non-lucid

Yepp - now I promised it mainly to myself in the title - and so I'm going to do it!
Helps me to announce things, makes me feel inconsequential and lazy, if I don't then.
Would be stupid to let it out for a third day after having gained wiiinx and even bonus ToTM after session #1.
This night it's going to be working an my dares again!
And no watching telly before going to bed...



Last night. Well.
I've been watching three episodes of Sherlock with my sick husband, who is meanwhile addicted to the series - same as I am.
Last one was The Hound of Baskerville - and believe it or not, me, who is usually so happy about reporting no classical nightmares - I had a nasty one. Several actually, after the below I had another one with an "unholy" creature.

The first was not directly connected to the episode, it was about aliens hiding in human bodies, and it was hard to discern who is who, and I was hunting them between them hunting me. What was great was that in one scene, I was swimming like a world-champion, faster and faster - and in another I was running after these aliens, hunting, and I was soo fast - was really like in a movie, where somebody is a superhero or something. Could have made me lucid, since I marvelled at my abilities and didn't produce an in-dream explanation, except that it was important to catch them before they would infest the world by breaking out of a research facility. The weird thing was, that I later on dreamt, I would be lying down to sleep, problem still not completely under control, but I did lie down for some reason, to rest. Then I dreamt, I would start getting nightmares and wanted to stop falling asleep, which didn't work. That was not at home, I fought against sleep in a side-room of a lab.
So what I was aware of was sleeping in a dream, believing that waking up would put me back in that side-room. So it wasn't lucidity as such, weird phenomenon...

Then suddenly I knew, I was in my room, and that my husband was in the room next door, and still I fought against sleep.
I got my eyes open, I think, but what I saw was a very threatening darkness with an inexplicably malign presence.
Man I was soo afraid, seriously terrified, I was feeling "sure", there were evil entities hidden in the darkness, viscerally sure.
I was sufficiently awake, that the idea of SP crossed my mind, but it didn't even help against the fear to finally intellectually understand, that it was indeed SP.

So then I tried moving, esp. shouting for my husband - with that I broke it after a little more terrified struggling.
I went to the toilet, and suddenly I thought it frightening, that he would never hear me, he doesn't hear me when I shout full out over in my room, once he's on his re-breather and sleeping.
I was somehow still feeling endangered by the rest of my sleep - reason didn't really help a lot, even when fully awake and in the light.

After calming down a bit - I thought okay - you've been "hoping" for SP when trying to WILD - so go ahead and try that.
I could stand it maybe only one minute. Closing my eyes and letting go brought this menacing "living" darkness back, I almost couldn't take it. And then that blasted Hound turned up - in the series it's a hallucinogen, which enhances imagination which produces the effect, one sees a monster in a real dog etc.
Well - it didn't help to know it was an illusion, that even the inspiration had been such. I put the light back on and wandered about a bit, before daring to lose waking consciousness again - all the while scolding myself for being irrational.
I can only shiver when I think of such an experience on the basis of actually believing in the supernatural, thank goodness I don't.
What a shame, if I were a bit less of a coward, I believe I could indeed have made a re-entry of some sort into that state, maybe because I was somehow still in REM mode.
Na well - as said, this is maximally unusual for me, maybe next time with some practice..?

But, but...

Anyway - nice demonstration that in a sleepy state, reason loses against instinct and with a vengeance.
And also nice demonstration, that knowing that I sleep in some sense, in a nightmare, and actively fighting for wakefulness does propel me into a "body still asleep" in SP. Makes sense.
Last time I had that in such an intensity was almost 20 years ago, trying to wake up from my first adult lucid dream/nightmare - other story. How come I was able to know, I was dreaming, but not in the least thinking about staying and doing something with it? Well - all that I wanted was getting the hell away and out of it as far as possible...

00:00 Thursday 2014-09-18

way late to bed, around 1:45 or so, horrible!

no night-time recording so dream times unknown.

I'm woken by remee's 4.5 hour signal. At first it starts monochrome (as usual) but as I wake up I can start to perceive the red. I turn it off and go back to sleep.

