non-lucid

Getting back into the flow of dream journalling, I'm reminded just how much friction there is before you actually decide to write the dream. I have the memory of recalling more, but this is all I managed to get down this morning.

I was in school, drawing, when my old principal walked in the room. He danced around it for a second, but eventually told me that I was allowed to doodle since I had a good record. My classmates were not a fan of this development, but they had little say in the matter.

Later on, in a church-like room, I walked up to a vacant piano and started playing jazz (a genre I don't play iwl). A family-friend of mine played drums in the background to accompany me. My mind now clued me into the fact that I never learned how to play this, and I was dimly aware of the unlikelihood of me hitting harmonic chords every time. I tried to move my LH to play some random keys too, but no signs of discordant music. The music was pleasant. After I finished, the same principal came up to congratulate me and ushered me back to a seat.

Later on, I was in this convenience store dining hall esque area. I knew somehow that this was a secret room of the school. The dining hall has a fridge that I walk up to. Inside the fridge is a stainless steel artifice, circular in shape, made from several components. I knew it to be a heater, and tried to jerry-rig it for some reason, but the moment I tried it, brilliant flashes of yellow electricity shot through the room.

And that's all I wrote.

Pretty much forget them all as soon as the next dream started, didn't even have time to write them down, but I will try to get some words down.
1. Walking, somewhere. It was hazy, like everything was obscured by fog. Or like i was in an ocean.

My alarm went off about here, usually set for 2-3 ish hours into my sleep. Good for waking me up in the night and gaining awareness.

2. I was at a supermarket, buying groceries. Spegepølse 9kr. Mørbrad skiver 8kr. Great prices, looked delicious.
3. I think I was playing a game. A military shooter, very difficult but enjoyable.
4-5. No clue, I just know I had them.

Pretty vague dreams and fragments of memories from them.

Pretty decent recall this morning, but I was a bit lazy with writing stuff down

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I was walking through my local forest with an old college friend named Abbie, looking for creatures. We didn't find anything, so we walked out to the nearby walkway just outside. The overall scenery was very familiar and normal, though the forest was a little more bumpy than usual. Out on the walkway was an abandoned building, which was large and noble from the outside. However, inside was broken and messy, with large holes in the floor that peered down into a huge open void. Arceus from Pokemon was up on the ground floor, but didn't do much before vanishing due to a distraction with a dragon down in the hole. My step father headed down to fight the dragon, and Trump soon followed. Trump gets an unlucky descension and gets his body stuck in a toilet - only his head and neck are poking out from inside the toilet bowl. I tried to help him, but he had already drowned before I could do anything. I left the building with Abbie and was immediately swarmed by an endless army of mice knights storming from the right. We ran towards them and cut across right again to find another avenue to escape from. Unfortunately, more armies cut off our every choice of direction until they caught up with us and surrounded us. I then woke up

Back in Stettler. Had barely any dreams for a couple days. I had lots of non lucids but I forgot many details.

Jamie 1

Just Jamie standing on a road by a mountain or something, she was looking at me and said, " I'm a lesbian now." And smirked as if I might like it or hate it.


Really? This again? Safe to say as usual if I dream of her like this it's because of some demon interference or influence. In the voice we've had our issues lately but we keep pushing through.

I wake up and pray for Jesus to help us with the dream problems..

Jesus

Jesus is with us but he looks annoyed with us. Maybe jokingly? Not sure.

Work

I was somewhere with people and ran into the lady who runs out of the box. Just a brief conversation with me saying I'd like to be on call again.

Jamie 2

I was walking with Jamie by some random buildings we seemed back to normal. I was talking but I kept messing up my words. Jamie questioned me about what I said. I told her when I'm tired I sometimes mess up my words. Or when I'm nervous.


Hopefully the dreams improve.

