non-lucid

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Where are you?

At School, our class is watching netflix, some educational videos on Social Behavior, after a few videos, the intro
to 'Scooby Doo, Where are You?' pops up. After the episode, it goes back to the main page of netflix.
We all want to watch more Scooby Doo.
I click on the name that we just watched in recent watches and the episodes came up.
Later, I went outside earlier than usual for the buses.
The buses are coming in the front.
Ms.K's there, she asks me "What'd you want?"
I say "16 Pack" she looks at me weirdly, which the look implies 'NO'.

False Lucid/Awakening

I was trying to sleep so I could Lucid Dream. (I don't know how I don't actually become lucid when I dream about trying
to be lucid)
Everything felt tingly, I couldn't move, I felt like I was sinking into the bed. (I was at the old house in my old room)
My vision covered by a wave of blue like an ocean, I open my eyes and the room is filled with water.
I wake up and look at the accounts on the television monitor hanged up on the wall. (The room changed to something more
futuristic)
Left to Right: Cassie, Demera, ____ , Lemera
I wish I had my own account.
Demera comes into the room, I tell her "I did it for you."
My Brother, Alex, asks me if I had the same sleeping experience as him which I did.
Earlier or Later in the dream (back in my old room) I was watching a terror attack on video.
It had something to do with planes, trees and a road and me talking to some middle-aged man.
I remember getting up and covering the computer screen so I wouldn't be seen.

Dragon Ball Alternate Timeline

Somekid is sucked into the world of Dragon Ball, but its different, Vegeta is King and Goku is a "Robin-Hood" like
character. Takes place a few years after two kids changed the Dragon Ball Timeline.
It says in the description "No Virus."
There were lots of Dragon Ball OCs, I saw Fat Buu but he looked a-bit different.
This team of fighters was tracking an evil Majin Buu, we're about to turn around the corner but..Suprise!
it's the evil Majin Buu.
The evil Majin Buu is Female and has a jester like outfit on.
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August 1st, 2017

Morning of August 1, 2017. Tuesday.

Dream #: 18,488-02. Reading Time (optimized): 2 min.



I am with several people on an unusual little island at night. I walk around in a paved area. A small canal divides most of the island about one-quarter in from the side opposite of where I stand. There is at least one big brick building that blocks my view of the ocean on my right.

Zsuzsanna and our youngest son are eventually with me. We go over to the canal. I notice that the ocean on the opposite side of the island, which I can now clearly see, has whitecaps (though I do not focus as much on the waves on my left side). An unknown girl talks about it publicly, relaying a concern that makes me consider if the waves could eventually cover the island. The island’s isolation contributes to this concern but not for long.

I look into the depths of the canal and see a shadowy shape that I soon see is a shark of about four feet long. I tell Zsuzsanna and our son to watch, and we cheerfully look into the water. I soon notice other small sharks as well as a little dolphin, which is surprising, as they do not fight. They do not look real and make me think indirectly of CGI. We share amusement in watching these creatures in addition to several tiny fish. The more active area of the ocean remains off to my right, behind the big building, but some of it is still visible through the end of the canal and surrounding area.

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Zsuzsanna remains on my left, correlating with our sleeping positions. Additionally, this is one of many dreams that lack definition or attention to my left in contrast to a clear focus to my right, which is subliminal wakefulness anticipation (as I sleep on my left side, my right more exposed to my environment correlating in the dream state with its concurrent monitoring).

For over 50 years, water has been a consistent factor of natural melatonin mediation and ultradian and circadian rhythm in correlation with my sleep cycle. The unknown girl is a subliminal reminder of the Naiad factor from high-level dream state induction, though here has transitioned to the RAS (reticular activating system) mediation stage. She is “warning” me about the high waves, a warning about not sleeping too long, the island being the dream state.

