non-lucid

Only recall again..

#1)
I've been visiting a friend - she got a call and had to go somewhere and asked me, if I could take care of her two kindergarten age boys.
So I say yes but over time, more and more children arrive and it is supposedly a birthday party - big chaos - I try to call the mother, but the telephone doesn't work, and I can't leave there.

Meanwhile the main problem is, that there is no cake and no present and nothing - I run up and down and try to prevent some accident or other from happening, and mess up cake-attempts repeatedly, rummaging around the flat, if I can declare something as present. That took a while, the rummaging, but I only found a lot of strange stuff.
In the end, I made a quite nice cake, a flat round thing with lots of something like sugar icing, but you could model with it - it worked like sand.
Yeah - it was like a snow-white sandcastle actually - I decorated in a sort of dripping fashion - like you let yoghurt viscose sand-water drip.
And red cherries.
They liked that.

#2)
That one was great - very, very vivid - again something with strange beings - not aliens this time, but some sort of age-old highly intelligent earthly species.
They were a bit less than a meter high, very round, almost no legs but big feet and beautiful big eyes - their fur was beige with a brown stripe down their belly - I actually forgot, how their arms were - even if they had arms - probably they did..

They had been secretly inhabiting the mountains for millions of years, so they said. And they contacted me and a group of people, in order to find an assortment of different substances, which represent the essence of the colour of the earth to our human perception.
It is pretty obvious, where I got that theme from - pertains a lot to the science-dogma thread.
We travelled and through beautiful landscapes - but devoid of vegetation.
Almost like on another planet, but not quite.
There were planes of differently coloured ground - stone and sand and also a white plane - like chalk.
We had something like a 3D pie-chart with compartments, where to fill the probes in, and which would in the end perform a computation to give these beings some sort of significant insight - shame I forgot their name -they gave it to me.
We managed to fill it up, and it spun around, and produced a result - to the delight of the beings.

#3) Something boring and frustrating - I was together with one of my ex-boyfriends, and we were having problems and quarrelling - I know, this isn't much of an info - but this was private stuff and mainly talking - and shouting and crying. Since I need every point - I take this in anyway - soz.

my family and i were at an auction fun raiser for the school. my sister bought a tape player which inspired me to buy a record player. t was very expenswive though and kinda big. the guy playeda passison pt son though for a sample which was kinda funy

i also saw matt ajajeh and told him dude! u were in my dream the other day in this exact situatino. i saw anythony too and jerry. if u see any of those people in the future recognize its a dream

UH I was hoping I'd fall back into the flying dream but oh well 83 I ended up dreaming about school 'cause that's what I'm really worried about.

Dream
OK so I dreamed I was taking some kinda class in a fancy marble ... room. I wouldn't say a building because somehow it didn't feel like one. Just a large marble room with another marble room branching off it. Seemed sort of reminiscent of another dream building from a previous dream. I know I just said it wasn't a building but whatever. What kind of building only has two rooms?

The teacher was some lady tryna school me in ... some sort of writing class I think. There was certainly a lot of paper involved; I remember looking over at a filing thingy (I have NO idea what they're called) that held previous assignments, already turned in, and seeing that other students had unanimously decided to put their enormous homeworks between book covers. They sort of looked like photo albums with papers inside. So many papers.

I also noticed that the previous assignment, one we'd turned in just last week (in the dream) had actually been supposed to be (TENSES) a group project. Which wasn't how I'd done it. So that was an especially uncomfortable feeling. I got over it though.

Lastly there was a bit where I was home working on the newest project, but it was some dream house, not MY house. It was still a pretty great house though.

Anyway I found an old half-sandwich in the fridge and I was like "huh I suppose I shall eat this then." The idea was that it was just some old sandwich from like, last week, again, and that maybe it had been left out for a bit since I took it to school with me, but the fridge had probably refreshed it. And anyway it was a pb&j sandwich. So I ate it with all those feelings sort of mixed in. It was tasty anyway.

