non-lucid

Okay, this is a bit of a long one with a lot of miscellaneous actions, but the really interesting parts are in red...

I stood in a circle with a large group of people at an outdoor celebration of sorts, headed by the owner of the restaurant I work at. He spoke for a while, then we all dispersed to mingle.. however there was a colossal snake slithering around the entire time, often getting close to me. It was about twelve feet high and was extremely wide and long, with huge beady eyes. It was a mottled brown and black color. I told a couple people that I would go and meet the snake, but I knew he could smell fear and it scared me. I walked around a while, talking to DCs and avoiding the huge snake. Eventually I was outside a large tent-corridor a distance from the gathering, and the snake came through. It kept trying to come through various doors, but I would zip them up before it could enter, though I was letting it smell me so that when I came toward it, it would know me and be friendly. A DC distracted me by pointing out a comic behind the snake that I knew explained its back-story, but I couldn't see it clearly.

The snake transformed into a massive gorilla, like King Kong. He charged through the door, grabbed me, and picked me up, taking me a distance away into the night. We spoke a while, and though I can't remember the details, I knew that by talking to me he learned about the concept of death, of which he had been blissfully unaware before. I also knew that he associated the concept with me, which made me feel threatened, though I was acting cool, calm and interesting on the surface. He wanted to show me a trick, as he had apparently spent his life forced into circus work. He threw me lightly into the air, and though I could imagine him tearing me in two with ease, he lightly caught me. I let him throw me again and relaxed myself utterly, and knew pure joy as I knew I was safe in his massive grasp. We went inside, and I was now friends with the snake-ape. There was a council of his owners. I attempted to slip past them, but they offered me a breakfast fajita, which I politely accepted. They began to talk to the proud and insolent Kong, who was newly awakened to the concepts of mortality. One of the chiefs asked, what were you talking about? I responded, we were just talking about life. Technically true, dream self, well played. The gorilla was talking about his past, perhaps his mother had been poached by the corrupt council. They attempted to assuage him with soothing, honeyed words that shuffled the blame from them. One woman turned into a bird and massaged his back with her claws, which he liked. Before I figure out the conclusion, I awoke.


Wake, sleep, dream. I was in a classroom without a teacher. The kids were passing around bowls and bongs and getting ripped, myself included. Then, authority figures entered and demanded we register our drugs, mainly acid, as weed was still illegal. I kept the bubbler I had hidden under a blanket.

I was home again, and my mother left, exhorting me to be moral. I got in a car with some friends and went to a hill near my house to smoke the ganja I had left over from the classroom. We went into a massive trailer and sat in a circle. A couple other friends came in, along with a guy who must have lived there, then they left to go adventuring. I sat and smoked a bit, got bored and left. I came across a group of women playing volleyball in an empty swimming pool, and saw others climbing pine trees. The hill was well populated. I walked down to the university gym and saw more girls playing volleyball, and some guys playing a game. There was food on the sidelines and many morbidly obese players.

Next, I was at a camp or retreat of some sort. We were all hanging out and I was acting a clown, cracking jokes and goofing off. I went to the bathroom, walked in and cleaned a urinal, then walked out. Turned out I was in the ladies restroom! A couple guys followed after me, too. A tall, extremely beautiful woman came up and laughed about the mix-up, and I told her she now had to use the guys, because it was all mixed up. She had writing on her lips. I offered to kiss her, but she asked, right or left? I said, right, and presented my right cheek for her to kiss. Later, we played a game like hide and seek. I decided to hide in a box, but couldn't decide between one or the other side of the room, so I didn't have time to get the box closed, and was immediately caught.

I'm in a magnificent cathedral. I'm with someone, and see a friend about to go play a guitar onstage, and he waves at me. A priest walks up to me, and asks, are you confident?to which I simply say, yes.He leads me to a wall. There is a small, tight mouth, an opening, on the bottom of it, covered in runes and glyphs, wrought in beautiful stone work and pouring out red and orange. It looks like the mouth of Hell. He says something to the effect of, it's good you're confident, you'll need it, or we'll see, I can't remember. I barely fit in the gap, and began a slow facedown descent, using hand-holds on the passage to keep myself from tumbling. I see two scorpions, and wonder, why am I down here? I'm not even Catholic. After a while of indecision, I exit into sunlight and fresh air. Another priest stands there and asks, what you doing? The real challenges are ahead, you must face your demons.I pathetically say I need shoes, look down and I'm wearing them. He extols me to have courage and continue, so I go back into the mouth, down, down, down. I'm on a stair case that's unbelievably cramped, with hundreds of even tinier scorpions that I run over, worrying that one is in my shirt. I'm now in a dark, quiet and misty stone corridor bathed in glowing white and blue. I enter a room to the right, and find myself looking at two animal spirits floating over stone wells. One I can't access, but the other purports to be a mirror of the soul, and speaks proudly and with disdain. From a third person perspective, it consumed me, and I now look like Harry Potter. It was all fire within, and he discussed a Reformation of sorts. Whether the historical one, or a personal one, I don't know.

