non-lucid

My dream starts as sort of a nightmare. The nightmare itself is jumbled and confused - there's not a clean narrative. It's mostly short, quick clips of action strung together and viewed from a 3rd person POV. Mud and rain; earth sliding into a river, pulling people down with it... switch to what seems like a motel and some sequences that seem like they're out of a slasher horror flick, people running in fear, and severed limbs and blood everywhere. It mostly seems like it's just my brain tossing up whatever seems disturbing and frightening at the moment.

Because of how disjointed it is, it's failing to really frighten or disturb me. My mind starts to get more and more distanced from what's going on, and starts paying less attention to it. I gain lucidity in one of the motel/dorm rooms while two women are arguing with each other. They look straight out of the 80s - one has bleached hair teased up a mile high and fake orange tanner, and the other is a brunette with a ponytail and teased bangs. As soon as I realize this is a dream, I am no longer a disembodied observer. There's an oval mirror on the wall - I run up to it and look at myself in the mirror in order to reaffirm that I now have a physical presence.

I immediately crouch on the floor and start running my fingers through the carpet in order to solidify my surroundings. Things seem to be fading, so I stand up and produce a hand mirror from behind myself and examine myself in it. The two women have stopped arguing and are looking at me. I feel embarrassed about them potentially thinking that I'm just extremely vain (despite the fact that they're just dream characters), so I shrug and tell them, "I'm just making sure I still exist."

They lose interest in me, and I lose interest in them, because I've decided that since my scene changes haven't gone so well lately, maybe I'll just mold my current surroundings into what I want. I pull up the software interface for 3D Studio Max and start modeling furniture for the room. Despite being a motel room, it has no bed, so I decide to experiment with creating one. I begin working on it as if it's a 3D model for a video game.

The two women have faded away. I minimize the "software" I'm working with to check and see if the bed has appeared. It has, and looks very solid, but it's the plain solid white of a 3D model that has been imported into some engines but doesn't have a texture linked to it (or the texture isn't loading).

I decide I'll texture it later, once I've gotten the hang of this, and decide to start working on one of the windows. I "import" it into my software and begin tweaking it. The window is a little bit tougher - it resists conforming to what I want.

The dream fades. Eventually, another one starts, but it's non-lucid. I'm watching a bunch of characters in a video game and "piloting" some of them, and the game is sort of Harvest Moon-y but instead everybody is little Lego people and they're going to classes at a university. One of the landslide scenes from the prior nightmare replays, but with little Lego people instead of realistic people. The character I'm piloting is supposed to get a date for a festival coming up and has until 5 a.m. the day of the festival, but because of the landslide, I don't manage to complete the objective and watch the festival play out without a date. The characters go to class, and the professor is very boring. The textbook is 900 pages long, but the professor is focusing on a 4 page section of it. The students have smuggled some pot edibles into class, and when the professor goes to another room for a few minutes, they all leave class to get high. The character I'm piloting stays in class. When the prof gets back, he seems bummed that nobody cares about the lecture.

To be continued later..
Maybe - happy to say - now I pulled myself together and dictated some stuff - I have a lot to journal - theoretically. I mean I did already - but writing down is an important second step - I know.
Ah well.

Important:
I got lucid - driving down in an open elevator - open to all sides, except down of course.
Through a forest.
Getting lucid was not only about bizarreness, though, I think - I simply felt that characteristic dream connectedness of me and my world - "something in the air", almost.
And I thought of wanting to get a stable 3D environment by moving and checking my frame of reference.
Having read something like this from The Cusp.
Well - it worked - buut.
First of all - super happy not to have lost a dream in frantic stabilization activity and getting indeed to running in a quite beautiful forest all 3D, and it felt like full immersion.
I really enjoyed it, and simply kept running for a minute maybe - and then I must have lost lucidity and also recall for that affair.
Next time I won't neglect the cognitive aspects of lucidity while running and 3D establishing.



