non-lucid

20/8/16
Dream 1: In a company, w re split up into groups based on traits or something, very authoritarian, i want to speak with someone different but cant

Dream 2: Minecraft style game, teams, we are defending home with bows, blow up a bit, struggle, then video feed of celeste's birthday party

19/8/16
Fragment: giving money to homeless guy

Dream 1: Playing soccer on jeremys team, goalkeeper, let in 2 goals, robbie yells at me, i leave and train to be super good nd beat him

Dream 2: At a university, room for people on periods, weird furniture and stuff - kinda deild but no lucid

Dream 3: Tom misurellis dad invites me and aidan into a facebook group discussing and collating evidence of Yousong's treason, showing old clips of lectures, classified material etc, i didn't want to incriminate him, maybe involved with marxists or something

18/8/16
Dream 1: looking at dota articles on tv, get in car with dad, driving along on freeway, nearly lose control car breaks down, guy comes after while, swings hammer through window, knocks dome of my teeth out, i get angry and then sort of lucid, spin around and sort of jump to another dream, then drive out and chase him down before smashing him with a hammer, lose lucidity then get home and play minecraft a bit

Fragment: Another dream

17/8/16
Dream 1: In a sort of reality show, stuck in a room/house with two or three other people can only sleep 3 hours a day, everyone is crabby

Dream 2: At horse racing track, then with celeste, her cousin or something has died

Dream 3: I try to get on a reality show, get in line, was first there but only fourth to reach the end so I have to be a donald duck like character

Dream 4: Flying through cliffs and valleys, getting someone to follow me

Dream 5: In an open air classroom, aidan gives the teacher money to buy a salad from mcdonalds

16/8/16
Dream 1: Soldering electrical stuff together

Fragment: Learning about time and stuff

Dream 2: Playing football, watching jeremy's game, getting a bit involved, jonathan and stuff there

Dream 3: Playing a team game, 3 teams, maybe dota, against old primary school people

15/8/16
Dream 1: Using magic to reduce some enemies abilities before a battle.

I was on some bizarre camping trip w/ a group of little people & some of my family. My dad had erected a big tent for us on a wooden platform (the girl scout camp I went to as a kid had some like this). We were all eating camp site food & it started to rain. The tent was gone for some reason now & the little people were trying to help us construct one out of materials around the camp site. My aunt Jill who is only a couple of weeks older than me was being a bitch.

Got woke up by fucking A/C guys. They have been here all day so it better be fixed this time!

I dreamt i invited a friend, Fran, to a house in the countryside. We slept in the night, and at the morning of the next day i offer him some breakfast although there wasn't anything to eat. First i offer him some mint tea, then some toasts. I was walking from the bedroom (actually we were sleeping on the living room) to the kitchen, and from the kitchen to the sleeping place. Then i went to the refrigerator to look for chocolate and honey. There were 3 bars of cholocate left, so i took 2, and there was the bottom of a jar of honey, and the refrigerator was empty. He wanted to put that into the toasts, lol. Then he asked me for some cream (like cheese-cream). This part is really disgusting. I go to the kitchen and fetch from some drawers two pots of cream. I give him one pot that was open but full and i check the other one. He starts putting the content into the toast, while i was looking that the pot i was holding had some hairs that came from the underarm. He was still preparing the toast, so there was no need to scream. I told him "look at this, it seems this is not cream but rather deodorant." He said something like oh, and was undisturbed with it. He finished preparing the toast and we decided to throw it in the toilet. A toilet was right there in the living room. We finished our poor breakfast and we went outside.

