non-lucid

Fragments:
On a bus going to this place, The Stig is sat next to me silent as always.
I see Dave, my old sports tutor.
I saw Jeremy Clarkson for some reason.
I see this room full of monsters on some sort of conveyor belt.

Possible dream signs:
Dave, Clarkson, Stig

03/21/14

6:30 am non-lucid

I had a dream that I couldn't find where I parked my car. I was at a school of some sort, though I'm not sure if it was my high school, university or a mix of the two. This is because at one point my high school classmates were in the dream. But I was me, from present day, and they were older too. The dream landscape is similar to the one from my dream about the high school reunion. Different from my past dreams about high school and different from my dreams about my university.

I was looking for my car with my girlfriend (no girlfriend in waking life). Or, boyfriend? At some point she became a girl. And I think at one point, she became my close friend from the dream about the farm. Despite having a girlfriend in the dream, I also had a husband (my husband from waking life). Someone once questioned (or I questioned myself), "What about my husband," and I replied that I'm still dating my husband too, like I haven't chosen between them yet. I've had dreams like this before in the past too. In which I have to choose between my husband and boyfriend/girlfriend, but haven't yet.

The path we go down to get to the car is snowy, and there are various snow filled parking lots around it. Some too filled with snow to park in.

Date: 3/21/2014 (Thu)
Total sleep: 7.5 hrs
Daytime Techniques: RC’s, Awareness, & Visualization
Lucid Techniques: Mantras, Reviewing previous dreams, visualization, “Find your hands”, MILD
Recall Techniques: Mantras, visualization, “lucid anchor”
Fell Asleep: 9:30 pm
Dream 1 Title: I am Tarzan
Dream 1: I am in a large department store with my wife. The store is huge, like a super Walmart, but it has a 1970’s appearance that reminds me of the Worcester Fair (as store I was often in as a child). Jen is shopping for her trip to the Amazon jungle. She is in an isle picking up bright orange cans of spray on sun screen. The thought of the jungle triggers a false memory. I remember that I was raised by a female ape (just like Tarzan). I also recall that she used to sing a song to me. The words of that song are “I love you for breakfast, I love you for lunch, I love you for dinner, I love you a bunch.” We continue to shop. Jen is looking for some shorts and tops to take on the trip. I suddenly am afraid. I know there are dangerous animals in this place and they are going to try and kill me. My wife is now gone and I exit the building through a side door. I am now on Hope Ave. in Worcester. It looks very close to the way it does in real life; it is a long straight road with sidewalks on both sides. Also the street runs through a large cemetery on both sides. I am walking on the sidewalk when I see two rows of animals walking towards me. The first two animals are a large wolf (to my right) and a lioness (on my left). There are other animals behind them (I remember a gorilla and a bear, but not the rest). I know these animals want to kill me, but I am the lord of the jungle. I must make an example of some of these animals do demonstrate my strength and power. I jump to my right and slam my right shoulder into the wolf, knocking him down on to a grassy area. I immediately begin to rain blows down on his rib cage (just like an ape would do in a fight). With the wolf incapacitated I spin on the lioness. She is coming up behind me with her long yellowed teeth bared. I grab her face. I slide my fingers into her mouth, right hand on the top and left hand on the lower jaw. I begin to pull her mouth open. She struggles but I am too strong. The dream ends before I hear the snap of bone. I look at the clock, look away, and back again as a RC, 4:16 am, but I am definitely awake
Dream 2 Title: Practice Flying
Dream 2: After I woke up from Dream 1 I lay in bed for 10 to 15 min remembering the dream. I then remind myself that “in my dream I will see my hands and realize I am dreaming.” At some point I doze off. I am in a bedroom, standing in the middle of the room. I notice it is day time and it feels like summer. I can see sunlight coming in the windows and it is reflecting off of the light colored hardwood floor. I walk out of the door into the living room. I realize I am in the old house where I used to live with my wife several years ago. But the room size and shape is not the same, there is no furniture, and our bedroom was on the second floor. Jen is looking out of the large front windows. I walk over and look out as well. The scene looks nothing like real life. I am looking out onto a city street. A sidewalk runs right in front of the window. There are brick buildings across the street. Right then