Soo - too lazy to write zig pages - just this one dream-fragment (I do have the rest dream, though):

One scene was, that I made a break from riding a bike to somewhere, and went a bit into the forest, to be undisturbed in what I wanted to do. I found an interestingly shaped branch there - maybe 2 m long, devoid of bark and it looked as if washed smooth by drifting in water for a long time.
I planned on taking it for a friend, who likes interesting wood to carve it a bit more interesting.

Suddenly a pair of hikers turned up - and I tried to tell them, that it was not a way, where I was - that the way would be over there, and that they could break their ankles coming towards me.
I had climbed over some big roots and stones and it was steep there, too.

But they said - didn't you hear that scream, and that horrible loud sound?
I hadn't heard that - but once I climbed out of the under brush - one of my rather rare incidences of clear and even emotionally intense dream-bizarreness came about. The wood in the forest, but looking like from a beach was rather subliminal.

I looked at the sky, and there was a flying train - looming dangerously close over us, and we were afraid, it might come crashing down exactly on us.

But then it seemed logical, that it followed a sort of trail in the sky, when it made a sharp turn and came to land close to where we thought, Hamburg central station would be. A map of a supposed Hamburg appeared in my imagination - where it was divided in strips of different colour - that showed me this. Ah well.
So all in order, wasn't it?

The two people then complained about all the Bavarian tourists, and the fuss they would kick up - up to flying in per train ..
And I didn't get it - rather I was with them where the train had landed without "physically" getting there, and spoke some solace to an old Bavarian lady with traditional braided hair - she was intimidated by that sort of hostility.

One of the classical jumps in location - following the narrative and attention and not some sort of geography.

Note: I forgot most of the dream because I moved in my bed, I remembered it 20 minutes after I woke up. I don't know why I remembered it, it just came to me. I had the feeling that I have had 3 dreams, but I only remembered one.
I had an important exam today, so I didn't think about my dreams.

Date: Apr 24
Sleep Length: 8h
Techniques: DILD
Dream Summary:
(1) I was at a municipal public pool with my father and sister, and I was gonna use a slide like in my childhood. when I was at the end of the slide I saw a japanese girl, a bit younger than me. Since I like japanese culture I tried to talk to her. I said some japanese phrases and she said some phrases as well, I understood parts of it, then she tried speaking german. We were at some weird place, it seemed to be close to the pool but it looked like a room in a basement... pretty weird. Oh, she said something like konbanwa [...], and I didn't understand her.
Vividness (1-15), Awareness (1-10): 2/2
Emotions: none?
Tags: public pool, family, slide, conversation: japanese, languages

April 24, 2014: Dream three of three: I am in a high-school sized gymnasium with hard wood flooring, like a basketball court. I am standing with one or two other men, facing a row of approximately ten young student athletes standing shoulder-to-shoulder who hold the hard plastic handles of some kind of clever climbing device with a slot at the top. There is a strong, non-stretch nylon-like ribbon about 12" wide which descends from its attachment at the ceiling and enters the slot at the top of the handle, which each man holds at chest height in front of him. At present, there are no markings on the ribbon, which is plain and dark (purple?) colored.

By raising first one side of the handle, then the other, the men can ascend in unison to the ceiling. Once there, they push a button on the handle and some kind of cam-like device inside the handle causes them to be lowered slowly and safely back to the floor, again, in unison. Now, as the ribbon unfolds, it reveals its slice of a larger picture, which, when viewed from the audience some distance away, is capable of revealing an American Flag, or corporate logo or advertisement. Evidently, I am there to try to sell the notion of this device to the school administrator(s), the other two men who are present. When the athletes meet the floor, I awake.

April 24, 2014: Dream two of three: I am outside on the street along with Bob *****and Glenn *****, who are leaning on their motorcycles which are (strangely) parked on the sidewalk. My motorcycle is unseen. Across the street there is a store which seems to be a cross between an sporting goods/outdoor shop and a head shop. There are numerous people milling about in the street itself, and this obscures the objects/items displayed in the shop’s windows. Even the door is difficult to discern. The door is open, but the threshold is not obvious because it is obscured by a floor-length beaded door curtain. Dave **** is wandering back and forth looking for the entrance, and from across the crowd, I try and direct him, but he appears to discover it all on his own. He passes through the beaded curtain, and then I cross the street and enter as well.

