there was a bunch of plates of white slices of cake they had stolen from the dining hall.

Then there was this song that played. The chorus or hook of the song kept saying Corona over and over. While that played, two heavier guys were fighting. The floor beneath them was covered in Corona beer. So I guess it was supposed to be all slippery and tricker to fight on. I wasn't interested in participating! .

Then there was this story of a guy who had a lot of distractions. The dream said he had 100,000 distractions. He cut them all out and he got so much better.

There was this football practice thing with R A and some other people from high school. Something about hitting each other. I didn't remember it too clearly.

In this one part people were trying to "set me up" with K L. Then there was this part with J from another meeting I had gone to.

Then I was in an apartment with my sister and another woman. The woman was pregnant. On the stove there were two silver pans going, each with four eggs and cheese cooking in them. There was some egg left in one pan and I thought the pregnant woman wanted to save it for later. But it turned out she wanted to eat that part, too.

M R showed up in the dream. He was telling me how someone had to go see this therapist in Russia. But it wasn't Russia like the country. It was referring to a Russian part of New York, like China Town, but for Russian people. It said it was 36 dollars an hour for one day but on certain days I could do 45 minutes in addition to that hour, like Tuesday or Thursday or something, and that would cost me 76 dollars all together. Of course my response was that I don't even have the 36, let alone 76. I thought of asking my Dad but felt bad about it. The therapist was supposed to be able to help me with my anger issues.

There may have been something with Pokemon at the end. A kid had a certain card at a certain level of the game. Not sure exactly what. These dream memories were weird because I thought them through from beginning to end without moving. But by the time I was talking through them, my memory had faded. That is kind of unusual since my memory usually holds up. I think it has to do with some factors of my life lately so I want to identify those and get them back in balance so my dream recall doesn't suffer too much.




The rest of my dreams I won't type so perfectionistically. I have been making a voice recording over night which has most of the details. But here is the rest of the dreams that I can remember.

I forgot a whole round of dreams somehow. Just too dead asleep, both mentally and physically. I remember the dreams being eventful, and waking up and thinking of them a bit. All I got was "remember rabbit", and a scene in my room where I heard some loud plastic cars driving by. Like the kids tricycle car things. And thinking I had woken up without any dreams again.



The next dreams were very eventful. I was in a class room with tables. A girl had cut her hand and I tried to help her. She bled on my foot. Then I went into a bathroom stall to try to clean my foot. I was using a soapy sponge. A guy tried to push his way in and the door was bending. I told him to go away, I have to clean my foot.

Then there was this scene in a field. These hyenas were approacing my friends, I guess to attack. Some cats were approaching me to attack. I combined a cat and a hyena into a swingable weapon to push away the other cats and hyenas. I realized it was a dream and had some lucidity for a little bit. But I didn't do anything with the lucidity, except just be happy I noticed it was a dream. The dream pretty much continued as it would have otherwise. My friends had 2 Charmanders with heads like crocodiles.

Then I was in this office or lecture hall type of building. A woman was writing on a chalk board. She talked about how she smoked. I was mad at her. I gave her a hard time about her smoking and tried to make sure she didn't get a good lecturing room for her course. I sat at a table with six executive guys. I wasn't supposed to be there so I left. But then they hired me for some job. One woman was on my side about being mad at the smokers. Another woman was neutral but told me how it has to do with brain chemistry. Her face was very vivid. There were some other parts in this dream too. I am not taking them for granted its just that I have them all voice recorded already so I am not trying to be too perfectionistic about typing it.

There was this one part where my face had a pig nose. I had shaved my hair and beard for the job. I was surprised to see my face like this in the mirror. I couldn't beleive I had made such a decision.

In another part we were trying to recover a computer file from a conversation we had.

Then I woke up and recorded it. I had a dream in between these about wearing a leather jacket with a house plant sticking out. A rap song was playing about how plants do things.

Then I woke up, recorded that, and went to sleep again. This time I dreamed of the same location as the first dream. There was one part with someone scolding a guy. Then he was punching a punching bag and I was saying how I supported him (the guy who was being scolded) since scolding is wrong. Then a bathroom with 187 seconds on the door. Then a woman trying to get me to watch her things by the stairs. but I had to be at my new job by 9 and it was already 8:30. my mom was there too. Then my friend P N was saying how I gave up O B E's to work at this place and I was like their savior. I told them I didn't give up O B E's. I could do both. Then P N said O B E's are the real experience.

I listened to the M P 3 of my dreams from my voice recorder a few times through now. Glad to have those. It is cool listening to it multiple times because it really makes me think about it more.

It seems as if I’ve been assigned an assistant. (Although I couldn’t say who was doing the assigning. It’s almost as if the dream itself was.) He is called Ortig. I'm dubious about this arrangement, as I have done fine without an assistant until now, but I have to admit, over the course of the dream, that it seems to be working out well. I never see him—we seem to be communicating as if via headsets from separate locations as we cooperate on something—but I have the impression of a nice person, unobtrusive to the point of inscrutability, who really knows what he’s doing.

(23.2.18)

Here are visual DJ entries that I am trying out:
Part 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReSpYoArgiY
Part 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1oZ_ySfYIQ





Here are the dreams from Feb 22 to 23.



First round of dreams.

The earliest thing I remember from these dreams is something with fighting with my Uncle. I remember seeing his face up close. But I had to get up to use the bathroom before I could fully recall the dream.

After that there was a part where I was in my room in my old house. My Dad, mom and sister were all there. I remembered more about the parts of my old house after remembering later parts of the dream which is always nice. I was looking in the mirror in my bed room. I was flexing or something like that and then I realized my door was open and I didn't want anyone to see me flexing. I went and laid down in my bed. I was laying down to rest but I thought the bed was too hard. At first it felt like a rock but then it softened a good amount.

There was something about how I was going out later at night, like a little past 7. But past dark. And then my Dad would have to come pick me up late at night and drive me home. There was a football and track field to my left in the visual of this part. And part of the town I was in. My Dad was telling me that if I went somewhere at night, I would have to balance it and only go a few nights a week, not every night. Because it was a lot of work for him to do all that driving. I started telling him and my mom that I already have enough activity in my life and I don't need the thing after 7. In fact on the other nights, I fall asleep around 7 anyway, so I must need the sleep on the other nights too. So I could just go to bed and then they wouldn't have to take me anywhere. My Dad told me that I could go a few nights a week but I said, you know what, I really think it would be healthier if I just got the sleep I needed.

