non-lucid

Fade-in to the middle of a baseball diamond. The sky is dark, no stars to be seen. Two dream characters are with me as we run to a little shed, the feeling of fear heavy in the air. The shed is made of wood and metal meshing and full of baseball bats. The two DCs slam up against the shed and start fumbling with the lock. I wait behind them and turn around to see two raptors on the other side of the field. With a crash, the lock falls onto the ground and the door to the shed opens up, baseball bats roll down into a pile on the ground. Both DCs grab one. I turn to look at the bats and look back onto the field just in time to see a DC smash a raptor in the chest with a bat. The raptor flies back 4 meters and ends up in a crumpled heap on the ground. The other DC smashes the second raptors head to the ground. We run down a hallway in the side of the stands at the baseball field. At the end is a golf cart which we get on. -black- It's just me now, and i'm on the highway with a gun that resembles the portal gun. I look to my right to see a field of green grass with animals(dinosaurs) resting. I fire of my gun and a big circle of yellow clear energy shoots out. It splits into many little circles of the same energy and all life in the field is just obliterated. -black- I'm in the middle of an old overgrown forest, looking intro the sky watching shooting stars. They look like alien ships landing on earth.

6/3/2014

In bed: 12:38 AM - 7:43 AM
#4. I. 7:30 AM

I am in some building like a mall. I go to the food court area even though I’m not even hungry. There is a main area for a Burger King then a smaller, long area for other restaurants. As I am passing through the Burger King to the other area, I see on one of the menus they are selling these combo cups that combine two different ingredients. One of them is bacon with chocolate crunch which shocks and disgusts me that they are selling that. I continue to the area with the other restaurants which is through a short door to an area that is not very wide but is a long section with different restaurants along the wall just with a counter and the area that the food comes from is behind the wall. I am not even hungry, so I don’t really know why I came here. One of the servers who is wearing a chef’s hat is standing out from behind the counter as I enter since there must not have been many people around. He asks me if I want to order something. I sort of just want to leave, but tell him to give me a moment.

I am meeting with a club of mine that has to do with Japan. We want to do outreach to different countries around the world. We have either a physical map or a map on a computer, and we are dividing up each person getting assigned to a specific country. I am looking trying to decide what country to pick, and consider Israel. But I realize that since I won’t be picking Japan since that is our main country, so really it doesn’t matter to me. I want to do it randomly.

I am in a different room in the building now. It is kind of like “[“ shape with two indentations on either side. We are playing a team water balloon fight game (it is questionable if these are water balloons or if they are just balls since they never burst) that basically like dodgeball. I am really good at the game and carry more than one ball at a time usually using the one in my left hand as a shield to deflect off throws at me while carrying one or two in my right hand to throw. There is some way of having two lives which has to do with carrying a shield balloon or something. I stay in the corner that I am in getting people that come running over usually throwing my balloon even before I see them anticipating their approach. Pretty much every time, I end up asking if I even hit them as it is hard to tell if I hit them, but they always say that I did. Sometimes, I get hit as well, but using the second life, I stay in the game, and there is some way that I keep restoring it, each time I get a tag. Sometimes, I also manage to stop and trap their throw on my body, so that I effectively catch it and get them out. Towards the end, I am the only person left on my team. There are three or so opponents. I tag one from a distance from my corner then from there run to the other side’s corner which is through a door. I tag the guy inside then pretend to hide from the other guy that is outside. I hear him running towards the door, so I throw out a balloon which goes through the door right as he approaches. I am unsure again if I hit him, but he claims that I did.

We all go to the theater for some event to watch. Most of us are on the left side seats. The guys that were the people left on the other team are sitting behind me. The academic director is sitting near us on the edge of the middle row of seats and ask out who all is going to Japan in the spring. The guys behind me each say that they are going, having already found out which I am excited to meet others going. I tell her that I’ve looked at the application to apply but haven’t started it yet. She tells me to email her my information so that she can help. There is quite a lot of talking going on for this being an event we are supposed to be watching with us and others in front of us talking.