Good god, the last week has been awful for dreams. I attempted a WBTB again, which only messed up my recall and the construction became worse. It has finally stopped now, but I had loud conversations going on instead. I managed to get at least something down, but I almost didn't bother

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I found myself and my mother exploring Brighton, but it was much larger and the buildings were more modern. It was still somehow recognizable as Brighton though. We were looking for our hotel, but the buildings created an abstract labyrinth. My mother and I ended up in a huge football stadium among the messy cluster of buildings, and was attacked by a Rathalos from Monster Hunter. We hit behind the barricades in the seating area until it went away, then ran across the pitch to get out. Upon leaving, it was night time in the same abstract building complex, only a guy was there to show me a game. It was a physics based side scroller, but I was unsure of the goal. This guy started to become very flirty, and I assumed he has no idea I wasn't a cute girl. It felt like we were communicating online and in person at the same time. I felt uncomfortable and the dream faded

I'm finally back after a week, but it's been very hard to commit to my DJ. Hopefully I can get a full week of entries again at least

The world in this one was really fucked up—post-post-apocalyptic, like after some Judgment Day-type event. As a result, humanity had become way less secular, and worship of all sorts of deities (mostly chthonic) was widespread.

In this mess of a world, I was making my way as the leader of a death cult. We were infamous for human sacrifice to our dark lord, making the skin of our enemies into ritualistic clothing, and maybe even cannibalism, but I’m not sure about that one. Safe to say, people were really after us. They wanted to capture me like I was Hitler in 1945. And they did.

In some kind of law enforcement operation, I was tricked into coming out into the open, and that’s how they got me. I don’t remember a trial, but my sentence being death was pretty much a given. Death by sacrifice to some deity. I don’t remember which one exactly, but I think it was some kind of goddess of healing or something.

I was assigned an executioner to guide me through my last days. The guy was a dapper-looking English gentleman, dressed in a brown and green three-piece suit, carrying a walking cane, and topped off with a fancy hat. Really well-mannered for a stereotypical executioner. His office - yes, office - was packed with books and high-end furniture. The man had taste, an appreciator of fine arts and world history.

Eventually, my time came. I approached him, asking if there was another way to go about my sentence. By then, I had already accepted my fate, but being sacrificed to a god while conscious was a really scary thing in this world. My well-mannered handler offered me an alternative: a way to go out on my own terms.

From his personal collection, he presented me with a collector’s item—a 1911 pistol once owned by Howard Hughes, complete with engravings and everything. The Englishman explained that the goddess only needed my body, not my soul, so it was perfectly fine if I was already dead when the sacrifice happened. Pressing the business end of the .45 against my temple, I pulled the trigger. The gun misfired - all according to general dream laws regarding firearm use - but after another attempt, I was done. I felt my body hit the floor.

But that wasn’t the end.

I was immediately reincarnated. From white boy to asian. I manifested as a full-grown adult, like I had taken over someone’s body, or maybe my new form just materialized out of thin air. Not having learned a damn thing from my past life, I returned to my ways of death cult-ing while keeping my identity extra hidden, because i wasn't just this world's Hitler, i was this world's second incarnation of Hitler.

I remember going on a solo rampage on a highway, wearing a traditional skin outfit and a headpiece made from the top half of a human skull, modified with demonic-like horns.

Then I snapped out of it, almsot like my dark lord’s grip on me was slipping. I reformed. Details get blurry, but I remember enlisting to help at an archaeology dig site, uncovering an ancient cache of lost technology from before Judgment Day.

A classroom - another person and I are teachers there, but I’m aware the situation isn’t real without having identified it as a dream. Rather, I think of it as a story we’re making together. After some time eliciting answers from students on a certain topic, I think that we’ll need to pause and discuss making notes for each of them and their backstories as they become established.

There are some third-person scenes featuring the main character of possibly the same story. It’s like the beginning of a new plot arc. The dream shows an older mentor character with the two protagonists on a hill, a place they often go. Some kind of shadowy, inky blackness comes out of him and into them, and it’s shown heading from them onto a world map on a bulletin board. The blackness covers the entire map before gathering in a single spot that seems to be located approximately in the center of Texas. A pin moves to mark it, going all the way through the board. The protagonist girls are puzzled when they return and see it there. The board seems to be in one of their rooms.

1.3.25


I am in a large building with an industrial vibe, alone. I’m exploring this place in a deliberate way, almost as if it were a video game. There’s no sense of any immediate threat, or anybody or anything else around, but I’m still keeping a close eye on my surroundings.

At the end of a hallway, I find a sort of utility room behind a door, and a staircase to the right takes me upstairs, where there’s an electrical panel in a location directly above it. I examine the panel. I know I have to disarm the security system to get any further in, but it’s going to be tricky. Once I get started, I’ll only have a limited time to finish, and I’ll have to be going back and forth between here and the room downstairs. It’s already getting late, so I figure it'll be better to come back here tomorrow instead of trying to do it now.