Inside, I do not look for, nor do I see Dave. I end up with a bag of power bars, which evidently I’ve already paid for, since I open and start to eat one. It is soft and chewy, as if it has cream cheese in it, and not what I wanted or expected. I wanted a hard, crumbly granola-type power bar. There is a hippy chick in her early to mid-twenties sitting cross legged on the floor. I give her the bag of power bars since they are not what I wanted.

Now I’m at a glass display counter. I have multiple, amazingly crafted rings on six or seven of my fingers. They are made of silver strands about the thickness of paperclip wire, which are twisted and joined into the most amazing patterns and at least one sports a clear diamond-like faceted stone. They look bright and new, and are crafted with an artistry as is only possessed by a High Elf from Lord of the Rings. I am looking for a stud earring to match, but the items in the display case are actually pins with colored plastic heads (red, and blue that I remember) and not stud earrings at all, so I leave.

When I am back at the motorcycles, Bob and Glenn are both eating something. Glenn has a very large salt pretzel, the kind you get at the circus or in Penn Station. I realize I should eat something too “so we’re all on the same page” before we bike off on our ride. I think I’d like a pretzel like Glenn had. At this moment I realize that I also needed to get a bed-roll or sleeping bag while in the store, and I didn’t remember to do that. I wake.

Hello DV! Finally broke my dryspell, which lasted 29 days. My last lucid dream was on March 25, so it's been awhile, but I finally broke it last night. Sadly, most of the dream is lost in my subconscious now, but I can recall a few things at least, both lucid and non-lucid.

I recall being in some sort of store of something with my friends and classmates. I also recall driving out of a gas station parking lot, and two guys cut me off in their car, but then allowed me to drive out into the interesection(sorry lol the parts I remember weren't too interesting).

Lucidly I recall the time shortly after becoming lucid. I fell backwards once to make the clarity of the dream better, and it worked quite well. Not too long after that the dream almost felt like real waking life. My ADA was kicking in to the maximum, so the details in the environment around me were staggeringly realistic. Not only was the area detailed down to each speck of dust, but my body also felt very lively and at work like it would feel in real life. I've noticed that normally the body just feels empty in dreams to me, and this is probably the same for other people too. Bottom line, I'm very happy with the results of the ADA method.

Now onto a few updates:
I'm finishing up this year of school, and so the end of the year stress is starting kick in. I have to constantly worry about my grades, and the mounds of work my teachers are giving me. This has been affecting my dream recall quite horribly, because I've been quite stressed out. I noticed that once this school settled in my LD count from the summer went out the window, and I've been having dryspells for the whole school year. I've been practicing All Day Awareness(ADA) since June, and it's continuing to prove useful in capturing the detail of my dreams, but it's harder to practice in the day time when it's never the first thing on my mind, especially in school.

Recently, just this week in fact, I've been thinking about returning to the DEILD method, considering I tend to wake up unintentionally at least once a night, sometimes twice, or even three times. It's a very hard method to get started with, because it requires you to not move or open your eyes when you awake, so it's been difficult to have my mind immediately have a twitch reaction to not do so when I awake. I almost had it last night though, so I could've had two lucids! So hopefully I can pull that together soon, and hopefully when summer returns I can get back to having weekly to biweekly lucids again.

Morning of April 24, 2014. Thursday.



It is late at night, but I am going to walk to the store to buy food and supplies. The house seems to be the one from Stadcor Street but later seems rotated in orientation and is then the one from Barolin Street, but the store is apparently in a perpendicular direction and area as to what it was in real life as well as in the opposite direction from the city. I will be walking there with my two oldest children. It is about five or six blocks away.

I look at a clock high on the wall above the kitchen doorway and I see that the time is about five minutes after midnight. Because the store closes at midnight (a fictitious aspect of my dream only), I decide not to go. Still, my dream resets, changes at least twice, and we are walking in that direction at least twice, without my dream continuing from that point. In one scene, I have two screwdrivers I carry for self-defense.

