non-lucid

Transitioning from a scene where I'd been holding a sword, thinking about the danger of carrying a sword without a sheath, fully aware this wasn't about literal swords.

Three siblings meet on a road after a long time apart. One of the brothers is wearing armor and leading a small group of people fighting for some cause in his name; there's less than a hundred of them. The other brother and sister have just appeared hovering in the air, having traveled a vast distance in moments. The brother, I think of as a young version of myself; he's dressed in black, and says nothing throughout the scene, and there's a bloody vertical line over his heart, which I associate both with the heartless motif and with the sword in the previous scene. The sister is dressed in vibrant green, and I think of her as a witch. I'm thinking how much they've all changed since the last time they saw each other.

The brother with the small army asks his sister if he could move like they do. She says he could, but he'd have to start wearing higher collars. It's a reference to the scar over the other brother's heart, who looks uncomfortable at the mention; the implication of her words is that this isn't something to enter into casually.

I'm looking at the army traveling with him, and thinking about how much they've changed as well; I remember them with paint on their faces, thinking of them then as closer to a family rather than a lord and his followers, and I'm thinking that they've lost their identity, changing to suit the land they're traveling through. I'm thinking they were better off before they took up this cause.

I had the audacity to try and stop scary guy (king in GOT) from hitting someone (his daughter?).
So he picked me up by the throat and hit me about a bit then throw me to the ground.
I felt totally powerless...

(Evidently feelings of being overwhelmed from 1st day of school term)

Went off and met two guys, in dream were Australian workers having some lager. Recognised as teachers I knew.Plotted to go back and overthrow evil king.

9.2.15

Sleep 2pm - 9:40pm

1.
I'm visiting friends in thier new place. It's a huge building, more like a hotel. It's super modern and safe.

I'm going to take a shower and it seems like the showers ans sinks and all that are arrainged in a long room that is devided by doors. Access to this room is from the hallway via many entries. So when you get inside, you lock the doors on the lef and right and the entry and that part is only yours. I do that when someone tries to get in. A kid is pushing a stroller and tries to keep the door open to get through, with his family following him. I ask them to use another "unit" since this one is already occupied. It occurs to me, that this expensive housing doesn't provide private bath for the renters.

Now I'm in a room with some kids and their mom from the place AH. Suddenly mom floats up in the air, laughing, that washing machine next room always does that to her. I feel the pull too and now I'm also floating up.

Next we go for a walk outside of this building. There is a long garden alongside the building. Individual gardens are not separated by fence, but they are one long thing, just like the bathroom was. It's also wery narrow, only maybe 25 feet wide because of the cliff. The gardens are very green lush, lots of grass, flowers, hanging plants, vines on support structures.

The ledge is very abrupt and it looks like the space behind it is very deep. I don't see it, but I can imagine. One of the kids I'm out with steps close to the ledge. Now I can see the clouds next to us and that gives me feeling of how high we really are. I tell him to step back a bit and this little brat steps closer to the cliff, so part of his foot is actually overhanging. I get pissed and scared and then he steps down and starts carefully walking. I realize on that part there is more ground underneath, not a dropoff. I tell him to get back right away but he is not coming. Maybe he knows what I will do to him when he does : P

2.
A guy walks near me but I don't look. He asks about our shoes next to the door, if the collection place takes them too. Somebody says yes, so he throws 2 pairs into his bag and he hurries down the stairs. Now I look and it's a dirty homeless dude. I grab him by the shirt collar to stop him and yell at my dad to come quick.

3.
I just pulled my pants down and I'm sitting down to the toilet when my auntie walks into the room. Toilet is in the middle of some room. She tries not to look at me and I try to pee, but can't with her being there.

She asks why I din't make coffee yet and we look at 2 water boilers and I tell her which one boils water faster. But I point out that none of them are plugged in.

4.
Few days ago - Ophelia calls me to get on the internet

Kyte is a volcanic moon orbiting far from a large reddish brown gas planet with an apperance not unlike Jupiter, only it is larger and has a higher percentage of heavy elements. Only the planet is closer to its parent star. The parent star is an orange dwarf with a little less than half the mass of our sun. It is a part of a binary system with a red dwarf, but the red dwarf orbits far out and is barely visible in the daytime sky. However, at night, it is quite visible, meaning that there is a sort of "twilight day" when the smaller and more distant star has risen but not the primary star.