Then, there's my brother next to me. He has a beautiful amulet and he gives it to me to help me. I thank him, and awaken.

Morning of May 28, 2014. Wednesday.



I am on my way to a supposed meeting with an unknown male. I am not sure why. It seems to relate to some sort of business, perhaps even the local black market.

I end up talking to a male who had been sleeping against a concrete wall on a shabby makeshift bed in a cul-de-sac area near a large shopping mall. He is rather large and stocky. Even though he appears to be homeless, he also seems to have enough finances to eat fairly well, though he is dressed informally in shabby clothes. Over time, another male is in the area and also talks with him. The other male does not seem homeless.

The unkempt homeless man seems like a sort of scavenger and street-opportunist and also talks about stealing jewelry and anything else of value from various females who shop in the region. Apparently he has not been caught, although his present sleeping conditions actually seem worse than those of some jails.

Eventually, a young female seems to literally step out of my body as if my body was some sort of “portal” for interdimensional travelers. She is dressed in old-fashioned clothes, almost ballroom-like and she regards the other males curiously. The homeless male asks to see more of her necklace and the girl lifts up the chain so that a larger pendant rises up from behind her fancy lacy blouse.

From here, things go a bit stranger. The rays of light coming from the pendant are too bright to directly look at and there is a very slight audio effect that is somewhat wind-chime-like, almost inaudible, and with a very low-volume higher-pitched continuous tone “matching” it - seeming like two isolated higher frequency bands (with no spanning broadband ranges), but again, almost inaudible. In fact, the rays extend a fair distance, possibly reaching two or three city blocks away. The homeless man covers his eyes a bit but still tries to see the girl and the necklace yet all that is visible for the most part is bluish white light. The girl starts to make fun of human beings (even though she looks like a normal human being herself) and what they do and how they move, seemingly with great pleasure and miming and continues on like…

“Oh look I’m a human; I can walk around on two legs. Then I can sit down. Then I can stand up and oh look I can walk around on two legs again. Then I can sit or stand…”

“Do I have a brain? Yes, I do, but only in my head; I can’t see or even guess what is ahead in my future very far and oh look, let’s just walk into this wall since we didn’t see it coming” (mimics walking into a wall).

“And, oh look, now that I have walked into a wall, I guess I will sleep here from now on with my two legs. But sometimes I will sit or stand and then walk again…”

This is likely exasperating for the other two males but I do not mind it so much. Eventually, an additional normal-looking male (except for the fact that he seems dressed as a swashbuckler) begins to appear in various “pieces” in a holographic form about five feet from our little group…not fully forming by the time I wake. I get the vague impression that it could be a holographic “shell” that I may inhabit when going off for a time with this being.

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Long night full of dreams, experienced vividly, memory a bit fleeting since no recording until morning

23:58 bedtime

remee on, 10 minute signal interval, 4.5/5 hour delay
left remee signaling every 10 minutes on all night, I think it helped me to sleep more lightly. I noticed the lights several times during the night (being awake, I think, or in light sleep) Also, afternoon nap for 1.5/1.75 hours, it was harder to get to sleep at bedtime but lighter sleep and more aware of dreams, but nothing lucid.

00:00 Wednesday 2014-05-28

+ I FLEW TO SPACE! Saw the earth descending and shrinking beneath me, cities lit in the night-time regions, I was scared to leave the area of the earth for fear of never finding my way back again.

+ In the home of my college friends, do lots of stuff there, they have young children, I revisit them later in the night in another dream, they were playing music featuring the instrument that I play, I say "you always play such great <instrument> music," I hear the instrument very clearly, like it's playing a long solo or a concerto.

+ A buffet with very elegant and nicely sized sushi, I think these are good sized and a real meal (I eat one?)