5.3.25


A place similar to the one in yesterday’s dream - speaking with a man, something about him going to retrieve my body if I die there.

6.3.25


It is a foggy day, and I’m going to use it as an opportunity to sneak into the yard of the neighbor across the street and see what’s there. I’ve heard all kinds of weird rumors about it, and the area back there looks very interesting on my maps. (Why do I have maps, you might ask? That’s a very good question….)

It is a unique-to-dream setting, and I start by flying to the top of an extremely tall tree in the front yard. The branches are bare, as if it’s still early spring. I figure they’re less likely to see me if I enter like this, from above. I fly across and land in back of the house. From there, things get a little unclear - lots of conversations with strange beings that are back there. But there’s definitely something off about the whole place.

—

I’m on board a ship. I start out on the deck - I think there may also have been some parts before this - and go inside, where I almost immediately find the person I’m looking for, who seems to be loosely based on a musician I know but haven’t seen for more than a year now, J. We go back out, and I ask him about routes that we can take to our destination. We actually seem to be in a city waterway, so there are buildings and other ships visible around us.

J tells me about the first route, which seems to be through some kind of a narrow pass. He indicates the direction it’s in. Even before he starts describing the other, I know that’s the one we’ll be taking, even if it is almost certainly the more dangerous of the two. We’d have a tailwind all the way there - it’s too good to pass up.

14.3.25


I am in a grocery store - yet another one, with another unfamiliar layout. It isn’t all that familiar to me in the dream, either. I’m looking for some crumbled pecans for a recipe but am having trouble finding any. I check back again in the aisle that the entrance of the store led directly into, since that seems like the most likely place, but still no luck.

While this is going on, some employees of the store are trying to get everyone there to join them in singing sea shanties, apparently as some kind of obligatory fun somebody somewhere thought up. And they really seem to be enforcing participation, so I join in, but it’s distracting me from the pecan search, so I stop again to focus on that.

Eventually, I figure that they must just not have any pecans, so I get a bag of almonds instead, figuring those will also work.

21.3.25

Just a couple dreams. Been working long days.

Jamie

I was at a supper table with Jamie and some older woman. Her mother. Jamie was quiet but seemed to be looking at everything I was doing and she was smiling every time I said something.

I was getting up a few times to get something from the cupboard? I had a small half dried piece of drywall mud. It sounded like it was chiming or ringing. I said I thought the sound was like hearing partials when tuning unisons on a piano. I was asked to explain what partials were. A partial is a harmonic that a note hits. There's an octave partial, a fifth, second octave and so on. Why tuning pianos is so hard is that good tuners tune unison s to hit at least 4 partials. If the 2 strings sound pure but the partials are wavering, it's not pure. I was explaining this when the dream ended.

Scary house

I was driving with Scott and Yves. The guys who ripped me of when working for them last month. We were heading from Canmore. There was a turn off with a big snow drift. They took the exit. I was panicking that we were going to slide off the road. But we didn't. We seemed to be following a blind couple in a station wagon.

The road wound up a mountain. We came to a big house. The guys said it was abandoned and that we were going to spend the night there. The blind couple was there along with other people who kept coming and going.

I was alone in a room. I kept finding pictures of normal looking people. But after a few seconds a demon face would appear in the picture and a creepy voice would speak. This happened a few times.

I'm glad the Jamie dreams are consistent.

On May 14th 2012 I had my first induced lucid dream, exactly seven days after I had discovered lucid dreaming and began researching it. Today is my seventh day since returning to lucid dreaming, and I wish I could say I had a positive experience after my first week back. However, today was a nightmare as I attempted and failed a WBTB. I woke up 4 hours after I had fallen asleep, scribbled down today's dreams, and then went back to bed 30 minutes later. Whatever I did this morning absolutely killed my recall, but at least I managed to pull something from it