(early)
+ visit the old college rental house kitchen and back porch. In the kitchen, on the (very) cluttered floor I see an old cookpot of mine, I pick it up, it's recently been used to cook some oily pasta, I intend to take it with me. Walk to the cooktop and there's a 2nd refrigerator where the sink should be. Walk to the back porch where the 2nd refrigerator is supposed to be, and the floor is disgusting covered in garbage. I look down and see mice, rats, and even a squirrel scurrying around in the filth. I shake my foot at them several times to get them out of my way. Go to the refrigerator which is propped open and there is nasty rotten petrified food and bottles in there from 20 years ago. Transition to some scene with FG.

(middle)
+ epic: playing Elite: Dangerous. I'm sitting at a computer playing the game, I'm dogfighting with a ship, I'm shooting my lasers at it, and afterwards I think I need to upgrade to beam lasers. I should fly to the "Harriet?" system because there are lots of gems there, I see little gems with HUD markers floating around, red, green, blue, but I must have a fuel scoop before I can pick up the gems.

Walking down the hallway of the company that wrote E, I work there. My manager (old manager ToNeu from WL) is telling a woman to do something, I'm really tired and want to go home but have to work all night, ah, such is life in the high tech sector.

Down at the end of the hallway is Dwight Schrute, he has received a new shipment of Cool Stuff, I can see the open box on the floor and a glowing light emanating from what's inside, he's looking down in to the box with anticipation. I join him and there are three donuts with various toppings/icings, one is like a hot dog with orange sauce, Dwight tells me the theory of which donut to eat/use in order to intimidate others.

Heading towards the front door of the building to leave, I encounter Wa (R,N). We talk about golf, I complain about wilderness golf and the unpredictable rolls and obstacles, W understands. W tells me about his round where one guy got 2 holes in one in a row. W is telling me about the holes and I'm trying to remember which ones he's talking about, I picture the golf course in my mind. I turn around and a HUGE OCEAN WAVE is coming right towards us, it is taller than our heads by a little. We duck and manage to avoid it. A second wave is right behind it however and sweeps us towards the beach. I look to see if W made it out or is stuck in the water and I see him walking away on the beach.

+ in a car with important document, a huge pile of papers, I put the document on the seat next to me, it's dark, I see that my trunk has popped open somehow and I have to go close it before I can drive, but I realised I'm in my underwear and I don't want to go out, I'll have to get dressed first

+ I see a live computer diagnostic overlay of the internal systems in a car, the structure of the car in wireframe, the systems build on top of each other, I realize a car is a highly complex mechanism, who could possibly understand even the wheel/brake system? Look at all the systems there, even the wireframe for the front seat is complex.

I see a computer diagnostic display of Dwight Schrute's head overlaid on top of his real head, focusing on the visual systems. Wireframe displays of the internal structure of the eye appear one after the other, I call them out as I see them: lens, retina, etc.,

(last)
+ I'm on a ship like a ferry boat, standing near the aft on near the water level, someone says something about how the bubbles from the wake of the ship break up the deeper they go (?). Vladimir Putin comes down from the bridge and accidentally meets the hijacker, they both stop dead in their tracks and consider each other for a while before continuing on their way. I rewing and consider some different possibilities, like Putin shooting the hijacker with a pistol instantly upon seeing him.

