non-lucid

Morning of January 12, 2015. Monday.



This dream was of not much interest to me. I am still “going back to King Street” after over twenty years. It is always different, however. This time, my apartment (or the pinhead’s apartment I may be visiting at the time) is near the space which the large bathroom was in reality but farther southward. The pinhead (Leonard S) is present and mostly stands to my left without doing or saying much and there is seemingly not much furniture in the large room.

The activity is somewhat unclear - though it is related to an apparently important task involving sorting. There are several low stacks of folded newspapers (from different time periods, possibly relative to a ten year time period) over the floor in at least six or more piles to my right and at least four or more to my left. It is possible that they are only about two or three newspapers high or there may in fact be only one newspaper in each position. I am aware that there are many more newspapers to go through in whatever activity I am involved in. My landlady (who lived to be over a hundred in real life) comes in, seemingly slightly annoyed, but I do not think I am doing anything wrong.

It is possible that I am involved in scanning all of the pages or certain features of them - such as the comics only (or at least sorting them more precisely somehow, though by what relevance I am not certain), but if so, it seems I am doing it mentally - yet still possibly sending it to a computer file somewhere (apparently to save space). I notice that some top pages are showing typical clusters of paragraphs related to actual news (with some black and white photographs here and there) and other top pages are mostly showing columns of daily comic strips (I notice a “Wizard of Id” strip featuring Spook, the hairy dungeon prisoner). This is in about a fifty-fifty proportion overall. Not much else happens. The floor remains covered with newspapers as my dream loses cohesion.

I was walking down the road at night with some people. We were gonna buy something. The place has lots of lights. Malate?

I had to withdraw from an ATM. Not sure if there was one nearby. We were inside the mall. Food court?

Though I may have dreamed more this is what I have so far:

Rarity from MLP: FIM and someone else were traveling in a mushroom patch with large mushrooms along a river, avoiding a beast that would harm or kill them on their way. Then two others showed up by them and eventually those two took a path to the right which would lead to a cycle, while Rarity was still considering the one to the left that may have led to death. Eventually I think they all went to the right, then I saw where it led: Somewhere near Applejack (Who may have been a TF2 engineer) and Lyra Heartstrings was tied up near the hole in the ground that the four came out of.

I found myself waking up on the floor. I got up and decided to open the door in to the living room. I notice the garage door was open. I went in to the refrigerator to place a juice box in to the freezer. I then proceeded to go in to the garage and notice one person there. The guy slap something on my neck and then I ask them why they do that? But they insisted that I was making the whole event up. I decided to give up and enter back in side the garage. I notice a controller and as I am attaching it to a USB, I get this feeling like I could wake up. That's when I realize I am dreaming as I place the controller down. I have an FA. Lucidity Time: 4 seconds.

I was to do a film as an actor, and I had to act out a scene to get into the restricted area. I went up the stairs and there was lots of people waiting to be seen to. Eventually a show started. We were not required to do anything, the show required people to figure out a puzzle with their drawn cards, it was a show that was already to be live somewhere else. We started to get bored with it, and went to leave. I went to catch the train back because I missed my girlfriend and didn't care about the fancy show anymore.

Something to do with my parents placing a large potted plant in my room. I told them I didn't want it because I would be off at college and not be able to water it/take care of it.


Something to do with multiple earths, and distant future space military men eating way too much meat and becoming zombies.


This dream took on a weird blur between a story that I was merely observing and one that I was actually a character in, and woof, it was a hefty one.

The story established a woman's character. She lived alone and worked online with her cat, a small stripey orange tabby with bright green eyes. She lived in a small town in a hilly, remote corner of Europe (Italy?) The town was fairly sized with a town square and several larger buildings as well as a church and the ruins of a castle turned into the town square. Outward from the town were a number of nice modern homes. One of the smaller ones being hers.

One day, the cat decided to leave the home. He headed outside and began walking through the farm feilds and yards on the edge of the town deeper in the woods. He met up with a group of other cats that [dream logic] were some migratory herd of cats [/dream logic]. The cats were able to talk and the leading members of the group were against letting a house-cat into the group. The leader himself, however (who was simply a larger version of the exact same cat) allowed him to travel with the group.

There was a rather long story about the group of cats and the dynamic between them. One of the cats actually had a bionic eye and leg. Each one had their own story, character, and motivation, and they traveled the world as enlightened sightseeing nomads.

