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Details to follow later.

One of the most unpleasant situations in my life has resulted in one of my most memorable dreams (albeit nightmare basically):

+ (epic) struggle against me and my wife at work: theft of our precious silver, confrontation, race to the police, return to work, locked in, weird visuals of the process of manipulation of clay into various faces, drive through suburban cityscape with hills of golden maple and pink cherry trees, view of massive mall/movie theater complex to the right

I'm in a workplace with my wife, there are long hallways and clusters of desks spread around. ("We" means wife and I were basically together the entire dream). We go to a different group in a cluster of desks/cubes, they're hostile to us. Their manager is also hostile to us. A guy there doesn't like me wife because he thinks that she is always giving them tasks to do with out any effort spent herself.

I see down a long hallway that this guy is standing at the cabinet that houses our precious silver tableware. The top drawer of the cabinet is open, and this guy has a plastic bag spread out on top and is unloading the tableware into the bag. I run up to him and yell at him and shove him away angrily. I speak to my wife that we need to lock the cabinet in the hallway, I imagine a key inserted into a lock and turning, engaging a lock. I return to the cabinet and open the top drawer, and it is empty, we've been robbed!

We're again with the hostile group, sitting down leaning against the desks, and I get a vibe that the guy is going to attack us, he stands up and starts backing away, I think he's trying to get proper distance to launch some attack, so I quickly run up to him and close the distance, he keeps backing away and I keep coming up right next to him. I look down and see that he has a revolver tucked into the front of his jeans, I immediately grab for it and take it into my left hand, start to walk away and call for my wife to join me urgently, we must get out of here and call the police. The pistol is small, but deadly, he could have shot us. I right away open the cylinder and empty the (somewhat colorful) rounds into my right hand, and place the rounds into my right pocket and the now unloaded revolver into my left pocket.

We're exiting the building in haste, we must call the police, it's important to get our story registered first, the hostiles will try to get their story first. Should we go to the PA police department or the CU police department? The PA does not deal with cases outside of their jurisdiction I think / my wife says, OK, let's go to the CU then.

Outside in a parking lot looking for our car, the spot is empty, "They've stolen our car!" my wife exclaims. No, we "remember" quickly that we simply moved our car ourselves far away, we'll have to go and get it.

Driving now through rolling suburban hills with businesses around. To the left I notice a striking hillside covered with shining golden maple trees. I look closer and the trees seem to be pink Japanese cherry trees. I look to the right and down a steep hill I see a massive mall complex below, it's also a giant movie theater, and as we drive past I think what sorts of movies play there, I see some large (actors?) faces on a marque, maybe I should go to this mall to check it out.

Back in the work place, it's empty, I think they could come and lock us in.

Talking with some guy at work, his job over the years has been to create a system for transforming lumps of clay into faces. I see a lump of clay up close, there is a narration about the different parts of it, and soon it is getting pushed and pulled and formed into a series of about 5-6 different heads/faces with open mouths, mostly sort of monster looking. I'm thinking this has taken a long time and seems sort of like a wasted effort.

(Waking from this dream was a relief, the sense of dread and forboding was constant throughout the whole thing. I quickly realized though that as a dream it was fairly awesome in terms of "present" experience, continuity, length/coherence, and visuals.)

+ pushing through crowds crossing the street to get to the buses

A crowd of people is standing at a crosswalk waiting for the signal to light, some are "beeping" behind us telling us to go. We wait for the signal, and cross the street, and we're in a sort of bus station. Buses and coming and going, our bus is full and leaving, there are so many buses around that we can probably catch another one.

Move into a group of (woman?) talking/laughing about something?

+ (semi/almost lucid) getting sexually daring with a woman and in front of a mirror

I'm in a bedroom, I'm following around a black woman, not terribly attractive but I'm still following her around. We're standing in front of a mirror her attention is not on me, but I get an idea and want to start exposing myself so that I can see myself and the woman in the mirror but so that she doesn't see me. I'm doing this on and off stopping when she looks? Then I take her aside to the bed and pull out my (ahem) to show her, and the dream ends….