I was walking through the sidewalk of this city place and there was like a couple who was walking together. The girl was throwing her coffee on the guy but it was not an attack. It was more like just a joke. The town or city place had light grey side walks and grey buildings. More stuff happened there but I wasn't able to remember it.

After that I was in this kind of mall place. E R, M B and M M, 3 girls from my high school, were there. It was like all the girls who lived on this one road while we were growing up so maybe it was S F instead of M M. I was saying that they look great and I was happy to see them. D F appeared off to the side but she was with a guy so I didn't really talk to her as much. I didn't actually get the words out that they all look nice due to shy ness or feeling like it is weird to say that to a whole group of women instead of individually.

Then there was a part where we were all filling out this form. I had to put a G P A on it on the bottom left. I was going to just joke around and put the highest possible score or even higher than possible G P A scores just to be funny because I am already done with school.

Then we were sitting around a pool table or an upside down shelf table with slats facing up. It seemed to morph from one to the other. M S was there, and he had a girl friend but I think she was not actually there. Just an understanding that he had a girl friend. M M was there and M S's mom. It was some kind of party.
They had filled up balloons with helium so they floated and my Nana had also filled up some balloons for us. Someone was asking how we made all those balloons.

Someone was giving advice about how to quit cigarettes by having some kind of purple and orange pie in the morning instead of a cigarette. I was thinking to myself how that didn't really seem like it would work because the cigarette would overwhelm the pie thing. But I didn't want to be a downer and discourage M M who was the one trying to quit smoking. Maybe if she believed in it, it could work for her. M M was sitting right next to one head of the table where L C was, and then an empty seat, then M S, then one more seat, then head of table, then 3 or 4 people along the other side of the table.

There was a part where I was walking around that table. I was going to sit between M M and M S. I started to put down my plate or my stuff at that table place but then realized M M was quitting smoking so I don't want to sit near her. So I moved to the other side of M S kind of on the corner of the table. Initially I was going to sit with her because I like her but then I decided it wouldn't be a good relationship due to her smoking. I don't think she smokes in waking life but I haven't seen her in years.

As I walked around the table counter clock wise, there were one or two really big quarters on the ground. I picked them up and threw them on the table when it was a pool table. I thought they belonged to M S.

Something about shoveling up snow near a local food store? .

Then in the room with the table it was time to go for a swim. Then there was a part about how things in the dream world are the same for everyone, just using different symbols. Like the symbols were kind of similar too just the equivalents from different cultures. I was telling everyone how a swim is great but a surprise swim makes it even better. I wasn't expecting to have the chance to swim that day. People agreed.

Then my sister came in through a glass door at the front of the room. She had a big box with a cake in it. She was wearing a big puffy coat. I felt bad that my sister got there because she had to walk all that way. I was thinking how she could have asked me to drive her and I would have been glad to. I couldn't eat the cake due to processed sugar and flour. But I was thinking I will just put the cake in front of me like a decoration.

Well, that was actually good dream recall. I wished that some more of the details had stuck with me but overall it was pretty good dream recall for the first dream. Especially even after having to get up. So my dream recall muscle is definitely improving. I think waking life recall journaling is helping a lot.

For some reason I woke up thinking I wouldn't need to dream journal because I would dream the exact same thing as yesterday. Of course like any other night I had fresh new dreams tonight.

I had some mild lucidity in these next dreams. The first one I remember is that I was outside this office building. G A was working there. It was red orange marble in the whole place. There was a mattress against the wall in the main lobby. It was like where the Post Office is in L V. I saw G A go by and up the stairs. I thought I should talk to him. I didn't go all the way up the stairs. I saw a quarter on my way back down the stairs and realized I was dreaming. I am not sure why the quarter made me get lucid. It was just kind of a spontaneous Dialed. I got down the stairs somehow, maybe walked or flew, and then I decided that it would be cool to talk to G A in my L D. So I started to look for him. He was going back down the stairs so I started to follow him. But then I felt the dream would collapse if I tried to do anything. It was very fragile. So, I changed my mind and decided not to go after him. I had to keep the L D going. I tried to rub my hands but it didn't work. I woke up from the dream into semi sleep paralysis and thought it through until luckily another dream started.

In the new dream, I started out non lucid. But then I realized it was a dream somehow. I forgot exactly how, it just kind of dawned on me. So I went over to the next room and there were 3 people on a couch. One was a woman wearing blue. They were watching something in Spanish. I tried to talk to them in Spanish to ask them to help me relax in the dream. Como se relaxar? Something like that. Probably not the exact word in Spanish. They didn't understand me. I thought to rub my hands but I didn't think of spinning.

I woke up from that dream, too. But another dream began. This one I was on a computer at the start but I didn't realize it was a dream. I think it jumped quickly to another dream.

There was this one really abstract seeming part. Someone had a bed in a gazebo thing outdoors. They were rolling to their other side in the bed, as if they were rolling over in their sleep. It wasn't me. But I had the sense that within the dream I was out of body from that person's body. And it was interesting seeing "my own" body move from outside of it. That was just a short dream fragment.

In the next dream, I was in the room I lived in as a kid, at my Nana's. I was on a computer that had a picture of those three people I tried speaking to in Spanish from earlier in the dream. I was looking at it like, oh, cool, there is actually a picture of them from my dream. But I thought it was waking life already. So I thought it was cool to have a picture of people from my dream. (This is why asking how did I get here? and do I remember waking up this morning? are things I need to practice more. ) I realized I was dreaming though within moments and so again I was like, okay, let's try to stabilize this one. This song came on that went, "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming" and some other words. That is pretty cool. The lyrics to the whole song were on the computer screen. I was able to make sense of them within the dream. They were clearly written words. But, I wasn't able to remember them once I had woken up. I almost thought I would remember them. I felt like the dream was showing me the lyrics too fast for me to be able to remember them. I realized I need to stabilize the dream so i tried a finger palm test. It didn't really go through. Then I started to wake up, and the dream collapsed.

I fell asleep again while thinking through those. I think i might have had more dreams after but I didn't remember any for some reason. Maybe it wasn't a dreaming part of the sleep cylce. I had more dreams after that.