Still in the theater, before long, I see an old friend from high school, DC, has just arrived. She walks up the steps towards where we are and says that she finally got her physical form in. It seems to be the very first day of classes. Most people are oblivious to her arriving for some reason though she does greet and hug a few people in the middle section. When she gets closer to where I am, I wave and she comes over and hugs me. I move my legs over so that she can get through to sit in our row here. I am on the edge, and there was someone sitting to my left that got up to go somewhere, and DC sits there, but I don’t say anything about it. I ask her what happened that made her get here so late, it is already around 11:30 AM. She had a problem with her physical form with some of the words not being in the right order for the official surgeon general. Basically, something stupid. Her dad was luckily able to come to fix it.

Had my first dream but couldn't remember it. My heart was beating fast when i woke up. Must have been a nightmare. After a few hours of relaxing went to sleep and I dreamed I came out my body and a false awakening. The false awakening felt so real though. Felt like real life except i noticed my tv wasn't the same and it was really dark. [The tv was silver and cube shaped and it wouldn't turn on with the remote]After laying there for a while i saw random images all around than had a dream a man put a snake in my room through the window. i screamed really loud, something grabbed my leg, than i tried to kill the snake but woke up. : P

Tonight I had enough sleep and upon awakening I remembered most of my dreams.
However I think I might have made the biggest mistake in Lucid history, completly ignoring a clear sign that I'm dreaming while in bed. This is what happened, I red this new technique here which I thought sounded good:

My personal method of becoming lucid. If anyone is interested. : LucidDreaming

You basicly have to mimic the feeling of an action you're familiar with (like clapping your hands) in your head while you're falling asleep and when you actually start doing this you should know it's your dreambody and you are in a dream. What happened is I tried it and I clearly felled my arms and hands clapping. But instead of thinking I was in a dream I thought I was doing it to intense and thought I was clapping in my bed IRL... I FEEL SO STUPID NOW!

1. The Aurora Borealis

I was at school exiting the main building cause it was pause, when I looked up to the sky it was quiet dark yet the sun (which was in a weird low place of the sky, one it's never IRL) was large and yellow. I could see stars and clouds were slightly glowing blue, I was amazed by the view and it got even better. A beautifull aurora borealis formed and I shouted to people next to me "Look at that! It's an aurora!" I felled intensely happy. It was slightly snowing I think... Then I was teleported to the red square in Moscow looking towards the Kremlin Palace with the aurora and blue sky. I walked to a weird half-open building and some sort of stage was at the back, on the stage 5 mannequins in Napoleon-style army uniforms came out of several door with trumpets and started making music similar to happy Disney music. I've never been to Russia though.

2. Dream film

This dream was like watching a film, I saw Eddie Murphy talking with someone (a guy) about some upcoming resistance they had to prepare against a nation. (in a funny way like his films usually are) They were in some sort of hideout and then the view shifted to another location filming a woman who instructed the 2 men that they had a symbol for the team. The symbol was a horseshoe but I saw it more like a general U-shape for some reason. Next thing I hear is Eddie saying they have to show it to everyone, suddenly I overlook the small house/bungalow they are in with the grass around it and other bungalows, they mowed the grass around their bungalow in squares with inside these squares the U-shape. I thought that it was a bit dumb to show it like that cause I thought the plan had to stay secret... I think they were somewhere in America, maybe Florida.

3. Midnight snack

I was looking at a small bag with nuts in it, I saw that the nuts had different spices around them, I thought of them like crisps. My dad who stood next to me had a different snack, his nuts were larger and I think I also saw a dried pear in it. My mom who stood infront of me looked at me and I said that I would keep my nuts, otherwise my dad would eat them. My dad gave my mom a large nut and she ate it, I saw that it was a crispy nut that crumbled as she bit in it. I ate some of my own and noticed that the nuts in the bottom of the bag had a lot more different spices each, I saw this cause they had weird icons floating above them with symbols like a Pepper or a belpepper. This all took place at my school infront of the doors of the old gym. Then I was teleported to a weird place that was both the kitchen/dining room of my house and the place at school I was before. My nuts were now in a large drinking glass and I felt that my stomach was completly full. I went to the bathroom and opened a secret door that let to the kitchen.(wasn't I already in the kitchen?) I placed the glass on the table and I heard the disembodied voice of my mom telling me I have to eat all the nuts but I ignored her and went through the secret door again out of the toilet and the only thing I wanted at that point was go to bed.

