non-lucid

I had found that somebody had printed off a large number of dream journal entries, about 5-10 of them. Particularly ones of a sexual/explicit nature and those pertaining to my dream guide. They were researching them and attempting to diagnose a psychological disorder.

I remember I took the entries and looked through them. I saw that they were not dreams that I had remembered having. I then threw them away. I was then thinking of how I needed to amp up my computer’s security to keep people from reading these.

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I was walking around to different hotels. I think there was a terrorist on the loose. I became lucid when walking into one of the hotels and did a nose pinch RC. I then realized I should stabilize. I then remembered my goals. I decided I would summon Marcus, since that’s not something that I normally do.

“Marcus, Kuansen Axio Sosumble.”

I remember looking around, confident that he would appear. I saw my friends A and G and high-fived both of them. I eventually found someone who I thought might be him.

“It’s me. I just disguised myself as your [Science Teacher].” (Obviously Mr. [Name Not found], my old science teacher)

“Right. It’s good to see you.”

“Well there’s something I wanted to ask you. Well, two things actually. One, can you make me a new dream body.”

“Well of course, though there is a price to pay. 1000 acts of kindness.” He began speaking in the language of thought. “You see, many dreamers choose to create a self that is different than their real life self. In a dream, the body we choose is just like clothes you wear. They can have some affect on you, but for the most part it’s just a way of expressing yourself. In dreams your soul/consciousness is all that really matters. Manei had me make her body awhile back.”

I guess he was trying to dispel the idea that getting a new dream body was in some way weird or horrific.

I then asked him if he could get me to be a better lucid dreamer. He said he could train me. He sat down at a table in a sitting area inside the hotel lobby. He typed some things on his computer and a virtual training course came up. It wasn’t linear though. It had an entry point on each of the four sides. He then threw a tennis ball inside and told me to run in find it in the shortest amount of time. I ran in. I don’t remember all of the tests, but there were rocks above a puddle of mud and monkey bars. It was really just a test of adaptability, changing styles on a moments notice.

I got to where the tennis ball had landed, in some sand, and dug it out. I then realized there were tennis balls everywhere, each one with a slightly different appearance. I think this was from other people that had failed the challenge. I asked him what one I should throw back. No response. I just began throwing every single one back. I must have wasted at least 20 seconds doing so. 52 seconds was my time, I think. I lost the dream here.

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“Why does humanity continue to advance with such confidence? From the spear to the wheel to the spinning wheel to the internal combustion engine to fusion power to the … well… you know.” (Earth is super developed and futuristically) There are huge skyscrapers and flying cars shooting by so fast they are just a blur.

The camera pans foreward.

“Of all that humanity does, there is only one monument they have ever created that has worried me. The armistice. (A mushroom cloud shaped metal sculpture with human skulls on the surface.) Apparently the artist that created it had used real skulls of world war 1 victims and over the years most of them had been stolen and given a proper burial.

Some other things showed galaxies and the likes. I woke up not long after that.

Splitting today dreams bounty in two posts for tagging purpose.

I'm walking around with my mother and sister in a big house that was split into flats. It's a little past its prime but style rather stylish, with marble staircases and wood panneling on the wall, the floor is carpeted in a camel color and the wood panneling are rather dark. I puck up a orange kitten and hand him back to its owner, a girl my age who thanks me a lot then talks to me about her brother, who's looking for someone to take care of his two jakc russels. I politly nods and go back to my family. Whithout trasition, we're outside another house on a hill. We walk up the stairs that lead in and enter into a veranda that open into a living room with big windows. It's very cluttered but pristine, with beautiful fournitures and tastful decoration. On the back of this living room is a staircase going down into the hill, probably to the rest of the house. The light, is golden and slanted, like the end of the afternoon. The veranda opens in a french formal garden, with a pool fitted in a ancien fontain and a straight path leading to a big manor. Here, the light is colder and the sun highter, like a winter midday. I realize that the pretty house we were in is merely a dependance of this big manor. My mother urges me to accept to take care of the man dogs' as it would allow me to live in the dependance. My phone buzz and it's a text from both the girl and his brother, telling me that I'm their best candidate and could I please answer quickly? I say yes, feeling more that a little coerced into it.
Without transition again, we're in a mall, looking for clothes; mine are falling appart. My sister sprints in first, she's wearing a lovely dress in a odernised 50s' style, in a red fabric with white polka dots. There is two zippers at shoulders blade level, and she open them "to feel less hot" and ma mother says that it makes her look trashy, but my sister doesn't care. We go to the back of the mall to pick up jeans and I wake up.