Later, after another dream reset, when we go out again, it is late morning. My dream self does not consider the time change. This time, we are going to the store we had been in real life (in the correct direction). About six younger males of around sixteen years old are wandering about in two front yards. An unknown light-haired Caucasian woman of about forty years of age is sitting on the steps in front of the house next door to us (on the left from the street viewpoint). She does not seem to care what the boys (all Caucasian) do to her house, even the breaking of a window.

She makes an obnoxious remark about how I do not want the troublemakers in our yard. She looks like Queen Elizabeth II at about forty (other than the hair color). My children and I end up back at our house, mostly to make sure the troublemakers do not get in.

An older unfamiliar man walks through our front yard, which also annoys me. He complains about my complaining. He makes obnoxious gestures and goes to the woman’s house. I call out after him, “Is that what you do all day?” I think he may be the woman’s relative.

Later, the woman is on our porch and she is condescending, though I do not remember the conversation. She is very tall, perhaps seven feet, and homelier than I had originally thought. She has a strange unrealistic body shape. Her teeth are large, square, and paper-like in thinness and texture. There seems to be more than one row, both top and bottom, oriented inward at different angles. I make a comment later to Zsuzsanna, in a short false awakening, that one of the woman’s teeth was as big as my face (like getting the impression of a blank sheet of paper held up in front of my face). Her size does not intimidate me. I think of being face to face with a cow, which is nonthreatening. The impression she leaves me with is a huge crooked smile and a wave of her hand as she leaves. I remain uncertain of her intent, but I shift into the brief false awakening before fully waking.

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The porch setting is typical autosymbolism for the preconscious (RAS) factor as representing the waking process. This is because a porch is liminal space in real life, so its essence is not even symbolic in the superstitious sense.

The focus on the personified preconscious (often rendered as either a celebrity or a complete unknown, irrelevant to my conscious self, though often dominant or authoritative, as that is how RAS functions biologically as the waking alert factor) and her teeth is similar to the very common dream of losing teeth. It has no “meaning” other than an indication that the dream self cannot communicate with the outside world while sleeping, and thus it is a form of autosymbolism simply indicating dream state cessation. Instead of the liminal focus on my own illusory dream state “mouth” and losing teeth to validate it is only a dream, my focus shifts to the preconscious factor (which is due to having held such a deep understanding of my dreams since early childhood).

The absence of the fence in front of the house we no longer live is a dream state factor, as fences otherwise represent the division of the fictitious dream self identity and the conscious self identity in waking life. It is rendered as part of the waking process and as I am not directly near waking (or with liminal awareness of nearing the waking transition) at the point the scene is rendered, there is no fence.[/I]

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Morning of April 24, 2014. Thursday.



I become semi-lucidly aware of my common water induction stage (though semi-lucidity of which does not continue viably), but the swimming pool I perceive seems only about half the depth it should be. (Thus, a precursor of water lowering waking symbolism is already present.) I notice that one of my dumbbells, with weights, is at the bottom of the pool. The water is clear.

I sense that other people are around, a few looking in my direction, yet I do not see them. I find myself handling a large green viper. I am wary but I do not feel as if I am in immediate danger. Unseen people seem to come closer to my apparent public performance. Eventually, I look at my hand and see only a small green caterpillar crawling on the back of it. I am puzzled, trying to recall what it originally was that I was holding.

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As a caterpillar is associated with butterflies and moths, it is probably a precursor to vestibular system correlation (including in cases where the ear “flutters”), offset from what started as RAS modulation (the snake, which is the most common biological form of the waking alert factor as RAS modulation). Non-lucid dream control came into the sequence as it often has in previous dreams. I had non-lucidly transformed the RAS modulation factor as well as the potential vestibular system correlation.