a silver PT Cruiser comes speeding down the street from my left, swerves onto the sidewalk and speeds past my window. I think “Oh my God, that idiot is going to kill someone.” I must do something! I run to the kitchen door and out onto the sidewalk. I begin to sprint and realize I have super speed. I must be running over 50 miles per hour because I am catching up to the speeding car. The car swerves to the left, off the sidewalk, across the street and down a side road. I think to myself, “This is an opportunity to practice my flying!” I jump forward, superman style, and begin to zoom down the side street. I see the car about 100 yards down the road, stopped. The driver is now on a motorcycle (wearing a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and a black helmet with a reflective face shield.) I jet after him as he speeds away. I am willing myself to go faster as he goes right down another side street between brick buildings. I pursue, but have to slow down so I don’t hit any buildings. The guy rides up a cement ramp and into a building. I follow. I am now flying down a hallway. The building is old and the walls are made of cement. I fly up a set of stairs, through an open doorway, and into a long wide hallway with large openings to my right. It reminds me of a parking garage, but the hallway is not wide enough for cars to park. I can see a rundown city (many old brick buildings) through the openings. Suddenly I hear the motorcycle behind me. Somehow the guy has tricked me. I roll over (while still flying) onto my back and see the guy riding toward me. I begin to fly backward, with my feet in front of me, toward the guy. As we close the distance I slam my feet into his helmet. I don’t see him wipe out, but I can hear the bike crash onto the pavement. I wake up.
Awake: 5:10 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) Dream 1 = 6; Dream 2 = 7
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) Dream 1 = 5; Dream 2 = 9
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) Dream 1 = 8 minutes; Dream 2 = 2-3 minutes
Emotions: Dream 1 = Fear, then anger; Dream 2 = anger, confident/powerful
Dream Signs: I am Tarzan, in a place that reminds me of my past, fighting wild animals and winning, wild animals in Worcester, back in my old house, a car driving on the sidewalk, running at super speed, flying, knowing that I need to practice my flying
Notes: I did not take any magnesium last night. I did take 500 mg of Chorine and 250 mg of B-5. I am so glad I had decent dream recall last night. When I woke up form Dream 1, I almost fell right back to sleep. Then I realized I need to remember the dream. It took a while to trace the dream backward from the end. I know there was more but couldn’t seem to extract it from my mind. The second dream was awesome. I had some slight idea that I was dreaming, but I was not lucid. But lucid or not it feels great to fly. I awoke feeling energized. I also think I was very close to lucidity which is a good sign that achieving lucidity in the future is going to become easier. I started the “Find my hands” technique last night. For some reason this technique appeals to me. I really believe I will have greater success using it. I am going to stick with it every night for a few weeks and see how it goes. Note: I did see my hands in both dreams (when I was beating the wolf in the first; and when I was flying, with my hands out in front of me, in the second.)

Pizza delivery guy
I am walking towards my house when I notice there's this dude following me. This scares me, and as soon as I reach the edge of my property, I take a sharp turn into the garden. And God forbid, he follows!
I consider my escape routes when he is suddenly too close, next to me. I look at him, and he has fair skin and blonde hair. He turns to me too, with a grin.
"So you're also going this way?" He says to me in a friendly way. At first I am confused, but it fades as I notice the pizza box he's carrying.
"Yes," I think I say "So you're the pizza delivery guy?" We don't ever order pizza, but in my dream I don't question this. Or why he is walking through my yard.
We enter my house. My mother welcomes him and takes the pizza. To my suprise, he follows us into the dining room and grabs himself a small, white plate from a stack on the table. He then proceeds to sit down next to me as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
My family and I start eating the pizza, but the pizza delivery guy still has an empty plate. As I don't think this is polite, I pick of some of the topping of my pizza, 1/4 slice of cucumber and a salad leaf to be precise, and place it in front of him.
"Thank you for serving me." He says gratefully.
"Do you know Simen?" I say (Simen is a friend)
"No."
"You look like him." He seems older than my friend, but he has the same round face and child-like, warm eyes.