TBC in the next entry

First entry, yay! Explanation of foreign words and background info in blue.
My female roommate has a redecorating fit and decides to pretty up the flat (which is, as is often the case in my dreams, more narrow than in waking life and has a somewhat weird layout) with dozens of plants. I'm pissed off because she woke me up in the process. Back in waking life, this had happened directly before that dream, only it was my male roommate preparing for work.
Aside from having more narrow rooms (one of my dream signs), our flat has some very warm and pretty lighting and feels cozy, especially with all the new plants. I walk into the kitchen and notice that the oven is on. I look inside and see some rolls and pastries, along with Donauwelle (a chocolate covered cake with cream and cherries) that my roommate put there. I think about telling her that Donauwelle is supposed to be eaten cold, but decide against it because I really can't be bothered.
I turn to the refrigerator. There's a little potted tree on the ground below and I can barely open the door without knocking it over. Inside, I look for something that needs to be eaten soon before it spoils (which I also do in waking life when I open the refrigerator). There are two plastic packs of pork loin. The surface of the meat looks spongy and has been painted with red ink. This is a reference to my day job, where I assist a pathologist cutting anatomical specimens. Ink is often used to mark the different sides of the specimen so you can reconstruct where exactly it sat in the body. Then I look in the upper right corner and see a plastic cube of about 8³ inches (20³cm) filled three fourths with clear water illuminated by the fridge's warm light. There is no sign of condensed water on the cube's walls. Floating on the water, there is something that looks like a beet, with a circle of small brown eggs around it. I don't realize that eggs that float are inedible. Overall, this arrangement looks very fresh and tasty to me. I remember that the beet is a kind of designer food that is supposed to taste fantastic and provide a lot of important nutrients. Before my inner eye, I see a cross section of the beet that shows its several layers, all labeled. The innermost layer is a very dark, moist red and consists of ground berries.
From another room, I hear someone speaking Chinese. I look who it is and realize that my roommate is having an entire Chinese family over, so I decide to take a walk.
I find myself walking on a tarred path between patches of neat lawn. It's fall, and everything looks a bit foggy. Two men in loden overcoats walk toward me. One of them has a wolf-like dog's head with very long and fluffy fur. While they pass me, I think that the dog shouldn't be walking on two legs, and that this must be a dream. But before I can gain any measure of lucidity, I look back and the dog-man has transformed into a dwarf with a dog mask he wears as a Halloween costume. Since it's Halloween (and it really is, oddly enough), that seems quite OK, and I'm lulled back into gullibility. Walking uphill toward a college campus, I see students wearing more Halloween costumes and doing a ritual that in this dream is typical of Halloween, chasing each other around to slap a Speckmaus (a white, chewy and sweet treat shaped like a mouse) on someone's forehead. A guy with a cardboard mask and a red and black lumberjack shirt runs up to me to slap one on my forehead, but since I'm still pissed off I grab his wrist in mid-air and squeeze it as tightly as I can, trying to inflict pain. He isn't all that impressed, gives me a disappointed look and asks me what I'm doing here, I'm not even a student, and I shouldn't spoil their fun.
I ignore him and walk into one of the college buildings, an ugly 60s red brick bungalow. From the corner of my eye I see a tall professor dressed up as a wizard in white felt clothes lecture three underage students half his height dressed in similar costumes. A female student of about my age with dark blonde, shoulder length, faintly wavy hair walks toward me. Looking at each other, we immediately feel a strong connection. She invites me to her room. While we walk there, she explains that it's in the quarters of the rowing club, which she has sort of stumbled into because all her friends really wanted to row with her.
We arrive at the room, which is about 375ft² (35m²). She has just moved here for a short vacation, so it's cluttered with randomly unpacked clothes and hygiene products. One wall is just a long sheet of glass that directly faces a pool without a walkway to separate the two. The pool is a system of winding "streets" that flow into several larger "squares". It is framed by the same neat lawn from before, but now it's a pleasant summer evening outside, and the sun is just beginning to set. 50 yards off, I can see a few dozen people having a pool party with tiki torches.
The student asks me to come to the party with her. I'm a bit disappointed because I thought she'd let me nap in her room, but I also want to get to know her better, so I say she should go ahead, I'd only need to put on swimming trunks. What follows is much less vivid and deals with me being confused about what constitutes being clothed and what doesn't and being ashamed of my nakedness when I realize I've taken off all my clothes except for the T-shirt (an olive green heavy duty cotton shirt) although there's no one around to witness it. Finally, I manage to put on my swimming trunks, and the dream becomes more vivid again.
I look around and notice that the student has a lot of interesting books, but also a lot of things that look like hipster crap, and I think that she must be the well-educated child of rich parents. In the middle of the room there is a heavy wooden desk, covered in the aforementioned clothes and hygiene products. Inlaid into the desk there is a white porcelain washbasin with a silver faucet. The faucet is not connected to the water supply, but to a plastic bottle.
The label on the bottle looks like the one on Gordon's Dry Gin, only with a calligraphic font, and reads "Dirt Water". I turn the bottle over to read the back label. It features Art Déco illustrations showing the history of the product. There's a picture of Queen Victoria and one of a woman in a linen dress and apron stirring something in a copper boiler (the kind they brew beer in) with a large wooden pole. The text explains that Dirt Water was invented in Victorian London to promote public health. Below are illustrations of historical groups of people who used Dirt Water. The only one I remember shows a man from the neck down sitting at a table. He wears a grubby industrial worker's coat and polishes an old Luger with a red rag. The caption reads "Anarchists".
I turn on the faucet and use the water to brush my teeth and rinse out my mouth afterward, being careful not to swallow any. It tastes faintly earthy and I feel very small grains of the eponymous dirt on my tongue. Then I turn to go to the party, and wake up.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream 1: Trees & Trains
It's during the day. I'm with my girlfriend and we're about to cross a railroad which doesn't have any protective measures. A double-decker train is approaching slowly from our left. It looks like a regular Dutch train; blue and yellow. My girlfriend pulls me back a bit because I was thinking about crossing before the train got here. She says something (can't recall what) which slightly annoys me. We pass the railway, though there are a lot of tracks. I think to our right is a platform. The scenery gives of a grungy vibe, not very neat, slight disorder. There are gonna be some incoming trains, but there are pine trees laying on the tracks, blocking them. They are laying rather neatly, in the same way that a train is on the tracks. Moving them is a matter of pushing them forwards or backwards on the tracks until there's a switch where we can push them to another track. My girlfriend and I are doing this. At one point there is one that we leave laying around for too long and it blocks a train (or 2). It also isn't laid down neatly, but stands up somewhat. Somehow all the pine needles fall off neatly starting from the top. I think we make a run for it at this point.