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I started off in a massive outdoor gymnasium, with huge slanted trampolines connecting to large foam pits. It was dark, and the only sources of light were the dim lights surrounding the area. There seemed to be a competition going on between two school friends - one of which was Tom, but not from the previous dream. I decided to go into the entrance of the forest outside my house, which was nearby this outdoor gymnasium. I spoke to my friend Reece about the poor performance of the contestants in the competition, After finishing the brief conversation with Reece, I walked up to a nearby house - it was still dark outside, and the house seemed to be abandoned but in good condition, albeit a little untidy. I walked through the front door, which was open when I arrived, and looked up the stairs that were immediately viewable from the porch. There was a dim light on at the top of the stairs, and suddenly a beautiful, older Asian woman appeared at the top of the stairs, wearing a silky, white night dress. Although she had long black hair, she was too old to be the girl from the previous dreams. She seemed to be struggling with something, so I offered to help her by carrying her empty bin outside for her. She seemed thankful, then I woke up to my alarm

This is all I could remember, all of which came from the 15 minutes or so of REM sleep that I had before my alarm went off. The construction outside started earlier than usual so it made it very difficult to get back to sleep to perform the WBTB. Perhaps this is why my recall was so terrible, as the dreams should have been much more vivid at that point, but unfortunately I couldn't remember anything when I woke up from the second half of my sleep

Recurring elements:
-School
-Local forest

Notes:
-Went to bed at 2:50am and set an alarm for 7am. I got up shortly after, which gave me about 15-20 minutes of REM sleep and enough to extract a few dream fragments for today's entry. I went back to sleep at 7:30am, performed some unsuccessful mantras and woke up at 12pm with nothing to extract
-Although the dreams at 7am were fresh, I wouldn't consider them vivid
-I will not try WBTB again until the construction is finished

Unfortunately, my excellent recall from yesterday didn't quite continue, but I managed to get enough to fill over half an A4 page in notes. I'm starting to think these poor recall attempts are challenges that will benefit me and really exercise my brain in the morning. Perhaps they are a blessing in disguise, and I'll go further in a shorter amount of time with such intense recall attempts each morning

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

The earliest moment I could recall was taking the bus from a road just outside my house, yet again stressing about arriving on time. Upon arriving at my destination, seemingly after a fade-to-black teleport, I began a fashion class and was seated next to a girl with long black hair. She seemed to be the same girl from the first dream of this series, only her aura was more confident and a little intimidating due to her beauty. She also had more makeup on, which I suppose is fitting for a class about fashion. I'd like to think she resembles a Chinese girl my friends didn't get along with, they called her 绿茶, or "Green Tea Bitch". Once the class ended, I took a bus into the local village nearby to buy some snacks. I never actually entered the shop, and in retrospect, I realize now that the shop was in the wrong location compared to IRL. My dad came to pick me up from the village, and he took me back to where the class was held, only now it was a chef-related job. I had to work with my dad and some teenaged guy, who I was furious at and almost started a fight with. I hated the way he acted, but the details are blank. I got too frustrated to stay in this kitchen/classroom hybrid, so I left back to the village again, only this time my friend Louis was waiting to pick me up in his car. I got in, and we travelled down a short road before I suggested we turn right into a car park, but he mentioned that it's no longer free to park there, so we turn left instead. Louis suddenly decided to make an extremely unsafe left turn in the middle of the road, almost crashing into a black car with an older man inside. The man was furious, but I tried to calm him down with an apologetic gesture through the window. Louis finally continued to drive and take a right turn on to a main road, as the dream began fading into a lost fragment or the end of my sleep cycle

I vaguely remember a fragment of a dream where I talked about Pokemon in a dark, ground floor office lobby. It could fit right after the fashion class, as I believe the person I was talking to was a black haired girl

After 30 minutes of fighting against the yet again continuing construction in the morning, I managed to pull together these fragments and stitch them into what feels like a chronological order. I went out in the afternoon after writing my notes down, and made sure to do many reality checks during my bus journey, which seems to be a common dream element for me now

Recurring elements:
-School
-Family, home
-Local area
-Black haired girl for the second time in a week
-Stressful bus journey on time constraints. Stress in general is common it seems
-Getting angry at someone for the second time

Notes:
-Fell asleep just before 2am and woke up at 9:30, began intense recall at 9:50 and was done by 10:30
-Dreams were not very vivid, but good effort at recall has stuck them in my brain

Lots of dreams. not a lot of time to type. I go back to stettler tomorrow for 10 hour shifts. I have wed and thurs off. week off every 3rd week.