The woman had actually been on vacation for several months, while someone else had been cat sitting for her. When she returned home, she found that the cat sitter had stated that she hadn't seen much of the cat, but assumed that he ran away not too long after he left. The cat sitter stated that about a week after the woman left the food bowl was never emptied and the litter box never had any surprises in it.

The woman got mad with the cat sitter, refused to pay her and soon gave up on her. There was a back-story as to how the woman (Let's call her Carol. I don't know, she looked like a Carol. ) found the cat. She had found the cat as a child and rescued her, and the cat had been her lifelong companion.

So this was where my character came in he was the friendly town psychic who had a way with animals and was her only hope for her to ever find her lost companion. I agreed to help her in return for a hefty sum of money. I then used my psychic power to locate the cat, that for some reason was in New York City. I told the woman that I was amazed at how far her cat had traveled. I told her that I would travel and recover the cat, and she insisted that she come with me.

Part of Carol's character was that she had never been outside of the home town, she had some kind of mental disorder that made her very scared of going to new places. I tried to explain to her some of the sights we might see when we travel to NYC. I recall one scene where we were in the town square and I was trying to explain what skyscrapers were.

"See that building... that is what? Five stories. In New York, it's not uncommon to see buildings that are a hundred stories tall."

Mind=Blown.

Yet another aspect of this story was the fact that it took place on a future earth where air travel by plane had been outlawed because it had been deemed too fuel inefficient. Instead, people rode on huge airships called drifters. They had a skin with a layer of photosynthetic algae that grew on the outside converting waste products into energy and clean water. However, riding on drifters was unnecessarily expensive and only for the wealthy.

We considered traveling by water, but with global warming a number of ports had flooded and sea travel had become unnecessarily expensive and inconvenient. Hyper-Hurricanes and rouge waves were also a deterrent in sea travel. However, in my psychic reading, it was by means of a cargo ship that Carol's cat had traversed the ocean from Europe to NYC.

Carol didn't own a car, only a bicycle. I, however owned a Motorcycle that I refused to ride after a bad crash broke one of my arms and nearly paralyzed me. After some convincing, I realized that we really had no other option than to take the motorcycle.

Thus our journey began. There was a really long shot of us riding through a wind farm.

We eventually found ourselves in the middle east, near Dubai. Now if anyone is up-to-date, they know that Dubai is a huge Jewel-in-the-desert kind of city. But I suppose by this point in the future the original city had been decimated by sandstorms and terrorism. The city was now a titanic walled military compound that deployed mobile oil platforms into the desert to drill out the last pockets of oil. They jealously guarded the black gold held within the walls of their city.

There was a reason that we needed to associate with these people, something to do with getting a 'fueling pass' for my motorcycle.

We passed through a few other locations taking a sort of Zig-zag pattern across Eurasia, seeing the sights along the way. The only ones I even remember the names of were New Moscow and the Chinese orbital elevator in Hong Kong.

We ended up spending much longer in China than needed, and Carol got very frustrated with me. I was learning more about my psychic ability from these Buddhist monks. The monks were midgets for some reason (2-3 feet tall) They also advised against our quest, and stated that we should let her cat roam the world free, because it is clearly what he wants. Carol also got frustrated with me because I was so intent on sightseeing in China. (IWL I've always wanted to go to the more remote parts of China. They look so beautiful.)

Eventually we ended up crossing the bridge that went from Siberia to Alaska, then drove through northern Canada, heading south east of the great lakes. In this future, most of America was a war-torn and bankrupt badlands, but the eastern seaboard was still hanging on. (In fact they seemed to be thriving.)

Future NYC was beautiful. There weren't that many futuristic buildings, save for a large glass monolith with three circular holes cut through the top. A couple of drifters were docked at the top, going through the holes. Supposedly every major city had one of these. It was like an airport, but for airships rather than planes.

Just of Manhattan island, I went into a park, considered the advice of the monks and preformed a second psychic reading. I wasn't able to get as clear a bead on the cat. There was something about too much noise, but I could figure that he was in the 'New York Underground', an extensive network of tunnels running deep beneath the city. Carol had worked through her anxiety about new places and was excited to see the city.

We cut briefly back to the cats who were underground. It seemed as though their group had disbanded.