I’m living back at home. Douglas, my older brother, is too, for a short while at least. It’s late, like 2 or 3 or maybe even 4AM. I’m pacing the living room.
Someone comes to the back door. I don’t know who it could be so late at night, especially since our back door is pretty isolated from the main road. I open the curtains, it’s a man I don’t know, older. I let him in.
Douglas comes downstairs, probably to see what’s going on because the Man is attacking me now and looting the house. I don’t know why I let him in, maybe because he seemed so harmless...
Douglas bursts into action, taking the Man on, they struggle. I grab something heavy and hit the Man over the head with it. He crumples and dies.
Doug and I look at each other, eyes wide, then we both move in different directions looking for assorted items. I come back with a blanket, Doug has duct tape and cleaning supplies. We wrap up the body, and I clean up the blood.
The doorbell rings. It’s the police. Ma comes downstairs in her night gown, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
“What are you both doing up? Who’s at the door?”
“It’s the police," I tell her.
“Why are the police here?” She asks, moving to clasp the doorknob.
“I don’t know,” I say, truthfully. They’re no way they know what just happened.
Douglas and I look at the body still lying in the middle of the floor along with all the supplies used to clean up his mess. Obviously he can’t stay there, but what do we do with him? I pose this question out loud to Douglas.
We both stare a moment longer, then he reaches down and lifts him up. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him. You hide everything else.”
I nod, and grab all the cleaning supplies, running up to my room. I know its dumb hiding evidence in my room because that’s just going to incriminate me. But I don’t want Ma to get in trouble, so I think really hard about where I should hide everything. The closet? Too obvious. Under the bed? The same. In the bed? Now that’s an idea. No one ever thinks to hid evidence IN their bed so the cops won’t look there. I scamper over to my pillows and stuff the assorted items in between the insane number of plush pillows that cover my bed. Then I move around my room and straighten up as much as I can--neat people are less suspicious.
I come back downstairs as mom finishes up talking with the police. They ask if they can come in do a routine sweep. Mom says ‘yes’ knowing that saying ‘no’ to a routine sweep would only bring more cops down on us, and as far as she knows, we have nothing to hide.
They move through the rooms, slowly, and they don’t search with any sort of immediacy so they aren’t making a mess of things which I really appreciate. There are two of them and they wear all black with black motorcycle helmets pulled down over their heads so I can’t tell anything about them except that they look like they’re in shape.
I have no idea what Douglas did with the body, only that he hid it somewhere in the garage. I probably would have tucked it up behind the water heater, but I suppose that's why Doug hid the body and I hid the cleaning supplies. The police move through the kitchen and through the garage and find nothing. For this, I am pleased.
Next they go upstairs. They open the spare bedroom, it’s a bit of a mess, so they don’t bother going in. Then they search Ma’s room, nothing. Then they come to mine. They open the closest, look under the bed, nothing. I’m in the clear.
They leave.
Douglas and I regroup in the living room.
“Now what do we do with the body?” I ask.
“What body?” Mom asks, joining us in the middle of the room.
“We get rid of it,” Doug says. “Go pop the trunk.”

This dream was not lucid, but I remember the feeling as if it was. Once (upon a time) I found myself in a setting that resembled the interior of a factory, only that all the colors in this one were all shades of pink and white. The walls and tall roof seemed as if they were made of bubble-gum and cotton-candy. And there was an atmosphere of movement, a feeling of vibration, as if one were watching blood flow from the inside of a vein or artery.

Here was a production line, and there were a lot of people, just like me, in their workstations, or cublicles, or sculpting tables. The workspaces were placed to the right of a long & endless corridor, and to the left of this corridor was a deep canal. On the other side of the canal another endless corridor and a little further another succession of cubicles. I was working on a medium-sized sculpture of a house, somewhat of a ginger-bread house, except this one was pink. Pink wax, and I was very happy with the progress I had made, because I had never worked with this material in the first place.

So there I was, working/playing, enjoying my work/game, and the product of it. Now, on the last sentence of the previous paragraph, I wrote in the first place instead of before, for the sake of form, but that stunt should not be allowed to get in the way of meaning. The dream is very sharply defined to waste it with unnecessary risks.

Ok, so there I was still, looking at my sculpture in progress. At some point during the day, my boss comes around to tell me I have been promoted, and that he is here to take me to my new studio. I barely noticed him, being very much concentrated on my piece of art. I had invested a lot of time working on it, but I was almost finished. I just needed a little more time for the last details, so I told him to wait just a second. The second turned into seconds which turned into minutes, and the minutes into hours, but he stood still all the time, watching me work, without saying a word. The hours turned into a couple of days.

Finally I was finished. I had made a beautiful little house full of intricate little features. Shiny white brocade window and door fractal frames, persian rose Gaudínian chimneys. Rose, ruby and amaranth flower boxes. A fuchsia doorbell button. etc.