This is where my memory ends.

The abandoned post
My friend, Wendy, takes me and another one of my friends, Jenny, into an abandoned war post. The colours in the dream are very dark and grey-ish. There is still a war going on. Dolls are spread out on the floor. Wendy instructs me and Jenny where to hide when the nuclear bombs hit. She tells us leather will protect our skin, but wood will burn. I understand that the people who used to live here are dead - that the only thing that remains of their bodies is the heavy dust I am breathing in.
When we have settled, Wendy tells us that she had a relationship with an officer. She then talks about how one of her ovaries are clogged, and therefore it is very unlikely for her to get pregnant. She calims she is sterile, but I know she's lying, because somehow, I knew she once had an abortion. Then, I begin accusing her of things and promoting safe sex, without realizing the absurdness of the entire situation.
The dream then takes me into the past and I see her great grandmother, who also claims she is unable to have children. The great grandma is flirting with an officer. I then notice the red band around on of the arms of his jacked, and realize what this means..

The dream ends. All names are changed. ..

In the next dream I am accused of theft and vandalism by a person who is ripping off my friend. No reason to go into detail.

Note: Can't help but notice similarity between the War Post-dream and this: Deadly doll - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views

Me my sister and my parents were in a zombie infected world. We built up camp in a park that overviewed a pond. The days were pretty short and our house was built out of Minecraft blocks. The walls were wooden blocks, the floor cobblestone, and the ceiling cobblestone. Since the beginning of the dream i remember seeing a figure in a black leather jacket and he always had his hood up. His head seemed very big under the hood and he was always dragging an axe around. Whenever I pointed him out he seemed to turn around and slowly walk away and my parents were too slow. Our biggest problem was finding food so I told my sister and she agreed. There was a surplus of deer in the park for i don't know why we didn't just hunt the deer. I then changed my mind because I noticed that the deer might be infected. Above the park was a huge parking lot and towering over the lot was many old, falling apart apartment buildings. One day the hooded black figure stood above the lot looking down on our little minecraft set up. I pointed him out and my parents seemed to not care at all about it yet me and my sister did. I said screw them and I started to running and on the grass was a baseball bat. I picked it up and bolted uo the small incline towards the lot. When i got up into the lot the sky was very dark and the setting was very Walking Dead like. The figure saw me and turned around as if he didn't notice. I didn't recognize a face at all in fact i don't think there was one. From there time seemed to fast foreword to where i was a couple of feet away from what seemed to be a barbecue that was perched up on top of a stand. Yet, this barbecue had a body that was lying on top of the stand. I looked around to make sure there was no zombies around and started whacking the figure on the top and the sides as hard as i can. I constantly checked my back and i seemed to do this constantly until a police car rolls up and a man with black hair wearing a blue nyc police officer uniform and he ask's what happened. I don't remember what i said exactly but he sort of just picked up the "head" threw it on the ground, took out a very small bottle of gasoline i supposed and a very intricate lighter that was white with some sort of black/blue design on the front. He took the gasoline and lighter and made a flamethrower with it and he started torching the head of the figure. He ended his torching and we both turned to each other and smiled. He bowed down quite oddly and i took my hand and ruffled his hair. I remember the feeling of awkwardness in the dream. Time seemed to pass to where the cop car was facing the other way down the lot and my sister and i stood on the walkway. A black woman police officer sat in the cruiser looking up at us. The sky was a sort of sunset haze which felt quite good under the circumstances we were in. My sister asked what the time was and i looked at my watch and it was all weird numbers. The watch was the same one i have IWL, all black g shock. My watch read 22 something something something. Then the woman says, "thats wrong. Mine reads 2 some thing." Time seems to fast forward and we're running through the lot when i ask my sister why we don't just hunt the deer. I said the word Venison several times in my head. We made our way down into the park and we were running to the set up. I had my new Nike Freetrainers on and i felt like I was running 200 mph. I thought about all the little rubber pegs on the bottom of the shoe and i seemed to pick up speed. My legs felt like nothing and i thought that i could just run forever. We came close to the camp and i jumped on top of it and wondered wether i made any noise. My sister turned to me with a look of surprise and says, "that makes no noise!". I nod my head and move inside where my parents were laying down on the floor with their backs against the wall. They seemed to be watching TV somehow. It's just about night now and i stepped over my dad, put my back against the unevern wall and my dad asked for a pillow so i handed him a block lol. Then my mom woke me up.