I was aware that I was at least partly responsible for creating the ocean creatures, but with no dream state realization. The eradication of the unintelligent hype equating lucid dreaming with dream control is necessary to understand the processes and dynamics of awareness in all modes of dream space. The ambiguity of whether they should be sharks or dolphins (with both appearing without incident) reflects the dual nature of RAS mediation and simulacra transitions, from REM and non-REM sleep induction to consciousness reinitiation.

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Zsuzsanna had a dream with the same content in the same period, including the CGI association with ocean creatures. It happens regularly, with too much matching detail to be coincidental.

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I was back at my grammar school and my little neighbor Arron was selling Girl Scout cookies. She was carrying this heavy looking box so I set down what I was carrying and took her box and joke "Thanks for the cookies" as I pretended to walk away. We all went and sat down by a chair. She pulled out a flip phone and called her mom to come get her. I remarked she had the same phone as me.

Earlier, I had been in the third grade and I had my own desk (like a big old teachers desks) and said casually, "I think I'll just stay here overnight". The teacher said she couldn't let me. I told her I understood because of the liabilities involved.

The dream started out with me trying to use the bathroom, but me teleporting into my younger sister's room instead. <-almost became lucid here because of (LOGIC).
[Scene Change]
I start out as me, although apparently with a perception filter, because to others, I was a wolf. A cutscene triggers, and it goes like this:
1. A wolf gets chased by an unfriendly “domestic” guard dog (wasn’t even the right breed). This guard dog looked like a fully-grown bernese mountain dog, but with white as the main color.
2. The wolf leads the dog onto some train tracks. (did I mention it was early morning here?)
3. There is a train incoming.
4. The wolf runs off the track with the dog to follow, but goes through tall grass, and doubles back to the tracks, and crosses them just barely before the train passes.
5. As a result, the wolf gets away, and the dog trots south along the train, after it has stopped. The train itself had all blue containers.
[Slight Scene Change]
I was trying to find a vehicle to drive and get out of here. I found a cross between a red lawnmower and a track. I then found the keys, put them into the ignition, and tried to make some sense out of all this. Instead, the vehicle turned all lawnmower and no truck, so it began to mow anything and everything in its path. Trying to avoid everything other than grass, I looked for something that would disable the blades, so I could drive this thing out of here. Instead, I caused quite a bit of damage to some plants outside a farm house. Because of this, I ditched the vehicle.
[Minor Time Skip]
It was a few minutes later, and 2 people had woken up. The father and his daughter. My uncle was there too. We were inside the house, as the father ate some breakfast, while the daughter and my uncle surveyed some damage on the kitchen counter (which, apparently, I dealt, but nobody knows that). Looking out the window, I saw the plants I had destroyed. I knew that I had to get out of here. Luckily, just then, I had my opportunity, as the father left the house on the south side (plants were on the north) to go to a building to the south. I then casually left as to not raise suspicion. Then, I woke up.

From teleporting up tall buildings and finding a penny maker. To flying around a schoolyard with an old girlfriend from childhood. To fighting zombies with that same girl. To reading and old notebook from a locker full of books you've read before. To being back on your old football team....So many non-lucid adventures.

All I did was set an alarm every 20 minutes after I completed my WBTB/meditation period. Wake up to alarm, turn it off, set it 20 minutes ahead, fall asleep again. DEILD basically. This surfing in and out of the dream state via this alarm allowed me to have some very adventurous dreams. Why 20 minutes? Because I will never have nor remember a 3 hour long lucid dream. My lucid dreams have been at most 10 minutes long. And that was one time a while back. Instead, I'll divide that 3 hours into small chunks of dreaming. So 1) I can practice my induction technique more times instead of once 2) If I go into a non-lucid dream or lose lucidity, I know my alarm will wake me up so I can try again. 3) If I am lucid, like I stated before, I'm not going to have or remember a dream longer than 10-20 minutes anyway.

I can't wait to continue my journey as an oneironaut!

Morning of July 29, 2017. Saturday.



[I am within my dream state, unaware of being asleep, yet with most of my conscious self identity extant. Still, towards the higher end of REM, my neural energies begin to grow. I associate them with plants, just as nerve roots seem analogous to the roots of plants. The play on “garden bed” also seems present.]