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My dream recall is finally getting better again! I remembered four different dreams last night. I won't post them all, just the one that I thought was kind of interesting because this DJ needs more entries

So I was swimming at a beach or something of some sort. It was very sunny outside and the water was very deep. There were quite a lot of people swimming that I could see, and my family was there (I swear, they've been in like 99% of my dreams lately). We were all playing tag and having fun and when everyone was done swimming the water was completly sucked out from under us and we were all instantly dry...Then we proceeded across the sandy floor into a blue, glass, modern looking building in front of us and I suppose here was where we changed out of our swimsuits. The walls were blue, the carpet was a slightly darker blue and I also remember seeing a front desk and changing rooms. I went into one of the changing rooms and was really, really angry because my mom had forgotten to bring me a shirt. It was a really strange dream Imagine if that was how public pools or beaches were; When you're done swimming the water is just sucked away and your completly dried XD

Also I remember at some point last night, I had woken up and tried to do a DEILD. I think it almost worked? I was sort of "sucked" into a dream or something. The setting looked like where my last lucid ended: a Walmart. The second I appeared in the dream I could feel the dream wavering and slipping away so I rubbed my hands together and said different things to try and stabilise it, but it didn't work Really sucks. I felt so close!

Oh well! Will keep on trying.

As soon as my first dream faded, I had another one that involved being in the same house. I was at the computer, and I'm supposing that this would be sometime in the future because I got sucked into another video game (***I had done this before in last night's dream***).

It was a mixture between Mario and Pokemon, as in there was a pixelated image of Wario pacing back and forth like some of the trainers in the Pokemon games do. It also had the same interface as Pokemon (***I'm guessing I'm having so many dreams about video games is because my 3DS broke and I've been angry***). That quickly faded and I was back at the computer shortly.

I decided to look up some things about my family history as I used to have an account on Ancestry.com or something. When I typed in my grandma's name, an image of someone who was most definitely not my grandma popped up (however I recognized her in the dream). I was reading history and it turned out she had gone to jail for a few years because she'd robbed a couple places when she was younger.

I woke up after making that shocking discovery!

Things that stand out:

• In a house I didn't know
• Got sucked into a video game
• I couldn't recognize my grandma
• My grandma does not have a criminal background in actuality!

My parents and I had just moved into a new house. My mom's schedule got changed at work, so I was supposed to be watching over the house for the night, which would be something I'd normally be afraid of, but in my dream I wasn't.

I can't remember exactly happened, but sometime during the evening I'm pretty sure my dg (the one in my picture) got loose. I scrambled out of my house and got in my dad's truck. I was terrible at driving, per usual, so I ended up just going into a big circle. Somehow Shadow (my dog) appeared in the back seat, so I thought nothing of it and drove in another big circle back into the driveway.

So Shadow and I go back into the house where the other two are sitting. As I'm making my way into the bathroom, I notice that a door to a bedroom we don't really use is open. I brush it off, thinking it's the wind and then the dream faded.


Things that stand out:

• My mom uses the truck, so I couldn't have driven it in reality
• I lived in a house that I didn't know
• Shadow randomly appeared in the truck

Fell asleep meditating on the idea of lucidity, and a particular location ("Home Base"). I don't generally expect to attain lucidity during my first few periods of REM, nor do I really want to. Zoning out and just letting sleep happen is nice, in and of itself.

I had some new forms of success and ran into some familiar problems...

Had dreams. Don't recall them. I need to get better about writing stuff down, but don't want to disturb my boyfriend, either. I still don't feel like they were particularly vivid, coherent, or noteworthy... dreams from the first few hours of the night generally aren't.

Settled back to sleep meditating on home base. Slipped into gray fog. At some point, attained lucidity... had the sense that it was near the very beginning of a dream because I have no recollection of a dream up until that point, but suddenly I was sitting at a table with a pile of colorful alphabet-letter magnets on it. I touched and examined them, and then the grey fog reclaimed the dream. I slowly woke up.

Settled back down and began meditating again. Body slowly settled back into sleep; my limbs became numb and I felt like I was drifting.

This is normally the point I'd have trouble with a WILD. At this point, I would normally try to start moving, sit up out of my body, and feel a way that I can only really describe as feeling "tangled in a blanket" - mentally flailing around but unable to really get anywhere or do anything, still stuck in the fog. Sometimes, it's instinctive, so it's been hard to shake the habit, but last night I was actually able to remain mindful and stay still.