Plantation in the garden

I went out of my home to the nearby fields. It was cloudy, dark afternoon. With my parents we made a plantation of exotic plants. There were six furrows surrounded by ditches with water. We had many random plants, like coffe, tea or oranges growing there. The most memorable were small trees that gave red-brown, big fruits similar to peaches. It was time to harvest the hard earned fruit. I was watching the workers so they could not take anything. Then I talked with my father to ask about the soil preparation method for the more requiring plants. He told me that remains of what was harvested must be burned on the fields, and that we lost a few workers to this technique, as in some places the fire was still raging under the shell made of ash. This created some kind of land mines, burning anything that would walk on them and break the shell composed of ash.

Drinking some wine

I was sitting in my kitchen. I took the bottle of wine, and I poured some of alcohol into the glass. Before I could drink it, the dream ended.

*Unintentionally incubated this non-lucid when I was thinking that it would be good to make ToTM with chugging whole bottle of wine, right before falling asleep.*

Troubles with energy

I saw some kind of a map. There were roads and icons representing lightnings moving on them. They all ended up in one place, leading to troubles with energy in the local area.

I feel like my recall improved slightly here but it was still pretty vague. Hopefully it should improve some more before the Sensei's competition begins. I'm really looking forward to the competition as it should hopefully help me become more excited and motivated to have my second LD and hopefully complete some basic tasks. I also have gotten a new, more comfortable matress to replace my old one which was roughly 30 years old. That should help me sleep more comfortably at night so I'm able WBTB more efficiently. Apart from that, nothing else has really been happening so onto the dream!

Non-Lucid
Questioning
Lucid

I'm in the car with my mother, she's driving me to school and we're chatting about something which I can't recall. We arrive and I get out of the car and make my way towards the gate. I'm suddenly in a bus and I sit down next a spare seat and just look at some people talking. I'm then put in an extremaly healthy, green looking field with a cream gravel path curving around ahead. I vaguely remember looking out over the field and seeing some mountains in the distance, it was beautiful. I start walking with M and we are talking about plans for some sort of event that was going to happen. After a small amount of time I realise a small group of about 5 of us have been sepearted from the rest of the class. We all follow the track for a while and we come to an edge. We all sit a couple meters away from it without looking over the edge. M tells me to jump and see whats behind it. I agree with him for no apparent reason. I run towards the edge and jump, to my surprise it's a campsite and the rest of the class is there. I land with a roll and sit down on one of the folding chairs that they have set up. I'm given a container with some stuff in it and I'm told to set up. If find M walking into the camp and ask him where to sit, he tells me theres only one to choose and I see that's the one I was sitting at earlier. The dream fades here.

There have been a couple of beautiful landscapes that I've encountered, not sure why but it's a welcome occurence. Once again, just aiming to improve recall and vividness of my dreams before I become lucid. I'm just happy to dream, I find it really fun regardless if it's lucid or not.

- Have my second LD.
- Have a conversation with a DC.
- Fly.

It's been a while since I last posted any dreams and I regret that because I have been slowly losing recall and now only have fragments when I sleep now. I guess that is the consequence of stopping my dream journal out of nowhere. But I've decided to come back to it again with a new motivation and hopefully more maturity about that whole thing. I got slightly annoyed when I had one lucid dream and then nothing. But I realise now there is nothing I can do about that and hopefully I will persist more this time. Anyway, onto the dream!