My wife Zsuzsanna remains to my left as I explore an area of our garden that I had somehow not been aware of until this moment. There are two rows of unknown plants, about nine clusters in each row, that are about two feet in height at the most. Over time, Zsuzsanna tells me about the flowers on them after I first assume them to be some sort of vegetable.

[My wife is also to my left as we sleep. The patterns of my neural energies are not consistent within the dream state. This is the biological nature of sleeping and dreaming. Some newly activate and grow symbolically like a plant; symbolism of which I validated in the 1980s; some cease to be viable.]

Around the area of where the fifth group of plants are in the row on my side from my left, I notice a few clusters that are wilted and almost horizontal to the ground, leaning to the right. I feel annoyed and I consider that the seeds had been too close together when sprouting.

[Critical thinking skills are mainly nonexistent in the dream state. Such neural patterns would bring too much clarity to remain in the dream state. Still - I consider a different way that my neural patterns could be more viable in analogy. The vague oscillations of neural energy that I become aware of manifest as Christmas beetles that the plants are actually growing from within the flowers, insects being a more tangible form of a specific pattern of consciousness than water, yet closer to neural energies that would initiate waking. I do not think it strange that a Christmas bell plant would grow a Christmas beetle, or more specifically, one from each stamen. Each stamen symbolizes each dendrite in my physical mind in real time.]

I see Christmas beetles emerging from the downwardly oriented flowers, these beetles having directly grown from the plants. There are eventually more and more of them. I have no sense of wariness or unpleasantness. In fact, I think I might like to keep them because of their beauty.

[My dream self teleports and is now within our house mostly as it is now, though with minor variations in size and layout. I do not immediately realize that having so many Christmas beetles in the house might prove to be problematic. Too many neural energies brought deeper into the residence of my dream would expand into the waking stage.]

At first, I enjoy having all these Christmas beetles in the house as I watch them in our kitchen and lounge room. However, something in the back of my mind makes me realize that it is not so good an idea. For one thing, they start to buzz, yet the real issue relates to their ability to crawl into anything and everything and spread into various possessions. This is something that I start to consider is not really what I want.

[I have decided that I do not want all of these neural energies within this level of consciousness as it will surely bring about the ascent into whole consciousness if I keep them inside. I consider gathering them up and putting them outside. My dream fades fairly quickly.]

My wife Zsuzsanna, in real life, not that long after my dream, brings attention to some Christmas bell plants I had no idea about. There was no prompt from me, and no way of knowing what had been on her mind previously. This follows the general rule that at least one dream per sleep cycle renders material from her essence and her mind.

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2:00am-9:26am July 28
　Rising up against a school that spanks children as a punishment. Grandma's home, garage has free amazon gift cards.
　Admiring girl's throat, not a vampire but in relation to it.
　bird drops little fox, I take care of it and slowly it learns to be gentle and grows big as my pet. Current home

Morning of July 29, 2017. Saturday.



I am in an unfamiliar house but which eventually takes on at least one feature of our present home in reality; the back porch. Zsuzsanna seems to be present at times, though the characters change in unlikely ways.

The clearest segment is when Leonard, the friendly pinhead I knew on King Street (who I had not seen since 1990), is seated to my right on a couch and an unknown female (of perhaps about twenty years of age) is sitting to my left. It seems the female may be looking after Leonard, who may be about thirty in this situation. She seems to be referring to him as a “shingle”.

Over time, I notice he is crying, especially as I ask him, “Remember when I used to call you Leonard?” Apparently, people do not usually call him by name.

Eventually, my dream’s characters transform without me paying any attention to the change. The unknown female seems to again be more like Zsuzsanna, yet “Leonard” is now my fictional son. He is possibly about twenty years old (even though he was an older Leonard - who did look like Leonard - just moments before). He does not look anything like Leonard now and he does not resemble any of my sons, either.