4. Back at school

I was talking with a teacher I've never seen before IRL but in the dream she looked familiar. I talked about the aurora (from the first dream) and the nuts I ate (from the third dream), we stood near the old gym and the sky was still filled with blue glowing clouds. I talked about how crazy people can get when they're addicted or really want something. That moment I looked back and had a flashback of a kid going mental because he didn't get any ice-cream, that boy stood 5 meters behind us and he friendly laughed admitting he acted quiet crazy back then. Then I woke up.

So yeah, it looks like the dreams are getting more and more detailed again, and I remember more dreams every night so we're on our way to lucidity ones again!

Morning of June 4, 2014. Wednesday.



I am near the intersection of Loomis and Gillette Streets in Wisconsin. My wife Zsuzsanna is with me at the intersection. The two intersecting streets are partly covered with an unusual carpet that looks like Turkish angora calico cat fur. My dream self does not question the idea of a street having a loose carpet over it in some sections (or the fact that it would become dirty and worn in practically no time). I am actually lying on my left side at one point (on the southeast area of Loomis Street before intersecting with Gillette) looking at the carpet. It would be more attractive were it not for the somewhat disordered lumps and folds. The ginger, gold, cinnamon, white, darker brown, a very pleasing burnt sienna, and other shades are in a random variegation. I still see it as an attractive feature.

I am concerned, because there seems to be a small animal under the carpet that is moving about, though it seems to be bigger at times. Cars are mostly going west down Gillette Street and I am wondering if I should lift the carpet up in case the animal wanders too close to oncoming traffic. Zsuzsanna is uncertain if it is an animal, as it may be the movement of folds caused by each car as it drives over it at the center of the intersection. The animal, if it is one, sometimes almost seems to move like a snake, as there is also a slight twisting movement for a time. It may even be a large earthworm.

Eventually, after watching for several minutes, it does turn out to be an animal that had been causing the movement and odd smaller fold shifts, and the animal finally leaves the area as if perhaps he had been looking for food for a time and had not found much. It is an unusual coppery-tinted (more like a mongoose color) badger. He (I assume it is a male) comes out from under the carpet and then walks slowly west down Gillette Street. I am not very surprised but I hope that he does not get run over. The colors are a little similar to the calico cat carpet and there is extra detail in his body markings, almost like handwriting.

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An intersection is autosymbolism for neural gating that presents the potential for remaining in the dream state (or going deeper back into sleep) or waking. The carpet as it is featured here is a dream state indicator due to its nature as serving as a blanket. The badger coming out from under the blanket is an analogy to me getting out of bed. In my dream, I am on my left side, as I am oriented in reality while sleeping.

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Morning of June 4, 2014. Wednesday.



My family and I are living in some sort of composite of our present home and the one on Barolin Street. I am doing some sort of meditation and affirmation pulsing, but it seems to involve projecting or focusing down into an image rather than forward - thus I am not quite sure of the intent or effectiveness, as well as the tabletop involving about a four by four matrix of these “cards” or photographs (in possibly a random construct rather than having a particular pattern). My mother seems present for a time, and for a short time, it also seems to have Loomis Street features. My wife seems slightly annoyed by the look of the “cards” and I get the impression it may be because of a slight association with Tarot (aka “enemy cargo”), though they are not actually Tarot cards and what I am doing has nothing to do with the pointless (and spiritually problematic) system of Tarot “reading” of any kind. Still, I gather them up and think about doing something else.

I decide to go for a walk and end up walking through a changed house that almost seems like a large school. I seem to be going west as one area is still somewhat like the Barolin Street house. The stairs, however, are more complex, and I then see I had apparently been on a second floor of a building. Michelle L is there, sitting on the bottom of the stairs, but is not in a happy mood and does not seem to know who I am (or at least care) and wants to steal whatever money I may have on me (which is actually none in-dream, I think). I mentally will the gun from her hand as an unknown male is walking into the immediate area who is somewhat pimp-like in dress but may be part of a nearby gambling casino. Not much happens after this and I go on to a different scene.

This other scene involves Stadcor Street and I then seem to be in Brisbane at our old house there. A man that reminds me of Al Capone is present (and is dressed like a 1940s gangster), with a couple other gangsters. He wants to use me to help him cheat at a gambling venue (in the backyard). I am passive in this endeavor because I do not know how he will react should I say no. He might choose to shoot me if I do not go along with his scheme, but I do not really feel threatened in anyway, nonetheless.