Non-Lucid
Questioning
Lucid

I was on a pier with a couple of DC's and was looking over the side. The water was light blue in colour and I could see down to the sand below me. I was told by one of the DC's that there would be a party going on in one of the houses. I seemed like a really rich area as I could see some very swanky looking houses a couple of blocks away from the ocean itself. I started to follow the DC's up some small wodden stairs, blinked, and was instantly at the party. I saw J in the main dining room and went over to her, we chatted for a bit until a couple of my other friends showed up and took me a secluded room in the house. The only furniture it had was a dark wooden bed with blue covers, white pillows and an armrest. On the armrest were two phones, I assumed one was mine and one was J's (even though we dont have phones that look like that at all.) I grabbed J's phone for some reason and went on google, I could read the text wonderfully and I started to wonder what she would say if she saw me on her phone without permission. She then promptly walked through the door and started to yell at me before I woke up.

My first dream I've recorded of the year, not the greatest but it was a nice view at the very start. I'm hopefully gonna stick with it and have some more lucids as I keep going. The concept of this still really interests me as I watched a documentary saying we spend roughly 20 years asleep. Why not spend those 20 years having fun.

- Have my 2nd Lucid Dream.
- Have a conversation with a DC.
- Fly while Lucid.

Not many goals this time round. Those are the three that came to mind, I'll try to add more when I think of something that I fancy doing.

Investigation of the Lady (This was actually the title of the dream. It was written in the air as the dream was fading out which is the first time that's happened.)
I was at school one day and I had a vision of this lady being taken captive on a beach in California somewhere (meanwhile I'm in Illinois) and led into an underground lair. It was an underground cave below the sand, adorned with a lot of Greek furniture and artifacts. I don't remember much about the girl or why she was captured, but the next thing I know the vision ends and I'm back at school and my mom is coming to pick me up. She gets me and she takes me home but our house is downtown and not in the country like it is irl. I wanted to go thrift shopping since there was a small local thrift shop a few buildings down and my mom wouldn't give me any money to go. I got angry and started kicking everything around the living room and ran out of the house. I had another vision. The police were searching for traces of the girl in the sand and they were just grabbing a bunch of sand and testing it for her DNA with some big machine. I knew that the girl was in a secret lair under the sand, and that she was still alive and I wanted to help but I couldn't do much since she was in California and I didn't even know what beach she was on. My memory gets really fuzzy from this point and I can only remember a few fragments. My mom and I ended up being in the lair, but all I can remember is one image of me looking at the Greek artifacts as my mom lifted some of them up to try to find a secret door, and Joey M from my anatomy & phys class told me that he loved my phone case and he kept talking to me but I don't remember what about.

Notes Awake Dreaming Hypnogogic

Unsuccessful night. I attempted a WILD 15 minutes before I usually go to sleep, and these were the results:

I was lying down, legs and arms straight by my side, my mind clear. Thoughts that did come I just passively swept away. After about 7 minutes, I started to get the feeling that my body was more independent now: that I was more separate from the bed. I waited for another 4 minutes or so when I saw a red blob growing from the outside of my line of sight. When it reached the middle, I was overtaken with extremely strong emotion. (I wouldn't call it fear or excitement or happiness... I guess the closest it came to was surprise.) I started to get the sensation that I was lying on a brick of thick air and I began to feel the illusion of vibrating. I swallowed. Seconds after I did this I fell out of my hypnogogic state. I preformed a few RC's to ensure I wasn't dreaming, then tried again, leading to the exact same thing happening.

Here's a Non-Lucid dream that happened at some point that night: I was behind some sort of counter. When I stood up, the perspective switched to third person from the front and I saw Leonardo Da Vinci drawing something with a computer program, me still behind the counter. He got up and walked out of my line of sight, and I got on the computer, perspective still the same. The dream faded out from here.

I blew my nose, and noticed that something solid had emerged into the tissue. My growing unease ripened into sharp alarm when I inspected the contents. Next to some meatier pieces of phlegm was the unmistakable segmented shape of a short, light grey worm. It was about half an inch long, and completely alive and intact. I'm not sure if it was a true worm or had two hair-like rows of short legs, but it even started to move as I watched. The thought of such a thing living in my body, in my sinuses even, infused me with silent horror quickly ripening to desperation as I saw the front half of another worm, which would have been twice as long as the first if it were intact, in the tissue's contents. On the underside was a distinct mouth with two visible mandibles curved back so that they lay flat against its body like fangs. What were these things doing to me?