My “son” punches the wall at about elbow level. It makes a crack that goes all the way up to the ceiling but the wall is not dented. He then punches the wall higher up, which then does make a deep dent as pieces of the wall fall out, but there is not as much of an upward crack this time.

I yell at him to stop and he moves to punch me in my right shoulder as I lie back onto the couch. I do not feel any pain. I do not really feel like hitting him or yelling again.

Finally, I say, “If you want to hit something, go out and hit the boxing bag”. I motion my right hand towards the back of the house. I soon look out through a (fictional) window and see him boxing. (The punching bag setup is of the same appearance as in reality.)

He comes back in and again sits on my right. I notice that he is having some difficulty with a pair of boxing gloves. I see that he is trying to put on a boxing glove over his right hand though he is already wearing a half finger cycle glove on that hand.

I ask him if he would like to take boxing lessons at a paid venue and he nods and seems happy.

He gets up to leave with the female and I realize or “remember” he is simple-minded. His body is of an unusual shape, somewhat like with an elongated beer belly. (I do not drink beer and I do not know anyone who drinks.) I think about how they might be at risk in a parking lot by not knowing how to react to ordinary people who approach them.

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Reverse engineering my dream in real time:

• My dream self is subliminally aware of being asleep, though there is no viable lucidity. Our bed transmutes into being perceived as a couch by my dream self. Zsuzsanna is still on my left as in reality as we sleep. My viable neural energies decrease and she is an unfamiliar female.
• Leonard appears to my right as a part of potential dream exit symbolism and the preconscious precursor. He is called a “shingle”, which is related to roof symbolism, which relates directly to the level of consciousness between the higher preconscious and the lower emergent consciousness. (There may also be an additional layer that distorts “single” as a play on coalescence waking symbolism.)
• Leonard is now my fictional “son” and no longer looks like Leonard or like any of my sons. In fact, he is my emergent consciousness atypically “trapped” within the preconscious form. This is why he punches the wall, which represents the divisions within levels of consciousness in real time.
• I move back on the couch to subliminally mimic my sleeping position in bed as he hits me on the right shoulder, which is a metaphor for activating the waking prompt (while patting someone on the back near the left shoulder would be a subliminal attempt at reinduction).
• For whatever reason, there is sustained neural activity and I “remember” (though I am still not lucid) that a porch is a common waking transition of liminal space where conflict sometimes occurs to initiate waking (though this is more often with a front porch). Still, it is a rather odd limited thread of increasing awareness, as I still have no knowledge of where I actually live (or much other viable memory yet) other than the boxing bag’s location and appearance.
• I offer to pay for boxing lessons for the preconscious after noticing he is trying to put on boxing gloves yet also already has half finger cycle gloves on, those of which relate to preparatory dream exit symbolism (as a bicycle symbolizes increasing neural energies in real time, associated with the same leg movements as walking up a staircase, which is also related to the emergent consciousness).
• Finally, my dream fades with association with a larger form of liminal space, the parking lot, and I become vaguely aware that these dream characters are not real and so naturally are simple-minded, facing problems in integration with the real world.

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Soul Stealer

Maggie fell ill at Alexandria mysteriously, me and some other people went on a trip.
I remember there was something about dark clouds, red sky and lightning.
When we got back someone asked "How's Maggie?"
A tall guy looked at Glenn and told him "You did it your self?" out of curiousity. Glenn was looking down at the ground.
A black woman who looks like Mammy Two Shoes from Tom and Jerry comes out and stabs herself.
People looked on in confusion, why would she do that?
She became a ghost and went down to where Maggie was and stole Maggie's soul, Maggie did try to go back to her body
but it was difficult.
Her body was declared dead.

Me-Mow-Rue where are you?