Non-lucid Dream #56 Dream,(Comments)
Background: I rekindled my interest for meditating and meditate for 15 min. I had the hardest time but I stuck with it. I did nothing else special. I noticed that mindfulness meditation increases dream recall because of the heighten state of self awareness. When I wake up I normally don't recognize that I have awoken. I just lay there thinking to myself either about the dream or other stuff. But after meditation before going to be I start recognizing when I wake up. I also believe the better one gets at meditation the shorter the awareness from sleep to awakening, maybe even before awakening. What I mean is right when you awaken you will become aware of it or before you awaken you might become Lucid.

Dream fragment 1 from 8:20pm-1:07am" Awareness is Everything":
-I was walking around in a garden completely unaware. I started gaining awareness, I looked around me I see flowers, I smell and feel the air across my face. I see the sun. I turn and I see my father. Although I didn't realize it at the time I was in my school. He started talking to me, he said, "Awareness is everything, awareness is the teacher, all you need is awareness everything else follows". I was surprised to hear that from my father. I asked him, "Do you think I could learn about God by becoming aware of nature?" He simply replied in a calm voice, "no". I was shocked after he mentioned that sentence about awareness. He continued, "The only way to know God is through Jesus Christ". I thought oh this is my typical dad. He said, "you could know his creation but not him", I said, "Yeah that is what I meant to say". Then we started walking down the stairs, I saw the sun as we were about to start going down the stairs. I awoken shortly after.


Reflection (thoughts): I thought about this dream for quite some time.
I got out of it the following:
-Without awareness any task will be done incorrectly or results may not be as expected.
-It, awareness, teaches for those that listen and pay attention.
And from it I have now tried to increase my awareness, and dedicate my time to love meditation for it increases awareness. And the part with the response of my dad was just years of talking about the same subjects that we never agreed upon.

Dream
Notes

I was part of the walking dead (the telltale games one) and playing as a main character. We were walking next to a river and then stumbled upon a forest. Clementine was given some fruit and after she ate it she felt dizzy and passed out. When she woke up, she cloned herself or something and was grown and blonde but the young Clementine was still there. We then saw some natives. They talked to us and showed their numbers. We started arguing and their leader said "we outnumber you" I told him "You're still no match for our ranged weapons!" He showed me a blowpipe and said the same. Something happened and I yelled "Open fire! Kill them all, they'd do the same to us!" As I said that, my group opened fire and I dashed for cover. I brought up my gun and started shooting. We shot at men, women, and children. They surrendered and viewed us as gods. I started swimming in a pond and was suddenly with my uncle and Nona Rita watching a TV. The TV was playing everything that just happened, as if we were watching it.
We were in water and it looked like we were inside something. I went to the room behind us where there was a kitchen and then further back a cave with water and wooden planks and a big rock in the middle. I remember noticing the planks made the area look like a smugglers den from Assassins Creed: Black Flag and I saw possible parkour moves on it. I told myself I would do them if I didn't have the fractured foot (which I do in the waking world). I swam around the cave but then the water started to taste gross like if it had small rocks or sand or dust. This bothered me so I got on the rock and suddenly found out that the rock was made of plastic and was hollow! I was mad and returned to my uncle telling him what I found. He went back with me and we found a trap door where water would come in. The trap door was at the bottom of the cave and water would rise up when opened. I went to a room across from the cave and TV and grabbed a flashlight and my multitool. I noticed I was wearing my Nike workout shorts and put the multitool in my left pocket. The flashlight had been on for a while so the light wasn't as bright so I asked for batteries. Nona Rita and Santino both got a lot of batteries and they gave them to me. I put in 3 batteries, ate a piece of a battery, and then went to the cave. Me and my uncle then opened the trap door, pushed a crate down, and then pulled it up, allowing fresh water to enter the cave. I was happy and could feel the freshness of the water as it came in. Outside the trap door I think was an ocean.