+ I'm designing some animations in a video game, the screen is live before us floating in the air, I'm trying to show my client (a woman) my work to get her to review it and approve it but she just won't listen to me, I see these animations for a long time, I'm comparing my animations to the build-in animations and how they cover the avatars of the people displayed on the bottom of the screen, the animation is called "over the rainbow."

+ I'm gathering up a board game to take with me to play later and realize I've forgotten the dice, I see them on the ground, starting with the 20-sided die, they're probably required to play the game, some guys say yes they're required, I see more and more strangely shaped dice, 8-sided, 4-sided, 5-sided, then really bizarre irregular shapes.

+ I'm trying to close and secure the sliding door of a rented room, trying to get the panels of the door to connect to one another and to the door frame, it's really flimsy, I think I just can't leave this room with the door open, I think I've left the keys in the room, I debate hopping over the door panels to go get them, I eventually do.

+ I'm flying around a neighbourhood looking at cars driving and thinking about where to park.

+ I'm traversing an unusual freeway exit with my wife, trying to choose the right path through to our destination, we're mostly DO and flying. The earth/ground is unuusally shaped, like rounded tall hourglass columns with steep sides, we're standing on top of one and I think I'll fall down one of these columns if I try to walk down

+ I'm DO flying around large indoor spaces, like concrete parking garages, with my parents, looking for the elevator, I know this area is inside a national scientific laboratory, I see portions of large scientific machines poking through the walls and floor of the garage, I see people with shopping carts near cars?

I was with an old music teacher, a phenomenal character and wonderful director, and one of my better high school friends. Someone else was with us as well, and he was describing to me things I could work on, flaws of mine. One was, when you start to talk, you have interesting things to say, but you start out by being BORING. After a while, I went to leave, and my old director gave me a very understanding and penetrating look. I smiled back at him, but I felt fake and a little hurt.

I was back at my old school, a private Christian school. I was a new student, though it was more of a return than my first exposure. As I walked up, a friend's brother gave me a love note from a girl. I said, that's art. He agreed. I was assigned a locker, was given an American flag outfit, and puffed a cigarette an assistant manager of mine was finishing, as a couple people were smoking in the hall. I entered a social studies class, and as I went to choose a seat, I couldn't decide where I fit in. I usually sit in the back so I can see everything, but I wanted to be more focused and thought the middle would be better. I sat in the back anyway. The manager at work was my teacher. I realized I hadn't done the given assignment that everyone else had (man, really took me back to school days), so I slipped out of class. I didn't have my books, either, and decided to retrieve them.

I ended up getting on a bus and traveling down the block a ways with a whole group of other people. The only notable DC was a young, tiny red-headed, blue boy who became scared at one point. I comforted him with a hug. We proceeded to wreck several times, sometimes flipping in the air. Our bus became a semi truck at one point, caught fire, exploded, returned to a bus. I ended up running ahead of the group once we got out. I had lost one of my USA flag shoes, but I had a Vibram on instead. Everyone was fine, because my dreams like safe car wrecks like that. I re-entered my school, and a boy greeted me and said there was naught but a minute left in class, so no point in returning. I showed off my bicycle to him, and a couple friends of mine came in and got food and dishes from a stocked kitchen the school had. We talked about how nice the school had become, a scholastic paradise compared to what it had been.


Wake, sleep, dream. I was on vacation with my family, in town at the beach. We're sitting outside a building, my brother, sister and mother all go inside. I have a large piece of black paper, and I'm writing on it with my finger. It's a message to a woman on Mars. My whole family is going to a colony there, my sister longer than anyone, because it was stated she had been to the Dominican Republic (she does often travel). We return to the house, and I quickly go to the computer to email a woman, perhaps the same one. I wonder at why all I want to think or talk about is dreams (!!) and that it's good that she's my dream guide (!!). Great thing I became, lucid, or not. Missed freebie. Anyway, there's a strange segment of a hologram coming from the email that shows a couple people from school again.

Afterward, or maybe in the email, I'm in a series of music videos. In the one I remember, it was quite hilarious; I was in a flamboyant, red, pimp-like outfit with feather, a hat, the works. I have a gang, a gaggle, a skulk, a pride of people behind me, and we're all carrying drinks. We're facing off with another group. As the leader, I dramatically pour my drink, maybe a beer, on the ground. The rest of my group follows suit, but the drinks from the taller ones fill up the shorter people's cups again so they have to pour them out again. There's another segment I can't remember.