The moon is much smaller than earth. 0.22 earth masses and fairly low gravity. There is an atmosphere with a high amount of noble gasses. Notably argon and xenon. The atmosphere is a snowy grayish color at sunset and sunrise and has a slight purplish tint during the day. There are clouds but they are often very thin and wispy. At the lowest points the atmospheric pressure is about 0.7 atm.

The terrain varies little, though the entire surface of the planet is black and gray, due to very high carbon content. There are a few deep canyons and impact craters. Though most of the planet is relatively flat and sandy. Sand is carried by the strong winds and occasional storms that blow through and made into dunes.

Though the moons' most notable feature are the large volcanoes spread out across the surface. They are concentrated near the equator but are present nearly everywhere. They have an unusual sweeping shape, beginning with a shallow slope and sweeping upward to nearly vertical chimneys miles tall. Most of these volcanoes are dormant or extinct but a few are quietly erupting small amounts of magma in deep channels running down the side.

The planet generates anomalies in the magnetic feild of the parent gas planet. This coupled with tidal heating and heat from the sun ensures that the moon is rather warm. Due to its dark color, it has a very low albedo and surface temperatures range from 80-150 degrees.

The moon has its own sub-satellite, an asteroid known as Nobal. It is only a few miles across and spins too fast for gravity alone to be keeping it together. It is theorized that it is one single rock being held together by chemical bonds.

Fronz is another moon in a very close orbit around the gas planet. Due to its orbit, it is believed that in a few million years, it will pass the roche limit and be torn apart by its parent planet.

It is much larger than kyte, about .43 earth masses, but still small. The moon is made mostly of water-ice with trace amounts of ammonia and oxygen in the atmosphere. Though the moon is mostly covered in ice, near the equator the ice melts resulting in a narrow band of water. The moon has complex weather patterns including snowstorms and snow-hurricanes.

There is a third major moon orbiting the gas planet between Kyte and Fronz, but no information is given, though it has importance. There are also dozens of smaller bodies, presumably captured asteroids. Kyte and Fronz are very important because together, they posses all of the necessary resources for long term habitation. Bases will be set up on both moons, but a large orbital habitat will be constructed between the orbits of Kyte and the unnamed large moon. Supplies will be mined from these moons and shuttled to the orbital habitat.

I close my laptop and abandon the project. It is something akin to Kerbal space program with is somehow also 'real' at the same time, and I feel very frustrated/sad that I have abandoned it. I 'remember' having worked on it for a very long time. I have to go to the store to look at quartz crystals with my mom. Should have become lucid. Space/planets dream sign.

...

I was on a beach with Manei. Same beach that my first LD took place on. She gives me one of those 'broken heat' necklaces that light up when the two halves are put together. She has the other half.

I ask her why. This seems like a really cheap/gimmicky thing to show love or friendship. I'm generally bothered by this and ask her what her reasoning was, and to be honest I'm still walking a tightrope on the whole 'being in love with a dream character' thing for reasons too complex to go into detail here. She explains that I should ignore the physical aspect of it and focus on the meaning behind the object. Oftentimes, objects with little or no monetary value can have great personal value and vice versa.

Okay. Makes enough sense. I then commented on how I like the fact that my dreams do seem to periodically explore new morals and themes, and sometimes offering differing perspectives on old ones. I also like the fact that I am not always the fool when these morals are taught, and am sometimes the teacher rather than the student.

I think the necklace had some kind of voice recording that would play when the two halves were put together. I can't remember. This dream was very faded, and I recall their being much more to it. It may be getting mixed up with a fake lucid dream I wrote for the sake of visualization set in the same location. I feel as though I actually had it about two weeks ago but only recalled now, as if it were buried in my mind somehow.

I woke for wbtb at 3am
Laid back down for wild at 3.30 just a short wbtb where I Listened to some Binaural beats and repeated some mantra -

During wbtb - relaxed so much and felt the shift of consciousness very clearly - the rest I had was so peaceful - I felt I could stay there forever/eternity - I was able to notice the Yellow pulsating Hi after that and used my imagination to see it as the sun coming over a beautiful vast sea scape - I almost got in but think I tried to step into it a little too early - it hadn't formed around me completely yet...Next time
(I think it was the closest i got to letting the HI form as I realised recently that I don't think i put enough focus into actually even noticing the HI at all in most other Wild dives...and that might be why I have been falling asleep a lot recently. ) I Felt the dream form around me and said" wow this is a dream, it must be a dream..." I woke up tho as I am quite exited ...