Just after discovering the worms in the tissue, I felt an itch just above the hairline of my forehead and absently scratched it. A soft body crushed under my fingers, getting tangled in my hair, and I brought them back to find the green ooze of yet another worm staining their tips. The horror became even more intense. Were there so many in my body that they were emerging? I needed to do something about this now.

Mustering all my willpower to stay calm and focused, I brought the unwieldy vehicle I was driving over to the curb, put it in park, and engaged the parking brake. It was a boxy shuttle like those that sometimes ferry people and their luggage around airports; this one had no seats and was specced for military use. I left the engine running, even as I wondered why I was doing so: this was unlikely to be a short stop. As I disembarked, I said something like, "Men, make sure not to move this vehicle," to my company. They were prone to horsing around, and I was afraid someone might bump the parking brake and accidentally disengage it. The vehicle was tricky to operate.

I disembarked, dodging the idle men lounging on the short flight of steps that led from the strip of grass bordering the curb down to the sidewalk bordering the building. The door was open, and there were more men clustered around the steps that led down into the building. I knew they were here because I had left for the last mission in such a hurry that they had been left behind. I had already sensed that something was wrong at the time, but it had still been too vague to articulate, a vague but crushing sense of oppression rather than any physical symptoms I could describe.

I was looking for someone in particular. Not the young doctor, but the old one, who I had known for a long time and trusted completely. After passing a row of men leaning against the bar to the right of the entryway, I turned left and was relieved to discover him standing next to a table. He had grey hair and a lined, weathered face, with a serious but not unkindly expression. I addressed him in a tone that was urgent but still tightly focused, doing everything I could to remain cogent and not lose myself to the mounting hysteria I was feeling.

"Richard, I think there's something wrong with me."

He looked up, and I saw that he could tell from my face that the matter was dire, but when he spoke his tone was relaxed, the practiced ease of an experienced combat physician. "Okay, tell me all about it."

"It started about a week before this mission," I began.

It was here that I woke up. The dream was a patchwork of distinct day residue. The worms were inspired by Jimmy Carter's appearance on the Daily Show with Jon Stewart, where they briefly discussed his efforts to eradicate guinea worms in Africa. The doctor's face was a combination of Lance Hendrickson, who I saw the night before last when Aliens (1986) came on TV, and another old guy from another film of which my husband made an approving remark when he appeared. The film might have been The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999), which we caught much of on cable last night, in which case the guy must have been Philip Baker Hall (b.1931)—I had to look up his name, but the face looks right. My role as a female leader of a military company comes directly from Mass Effect 3 (2012), which I was playing last night. I think there was a lot more to the dream, because it actually started with the scene prior to the mission when I first felt a foreboding uneasiness. I reported it in retrospect because I couldn't remember most of what happened before that last scene; the mission itself remains a blur in memory. There was physical input as well: when I woke up I still had a slight itch on my head where I had scratched in the dream and discovered the third worm.

1: Earliest that I recall yet though there are more: I saw a roman city-like place and I think I was Rainbow Dash going around the place in circles to get away from something. Then I was skipping past some torture devices and someone by the name of Amy was in one, it was like the video-game Chiller (A nasty torture device based "game") and I don't think I activated the torture device but I got darn close to the lever at least; I did hear the name of the woman who was in it and her first name was Amy. (Note, I heard the last name too and I later came across two women by that name the following day in one way or another though not physically; One is from the Amy's foods and the other asked for prayers at AllDevotion.com.) Then after going past that and skipping over a little running water near the torture device I got close to another "Attraction" in the "carnival" but didn't go into it, it being sorcery or something, and then I got near another one and the whole place suddenly looked like a Home Depot to some extent while I was in front of another "Attraction" that put a cage of some sort around me. I didn't believe it was telling the truth, though; I just turned on the Xbox 360 Guide (Yeah, how does this even work? Do I need to know? Good thing it does though, YEEHAW!) and hit the Exit button and got out of it. The ride did it again, but with tape this time; I got out of it again.