3/12/14

3:10 am non-lucid

Zombies. Eventually we have to live downstairs in a basement to escape (or be kept away from). We seem to have been infected, but it's not so bad.

Atmosphere transfers from dark to comedic. I, as Lesley Knope at one point, am called back to the above ground, but in a protective suit as not to infect others, in order to feed someone who won't eat. (Maybe he was infected, not us?)

Wasn't always Leslie Knope, just at that point. Comedy montage music playing in the background.

Before that point my husband and I am in the basement with another couple.

Some sort of analogy to Japanese language learning blogs and my job at JALUP. Tofugu included.

One of our cats in the basement with us.

We're hiding in the basement. Dream didn't start off in the basement, but I don't remember point before basement.

Playing board games till 6pm with another girl who loves games. This brings on the talk of Japanese learning blogs. She works for Tofugu.

23:15 bedtime, yay!

00:00 Wednesday 2014-03-12 Competition #17 night #5

02:35

F1) The Flintstones in a park

1) going through an entrance with S2, he takes his shirt off, I make a remark about this. We enter long hallways, we start playing hockey on the super slippery floors with a puck of some sort. We're running down the hallways and richocheting the puck off the walls to each other. Someone scoops it up (it has become a vinyl record in a paper jacket) and drops it back down to the floor.

F2) a teacher summons a shuttle

05:35

2) Horses on a hill in the distance, "Hey look at the horses let's go watch them," they move away. There are some closer horses by a fence, coming closer, suddenly a man turns around next to the horse and looks at me. He is dark/middle-eastern looking. He starts talking about a strange cow/horse thing on our left, it is a bizarre looking beast.

3) I'm bicycling with a group of friends including CL. CL is riding a bike that has a large console on it like a big motorcycle. I'm looking at the handlebars of the bikes the others are riding, I'm trying to determine if they're the old curly-style of road bikes, or the straight out style of mountain bikes, it looks curly-style at first but then resolves as straight. One rider is saying he gear broke and it took hours to fix. Another is saying that his gear broke and after replacing it the chain/deraileur in the front is a few millimeters unaligned so he is always having to fiddle with the gear shift lever to stop it from clicking, I see him fiddle with it. We jump out bikes up to the roof of cars and then back down.

4) sitting high on a shelf in the corner of a tall/huge room, the strange cow / horse thing from #2 is there rolling on the ground, I watch as its head moves between the border of the light and the darkness, I think it will sooon see me and I don't want it to.

5) Happy Birthday, G! I'm in G's house for his birthday. There are two women there, one lying in bed and one standing up. I decide to check out the woman in bed, she's very old and wearing lots of make-up, I think "ew." A bunch of people have gathered together to wish G happy birthday. A woman is pouring a drink I think is for me but G swoops in and takes it, it's a large drink I end up with a small one. I start to make a toast, I'm trying to find the words to praise G, I start the toast praising G, just then a bunch more people arrive I can see them approaching the house from outside, I decide to wait for them to enter before continuing.

6) Standing outdoors outside a restaurant, I'm waiting for people. I go check the internet router which is lying outside around a building, I think the people I'm waiting for may be using it. I think about returning to where I was waiting and go to Jack in the Box and get some Monster Tacos.

F3) showing my wife something on the computer

F4) some weird things on the ground near my car

06:00 - 07:42

Thinking about the dreams, thinking about work. Eventually decide to sleep more and finally eventually fall asleep again.