I dreamed that I was with some people looking for an S N L actor. Something like a consultant and a web site with different things. It was hard to read but it said, weld, weld, weld, number, weld, weld. I could make out the words if I really tried. I don't think I was lucid in this one though. I got lucid again a little later. Something with a coat hanger. Then he was on a pay phone.

Then I was in a room that felt like my current room. I was setting a grey framed glass digital clock to a certain alarm. It said 4:01 and there were dots for A M or P M. I tried to switch it to 4:01 P M but was afraid that I might be napping at that time. So I wanted to turn the alarm completely off but I couldn't see how. I switched it to 2:01 P M and it said 16 hours later, even though it was 4:01 A M. Something about the math seemed unusual but it didn't quite trigger lucidity.

So then I was going out to the driveway to throw out garbage. I had some pants with me and an old plant. The driveway was oriented differently though, more like L V R C's driveway than my current driveway. I was bringing out a dead stalk from my indoor mint plant and I noticed some of the leaves looked more alive than usual. I wondered if it had come back to life. I jammed the clipping into the soil along the side of the drive way. It went in alright even though I was expecting the ground to be frozen. Then my pants were by this puddle of mirky water near the curb. I went in the water to get them and it was waist deep. I realized this water was very gross. I thought it was waking life but I wished it was a dream. When I woke up my physical bed, it turned out it was! .

In the next dream, some cool stuff happened, and I became lucid. So as it started, I was at the Arboretum, near the deck thing where you can see frogs from. I was on a computer trying to work some computer program. I was also on the phone bridge and I heard some people talking. I remember looking at the time and it was around when that meeting usually ended. I was not happy about it because it meant I was up too early. Then it kind of reset and I was going through it again. This time it was 6:40 A M or so and F was talking about a business meeting. The moderator who I figured was A replied something about how we all want to labour. It wasn't quite her voice though but she usually moderated on Fridays. So then I think I realized it was a dream somehow. Maybe F didn't sound like himself or something. It was funny though because I thought of 6:35 A M which was when the meeting ended on business meeting days.

So I think this was when I became lucid. I flew up into the sky and got dream blindness. But I could still feel myself flying. Then I kind of landed. I was trying to think of what dream goals to go for. The dream was playing this audio thing of all these ideas of dream goals which was kind of cool. I had a tupperware full of "sand mud" and so I ate some of that. It tasted bad so I spit it out. One of the dream goals that came to mind was to blast a huge stream of colorful orbs out of my mouth. So I tried to open my mouth and sort of project energy into doing that, but nothing happened. I really tried very hard to make colorful orbs shoot out of my mouth, over the pond with the geyser thing.

At one point I also thought of peeing in the dream. I think I felt my physical body needing to go. But I decided that I wouldn't wake myself up for that. I would just hold it or try to ignore it. It went away.

The dream answered my request in an indirect way by making a truck full of orange basketballs appear. I jumped into it and was hanging off the edge of the outside of the truck. Then I got back in. Then I was sitting in the back of the truck. Other people were sitting there eating at a table.

I heard a song I knew or thought I heard earlier in the dream. I was glad to hear it again because I would have a chance to try to remember it. The first line was, "My friends describin' me, I'm an alligator in a tall, tall, tall sea," or, "My friends providin' me, I'm an alligator in a tall, tall, tall tree," but I wasn't sure which. I think it was the first one because thats what I said on my voice recorder. The words continued but I realized that if I tried to memorize the whole thing in one listen, it wouldn't work. So I talked over the sound level of the dream song by just repeating that one line of the song to myself. In doing this, I memorized it. I figured I better catch the one sentence instead of nothing. Then I could catch the rest of the song in later dreams if it ever played again.

This dream made me really inspired to see if I could make a song out of lyrics I hear within dreams. Without adding any of "my" own lyrics.

Also, in the physical world, it was Friday morning. Within my dream I was aware of that and I was glad I had taken the garbage out last night, so that I could stay in the dream, without having to worry about the garbage not being taken out.

In my last dream I was in this grey factory place. A guy from a T V show was flying a plane. I didn't actually see him but the dream kind of told me telepathically what T V character it was. They were going to drop a missile on this big grey factory tower we were in but then they changed their plans so they would freeze us into the building first. I could see shiny blue ice all over this place like it was cartoon ice, with the icicles. I saw this grey receptionist desk type of thing from a frontal view and Ask Ketchum was at the desk. It was all dark grey. Ash was looking over at the ice and pointing to it.

I was attempting to DEILD or WILD from this dream but I couldn't stop my mind. I am becoming more aware of how my mind actually keeps my body from going into sleep and dreaming mode.

Day 11:

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:35 AM


Dream 05:

Nothing here.




Day 12:

Fell asleep at: 12:00 AM

Woke up at: 7:30 AM


Dream 06: Ugh...

Walking the hallways at school. It's midday, and slightly blue tinted light streams into the halls. I'm walking the hallway that goes past the cafeteria and into another set of double doors.

On my way over there, I spot three students, one girl and three boys, sitting on benches apart from each other.


This is where the "Ugh..." part comes in.


I approach one of the guys sitting on the bench, as he reaches for his, uh, babymaker. I smack his shoulder, whispering to him, "Dude. No. What the hell?"

The girl sitting on the bench in front of us has a disgusted, concerned look on her face. I begin to blush, my ears heat up, and I get off the bench.


Dream 07: Ulysses S. Crybaby

Nothing to do with the Ulysses S. Grant of history, by the way.

It seems like I'm playing FO4, but for some reason, Ulysses from NV is talking to the player character. I'm exploring a municipal tunnel running underground, there's red and blue pipes everywhere. Pretty typical stuff. There's a new enemy in the caves, a Rad Monkey.

Ulysses says, "KILL THE MONKEYYYYYY." In his droning, raspy voice. I find myself inside a tiny little room. And as Ulysses is talking to me, "It's All Over But The Crying" starts playing. It was hilarious in the dream, trust me.

The Jiangshi of my dreams are similar to the Jiangshi of Chinese folklore, the “hopping vampire”, except the Jiangshi of my dreams aren’t actually undead humans, they just appear to be.

The Jiangshi are, in actuality, a species of sapient clothing. Elaborate sets of robes that possess a sinister soul within them. It is rumored that by donning one of these magic robes you will gain spectacular powers and become a powerful undead creature, but that is just a rumor created by the Jiangshi themselves. In actuality, when you wear a Jiangshi, your own soul is cast out of your body, replaced with the soul of the Jiangshi. The wearer’s original soul is cast into their old, discarded clothes, where it will survive for a time before fading away, and the Jiangshi obtains a new body.