Note: here's another typed account of it:

1 (Account 2) I just had a dream (I didn't post it in my DJ before posting this reply) where there were "Attractions" like carnival rides that were all deadly. (Go figure, right? You know how some people call working "The circus" or "This carnival ride" or whatever?) One of the rides "Trapped" me by putting a cage around me (or at least it looked that way) to give the illusion that the only way out was to go through it and be devoured, Which is absolutely bogus. (I don't know how it would devour, It just would.) I only ended up exiting it by "leaving the game" through the Xbox 360 guide button. (Dreams have to make sense to me on some level, so does the Xbox controller signify that I was playing around with the idea of being trapped and leaving it? It seems so at least.) Then, the ride tried to do the same thing again but with some sort of tape around me. I just cut the tape and left the "Trap zone" before finding another "Attraction" (Which I didn't see anyone going into; Come to think of it I didn't see anyone entering the other one either) which was also deadly and I felt was sorcery. It was quite asinine but that one didn't try to trap me.

- Copied from here: http://www.dreamviews.com/dream-inte...-everyone.html

2: Then I was in a department store of some sort; I was doing something else earlier, but at another point someone in a white tee shirt wanted to trade MLP: FIM cards with me. I told him I didn't have any, then I went to get some in a rack of clothing.* I was about to get one card that had a number of "21" on it, and then I heard someone coming so I left and went through some hallways and ended up going into some corner in a darkened room that appeared to be a small dining area with a 1950s or 1960s type fold-up table and some chairs. An elderly woman walked in with a walker and sat down. I said "Hello" because I didn't want to scare her as it was dark, though it was light enough for me to see her. We talked for a little bit, Then later she started talking to her son (Who is not me; Also, her son wasn't in the room or at least I don't think he was and I had the impression her son wasn't in the building) saying she wanted to tell him something before she died. Then, this other rather demeaning or slightly demonic-sounding voice (At least by my interpretation) came in (The voice was present but I didn't see anyone else in the room) and said something about the first B-52's music album and MLP: FIM, I think, and also someone who built workbenches and that I was influenced by him or all these things. I also had this sense that the woman was literally going to go up in flames by spontaneous human combustion if I didn't do something so I (Semi-lucid) brought up a Bible and a Bible verse, that one being the Lord's Prayer for her and recited it vocally. I felt pretty lightened (and I also do when I write this. It's nice.) as I woke up while still thinking of it a bit and while reciting it in-dream.

* That clothing is interesting, What does it mean? People go get it and wear it.

3: I was in an area near a beach and the water was rising. I saw a woman with blond hair and I ran pretty fast without fatigue up a steep hill to get away from the water. I eventually got to the top but the water kept rising, so I went and jumped over the slope where water was shooting out into a valley below. I then floated while the water drained out of the valley and then I landed in the valley after the water was all out. Then, I went to the left with some people and a dwarven type guy or garden gnome type guy (Point is, he was small compared to me) and found what I think was a dead body of his brother lying down on a sort of table. The dwarf commented on this and later I looked around and there was rusty junk that was once useful stuff nearby, then I think we left. There's more to it, I do believe.

4: Later on I (or who I saw through the eyes of) put a car (a black one, to my recollection) at a high-rise building for it to be worked on. I then went to the fourth floor and later tried to not be detected as I attempted to leave the building. I thought of using a hook to lower myself down an elevator shaft after I put the elevator up some stories above me, (note that this building is somewhat based on the house I've been living in, in waking life and the elevator shaft would have been where a fireplace is in a kitchen in waking life) and while still on the fourth floor I hid myself from two women by staying on the top of a bookshelf. I eventually got to the ground floor of the building but was found in the pool area (which was the living room of my house too) by my father.