Took a long time. Probably slept at 08:00

09:18

7) Nighttime at old neighborhood partk, I'm on the middle level, I'm with a car and a bicycle. The lower basketball level I can see is packed with cars as if it were a parking lot, I see a black guy slinking and jumping between the cars, I figure he's trying to steal the cars or the stereos. He's really hipping and hopping and zipping around quickly darting between the cars very suspiciously. Then a second guy shows up with him, I think "OK it's time to get out of here," I move to put my bike quickly in the back of the hatch-back car, I try to close the door of the hatchback but the bike's in the way, I try slam slam slam harder and harder to close it but it won't latch. Then the two guys are on my level and approaching me. I get the back door to latch finally and I quickly get in the drivers seat and turn on the car. One guy is coming to talk to me by the driver's window, I know this is a technique to distract me while the second guy will go around the other side and try to carjack me. I pretend to give him my attention and behave like I'm distracted but I'm really getting the car ready to go. Then I slam on the gas and pop the clutch, the takes a while to get going, like the clutch is really soft, but I get going eventually.

8) driving down a steep hill with my (deceased WL) aunt. I'm the driver she's in the front passenger seat, her window is open, we're driving by houses on the right, she tries to grab something from a pile of papers on some guy's mailbox as we pass by. We have to go back, she needs to do something with this paper, I stop the car and put it into reverse and try to go back up. The car is very weak or the clutch is very soft, it doens't engage well, the engine is really revving but we're moving in reverse very slowly. I hear a horn honking and look left/forwrads and see that there's a long line of traffic heading downhill in our lane, I must have caused a traffic jam with this maneuver. I coordinated the foot brake, the hand brake, the gas and the clutch to get going in reverse back up the hill. We make it back to the house.

Inside this guy's house, he's ordered something and it has arrived and I see the packing containers, he's in the bathroom washing it. I don't want to meet him so I move forwards and descend a stairway to an office area. I meet his wife and talk about something here. I then have a view of this office area from a higher floor looking through blinds, it's night and I see the lights in that room contrasted against the darkness outside and I know that's where I was earlier talking to that woman.

There's a guy talking to the landlord of this house and he's asking about keys. I know I have the keys.

I'm working with some guys in this house on a device that can control the minds of people over the phone. I'm the technical lead behing this project and I'm proud that everyone knows this, I'm adjusting and connecting wires, connecting the devicer to a phone system. I see the two wires connecting into the box. I joke about calling people and telling them to "send all your money to <my name>." I give a test call to a friend, he says it sounded very automated, I listen to a message from the system and it does indeed sound like computerized text-to-speech, and the words become garbled and incoherent and lost most of the words and you couldn't make sense of what it was saying.

9) I'm watching some adult VHS tape, I'm interrupted, I return to find a tape sitting on the table partially deconstructed / disassembled into pieces, there are two guys, JB and someone else, I suspect they know what's on the tape and they sabotaged it. I'm trying to put the tape back together, I pull a long stream of the tape out of the taple player and try to manually wind it back up but I don't think this is going to work because it's badly twisted. I'm conversing with these guys, the topic moves to transferring media from one place to another, they don't believe I can do it, I say I can so, I give a detailed account of "hooking wires to the video player, through the video converter, and then to the DVD burner," I say this a few times.

10) I'm looking at a blank greeting card together with my mother, in their living room, it is dark. It says on one page "Diablo," a there's a picture of a little guy with horns and cloven hooves, I'm puzzled but this, on another page of the card there's a large artistic white/grey picture close up of the devil's head (with "devil" written over it?) sporting an evil grin, I think this is a VERY questionable card to be sending someone, I say to her , "you can't send this card!" and my mother answers, "Oh, I'm going to send it anyway!!" My father is bringing in large pieces of glass and white plastic/metal lawn/deck furniture into the living room, he had just washed it, and he's going to build a display case out ot it.