The Jiangshi rumor is designed to lure in those seeking power, trick them into wearing a Jiangshi, and provide a new body to bodyless Jiangshi. This trickery is essentially how they reproduce. They seclude themselves in an undead-haunted bog, luring the power-hungry to themselves and quietly amassing an army.

Here are the videos that go with these dreams where I draw them
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKB1q-oO6bU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGZzWyKukzA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdgwS7xWwCo
It looks like I accedentally deleted part 4




One of the first things I remember from this dream is I was eating some kind of bone in chicken, fish, or ribs. My Aunt had given it to me. Then I found out it was 2 weeks old. I tried to tell myself it was okay since it had been cooked. My Dad ate some, either to make sure it wasn't bad for me, or to help me feel less uncomfortable about having eaten it. I remember looking at the food and seeing the meat on the bone.

There was a scene where I was in a bathroom. I was using the toilet and using 12 cleaning wipes. That would be a lot to use in one go so I was thinking it was too much. My Aunt B kept coming in the bathroom while I was not fully dressed and I was yelling at her. Fighting with her to make her go away.

Then I was fully dressed but there was this guy in the bathroom. We were fighting. I was winning most of the time but it was not an easy fight. Then at one point the guy kind of had me cornered to where I couldn't reall y get away from him. But I somehow got out of that just in time. I managed to pin him to the ground face down. I was spitting on the side of his face. He had a beard. I spit twice on the side of his face. I was very angry at him because he kept messing with me and messing with me. I asked him, "are you done messing with me now?!" He said he still wasn't. This made me so angry. I clearly had defeated him but he didn't care. I don't remember exactly what he was doing.

Then the guy was gone but there was a dog in the bathroom. Maybe it happened in a different order. I think I was supposed to not let the dog out. But I was so annoyed by the dog for whatever reason that I let it out the bathroom. it ran out into the open road and accross the open road. I hoped the dog would get to Petco and then Petco would adopt the dog and find someone to take the dog in. then whoever the dog actually belonged to could go to petco and trace the dog back through the records to find out who had adpoted it. I just wanted that dog out of my hair! .

This is why I think I got the order backwards. maybe I fought the guy last and the dog was before that. Because I got out and saw A M and his Dad in a truck, working. I was surprised they were working contracting jobs. Then I saw K T and he was smoking a cigarette. I started to see some grey smoke being puffed into the air. Then suddenly I had a laso or a whip. I was able to swing it at him and knock the cigarette out of his mouth. He was really mad at me. I had to swing the thing two times to get the cigarette to really go away.

Then there were 3 guys. K T, A M and T R were all sort of ganging up on me. Kind of like saying I thought I was tough when I fought the guy in the bathroom. I thought I was tough when I knocked K T's cigarette down. But now I would have to take on all 3 of them. I was sort of backing down, backing away, hoping to avoid this. I had moments where I thought I might have a chance but I mainly doubted myself. And for good reason, 3 on 1 isn't really fair. There was also this guy S who I haven't seen since fifth grade but I never got along well with him. I remember seeing his face.

We wound up standing in a circle. I accidentally touched a guy's hand and he gave me a funny look. It was just a mistake. Now we were talking as if it were a support group for addictions. Someone was saying how seeking the answer over and over might keep the person getting the same answer but that is a good thing.

Brady bunch thing in a house? Older women there.

Then it showed a video game of this brown sort of rock world. The character was doing wall jumps like in mario, up to the top of a cliff thing. The dream was saying how it was like Final Fantasy. And how Final Fantasy kept having to have new games because there was never an end. So the character of this game was running around this brown path, I guess a mountainous place, and collecting coins as he ran like in Mario. The coins were shiny goldenrod yellow.

The reason the dream said there was never an end to the games was that everyone's consciousness was sort of held within these gold coins. No matter what they did, at the end of it all, they could not get their consciousness to expand beyond the form of the gold coin. To the video game character's right, there was an empty water basin like a big empty pond. It had some kind of thin fog in it. And there were all of these gold coins moving around in there. I felt such hopelessness about the state of these gold coins.

There was one stack of gold coins that was supposed to get used for something. Then there were gold coins who were supposed to be in charge. There was a gold couch in an office. There was a gold rectangle that looked like a gold hundred dollar bill on a gold plate. That was like a really important figure. There was a stack of the gold coins. The final fantasy character jumped in and landed on top of the stack of coins, sending them flying all over the place. The gold rectangle was really angry about it and the gold coin in charge was trying to calm him down. It was like some big business deal that the big gold dollar bill thing was going to make a big purchase from the executive gold coin and then now that final fantasy character might have messed up the whole deal.

I guess that was everybody's soul? Embodied in the gold coin. I am not sure. So the final fantasy game was saying it is hopeless because in the end, everybody's soul is trapped like that in eternity.

After that, some more stuff happened in this dream that I could remember.

There was something about a therapist.

Some women were talking about organizing something. There were also some guys talking about organizing files a certain way. To set up some kind of an audio file. My memory of this got kind of blurred. The women had lists of files. Everyones list of files had their name and then zero through five or fifteen through thirty or some series of numbers. Along with that it had a color. Also they had the word image, but without an E at the end, so it said "imag" or "I M A G". There was one woman's whose was highlighted all magenta. it showed her name was connected to one mister something and then one person who was her husband. So that meant she was having some kind of an affair.



I woke up from those and thought through them. I was nicely surprised with having slept a good amount of time and had good recall by then.




My memory of the next rounds of dreams began with this scene in a restaurant. There was a guy at a circular high top table and a bar in the back ground. He ordered two sodas. They brought him too many, I think four sodas, and so he tried to give them back. He stacked one cup of soda on top of another full cup of soda but none spilled out. He reached his arm way behind him in a side lateral raise to give to someone on the restaurant staff, who took it away. Then he had some of the soda from his glass.