We go out to what would otherwise be the dilapidated garage in the backyard where the old military Ford Blitz (that the land owner had bought on a whim prior to our moving there but never worked on) was in real life and partly holding up much of what was left of the garage on that side (the garage eventually collapsed in real life, missing falling on me by only seconds). The area in-dream instead has a “giant” slot machine that is somewhat like a giant metal Rolodex as well as with rock tumbler features. It is nearly as big as a car. There is one smaller section on the side that is somewhat like a trapezoid with a curved base over the edge of the front, reminding me rather loosely of part of a “giant” visor in a suit of armor. A person puts in a coin, pulls the remote lever down (which seems separate and to the left of the machine itself and just above a persons head to start) to start it up, then pulls the lever down again to stop it for the potential to “hit the jackpot” or win a smaller amount. What I do to “detect” after when the other male is to pull the lever to stop it is almost reminiscent of cracking a safe or a giant combination lock. I put my left ear to the surface of the side of it when he pulls the lever the first time. It is extremely vivid and clear and I can actually tell exactly when the particular section of the cylinder comes around inside the structure again relative to the internal weight distribution and such. However, I say “now” just a fraction of a second too soon, but this does not matter, as the man stands in the way as the lever hits him on the shoulder (almost knocking him down), delaying it exactly for the time required for the particular drivers and pins to engage in the machine itself.

A large number of gold and silver coins (I think of which are Australian two dollar coins and perhaps Australian twenty cent coins or American quarters) start pouring out onto a trough-like section of what resembles a smaller cigarette vending machine, which seems separate and perpendicular to the “giant slot machine”. The other male looks sort of dazed or “blank” to a greater degree rather than excited about winning all that money but does seem vaguely happy or amused in a short time.

For some reason, the actor Ian Somerhalder (possibly because my wife had mentioned seeing him in a show other than “Lost” the day before - “The Vampire Diaries”) comes over and informally arrests the man (he is not even dressed in any sort of uniform). Bizarrely, the Al-Capone-like character seems to be under arrest not because he did anything wrong, but because he has money. Apparently, the scene seems to imply that it is illegal to have money or the potential to buy something. I do not question the scene and I am “aware” that Ian had played Superman in a movie or television series when that is not the case.

May 11, 2014

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This dream was one of the most vivid and powerful dreams I have ever had. It was short, but it was so... wow.

I dreamed that I had just come home from the hospital after giving birth. I must have still been in high school or something, because I was living at my parents' house. My mom had taken the baby inside the house, and I walked around outside for a little while.

When I got back inside, I took my baby in my arms and walked back to my room, closing the door. I just wanted to be alone with my baby. I stood leaning on the door, and tried to feed the baby; it hadn't breastfed at the hospital, and It had made me feel so depressed. I tried now, and it still refused. I switched the my right side, and like magic, the baby started to feed. It was... It's so hard to describe how it felt. It felt so REAL.

I could feel it physically. It was the strongest feeling I've ever had. I felt all the warmth and joy and magic and mystery that a mother must feel the first time she and her baby share that intimate moment... At least, I think that's how it would feel. I won't know until I feel it for real some day. But man. It was so strong. So vivid. I even remember what the baby looked like. Every detail. It had my eyes and the same thick hair I had when I was born, but the nose and chin must have been its fathers. I remember every little pink vein in its face. I wish I remembered whether it was a boy or a girl, but I never checked (it sounds silly now, but why would I have to check if I already knew?) I hope it was a girl. but I think if it were a boy, it would be cool.



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I woke up and looked around for my baby. It was the saddest wake-up I've ever experienced. It felt like a hole had been ripped out of me, at first. It faded as the morning wore on, but I was out of it all day. Even now, in June, I feel a hole in my heart that won't be filled until I have that baby for real.

May 08, 2014

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Dream within the dream: A smurf-like girl (she was blue and had a hat) and a human boy met on a beach. It was dark and red-tinted.

I woke up from the dream within the dream, and found out a young boy was going to live with us. It was the boy from my dream. We were to protect him for a couple of years and give him tests to see if he would be ready for the prophecy that was said about him; he and that girl would save the world from a tyrannical rule.

So we moved to a small house in the middle of nowhere and gave him the series of test, all of which he passed easily.

By the time of the prophecy, we left the house in the middle of nowhere and took the boy to Grog (where ever the frack that is). It was on a beach; it felt like it was a beach in the northern side of Lake Michigan. As we passed the enemy camps to get to the beach, we were ambushed and captured, and taken to one of the tents in the center of the camp. We were tied to posts and gagged to keep us quiet.