My boss, which seemed completely awake all the time, came out of some kind of stupor, as if he had been in sleep mode, and when I announced that I was ready, he retook the conversation where he had left it. He congratulated me for the promotion and told me to get ready to move to the new studio. He then took the little (medium) pink and white wax ginger-bread rococoan house and tossed it into the canal. I had never before bothered to look at what was the deal with that canal.

It was a river of molten pink wax flowing perennially forward.

-R

I'm on my bike waiting to turn right from the church's road onto the main road. Lots of cars are coming, and I can't find a gap. Finally, I'm able to turn. Now I'm riding along the side of the main road and cars are whizzing past me very quickly, making me very nervous. Suddenly I realize that I'm supposed to be riding against traffic, not with it, so that I can see oncoming cars! I reach a dirt road off to my right and turn onto it to get off of the main road and away from the danger. The dirt road slopes up and has a telephone pole in the middle. Some other people are here on bikes, doing tricks. I see a couple of my kids here as well.

Now I'm driving to work, somewhere around the half way mark. I realize that I'm still wearing only my undershirt and boxers and conclude that I never got dressed after I finished on the bike. I consider going home to get dressed, but I realize that would make me very late for work. I remember that I keep one of my older shirts that I don't like very much in a cabinet at work, but that doesn't help with the missing pants. Taking a quick glance into the back seat, I see a pair of khakis - perfect! That just leaves my shoes, but since I always wear both black socks and black shoes, it's unlikely anyone will notice that the shoes are missing.

I'm seeing something about men's clothing, about the importance of having and wearing a good dress jacket. I see a fairly light-skinned black man, probably late twenties, getting sized at a tailor's. I think about how expensive that is, and then I see another man, a white man of about the same age, shopping at racks in a department store knowing that he can get small adjustments made to get the jacket to fit once hue buys it, and it'll cost him a lot less than a custom tailored jacket.

Now I'm at work, in a wide hallway, near some entry doors (looks like the entry to many malls). I see both men coming, dressed in their new jackets, and they look good. I'm conscious of my being in just my undershirt, but at least now I have the pants. I need to get to my desk to find the shirt. There's a woman here, but since these two stand out so much she hasn't noticed my own lack of clothing.

Now I'm in my office checking something out on my tablet. I take a moment to make sure the wifi is on the right network after the tablet starts taking way too long to pull something up.

Something else at work, talking to people.

Alright, so, this morning, I had a couple dreams. I will list the 2 dreams that I remember. I don't remember much of the first one.

1. After I fell asleep, I remember dreaming about looking up and watching youtube videos. However, after I clicked one, I noticed that the video was like 20 seconds long. And it turned out to be a screamer (A sudden picture thats usually horrifying, with a scream sound). I tried clicking off the page because I knew it would be one somehow. However, it did NOT scare me at all, so I was still asleep. Usually if I am scared in a dream, I wake up immediately. However, this was not the case.

2. A few minutes later, I thought "I'm dreaming!" This is when I believe I had a semi lucid dream. It was semi lucid because I still couldn't see everything very clearly. I just got an overhead view of what looked like an RPG game. My character was walking in the forest. However, I was losing lucidity. It was getting darker and darker. I kept thinking "Rub your hands! Rub your hands! Keep lucidity!" And it apparantly worked. After a little while, I was brought into the first person perspective of the forest. This was my first lucid dream. The first thing I did was do a reality check by trying to Push 2 fingers through the palm of my other hand. However, that didnt work, and I forgot about my reality check that I did more often: Counting my fingers. I did not do this, and this was a mistake. I accidentally thought of Jeff the Killer (The Creepypasta), and my character began taking damage. However, nobody was there. I was wondering what was going on. A few minutes later, I woke up.