However, we needed a way to get into the NYC underground. I met my friend S who said he had a contact that worked at his favorite pizza place. The man who ran the place had skeleton fingers due to some accident when cooking. He had filed his bones into small knives and tools that he used for cooking.

When we showed up asking for information, he thought mistakenly that we were applying for a job and tried to make us cook pizza for the day.

Eventually we found how to get into the underground. There was a fake subway station with a slide in it. When we found it, Carol jumped in and I followed after her. The slide converted to a tubular pipe and we were sliding TMNT style. I'd guess we wound up about ten stories beneath the streets.

As soon as we hit the bottom of the slide someone took a picture of us and tried to sell it to us. He had a camera for part of his head and one of his eyes was the lens. (Gosh these characters are just getting weirder and weirder.) He had assumed that me and Carol were a couple and wanted to sell us the picture framed with this heart.

It was at this point that I became semi aware that this was in fact that this was a dream and I also became aware of the fact that the dream appeared to be ending.

Thus we had a rushed conclusion where Carol found her cat, only to chase him into the road and have him get run over by a bus. She cried. There was some theme/quote here about having lost a companion (the cat) and gained one (me). I then started fighting against the story and trying to change it. I wanted to go off on my own and explore the world with the money that I had made. The story concluded with me meeting up with the monks on the return journey. Carol wasn't there anymore.

I hear some noises in the kitchen and walk over there. I see a young lady throwing lettuce everywhere. Fist fulls at a time. Reaching deep into the bags of lettuce and giving it a full strength pitch. Sometimes at a salad bowl, other times, well, I'm not really sure what she is aiming for. Lettuce covers just about everything now, all over the counter top and floor, and even filling the salad bowl amazingly. I think I see some shredded carrots fly through the air at one point.

I wake up thinking, "I should eat more salads"
And then I did.

I'm flying over a river, and although I don't remember what I was flying on, in effect it's essentially a flying carpet - a small, flat surface carrying several people. Someone else is 'driving' it, I'm just along for the ride. We're taken over a waterfall, with several clouds beneath us, and among the clouds I see a huge gate hanging in the air, supported by pillars on either end. It turns out to be the first in a series of three gates, the entrance to a country - the first is very modern, with images like a billboard; the second somewhat less modern; and the third is very old and very beautiful, more like a decorative lattice made of stone and covered in moss, as tall as maybe a three-story building. I turn back to look at it as we pass overhead. On the other side, we land. I find that I'm excited, much more so than I'd expected to be, about traveling somewhere new. Less jaded than I thought apparently.

I'm surprised - although we've just entered a new country, there don't seem to be any customs to pass through, no guards. We've landed outside of a building, and I understand there are some procedures to be gone through inside; but there isn't anyone around out here, no one to stop us from just wandering off into the country. I intend to go inside, I just took note of it as something odd. There's what seems to be a giant bell planted in the ground, although it's so covered with moss it's hard to tell what's underneath. As I and the other people from the 'carpet' walk around outside, I notice several stone statues. There's a plaque underneath one of them that I read - this is part of the entrance procedure. We're meant to pay our respects by bowing before each of these statues. I do so, pointing this out to one of the other people from the 'carpet' to give them a heads up. The first three statues I come to are divine figures and legendary heroes, I bow before each of them; but then the fourth statue I find is an odd creature in a mask, labeled as a nightmare called Home Eater. I don't see why I should have to bow before my own kind.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There was a scene in which someone was causing plants to grow rapidly among some stone ruins in a cave, and someone else saying to them, horrified, "What have you done?"

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Lost Boys, as David I'm watching Michael drop out of the tree and run away from the killing. This was not the plan. He was supposed to kill someone, not run away. I don't like giving the new ones too much time to think - just do it, make a clean break, then explain what's happened to them. It's easier that way.

Back in the cave with Star, I'm standing off to one side and watching her. She's standing in front of a bunch of pots for plants covering a table. Most of them look empty, although I know she's planted seeds in each of them, and she's been trying to do something with them. But the one she's holding her hands over now is growing right before our eyes, responding to her somehow, like magic. Whatever she's been trying to do, it's working on this one. The other boys come back then, they all exclaim over what Star's doing, gathering around the plant and looking as excited about this as she is - except Michael. He's hanging back and looking at Star with this expression - not exactly betrayal, but close; like he'd thought she was someone he could trust, and now he believes he was wrong about that.