09:28 up out of bed

Fell asleep at 12:30, woke up naturally at 6:30 after a non-lucid(?) dream with dream powerrrrss~
arright so let's see

okay so first was a rather strange part about me and others living under a table in the dining room of the 1319 house. most of us were just trying to get by, but there were two, maybe three who were in danger of killing others ... they ended up in critical condition thanks to me but I don't fully remember what I did. some kinda desperate, bloody fighting. hrm.

neeeext part was probably Ben and I just outside the 1319 door discussing the defensive mechanisms of the house. between the glass door and the gate were two black computers stacked on top of each other with red numbers displaying how many TBs of "protection" they offered, as far as security measures for the house went. It was nighttime, close to bedtime. Ben was lecturing me about how it wasn't really necessary or we owed it to our fellow man to not wall ourselves off from them; he even punctuated his speech by hailing some woman with a baby walking by, though I'm not sure what that proved. Mostly I remember checking out some weird bugs on the porch's stone railing, and then realizing that the computer on top, the more powerful one (with 128 TB), wasn't even on. flipping that switch was very satisfying somehow. per Ben's lecture, though, I left the front gate open.

there was something abouuut some teenagers hanging out in a group in the 1319 living room. I remember one or two girls walking over ... I think it was partially About Time-inspired. I picked one girl to be my friend or something, and then there was a short discussion about R-rated movies during which I heartily insisted I wouldn't watch a particular one whose theme was "boiling" (just eggs out-of-shell, but it seemed like the type of movie that would get quite a bit worse).

then I walked into the dining room where the two-ish people I'd incapacitated were still lying under the table, and then it was time to take them to a hospital or prison or wherever.

now I started to use some dream powers automatically. I wasn't thinking anything like "I'm lucid" and I imagine the thought would've surprised me, but at the same time I was conscious of the need to trick my brain so I could get away with classic maneuvers like flying and breaking windows. Still, I'm not counting it as lucid yet. I don't want to settle... xP

the next bit was about the half-dead guys being driven away in the back of a prison van; but then there was something about a group of teenager chasing me along the nighttime streets. same teenagers, maybe. I think slightly before that was a brief segment during which I practiced floating as opposed to flapping, but it was remarkably hard to stay in the air that way. I found it took far too much energy to simply believe I was able to hover, and any lapse in concentration or belief sent me drifting downwards. I had some success but eh.

Next I was in the streets being chased by eager teenagers for some reason, and I remember gleefully clinging to the top of a red van as it drove along. that was definitely giving them some trouble, my choice to cling to a van. gosh I'm tired and my writing sucks. at least I'm getting this down. I don't remember that part too well anyway, though I was having a great time defying them.

the last piece of dream was set in a museum, and now I was starting to settle into old patterns: breaking windows to fly out. I remember a friend leading me up to the top floor of the museum, where some lady was setting up an exhibit about her writing, which was some sort of fantasy series about warrior rabbits; somehow this was also a lecture presented by the professor of an online class I was taking, and am taking IWL, though the subject matter is different. the only people around were me, my friend, and some hint of the writer lady, such as her voice narrating something about her writing, or the impression that she was nearby, setting things up; the room was set up rather nicely, with a staircase along the east side (top-down view), dark carpeting, dim lighting, a row of windows along the south wall, and some cardboard cut-outs arranged in front of them. there was more exhibit to the north beyond a wall with two doorways, but I was mostly interested in the very many windows.

likely in opposition to my friend's wishes, I started trying to kick or punch out one of the windows to let me through. There really wasn't much time before teenagers would come flooding up the stairs, as far as I could tell, so my main focus was simply on managing to break a window. It took a few good tries on a few good windows; I was trying to lever my self-belief into the equation but it backfired somewhat when I started self-believing that some of the windows were made of two layers of glass, and were therefore much harder to break. Also some had blinds in the way, but I don't think I really cared; it just made it a bit more difficult and awkward.

Finally I broke a window and climbed through, clinging to the outside of the building where I would probably be safe; next, I flew down a bit to land on some wall structure nearby, and then my next plan was to fly up to the roof. I think that's when I woke up, though.

There was also some weird fragment about being in the CVS in that area and someone describing how certain ... things would hide in the displays. Uhhh. Basically how Easter eggs would conceal themselves in their ... packages. Which seems lazy to me but whateverz.