We crossed a river, right outside the house to spend the day either walking on the road, or having fun. We were almost crossing when i told him i had to go back to grab the keys. He told me he would call his boss (he actually doesn't work) to tell him he would stay here. I ask him if he wanted me to grab his bicycle, but i didn't hear an answer. So i went back and i heard him saying that the water was cold. It was indeed cold, but i considered also that it was morning. I looked up the sky and it was cloudy, very cloudy, like if a storm were coming. I get off the water and had to walk about 40 meters to enter the house. There were some trees before the house. I look at the sky again, and i saw a grey background with a lot of ravens. I walk nevertheless and these ravens start to fly, like concentrating (and some of them charged) and then flying away. While they flew away the sky became clearer and the storm dissipated. There were like 100 ravens, and i felt tense while i was walking beside them. I didn't wanted to hurt them but i supposed they would attack me, and then i wouldn't know if i would react or not. I was more fearful of my reacting rather than whatever the ravens did to me. So some of them charged at me, like 3 or 4. I still walked but i was having doubts with regarding my intentions, if i wished goodwill even if they attacked me, or actually i was having an intention of ill-will towards the attacking raven. One of them bited me in my arm, and i didn't felt pain, but i felt/thought that something had to be done. With tranquil deteremination i grabbed him by the beak and opened it, but i wasn't feeling angry at all and that was something very good for me, rather i felt equanimity. He flew off but as soon as he was flying, and all the crows were doing the same, the sky opened up and showed that a beatiful sunshine was behind the clouds, and knowing that i waked up.

As soon as i waked up (i knew i really waked up hehe) i had a clear insight for my meditation. The most difficult part of the sitting meditations i do are to keep the constancy in the time of the sitting. For example if i determine to do 1:30 minutes i tend to do 1 hour, which is the normal rythm i have [Im not pushing myself too far in the goal, because i realize it is something i can actually do, i could even do do 2 hours, and 180 minutes would be pushing too far]. I don't do it because i know it's a little bit more of effort and im lazy, but im also aware that the benefits of doing it would be awesome and great. This dream has given me the motivation to endure my meditation, work a bit more, and i know that i will get to see the results soon.

What results i expect?:
-That 1:30 minutes of sitting would eventually be as easy as doing one hour.
-That all the pain that comes from meditation would eventually fade away (not by itself hehe but from work of the meditation which is done little by little)
-That after the pain is gone i will experience some pleasant feelings, and that would be the next thing i would have to deal with.
-I will gain more clarity and tranquility. That means peace of mind.

Some other notes:
-The house i dreamt was house of M. Olguín, of Rio Cuarto.
-The countryside was that which my mother rented from May/June to August/October 2015.
-I actually walked the road of that countryside to the city one day. I walked like about 4 hours and have completed only 20% of the road, so i went back before dusk. I arrived just in time, the sun was setting when i arrived. So it was also a fun day. (The next day my mothers boyfriend came in my bicycle (the one of my friend in this dream) and i went back the same day in that bicycle. He stayed for about 4 days there, but there was food to survive hehe.)

-Yesterday i watched a video of Bhante Vimalaramsi about the obstacles of meditation. It was a great talk which motivated me a lot. I think what it taught me was to accept, be mindful, investigate and continue. Developing this would be something like developing strength (in the mind).

Morning of August 29, 2016. Monday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and I are in bed, though I do not pick up on the fact that the orientation is quite different. Beyond my feet (I seem to be lying on my back) and not that far from our bed, I notice that three young men of about twenty years of age (possibly younger) had been looking at us through the mail slot on our front door (even though we have no mail slot and in fact I have never been in or lived in a house with this sort of layout).

The three males take turns looking at us, which is odd because I think they might also see through the window in the door (although this is not certain) unless they want to remain mostly out of sight. Since I am nude, I am therefore not embarrassed about any implication of having slept in my clothes (as in a few past dreams including a recent one), but I am very annoyed at these imposers.

I get out of our bed (without getting dressed) and get my large barbell (my weapon of choice in many dreams) and go to our front door (of a fictional appearance) and shove it through the mail slot to bonk one of them on the head and continue to strike whoever is within reach after mentioning something about this imposition to Zsuzsanna. (Discovering that unknown people, usually younger males, had been watching me as I sleep is a long-term recurring dream situation since early childhood, though usually non-threatening, and is a dream sign of residual subliminal memories carried over into sleep, which typically represent threads of my own conscious mind or in some cases an unexpected environmental noise. In this case, my conscious mind’s “intrusion” into the realm of my dream self is validated by the mail slot, which represents potential communication between non-lucid dream self and conscious self. Because I probably do not want to wake up yet, I subliminally “pretend” it is an intrusion by strangers, though in some cases there actually are real voices on the public footpath from outside our house when we are sleeping.)