I was at a martial arts class, not the martial arts class that I usually go to, and then I walked outside it was like Pittsburgh, and I saw Han Mi Martial arts (my martial arts school) doing a demo, and I told them I would have come, but they said it was just for advanced students not beginners so they didn't tell me. Then I crawled in through a net and tried to pull my way through, and Han Mi Martial arts said it was bad and I shouldnt and they would tell me later. I ended up in a large cafeteria and I realized I was dreaming. I ate a bar (dream food) and walked around looking for lemonade. I closed my eyes and opened them to test if I was dreaming or awake. Nothing happened and I decided I would probably stay asleep, so I walked around didn't find the lemonade, and then I woke up.

Earlier in the night, I had a false wake up, and I was in a large bedroom with a window and a door to outside. It wasn't my bedroom and I thought Im dreaming, I might be, but I doubted myself and was too afraid to go outside, and then I slipped into a different dream that I forget now.

Another dream I had last night was I walked to a high school to apply to be a creative writing teacher. The principal in the office told me that he had a spot for a teachers' aid but then the devil posessed me and I did something crazy and blacked out and then the principal told me what happened and told me to leave. I said but I want to be a creative writing teacher but they told me to leave.

i was wearing this type of water jet backpack thing and flying through the air doing flips and what not. i was doing this with my family and a crowd was watching. i eventually crashed into the water.

later in the dream i recall arguments and diagreement with the family. Yes well there was also two Susiesies

There's this machine. I fed it a small living thing to activate it. Now the screen's showing me several options to choose from, words that don't mean anything to me. The one on the screen at the moment is JEON. Swiping between options, I settle on a word that resembles AERIE written partially with Greek letters. The screen changes to show an image of four clocks. I'm aware I must memorize their appearances quickly, because I won't have another chance.

They're very elaborately designed, beautiful things - solid organic lines mixed with jagged exposed machinery; black wood, black clockwork, gold accents. The first is the simplest - a curving tapered pillar with the word MONUMENT in gold at the base. The others have human faces as ornamentation - the third has a woman's face with eyes closed like a mask and a single arm, arranged in such a way that it gives the impression that she's cradling something.

To the left of the screen, a case appears. It has spaces to fit each of the clocks. At the base of the machine, a slot produces several road maps. Without unfolding them, I can see that several places have been circled.

I am playing Dwarf Fortress, and mix with the game a little as I micro-manage the Dwarves to build an epic tower defense style entrance to their underground Fortress. It should be impenetrable! But I have to meet my friend A for coffee before I go to work.

I drive to the coffee shop on the North end of town in a white pickup truck, keenly aware that I don't have much time before I have to go to work, in the opposite part of town. I don't see her as I arrive, so I park in one of the open spaces and get out. There are little Dwarves around me, and a large wooden post next to the truck. I tie the truck to it with a rope as the Dwarves climb over the rope, the post, and the truck. Seems normal. Then the truck next to mind pulls away, and gets stuck on something, pivots substantially, and puts a big dent in the side of my truck.

Ignoring the dent, I still don't see any sign of my friend, so I go into the coffee shop. Immediately, some people ask me to participate in a study. I recognize most of them from when I was involved in the same study earlier. I was an auditor, checking in on their work, and never found out exactly what it was they were doing. Out of curiosity, I agree to participate. I thought I saw needle marks on some of the other participants, even though no needles were involved, so it seems like they have something to hide.

Assuring me that they just need to do a couple blood tests, a strong guy literally picks me up off the ground by my left arm and carries me down the hall. I would've walked, so I let him carry me. Then I suspect that perhaps the reason for this treatment is because what they are going to do to me should make me want to run away. I struggle to break free, but he is ridiculously strong. All my struggling has puffed out my arm veins. He stabs a big needle into my main bicep vein, and quickly draws blood out of me. I conclude that this all was just a very efficient method to get blood samples, and I relax.

I overhear a few scientists talking about one girl who they gave an injection to earlier. She has turned into some sort of monster, and is very dangerous. They have her barricaded in one of the lower levels of this building, about two floors below us. They then tell me that as part of this study, I must feed her, and they hand me a brown tray with a few unappealing plates of food on it. Apparently, she has killed all the guards, and everyone else who has gone near her. Great...