Next, I'm at home. There's a guy about my age with short, blond hair, who calls himself Patrick.. o'Leary, if I remember. He's mowing our lawn, though I end up finishing it. We make conversation, and at one point he says I might not even remember, it's not a big deal, but I had pranked him, or something of that nature. I can't remember and am confused. I ask, did I get you too drunk? He laughs and says never mind, and no. However, there's a strange vibe lingering in the air, like he's being outwardly fake but inwardly analytic. Next door, a cook at work is lying on a driveway looking in a mirror foppishly, sporting a mane of blonde hair that he doesn't have in real life. I say, hey, dude, to him. Patrick says, hey, Tony. We go inside and meet my mother on the way in. She gets a set of keys from Patrick, and is laughing and friendly but says she'll keep him accountable. I have covert plans to maybe offer Patrick some ganja now that my mother's leaving, even though (or due to how) I've quit smoking in recent days (hence the REM rebound). The strange vibe stays around, but we're quite friendly together. Before any more events transpire, I wake, disappointed to miss such a clear and present dream sign as the email.

5/27/14

Last night, bed after 10pm

DRs remembered at 3:40am

- I'm on an airplane. Seats are at comfortable distance from each other, more like on a bus, than an airplane. There is a disruptive passenger, and someone I know finally said something to him, but others are telling him not to bother.

- Somebody wants me to cut some watermelon for kids

- My cousin R is developmentally stunned, and we just noticed

- Going with someone to a small town by car, stopping along the way in some grassy area

- My department manager hands me a check for 3700 dollars. I think it's because the computer that sends checks to my account for direct deposit is broken. But he says "you deserve it" and the amount is more than my weekly pay, so Im not sure what it is for.

DR 1 at 7am

I'm on a street. I see some bad people running towards me. I quickly run into first door, which happens to be an abandoned restaurant or food shop. I'm trying to find an incospicuos place ot hide. I think that a closet with some shelves will do. I open the closet door, that's made out of light colored polished wood. There are 3 large shelves. I start moving some items from the middle shelf, so I can get in there. I climb in, and as I do, I can see through some opening, that the enemy fighters have entered the room.

So I don't have time to close the door, or they would see me do it. Now one of them is looking inside the cabinet and I squint my eyes, as if that helped so he doesn't see me. When he steppes away, I see more of them walking in the room and every time I'm about to close the door, I hear or see someone in the hallway. I finally manage to close the door.

DR 2

I'm in a one story, long building. Has a feel of a school. I'm telling someone to clean up before they leave. So we are pulling weeds from vegetable gardens and picking vegetables into a shopping cart.

There is a ghost there somewhere, in some of the rooms, but I can't see him. Some others can. I'm asking them to tell me how it looks like, or where it is.

at a gymnasium on the penny board in bunch of a front of people. i was going to take my seat and i had the oppurtunity to drop in on the half pipe and i bailed out. igor was playing the main roll in the play.

later i was helping my sister write a letter to our dad

I wish I could remember it properly, but the first dream was about me and an old woman, searching for the foundation of the world at the shore of an ocean. And we found it - we dammed off the water in certain places, and dug into the sand, and after a while we found something like an iron-plate in the shape of a cut-out skyline.
Something with it was not in order, and we were there to put it right - I can only remember helping her to keep it free from the sand and the water to analyse. I think, we did something to repair it - but I can't remember what.

And one more Steph moves into a new flat dream.
Man - meanwhile I'd like to know, what that is supposed to mean.
I like our flat - must be something else behind it.
Again a shared flat and again I was in my early 20s and there was a dream with talking to the people - one woman showed me pictures of a model-campaign of hers in a magazine, and I adored her figure. I remember details - but they are boring.
Like us discussing, how deep down the windows should reach for it to be nicer and more light - then about at which height people could fall out - and if it costs more heating with more window space.

Uups - now I remember it!!
I was thinking, this is a dream - I looked out the window, and saw a quite indistinct street, expecting to see Munich - and then I thought - ah - this is okay, that's usually a bit mixed up in my dream-flats!!

How could I forget that - how could I not react to that!!??