Still daytime, I'm standing alone near one of the train tracks. It's like I'm in between scenarios, as I've started cooking, but a different setting hasn't fully materialised yet. I have some meat which I smell to check if it's still good. I'm in doubt. There's also some fatty parts which I remove. I end up forgetting which part is the fat and which part the good meat. I can hear K (my blond female housemate) talking from my left, a bit in the distance. It feels as if there's a door in between us.

Dream 2: Holy mother of knees!
I'm with a guy who is supposedly my housemate. We're chilling in his room, which is decorated like a living room. I distinctively recall the colour red. I think it's because of a red couch which appears later on. We're messing with each other a bit. I'm filming him while he delivers a speech of some sort, while standing against a white wall. He's wearing a black jacket and I think a white cap. He's a bit taller than I am. He jokingly punches me or something and I attempt to kick him in the balls. Eventually we're down on the ground and I'm in a low squatting position while he's holding me there. I tell him he needs to let me go, cause my knee can't handle this. He persists. Eventually I start crying and he sees that I'm serious. I think I might've felt my ligament snap. A moment later I'm sitting down on the ground elsewhere in the room. I'm feeling up my knees. In my mind it's the right one which is messed up, while in reality it's left. I can slide my right kneecap all the way to the right side of my knee, leaving a sort of hollow platform where my kneecap is supposed to fit. Holy f! This is not good. I check on my left knee to see what is normal. I can slide it all the way to the left side, same effect. Wtf? I tell my housemate to check it out and if he can do that too. I examine my right knee more closely. Just underneath where my kneecap is supposed to be you can still see 3 or 4 staples from the surgery (I never had staples).