The scene and setting very curiously shifts to one where Zsuzsanna and I are sitting in armchairs (now fully clothed) in an unknown mostly featureless room with the three unknown males who are sitting on wooden chairs. Three small dogs, possibly chihuahuas, are running around and are seemingly a mild threat though they do not come close enough to bite either of us. I push them away with the barbell and also bonk the males on the heads a few times even though they do not directly attack us. I do not really feel like hurting the dogs and we leave without incident.

Later, I am in the backyard of our present home on W Street. Zsuzsanna is sleeping on her left side in a grass cocoon (seemingly intricately woven of thin grass) very close to the west fence. I hear someone talking, probably walking south past our house, and wonder if they are going to bother us by looking through the gaps in our fence. Zsuzsanna looks beautiful. The grass cocoon covers almost every part of her with the appearance of a papoose, with only her face showing through an open oval area. There is a sense of love and peace.

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I had four dreams remembered but couldn't be bothered to get up or rather I conned myself into thinking i'd remember
but didn't

I had one dream before waking up that was nice, I was at some school leavers do and the headteacher was being was i considered a bit mean to various kids. They were sitting on two main rows of chairs facing each other in a grassy field. He was walking up and down the middle choosing kids to tap on the head or do other things that might make them lose their cool.
When this was all over I realised I was one of the "leavers" and it was time for everyone to give each other a last hug before going.
People got up from there chairs and moved towards the first person to hug. One girl with short dark brown hair with pigtails that seemed to defy gravity through her hands in the air and came at me, I was overcome with emotion and we hugged big time. Then kissed. Next thing I was planning on going on holiday with her LOL.

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I realised im not often happy in my dreams, but recently they have been creeping in LOL
Anyways so for me this is a memorable dream, I was quite euphori, with lots of waves of warm fuzzies and super smiley

Morning of August 29, 2016. Monday.



My dream curiously starts out at the King Street boarding house (where I have not been since the early 1990s). I do have some memories of my present life status but it is distorted and also changes before my dream ends. I start mowing the lawn, but oddly, for whatever indeterminable reason, continue to mow all the way to the north side of La Crosse via the causeway through the marsh (though which is more like normal land in my dream). I may in fact be working for the street department as I did in real life, though that was mostly for Onalaska.

I feel very happy and satisfied as I somehow walk all that way, while mowing yet, without getting tired, even somehow casually mowing over some rather large bushes with thick trunks. I feel a bit helpful for others in the area in doing this. Strangely, without even considering it odd or impossible, I end up at the corner of Hamilton Road and Stadcor Street in Wavell Heights (Brisbane, Australia), instead of where I should be, that is, George Street and Sill Street (Wisconsin, America).

On this composite corner of the two locations, where we never lived in reality (though we did live on Stadcor Street farther down from Hamilton Road), there is another version of my family, though I am somewhat confused about it as I am also there (rather - “another me”). My “other” son Lorenzo, a child of the “other” us, is playing near the street. About four police officers are near our front entrance talking with the “other” us. Our house resembles a composite of our present home, the Stadcor Street house, and the Barolin Street house. They apparently had brought Lorenzo home after he had unknowingly wandered off. I start to mow “our” front yard, but the officers remind me that my job is to only mow the public areas.

From here, I mow along what is either Stadcor Street or Sill Street but which ends in an area similar in appearance to where it would have begun near the George Street turn off, not at the end of the street on the other side. The particular corner lot also seems rotated ninety degrees north to east as well as duplicated to the north. This puzzles me quite a bit even though my memory of the composite could not be right anyway (due to the fact it is a composite and not a real layout). I am not sure where I should continue from here, though it is not quite a dead-end, as there may be an intersection that would imply either Corowa Street or Wood Street (though which would imply Loomis Street is “missing”).

As I continue to try to only now work out where I am, I notice a large unlikely feature in the center of the empty lot which now seems to be a park. It looks just like an old mausoleum. This gives me a very eerie sense of mortality and I am soon wary about where I am. Still, I consider that it may not actually be a mausoleum, as why would there only be one in the center of a public park?