1. Something to do with baseball that somehow lead into people using liquefied, controllable metal for miscellaneous tasks.

2. I remember another dream, but I don't recall any details.

3. I was wandering around at what I knew was my college, despite it looking completely different. I was rather preoccupied with the time for some reason. I was there at 7 and felt I had been there overnight. Something happened, I don't recall what, then I checked my watch to see that it was 12:15, 15 minutes late for class. I headed there and found that the room had an odd assortment of desks and chairs, some standard, some more like bar stools. I found a spot near some people I knew. I forgot another event and somehow I was back 'home' (Which was nothing like my actual home.) and checking the time again, realizing that I had to get back to school soon for a second class. Realizing I had only a few minutes to get there, and knowing that it'd take me an hour to get there, I decided to use an LD to get there (Oh the joy of dream thoughts. Use an LD to travel, without taking the hint to become lucid.) I don't remember if it worked or not and I woke up shortly after.

4. Again, I distinctly remember another dream, but can't recall anything from it.

5. I was walking in the woods looking for materials (for what I've no idea.) when I noticed some people running after me. (The people from 'The Forest' in retrospect.) I dropped what I had and ran, trying to break line of sight long enough to hide without success. I jumped into a nearby river, hoping to lose them that way, and swam underwater for quite a while. I looked behind to see one of the people still following me, and worse, a large number not far from the shore ahead of me. I quickly left the river and climbed up some kind of structure, using the outer duct work and conveyor belts, whose purpose I could not discern. I jumped off the opposite side into a lake and quickly swam beneath a dock jutting out from the building. It was a rather tense few moments as I waited underwater, but the people eventually went elsewhere. Just as I was about to resurface for a breath, someone else arrived, initially scaring me, but they turned out to be helpful and hooked me up with a bow, arrows, and a knife. The dream essentially turned into a game of Far Cry after. I followed him out of the area. At one point I was deciding between keeping the bow or switching out for an RPG. At first I took the RPG, but later returned to get the bow, thinking stealth would be more beneficial. I don't remember what happened after that.

+ racquetball: observing a game, guy plays a lot at the front, waiting to get my court, challenge court, think of glow-in-the-dark stealth RQB

A guy is playing a girl, I'm observing from the back of the court. He makes a lot of side-to-side at-the-front shots. On one point the girl runs really fast to get to the ball, a great hustle, the point continues, and she tries to hit the ball off the back wall and messes up. I think of the concept of "stealth" racquetball: played in the dark, the ball would be glow-in-the-dark green, and the racquets would need to be longer, like squash racquets, so that your opponent wouldn't be able to figure out where you were (dream logic!). The racquets would be white, too, I see one, looks like a badminton racquet. It's time for my reservation, but the courts are still full of people playing a challenge ladder. I think of joining in.

+ strange quarry: weird processing/gathering trucks, fall into manure hole with pipes, guy in the bag

Outdoors daytime, a large open conical quarry. One level near the top is made of large stones and is being processed by a strange truck with lots of tubes coming off of it. I walk along the path and come upon a 10-foot deep whole with vertical pipes in it, it also seems to be lined on the sides with horse manure. I (fall?) down inside the whole and hear a voice from underneath me, I was sitting on a small canvas bag/sack, there's a guy inside there. He's in there in a hope for his untreatable condition to be cured.

+ semi-epic in technological multi-story girder building: breath temperature detection program, when will it be done, guy sitting in room, scary alien (ghost? bacteria?) is learning, director contacts headquarters, breath calming device (TWO breath occurrences!); two guys accepted into flight school, flying away, views of Disneyland below, bathroom, strange toothpaste, wife, SF

I'm at a desk with a computer system on it in an open modern multi-level office building with lots of exposed girders. I'm building a breath temperature measuring device. I will make it take two inputs from two people and it will do a simultaneous analysis of the breath temperatures. It will measure minimum, maximum, and median (mean, too?) temperature of the breath blown in. The director of the facility asks me when it will be ready, I'm pretty sure it will be ready later this day, but it may take until tomorrow to finish.

I'm walking through the facility, in one open area there's a guy (and a girl?) sitting at a desk.

We're gathered together in a room. We are observing how the scary alien intelligence (bodiless? bacteria?) are attempting to gain control of a mouse on a computer. The alien intelligence is making progress and is beginning to activate the fighter/bomber planes and may use them against us. The director of our facility is signaling headquarters, she does this by signing her signature on a piece of paper and encoding a message. I observe her doing this several times.