This is the moment from which I distinctively recall the colour red, though I'm sure it's not only because of the couch. My housemate has about 4 or 5 instruments. Piano, guitar, violin... not sure what else. From a distance I can hear K again. There's a small window with a slit above it through which sound passes rather easily. She is with a guy. She enters the room. It's one of my classmates, one of who I have never dreamed before; BJ (not kidding here). It feels like they aren't just friends, but it's sort of a date.They sit down on the couch, while I look around for a shoelace. When I look down at my shoe I can tell there are supposed to be 3 or 4 different coloured shoelaces in it. I'm missing a red one. I look through a small drawer I believe. In the end I must've found something, cause I sit down on the couch on the far right to tie my shoes. I feel something pushing against me. It's BJ. Because they didn't spread out evenly it's getting very cosy here. I move to another smaller couch. BJ makes a joke about missing out on this opportunity with me. K says something about how it's not comfortable leaning on BJ anymore, cause he's not leaning on me. I tell them that they don't know how to sit comfortably.

Fragments
» I'm outside in an urban area, I think a residential neighbourhood. It's dark and there's almost no one on the street. I might be out jogging. A classmate comes by with his dog and they pass me. I don't recognise the guy, but I instinctively know that he's my classmate.

» I ask someone about the dreads of a distant friend of mine called Q. I'm not sure who I'm asking, I think 1 or 2 girls I know. They tell me it looks ridiculous. Really? They say that she cut off her previous dreads and started anew, but this time she did it herself and blegh.

» I've entered a building, I believe a university building. Inside are some of my classmates. I can't recall what happened exactly, but it has something to do with our upcoming exam.

Dream 3: WhatsApp distraction
I'm at a train station, on the platform talking to a friend (no clue who it is though). We're leaning on the railing. I'm not sure what the conversation is about. I walk towards the tracks and back for a few seconds. On the way back I hear my name coming from my left. It's a former co-worker, who is sitting on a bench reading a newspaper. I greet him from my current position. My friend says it's ok if I go over to talk to him. I'm ok. A few seconds later the co-worker announces he's gotta go back to work. See? Issue resolved. It feels like they've switched places and I'm now talking to the co-worker. He tells me about the time he was supposed to be back at work by 12:00 but wasn't back until 14:30 or something. How?! He tells me it's cause he got distracted by WhatsApp.

D1 - In student house with many floors, landings. It is early hours of morning and others a sleep or just very dark. At bottom of house there is a food store, full of meat. You can only obtain food if you give an equivalent amount of meat. I would have to cut off my own arm and put it into storage. I managed to cut off someone elses arm and put that in instead.

D2 - E is worried about how his class will perform in final year. He always jammy and manages to get out of trouble. He goes to head and makes presentation, head is taken in. Im annoyed.

D3 - In class , traditional layout, tables in rows, 2 kids per desk, very dark, large blind down. I give children wrong work to do. Work is printed on old printer paper with holes down the sides. I try and get back work but some has been written on. I send some more to the printer as more children come into the class. I look at one childs work, it is a large homemade bound book with thing stuck on and in it. It breaks, oops.
Class line up by window, light is streaming through below blind. child peaks under blind as is worried about being bullied. Bully is boy with dark short hair out in playground.
I try to use computer terminal but I cant remember commands for old operating system dos.
I get to printer room with class waiting outside. It is a large room with rows of old school tables. At the back tables have technicians and terminals and printers.
I walk to a terminal at the back and try the commands, which come up in glowing green on screen. I check printer. Printers, all different, look like scaled down nuclear reactors, spherical, whitish and plasticy.
A technician bustles over friendly, thining hair, lab coat, glasses. He asks if he can help me and busily types away, sending the printer into life.
Terminals they are using are so old they are yellowing, with old shinny trademark silver and black on sides.
Everytime a terminal breaks down it is not replaced hence workers are left here with nothing to do. Young women mess about on benches with nothing to do.