People came in to visit - some guys, too - we who lived there were 3 women.
There was also a sexual episode, me with somebody, but only harmless, and two guys started making out with each other somewhere, too. And stupid me later mentioned that - to find out that the girlfriend of one of them was present meanwhile, and not amused to hear this particular piece of information at all. I feared to have to leave the flat for that indiscretion - but it was forgotten, when we visited the neighbours:
Like it was in at least in two other dream - one story above us was a mega flat, directly under the roof, the whole story of the house, and almost all one room, with columns and the walls a bluish tinged white. A couple lived there with small children - the guy was also the same, and I can't properly remember her. They were obviously quite rich, and we talked about that a bit and about how I miss Bavaria.

I was visiting a friend’s house (someone I don’t actually know in RL) and he opened a door to his bathroom and there was a big flash of fire when he opened a door in the house. A man coalesced from the whirling flames and he walked out into the room we were in. He calmly explained that he was immortal and that he would grant immortality to whoever could defeat him in combat. For some reason everybody knew who this guy was and everyone believed him. I, all of a sudden, had prior knowledge of people who had fought him and lost (even though this guy had only just appeared) and I knew how dangerous he was.
We were going to fight, there seemed to be some unspoken agreement that this was going to happen. The first rule was you had to go to him in handcuffs as a symbol of your limitations in relation to your life span. You were to arrive fettered and were you to leave you were then a free being without the limitations of death.
There were five of us arriving at a large house all in handcuffs and we lined up in a semicircle around him at a table in a small dark room with a single hanging light fixture that slowly rocked back and forth throwing shadows around the room like they were dancing. He walked to each of us and touched the chain between the actual cuffs and as I watched they glowed orange and melted off. We were to fight, all of us against him at the same time. I knew from some heretofore undiscovered fount of knowledge that he had previously defeated three men in combat at once.
We discussed that it wouldn’t be a fight to the death for us but we may die, I remember that that had made me nervous and that I suddenly needed to pee. So I shot my hand up and inquired as to the location of the bathroom. He walked me to a room beyond a hallway behind him and before going to the toilet, I asked “If it isn’t too much trouble can you try and not hit me in the mouth, don’t want to lose my teeth, after all.”
“Oh, I’ll see what I can do.” He replied as he walked back towards the other room without looking back.
I finished my business and I put the toilet lid down and I flushed and when it flushed the water sprayed everywhere onto the floor and I remember thinking ‘Oh great, how am I going to explain that I didn’t pee on the floor and it was the flushing toilet making a mess’ I quickly set to cleaning it up with a nearby mop and then washed my hands before heading back out into the small room.
Everyone had gone, a lady there escorted me into the backyard and I saw that everyone was ready to fight and they were only waiting on me, I took off my jacket and went in stood in line. I then looked down and noticed that I had only removed the right half of my jacket (must have looked like Frank Stallone). I made my apologies and went and removed the other half before getting back into the semi-circle.
I made a quick suggestion to my fellow combatants, “Let’s not make the same mistake that they always make in movies and let’s surround him and all attack him at the same time. In the movies they surround the guy and then attack one at a time, it’s ridiculous.”
I got a few nods and then we all set ourselves to commence fighting when I heard a commotion going on behind us. I turned my head slightly so I could see what was happening behind us yet still see my foe in my peripheral vision. There was a girl crying in a tree house. I overheard that her name was Louise and that she had been attacked by somebody, some other people were trying to comfort her. I don’t know who she was but I knew that I had to find out who had done this.