3/12/2014
Actively pursuing lucid dreams is a very difficult task for me because I have so much trouble sleeping. Last night started off well. I woke up after a dream, but didn’t look at the time. I remembered some of the dream. I woke up after a second dream at 2:30 am. I remembered a small fragment, but I knew there was more. I tried to relax and let the dream come back to me, but it just didn’t. I was frustrated. I lay in bed from then to now and just couldn’t fall back to sleep. So this morning I’ve only had 4.5 hours of sleep and feel horrible.

Dream 1 – Back at the store: In my dream I was working back at the book store where I worked in my late teens. I am standing behind the checkout counter and there are several customers in the store. The man, who looked like a 50-something year old biker (long graying hair and beard, beat up black leather jacket, and dirty blue jeans) he is holding a framed picture. He starts to yell out for all the customers to hear that he tried to return the picture, because there was a red ink stain on the frame, but I refused to give him his money back. I’m very angry because I can remember that the man came in over a year ago and tried to return the picture after he spilled ink on the frame. The man heads for the back room of the store, and I know he is going to try to seal something. I yell at him, “HEY!” and stare him down. He backs down and walks away. Then one of his friends, who looks like the father from Duck Dynasty, tries to sneak into the backroom. I see him and yell at him, and he backs off. I wake up.

Dream 2 (Fragment): The only
thing I remember from this dream was looking out over a large parking lot. There were mulch covered islands with dogwood trees planted on them. The trees are covered in beautiful pink flowers. I vaguely remember sitting cross legged on the floor of a dressing room in a cloths store.

I decided to share some of my more interesting and memorable journal entries on here just for the fun of it. This is going to be my first entry.

I was in a dream wasteland with no rules. I had made a contained fortress around me so that these gigantic creatures that would shoot huge beams of energy at me wouldn't hurt me. While exploring my fortress I had discovered a flaw. One of these creatures had breached the fortress, while thinking that I had in fact made this part of the fortress thinking that it couldn't be breeched. As soon as I realized my mistake I ran. The huge creature took off after me. I ran around the corner to avoid its wrath and any chance of being destroyed. I hid outside the ruins of a convenience store, being that my fortress was made of a little town that was no more. When I hid on the side of this store the dream suddenly switched to a third person view. There was no longer a humongous creature after me but in fact a woman who sought after me for whatever reason. I knew her intentions were not right though. She called out for me and as soon as she passed me I didn't hesitate to take action. All of this was still in third person, by the way. I took out a gun that shot out a ray of energy and paralyzed her. She cried out for help and told me to stop. I didn't hesitate to kill her because I knew what she wanted from me. She wanted me destroyed. I can't recall anything more after this incident.

Morning of March 12, 2014. Wednesday.



Normally I am not at all concerned or focused on my age in dreams (even though I am a lot younger in the majority of my dreams), lucid or otherwise, but this one was a bit different.

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I am in the pinhead’s apartment at the King Street boarding house. I am in a bed that would not have ever been in that location in real life, as it is aligned south and north (head to the north) along where the closet entrance would otherwise be, as well as blocking the door into the apartment. However, the dream places the doorway a bit more to the east. I am not sure if Leonard is still renting the place at that point, but he is there (though the room is mostly empty) and I am wondering if the owners are around. This is one of those dreams where I supposedly owe a lot of back rent, which is rather odd, especially considering the male owner died over twenty years ago in reality. (Probably Leonard has also passed on - when last I saw him years ago, he looked really tired and with snow white hair.) There seems to be some sort of long board from the ceiling or upper part of the wall that had fallen down and is also at an angle across most of the bed. I get the idea that the house has been in disrepair for a number of years even though people may be living there.

I get up and feel physically exhausted but am determined to enjoy myself. Even though I am not lucid, I still “know” that I can just jump out the window (from the second floor) and go flying off to the other side of town. I make the jump and it is an unusual sensation which also seems to make me feel a bit less groggy. I almost hit the ground, stopping at about a foot or so from the middle of the street and then quickly move back up near the tree tops, almost like some sort of bounce from something invisible and intangible.