Making my way down to her floor, through some sturdy doors, and down some big stairways, I see her at the end of an abandoned hallway. Several open rooms are on either side of the hall, with no one in them. Some doors open, some closed. Blood, debris, and trash is strewn all over the floor and walls. It looks like a massacre. ...Quietly, I walk up to her from behind as she is hunched over a dead guy wearing a white lab coat. It looks like she's eating his flesh. I poke her gently in the back with the food tray to get her attention. With twitchy reflexes, she turns to face me abruptly, her cheeks and mouth covered in blood and weird black slime. Letting out a low growl, she begins to turn her body to face me as well as if she's getting ready to pounce like a cat. Basically, she's one of those scary fast zombies now...

Dropping the tray at her feet, I turn and run as hard as I can down the hall back the way I came. I hear her approach, but don't dare look back as even the slightest hesitation might be the edge she needs to catch me. I dart to my right into an open room, and close the door, locking it faster than I thought possible. A sturdy wooden door, with a very narrow window, I feel safe now.

Smashing the door right through the frame, she jumps into the room after me. I back away, and jump over a bed, putting it between her and I. She slowly walks up toward me, and climbs onto the bed. Laying down on her side facing me, she begins to speak normally. She tells me of how she no longer needs to have sex to reproduce. Having been discouraged by many males' eagerness to have sex, and concerned about that, she gave it up in favor of killing people to reproduce instead. Somehow it works for her. Almost on queue, I jizz in my pants. Yes, just like that SNL skit... "Well, now I especially am in the position to get killed by her!" I think, as I try to stay on my feet.

I put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her, and am teleported to a river in the middle of the night. I am positioned precariously on a steep snow bank, that is rapidly being dissolved into this raging river. I try to climb out, but the snow is too wet and slides down the bank, nearly taking me into the river with it. It all turns to slush around me.

With a few steps, I leap across the 10 ft river, onto the opposite snow bank that looks like its in better shape, and try to climb out of that side. The top of this one is crusty snow, and large chunks of it break off, falling over my head as I try not to fall with them into the frigid rapids right behind me. However, I have no other choice but to try, so I make another leap for the edge, only to have it break away, sending me falling backwards into the river.

Now looking down on the river from up in the sky, I see that I have died, and my body is being carried by the currents downstream. I watch as it floats along. Then it is carried to a Dwarven Fortress that is harnessing the water for some sort of industry. They fish my body out of the water and pass it to the medics to see if they can revive me. I watch as they try, and then conclude that I have died.

I re-materialize in front of the coffee shop again, having just parked the truck. This time there is a parrot on the post that I have tied the truck to. The parrot criticizes me on many levels. The parrot seems to have been emboldened by being let out of its cage. I let it criticize me, not really caring, because soon I must deal with the demon girl. I warn the parrot of this girl, and how the parrot himself should be careful - as she is very quick. I perceive images in my mind of the girl transforming into her demon form after being a cat, then a demon cat, in various stages of development.

I realize that time is not linear as we normally perceive it, and get in the truck to drive to work.

Dream 1

I'm watching an MMA fight against Frank Mir and Daniel Cormier. It's not in an octagon like majority of MMA, but in a boxing ring instead. Frank Mir doesn't look 100% like him. To my surprise, Frank is beating Daniel up. Daniel isn't looking right, he's turtling up as if he has stomach cramps. Frank feels like he's given enough punishment to Daniel and is looking confused on why they're still fighting due to Daniel not looking as if he wants to fight. Frank turns his back to him to allow the ref to stop it. I see a scene replay a few times of someone turning their back and then throwing a spinning back kick to the opponent to surprise them. I think to myself that maybe Daniel will attack Frank as he turns his back, but he doesn't end up doing so.

I'm now at my old house and I decide to rewind the fight and see exactly what happened to Daniel to make him react in such a way. I find the part im looking for and see that Frank hits Daniel with a devastating blow to the body. I see my brother come into the lounge room and I try and talk to him, but I sound as if I have severe brain damage (errrrghhghgh) lol. Dad is with me and we talk about something.