I suddenly woke up on a bus full of people and all the seats around me had people sitting in them. (A situation I find terrifying in RL) There was people arguing around me and I knew that I had to get off of the bus. I went to press the button but I wasn’t wearing long sleeves and I don’t like touching the buttons with my bare skin. I had to wait for someone else to press it and then get off when they did. A girl sitting next to me had a bowl of green jelly, she wanted to dump it on some guys head who was sitting a few seats in front of us. I don’t know why or how I knew it but it didn’t seem odd that I did. For some reason I was holding the jelly for her when somebody pressed the button and I went to get off of the bus as it stopped before I realised that I was still holding the jelly bowl. I quickly ran to the back of the bus to give it back to her and the guy stopped me and took it off of me because he somehow knew that the girl wanted to empty the contents onto his head. I didn’t have time to care and I ran back to the door to debus and it shut in my face and felt like everyone was looking at me, I didn’t have the guts to actually see if they were because I was so afraid that they would be but something inside me just knew that people were looking at me and it made me so scared and I just wanted to sink into a hole and die.
The bus pulled up somewhere and I quickly got off as fast as humanly possible, I have never seen it but I somehow knew that it was meant to be Marion shopping centre even though the North Adelaide Aquatic centre was there as well. I looked around in utter confusion when two police officers approached me and slammed me to the ground. They lifted me up off of the ground and asked me what I was doing at the shopping centre wearing only underwear. I hadn’t realised this until he said it and I knew that I had actually awoken like this and that I had actually been robbed of my clothing by someone on the bus while I was sleeping.
I tried to explain the situation and I tried to reason with them saying that I had been robbed and that I would immediately get a taxi home and that they didn’t need to worry about me because I was going to go straight home and they wouldn’t see me again. They didn’t care. I tried to plead with them that I was on parole and that I would never do anything like this on purpose, I had been robbed!
They still didn’t care, especially when they saw the remains of the handcuffs still on my wrists that hadn’t been melted off.
He walked me over to a police station and I sat down and spoke with a woman there and I asked her how long did she think they could hold me for being undressed in public, she just asked how long my parole was, to which I replied that it was four years. The woman just looked away and shook her head. Officer not-so-friendly was talking to someone on the phone, he hung up and sauntered over with a swagger that bespoke arrogance and some deluded form of self-righteousness and said, “Well, it looks like you will need to spend the night in the prison cells, not the police cells.”
“What?” I replied with incredulity, “The law is that I won’t be breached for any offence with a sentence that has a cumulative punishment of less than three months. I know the law, you can’t do this.”
The Officer just laughed, it was a menacing laugh, leaning in close and whispering, “Isn’t it just a bit odd that a girl named Louise got attacked yesterday and here you are, almost naked and walking around the area where she was accosted? Rather convenient if you ask me.”
Everything was happening so fast, my anxiety skyrocketed and I was starting to have a panic attack, All I could think was ‘how am I going to explain this to her, she is going to hate me.’

Then I woke up all tangled in the sheets and breathing so heavily I had to force myself to stay calm and breathe.

I was seeing from Luke Skywalker's perspective; In the fight against Darth Vader I fell in the Sky City and went down the tunnel. I tried getting back up the tunnel before the part where it empties out into the sky but fell down anyway. I didn't fall off the antenna in the fall though.

I was going out to a lunch that I had received an invitation to, it was in a church. The guy who had invited me said it was just a bunch of dudes who liked to meet up and have lunch and talk some shit. I decided I would give it a go. I went along to the event and then as the lunch progressed things started to feel weird, I didn’t know what it was yet but I just knew that something was off. I looked around and I realised that people here were doing weird things, I couldn’t see that they were doing anything weird but the things they were doing just didn’t make sense to me.
Things get a bit fuzzy here and they happened very quickly but all of a sudden, there were police officers in the church and they were being beheaded. I didn’t know why they were being beheaded but I knew that it wasn’t right and that I should leave due to me being in this situation would definitely be in violation of my parole conditions. I made an excuse which was; I have to head home, I am on parole and it is getting dark outside, which it was, I didn’t even realise that it had been daytime a few seconds earlier.
I went into a room where people were just sparring each other and playing video games and everyone was cheering and having a laugh. I saw heaps of people that I knew in there, a few from RL and a more than a few from prison. I started shaking their hands and making my apologies for having to leave but I was on parole and I had to go.
I walked out and said goodbye to everyone once again and then as I got to the giant front door to the church and opened it, I saw that there were police everywhere wearing riot gear and preparing to storm the church.
I quickly shut the door and then headed further into the church. I saw everybody sitting around the table like nothing was wrong and I decided to walk further into the church to see if I could find a way out the back to steal away into the night. I got halfway down the back room when I looked to my left and then realised that I had inadvertently walked through several live news broadcasts behind the interviewers and no doubt been spotted on camera where I would be easily identified. I put up my hood anyway and kept walking knowing that I couldn’t deny having been there now. I needed to come up with a new plan.
Returning to the room where everyone was sitting around talking, I saw two people holding handheld cameras and then two people in front the cameras reading out statements about a suicide bombing. I knew it was even more important that I get out of there, right that minute. I headed to the back of the church and noticed that there was big windows and I figured that they couldn’t be too high off of the ground on the outside if I could climb the masonry carvings that covered the wall, I could probably get out that way.
I was all the way up the carvings and then I smashed one of the windows and looked outside, I was in luck, it wasn’t that high, I might be able to jump and then tell people that I had been here but as a hostage or that I had had nothing to do with the terrorist activities going on within the building. I saw Dee inside and decided that I should get him out as well. I climbed down quickly and approached him, as I did this, a part of the masonry cracked and fell to the floor, I knew it would be much harder to climb up to the windows now, it still seemed possible but it would be much more difficult and I knew it.
A sudden report tore through the room where I was standing and all the windows exploded inwards becoming flying shards of glass stinging my whole body like a thousand cuts covering my body while being doused in salt water. I got off the ground from where the shock wave had knocked me and I considered my escape plan, I quickly told Dee to follow me and he did so, we scaled the remaining masonry and reached the window I had broken earlier as an escape route and then, looking outside, I saw something that didn't look good.
What I saw was about seventy officers in riot gear, all standing in a square formation like a Phalanx. I panicked and climbed down. There was a lady down there and she said that they will come through where there were once windows and the only way to avoid being killed was to kill them and make myself a path through the officers and a way to freedom. I looked outside and saw that some of them were mounting horses and some had themselves some hooks on the end of long sticks for capturing people, I knew I couldn’t be caught, The thought that went through my head was: If I can kill them all, nobody will ever know I was here, I geared myself up for a long and brutal battle, knowing that I would have to kill everyone at the event that I had eaten lunch at and then escape into the night. just as I was about to set to, I woke up.