There was some parts when I was in school. I want to note that I don't actually smoke marijuana. But within the dream the context was that I was smoking marijuana and going to classes. I felt like I loved school but actually what had happened was I was really high during the classes. I started to realize that I couldn't stay high forever. So, I thought that I would keep going to classes, even without weed, so that when I got high again, I could enjoy the classes even more. Then i realized it was weird for my whole life to exist in service of the "high" state of being. it was like I was diregarding the rest of life, such as time "not high" i e "sober", as just in service of the next time I got high, instead of an end in and of themselves. That concerned me but I couldn't see going to class without smoking. I liked my brain much better when I was high. The dream had a whole context where I had never felt so happy and productive and interested in life.


There was at least one class room part I forgot. i was taking notes. In another class room scene, that I remember more of, A teacher was teaching us about how if someone is feeling low or depressed. How they could handle it. More of an accepting approach. And doing a study to see if the people thought a certain way, if they took their own life. Then, a guy to my left wearing red asked if he could take part in the study. And be a participant. He looked like a very depressed person. The teacher said the study wouldn't be good for him since he was probably one of the people who would take their own life. The guy got mad about this. He told the teacher that it wasn't fair and then he and the teacher seemed to be fighting a bit about it. I started to get angry and want to stand up for the other student.

I became lucid when I felt the conflicted feelings arise within myself. It wasn't even that strong of an emotion but there are a lot of factors that seem to all come together when I get the Dream intiated lucidity so that was when they all culminated. I held back from fighting with the teacher and instead sent a profound energy of love towards the teacher and the whole dream. I said something like, "I Love you! You are the best teacher ever!" The teacher greyish brown hair parted down the middle. My expression of positive energy totally shifted the dream and the teacher and the student both seemed happier. I can't really describe enough how profound this was for me. It isn't something I want to under state. It seems like a simple thing but it was actually a very powerful use of my lucid ability. I didn't really get lucid to where I just teleported away because I was already within the context of a dream. I knew it was a dream though and that sort of amplified the experience.

After that dream scene I was in the bathroom and I had my voice recorder. I was in the stall and talking back through the dream so far. I think I still knew it was a dream but was just doing this to amplify my waking life dream recall. I have heard it said that actions within a lucid, dream state are 7 to 9 times more influential than actions performed in waking life state. Just as I was talking through the dream, someone walked in the bathroom. i had a moment where I hesitated to continue talking. I saw who it was from above the stall somehow and it was the kid from the class who was fighting with the teacher. So then I definitely wanted to stop because I didn't think he would want me talking about him when he was right there. I heard some other people came in then and they were talking about how some smart people had records at the school they could go over. I think I tried to put my finger through my palm to reaffirm I was dreaming. I am not sure if it went through though. But I remember reaffirming at least mentally that I was still dreaming. I guess I could have spun from the bathroom stall and teleported somewhere new but it didn't really cross my mind. Sometimes that stuff comes to mind and sometimes it doesn't. I was thinking I could start recording more but the guy was still in the bath room. Then other people were in the bathroom stall with me and I had too many pairs of shorts on. Multiple layers of pairs of shorts. One was like an orange fleece material on the layer closest to my skin. Then there were two or three other pairs of shorts, blues or oranges. I put on my blue blocking glasses within the dream and it turned the chorts green. Someone commented that I had on too many pairs of shorts. In the dream I thought my blue shorts pertained to waking life but now that I think about it, they don't pertain to waking life.




Earlier there was a part with a T V in my sister's room. Adjusting the vollume on the remote caused it to cycle from 73 to 0 and back up to 73. That was kind of earlier I think. I remember it only vaguely.


I lost lucidity somewhere between dream scene transitions and dreamed that I was trying to write the dream down on card board. I actually remember writing some solid things but I don't remember exactly what. It didn't seem like a false awakening though. False awakenings I am usually very conscious, just not aware its a dream (yet). I also remember trying to keep up with the class notes left handed at one point. And I raised my hand and said something at some point. I have been expecting this to happen but I didn't think it would happen so soon. I think I dreamed I was dream journaling on a voice recorder but laying on the opposite side I was physically laying on in the dream.

I woke up, thought through it, and had pretty good success with recall. I had Restless legs so I got up and did a little moving and stretching. That helped me get back to sleep. Then I had even more dreams! Woohoo.

The earliest part of this dream I remember was I was sitting at a table with two other guys and it was some kind of a support group. I shared and the two guys listened. Then another guy shared and I was listening. But then I got up to go do something on a computer or sweep and mop the floor. Kind of both. I still listened to his share as I was up doing stuff but I just couldn't sit still and listen. I felt kind of bad about this but I just had to kind of keep busy. I told him without cross talking that I really appreciated his share and I am sorry I missed it. I was thinking it had a lot to do with my workaholism lately causing me to be compulsively unavailable.

After apologizing to him I was at this bigger computer screen. Like as tall as me and much wider. It had a bright sky blue background and several windows on a grid within it. I was trying to choose one to click on. I felt like it was mental junk food though and felt bad about getting sucked into it. I realized I didn't have my food that I meant to be eating and I went to get up and go get it. One of the videos was on a silver back ground on an interesting subject. Within the dream I thought it seemed cool but I don't remember it now.

Then, I turned toward the table and there were two african american guys there. I felt scared when I saw them because they had taken my seat. The guy on the left was thinner and making a big smile. The guy on the right was heavier set and had a beard. The guy on the left said something to me. He also said his name was Seth.

There was also someone whose head was in the sink. Their head was in the sink but they were not dead. It was just that their head was in the sink. Part of their face that was metal was over on the counter. But they were not harmed or anything. I didn't realize it was a dream. My dream logic just accepted what I saw as a normal everyday thing! .

Then I looked over at a bed that in the context of the dream was my bed. There was a whole family of people sitting on my bed and to the left of my bed. There was one tan guy who I was scared of at first but then I realized he was smiling. his daughter was sitting on my pillow. Then I saw that she was sitting on my foam roller, moving her legs from side to side. The context became that I needed my foam roller. But I felt bad that she didn't realize I would be needing it. So I told her she could finish what she was doing but after that I would have to take it back. She seemed to want to give it back to me right away but I almost insisted she finish her exercise. She seemed to really enjoy it. I did feel somewhat rushed to get on with whatever I was doing though. Also I didn't like someone sitting on my pillow because their bottom was on it. After the girl gave me back my foam roller I told her family all about where to get their own. I even told them they could get the three foot or 18 inch foam rollers.

I knew there was an elevator to this room. Maybe it was how I initially got there but I didn't remember anything until I was at the table talking with those other 2 guys.