Lucid

Vague, low level lucid. I was in a building with lots of people. I seemed to waste time telling them it's a dream. I don't know why I keep doing that. Lucids are frustrating. They are too short for me. Attempts to stabilize seem to make it worse.

dad

Dream where my dad was sleeping somewhere strange but wanted a hug before bed. I obliged.

food twist

I was in my kitchen serving some spaghetti. I dug down in the bowl it was in but underneath was mac and cheese... ok strange combo. I once ate a burger restaurant that had a mac and cheese burger. I literally had to try it. It was interesting but good.

Jamie break up

I woke up in the middle of the night. The jamie voice kept saying she wants to break up. (We both seem to get voices like that, upon waking. We just push through and ignore them. A simple prayer about voices in my head seems to make it stop.) The voice transitioned to a dream. Jamie was holding a blue ATM card, presumably from ATB and said that we were breaking up. She was trying to bend the card until it broke.

Next dreams seemed to indicate whatever was wrong had been solved somehow.

Kittens

I had a FA. In my room were lots of different kittens wandering in and out of my room. One had a really flat face. Others were of the same color. I noticed a baby skunk. I turned away. A woman's voice said it was cute. I looked and saw the skunk run away. The woman had brown hair. I felt it was somehow both Jamie and Asuka merged into one. I said to keep it away from my dog. He's already been skunked twice...

Construction

I was in a big place under construction. The layout made no sense. Young people 16-20s were working there. There was a bridge by a tricky stairwell... I left and went back to it but the people made the bridge into something else... Very hard to describe dream.

Serpents or dragons. Jamie?

I was a giant flying thing. like a flying dragon or serpent. (Very rarely dream about this form.) There were other beings around kind of like me but different. We were playing a game or something. by an ocean ther was a large cave with something inside. I was to collect what was in the cave and bring it back somewhere. The other flying dragon things were supposed to stop me. I went right under the water and waited for one to fly past the cave and away a distance. It seemed to but before I could move. It latched onto me from above. It was gentle, not harmful or threatening. We flew out of the water. I got up above it and playfully held it. It looked at me and smiled. The being had very light grey eyes that seemed familiar. I said, "Oh I could never harm you. you are so friendly." or something.

After thinking I think it was Jamie. That means she was in a dragon flying form in dreams as well?

Pillar

some weird dream about me and some woman building a pillar with metal or something. Not sure exactly what was going on.

Finally some decent recall, although still somewhat disturbed by loud construction, and likely poor sleeping habits too. These notes took up an entire A4 page, which is the largest dream recall effort since restarting

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

As far back as I could recall, I was starting off in my living room at home, standing on the stairs and watching an embarrassing clip of a speech or performance from my old school days. I got off the stairs and decided to play with my dog on the sofa and carpet for a little while. Eventually, I found myself at the beach on another organized trip with Nat, from a previous dream. I saw the entire area from a birds eye view, and instead of the usual stony beaches of Brighton, it was a cartoonishly bright yellow beach, with a lush cyan ocean. There were large, old, stone-grey buildings inland. I hung out with Nat for a while, but I can't remember exactly what we did together.

Before I knew it, I ended up in an apartment I apparently owned, which was located on my Grandmother's road, but somehow within reach of Brighton Beach. The apartment was a little messy, as if it had just been sold with all the furniture untouched, and it was quite dark and gloomy inside. Instead of being with Nat at this point, I was with an old school friend named Tom. I found a wild boar in the kitchen, with its head stuck in a wooden board that was painted as a gnome, with its a hole cut-out where its face would go, like something you'd find at an amusement park. I informed Tom that the boar needed help being freed, and he came to assist me. He tried yanking the boar's head out, but I suggested we try pulling it from its body instead, as it would fit through the hole much more easily. We slipped the boar out, and it bit me as it frantically escaped and began charging around the kitchen in panic. I came up with the idea to open all doors leading from the kitchen to the front door, so that it had a path to escape, but it didn't seem to work. I headed outside, where I found myself at the entrance to the large, stone-grey buildings I had seen from a bird's eye view, and forgot about the boar, waiting with Tom for Nat to text me back about meeting up. She didn't reply, so I headed out to find somewhere to eat, which was conveniently next to the building complex. I headed between a red and white circus tent on the beach, and the building I had just left, up a wide avenue that eventually connected to an equally wide building. Inside was a long stretch of red and gold carpet, with a counter at the end run by one male and one female staff members. Instead of ordering food, which seemed to be a buffet of some sorts, I headed back out to the main square by the building complex, and called Nat, who didn't pick up.