It's still weird how the trap door would be on the bottom part of the cave instead of the side or top.

I'm looking at a man with the head of a dog, carrying something like a whip made out of live snakes, driving a chariot through a large underground hall. He's a good and trusted friend, and I've given him a highly respected position here, something to do with training or teaching. There was an assassination attempt a while ago, and ever since then he's refused to come above ground, except for twice a month, different days every month, and even then only at specific locations.

A flashback to a time shortly after that assassination attempt, from 3rd person now. The dog-headed man was resting up in a garden in an area separate from the rest of the compound, for the intelligence workers only. There's a woman there, and he's wondering if she's the one who took care of him while he was delirious. He doesn't completely trust her. She's told him before that she was designed by her masters to be a partner for "Riker" - although the dog-headed man doesn't realize it, this is a codename referring to the leader of the compound (my pov character in the previous scene. When I hear the name Riker, I associate it with Dune's Paul). While talking about various things, she complains that "my Riker's" role won't come into play until later, so for now all she can do is wait.

Really very, very bad recall - I slept in my husband's room by mistake and that shook it all up.
Last thing, I dreamt, was a fragment, where I was playing a game with him, where certain pieces of furniture were used as figures - not directly chess, but something with furniture warfare, and we had a lot of fun playing it - the furniture wasn't completely inert, it moved and acted a bit on it's own.
Was nice, actually.

YOOOO last night didn't do a WBTB, still got a super long dream. Hm.
...
Hmmmmm...
OK so BAAHHHHH why does my mind have to come up with semi-awkward things. Hope you guys like American race relations!

Fragment
I'm at the store buyin' somethin' tasty. I forget what it was. I think I also dreamed about that again later, and that time I got myself some brie. Yay~
Since that happens so often Imma make it a dream sign.

Dream
So uh let's see here.
The original premise of the dream was ... three black guys killed this white guy and his two friends for some reason. And some of that reasoning dated back to how black people were systematically mistreated and killed by white people for the longest time. But there was some other reasoning based on what the guy himself had done.
On his part he struck me as sort of a Gatsby-type character, well-meaning and the sort of person who sincerely does not expect to be murdered. But hoo boy he got murdered a lot. I b'lieve fire was involved, they were very thorough.
Hm so yeah that bit was set in a sort of a maze of a mansion, part of it underground I think. Hard to remember details but basically he and his friends did some running and hiding only to fall directly into various traps set by the other guys. Not physical traps, I mean like they expected him to go in that direction and one of them was lying in wait. That kinda thing.
And yeah when he actually died I believe it was fairly climactic. Like, he'd just made it to the area right behind the front door WHATEVER THE FRICK THAT'S CALLED and was about to run outside and escape or whatever. But instead he just died there. I forget what actually killed him. Hrm. But yeah the sunlight was shining all around him. He was a pretty dramatic guy! 8)

So then the dream shifted to this Irish guy who was goin' to a bar, but since he was Irish he couldn't sit down anywhere. He had to go up to this specific counter for Irish and stand there waiting to be served or somethin'. He got a shot of something, downed it, got some more and walked outside with it, downed that in front of errbody, and then began to wander towards the street. Also I think I may have been him for a moment, but if I drank the alcohol I didn't taste anything.