Then there was something where there was food around. It was becoming like a festive party. A woman came near me. I asked where she was from. She said she was from African America! . She was Caucasian though. So then we got to this door. We were going to go down to a lower floor of the building. She led me to this door that had a long horizontal crack in it. She showed me how to remove the lower part of the door and go underneath the cracked part, then pull it back into place. She started to go down the stairs. I had the sense that we were very high up in a building and it would be a lot of stairs to go all the way down. I felt bad for abandoning her because we were having a whole conversation. but I said I have to take the elevator and went to find the elevator. i guess I got in it and headed down. I felt like my waking consciousness was active within the dream but I wasn't lucid. I didn't know it was a dream but I was making considerations as if it were.

Once I got down to the bottom floor, I was outside walking up these wooden elevated walk ways. They were like ramps. I saw a guy with longer blonde hair who looked like R C. I was happy to see him. I was like, I am so happy to see you, wait, what is your name again though? It has been a few years. he seemed put off that I had forgotten his name and kind of rolled his eyes or gave me a "pshh" under his breath. I felt kind of bad but moved on. I walked up further up these walk ways and then I was climbing up a part that was sort of floating there like a mario walk way. At the end of it there was one of those pirhouette cookies but blue with silver sparkling bits. I noticed more stuff was appearing but again that just seemed like everyday normal occurrances within my dreaming mind. I heard this message from the dream that in the thing that had been upstairs, they didn't want kids playing with some of the things that people had to pay for. Some thing about game boys or something. But they weren't for free for the kids, they were meant to be paid for. I saw my friend J T ahead but when I got closer it wasn't him.


At the end of the dream, I heard something like, "And then you die!" But I forgot it. Sometimes there is some kind of saying or even a voice phenomenon at the very end of my dream. It said something about "ant then you die" but I wasn't scared about it at all. It was more of a wise thing to say, not like a threat or anything ominous. But I forgot the exact words. initially, I remembered the exact words. but I lost the memory of the exact words by the time I tried to think of it again later. I sort of mentally "reached" for it and it was gone. So I wished I had thought about it and formed a more solid memory of it earlier on. I just took for granted it would be in my head when I went back for it.

I woke up and thought back through these pretty well. I was relieved to have got some sleep because I have had some trouble falling asleep. I knew there was earlier stuff in the dream I had forgotten but I guess it was just too far back.

Morning of February 23, 2018. Friday.



In the first part of my dream, I am sitting on the floor of the Gellibrand Street apartment’s porch. (We have not lived there in years.) I am looking through and reading some coupons relating to free offers. By writing down four letters which appear on the coupon, KLRS, and then the next letter after each, underneath, LMST, it somehow causes a package to be immediately sent to our front door, though I do not open it as I focus on the unusual nature of this puzzling technology. I begin to ponder on how the company would know what I wrote in a notebook in my own home.

I later write LMPR, and MNQS underneath. (Throughout my dream, I clearly read and write uppercase letters which remain the same, which is atypical of the dream state, as writing typically changes in many dreams when looking back at it again.) A handwritten message appears above the letters relating to the activation of a special offer. Similar events occur a few more times.

I begin to wonder more about how this is possible. The setting changes (without my dream self paying much attention) to an unfamiliar location. It is a large room with a table. Dennis (an older half-brother on my mother’s side ) is present. (I have not seen him in real life since 1994.)

I tell Dennis about the companies and clubs that somehow cause handwritten messages to appear in my notebook. I look through my notebook and, for a time, cannot find the evidence, though I eventually do and show him. One message is on what looks like black embossing tape with white letters. It easily comes off the page. Dennis is curious, but I consider he may not be convinced of this inexplicable technology.

“Watch this,” I tell him. Instead of getting a code from a coupon, I make up a sequence. I write NOPQ, but decide to change it to LMNR, as I consider the code would probably not have four letters in a row in alphabetical order as such, even though they are otherwise in an alphabetical sequence. I then write MNOS underneath. A handwritten message appears out of nowhere that displays something like, “Thank you for activating your membership.” I use NORS, OPST underneath, and a similar message appears. I ask Dennis, “How are they doing this?” He does not reply. I use MNOS a few times (with NOPT), each time on a different page, and the same message appears above what I had written, relating to benefits of membership activation, though I eventually get, “You have already activated your membership. Thanks for your participation.”

I start to consider that there may be hidden cameras everywhere. This seems to “explain” it, though I forget about the unlikelihood of writing appearing on paper from no discernible source.

I write MNOS again and NOPT underneath. A large moving image of a Doberman Pinscher’s head appears on the wall. It is as if a film is being shown; the aspect ratio is square. The dog is apparently barking, but there is no sound. I perceive this as some sort of function to express a warning about repeatedly using the same code to activate something that had already been activated. There is no sense of threat at any time or any genuine wariness. In fact, I find it somewhat amusing even if it is inexplicable.

Again, I ask Dennis, “How are they doing this?” There is now also an unfamiliar male in the room who I do not see as an imposer or related to the inexplicable events. I consider that he may be puzzled as well.

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Dreams are mainly ascending reticular activating system mediation (and modulation when the dream self by way of subliminal conscious self intent attempts to remain asleep) between transient dream self and whole conscious self identity, primarily being autosymbolism for consciousness reascension while subliminally exploring the dream state. Why so many people completely ignore this truth in favor of asinine pretense (often focusing on negative dynamics even where there are none) has baffled me since childhood. My development since early childhood, in understanding the dream state (and dismissing the tripe of books on the “meanings” of dreams while even marrying my literal “dream girl” in real life), has resulted in an extraordinary virtuous circle effect as seen in this dream, even though my dream self remains puzzled about the communication from my conscious self. Yes, that is what is happening. My conscious self is sending threads of communication (by way of the ECF, emergent consciousness factor, in RAS mediation) to my dream self to enhance skills which typically do not exist in the dream state (though some asinine individuals make the ridiculous claim that one cannot read in the dream state at all). It has nothing to do with “messages from the subconscious”, as my dream self IS the subconscious (and the subconscious is a dynamic band that has no viable temporality or consistent intelligence). Aside from that, only the conscious self has viable reasoning skills, including coherent perception of the written language, and yet here, my dream self maintains (again through the virtuous circle effect of having devoted much of my life to dream state study and enhancement of the dream state) some extent of control and feasible discernment regardless of not being viably lucid.