I was at School at some kind of party, I don't remember much about the party.
Later, my Website Design Teacher (He shows up alot in my dreams, weird) told us we have to move to a computer lab.
We're at a computer lab and apparently we were taking the 'MCAs', the MCA had weird questions like:
what is your favorite FFXV games?
We had to watch a video that would help us answer these questions.
Timeskip: I was talking to Adnan, I asked him "Did you go to the party?"
Adnan replied "In the afternoon."
I said "I went in the morning and oh dude, did you take the MCAs today yet?"
He started to complain about the MCAs
Timeskip: Somehow my cat was at the school, I looked everywhere and couldn't find him.
I went to Paulson's room because I know Adnan has a class there (in the dream Paulson's class was where my American History
B class was) but there was only three people, Adnan's not there.
Class is about to start but I can skip it, it's the final hour and I have to find my cat.
I goto the Help Center and I get a brown haired lady to help me, I tell her to call all the security and say
"If you see an Orange and White Maine Coon Cat, make sure to put him in a secure area where he can't go outside."
She said "Oh with the T thing."
I noticed a map of the school and push one of the buttons, I am teleported to G_____ Club.
Meanwhile, the brown haired lady added me to the G_____ Club since I was there.
Back to me, there were these girls and this one girl told me that the buses are here and we're going somewhere.
I told them "I can't do this right now, sorry, maybe next time."
I goto the main office and am worried about Rupert, I look at the ground and there he is laying down.
Timeskip: I am in a car, Me-Mow-Rue is in the back seat.
The windows are down and I try to make sure the windows are at a certain height so he can't jump out of the car.
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I have to worry about my cat getting outside so much it's starting to get into my dreams, more school dreams, more walking dead dreams, I will figure something out eventually.
July 28th, 2017

This dream was pretty freaky. I was in the air trying to help a girl keep a tree up but than a dark shadow came out of the tree and disturbed our balance. I didn't want to let go cause the girl would fall but than she told me it would be ok and to just let go...so I did. She fell onto the ground and eventually I did too. Hitting my head and losing an arm. I could see the other girl lose an arm too and thats when I noticed we were now in chibi form. I woke up after that.

The Blue Beetle


After waiting in the car for someone I somehow ended up walking into my old yard. It was more wide and spacious with odd objects on the ground though. As I was exploring I came across a slender orange/brown colored wolf that began growling at me. I tried hovering above the ground while going in the house but the wolf made all sorts of high leaps to get at me. I figured that bouncing from wall to wall in an attempt to hover at a higher height wouldn't work so I pushed the wolf down hard with my feet than grabbed its mouth to keep it closed. Slowly it began to morph into a black dog that reminded me of my dog max. I let it go than flew away ignoring the wolf and paying attention to the scenery. I was now in a city where a puppy was born and given to me. I pet the cute pup than the scene shifted.
A Japanese guy who I thought was nigahiga but wasn't was visiting us for a special fan meeting. As he was talking with his friend and I, I spotted a roach crawling on the ground."Someone kill it"I said. My brother came and attempted to kill it but the roach flew onto a curtain hanging on a door that I was next too. I tried to hit it and as it slowly fell down....in slow motion...I noticed it was a beautifully colored blue beetle with gems on it. It than changed to a butterfly with a gem and hung on the curtain again but it looked somewhat hurt now. "Sorry...you are beautiful but if I let you live you'll take over the house"I thought. Woke up afterwards

Had a dream where a cop busted some guy selling drugs on a corner from a table. Two old men, actually. They got into a lengthy argument which drew a crowd. Much to my amusement, the two old men and cop were spitting some very wise information. Not lucid.

I was waiting in the car for my older sister but as I was waiting the car began moving slowly down the slightly curved road."Am I pushing the car down with my weight? "I thought than called to my sister to open the door. Once I got out I noticed a group of boys, some my brother's friends, sitting on a front porch of a blue house. One of the boys walked up to me ,took my hand and showed me to the inside of a house where my younger brother, looking younger than he is now, was drawing pictures of unicorns and assorting the papers according to their date on the wall. He claimed it would help him with his brony problem. Although he doesn't care for them in WL.