I felt as if I was drifting in a river. My body was numb and the idea of being attached to or "in" it was going away. I tried to sink into the river even more... I felt my head sink through the pillow and my body sink through the bed, and sank down into the gray fog.

Drifted for a while. I watched the fog so that I didn't end up drifting out of lucidity. I waited for shapes to appear in the fog. Sometimes shadowy shapes would appear. This is normally where I might have trouble again - trying to will them to BE something, without anything really coalescing... wanting them to BE something... getting frustrated and exerting myself too much mentally and waking up as a result. This time, I just let them fade in and out. I still paid attention to them and tried to examine them, but I tried to remain as objective as possible - trying to see patterns and shapes in them without trying to force them to "be" anything. I knew that if I kept doing this, eventually I could coax one of them into reality.

Eventually a shadowy room came into being, and became reality. I was standing in the living-room of my mother's old apartment in Florida. It didn't have any furniture and was fairly empty. The alphabet magnets from before were scattered on an end table in the center of the room. It felt pretty "solid". I examined the brown carpet and patted the wall. I walked through the room, toward the hallway, running my hand along the wall so that I didn't lose lucidity. I wanted to do a scene change - this place wasn't where I wanted to be, and it was boring. I walked up to the door and willed it to open to a location I actually wanted to be in (again, home base).

I opened the door, and there was... another door? I opened that door, and behind it was another door. I felt irritated and opened that door, willing it to be the location that I wanted, but it opened into the apartment atrium.

I walked across the atrium and opened one of the doors to another apartment. That door led back into the atrium. I got an idea - something told me to try to dive through a door and use it like a portal. I dove through a door and opened my eyes to my actual bedroom. I should have known that this was potentially a false awakening, but instead I just went back to sleep.

I dreamed I was hanging out with a few of my friends. We were going to Full Throttle Bottles, but in the dream, Full Throttle was not the store I was familiar with, and it was not in the location where it would have normally been. Instead, we were all walking down a street full of nothing but liquor stores. We went into one of them and a friend bought a bottle of vodka that was in a bottle like a soda bottle and tasted like orange-flavored cream soda. I liked it, so I bought one myself. I kept thinking that it was odd that the store clerk hadn't carded any of us, but didn't manage to figure out that it was because this was a dream.

We walked up to a place that looked kind of like a castle. It had brown, smooth bricks. I jumped down a wall and my friend grabbed my arm and jumped down with me. I remember thinking it was a very long way to jump and was surprised I hadn't hurt myself a lot, but reasoned that it was because my friend was taller and had held me up kind of like a balloon.

I then dreamed about a flying cartoon skunk whose super power was smelling so bad that the odor killed evil things.

This dream was long and detailed but when I woke up it fragmented and I find it hard to describe some of the things I saw and experienced, even though I can still "see" it in my mind. There were two parts to this dream. (Possible Trigger Warning for some people near the end of these dreams.)

First part:
Hotel on top of the Mountain.
A short, corpulant man with short dark hair, who looks like Danny DeVito (so I will call him Danny though he was unnamed in the dream) invites me to his room in a highly populated hotel on top of a steep mountain for sex. Though it is a large, lavish hotel, people live in the rooms like apartments rather then rent them. I agree but he then insist on taking me to a privacy room, called a Sky Room, so we can get it on in peace without people listening in. The rooms are very close together and very small, all with a light yellow colour scheme (walls, sheets, carpet, all light yellow coloured) and it's easy to hear your neighbours.

From the outside the hotel looks like an ancient European castle of dark grey stone, but inside the layout is not square but cylindrical. In the center of the hotel is a large shaft called the "Elevator" which goes up to individual themed rooms for rent that exist high in the sky and supposedly offer the hotel residence some privacy for a few hours (hence why they are called "Sky Rooms"). To get to the hotel on top of the mountain, people must take a large ski lift (called the "tram" in the dream) from a valley far below. The journey is long and dangerous because sometimes the wind blows the tram right off the wires and people die plummeting hundreds of feet to the ground below. After learning about the dangers of the tram I understand why people decide to stay and live in the hotel rather than risk coming and going on the tram.