The dog in the final scene represents the obedience factor (as I have explained in my journal many times before) as well as this dream’s WAF (waking alert factor) by way of my subliminal attempt to sustain the dream state. The wall is a liminal space divider between dream self and conscious self identity. The (transpersonal) preconscious personification (the unfamiliar male in the room) remains passive in my dream self’s subliminal activity until I wake.

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Date of Dream: FRI 23 FEB - 2018



Dream No. 285 - Student Struggles

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was doing some sort of tax assessment in TAFE, but the place didn't look like TAFE at all. I found the assessment very hard and at the end of it, I feel I didn't do well. To make things worse, I had received some sort of letter. When I first opened it and had a read, I didn't know who it was from. It was only after I got up to the second paragraph and kept on reading, I realised it was from my parents.

The content of this letter was shocking and I had soon come to the realisation that the parents had infiltrated my diaries! It was in the second paragraph that the wrote about Murray, making fun of him and cursing him too. I didn't read the paragraph to detail because I was in such an outrage... I skipped straight away to the third paragraph to see what else they had come up with. The third paragraph was worse, they were now ridiculing and damning Dreamy WB! So they now knew everything, all my secrets! I didn't read the whole of paragraph three either... I quickly shut that letter and was now internally fuming at them, thinking to myself, “you will pay...”.

The first paragraph wasn't about any dream guide though. The main reason my parents wrote that disrespectful letter is because they knew that I didn't do well on this tax assessment. I was thinking that it would only be a matter of time before I would find some way to get them back. What I didn't mention is that there was small fourth paragraph but I didn't read anything from there as I was at my limits after the mockery of Dreamy WB.

Apparently there was a second tax assessment and so therefore, I was worried that I was going to get another nasty letter from my parents. Though when I started this assessment, it seemed way easier than the first one and the only think I had to do was work out the percentage rate for something. At the end, I found out that I had received 10 marks out of 10 and soon after, that's when the second letter came. There was nothing bad in this letter but there was no apology for the earlier mockery of dream guides either.

I was then at my house and both my parents were still going on about the first tax assessment. My dad then led me outside into the backyard and started having a go at me by himself. When were down in the pergola area, my dad ended up pinning me against the brick wall, restraining me while verbally bullying me, including the threat of keeping me locked outside forever. While he was doing his thing, I just said to give me a minute while I did something. I managed to pull my head out of the restraining lock far enough in order to call for Dreamy WB.

He actually asked me what I was doing, I did tell him, but made no mention that I was calling “the dream guide”. Also, he'd know who I was talking about if I called for “Dreamy WB”, so instead, for the entire procession, I called out for “Miss T”. At first, my voice didn't seem loud enough to reach her. It felt like I was getting nowhere and that I would most likely wake up before reaching her. I had to keep dismissing my dad's hassles and telling him, “Just wait, I'll attend back to you in a minute”. Eventually though, my voice got to a point where it was loud enough and despite my dad being present, I confidently called out.

As mentioned before, it first felt like I was getting nowhere but then I felt some hope. My dad was still nagging me from behind but my eyes could help but widen with a sense of energy and enthusiasm as I perceived Dreamy WB's energy getting closer. I looked out to all the houses on the other side of the backyard fence and I had caught sight of something in the distance to my left. It was a giant black silhouette slowly, rockingly marching down the Greek guy's backyard stairs. At one point I got so excited that although there was no interested party around, it was more for myself, I yelled, “She's coming!”, while pointing to her.

Dreamy WB looked giant from a distance but when she got close enough, she was a reasonable size, just slightly bigger than my dad. So now that Dreamy WB was on the premises, my dad went back to hold me in a complete, tight lock while continuing to verbally bully me. Still in the completely black silhouette form, Dreamy WB laid one hand on my upper back while she used the other one to pry my dad away from me. My dad wasn't going to give up; once Dreamy WB had loosened me from him, he tried to scramble to get a hold of me again.

As usual, Dreamy WB wasn't going to put up with any of my parents' nonsense. She ended up carrying me and we raced my dad to the back garage door. As we got there first, Dreamy WB struggled to get in as my dad was trying to push past but she eventually got in and shut the door on my dad. Using one hand to hold me while she used the other one to keep the door shut while my dad pushed on it from the outside. I'm pretty certain she had visions of her own, giving my dad a taste of his own medicine and locking him out there. That's all I can remember about this dream.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

I just wanted to record this fragment of a dream I had 2 nights ago.

I saw Slash with a crowd of people around him. Slash was shaking everyone's hand. I stood and watched for about 10 seconds before walking through the crowd to meet him.

I said "Slash! Oh my god man, you were my inspiration! Thank you!" and I put my hand out to shake his hand.
Slash reached out and gave me a hug.

I said "Oh my god, so much love!"

And that's all I remember from this scene. It was a pretty awesome moment.
Although I remember thinking, "Weird, he looks a lot like my uncle Stuart."
The rest of the dream heavily involved my family. And the whole dream was filled with themes of love.

Heh. Puns...

Anyways, yesterday was pretty surreal in terms of the 'stuff' that happened. Glad to be back.

Day 9:

Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM

Woke up at: 6:45 AM

Nothing here.



Day 10:

Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM

Woke up at: 6:30 AM

Oddly enough, even though I slept for, like, 8 hours, I felt oddly refreshed upon waking up. Though I felt like I was in the verge of collapse at Band (Which was only an hour later), so... Yeah.


Dream 01: Bar Fight

In a rustic, old bar somewhere, I was locked in mortal combat with some black jumpsuit wearing thugs. I don't remember much about that fight, the only notable thing being Torbjorn chasing after a giant alcohol barrel. I'm guessing he worked there or something.

Later on, my sister and my brother-in-law pull me and my older sister aside to talk about something. We sit down on a wooden booth. She gives us both a lecture about how this generation is scatterbrained and can't focus on one thing.

I mock her, reminding her of the fact that, generally, she was also pretty disorganized. I think I remember saying, "Hay gurlfriend, hay gurl, hay, hay, h a y ~ " to her while she was telling us that.


Dream 02: Vick

Eventually, I find myself inside the Thinkspace. It's a grayish-blue gradient void that holds nothing inside of it.


Except for Vick.


Imagine the guy from Hotel Impossible, only swole and wearing a wifebeater shirt. And with a really bad attitude.