Then I was arguing with Dad about whether the three black guys killing the three white guys was justified and his reaction was that yes, it was allowed, because white people had killed loads of black people in the past (he and I are white just sayin'). I was trying to argue against that line of thought but I had the nagging suspicion that he was actually correct, and I was just arguing against it because I was white, and y'know, didn't want to die if someone decided we oughta be part of repairing race relations through extended violence. It was pretty confusing.

Speaking of which, then I was back in time and observed a black mother who was trying to take care of her kid, but thanks to some systematic oppression, she was having a real hard time of it. Like white women got free diapers or something, and she couldn't. The details are kind of all mixed up though.

Then I was arguing with a couple black ladies about the murder case, except now I think we were in the past. Actually the dream itself somehow was existing both in the past and the future, both during and after the mistreatment and murder of blacks by whites. Which, during the dream, was kind of interesting because I could just go with these time shenanigans, but afterwards it's like HOW DO I COMPREHEND THIS.
Anyway, we were sitting at a restaurant table just outside the restaurant talking about the murder case, and they were all for the white guy getting murdered. I think he'd done somethin' to a young black lady, like maybe led her on and broken her heart or somethin' (there was this little mental image of her standing on a representation of a map, at the edge of her country looking towards the ocean at him, very forlorn). Also I think they were pretty angry about the conditions black people had to face to begin with, although they didn't seem very angry at me specifically, for some reason.
Speaking of time shenanigans, I think it was implied that, when I'd talked to Dad about it, the murder of the guy had been in the past, and when I talked to the two ladies about it, the murder of the guy was still off in the future. Which would make sense, because the next bit was me actively at the murder scene while it was happening and trying to stop it and/or not get killed myself.

I think Ben might've been there too, the dream version of him that follows me like a second shadow, and we were just running around the mansion being witnesses and all that. To their credit, the black guys didn't seem the least bit interested in murdering us, despite us being potential witnesses. They had a sort of laser-focus on the one guy, and his two friends were collateral damage because... they tried to protect him, or smuggle him to safety or somethin'. idk maybe Ben and I were ghosts or somethin *throws hands in the air*
Anyway we didn't manage to save the guy and he totes died again and then I woke up and a few minutes later my alarm went off and that's that. Hmmmm...

23:16 pre-bedtime
super combo breaker meditation

23:40? bedtime

00:00 Thursday 2014-03-20 competition #17 night #13

05:36

1) male/female confusion gender gangs, ladder you only move up by killing someone, fights, drug messenger they're going to use a girl, I see her standing away from the group with and adult, a kid killed another kid, I see him he's short and dark haired, I think he strangled the other kid

F1) a bunch of people went to and stole things from a house, and destroyed it, and sat around a table and celebrated.

07:00

F2) trying to get multiple gangs to work together, each gang is in a different room, they only work with family.

F3) watching a line of people at work desks passing recommendations one to the other up to the manager.everyone's trying to make theirs be the best.

F4) sitting at a table one guy puts his feet up on the table and the manager jumps up and says he doesn't like it.

F5) I'm so busy on a business trip that I didn't have any time to go and get Mexican food.

2) The key in the cork. A partner in crime is passing a key to some important thing to me. The key is hidden a cork, he hands the cork to me. I pull the cork apart to get the key, it's a small brass key, I'm not sure of what to do with this key, where's the lock I'm supposed to open? The partner is wearing a strange black rubbery outfit with lots of zippers. I'm wrapping up a bunch of locks attacked to a ribbon, and a policemen notices us.