Danny and I look around for one for rent but they are all occupied and the next one won't become free for two hours. I see a timer slowly counting down the time. The countdown time 1:31:00 sticks in my mind for some reason, after I see it on Danny's countdown clock. Danny and I sit in silence in his hotel room, occasionally smiling at each other, but our passion for sex quickly fading as the time slowly ticks away. I vaguely recall being in one of the Sky Rooms and hearing people in one below ours having sex and thinking "These are not as private as advertised." Despite remembering thinking that in the dream Danny and I never actually rented a Sky Room because none became free before we both lost interest in each other and went our separate ways.

I woke up and laid awake for a few minutes, contemplating getting on DV to record this, but I was too tired and decided to go back to sleep. I am surprised I remembered as much of the first part upon awakening as I did, but maybe because the second part was similar in some ways.

Second part:
Space Military School
The same circular hotel with the large elevator in the middle still exists, but now it is located in orbit around earth. The hotel rooms are now classrooms or training rooms and not living residences. Some students and faculty members do live there if they are rich and can afford to, but most of the students are poor and live down on the Earth, and have to use the Elevator everyday to get to class. The base of the Elevator is located in a thick, dark temperate forest and it's shaft reaches all the way into space.

I am waiting for the Elevator car to arrive and I wander behind the shaft and see a two-storey log cabin with many windows. Through the windows I can see dozens and dozens of owls and they all seems to be flapping against the windows in an attempt to get out. The owls looks like snowy owls, but most are all different sizes and there are a few color variations other than white and brown. I notice one very small owl that is colored bright red with golden tips on it's wings and tail. I can't see anyone inside the building and I can't stay to help the owls as the elevator car arrives and I have to get on it or I will miss my class.

The school is run with very strict rules and poor students are treated with less regard than wealthy ones. The Principle is a Commander from the Earth based Military and treats all students of all levels and background as soldiers in training. He dislikes being the school master and dreams of the glories of war. The Principle is a handsome man who shows interest in marrying me for some reason and one night he kidnaps me after class and takes me to his quarters. He leaves me in the care of three of his male subordinates with strict instructions that I am not to be harmed. I am imprisoned in a white room and not allowed to leave until I agree to marry the Principle. While I am locked in the room the Principle organizes the students and uses them as soldiers to attack facilities on the earth. The subordinates in charge of watching me hear about the attacks and get drunk to celebrate. The three of them become so inebriated they forget about the command that I am not to be harmed and I am viciously and repeatedly gang raped. When the Principle returns he is furious that I am bruised and bleeding and emotionally detached because of the rape and he violently kills the drunken guards one by one with his own hands. The dream ends with the Principle trying to comfort me but I just gaze out the window looking into space without responding to him.

I'm in the courtyard of my primary school.
Someone is saying that something bad happened in the interstellar space and everyone is scared.
I come in the school looking for a tv, but it seems communications broke after this catastrophe.
It comes to my mind that my sister is alone home, so I start to run towards home, but roads are very crowded and I need to jump on cars and trucks and junks in order to go on.
Finally I'm in the last part of the route to reach my home but Sun is darken and it starts to be very cold.
So I stop to a shop to buy some duvets but the owner is gone, so I decide to take his place and make people pay, instead of just stealing clothes.
As I'm trying to write an invoice for a man buying a bearskin, my sister came and says that train is leaving so again we have to speed up.
She has the keys of a yellow car, but when we sit in, it's clear that it's a horse and I'm worried as in the station there is not a park for horse.

NON LUCID
*I remember staking at this office building area. Every trick I attempt to do was a fail. I thought I completely lost all of my skills but in no time I will have then back. I tried to kick flip, 360, and something else. I was also skating with my brother who managed to pull off a 360 shove it.

*I was at the dharma center when Lama Dorjee asked me if I was doing to ok? I said Yes confidently. Then he asked me again and I said a responds basically implying that because of my meditation practice I have came such a long way. This expression of confidence in meditation caused all the people surrounding me to smile.