Looking more closely, I see a large clock face over what would otherwise be the entrance, which seems like a miniature version of Big Ben. This slowly convinces me that it may not be a mausoleum (as why would a large clock face block a mausoleum entrance) but perhaps meant as a city tribute of some kind. I am still in awe over the very eerie and ancient-looking feature and I do not go any farther. (I do not recall the time that was on the clock as I did not note it while in my dream. It may have indicated the real time, though this is not certain).

I was in some city, it was a really dark evening. It was a district with old buildings, sealed off from the rest of city due to escaped prisoner, only three streets of this district were available. Most people hidden in homes, those who just wanted to drive to another district and got caught by blockade were sitting in their cars. The streets were mostly empty, there was one car and a police van. I was wandering the streets, trying to find some shelter. I was wearing a dark gray hoodie and sticked to the shadows. I followed one street and got closer to police van - it was empty. I looked to nearby car and saw a man in dark gray hoodie, he looked like me. Then I saw incoming group of people, I asked the man inside the car to open doors, but he just sat there motionless. When they were close enough to attack, I jumped back and ran away to another street. I heard some speaker talking about some strange disturbance in sealed area of the district. I decided to run back and find a way to another district or some shelter, but I expected to see that prisoner and when I was back on that street, he appeared again. This time there was no police or any other car. I tried to stealthily get to district exit, but the man appeared again. We fought, my strikes seemed like they had no real force. He smiled, everything went black.

I found myself in some hotel with two people. We were going to some restaurant. I looked at one of balconys and saw that man with whom I fought before. I ignored him. We got to the restaurant and got our table - we've signed in on false names. I heard someone from the staff say that muslims were not allowed inside, so I thought about bringing one there. Then a woman appeared from thin air and joined us at our table. She had short brown hair.

Wasn't able to write this up straight away but I'll try remember what I can..

Dream
I think this was a dream where me and someone else were running from this ape-like beast. At some point I think I was climbing across a few beams.. I saw my hands and became lucid, but I woke shortly after. I was too tired for a lucid and eventually fell back asleep to the same dream.

I'm not going to be fully detailed with this entry but it was weird. I was in my house and with Dawn but he was half furry or animal. I jumped on his back and told him that we would do the dhl mission together but that we needed to get MadMonkey. MadMonkey's voice came up how I imagined it but when Dawn was walking to the room with me Dawn's voice changed and MadMonkey didn't take a form but ended up vanishing. Dawn's voice sounded like Eye's voice but it was somewhat different.

Than Dawn dissapeared and reappeared next to me. When I entered the room Dawn followed and we sat on the bed. I asked him to show me his true form. He said okay and changed and fell into my hand. He was the size of a small hand stuff toy but he looked like a baby cat with redish pink skin and no fur. His eyes were closed as well. I told him he was cute and kissed him. He stayed in that form for a bit than moved until he collapsed and changed into a red puff of smoke. He than tried going inside me. I tried pushing him back but most of him already got inside of me. I knew that these characters that go in me are apart of me but gosh, I disliked it that way.

Anyways I was now being pushed downward and falling at a fast speed. The dream world now became a huge white space with blacks 0s and objects going up as I went down. I could see for a few seconds the outline of the cat form pushing me down. I got a thought about a myth where if you fall down from a very high height in a dream and hit the ground you die. I heard about it from friends when I was a little girl. Anyways I decided that I wasn't going to let myself be pushed around and flew in a U turn up and bursted through the 0's. Than just kept going up and as I flew I thought about waking up. What I got though was a FA where I was staying at my sister's house and it was nightime but she wanted to watch a movie with this guy. I didn't want to watch it because supposedly the movie involved a grandma becoming a spirit and going on a dramatic family adventure. It was also a comedy. I remember hearing the Grandma ask for skittles too in the movie.

Mike & were moving into a shelter for some reason but this shelter was like this one I was in when I was 15. It was a house that foster kids stay in temporarily while they await being transferred to a foster home, group home etc. We were being shown around & told the routine of chores, meal times, our room & so on. It was really odd. But it seemed like it was some kind of normal stop over place. Like ppl were traveling & had to keep moving around. Like ppl were taking in other ppl on their journeys.

Still have a/c issues & my nose hates me.