As I fly northward, I seem to be aware of a large number of females on various areas of the sidewalk, each about a year apart in age, and each a version of my wife, somehow. One calls to me in a friendly manner. It is almost like some sort of timeline series or “age index” in real time, although that is not really a correct term in reality - but is what is manifest in the phrasing in the dream. I fly on to some sort of lighthouse in the middle of town (the nearest body of water being the Black River area of the Mississippi).

In the top of the lighthouse, I decide to see how long I will live. I will do this by turning a different “age index” until it reaches where my “oldest” age is recorded. I am not sure yet how I will recognize such data. The “age index” is like a long ski lift at first, with various number values as well as the notes of the musical scale continuing one octave after the next, each written in sequence on a different section of each ski lift chair. Every now and then, I notice an unfamiliar name on the side of a particular ski lift chair. It takes a lot of strength to pull the weight of the entire ski lift route by somehow forcing the ropes around from where the bull-wheel is, turning it manually, but I am able to with only mild discomfort. There are other people there who seem somewhat annoyed that I am disrupting their daily routine.

Over time, I come to my name written out just beyond a large Eb (E flat) note, printed at somewhat of an angle, and the number 59 in a nearby location. Another man seems happy that I will “live that long”. However, that is a young age to pass away, in my opinion, and is not that far off, really. However, Eb is actually the value of around 78 (near the age when my father died) whereas 59 is closer to the lower Bb in that range. (77.782 and 58.27 to be precise). At this point the ski lift seems slightly more like a Ferris wheel that I am somehow turning about.

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10pm
I was staying in some sort of bed and breakfast, and they put us up in a room that did not seem ready for visitors (later in the dream it occured to me that maybe they had put us up in a room of one of the family members).

The were shoes all over the floor layed out in a weird way, and there were books similarly layed out. I put the shoes away somehow, but was more interested in the books and started stacking them, based on my interest.

Then the land lady came and wanted to know what I was doing. And she said they all had to go back to the way they were. I replied with how could I remember how they were lasted out before? But I said I would try.

There was also some flash of me with the shoes or books in a different location.

4am
Fragment: my older son's summer camp left the kids in a fast food like location with playground all day. I was not impressed.

I am helping musician Chris Chameleon carry his guitar to a concert which I am about to attend. We are walking down a street towards the large concert building, and the guitar feels awkward in shape. We arrive at the venue, and it's like a school gymnasium, with many tables. I hand the guitar off to somebody else, and spot my Aunty, and her divorced husband (who was controlling/cruel/etc). Just beyond them, however, for the second time in the last week, by (now long passed) Grandfather is standing there. However, he is free of both Parkinson's and Alzheimers. I hug him, and it is joyful - I feel good that I can see him again, and I am old enough to appreciate it.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am at some beach club or something of the kind. Lots of young boys and girls, having fun, playing games. Girls are lured into a strange competition which involves following leads and collecting objects to achieve some final goal which will be revealed once the puzzle is complete.
At first I just watch, but I find it both fishy (it seems just a pretense to lure the girls into increasingly dark and remote places, maybe so they can disappear) and challenging (I absolutely want to play it and I am certain I can win it). So I sign up, with mixed feelings: will do my best to win, but will also keep my eyes open as I go along.
First challenge involves going down some kind of well, with a sort of diver's suit to get some clue from the bottom of it. There's a mix of physical challenges like that, but then we also have to solve the puzzles and enigmas that come with the clues, so we can find which is the next challenge. I follow a number of these and they often involve going down or crawling inside dirty, dark places. But I start passing in front of the other girls who were ahead of me. And I start getting a better picture of it all. It's hard to explain, but with each task we're getting closer and closer to become pawns of a sick game, to reduce us to unaware servants of some entity we haven't even met. I was right about my initial feeling. So, once I'm winning the game, I start subverting it, blocking all other players to follow me and move forward. This displeases the powers that be, behind the whole thing. The last object I collected are some kind of bean shaped marbles, in a black iridescent colour, that seem to be alive. I accidentaly let some of them fall to the ground and they immediately divide and multiply. I don't know what I am supposed to do with it. But I then find myself into some kind of giant maze with high walls that keep getting bigger. I feel an uncomfortable sense of being trapped.At the top of one of these walls, a figure appears and it is devilish. It spreads out in a kind of red, living, palpitating matter, which covers the wall and the floor and comes in my direction. I don't know what to do, but I throw the marbles in front of me and they start multiplying and spreading in the opposite direction, engulfing this devilish form which wanted to devour me, but also threatening to engulf me to. I run to the end of the maze, trying to escape this darkness that is devouring everything. I encounter a room, with only a box in it. It's not a big box, it's just enough to put my two feet together inside it. There's no other place where I can hide or a door or window, through where to escape. But I hear like a voice telling me to go into the box. It's impossible, I think. But the voice is there saying I need to go, it's the only place I can hide. And I believe that I should try. I put my two feet in it, the box is already full, but then I squat and I fit perfectly in it. No more space left, but then I also push my shoulders and head inside it and incredibly, the box is still small, the size it had in the beggining and I am still my normal size, but I'm inside it, perfectly covered and protected. I remember Milarepa, who sat inside a conch. It is it.