I headed to a supermarket called Asda, to pick up an insulin shot for my dog (or perhaps the boar?), which began a stressful journey to safely deliver the exposed and delicate syringe, I saw the exact same bird's eye view from earlier, and then found myself in a classroom when it faded. I noticed Tony, a famous advertiser from a Chinese company named LC Sign, getting bullied by a nerd named Matt, who was a classmate of mine alongside Tom many years ago. Matt had said something that really upset Tony, who was now flailing and on the verge of tears. After seeing this, I approached Matt from behind and pushed him down to his chair, and then furiously threatened to rip his head off. He didn't seem to acknowledge my presence, so I left the classroom and landed back at the main square by the beach. I got on to a bike and continued my stressful quest to deliver the exposed syringe, which seemed to be located at the buffet from earlier. I cycled down the long avenue, across the red carpet and dismounted at the counter where the same two staff members began to get agitated that I wasn't buying anything. The female worker, who was fairly young and wearing glasses, demanded that I pay £100 for wasting time. The male worker, who was a little older, stepped in to defend me and dismiss the accusations.

I left the buffet for a second time, and found myself in the square yet again. This time, Nat actually responded to me and I met up with her outside the science block of my old school, where I showed her a video that broke down the design of the building my apartment was located in. It showed a long, narrow strip of rooms connected, and mine was at the end. The male narrator informed us that my room was called "Warren House", and a 3D render of the narrow strip of rooms was animated as it broke it down to explain. The dream then ended with a third and final bird's eye view of the area, exactly the same as the prior two

Considering how terrible my recall situation has been, this was a very solid entry for once. I'm very happy with how many details I remember, even 7 hours after scribbling the notes. I'm excited to see what my dreams are like tomorrow morning

Recurring elements:
-Nat, second time she has been featured
-School, marking the fourth dream out of five this week
-Family, home. This would be the third(?) dream out of five
-Travel, the second dream travelling with Nat in particular

Notes:
-Slept at 2am, woke up at 10am
-Recall was initially a challenge, but managed to piece together a lot in 30 minutes
-I wouldn't say the dreams were vivid, despite good recall

This morning was my biggest challenge since starting my new dream journal. The construction outside continues to be as loud as possible at the worst possible time. I could only recall 3 small fragments in half an hour of trying to relax during the barrage of saws outside, and then an important parcel arrived which forced me out of bed to sign for it...

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I believe the earliest fragment, and last to recall, was me in a house at night, but that's it. I also recall visiting my sister and her partner in their house, to help them fix the wifi. For some reason, I had a pod of some black liquid that I accidentally spilled on the couch, but was told it doesn't matter. Fast forward a short amount of time, I was in my own house, upstairs, working in the loft. My sister was driving a small crane, carrying large logs and planks up the stairs for me to put inside the loft and create a bridge. The rest is unfortunately lost

Again, this is worst day so far, with each day seemingly getting worse as far as recall goes. Hopefully the construction stops soon, so that I have enough time and focus to pick up more fragments and make something worthwhile out of them. Since my recall hasn't been great, I've decided to write down everything, no matter how uninteresting, or how small. Speaking of small, I have an image in my head of a blue sky and a large building, but it feels more like deja vu than a dream fragment. I am confident that the night time house was part of a dream, but this image could not be

Recurring dream elements:
-Family, home

Notes:
-Slept at 1:40am, woke up at 9:30am and recalled until 10am. 7 hours is typically the best amount of sleep for me
-Tried mantras, but not for long enough as I got distracted before falling asleep suddenly. Will continue to try and form a good habit
-I typed up yesterday's dream 12 hours after writing the notes, hoping it would impact me positively, but this morning was so bad that it's hard to know if it did anything

First of all, what an insane title for this dream. Neighbours continue to do construction exactly at the time I start trying to recall and connect dream fragments...

