non-lucid

Before I fell asleep I was reading a book Frank Fritz wrote; "How To Pick Vintage Motorcycles". I got somewhere past Page 70 before going to sleep

Sometime while I was sleeping, I was dreaming that I was in bed and Lemmy (Motorhead Bassist - I had never listened to Motorhead much, BTW) had a motorcycle parked next to my bed near where I left the book. I thought I'd like to tell Lemmy I liked his motorcycle, but couldn't because he's dead. Then he may have rode off.

Yes, if you haven't heard Lemmy did die some time before I posted this.

I had put on waterproof mascara and I tried to wash it off in the shower but it didn't come off so I started rubbing my face with my hands. The mascara smeared onto my chest until it was solid black. My boyfriend was wanting to leave then so I just put on my jacket and left with the mascara still all over my chest.

I was on a field trip and the professor said it was free time to go do whatever we wanted to. I went into a discount store and saw some stuff in there that I thought my mom had made. My mom unexpectedly showed up. She was at least two hours away from home. We walked around the store together and talked some. We went into another store. I vaguely remember shopping in a thrift store and picking up some items but I don't think I bought anything.

I had a dream about being in a college classroom but I don't remember much else about that one.

Then I was doing an assignment in a grocery store where I had to write stuff about the items in the store. I didn't fully understand what the assignment directions were but I think I had to write about 100 items. I was having trouble doing the assignment because I didn't understand and didn't know what to write. I was thinking I had to write about every item in the store. I wrote about some tableware. I wrote something like "Rich people can set their table with different dishes every day because they have so many different sets." All of the things I wrote about had something to do with rich and poor people. I thought that I would write that poor people use ketchup to add calories to their diets. I couldn't figure out what to write about potatoes. I was going to write poor people eat a lot of potatoes because they are cheap but then I thought that rich people might eat a lot of potatoes too so that is an example of why I was having trouble doing the assignment.

Later I was in a car with some girls and they were talking about how the assignment was so easy. I didn't have time to finish my assignment but then I realized that I wasn't even in college anymore so the assignment didn't matter. I went into a store with the girls and we saw a semicircle shaped trampoline with a canopy over it. I was wondering if people could have sex under there without anyone seeing. Apparently the other girls were wondering the same thing because they urged me and another girl to pretend we were having sex under there so we did. The other girls looked from outside the canopy and were like "No, it looks like people are having sex under there." Then the girl I pretended to have sex with started talking about how she needs plastic surgery and the other girls said "No you don't." She had short blonde hair and the makeup she wore did make her look pretty though she had a mannish looking jaw.

Then I knocked on some Asian's guys office door because I needed to talk to him but he said he had to leave and he left. Then a white girl with long wavy blonde hair came and wanted to talk to me and insistently asked me if there was a room available where we could talk so finally I opened the Asian guy's office door and said we could talk in there. She started talking to me about stuff. The Asian guy came back but was embarrassed and walked away because he thought we were doing something weird. I told the other girl to hurry and go get him because I needed to talk to him. The girl told him and he said he will come back later. Then an Asian girl with part of her hair up in a ponytail and part down walks in and starts talking to me. I try to listen to her but the white girl is still talking to me and is mad that I interrupted the conversation. The Asian girl is mad because I am not fully listening to her. I am looking weird trying to keep one eye on each of them and listen to them both at the same time. I stop them both to ask each of them to repeat what they said. They were both talking about the same thing, the cancer fundraiser. Then the Asian guy comes back and we all start talking about the fundraiser together because we are all part of some committee to lead the fundraiser. Part of the fundraiser involves trading a secret for a donation. The most popular secret to give away is what table you are sitting at because the college students want an opportunity to network with the people who are in charge of the fundraiser. One of the girls wrote down her table number on a form. I said I didn't have any secrets and I didn't want to give away my table number because I don't like to talk and I want to sit at a table by myself and if anyone sits at my table I am not going to say a single word. Then I put my hand over my mouth. The Asian guy laughed at me but I was thinking that no college student would benefit from networking with me because I don't know anyone and am not part of any network. This was a continuation of some dream I must have forgotten because I remembered the table number thing from a dream I had before.

And somewhere in there among these other dreams, I had a common dream that I have been having lately, which is camping in a camper with my family members, this time including my parents, brother, his wife, and my two nieces. One thing I remember was my younger niece showing us how their camper was stocked with canned foods.