It was nighttime. I was walking toward a classroom at the end of the hall. The hallway is a few floors above ground outside. The classroom was bright. It seems to be my Mandarin classroom. We were all taking a test. Everyone else finished their test and went on break. I was still sitting there doing my test. They all came back in and started on a new lesson. I continued with my test while learning the new lesson. It seems like the teacher don't know I'm still doing the test. I looked down at my piece of paper and there were drawings. There were no questions or answers but just drawings. I don't know if that's the test or something.

I twisted open a bottle of Arizona green tea, and took a sip. In RL, the bottle is unopened in the fridge.

I told somebody that I'm going to dye my whole head of hair because why not?

03-03-2014
The majority of this dream will not be written down, because having it in writing will probably have me admitted. I was in some type of war between two groups. The first one starting with a hibari kyouya character and me switching weapons and fighting. there was a little girl on their team who fused sweets together to create a boomerang that would hit people with lightning element, who was getting hit with her own boomerang as I managed to hit her with a lightning element attack during the fight. I was posed as one of her team mates that was lightning type. Her actual team mate phased through one of the walls to help her, only to realise it was actually me in disguise setting him up(bunshin). However he knew it was a clone and had sent out four of his clones to ambush me! At some point during the battle i became lucid. I tried to fly to go fight him but my dogs kept flying behind me and I kept having to tell them no! And hitting them on the nose. Then it was dark outside, I had lost lucidity and most of this part is censored and forgotten. Then I was in the house and became lucid again. I phased through the window and tried to fly away but I could hear my fathers voice tell me its no use. This time I had enough. I flew/phased back into the house with much effort( such effort, very time, wow) and looked everywhere for my family. None of them were inside except for my father who was in the bath. I screamed at him to come and fight me. I did a nose RC and looked in the mirror RC. The mirror one made me feel weak and weird so I went back into the bathroom. My father had knives in the bath with him so I took one out and told him to fight me. Then he came out in a towel, we both had knives but he wasn't invested in the fight. Then I pinned him down and with a lot of effort slit his throat. I was even able to tell the dream just how the blood should spurt out( I got really messy here, maybe I should leave it as an unrealistic slow drip). Then I did another nose RC and a light switch RC and then I left the room. I flew out of the house but then I woke up. Yes this dream is fucked up. Yes its not even the worst part of it. Basically I just need to realise that there is no room for fear, and my actions won't affect the real world. I can do what I want without fear of consequence.

I wake up after what seemed to be ages sleeping and look at my watch. ''Oh shit this can't be true'' - I think while realizing that it was 19:00. I get up and start doing things. ''Nothing to do now''. I look at the watch again but now it's 16:00. ''Hum, sure I looked it wrong before''. I wake up.