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

I find myself as school, yet again, but it's much bigger and almost maze-like due to the sheer amount of small buildings around the pathways connecting them. I was in a science class with old friends, messing around and being terrible students. We decided we would go on a trip, but my company shifted into one girl, nicknamed Nat. Her and I's plan was to travel to a random city for fun, something we've been planning to do IRL. I can't recall what we did, but on the way back we panicked about time and money. We stopped off at a small Cafe for some food, but it was now me and my aunt, as well as others I couldn't identify. I left and re-entered this Cafe as well as repeating a food order for some reason. After leaving, I found myself in a jungle with the school friends mentioned before. One friend asked me to find him a porn video, which I found, but somehow couldn't share the link with him. I felt very uninterested in doing so anyway. As the jungle trek continued, over a large log connecting two cliff faces, I found myself with yet again new company, this time Katie Price (a British celebrity) and her disabled son Harvey. We found an outdoor cinema built into a jungle opening, which extended down many layers. Harvey was fascinated by this cinema, but we really had to leave. It was a challenge convincing him to go, but succeeded anyway. We now arrived at my dad's house, where Harvey had discovered my collection of ecchi anime that, for whatever reason, came with a boxset of 13 extremely thick dictionaries. I pleaded with my mother to confiscate the tray full of ecchi anime and dictionaries from the poor disabled man that was definitely not ready to try and comprehend what he might discover. I remember seeing a projection of an anime girl wearing a blue Japanese swim team costume twerking in a gif format. She had tanned skin and shoulder-length green hair. I then asked my mother why there were so many dictionaries, before drifting off into a black void.

Not the most interesting dream, but it is certainly hilarious to think back on. Again, recall was very difficult on this one, but given my similar experience yesterday, I kept relaxed through the loud construction work and managed to piece together enough of the dream to fill up 2/3 of a page in my notebook. Good enough

Recurring dream elements:
-School, for the third night in row. No surprise given how common this has been for 15 years. Unfortunately, cannot take advantage of it much
-Travelling and worrying about missing trains or not having money. Seems stress leaks into my dreams often

Notes:
-Considering adding sleep/wake up times for future entries to recalculate REM
-Also considering paying attention to waking up during the night, and if dreams happened. Rarely happens though
-Would like to focus more on mantras, had no luck last night. Almost accidentally committed to a WILD attempt, but was not prepared for it so I moved and ended the spinning+visualization I suddenly experienced

My second dream since restarting a dream journal. I had a lot of trouble recalling this one, and almost gave up, but I managed to stitch together enough fragments

Awake|Dreaming|Lucid

The dream seemed to begin on a dark, destroyed map from The Headliners, which gameplay elements from Monster Hunter. I somehow ended up in an office, talking to Herman Li (of DragonForce) about his upcoming tour. He suggested that I buy tickets online, and receive one ticket for a US show, and one for Japan for some reason. I agreed, and decided to head to the local supermarket for some snacks to take with me. I came across what looked like an energy drink in a hard plastic bottle, which was themed around the bugs in Monster Hunter. I revisited this shelf to buy several of the same drink. I then ended up in my Grandmother's old house from when I was a child, but I don't remember much here. I went back to the supermarket one last time, and found there was no stock of the drink I had bought multiple times. Instead, there was one drink on the shelf, also from the Monster Hunter theme, called "Flash Phosphor". I picked it up, and a woman behind me got angry that I had taken the final one, but I ignored her entirely and went off to pay at the self-checkout. I went back out to the destroyed road, where it was dark and quiet. I turn around, and I realize I am being followed by two Jawa-like creature, but they are not harmful. Suddenly, two hideous women on Seikrets from Monster Hunter ride out past me. I seemed to assume they were from Final Fantasy, and was annoyed at how terrible the character designs of the franchise had become. They were shaved bald, obese and covered in tattoos. I continued down the dark road, and came across an eerie reception, where I could see small creatures similar to the Jawas from before, only they now resembled small, sad robots. They were completely lifeless, sitting in place with a sad expression.

Hopefully tomorrow is more vivid

Recurring dream elements:
-Monster Hunter, twice in a row now
-The Headliners, a game I've been playing daily with my friends. I will perform reality checks on both games now
-Local supermarket, visited IRL yesterday

Notes:
-Recall was very difficult and dreams were not vivid