I get scared and run out of the room. I move to another room nearby, but the doors are strangely opening for me as I approach automatically. I think the alien intelligence may be doing this to lead me to a trap, I ask someone if this could be and they answer "yes."

I'm pretty scared, somebody gives me a calm-down breathing apparatus for me to have. It works by providing resistance to natural breathing patterns, you have to push pretty hard for it to allow breath in or out. It's a multi-part device, you blow in one end, and something moves on the other and as the breath comes out. This calms me down. I go back to the original room and fold my apparatus and put it on a shelf. I look for it again right away and can't find it.

Flying now on an airplane with open sides/doors (like a paratrooper plane). Two guys are happy, they've been accepted to the flight training program, there is a vision of a bunch of guys in flight gear floating through the air. I see down on the ground below the plane, we're flying over "Disneyland", there are large colorful "rides". The ocean is nearby, it is bright daylight. We fly over another "Disney" amusement park, circling to the right, I look down, it's pretty crowded with teeny tiny people (ant sized). We fly closer to one ride which is little children going vertically up and down on tracks, their mothers are there too.

I'm in a bathroom, (doing something?), leaving, I see on a shelf/counter a completely used up double-nozzled tube of toothpaste:



There is another more normal looking tube of toothpaste with some left in it. I squirt out a large blob of pale green (like old Crest) toothpaste on my brush and am about to brush my teeth with it. I stop and think, where did this toothpaste come from? It's not mine, ew, I shouldn't use it, and dump it and head to leave.

My wife is also leaving, we're in the big city, I think I should hang around in the city and (<do something> )

late morning jumbled scenes:

+ hiding under bath towel, on bus with MR he disappears, strange neighbor sign, strip and engage the girl, problem with electricity in the basement, ham and cheese bagel in parents' kitchen

I'm on a bus with best friend MR heading up S street towards GP. Near the top I realize he's not there and I don't see him. Outside the bus (?) there is a sign put up by a neighbor. I read it several times and am trying to make sense out of it. The part I'm sure about are: "It is our daughter's birthday" and "Yes, this is odd" (meaning it's strange to make such a sign in the first place!).

I'm lying down in a room with people, I'm in an "excited" state, I'm trying to hide this and simultaneously "enjoy" the state, I pull a large bath tower over myself but can't quite get everything covered up.

(semi-lucid)

Spoiler for explicit sexual content:

I'm in a room, there's a hot girl there, I pick her up and put her on a table seated before me. I pull off her top, and pull off another top underneath the first, I think this is going too slowly, she's topless now, and I lean forwards and put my mouth on one of her nipples she's fairly flat chested. I then stand her up a bit and pull down her leggings and panties, and spread her legs, there's a patch of black pubic hair there, and I dive in for oral action. Moving my tongue around I'm delighted to find I'm getting touch feedback on my tongue. I wake up moving my tongue around on one of my top front teeth ()

Dozing in and out of sleep

+ A guy in the basement is telling us something we're doing is interfering with the electrical system and is bothering his sleep since an electrical line is right next to his head. I'm not understanding what he's saying. He says the problem is in the basement. Part of a wall is painted red? I finally understand that something we're doing is causing a change in the flow of electricity and that is sounding like some sort of hum that is bothering him.

+ I pick up a bag and open it from the kitchen table, inside is a ham and cheese bagel. I take it to the kitchen and want to zap it in the microwave, but my dad is in the way, I try to step around him but can't, so I wait for a second then I put the bagel on a bubbling plate in the microwave, slam the front for of the microwave with a bang. I notice the small microwave is encased in a large enclosure, I think this is to limit the radiation. My mother says something about a project (guava juice?) I'm working on it late.

I was standing in front of the doors to my home. Its warm, sunny morning. I can feel refreshing, cold west breeze. As I'm about to enter my home, a bee flies across the garden. Somehow I can hear it whistling and singing about the spring. I enter my home, take my jacket off and enter the room. I seat near the table with mother and siblings, and we start to play scrabble. I can recall some of the letters i had. I think it was o, u, i, z, c, h and s. I can't recall who won the game.

Nothing special last night, until my DR is around 4 dreams/night I will start working on inducing them and maintaining my sleeping-shedule.