But it turned out we had an insider there. He was a Kung Fu master, and singlehandedly laid waste to everyone there, while carrying me, still tied up. He freed us all and untied us, and we made our way to the beach as he continued to strike down everyone in our path, easily.

When we got to the beach, the sky was all prismatic and rainbow, a bit like oil gets when it spills on pavement. I got out my phone to take a picture, and I remember I was thinking only in hashtags for a good five minutes of the dream. For instance, while I was taking pictures of the rainbow oil sky, I was thinking #nofilter and #wow.

Then, the lake caught fire and the sky turned deep orange. I took a picture of that, too, and noticed a large, dark castle out in the water. There were rocky spires around it, and a giant dragon statue out of black stone at the front gate of it. There was no bridge to the castle. My mom called the castle Grog when I asked what it was.

We all turned West and walked along the beach, where we found the smurf-like girl from my dream. She stood at a big stone gate. Our boy walked up to her, smiled and hugged her as if they were old friends (even though he'd never met her before). He embraced her very awkwardly, though, too. Since he was a young boy still. They held hands and each touched the gate, which opened with a whirring sound. Some white mist gets released from behind the gate, which spreads over the whole area, lifting the fire and returning the sky to a normal sunset.

We all leave the boy and girl together, for some reason. Like they had a lot of catching up to do. Like, thousands of years of catching up to do, even though they were only 10 at most. While they talked, my family, the Kung Fu master, and I all painted bright, colorful, happy pictures over all the symbols of the tyrannical regime we could find.

April 17, 2014

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The backpacking group was getting ready for a new trip, and Ivan and I were in charge of arranging transport, and for some reason we thought it was a good idea to go by Tractor. And so, on the way to meet with some other people, we passed a barn, and he opened the door and offered me a genuine tractor ride. We got into the tractor, and started down the road toward the meeting place.

But we got pulled over by a cop, who ended up being one of my friends, Tish. She spoke in a heavy northern Spain accented German (she doesn't speak German in the Waking world) and I was so surprised to see her, and started chatting with her. We talked in German and she told me she had only pulled us over because she saw me and wanted to mess with me. "I won't give you a ticket, but I will check your trunk, just in case," she said, winking. She walked to the back, opened the truck, and gave Ivan the thumbs up to keep driving. When we catch up to the others in out group, we drive past them in the Tractor, taunting them and bragging about our shiny red tractor.

Then, we go to some sort of conference for Tractor drivers. The tractor had turned into a sort of Code Geass suit for two. We listened to a speaker, though I can't remember what the talk was about. This woman siting next to us asked us a really religious question. I was taking notes on a graphing calculator.

Then I woke up.

April 15, 2014

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This dream is all fragments but it was so random.

I was in a class and forgot my materials, but apparently that had happened many times before. I still got the answers right so I got to stay in class.

One of my German teachers, Andy, was the teacher of that class, and we were all speaking German.

After class I got into a dice fight with a classmate; he was my adopted brother I think?
We were literally throwing huge dice at each other and swearing vehemently.

April 10, 2014

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The Backpacking group and I went to Vienna. At first, it was just Zukin and I watching a Miyazaki film; I was sitting on a dresser for some reason. Once the movie had finished (it made me cry, I remember), the rest of the group joined us and we went and roamed about the town. At some point later in the night, everyone else wanted to get Ice Cream, but I had to get back to my family; I was actually there with my family. My grandpa had bought a condo in Vienna and we were all visiting. The backpacking group had just happened to be there as well (because it's perfectly normal for 9 people to randomly all decide to go to Vienna at the same time right?)

I knew where I was going, so I split from the group in a large, unlit parking lot that looked more like downtown Detroit than it did Vienna; I went right while they went more left. I remember it being a little scary at first, but then I came to a lit and busy, high-end street. It was the street my grandpa had his condo on, and so I turned left and walked up the street to get back to his place.

As I approached his building, I ran back into the group; it turned out they had decided to go to a Hot-Tub Ice Cream Parlor on the ground floor of my grandpa's condo building (don't ask me what my sleeping mind thought was normal about a hot-tub ice cream parlor). You know how cafes often have tables out on the sidewalk when the weather is nice? Well this place had hot tubs right out on the sidewalk. I decided to join them after all since it was so close to my grandpa's place, and Stussy and Josh jumped right into an empty tub, clothes and all on.