1. [Non-Lucid]
In a car trying to get a parking space, this is proving very difficult so I decide to park in front of these 2 parked cars, then this guy get annoyed and argues that we can't park there, so I drove out of the way...1 of the parked cars is gone now but a white car quickly steels the empty space.

Now I'm in a casino with this guy who's looking for a stack of money he hid somewhere, he climbs this wall and throws down a stack of money, I try to catch it but miss so I go pick it up, Now the room is full of people, these people start attacking us so we run and they chase us.

2. [Non-Lucid]
I'm in some sort of space ship with some other people/aliens, I ask to go outside so I can go home or something, so now I'm floating through space and I realize I'm stuck here in space so I get sad because I can't get home, I find a big container so I go open it up and I find its full of food.

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Fragments:
Playing GTA V driving around in an orange cop car.
See some square black cube thing with eyes.
Searching for some guy.

Date: 3/20/2014 (Thu Night)
Total sleep: 7 hours
Daytime Techniques: RC’s, Awareness, & Visualization
Lucid Techniques: Mantras & Visualization
Recall Techniques: Mantras & Reviewing previous dreams
Fell Asleep: 10 pm
Dream 1 Title: Corporate Event
Dream 1 (Fragment): I am at some kind of corporate event. There are 3 sales guys there. All of them are in their early 20’s. They are all wearing black suits, with white shirts and black ties. They are very excited and shouting out a corporate mantra which went something like this “Company Name! (I don’t recall the name) We Will Win!!”. I vaguely remember looking at a spreadsheet on a computer. I wake up.
Dream 2 Title: Another trip to a Mall
Dream 2 (Fragment): I am sitting in a minivan with my current friend Mike R. It is raining outside. I am sitting in a parking lot of a plaza. At some point I leave the car and go into a store. There are cloths hanging up on hooks which are on slat walls. All the walls in the store are slat walls. There are a lot of glass cases around containing miscellaneous items for sale. This place reminds me of a store I’ve been to in Wells Maine. At some point I am standing next to my wife and daughter. She is playing a video game on a computer. She stops and I decide to try it, but the game doesn’t make any sense to me so I don’t even try to play. I then leave the store. I walk out of the front door and it opens into a parking garage which reminds me of Logan airport in Boston. It is still raining and there is water leaking down the cement support beams. I wake up.
Awake: 5 am (I continued to lay in bed for about 30 min trying to remember the dreams)
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) Dream 1 = 6; Dream 2 = 7
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) Dream 1 = 4; Dream 2 = 5
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) Dream 1 = 1 minute; Dream 2 = 10 minutes
Emotions: Dream 1: I was annoyed with the obnoxious sales guys. Dream 2: I was annoyed with the video game.
Dream Signs: Sitting in the car with a friend I don’t see often; being in a place I don’t recognize.
Notes: I took 400 mg of magnesium, 100 mg of chorine & 250 mg of B-5 2 hrs before bed. The magnesium helps me to fall asleep quicker and to say asleep through the night. However, it seems to be negatively impacting my dream recall. The chorine and B-5 are supposed to help with dream recall, but so far I’ve noticed no difference. After several days of binge eating sugar filled junk food, I was fully back on track with my paleo eating yesterday. I feel great this morning: Well rested and in a great mood.

Morning of March 20, 2014. Thursday.



I am seemingly at my sister Marilyn’s house, but it is not represented as such at all in my dream. Instead, I believe it is some sort of building where there is a documentary being pieced together - the otherwise large kitchen seems to be the main newsroom where the guests are discussing their fringe lifestyle. It concerns a group of about ten people who are involved in an isolated religious sect or cult to where they can only marry “alien cats” or whatever. These “alien cat people” are supposedly from a distant planet that has some sort of secret ties with the Earth and are somehow genetically compatible with humans.