I am semi- lucid in the following dreams I had - I was in a prayer service with K , a small group of us sat around him - I noticed I sat in a nice arm chair. K looked over at me regularly and we had a good connection as if we were friends. He then got up to walk over to another area to continue with other prayers, everyone followed - as I got up I realised my mother was with me but very old and frail. As i held her close I whispered to her that she was the most Wonderfull mum in the world, we hugged and I kissed her head.
Then I was speaking with some seekers on the path - one of them who I had been helping
came up to me and said " you guys have a lot of problems with your lineage you need to sort out "
I said to him "oh good - you are understanding that there are problems with everything - there are always things to fix and work on - this is a great example of that - well done'"
Then I went to the group next to me and started to speak about L-
' How amazing he is ; he jokes and keeps things light for the simple reason he doesn't get pulled into anything - nothing! He always wants to remind you to work with things as they are right now! That you have the ability to overcome everything - right now - What an amazing teacher he is!'
One of the girls has a problem with something and feeling very confident and happy
I say ' come on tell me - what is it ? let me help you - whats wrong?'

Then there was a bit where I was looking at my iPad at photos I was taking and one looked distinctly wrong -
I said' I dint shoot that - this must be a dream!'
That bit keeps playing over and over and I know it was dream for sure /after i had done the 'nose pinch' and 'hand rub' - but cant stabilise properly and wake up...

Then later came the Full LD -
I was going to sleep saying ;

'This must be a dream - this must be a dream. Look at the abnormalities!'

Then when I noticed it was a dream I was actually in a dream within a dream!
I am waking up in a room where my mother was and I imagined i went by her in an oobe sort of way - ha ha
' I AM DREAMING !' I say to her as I passed her, ( thinking she could not see me as I was in the dream )
As the moments passed I realised I was actually in a LD for real, even tho at the start of it I had woken up within a dream...Anyway
I feel my physical eyes closed with light coming in at that moment - maybe next time I will open them as I have a feeling this happens a lot and may be something interesting ...
In the LD I bust out of the window in flight - I rub my hands together as I fligh to stabilise the dream - it worked as things became clearer around my immediate view of blue sky and clouds.
I shout out ' Who am I? Take me to who I am!' ( ha ha this was spontaneous although I have been reading in books recently about calling out things to your Sub in your dream anyway my serious capricorn nature is ruling the way here !)
I see before me in flight a long dark tunnel and I fly in it at top speed - I can see what looked like a beautiful sea scape at the other end of the dark tunnel and am curious to get there - Maybe I am flying through a worm hole, I think
I keep flying forward but start noticing tiny scattered visions within the tunnel as if happening deep within the walls of the darkness - A few seem to be of people in different types of museums... From time to time I shouted out these sort of things loud and clear into the darkness as a fly

' Tell me who I am!'
'Tell me what I have to do!'
' Tell me where I am from!'

Again I brought my hands together and rub them and firmly together helping my lucidity to grow more - I few out the end of the tunnel the light was sharp;
...I had reached a vast open space - then it was clear - lots of sea around a large city scape in my immediate view ( like looking down flying over a NY City or a City like that ) As I slow down, taking in the scenery of this big city scape surrounded by an ocean of gentle waves in, I noticed the sky scrapers were actually statues of human beings ... kind of like statues, strange tho it wasn't as if they were just statues as they seemed as if they could have life in them...as I fly by the tops I could make out clearly the facial expressions etc...It was like they were human beings of the environment ( hard to explain but that's the conclusion I naturally drew in the dream that moment ) Not separate from the earth/city they grew yet distinct in each who they were - Woke up soon after

Morning of September 2, 2015. Wednesday.



I am a semi-active part of an unlikely scenario. It seems to be a group of soldiers that are attempting to rescue at least one hostage from a foreign military group in a forest. It does not seem to be related to a war, just an isolated incident, perhaps.

The events are not that defined, but the enemy is on the other side of a linear cluster of trees. At one point, an M60 seems to be held by an enemy just past a couple of trees. This potential threat seems unrealistically delayed, as there is no drama or action as far as I recall.