I told them I needed to go up and get my swimsuit, though, and went into the building. The bellboys recognized me and let me through just fine, pointing me to the elevators since I didn't really remember where they were (it had been my first time there in a long time)

The elevator ride was fracking scary. It was a large elevator, like a freight one. My grandpa was on the 97th out of 100 floors, and around the 10th floor, the elevator started to jerk and shake. It was a long ride, and around floor 80, I thought the whole elevator would break lose and fall. I finally reached the right floor and ran out of the elevator. Then I had trouble finding the right apartment. For some reason, Ivan had come up and found me then. We both went off and eventually found Bob and Erik, and they pointed us in the right direction. We found the right room, and for some reason the key was a toothpick. I opened the door and greeted my family; my grandpa wasn't there yet, but one of my aunts from the other side of the family was, for some reason. My mom was in a hot tub in the middle of the living room (I think this part of Vienna had a weird obsession with hot tubs). I asked her where she'd put my suitcase, and she told me it was in one of the bathtubs (to which I was like WTF). I left Ivan out in the living room and went to change into my swimsuit. I woke up as I was pulling off my shorts and someone was opening the door. Who was it??

We shall never know.

April 04, 2014

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I was a male farmer, and was for some reason put into jail. I was in a solitary confinement, too. I must have done something pretty bad. But I can't remember what it was. I kept flirting with the guards, who were also mostly male. I get the feeling I was House (the Television Doctor, yes) for some reason. Maybe I started the dream as House and morphed into a Farmer as I often do during my dreams (well, not to farmers. I change form quite often in my dreams. Maybe it's just multiple dreams weaving into each other).

Anyways, I was always trying to escape. At some point, when I was getting my dinner, the two guards who brought it to me were new, and looked young and stupid. They opened the barred door to give me my food, and I shouted "Oh thank GOD you guys are here! The bastard stole my clothes and ran off! He went that way!" I pointed down the hall, from whence they'd come. "You gotta go get him before he escapes for real! Don't worry, I'll watch the door."

And they were all grateful and went off after "me."

So escaping was really easy. I left, walked down the hall, and down the stairs to the front door. It turned out the prison was actually at the top floor of a mall. The security guards at the front door didn't even look at me as I exited the building.

Once I'd turned a corner, I started to run down the street. I jogged as far as I could and found a delicious looking food joint. It was run by this really sweet old lady, who gave me some blueberries when I asked for some and explained I didn't have any money because I'd just gotten out of jail on good behavior. She gave me a glass of water, too.

But I left, because I was suspicious of her. She started looking at me funny, so I thought she had called the cops. I thought she might have seen me on TV on a breaking news report or something. And so I continued jogging away, and got a text from a friend asking how I was. I was about to reply when I woke up.

March 20, 2014

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I was with the Backpacking group again, plus a few extra people. I know for sure that Bob and Erik were there. There may have been one or two other people, as well, but I forgot who they were or if they were there.

We were all going on some trails around a mountain. The thing is, they all had obstacles or puzzles to get past them. The first one I remember had a really steep incline that was hard to climb on your own. There were stairs along the side of it, but the stairs were unstable and slanty, and there was no handrail. We made it past that one, and came up to a monorail type chairlift thing. While getting on, we had to split off so one person from our group (I am pretty sure it was Bob) was left to get on the next tram-thing. We had already decided which stop to get off at, so we weren't too worried about losing each other.

What we hadn't accounted for was that the transporter was super fast and getting off was a bit of a chore. The way it worked was that you couldn't really see where you were, but you had to mentally decide when to get off of it and just hope it was the right stop. I shouted for when to exit, and we ended up in a deserted cottage in a glum and misty mountain clearing. I had a REALLY strong sense of deja vú here. I think I may have dreamed of this place before, but I can't be sure. We had gotten off the transport a stop too early, and this place was the one place we hadn't wanted to be.

It was dark and creepy and abandoned. Rundown. Dusty. Everything was dim and gray. We all stood there for a moment, and then I went outside to inspect the area, but all these zombies and monsters were coming to life all around me. Every direction I turned, there were things coming to get me. It got cold all of a sudden.