D4 - Another classroom , another class. Children are not on time for lesson. Two turn up and then go into one when told off. One was carrying a bottle into class. other member of staff tries to pacify them.
Child with long mop of hair obscuring face continues to grizzle on way to seat. Other children look on concerned.
At end of classroom is a wooden shed and what seems to be a cliff. there is a fence to stop people falling to there death, presumably.
One child goes under the fence and brings back a bucket full of bottles of something for the kid. He brings them over to kid to my astonishment and shagrin.
I ask for a compromise from these crazy kids.

D5 - Fragment
Somebody told me I was having a big observation the first day back at school due to the pay banding im in. Waaaa scarier than Halloween. Phew was only a dream.

1) Fitting a 2 way radio in the back of my children's headmaster's car. The car became full of water and I was told it was a leak at a tropical fish factory, I saw the field next to the car was full of water. I ran out of rubber bands to finalise the fitting and had to walk to my mother in law's house to get one. I went there got a rubber band, on the way back the path became an exciting running track that slopped down I fell and caught my hands on some brambles.
I fitted the radio and went back to my mother in law's house. the Rolling Stones were playing in the front room and my daughter thought it was exciting. There were 2 other children there who looked really bored. A famous woman was standing at the kitchen table talking about adopting disabled children and how she helps claim funding for it. For some reason she had a large bottle of iodine solution in one hand and was pouring it out.

2) Stood in a lounge, it was my lounge, but it wasn't anything like my actual lounge. I looked out of the window and the lawn was mown with all the clippings pushed up against the side. My youngest daughter told me that it was mummy's new man friend and I was a bit suspicious because I didn't know she had any man friends. My godfather, who is a solicitor was sitting on the sofa, I said hello to the cat. I had an itemised bill from another solicitor and I commented on it to my godfather and he had a look at it. I also read through it and there were several items listing drugs such as cocaine, it all seemed logical at the time.

3) REMEMBERED LATER IN THE DAY. I was sat with my wife and a catapult device was going to throw a manekin of a young girl so she landed on a young boy, almost like in a car crash test. I was warned that it would be upsetting for young children. The catapult fired and the manekin landed and its head crashed against the boy's head. One of my children got very upset watching it. I turned around to my wife who was holding a baby who seemed very calm. Slightly weird situation.

*Gaint dog the size of a horse roaming an apartmemt complex.
*Arnold Schwarzenegger is being an asshole supervisor.
*Talking shit to skater kids as we pass over a Bridge.

Dreamed I was being sedated so people could "train" at doing it... There were people reclining in a long row with their heads wrapped in white gauze, and theur clothes were all completely white. The whole thing was very brightly lit and felt very sterile. Watched a woman - a pretty brunette with an oval face - be partially sedated and then her head was wrapped in gauze and syringes were inserted into her face really close to her eyes in a way that made me cringe. I didn't know how much of it you would feel. Then I was next... But it was some kind of ruse and they were actually planning on killing me or something. But they couldn't completely sedate me, which was a huge problem with their plan.

That's all I remember.

Then, I just remembered a fragment of a dream i had months ago. I was walking through a city with two male acquaintances, both pretty tall. Both of them worked for Amazon as tech people. We kept walking by alleys that smelled horrible, like full dumpsters and raw sewage. At one point I lost them and had to cut through one of those horrible alleys to catch up. It was between 2 tall brown brick buildings and paved with uneven bricks, and just generally gross. I think it was kind of raining, too.

I was panicking about losing them was because they were my roommates, I had just rented the room, and I didn't know the address of the house, even though I knew it was nearby (at the end of a cul-de-sac). I had the key, but no clue where it was, and I was freaking out about never being able to find it - at least, for tonight - and having nowhere to sleep. I didn't have their phone numbers, either, so I had no way to contact them.

I came out at a place that was a border between thick downtown development and a suburb. At that point, the sky was clear and it was nice and sunny. I went up and down the street until I finally found the two of them.