Somehow, it seems to be agreed that the leader of the hostile group will meet the others in a clearing near a jeep. Several minutes pass and I see the supposed leader coming out of the trees. He is apparently not carrying any weapon. His slightly oversized clothes (perhaps as if from starvation, as he looks fairly thin though not muscular as would be expected for a soldier) are torn and his body is somewhat muddy.

A young girl appears out of nowhere and seems to be some sort of unlikely leader of some kind - it does not make that much sense considering the region supposedly being fraught with danger. The man holds out his hands and holds the girl’s hands in a gesture of recognition and respect as well as hope. It looks as if he can barely stand up straight. This is an unusual and unexpected outcome because the leader of the hostile group turns out to have been the one supposedly being held hostage and he is seemingly very thankful to be out of his position of leadership of the militant group. No drama ensues after this even though there may be enemy soldiers in the woods beyond wondering what is going on.

I´m in my hometown i dont live anymore and riding a bike. i cross a street and on the other side is a older woman with her bike. she has somewhat problems and after it gets green she dont cross the road but cant hop on her bike. i bypass her and think hm now i need to ride over the high curbstone. after i crossed the street from the same direction is rolling a buggy past me and behind me the mother is screaming. i try to jump on my bike again and drive after the buggy but i had problems to get on my bike and i just dont get on speed. i start wondering and want to do a RC afterwards but then i decide to do it right away. at first there is nearly no air passing my pinched nose but then i can breath thru it and i am lucid. i keep on riding my bike straight forward but somehow am at the same crossroad i startet befor getting lucid. i get of the bike summon my glasses behind me get them and put them on my nose. the glasses are super uncomfy and have no positiv effect on my clarity. i turn right and want to summon Nightfeather. i expect her to be infront of me but it dont work. on the right site there is a small shop and i enter it with the hope that i might find her there. there are some people and its pretty narrow in there. i pass some shelves and in the back of the store there are changing room i enter the one for men then go out and think maby she is in the one for girls. the doors of the room are like those in western movies so you can see the legs and feet of the person behind. i enter the room and there is a girl.

Spoiler for Sexual stuff:

we start making out but she just sticks her tongue into my mouth dont move it and the tongue is hard like a stone. i tell her that she is doing it wrong and that she needs to relax her tongue. we try again and she do better but still far away from a nice tonguekiss. i decide that i want to have sex with her and she has something really tight black suit on. we try some really really strange and unlogical position that just cant work.

after some seconds i decide it is a waste of time and leave the cubicle. and am on my way to leave the store. the store now is empty and i open a window and pull a calculator in my hand per telekinesis. i think about the task that i want to juggle but i decide to find Nightfeather first [damn me why didnt i just juggle...that would be like 25 points or something just like that] but no i leaving the store and i am eager to find NF. i start calling for her but i just cant find her. i see an friend of mine from behind but decide to move on and keep searching. after some feet i decide to turn around and search this friend of mine because maby she can help. i go the way she moved but cant find her neither. i speed up my pace and run like hell the hill up. i jump a little and fly on a hillside. there is a guy i outpace and do a superhigh jump on a part of a wall of a building. i dont reach the top with my feet but hold the edge with one hand. i hoist myself up. now the guy i passed by is an enemy and the dream becomes a actionmovie theme. i start throughing fireballs on him. and like always there are no fireballs but something balls. i want to enter the building though a window and open it from insite with telekinesis. i want to turn on the light on the same way but it dont work. three guys enter and hold me down. i dont like the way the dream takes. i decide not to fall in dreamplot and i try to make a fire with my hand but this time i really focus and imagine the fire. my hand starts smoking and a little bit of fire starts. i try to throw it but it is not enough and looks more like you through a litte bit of sand. i then put my hand on one of the guys and imagine that the hand is getting hot. he starts yelling/falling down even if i dont think that it worked. i kick him away and jump to the second guy. he has a taser gun i take it from him and taser one after another the guys down. i think i leave the room and wake up shortly after.

i think i had another short LD that i forgot because i have the vague image of doing a nosepinch and saying "wow i am still dreaming?!"...

I was on a bus going up a hill as it was raining and kind of dark. But just before it got up the hill somehow i got out and began walking home. Which is the opposite direction that the bus was going in. After walking for a bit i woke up on the bed. It was supposedly night time but my family members were staying up late. I ended up finding my dad and telling him about the dream i had about being on the bus when it was raining.