1. The chase

The dream starts with me descending down the stairs into the entrance hall of my house because something terrible happened. I'm very stressed and quickly find out it's all under water, 2 cats are trapped there so I don't hesitate and jump in right away. The water is very clear and light is still shining through the windows, under the stairs I see a small cage with in it one of the cats, the other already managed to get out and is now swimming around. I spend quite some time fiddling around with the lock and am suprised I'm stil able to hold my breath although I'm actually breathing again at this point but it doesn't feel like I'm drowning. Once the cage is open I smash one of the windows making the water rapidly flow out. And with that the two cats also flow out through the window on the street, they run away and I try following them so I can catch them. They're really fast and I quickly lose them, from that point on I ask people if they saw them running past, using their directions I resume my chase. I come across a WW1 bunker which seems very familiar to me as if I had been there before with a school-trip or something but IRL I never saw it. After some time I enter a park where I find them, I almost managed to grab one of them but they're stil to fast. They jump in the moat of a castle at which point I actually catch one of them, the other gets grabbed by someone from the castle and I feel as if his faith ain't pretty.

2. Crazy water park

It's summer and I'm at a water park, it has large swimming pools and the slides look dangerously fast, I decide to try out one of the slower slides. Next to that slide is what seems to be a scaffolding for a new slide, I climb on it and jump on a platform hold up by a rope 10 meters above the ground, it shakes a lot but seem to be having fun. Then a crane starts bashing the structure cause it to violently shake around and I stil seem to be enjoying the thrill of it. Eventually the rope breaks and I'm sent of flying 50 meters further up ahead actually landing outside the swimming-complex, I'm fine but have to walk quite a long road before I'm back. My family is angry for me doing such crazy things.

3. New bathroom

I'm home and have to go to the toilet, upon arriving upstairs because the toilet downstairs was already occupied I'm suprised to find it's a lot larger up here than usuall and we seem to have a secondary bathroom. I check it out and it looks very similar to the Original one except there is no dedicated shower room to the right, instead two showerheads hang above the two sinks aimed towards the middle of the bathroom next to the bath. The tiles are ceramic and there's a drain in the middle of the room, despite all of this I stil sit down on the toilet and do my business after which I decide to try out this new shower, it's very nice having to just stand in the middle of the room and let the water fall from the ceiling, I notice my mother is on the roof just outside repairing something and the curtain is open so I quickly close these before I'm seen. For some reason she knows I'm showering and is angry about it.


The dreams themself weren't very interesting but I notice recall and vividness are improving, let's try LDing next night!

My parents have just bought a house up on a high hill overlooking the ocean. There is a whole community of similar houses up on that hill; ours is the last one at the end of the street, on the ocean-facing side of the hill. Beyond our house, the hill becomes more of a cliff, and the ocean is below it. My family has just recently moved to the community.

My parents, my sister, and I are coming back from being out and about, and we see all our neighbors standing or sitting around in the open area at the highest point on the hill, which we have to pass through to get to our house. When we talk to them, we learn that they are out there watching the neighborhood slowly fall apart. I see an open patch of mud on the ground in a corner where two pieces of concrete come together, with air bubbles coming up through it. I see a corner of someone's concrete patio sticking up at an odd angle, no longer flush with the ground. All over the hilltop, the is starting to liquefy like this.

We get to our house (which is a long, straight, single-story house built perpendicular to the cliff), go inside, and see that the floor is now tilting at a 20-degree angle or more. It's clear that it's ultimately going to slide off the top of the cliff and fall into the ocean, but we can't feel it moving right now. Our mom tells us to collect any of our things that we want to save before that happens.

My sister and I go to the far end of the living room, which is the narrow edge of the house and the wall furthest from the edge of the cliff. There is a fireplace there, with lots of dark wooden shelves built into the walls on either side of it. We start taking the things we want to save off the shelves. Two of the first things I grab are shiny, silver-colored, stainless-steel thimbles. My sister also grabs a similar thimble of her own. I look closely at both of the thimbles I have and see that they each have a small number 10 etched into them. Good - they're both mine, and my sister hasn't accidentally touched one of mine.

The shelves are mostly filled with CDs and DVDs in cases, but there are lots of other things there, too. We grab a few other small items, but the number of things we decide to save is tiny compared to the total number of things on the shelves. It doesn't take long until we look at what's left on the shelves and think, "There really isn't anything else here that's particularly important to me."