Really bad recall this morning.
I have a brief memory of being at a bowling ally with my friend. People there were teaching us how to choose the right ball for us. At one point, someone slammed the bowling ball really hard onto the ground.
I wake up thinking about yesterday's science homework, and something to do with defining the word money.
When I was trying to remember my dreams, I kept feeling like I was getting really close to remembering, but unfortunately couldn't remember any more.

I'm at a store with three other people: A guy, his daughter, and his sister. Me and his sister get ready to take the guy's daughter to the bathroom in the store were standing by. As we walk to the store he basically tells us to keep spoiling her the way he does. His sister (we'll call her Jane) said she wouldn't do that. The girl said something sassy. By the time we got to the store the girl was gone. Instead of being in a regular store, we were in staircase. Kind of like this. As we walked up the stairs there were a few people guarding them. Jane easily dispatched them with hand to hand combat. One time there was a guy on the stairs and Jane spun around and kicked the guy's leg and he fell. I asked how she did that and she said you simply kick them right below the knee. I liked her headstrong attitude. Eventually we got to a level on the stairs that was guarded by a group of Asian guys that looked like k-pop stars. They were supposed to be really tough. Instead of being in the usual staircase platform, we were in a room that looked like it was just being painted white and still under construction. One of the k-pop guys really didn't like me. He was saying something like "why do you have to be like that?" I have no idea what he was talking about. The room changed into a tall tower like building with windows. I saw that people would fall out of the windows onto the blade (the metal plate on the front of the tractor) of a bulldozer to leave the tower. For some reason the bulldozer was alive and had eyes. I leaned out and had ropes tied around me so I was able to rappel on the outside of the building. I was trying to stay away from the k-pop guy that didn't like me and buy time for the bulldozer to get here, which it took forever to do. It kept having to back up and turn because it didn't have enough space. I was jumping side to side on the wall of the tower to avoid the k-pop guy spitting water at me. I eventually make into the bulldozer. Once I got to the ground a bunch of people from school were spitting water at each other. A girl from my school thought it was gross and didn't want a part of it. I didn't want to be a part of it either.

The dream starts with me in some kind of train yard. There's pink smoke everywhere, and coins like in Mario in between the train cars. I'm walking uphill collecting the coins when I know that the orks won because I didn't get enough coins. I then had to fall back and secure the other stations before the orks got them. I think some kind of narrator told me this, I don't really remember.

#3

An image of the cartoon show: The Amazing World of Gumball

There is not much I can say about this dream but it first took place in the perspective of Gumball's mother, Nicole Watterson. She was talking to another female by the side of a large ferry boat. Even though I do not remember the species or what physical appearance the women she was talking to was, I can remember the lady speaking of wanting Nicole to come ride the ferry with her to visit her family. Nicole did agree and got onto the boat with her.

The perceptive then focused on the Watterson's location. Inside their house I could see, Gumball Watterson, Anais Watterson and Richard Watterson (Darwin Watterson wasn't present). They were arguing over something whilst in their living room and Richard looked extremely aggravated and ready to strangle Gumball. Whatever they were fighting about, I remember Gumball stating that he wasn't responsible but Anais glared at him telling on him to Richard. Richard became more furious and chased after Gumball right out of the household.

There was a car parked in-front and Gumball got inside and started it up. Richard still chasing him while he drove off the scene but my perceptive changed to Gumball arriving where the ferry his mother was located (There wasn't much info on why he was drove there, but my instinct was that he want his mother to travel off away from home).

By the inclined pathway onto the boat was another female creature (still can't depict the physical appearance or species) and she told Gumball that he cannot get on the ferry. Gumball thought he could prove himself to the lady as he headed over by some sort of loading dock (which was right next to the inclined pathway). There was a brown wooden shelving with some wine glasses all unorganized on it. The lady from near the boat's entrance could see Gumball's intention of proving his worth as she told him, if he could orginize the glasses on the shelves then he could get on the ferry.

He proceeded on doing so. This is where it gets weird. At the moment of him agreeing to it, I could see myself (in first person view) being on the other side of the wooden shelving assisting Gumball. Without any identification of my physical form I started to rearrange wine glasses. Gumball did not take notice of my presence or what I was doing but I eventually got snapped back into the waking world when my mother yelled out my name from the living room stating that she ordered pizza.