He said something that showed he heard me than was talking to my mom about something. I than walked into the kitchen to look for a snack. I saw boxes of doughnuts lying around and was about to get a chocolate one. But in the fridge there was a big lemon frosted cupcake in a package. I looked in the living room to see my younger brother and asked if it was his. He said i could eat it and that he had another one. I took the cupcake happyily than went into my dad's room.

But it felt like my room. When i looked at the package expiration date i thought about the dream i had and asked my dad if the date was old. I couldn't see it cause it was morphing and hard to see. My dad told me that if i didnt want it i should give it away. But dont come crying back when i miss it for the 800th time.Than the scene changed.


I was now watching the simpsons in a park filled with people and kids who were competing in a racing competition with their favorite toy. Bart was fixing something and the mom asked if he was going to cheer for his skateboard in the race. He said no. The skateboard was racing a black mote control monster truck and was in the lead but just when it was about to win it stopped slowly and the monster truck won.Than the scene went back to me being in my dad's room.

My mom started saying how i shouldn't give away something that is important to me if it was going to just make me sad in the end. I looked at a metal bar i was holding and saw the date Febuary 0 something. Than looked around and got anxious because she was disappearing and i started thinking what if a dc jump me right now. My mom than held my hand and told me not to worry. That the needle thing that happened with Danny wasnt going to happen again. I felt better but than i suddenly reappeared on my mom's bed with her.

As we were laying down i was wondering if the giving away thing had to deal with my dream guide. Than out of no where i was pulled by something and ended up in the air. I shouted for my mom to help me than she jumped and pulled me down holding me tight. There was also this weird bendable, rectangular long, grayish yellowish, plastic/blanket like thing she told me to hold so i would be ok. Than she took me out the room and met with a person who she blamed for causing trouble.

Dirty And Clean

I was inside a school with my cousins and brothers. We were about to go look for the lunch room but as i was walking around something caught my attention.


The next thing i recall is being on a flying small house that was flying above a dirty pond. Than the house sank halfway and i began thinking of Eye. I than appeared in a Maplestory setting where i had been trapped by a hacker.I But after thinking of who the mischievous dream character following me might be i appeared in my younger brother's room.

I was drawing a picture on the bed of a orange skin Egyptian man with a black pastel nose and eye shadow and lips. With orange and yellow eyeballs. Than I began drawing his man skirt with the black pastel and it morphed until it got a black head cover or something of the sort.

It than stood up and made a yellow dress appear. I thought of it as the bad guy and was going to let it dress me up but that I was going to trick it and go back to the good side once I was saved. I stepped into a black skirt it held out for me, the dress changed, than it lifted it up and i was in a net. It pulled me as it ran out the room and i bumped my head with the door. After bumping my head i quickly got out and closed the door. As i felt my head i noticed tiny little red papers that floated down.

After that i took a remote i found that sort of had a game look to it and pretended it was a phone. I managed to get Eye but than thought of Dawn. A boy ended up appearing but he didnt look like Dawn.However, when he hugged me he gave me a cool, clean feeling.

I was in an office inside a skyscraper. It was on a really high floor. In my office, I had a desk, a wooden shelf loaded with books, two file cabinets and a flower pot with strange tall plant. Through a window, I could see people wandering the corridor.

Suddenly the skyscraper trembled and something on the corridor exploded. I quickly hidden behind a desk, just before glass shards flewn through my office. I heard screams - people were hurt, and some of the dead started to move.

When zombies started to run into my office, I decided to jump through the window - I was falling down at high velocity, with no chance to survive. Suddenly I found myself inside a car, and decided to drive through the city. For some reason I had problems with driving. After a while I left the car and entered a building - it was a school of hand-to-hand battle. After a while of talking, I went back to the city, found another car and drove away.

Finally I have reached my destination - a seaside cliffs. Watching the sundown, I moved closer to the edge, and jumped down into the water. Next I swam to a nearby island and entered a shack. I met a zombie there, this one was carrying a tower shield and a battle axe.

I took a stick lying on the ground, and avoiding the his hacks with battle axe, I beat him into a bloody pulp. I took his shield and the battle axe, and went outside. I saw a huge swarm of zombies, jumping down the cliff to reach me.

Morning of September 1, 2015. Tuesday.