Then, Ivan grabbed my shoulder and we went back inside, and the monsters all dissolved back into the ground. We tried to get out of there, but eventually Bob found us. He said he'd gotten off at the right stop, but we weren't there, and he'd assumed we had gotten off a stop too early.

We eventually figured out the trick to that "trail," though I can't remember what it was. We found ourselves back on a normal trail, and I pulled out a map of the area to find out where we needed to go to get to where we had planned on going before the mishap wit the transporter.

From there on out the dream is blurry. I remember fragments where Jasmine was there, but I don't know whether they were in the beginning or at the end of the dream. I feel like it was before the very steep part, and only for a moment, as she was in a passing group going the other direction. She was with a guy, who I assume was her boyfriend.

March 17, 2014

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My family and I were on a long road trip; I can't remember where we were headed, though. I only really remember one part of this dream; we were driving through a wooded area in the mountains, and suddenly the road lead us to a bridge that had broken away years ago. We were stumped for a while, but we found a pile of good lumber nearby; it looked like people had been getting ready to rebuild the bridge but has suddenly stopped, leaving all the lumber there years ago. It was old lumber, gray, but still good and strong.

So we rebuilt the bridge. Bob, Erik and I did the work while mom and dad tried to find people or a place to stay for the night in case we didn't finish in time.

The scenery was really vivid, but hard for me to describe;
it was wooded mountains (it reminded me of Mirkwood forest from the Hobbit) like I said before, but at the same time it was also a bit like a desert mountain with lots of spikes of red rock and arches under which the road wound.

March 12, 2014

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I am a traveler in some olden Europe-esque land. I met Zukin on the road, and we decided to travel together. We talked a long time as we traveled, and I found that she, like I, could not live in her own country anymore because of some political strife.

Along the road, we met with Kebab (who is actually someone from the group we both went backpacking in Texas with. The whole group appeared in this dream), who joined us in our travels. I think he was some sort of dwarf or mine-worker. We were walking along a wide open field with hills when we met a Japanese (Or at least, this dream's equivalent of Japanese) Prince. He traveled with us for a few days and then asked Zukin to marry him. She said Yes right away, and we all four traveled back to his home country.

We almost got lost at one point, while we were traveling at night (Sound familiar, Zukin?) because we were behind schedule, but luckily the Prince knew where he was and was able to find the road again.

We got to his palace, and the wedding was planned for five days from our arrival. The main hall was long and tall, with huge windows lining one entire wall. There were red and gold tapestries hanging from the ceiling along the entire length of the hall. The kitchen was at one end of that hall, through a concealed door.

Zukin learned Japanese (again, dream equivalent) really fast and was texting the Prince all the time, even though we were in the same building (also, I don't know why we had cell phones...). For some reason, I was put up in the kitchen; my bed folded out of the Oven (haha!). I started thinking it was strange that with a whole fracking castle full of rooms, they put me in the kitchen instead of a real room. It was then I realized I must have been under some sort of spell, and so I started snooping around. I got Kebab to help me by keeping an eye on Zukin while I stalked the Prince.

Then, I overheard him speaking with his attendant saying some really horrible things about me. I got even more suspicious, because he was always perfectly normal and kind to me, even when Zukin was not around. I did some more digging around and it turned out he was soooooo fracking corrupt; he extorts money from people, is abusive to his subjects, and apparently he needed to marry within the week or else his inheritance would be withheld from him.

But by now it's the day before the wedding, and there's not much I can do to get Zukin to stop the wedding, because she's been brainwashed or put under some sort of strong spell. I was plotting in my Oven-bed when I met another member of the backpacking group (Let's call him Ivan), who turned out to be a spy from another country who was there to overthrow the Prince and reveal his corruption. We decide to work together to stop the treachery of the Prince, and at intervals, the rest of the backpacking group also ended up in my bedroom (aka the Kitchen). They were all from different countries and all were trying to stop the Prince. they'd all pretended not to speak English to infiltrate the Castle as workers. They were all under cover, and so well all devised a plan to save Zukin and stop the Prince.

My role in the mission was to go on a "Double Date" with Zukin and the Prince, with Ivan as my date. (Can't say that wasn't self-serving, as I had a huge crush on him in the Waking World). While we were all on the date, the others would get what they needed from the Prince's royal office/bedroom or where ever he kept his incriminating documents.

I woke up as Ivan and I met up with Zukin and the Prince.