Well again with the same supps as last time.

4mg G, 250 C and 200mg L-Theanine.

I had taken this combo other times but I guess I never really got to sleep in or never went lucid when I took them. The last two times I have taken them I have been lucid no less than three times in 3 separate dreams throughout the night.

Pre-WBTB: I was in some sort of competition and racing against others. It was a maze of sorts and some underwater events. There was school work or trivia questions involved. This was early in the night and I didn't take notes on this until late in the morning.

Post-WBTB: I think these are the order they happened, I had many through out the night so they kind of got jumbled and some of the details are fuzzy.

Dream 1: In an apartment and I think it was a female celebrity. I wound up with two women and carried one around. I started kissing both of them on the neck and mouth, woke shortly after.

Dream 2: On a ship working and there was a lot going on, cranes and forklifts moving stuff around. I looked up and the cranes were lifting big red bells and some were starting to fall down. I thought this was rather strange so I did an RC, 7 fingers... LUCID: I decided it had been awhile since I flew so I took to the sky. Its always tricky starting off for me but as soon as I started going up the speed increased and I was flying high. I don't have to flap or point my hands I just do head forward. I flew up pretty high and could see fields, I came upon some sort of ruins. I just remembered this part, I tried to yell focus and it didn't come out right and I thought I might have talked in waking life and it woke me up. Thinking about waking life seems to be a constant theme with me. I always think about my real body or what I am doing and wake up right away. I really need to focus on the dream itself and have a long goal or several goals planned out in the dream.

Dream 3: I was in some strange place and ended up with another guy and some I was with and some other guy who may have been a 'bad' guy. We were talking about lucid dreams and stuff we could do and I think I was Lucid or at least semi lucid. I was going to show the guy what I could do. I ended up summoning fire balls and throwing them at the wall around the guy, they kind of exploded and melted into the wall I guess, it effected the wall more than the surroundings. Anyways I did this a few times and then I left the room. Either this was the same dream or a different one but I was with two girls in the same area or type of place. I jumped off a roof and onto the ground, I know I was absolutely lucid at this point. I wound up at an outdoor café with people eating around tables with umbrellas around them. I decided to begin using telekinesis on them and throw them around. I threw a couple people with my mind and then also tried to just crush them in a ball with my mind. I know this is rather morbid but it was kind of fun to do, there was no blood at least . Anyways I did this for awhile and don't remember how the dream ended there.

Dream 4: This was my last and most remember able. I cant say if it was fully lucid or only semi lucid but it involved me having super human strength and flying. I think this was on the tail end of the supps so while it was a pretty awesome dream I don't think it was fully lucid. Anyways it may have been at the tail end of dream 3 so I may have just lost some of my lucidity. I had a feeling people were in trouble above me in the clouds. I flew up through clouds and fog and found people in a balloon above me. They were looking for something on the ground but couldn't see anything. I went and checked below us (at this point I was still lucid or at least partially, because I remember worrying about not being able to see and waking up). I grabbed the balloon and drug it down to the ground, they were looking for lemon and lime trees for some drinks they had. I got them to the ground and we then were in a store. I don't remember many details about the store but I do remember a snobby kid who wanted this and that. After the store we were headed back up in the air and there were people falling out of the sky. I was rescuing them but couldn't hold that many of them. I was hanging onto the balloon again and we decided that we needed to get rid of some of the soft drinks we had onboard so the people could be onboard the balloon. I began throwing them off the balloon. They were the size of AA batteries and I ripped a couple of the tops with my teeth and drinking them down quick then throwing the empty can.