• Notes — I figured this dream was associated with my conversation with my fiancé, Shadow, before I dozed off about self-awareness and reverse reality check (we were studying more in depth with WILDing). Though I really am a sucker for thinking I have an importance in existence, my fiancé began stating the reasons he felt as to why I exist:

::: (Telepathic talk recorded via Skype | Posted with Shadow's permission) :::

[6:06:05 AM] Shadow The Hedgehog: "Well....if you didn't exist then I would't have someone who accepted me for me."
[6:07:12 AM] Shadow The Hedgehog: "If you didn't exist then there wouldn't be someone quite like yourself who can make all the little horny creatures happy."
[6:08:14 AM] Shadow The Hedgehog: "With someone else, it wouldn't be the same."

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Shadow had also mentioned in the past that I was needed for many other reasons. That without me, there wouldn't be him and so on and he would end himself due to it. Observing the situation Gumball was having and the flashback of his mother leaving kind of reflected the many struggles that my friends more so likely go through on a daily bases. Myself being somewhat of a ghost/spirit helping Gumball rearange wine glasses so he could go to his mother (presumably) reminded me of how I help ease my friends' stress and be as much of a help as I can for them. There is the thought of me being the replacement or, ghost-like residue of Darwin Watterson since like I mentioned before, he wasn't present and he's usually always around Gumball.

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• Date — 1/15/2016

• Went to bed — N/A (I dozed off during the morning because I haven't slept last night - *Shadow wacks her with a stick for not going to sleep when she's supposed to*)

• Woke up — 1:39PM

*Time logged — 4:00PM

• Total sleep — N/A

• Stress level throughout the day — A little annoyed when my mother woke me up the first time (before I had the dream) to make her toast.

• Techniques/Practices —

*Daytime — N/A

*Recall — N/A

*Inducing Method — N/A

• Dream Signs — N/A

• Perceived Length — 10 minutes

• Emotions — N/A

• Awareness — None

Bed @ 2245
Woke @ 0525 (slept for 6:40)

Hanging a poster
I'm at Jeff's house, about to hang a large sheet of paper (a poster or some-such) on the back of a door. As I look more closely at the door, I realize it's actually got a smaller, much fancier door somehow attached to the side facing me. I also realize the whole thing is very nicely finished (a dark stain) without a blemish anywhere. I realize there's no way I can use push-pins to hang up my paper. Jeff says it's OK, though his manner says it really isn't. I tell him I'll use some masking tape or painter's tape if he has some, but he says he's not sure. I look around and see a roll of something, but it's not blue tape. I realize the door isn't actually attached to anything, but is rather propped up against the wall behind it, and I look behind it to find a whole pile of rolls of tap, including a few rolls of blue tape. I grab one and start to pull a strip off, but then I realize it's not painter's tape but is actually drywall mesh. When I look back down at it it's not even blue. Why did I think it was blue? I reroll the mesh and look at the pile again, but the whole thing is drywall mesh.

Now I'm in a storage room looking for painter's tape. Once again, I find plenty of drywall mesh - including some blue stuff - but no painter's tape. Now I run across a strange box advertising something about gender equality with lots of pictures of lightning bolts. Now I'm watching a promo video for it. It looks like bot both the husband and wife need to wear a wire garment, and when the wife doesn't like what her husband is doing she can zap him, but she gets zapped too (hence the equality bit).


Lab investigation
A woman is investigating a lab. Before she can react, the place fills up with a translucent green goo which sweeps her down a tunnel. As she's carried through the tunnel a strange worm suit ends up getting built around her, and when she comes out the other end she's a giant flying worm. Scientists start attacking her, but she manages to flee. Now she's back to human, though still a little red/chafed from her adventure. She's outside the lab, at night, talking to a guy - tall, wide, with a big beard - who ends up being a traitor. Something happens with lasers. He takes a shot at another guy, but he's got a gizmo that turns any incoming shot into a giant cucumber and shoots it back, so the traitor is killed by a giant cucumber through the head. Now there's something about Stargate's later seasons.

Fragment: I'm in church, after Sunday School, talking to Sam about fixing the door frames in our house that don't work quite right any more because of house sagging.


BTB @ 0545
Woke @ 0730 (slept ~1.5 hours)

Plane watching
I'm watching planes taxi down a road. It's really congested and looks like a big traffic jam. Some of the planes are taking an "exit" off to the right.

Now I'm standing on a runway talking to a guy who I know to be a drone pilot. He's holding what looks like a generic take-out box with some numbers written on top, but somehow I know it's his drone remote. Another guy is standing nearby holding two of them; he's clearly more experienced, while I believe this is this guy's first drone flight.

Now I'm seeing the road again. The newer pilot explains that all planes have to take roads AM3 through AM9 from the hangars to their assigned runways. There's a building off to the left, and he calls it the AM building.