I seem to be focused on Loomis Street yet again. However, there are also emotions and realizations associated with our present bedroom on W Street (though it does not quite seem like a typical composite, and yet the setting is limited to the one room, though).

My attention is mostly on an unusual “clock”. It does not apparently serve as a clock though, but some sort of answering machine (though I do not recall having this type of concept appearing in any previous dream).

Only the hour hand is implemented but it does not serve as time-keeping in any way. There is seemingly no minute hand or second hand and the number six, in its proper location, is the only number on the face of the clock.

I move the hour hand to the left (from where it was near the number six), to around where the number eight would be expected to be, and start to hear pleasant music. As I put it in different positions, I hear a lot of very nice music, a lot of it tribal, but with no voices at any point. The audio is very clear (though I do not become lucid).

After spending seemingly at least fifteen minutes listening to very nice music (which apparently is related to being connected to our telephone and plays when we are not home to answer it), I move the hour hand over to the right around where the number four would be expected to be. From around where the number two would be expected to be to that location, there are recordings of my wife or me telling the caller to leave a message, and some of the messages are meant to be in-jokes. I listen to these recordings for a short time (much shorter than when I was enjoying the music) and my dream fades.

Otherwise not very remarkable dream. It started with me working in the garden behind my parental house. I lived there in this dream. I was hoeing vegetables. Then my friend came to visit me. She brought with her piece of ceramic green body(compacted powder for firing to obtain something ceramic... e.g. cup, knife, etc.) I inspected what she brought to me and I was admiring its fine structure- there was no defect in that piece... no bubbles, no cracks. I was wondering how she managed to prepare such high quality structure by using ordinary soil only. We were talking and she helped me in the garden. When the night has fallen, I have brought her to house and we eat dinner. Then we went to sleep.(I left her to sleep in the living room and I went to my own bed.) I fell to sleep and I had a dream:
I was working with living energy originated from my body in that dream. I placed my index fingers about 1 centimeter from each other and I saw stream of golden sparkling light between them. Then that stream started to swirl and made a small sphere between my index fingers. I moved my fingers further from each other and te sparkling golden sphere of energy grew. When it was about half a meter in diameter I shredded that sphere by fast move of my hands... Reality got broken and I was pulled elsewhere... and it woke me up.
I woke up in my bed(in parents house). I went down to living room to look whether my friend sleeps or if she woke up. She was up and in the kitchen, making breakfast. I was telling her about the dream I had. I tried to repeat the feat of that dream, and I was able to make violet stream of light between my index fingers. She was fascinated. The rest of day we talked and I tutored her how to make similar energy flow between her fingers. It was night in that dream when I woke up into reality

Remarks
That was very long dream, I never experienced something like this... Even if I had OBEs in which I experienced eternity...
I'm able to see the stream of light(energy) between my fingers... Of course it is invisible to observer unlike to this dream.

This dream was fun, and one of many that featured friendly serpents.

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One of my friends was looking for information on Rakshis. I assumed that she was referring to Rakshasas from Hindu mythology, and I excitedly suggested that I may have a book about them in my library. She pointed to a book in front of us, and we flicked through the pages together. This book featured information about the Egyptian pantheon. We looked through for information on Horus, or 'Hortet' as he was called here, but found very little that was specific. I turned to look at the cover, and the title illustrated that the book was about the esoteric significance of sexual love or energy as it was expressed between different mythological figures. Interesting enough, but not what we needed. I did have a book that would be more useful to my friend, but it was not on this plane, so I shifted us both over.

We appeared in a vibrant, high-detailed world. We were in a a great, high-ceilinged, conical, brass structure. Grated metallic platforms lead over a bubbling stream which ran through the building. It was lush with vegetation and sun-kissed pond life. We were standing before the exit. Light poured in through the opening, and the stream flowed gently out and down the hillside beyond. Forested hills rolled away towards the horizon beyond. My friend knelt before the book and scanned through it. I recommended she find what she was looking for as soon as possible as we could not stay in this place long.

Already, I could see the spiky backs of crocodiles bobbing in the stream, waiting for their moment to emerge. I told her to run back through the building and leave, and she obeyed without question. I was now there with my friend the Sentinel in the form of a dark slate-grey serpent. The enemy was approaching now and we were in danger. I scooped up the snake and ran back across the platforms to the elevator in the centre of the conical building. It would return me to my own world. The elevator was quite open, ringed with ornate brass bars to keep the occupants from stepping off the side. I dashed inside and closed the gate behind me. I wanted to take the serpent with me, but after I released my grasp on him, he slipped through the bars of the door. I felt anxiety rising that he would be crushed by the mechanics of the elevator and that I would only be able to look on helplessly. Despite my fears, he was perfectly fine, slithering around the bars without difficulty.