There were a couple more insignificant or dreams I don't remember any details about but overall it was a really adventurous night.

I'm walking in a green and flourishing wood with a couple new friends and one old friend. We're in single file all carrying a large log on our shoulders, upon which rests water bottles, backpacks, camping supplies. There is a path, but we only occasionally step on it, favoring another path made up of one continuous tree that lies flat on the ground. The footing is often precarious. We chat amiably as we walk, and eventually come to an end, where there is a hill, a view and a river that turns into a waterfall. We then begin to argue; my friends want to continue as we have been down the hill, but I figure, we don't need to carry this log, we can just carry the supplies ourselves. Why keep holstering this burden? The path is tricky as it is, and with a hill our safety diminishes substantially. No decision is made before I awake.

this dream was all over the place. first i was with Nick and we were at a mexican restaurant getting ready to go some where. him and tarah were in a fight about something so they wern;t talking. he never told me why.

later i was on the lake wake boarding with some peeps and the driver when he would pick me up looped around me really fast. eventually i crashed into the side bank of the water and got stuck in the mud. i got out and walked around and found a damn being constructed. mom and i decided we should get out of there. but it was like i was in a video game and we were trying to attack these camps. my character fell into the abyss and i respawned at a chess board where i kicked the opponents ass.

later in the dream ii was at a basebal game and this black kid stole a hat that landed on this big fat guy who was sitting down. from there other black guys stole the hat from him. this waas alll on camera. then a big fight errupted.

lastly i was looking at all the sufring spots in america and new york state beach popped up. i was theere with my dad and some girl. we walked along and i remarked how the beach is so big and the water is so far... also how the breakers were to big to goo in without a surfboard. my dad agreed to what i had said.

the girl and i held hands and walked down the stripp

I've gone to visit my mother. She's working as a nurse at a hospital, and I can't go back to see her where the patients are, so I'm in the waiting room. I look over and see a large four-post bed in a corner next to some double doors. It's made of some very nice cherry. I hear a man explaining to passers-by that it's what hospital beds used to look like, and he demonstrates how the surface can tilt, and the built-in traction assembly for broken legs. He seems to be a meausium tour guide type person. I walk over to take a closer look, and realize that the man is Norm Abram. We shake hands, he explains how he built the bed and I explain how he got me interested in woodworking over 20 years ago with his TV show. When my mother finally gets a chance to take a break and come out to the waiting area to see me, I'm beaming with excitement as I relate my experience.

I'm driving home through a small town. I see someone important like a senator a little ways ahead, and see his secret service detail fanned out around him as they move. Somehow now we're all walking on foot. We seem to be headed in the same direction, so I take the opportunity to watch them. Our path leads us away from the main street of the town until I realize that there's almost no one else around. I notice that one of the agents has his pistol in his hand. I shout "gun!" since I don't see any other threat and the agent is looking at his principle. The other agents rush the senator away, and I'm left facing a very angry Harrison Ford, gun still in hand, demanding an explanation. As I try to explain that he's the one that looked like a threat to me, he doesn't get less angry.

In a car with mum DC and and random DC not from IWL. Mum is driving on a railway station and accidently turns onto the train tracks. We are trying to get off the tracks but we can't and a train comes and smashes into the car. None of us are injured but apparently the car no longer works. Now with no car one of the DC's I was with breaks into a car that was on the train station but not on the tracks. Sirens go off when the car gets broken into and one star is shown at the top left hand corner of my vision (sort of like GTA) Of course I see some police coming and I have a gun so I start shooting at them not sure if I hit any of them and I see the stars increase and I run I am then sitting on a motorbike in a warehouse sort of building and I have a radar in the bottom left hand side of my visual field with red dots showing me where the policemen are. I see the red dots coming closer to my position so I fire more shots and ride off on my motorbike I then get off it and am still in this warehouse (it was rather large) I start doing a lot of acrobatic jumps and flips while grabbing onto rails and shelves in this warehouse and I get on a very high shelf several metres high and am shooting at the people below me. I then wake up and attempt a DEILD but I was to late. It was a crazy non-lucid