Now I'm seeing one of the drones - basically a full-sized airplane with no cockpit - taking off. I wonder why the drone company doesn't have its own runways since that would clearly save so much time.

At a course I am pissed off with the lecturers, so plan a walk out. We all swarm to the exit to the disbelief of staff. However i have second thoughts and at the last minute teleport back into the lecture hall so as not to get in trouble Oo naughty naughty.
I then start to feel really bad about the lecture staff , and suddenly one of them has a terrible open sore. It look ugh like the mummies I saw at the museum maybe, I can see through to the bone and sinew ick. I ask them if they know about reiki and I use my healing powers to fix his arm. The tissue starts to grow back but I figure it will take a night to fully regrow.
The other guy wants to race, so I run with him, but cheat teleporting every few seconds instead of running.

The good news: I HAD TWO LUCID DREAMS!!!

The bad news: I wasted them both.

It was all very confusing.

I was at this family party thingy. My aunt arrived and sat down at the table. My grandma was like "your aunt thinks everybody hates her". People around us went a bit "well, nobody LOOOOVES her", so I felt a bit bad and decided to go over there and say hi to her.

When I got there, I tried my best to be pleasant, but I messed it up and went all "hey, aunt X, how are you!? I'm glad you're here for the party! Why didn't you say hi to us when you arrived?" and she didn't take that very well, so she said she'd curse us all and left.

I wanted to go after her to apologise, but everyone was reacting to her words. I couldn't see anything very well, it was like my eyes were partially closed and I couldn't and I couldn't focus the little that I could see.

This is when I realised I was obviously dreaming. This type of thing only happens in dreams. However, I was sure I was about to wake up, since that always happens when I can't focus my eyes in dreams. So basically it went:

Me: I'm dreaming, obviously! I'll wake up now, though.
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me: ...uhm...?
Me:
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Me:
Me: I guess I was wrong! Okay, this lucid dream is here to stay! Now what should I--

I woke up.

I fell asleep again and I was back to a family gathering. My cousin, my aunt's daughter, was extremely sad. I learnt that my aunt had killed herself, blaming us all for her suicide. I wanted to comfort my cousin, but she didn't want to leave the place. She said her mother was at the elevator. I told her that it was impossible and I went there myself to prove her wrong.

When I got to the elevator, my aunt's "spirit" was haunting it. She laughed maniacally and I flew against the walls of the elevator. I couldn't protect myself against my aunt, so I started praying to God. Somehow, that worked and I was able to get off the elevator, but I was still very confused by the whole thing.

Once again, the whole "I can't focus my eyes" thing happened. I was relieved to find out it had been one bad dream. I took a deep breath and decided what I wanted to do with the dream.

And I woke up again.

Except that I didn't. It was a FA. I "woke up" and I was terrified about the whole thing. I got off "my bed" and I found myself at this weird shop. It was like someone's attic, but full of clothes. My mum told me I could wear something, but I told her I couldn't. I told her that, in my dream, I had promised God I'd be different if he protected me. I felt like he had done it, so I was now under the obligation to keep my promise.

My mum was weary of that - we're not a religious family AT ALL - so we were leaving that place when I ran into my cousin. She was sad about her mother's death - which apparently really had happened, and not just in my dream's dream - and she looked sick.

We tried to help her and we found out her arms and her torso were all cut. There were old scars, from both cutting and burning. It was all very sick and I understood that my aunt had made my cousin do all that from an early age. And now, even though her mother was dead, she couldn't stop doing it. She was also very lost.

We kept trying to get her to open up to us, but it wasn't going very well. I ended up going to this weird house. The dude who lived there asked me for my help and I agreed to help him. Then, my cousin and her brother - also my cousin - arrived there. The first thing they did when they got there was to smile at each other. They said they could feel my aunt's spirit there.

It didn't make me feel good, but I shrugged it off. The dude told us he needed help to hide a body. That was when I realised he was covered in blood, and it wasn't his. I guess my promise to God didn't forbid me from hiding dead bodies, so I went for it. There were people outside trying to see us, they didn't know anybody was inside the house. So I got nervous they'd see me, but I woke up.

1/15/2016

I was in Katipunan-Aurora area at night. I was walking with some people. We were going to cross the bridge over Aurora but it was cut in the middle. It was as if the other half of the bridge was just gone. We had to go down, which was tricky.

Daytime. I was trying to do some parkour flows in some ruins. I was with some friends. I watched S teach a new flow.