I recall calling my mother because I was upset and freaking out. She sounded sympathetic but exasperated by how irresponsible I was.

The house was messy... White siding, poorly painted white door that was a little warped - the yard was passable, with green grass but not well maintained. Lots of natural lighting in the living room.

Anyway, the guys told me how to get there. After getting slightly lost, I found my way there.

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

So close to achieving a WILD lucid last night, SO CLOSE. I did a WBTB around 2:15 for ~5 minutes, then went back to bed and did some SSILD cycles. After getting through the cycles perfectly I decided to move into a more comfortable position and head to sleep. I had actually wanted to WILD during the process but it didn't happen so I was hopeful that I would get a DILD later on. It took me ages to fall asleep again though, the increase in awareness from SSILD kept me awake for ages... Finally though, I started to feel a dream forming... The images I was experiencing, the movement of my body in the dream world. I could feel myself transitioning into the dream state. I was walking and I looked at the ground, it was concrete. There was a large industrial building to me left, a car park to my right and a main road ahead of me. The first thing to enter my head was to shout 'stabilize' and get some foothold in the dreamscape. Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding! Just as I had felt myself enter this dream, just as I was sure that this time I would succeed at a WILD, just as I was about to break my dry spell... I wake up suddenly to the sound of my alarm. Oh my f*cking god O_O. I had set another alarm for 4:30am to wake me up for a DEILD. *calms self*. I turned it off with minimal movement and tried for the next 10 minutes to get back that WILD with no luck. Couldn't be more pissed . All that time spent to get a failed WILD and then I barely had any dreams because my sleep was short

Dream 1 - Asian wife in the future
It's like 20 years in the future, I had been married to a beautiful asian woman and we had a half-cast daughter together. I remember being ambitious and wanting to travel around the world for work. But my wife was 'terrestrially anxious' which apparently meant she didn't like being off land (i.e. in a plane or boat). So she remained in the country while I went overseas, we split up because of it. My daughter was half-cast asian in this dream and was overseas with me in my fancy house or something. I was happy, but I missed my wife. My daughter wondered why we had even split up but she wouldn't understand. I think I decide to head back overseas to my wife on a plane and try and get back together with her.

I was going to school. It was during a flood. I had maths. I entered the classroom, and the teacher already took me for exam. I had to write a project. I started good, though I had to explain my thoughts on it to the teacher. Luckily I passed. Later when I was back home after school, everything was enveloped with red glow. Alerts in radio said about terrorists attack.

*Later this day i had two sudden exams in a row, in one I had to explain my way of thinking to the teacher. Hope that terrorists part won't get real.

I'm in a place where people travel in lift. It looks like a airport, with white tiles and tired travelers, but people wait around lifts rather that gates. The economic classes travels standing up, twenty per lifts, while paying extra allow you to travel seated, zight per lift. I wait my turn, holding a crystal teardrop shaped phial. When it fills with bright yellow foarm, I know it's time to get in. I enter my lift and open the folding seat, it's red velvet. accross from me is a middle aged busness man, to my right a woman, to my left the door. The lift fills in and the door close with a ting! then we're moving up. The man sitting in front of me starts to go on and on about how he can't différenciate men and women of asian origin and how they all looks the same to him. I dryly remark that a chinese man could say that all western men look the same to him, and of course he is rightfully indignant, not getting the hint.
We get off the lift and I go on my merry way, reaching a sort of seminar. A man hand me inking supplies and I find a table to try them, edging myself between rather famous artists in the process.

I had a multitude of dreams and each one I was with a different girl and I always ended up kissing her right before the transition to the next dream or right before I woke up. The first time I felt like I had over slept so I checked my phone but I knew I hadn't really checked it. It was very vivid and I probably should have just waited to fall back into an entire landscape but I rolled over to check and see if there was any morning light which there was none so I checked my phone and saw I had 40mins left so I started to sleep again.. this dream was a fight match or something in the ring and I was there watching it and this girl I had said hi to (super good looking) was standing by me and I said something to her and she went and showered. When she got back she was in a towel but was wearing it like a dude just around the waist and she kept nudging closer to me so I started making out with her and then I woke up.