The enemies approached as the elevator descended. I knew they were there, but I could not see them. As I slowly descended from view, I saw the serpent coiled and reared up, cobra hood open, defending my path from our pursuers.

Morning of September 1, 2015. Tuesday.



My wife and children and I are living on Loomis Street, it seems (though my wife and children have never been to America). At least that is where my entire dream takes place; in the front part of the house. However, the house is mirrored from north to south - the first distortion of the Loomis Street house in this particular way that I remember. It does not trigger any degree of lucidity that the house is mirrored from my right to my left as such. My family seems to at least partly be living in the first small bedroom.

My sister Marilyn makes an appearance as she was perhaps in the early 1970s (before I even moved back to Wisconsin). She seems healthy and happy. She goes to open her bedroom door and the door mostly falls off the hinges but is still partly attached at the top. She is annoyed and mentions something about how she wanted to listen to Neil Diamond with her door closed (apparently so as not to bother others, including her sickly husband). (This is odd, as she had never listened to Neil Diamond in real life regardless of her huge record, reel to reel, and cassette tape collection.)

I go over and make the offer to fix it, but her husband Bob suddenly shows up as if having just arrived (possibly dropped off by his relatives or perhaps my sister Carol - this is not certain). He insists that he can do it. He looks very ill and begins at the top of the door frame. The hinges are not as they would be in reality. Each of the two hinges in the door frame (the ones that came loose) is held by two silver sets of nuts and bolts, the bolts facing outward from the door frame. He begins to work on the top nut by tightening it with his hands. The other nut below that is there but very loose. The other two nuts (for the bottom hinge) are somehow somewhere in that bedroom on the other side of the door (which is not logical, as the nuts would have rolled into the living room relating to how the door mostly came off, not the other direction). Just as he is tightening the top nut, he drops his left arm (the hinges are on the left side of the door from the living room perspective). He then seems to go into some sort of pseudo-ritualistic trance. I notice that there are dark reddish circles around his eyes and he is wearing no shirt. (He is just in his underwear.) He had arrived in only his underwear and had apparently been in the hospital for a week or more.

He just stands there looking very ill. He starts chanting “Have a headache…don’t care…have a headache…don’t care…” (which seems to mean he does not care about anything in life, even continuing to fix the hinges). I get the strong impression that he is very close to death. I decide that I will manually tighten the other nuts myself, but just as I contemplate tightening the bottom nut of the top hinge, my dream fades.

Zsuzsanna woke with a slight headache and a bit of nausea so it is possible our empathetic link projected into a different dream character (as this has happened before) - even though her character in my dream seemed healthy and happy. In fact, this metaphor (a door not being on all the hinges) does seem to have something to do with empathetic links that need to be strengthened for the health or vitality of both (including at different levels of thought). A door itself is a point between two rooms and often takes a dreamer into different levels of consciousness or awareness.

Precognition unveils. Right after my wife had the television on (and just as I was ready to post this), the first thing she hears is “Neil Diamond…(pause)…No, it wasn’t Neil Diamond”. My wife just smiled at me and said “You’re funny”. Of course, this is a natural event via the Source, like digesting food, not an active “ability” for the most part (at least in this particular case).

Didn't manage to become lucid, but I had some interesting non-lucids so I'm content.

Frags:
Mix of frags from two dreams. Both featured the same park, which had a fence surrounding it. The fence was a different height depending on where you were approaching it from. For the most part, you had to climb over it to get into the park, but there was one section that was lower than the others, making it easy to get ver

I was outside of the park. There was a dog chasing us from the other end of the sidewalk.

I was in the park again ... this time as Santa Clause (I really don't know why).