First dream i dream about being in a shopping:
-First i was with my younger sister, she was buying a hamburger.
-Then i was with Fran. He wanted to purchase a puzzle game. I stood by his side, probably i had to answer as well. Then i note that the ladies were just walking there.

Then i was on school, talking about Game of Thrones with Fran. Then he talks about it with another classmate called Mili. Then he just layed on the floor, to sleep. We were on a break. I was just sitting on a table talking with some classmates called Ro and Mica J. Mica handed me a brochure with ten points, and she asks me, remember these? I said yes, i do. The number 8 specially. I don't know what that brochures were but i seemed to know in my dream. Then a woman comes, she was interviewing groups. I didn't mind to go and get interviewed but i refused. So she appealed for kind of threats. She said, well i will have to call by names of the lists. It was actually the same, and i didn't care. She wasn't a teacher. Anyways she left with a group.

Then i find myself in a walking path/road in a forest. I was with two older guys. I was being chased and suddenly the chaser came. He was Salva's bigger brother. But he came out of prision, he was something like Sideshow Bob. I hid and the two older guys said they didn't know where i was. Then i was being tired of seeing that. I knew i was stronger, those enemies were strong too but behind my capabilities. So i came out and grabbed this guy by the neck.
Then i find myself coming out of a roof, from a house located in Hugo Salvai's shop. I came out of the window of that house, (it looked like a realistic dreaming scenario, i had high awareness but no lucidity) and the front yard had yellow flowers with healing powers. Immediately when i came down and stepped into the flowers i knew the powers of those flowers and adquired them as well. Since i was the first i was the only one that i could adquire them. Then i saw these people, now they were 2, were chasing me on a car. I run in the opposite sense of the street, with a great velocity. And i continue running. I didn't care if a car hitted me, i would jump. My velocity was about 40-50 km/h. After about 5-6 blocks i stopped in a cafe, next to a building, with the intention of jumping the wall and hiding in the building. I just crashed on that open cafe and went on invisible mode, so people in there couldn't see me. By that time i knew i was being chased and i heard some noises of Waking Life, so i knew i was dreaming. I suddenly woke up.

15/1/2015 (thu)

Fragment
-Taking part in a sniping/shooting competition.

ND "Funeral"
I am at a funeral, it is not apparent who it is for. Possibly Alan Rickman? A guy asks me to give a speech/eulogy. I remembered my Uncle's funeral and how my Dad's voice broke when he gave a speech about his brother. The same thing would happen if I tried to speak, so I believed. I've never seen my father cry, but hearing the sadness in his voice during that speech is one of the saddest memories of my life. The guy pestered me about not wanting to give the speech, constantly asking me about it.

The dream changed and there were people playing a party console game. Their scores are posted up on the wall, along with pictures of cartoon dogs. They invite me to join the game. Another person, a young girl, starts putting in their name as 'Princess'. It shouldn't fit, as the limit is 5 characters.

Anyway, to go with the game everyone is supposed to have injections. The others get theirs, but not me. The woman giving the injections checked my eyes to see if I was already high, not believing that I didn't already get one. She thought I was some stoner trying to get another hit. There is a mirror nearby and my pupils are dilated, so she might be right. Maybe I did take something.

Well, we sit down to play the game, which is no longer on a console but a tabletop RPG. When it gets to my turn, another player, JK, tells me to disrupt the fight. So I describe throwing a stick at the enemy that JK is in combat with. After my turn, I spot a bed in the corner of the room. There are two ladies under the covers, giggling, they beckon me over and I get in bed with them... *adult bit snip*

ND "Riding on the Footpath"
I'm riding a small motorbike with an extremely thin front tyre, about mountain-bike thickness. I ride down a narrow footpath on the side of a road. There are trees and grass on the other side. A few groups of people pass but it is mostly quiet, no one seems to mind me using a motorised vehicle on the footway. The path turns into an obstacle course with wooden beams and ruts in the mud. I manage to jump and ride over them.

A family with a push chair move along the path and so I divert onto another route, avoiding more beams of wood strewn on the ground.

Later I get to the office. TR has already arrived and we chat. There is a mirror and on it confidential information has been written. We wipe it off with a towel. Also, we have small coins, about £2 size. They are electronic devices like smart watches but much more complex. I realise there are two of them, and give one back to TR. Someone talks about the boss taking AJB to dinner.