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Side notes:
When I realized what I'd seen and done in this dream, I laughed out loud. Those thimbles are what I've been using as a dream totem for more than four years now. They're supposed to be a reality-check tool. I saw it and handled it, and it never once occurred to me that I might be dreaming, nor that I should use it to see if I might be dreaming. How silly of me!

Sunday Jan 11, 2015

Last night bed around 9pm.

I have been having dreams last few nights, what seems like all night. But waking up every time just a bit too late to remember anything that can be put into words.

Yesterday:

DR1:
I'm in a house, when we notice there is a fire in the next room. Flames are shooting out from some opening in the wall. I'm looking for an extinguisher, but all I find is some water. I start throving it on the fire through this small hole and it's working.

DR2:
I'm outside, sitting on some benches or chairs, by some small stores. Suddenly there is a black smoke coming out of one of them. I think store is empty, but a bunch of us run up there to help people get out and to stop the fire.

Last night:
DR1
We are living in a single story house by a huge lake. Water comes up all the way to the house. The surface is very calm, like a mirror. Somebody who lives there wants to do something with the lake and I say yes. So she put a thin seethrough plastic layer on top of the water. So it looks like a lake, but you can walk on it. I walk on it, where water is only few inches deep, just barely enough to cover up some rocks that have green moss all over them.

There is some large party and I tell someone to go walk on water and surprise the guests.

We are standing outside, admiring some birds sitting in a tree with flowers. I want to take a picture but they all fly away and with tons of other birds alrady in the air start circling above. I know what's coming as I hear soft thuds all over the place. We are getting bombarded by bird poop. I look at my left arm and it has dozens of tiny white-grey lines of poop on it. I'll walk inside to shower.

Now there is 3 of us, walking someplace. I ask where, and we are going to visit friend K's mom V. I realize I'm still covered in poop and i say I can't go. I turn back, and when they want to turn back with me, I tell them to keep going.

DR2
I'm standing someplace on a higher ground, looking down at some "wading" pools. In one with beatuful turquoise color, water only ankle deep. Another pool adjacent to that one is knee deep.

Lots of dreams, happy.

As expected after a long time being the lazy sleeper I am, I managed to completly and utterly destroy my sleep-cycles, recall and what not. Oh well, you have to restart somewhere and I aim on having a first LD by the end of next week, quality doesn't matter but I'd prefer a WILD over a DILD. (Transition is half the fun... )

1. Digging, Desert...

I'm in the middle of a large desert, the sand is white, the sky is grey and it seems a storm is forming in the distance. My mother is there too but she doesn't seem to have an important role in the dream other than looking around. I, on the other hand am hard at work digging at seeminly random spots scattered around, searching for something valuable. I didn't find any treasure chests, only more sand and the dream faded away "peacefully".

2. The most complex plan evaaaar!

It seems like I did find something of value in last dream and I'm now in my school which is now used as some weird black-market office. I have a meeting with the big boss of the whole place to make a deal, I'm with some friends and they tell me I'm actually not allowed to be here so I'll have to disguise myself... as a granny.

Anyway, the big boss is as stereotype as one can be, sunglasses, bling-bling and bad sarcastic jokes fly around my head as we sit down. The deal itself is kinda fuzzy but I remember that besides me having to look like an old lady I'm also supposed to be very very rich, these guys only want stuff from the high-class. Buuuuut then my cellphone which I didn't even knew was in my purge conveniently went off with a jazzy tune from the 80's. I try to mimic a suprised granny giggle but it sounds more like a horse, also my cellphone appears to be an extremely cheap Nokia which makes the boss suspicious as I should normally have an expensive IPhone or something. We leave the room and make our way to the staircase, as we go down I don't walk down the stairs but rather jump down from the top to the bottom which is something I seem to be doing more and more frequently in my dreams. At school I almost wanted to test out if I could do it IRL but after a second thought I decided against it, which is maybe the best option...
When we're at the bottom I remember I forgot my coat so I go back and grab quickly it as I'm not allowed to be seen. Being the smart guy I decide to check the pockets of the coat in the middle of the corridor like nobody can see me here. Eventually a friend comes back and tells (shouts) me that we need to get the hell out of here quickly.

*poof awake*


First try 2 dreams ain't bad but ain't good either, they weren't very sharp either but I know myself and have confidence in my abilities.