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You know what? I can't call these nightmares, exactly. Sure, there were nasty things (The deadly but fake, "forced" carnival ride for example) hinted at but I didn't go into them so I didn't suffer them! I do believe you can avoid them too, if you seek for the way and reject the illusions!

+ racquetball: observing a game, guy plays a lot at the front, waiting to get my court, challenge court, think of glow-in-the-dark stealth RQB

A guy is playing a girl, I'm observing from the back of the court. He makes a lot of side-to-side at-the-front shots. On one point the girl runs really fast to get to the ball, a great hustle, the point continues, and she tries to hit the ball off the back wall and messes up. I think of the concept of "stealth" racquetball: played in the dark, the ball would be glow-in-the-dark green, and the racquets would need to be longer, like squash racquets, so that your opponent wouldn't be able to figure out where you were (dream logic!). The racquets would be white, too, I see one, looks like a badminton racquet. It's time for my reservation, but the courts are still full of people playing a challenge ladder. I think of joining in.

+ strange quarry: weird processing/gathering trucks, fall into manure hole with pipes, guy in the bag

Outdoors daytime, a large open conical quarry. One level near the top is made of large stones and is being processed by a strange truck with lots of tubes coming off of it. I walk along the path and come upon a 10-foot deep whole with vertical pipes in it, it also seems to be lined on the sides with horse manure. I (fall?) down inside the whole and hear a voice from underneath me, I was sitting on a small canvas bag/sack, there's a guy inside there. He's in there in a hope for his untreatable condition to be cured.

+ semi-epic in technological multi-story girder building: breath temperature detection program, when will it be done, guy sitting in room, scary alien (ghost? bacteria?) is learning, director contacts headquarters, breath calming device (TWO breath occurrences!); two guys accepted into flight school, flying away, views of Disneyland below, bathroom, strange toothpaste, wife, SF

I'm at a desk with a computer system on it in an open modern multi-level office building with lots of exposed girders. I'm building a breath temperature measuring device. I will make it take two inputs from two people and it will do a simultaneous analysis of the breath temperatures. It will measure minimum, maximum, and median (mean, too?) temperature of the breath blown in. The director of the facility asks me when it will be ready, I'm pretty sure it will be ready later this day, but it may take until tomorrow to finish.

I'm walking through the facility, in one open area there's a guy (and a girl?) sitting at a desk.

We're gathered together in a room. We are observing how the scary alien intelligence (bodiless? bacteria?) are attempting to gain control of a mouse on a computer. The alien intelligence is making progress and is beginning to activate the fighter/bomber planes and may use them against us. The director of our facility is signaling headquarters, she does this by signing her signature on a piece of paper and encoding a message. I observe her doing this several times.

I get scared and run out of the room. I move to another room nearby, but the doors are strangely opening for me as I approach automatically. I think the alien intelligence may be doing this to lead me to a trap, I ask someone if this could be and they answer "yes."

I'm pretty scared, somebody gives me a calm-down breathing apparatus for me to have. It works by providing resistance to natural breathing patterns, you have to push pretty hard for it to allow breath in or out. It's a multi-part device, you blow in one end, and something moves on the other and as the breath comes out. This calms me down. I go back to the original room and fold my apparatus and put it on a shelf. I look for it again right away and can't find it.

Flying now on an airplane with open sides/doors (like a paratrooper plane). Two guys are happy, they've been accepted to the flight training program, there is a vision of a bunch of guys in flight gear floating through the air. I see down on the ground below the plane, we're flying over "Disneyland", there are large colorful "rides". The ocean is nearby, it is bright daylight. We fly over another "Disney" amusement park, circling to the right, I look down, it's pretty crowded with teeny tiny people (ant sized). We fly closer to one ride which is little children going vertically up and down on tracks, their mothers are there too.