That was either a false lucid or I was just on the edge of being lucid. Why? Although I remember saying I was lucid I didn't decide to RT or stabilize, I didn't look around, the dream wasn't particularly vivid and I don't remember much of it, although it seemed quite long...apart from that everything was fine LOL

I remember deciding to fly (fool!) As per usual in my “flying” dreams I couldn't fly very high and I remember deciding that was due to “gravity” restricting how high I could fly...when, of course, the very act of being able to leave the ground at all has already overcome the worst effects of gravity...that flawed logic further reinforces the fact that even if there was the presence of some daytime neurons/minions they had clearly only just got out of bed and were resenting it.

I remember “interviewing” two Polish women re their suitability for accommodation in my home. One was saying something about university qualifications (in DC-speak...mainly waffle) I remember asking her whether it was really that bad in Poland and her nodding. I also remember saying that “it was sad that the Polish president didn't listen to his people.”

Of course Poles are economic migrants not refugees so that's got mixed up with the greater problem. The bit about the Polish president is intriguing because I clearly remembered issues about the new Polish government but that's due to it's policies re the current refugee crisis.

How many points on the LD Richter scale? 0.001 I think...

Morning of January 15, 2016. Friday.



This dream was really odd in what I first thought was random distortion, though I soon began to grasp at least three layers of meaning in a fairly short time, one layer (the most likely, I think) which I will share here.

I am making love to Zsuzsanna in an unknown and unfamiliar setting - what seems to be a fancy hotel room. The made bed (closer to the cater-cornered door than where we are) has its headboard against the wall. I am directly on the right side of it on my back on the carpeted floor, facing the opposite direction of the headboard (with my feet closest to the table and lamp near the wall). Zsuzsanna is on top, first facing one direction than facing the other (in two different events - the sense of touch and localized awareness of heat being very elevated).

I am becoming more and more aware (though not lucid) and soon notice several miniature wolves (slightly smaller than a cat) running around in midair (at about shoulder height), one directly above the pillow. These wolves are not threatening in any way, just mildly distracting. I start to wonder how many there are or if they will become less chaotic (for example, to form a straight line somewhere).

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My reasoning was almost stumped until my interpretation ability flowed naturally. What do people supposedly do when they want to sleep? Count sheep, of course…miniature imaginary sheep that hop over the would-be sleeper and his pillow and are sometimes imagined as floating in the air. This is inverted on possibly two levels. Instead of counting sheep, I am already in the dream state, so the “opposite” form appears - wolves. They are also not lined up to count, implying the dream continuing without waking (though they still may imply the waking mechanism since dreams often implement opposite “what if” ideas). There may also be an association with sheep as related to the popular non-word “sheeple” to describe unaware people. Wolves imply freedom and intelligence over the unaware conformist. However, something being in mid-air, I happen to know (by being directly told in the dream state) that it may sometimes mean “not getting enough support”, which may relate to my perception of much of humanity as not being very aware - or even interested in their own mind and dream states.

Dream 1 - Just thinking
It was less of a dream than just an internal debate and though process revolving around star wars and Anakin Skywalker. I was very intently just thinking about it and had some visuals but I noticed I was doing when I realized my alarm was vibrating next to me.

Dream 2 - Grudge
I really didn't want to write this down but I ended up doing it anyways >_<
I'm in my room watching a movie on a small TV with a DVD player (I don't have this in my room in RL). The movie is 'The Grudge' and it's pretty much in first person with me as the victim of the grudge. To make things worse the movie set resembles my room.. On one side of the room there's a hole in the wall, and the opposing wall on the other side of the room has a hole in it too. Things get pretty freaky as the main character goes insane and is imagining himself trying to stab another version of himself, but it's all happening in his head. I see what he's imagining first (it goes to 3rd person perspective now), I think there's another version of him and he's trying to kill him with a knife. The camera pans right then back left to the guy but now we see what's actually happening in reality. All we see is the hole and there's a hand coming out of it wielding a knife, flailing around wildly. The camera continues to pan left to the other side of the room where we see the man with his arm in the wall, he's consumed by raged. The movie ends and I 'wake' up, as if I had fallen asleep after watching the movie, had a dream about it and then woken up. I'm on the floor and I'm pretty scared, I had a blanket on me and it's pulled over my head, I don't want to take it off incase the grudge is there... I know that the grudge doesn't exist but I'm still scared. I think I'm trying to go to sleep but decide to get up instead. I head over to the TV and eject the DVD, it has 'How to Train Your Dragon' on the other side of the disk, yikes. I feel sorry for the kid who watches the Grudge by accident .

I had 2 other dreams which I thought I committed to memory but I can't remember them clearly enough to write about them