I took his hand and walked him out of the room to help him by getting some fresh air but we suddenly appeared on an outside stage. The wind there blew hard, so hard that my skirt went flying all the way up, along with my panties. As I tried pulling them down I had a false memory that when I was younger I had left a yellow parakeet in a box and forgotten about it...leading to its probable death. A group of small birds than flew by singing as if to comfort me but I still felt guilty and that I needed to find that bird.

However, my goal was immediately interrupted by more gusts of winds and I was pushed off stage and onto the crowd where I fell in btw the seats.I could hear a older man mutter something as I tried to push myself up but the wind just kept blowing. The scene shifted after that though and I was in my old house asking my father about the bird. He told me to forget about it since it was years ago but I wanted to right my wrong. I had to stop though when my grandma asked if I could help her with something in the kitchen. I ran behind her than watched as she lit a match and put a burst of flame on the stove, suddenly creating a loaf of bread."Woah, thats some skill"I thought than left thinking that she was good now.

When I went back down the stairs A Small Yellow/Blue Bird appeared half way onto a step."Am I hallucinating? Is this because Im so worried about the bird. I know its been so long...since this is making my mind a mess I should let it go....but...lets see if I can feel it"I said to myself than pushed the bird. I felt it wobble than it hopped out while more and more birds began appearing. "I wonder if they can form a trail to my old bird...no! That's stupid. I need this to stop". I than looked away and was about to go upstairs but woke up. Thankfully knowing that I had never lost any bird. But I did put my old dead white bird in a box when I was young and left it in a old dresser in the yard. That could probably be where some of the false memory came from.I did have a yellow bird I gave to my old best friend though.

Eye Again

I was in my living room and heard someone knocking on the door. "Who is it?"I asked but no one answered. I wasn't expecting anyone either so I didnt open the door.

Next thing I recall is I was helping a woman bring all her birds into their cage but when I checked inside a pillow case I found a baby bird doll with high heels.she took it away from me embarrassed than her mom showed her face in the window causing her to jump up. I questioned why she felt so embarrassed by it but as she was telling me why the scene began to change to a beach. I was now semi lucid thinking about how the scene reminded me of a familiar dream but as I saw a manta ray pass by and a shark I became a bit scared. Out of no where the woman from before pushes me into the water and begins to paddle me around. "Get me out of here!"I shouted as I dodged the shark and tried to use dream control to make her push me out in the right direction. It took a while but I eventually got out and the scene changed to my old house where I began calling Eye and looked in a mirror to see lemon juice coming out of my mouth.

I wiped my mouth than took a phone with the intent of calling Eye/Dawn but Eye walked through the front door with someone else, a guy taller and heavier than him. "I told Dawn to stop making me look bad. What is it?"he asks me than watches as his friend goes up stairs to another apartment.I sit on the step with him and hug him but I start to see frosted/Strawberry wheat cereal forming next to him and have the urge to eat the cereal but I stop myself and see his friend coming down the steps. I now move away from Eye who is about to leave and go upstairs to see if I could find something or if he will run after me but after looking out the window than peeking down the stairs I see them still waiting at the door and looking at me. I walk back down and say goodbye after Eye says bye to me than watch them exit. I walk back to my old house living room after that but the scene shifts and I end up in a weird area where a group of characters are competing.

Once the announcer announces the start of the competition I try to catch a teddy bear that everyone is trying to catch. I quickly felt like letting the others win though. It turned out that a girl tan teddy bear with a ribbon ended up catching it. Apparently because they knew each other. I than walk away and see my mom who shows me a book with drawings of people and words that she says is connected to my past. I tell her I don't want to read it and walk away. I end up in a weird tunnel though where a group of soldiers wearing armor try to catch me. I watch as my appearance changes into fighting form than hear background music and singing. I sing along while pretending to fight the soldiers in a hard core manner. The lyrics were something like...