Look, I don't really believe in ghosts, imaginary friends, tulpas, or whatever the hell you call them, but this guy was most definitely trying to fit himself into the 'dream guide' category.

He pulls me aside to give me some tough advice. "Back then you at least had SOME pride, SOME push. Even if it was a DIFFERENT kind of drive, I don't want you to die on the hill you're heading."

I don't know why I named him Vick. Maybe he introduced himself as something else but faulty dream memory distorted it into the name Vick. I'll take his advice to heart.


Dream 03: The Cow-Pig-Crystal Planet

I'm out and about during the night, along with my family. My mom is driving the car as we exit the neighborhood.

I think my brother or something tells me something about an exoplanet that could support life.

The scene switches to my room. There's a card next to the old Wii I have, which shows a diagram of the planet. On it, it shows a picture of a human, a cow, a pig, and a crystal. The human is crossed out, but all the others have a check mark next to them.

So this means that the planet is hospitable for cows, pigs, and gems(?), but not for humans. Of course, I think it's stupid, but I keep the card anyway because it looks nice.


Dream 04: Freaky Big-Headed People

I think my SubC may have an affinity for creating fictional races. Earlier a woman in a previous dream turned into a white-skinned, red eyed, green haired, and yes, peach-nippled alien creature; which I named the Dreamwalkers. Now there's a race of native people that...Well, you'll see.

"This incident was more like a "from me to you" kinda thing. Not exactly real journalism."

The dream begins with a stereotypically Boston sounding man (Presumably a journalist) giving his thoughts on the discovery of the exploitation of a native people in the U.S. It also shows a newspaper headline, all in black and white, which indicates that it took place in the 50s.

In the modern day, my art teacher (Mr.L) decides to travel south to meet these native people, probably out of empathy.

Once he gets there, in his old pale-green truck, he goes to talk to one of the women who interviewed the reporter of days gone by. I (The observer) come to the conclusion that these people age much slower than humans. I also see that these native people look like those heads the Olmecs made. These heads are much bigger and much more artificial looking than our own, much like those heads. They're farming tea leaves, it seems.

The girl looks no older than 10 or 11 years old, and is very soft-spoken and polite. She wears a ragged, white dress and a pair of cheap sandles. She is fluent in both English and whatever language those people speak.

For some reason, Mr.L and the girl have to stay outside while they wait for some Bighead to finish doing something. A timelapse occurs, and about a day and a half passes as Mr.L gets more and more drowsy and impatient, while the girl looks completely fine.

I'm willing to guess these people also don't get tired, which would explain why they would be perfect for exploitation. Hey, I'm not supporting it, hell no, but I can see the 'logic' behind it.

The young girl questions why Mr.L is pacing around, and he retorts, "Look, I'm not going to stay up any longer. This is starting to become an annoyance; an iced tea annoyance. Look, don't 'bag me up' or something. Just hurry up so I can get out of here and go to sleep..."

I'm guessing he got what he wanted, as he gets in his truck and goes back home.

Almost all of the details of this dream faded from memory when I woke up. All I can remember of the earlier parts was of a complicated plotline that seemed to involve three main character and ended with everybody getting onto buses.

I was watching everything take place, and I knew that something was going to happen soon—some conflict, I think. I now had a sort of abstract representation in front of me, a rectangular box filled with a blue sand-like substance. It was arranged in little wavy lines, most of them going only a short distance before being interrupted by other little wavy lines going in different directions. I traced a wavy line going all the way from one corner of the rectangle to the opposite one, cutting across the other lines. This would allow the people in the dream to move into action quickly once it became necessary. Their reinforcements would be able to arrive in the same amount of time as it would have taken them to travel along only one of the hundreds of tiny lines.

22.2.18

Receiving a phone call from a dodging bank person. Someone told me to avoid them. I then went through my scattered paperwork. I noticed a cut on my finger, red with a line of blood. I healed it and was relived. On my way out a woman with little clothes on rushed past people outside on the street. A passer buy noticed she had dropped her wallet. She tried to chase after her but the lady was to quick. I jumped in and ran up the steep hill after her. Unfortunately it was a very steep hill and she was now on a bicycle and on reaching the top she had disappeared. I searched the trails on both sides of the hill. Wondering what to do I inspected the wallet and found maps of the countryside and many more of other trails (The maps should the heights of different areas). The woman was clearly a serious trekker. I met up with the woman who had been trying to follow. I woke up.

I am at the movie theater and it appears empty. The way it was structured was interesting as it was possible to drive inside the theater. So I am driving around and being a new driver I am almost crash in to this woman. I then drove around in till I found a movie I like. I enter inside and everything went quiet and inside was empty. I decided to relax at the top of the theater.

I could hear someone coming up to where I am seated. I was then approach by a man who seemed to be disturbed and likely suffering from some sort of mental illness. He threatens me with a wooden popsicle and demands I leave. I tell him I don't want to be bothered and told him I would go somewhere else. He doesn't like the way I walk from him so he starts to make signs of an attack.

I manage to dodge one of his hits and push him away. He then becomes angry with me and pulls something out of his shirt while further making threats. I assume this to be a gun and began running down the stairs to an exit. It was at this point my awareness had rise enough to become lucid. I open the movie door's as I could hear him take a shot at me. As I am outside I decided to wake up as I have a busy day in waking life to attend to.

I had a dream I was brought to a pond where an older asian man said it was mine. Next to what was apparently my family's new home. Many small sardines were poured into the clean pond surrounded by light grey stone. I was happy and watched as people came by to view the beauty of nature. But than...I started to get hungry and thought "a few might be good for lunch". However, i changed my mind when i thought about how they deserved to live life happyily in the pond. The people also liked them.

Next I walked around and was told that i had to run a obstacle course. Specific colors would hint whether i run, slow down or walk. I followed green, yellow and red, till i came to a stop and returned home.(red, light, green, light, 1,2,3 game? Lol) The house now almost looked like my old house. Before i entered my yard though a old man who was acting like a derranged rapist tried to jump me. However, my dad and I fought him back. He was hard but i kept hitting him with a broom till he fell to the ground. A portal than appeared of a woman in a hospital pleading with us to stop hurting her husband. That she would take us to court. I than heard another lady crying in pain in the hospital. Woke up after that.

Notes: This dream, i think, shows how complex some decisions are for me.