Dream 2

I'm riding my bike through a park. As I turn into a street I realize that my shorts and underwear are down to my knees. I try and pull them up while still riding. I find this difficult to do.
I hear voices of someone saying that they're going to sue me due to riding around naked. They said there family, including kids and grand parents saw me. I reach the park again and I see a man
running across the park straight towards me. He's wearing what looks like a Nike T-Shirt that Josh wears to the gym. He's running very fast. I make a get away on my bike, feeling worried
that I will ride into a dead end, giving him a chance to catch me. My thoughts race again, I'm now thinking about if I was to reach a mans house for hiding that if I was to lie to him
and tell him I lived at shore street, that maybe the guy who was chasing me would ask where I lived, going there and realising its a false address. I was worried that the man might take it out on the guy helping me.

Dream 3

I'm outside in an open area with huge tree's near me. I am being trained for something. My master jumps up into the big tree and purposely disturbs the birds. A whole lot of cocktails are now coming our way. Master tells me to run, so I head towards some kind of underground hide out. It's sticking outside the ground a bit, allowing you to enter through the small opening. I reach the hideout and have a look behind me and can see the birds coming towards me, but I wait for the last few seconds before they approach before I enter the hide out. I enter the hideout through a hole. It's like a drain hole. I try to put the lid on the hole but struggle for a few moments before eventually getting it on. I'm now inside the hideout, looking at a few doors. I think about going into one of them but decide not to.

I'm now in a lounge room with some people. I think my master is here, and he's looking at a phone of mine. He tells me it's the enemies and I explain that I defeated him and decided to make it mine. Master tells me that he was dumb founded when he first saw the number come up on his phone. Master decides to hack the phone to try and get some information off of it. He plugs a lead into where you charge the iPhone. The phone begins going through the hacking process and I can see paper coming out the back of the phone, as if i was typing out on a type writer. I can see pictures of everything I've done on the phone, from seeing the volume go up and down etc. I begin to worry about pictures i don't want him to see. Mostly the pictures of my dick. The pictures are coming and going very quickly, but you can still make out what they are. I see a picture of someone holding their dick. There's multiple pictures so it's easily seen by master. I can now see pictures of me having sex with someone. The phone that's been hacked, now belongs to some female. Her boyfriend of husband, who's an AFL player, has seen the photos. He pushs her and is upset at her. I know it's my phone but I don't own up to it.



Dream Fragment

I can see the X Factor judges sitting at their judging spots. Dannii Minogue has a King Charles Cavalier dog in her lap. The dog was very good looking for that breed. I think to myself how much of a cutie Dannii is and that it made sense that she was
holding a cute dog. Redfoo calling her as another name, I think to myself that it doesn't sound anything like Dannii and that maybe she has changed her name due to having a more appealing name.

Dream - Lucid

I was in what looked like a sewer minus the water and the crap. I was watching these little animals go through a hole in the wall. It had something to do with some process. There was this round, armadillo-looking creature that started to go through the hole. He wasn't supposed to though; one that looked like him that had spikey fur was supposed to. For some reason, the hairless ones weren't supposed to. I, for some reason, at first thought it was because they couldn't fit through the hole.

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I was in a bedroom, laying in a small bed. There was this big, old teddy bear on the bed beside me. It reached out and touched me and started to bother me. I got up out of the bed. Out of the teddy bear came a guy probably in his teens. He had been playing a prank.

Then, it was like I was in an episode of an old 70s TV show. I walked into the kitchen and saw what looked like the mom from The Brady Bunch cooking these mini open spring roll cup things on the stove.

I then went into another room, and there were a couple of homeless men in there. One was stealing some women's flip flops that were brand new. I yelled at him to stop, but he took off running. I was now a teenege guy from the TV show. I took off after him. He ran out the door, and I continued to follow and yell at him. We got to a big green dumpster. He climbed a step stool/ladder to get into the sliding door on the side. He got in and then gave me a cardboard box that had two pairs of new hot pink Converse in it, and another pair that had a pattern on it.