However, the truth is being delved into in that the “cat people” are not really aliens but genetically and surgically altered domestic cats. There is a point at which I see one of the altered cats walking about somewhat clumsily on its two hind legs while only being slightly bigger than a typical house cat.

At a later point, a larger cat seems to try to eat my hand in the “living room” (this obviously comes from an image I saw on another user’s entry on one site as well as their dream itself). The room is different in that it has some sort of thinner fiberboard utility wall for tools or cords on the southern side and through the middle, halving the size of the area where I am. I do not think I can “reason” with the cat. It is quite annoying, but I am not hurt. It dawns on me eventually that it would be quite problematic to be “married” to an alien cat person even if such had any other potential relative to the media attention or weird isolationist religion.

Had another lucid! That's two for March, which is getting my hopes up for the future since I've been absolutely unsuccessful at lucid dreaming since my return in June. So hopefully I can keep the consistency alive!

The dream starts with myself and my friend Robert. We are in the process of robbing a bank together. I don't recall the actual hold up very well, but after we take the money the authorities show up to thwart our devious plans. However Rob and I take extreme actions and I believe we kill one of two cops in an attempt to escape the bank.

We successfully escape the bank and rush out into the parking lot. The cops are showering Rob and I with bullets, but luckily their aim sucks. I tell Rob that we'll never get to the getaway car at this rate. So, we take another extreme act of insurgency and get into a police car that is unguarded and drive off. The cops continue firing at us as we drive off, but their terrible aim allows us to get away unscathed.

I toss the money into the back as Rob drives the cop car away. As we're driving off I soon take notice that Rob is doing the speed limit of what I think was 35. I look at Rob cock-eyed and wonder what the hell he's doing.
"Rob, what the hell are you doing?" I say.
"Gotta go the speed limit dude." Rob replies.
"We just robbed a fucking bank!" I exclaim. "We're already going to jail if we get pulled over! Just go over the speed limit!"
"But they don't have the make on this car yet." Rob argues.
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" I snap. "We stole a fucking police car! They'll know who we are in a single glance!"
"Whatever man," Rob says. "Still gotta do the speed limit."
I facepalm as Rob turns onto the freeway now and takes the on-ramp. We pick up the pace ever so slightly as the speed limit goes up to 55(just an FYI for anyone outside the US or UK, we use miles per hour, not kilometers, so 55 is actually considerably fast).

We now exit the freeway just as the speed goes up to 65. I wished Rob had been driving that fast from the start, and now we'll probably end up on some dumb 25 road. Sure enough, we end up on a residential street(which are all usually 25 in America). And before we know it, the cops catch up to us and cut us off.

Rob and I get out of the car with our hands up. The cops pull out their guns and aim at us, they're going to shoot! I begin to cower in fear as the officers prepare to fire, and I think about how I can let it end this way. That's when I become lucid by pure luck. I jump up high into the air and come back down, testing my power out a little bit. I go up to a police officer, thinking of the February task of the month, to pull your own heart out. I get the idea to try and pull his heart out, but I can't do it. I grab on and end pull it forward, but it won't come out. The officers all freak out from my clearly superhuman power and leave the scene quickly.

Rob and I travel inside where I look around and think about the TOTM. I recall the middle name task and turn to random DC.
"What's your middle name?" I ask.
"Krejelt," (I think that's what she said, I recalled it this morning but I've forgotten now). "That's K-R-E-J-E-L-T."
"Thanks." I say, and then I leave.

Time to do two tasks in one dream! I remember I need to pinch someone who isn't wearing green. I begin searching around, only to discover that everyone is wearing green. What the fuck?! This isn't fair! I continue searching desperately for someone in green, and then I come across my friend Hannah who is sitting on a couch with what I think was a cast on her right leg. She isn't wearing any green, she's the perfect victim. Someone from behind says something before I can, and I turn to see who it is. It's my friend' solder brother Nick, and as I acknowledge him, I awake. NO!