Dream #1:
I was observing a guy with crutches.
His whole body was shrouded in darkness; I got bad vibes from him. He reached his hand into his chest area. An X-ray appeared, showing his hand moving through his rib cage. There was a weird, spiky protrusion coming out of his heart (which didn't really look like a heart). The guy broke the spike off and then thrust it in the direction of the protagonist, who had already begun to leave. That was his special ability: being able to throw bits of his body, knowing that it would always hit his target. The spike buried itself into the protagonist's upper body, causing him to react in pain. I don't think there were any serious injuries.
The protagonist had gone "there" with 1-2 other people. "There" was the HQ of a group led by a gang leader-ish guy who's name started with a 'C'.

My perspective shifted to that of my dad and I in the car. My dad was driving and I was talking about how I wish I had superpowers. He told me, "why don't you ask Tim?" in Vietnamese. It sounded strange, even in the dream, but I didn't become aware. Later, my dad was talking about pizza. He had a flier with him. Apparently it was from a popular online pizza store, which seemed kind of strange to me. The font and design were fairly basic. Dad was talking about how he was only interested in the "La___" pizza. When I looked at the image for it, it looked like an ordinary pepperoni and cheese pizza. Dad told me that even all the men in our city wouldn't be able to handle it (I'm assuming it's spiciness).

Dream #2:
I remember deciding on which class I wanted to play on an MMO.
I was using a shield on my old character. My old character was pretty well-balanced, a jack-of-all-trades type. There were a bunch of guides for Mage types (I glanced at a pure fire Mage), but that didn't really appeal to me. I was thinking of playing a hybrid type, maybe a 1h swordsman with a shield and magic. The idea of a 2h swordsman with fire magic appealed to me, but I knew that splitting myself between multiple priorities would only weaken me.

I was playing Terraria with K, T, and maybe someone else. I was using a new character with "Joe" in his name. I was using my hook as a Z-air, damaging K, who was chasing me off of a floating island. My hook was much slower than the other's (cause I was a nub) but it still allowed me to traverse the area, so I didn't mind.
B was talking about the abilities granted to "special" classes. One was for werewolf, which gave them the ability to jump even higher. I don't remember how special characters were created, but it sounded kind of useless

Later, the mood of the dream shifted.
I was with another guy, a kid younger than me, who looked like one of my old co-workers. He'd bandaged the big toe of his right foot. I was with DTA, I think. I was leading an army into enemy territory, where battle was already engaged and our side was losing. A brutal fight was being held, with many participants being younger than me. I remember my little brother being near me. We managed to defeat the enemy at one point, but it turned out that most of their members were at a beach. A ceremony was being held there at the moment. I replay the message to DTA and we make our way there.

When we got to the beach, me and a few others opt to "sneaking" in by going onto our knees and elbows and crawling. We made a lot of noise and some kids near the back, probably no older than 13, noticed us. Another battle began. I spent most of that battle in the single room leading to the beach. AL was sleeping in the bed (for whatever reason) and I promised I'd protect him. I switched between different weapons, but I was using dual fruit knives by the end of it. I'd hack and slash at anyone who entered the room. It wasn't difficult defeating them, and I wasn't scared or anything. There was a kid who'd tried to enter. I found out that he was on our side, but he still tried to fight me to get through. Apparently he wanted to join the battle at the beach, and I admired his courage.

Eventually, AL woke up. We exchanged a few words. The dream ended soon after.


COMP TOTAL: 176.5 (my score to beat next time)

I'm occupying someone else's body, and I-the-character am not entirely clear on the body's identity. A woman greets me in Korean, and following her expectations, I enter an elevator. I-the-dreamer am aware that the body I'm occupying owns this building, he's the president of a company, and this is his private elevator to his penthouse suite. There are no buttons inside the elevator; I-the-dreamer am aware it uses facial recognition, I-the-character am surprised when it starts to move.

The elevator opens onto his suite. There are a number of people in the bed, clearly after a party; the body's owner recognizes one of these people, the rest are strangers. I order everyone out; only that one exception stays. He's sitting up against the headboard, wearing an animal's pelt draped over his head, a wolf or a coyote. (It occurs to me after waking up that we were both wearing something else's skin.)

Another man appears, and he grips this man by the throat. I recognize him; he's the reason I-the-character occupied this particular body, in order to meet with him. He speaks to me, believing he's speaking to the body's owner. I-the-dreamer switch to third person because I want to see the expressions of me-the-character.

Speaking in English so that we won't be understood by the man with the animal pelt, I-the-character chide him for being "so eager to sink your teeth."

He says, "Not the only thing I'm good at. But surely we'll still eat this-"