Some fragments 🌸

Being rigorously trained for a competition of some sort - remember getting feed back again and again with no let up - Lucid-dreaming camp😃

Amazing Harry Potter dream bits - rushing about on my broomstick with my fellow gang around and behind me - I am the one in front leading us all out of harms way⚡️⚡️⚡️Suddenly the chase ends in a huge old building where many people are gathered. I know that a cirtain badie is standing at the top of a huge staircase and about to come down the stairs and I shout to my friend and grap her hand yanking her away from his view ( because I am aware that this particular baddie uses a cirtain spell from above on people if he gets the upper view of them ) ... As he comes into view I point my wand and cast a serious spell at him
" expectus ...peliyanuus ' I call out but realise I actually dont know the spell or have forgotten its exact pronounciation( after a recent Harry Potter dream I got an app on spells and was going to learn some in WL ... but I havnt got round to learning them yet&#128171
So I backed that spell up with Another point of my wand and a spell that came to me
" finished, dead!!! " I called out ...
- a bit crude but it worked - as I waved my wand I threw the badie into the center of the room and brought another 2 badies into the mix with him from corners of the room and held them all in the air for a moment suspended and I called out my spell again - " Finished,dead!"
They all fell to the ground from the great hight ⚡️with a 'thump' ⚡️when I released them from the levitation spell 🌺

D1 - spent about an hour trying to recall this one using all methods, in end came back to me at end of D2
- walking round streets, nothing unusual. Unable to find way , dissorientated , all streets look unknown to me, alien. Street after street. Eventually get to open space above town. There is a plaza infront of a cathederal. I evidently lose it a bit as I use powers to grow to gigantic proportions. I can see my towering shadow and terrified look of people around. I lose it somemore and there is rubble everywhere, looks like sandstone, yellowish rubble. I am persued by townsfolk and escape to underground tunnel. There a nice lady, clearly spiritual as she has long wavy hair, bangles etc and a sweet smile. possibly elvish but dont quote me on that. She connects my arm to a magical machine with loads of tendril like trailing wires and some machinery. My wounds are healed.
D2 - I am travelling on bus/coach. Troublesome girls put some embarressing literature into my hands. It is white with each page having a different coloured flouresent ink ,pink etc. I grab it not wanting my daughter, who is little to see it. We proceed along the aisle as the bus is stopping. We move down to a lower section and I deposite the material on a seat and rush down to the exit. And wait and wait through those intermiably embarressing moments as the big white door doesnt open.
Finally it opens and I dash off and under an underpass but am persued by an irrate mum and her small son! She accuses me but I deny it, totally red faced looking other way.
D3 - (Cant recall beginning)
Guy with blond hair is fighting shadow men. They are made of black dust. He uses a metal spike or short spear and some cool moves to dispatch them. They break into disapearing clouds of dust, quite satisfyingly. He is tired. I warn him that one is still there in his dark room of ground floor flat. Very long room with central seating area and bedrooms off too one end on a lower level. I tell him he will need a better weapon. I go to use a portal for another dimension, handy. unfortunately one of the three strangely garbed people at the portal is a fake, shape shifter. We kill him but he just transforms into another body, and other...this could go on for a while as there are hundreds of gold rectangular pouches on the ground each containing a different person/soul for him to use.
D4 - i play a strange game involving smashing and combining, not sure, crystals. I am in a large cavernous room, very dark, with a giant pool table. I seem to be either tiny or zoomed in on action with zillions of many coloured crystals on table.
I notice P and S are in kitchen as light is on dimmly. I go to use fridge to find it covered in tons of washing, even door has washing jammed in it. Light from fridge is bright.

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Sleep 3:30pm - 10pm

I'm with a huge crowd of people, hundreds, maybe thousands. We are starting something new, like a new school maybe. They are putting us in order and I end up being #1.

Some kind of a test but not really a test, or they don't tell us. But something happens and people are trapped under water. I'm on the bottom of some U-shaped ditch that's very deep but not that wide. I look up and I see many feet of water above me. Water is clear and there is lots of items in it. I do something and I save the people but I don't see details how or what I did.

Now we are sitting outside again. He announces the results of the test, who was the best. He calls my number, #1. I have to stand up and I say hi while I look around at everybody.