"Fighting for what's right"
Something "Will unite"
blah, blah, blah "Ideals"
and something about pwning the soldiers xD

But one manages to jump on me from behind. I feel like its a choke hold and reach for a weapon that turns out to be eyeliner pencil. I try to use it to stab the dc hand but after the scene changes a bit and becomes crowded with people,the person behind me let go but his appearance changed to a boy. I than turned to watch as a short violet hair anime girl tells an old man about moon flowers she use to plant on her flying carpet.



Note: When I'm recalling the dream I write it in past tense and in present tense. I know others do it too but sometimes I wonder if its a wierd combination or normal.

10:13am-1:18pm
D: I was riding on a horse with and with my two other men already ahead, we tried to overtake a stagecoach that had one man inside and one man steering the horses. My two men jumped on the stagecoach and focused on steering it as I jumped through the door window and into the passenger seats inside. The man in there attempted to draw his sword but failed as I latched onto him and bit into his neck. Note, that this was being done in the daylight on a little forested but well paved road. -skip- In a mirror I look at my appearance, I wear a regal dress and seem to have just a bit of makeup on or atleast blush. I open my mouth and admire my teeth, then feel a tingling pain as my vampire fangs stretch out. Giving myself a grin, I walk through the door to the left of the mirror and enter a room of dancing. People in all sorts of noble attire are dancing in pairs, a waltz of some sort it seems and they are split to leave a path straight to my throne in the middle. I walk down the middle and pay them no mind as I relax in my throne. But before I can make up my mind what to do, the man I fed on earlier in the stagecoach rushes in with his sword at the ready and seems intent on a fight. This amuses my slightly but I have no intention of vacating my luxurious seating. End.

FA: Woke up in my current bed, went downstairs and just decided to do a reality check...because why not? Realised I was lucid dreaming and went around touching and looking at stuff to increase my vividness and it did work. Then I remembered before bed I told myself I'd try to make Rosewood Darkgarden again, I wasn't sure if I wanted to just open the door myself and try or what. So I asked my brother to help me get to the place and it worked. Except the design was off, the atmosphere was there but it looked like a pool instead of a secret garden floating in the water. End.

Non-Lucid. Had dream I was right-hand man to Donald Trump. One of my secret service agents was a green beret. I was in the white house and we were decorating everything for christmas. Donald had a red cloak on.

July 10th, 2017

Scene 1
I meet Carol in a bar. She's dancing. She's in her early to mid-thirties, attractive. The men there are assholes. I talk to her for a while. She's sweet. Likes dancing. But has this empty gaze about her, like she's deep in her own mind. I meet some other girl.

Scene 2
I'm on a date with this other girl. We're gonna make dinner, so we're out shopping. It quickly becomes apparent that I have nothing in common with her. She demands the most expensive wine there, and when I have to check my bank account before paying, she becomes impatient and yells at me. I yell back at her. That's basically the end of our date.

Scene 3
I visit Carol at her work. It's a bright and open workspace. It's nice. Carol is alone in her office by her computer. I ask her if she wants to go do something, or just hang out. She tells me she'd love to, but reminds me that she's at work. Right as I'm about to walk out the door she tells me she's about to go on her break, and I could just pull out a chair and sit with her. I didn't hear her. I walked out the door. Now I'm gone, and I'm seeing it through Carols perspective, third person, as if on TV. Some mean coworkers, noticeably a middle aged woman with glasses, sneers at her for eating her lunch at her desk, saying that the rest of the people are eating in the breakroom, clearly insinuating that they think she's uptight or "too cool" to eat with the rest of the team. Carol keeps staring through empty space, lost in thought.

Scene 4
It's Christmas, and Carol is celebrating it with her family. I hear her dad talking in the background as you see her unwrap the present she received from the rest of the family. The audio of the father is from a few days ago when they were picking out the present. He's talking about how this "present" is gonna crush her, and tells the rest of the family how she's gonna retreat from the world inside her own head. How they should look out for the empty look in her eyes. Carol opens the present which contains a bunch of cheap, shitty, precooked food. The rest of the family finds this very amusing.

I wake up