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I was getting ready to go biking before I had to go to work. I didn't have much time. Tanya, a girl I used to work with, wanted me to take her to the mall and do this painting thing for her. I told her it would have to be quick because I had to bike before work. We went to get in my vehicle, which was a minivan, similar to my mom's CRV. She opened the trunk to put something in it, but my bike was back there.
"My bike's in there," I said.
I don't remember what she did after that.

We were then at the mall, and I was filling in something on either her skin or a t-shirt that was drawn to be in the pattern of a tank top. I was using pink paint. I was not filling the lines in properly; I kept going over them. I asked the girl who was in charge for something to correct my mistake. She tried to sell me a cookie, but I told her the situation, and that seemed to clear things up. She gave me some white sponge-looking thing, and I cleaned up and started over.

There was a point where I had to go and leave Tanya there.

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No sleep again. Maybe and two hours, three tops. I even went to bed super early, around 8:30pm or so. It's gonna be a long day...-_-;

Last night I moved my sleep time back to 10PM because the traffic outside my room get's busier from 7AM onwards. (although I doubt that I'll do that every night) I spent the next 2+ hours merely dozing. I'd set my alarm for 3.AM (that usually means I get no awakenings before the alarm but that's OK) I did a short WBTB

4.15
Fragment. In a dark place. Two men who were part of "my team"? were there and I warmly greeting one of them. He then dashed off somewhere and I turned to the other one and started talking to him...but he seemed non-committal.

5.30
In another darkish place with a load of people and their baggage (airport?) I sense that one of my bags has been stolen and I start to grub around, searched the vast piles of other people's baggage, trying to find it...everyone seemed unfazed by me rooting through their bags.

I shouted that my bag had been stolen and a woman said "are you saying that a dirty gypsy took it?" I protested that I'd hadn't said anything like that. (this is my major dream sign...looking for something)


8.00
(This one's outrageous) I'm in a large factory workshop (DS) A large crowd of engineers sit around at their tea break (good old traditional British dream). They have strange kettles...large, with a bulbous middle. I hear someone mention about "dreams" and my ears prick up (really?)

I cross over and start talking to him about dreams and I say something like "dream characters are supposed to make pretty meaningless conversation but you're making perfect sense." and he agrees (well he would wouldn't he?) His face is seriously distorted. (I trained myself to look for hands, not faces)

I would be crushed by this dream but I had one last time where the word "dream" was mentioned. I know from reading here and from past experience that DS's are useful, but by no means guarantee lucidity ...awareness does (which is why I'm working on it) Then you usually know when you're lucid.

The incident about my missing shirt on 15/9/14 that triggered my "flash" lucidity isn't one of my dream signs...merely something from one of my previous dreams. I've avoided making it a DS and I'm wondering if DS's for me are a bit of a waste of time...they generally just slap me in the face like a wet fish.

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I was at work with Ron servicing an ATM inside a building during night drops but I kept messing up so Ron started yelling at me. There were people behind us and I tried to keep my cool because I knew they were recording us. I told him stuff calmly but he kept going off. I ran away before I got in trouble for kicking his ass and saw a pretty girl walking and talking in Spanish. I talked to her and asked her for her number. She said she worked all day and didn't really use it, which made me say "You don't work ALL day," she agreed and thought about it but didn't give me her number. I said "Okay" and left. I met up another crew and started getting the drop from a safe but didn't know how to open it.

I was at a church when some girl was getting kidnapped. They got in my car and drove off but I still had the keys. I ran into what looked like an office and used their phone to call 911. I called but was instead talking to some rude costumer service guy for a school. I called a few more times but it didn't work so I left back to the parking lot and used my cellphone. I told the operator about the car and what it looked like, pointing out the bumper and airforce stickers. The operator had already received plenty of calls about it. I was more worried about getting my car back than the kidnapping. As I was on the phone, some gangster looking guy said that there's a lot of snitches coming from that church so he pushed me to the ground telling me not to snitch. I then got in a fight with some guy I recognized and some cops helped me out.
I went back into the church and told people to use their phones in their cars because someone was spying on us and I saw the guy and took him outside and beat him up. I also beat up some smaller dude.