I'm in a bathroom, (doing something?), leaving, I see on a shelf/counter a completely used up double-nozzled tube of toothpaste:



There is another more normal looking tube of toothpaste with some left in it. I squirt out a large blob of pale green (like old Crest) toothpaste on my brush and am about to brush my teeth with it. I stop and think, where did this toothpaste come from? It's not mine, ew, I shouldn't use it, and dump it and head to leave.

My wife is also leaving, we're in the big city, I think I should hang around in the city and (<do something> )

late morning jumbled scenes:

+ hiding under bath towel, on bus with MR he disappears, strange neighbor sign, strip and engage the girl, problem with electricity in the basement, ham and cheese bagel in parents' kitchen

I'm on a bus with best friend MR heading up S street towards GP. Near the top I realize he's not there and I don't see him. Outside the bus (?) there is a sign put up by a neighbor. I read it several times and am trying to make sense out of it. The part I'm sure about are: "It is our daughter's birthday" and "Yes, this is odd" (meaning it's strange to make such a sign in the first place!).

I'm lying down in a room with people, I'm in an "excited" state, I'm trying to hide this and simultaneously "enjoy" the state, I pull a large bath tower over myself but can't quite get everything covered up.

(semi-lucid)

Spoiler for explicit sexual content:

I'm in a room, there's a hot girl there, I pick her up and put her on a table seated before me. I pull off her top, and pull off another top underneath the first, I think this is going too slowly, she's topless now, and I lean forwards and put my mouth on one of her nipples she's fairly flat chested. I then stand her up a bit and pull down her leggings and panties, and spread her legs, there's a patch of black pubic hair there, and I dive in for oral action. Moving my tongue around I'm delighted to find I'm getting touch feedback on my tongue. I wake up moving my tongue around on one of my top front teeth ()

Dozing in and out of sleep

+ A guy in the basement is telling us something we're doing is interfering with the electrical system and is bothering his sleep since an electrical line is right next to his head. I'm not understanding what he's saying. He says the problem is in the basement. Part of a wall is painted red? I finally understand that something we're doing is causing a change in the flow of electricity and that is sounding like some sort of hum that is bothering him.

+ I pick up a bag and open it from the kitchen table, inside is a ham and cheese bagel. I take it to the kitchen and want to zap it in the microwave, but my dad is in the way, I try to step around him but can't, so I wait for a second then I put the bagel on a bubbling plate in the microwave, slam the front for of the microwave with a bang. I notice the small microwave is encased in a large enclosure, I think this is to limit the radiation. My mother says something about a project (guava juice?) I'm working on it late.

My parents have just bought a house up on a high hill overlooking the ocean. There is a whole community of similar houses up on that hill; ours is the last one at the end of the street, on the ocean-facing side of the hill. Beyond our house, the hill becomes more of a cliff, and the ocean is below it. My family has just recently moved to the community.

My parents, my sister, and I are coming back from being out and about, and we see all our neighbors standing or sitting around in the open area at the highest point on the hill, which we have to pass through to get to our house. When we talk to them, we learn that they are out there watching the neighborhood slowly fall apart. I see an open patch of mud on the ground in a corner where two pieces of concrete come together, with air bubbles coming up through it. I see a corner of someone's concrete patio sticking up at an odd angle, no longer flush with the ground. All over the hilltop, the is starting to liquefy like this.

We get to our house (which is a long, straight, single-story house built perpendicular to the cliff), go inside, and see that the floor is now tilting at a 20-degree angle or more. It's clear that it's ultimately going to slide off the top of the cliff and fall into the ocean, but we can't feel it moving right now. Our mom tells us to collect any of our things that we want to save before that happens.

My sister and I go to the far end of the living room, which is the narrow edge of the house and the wall furthest from the edge of the cliff. There is a fireplace there, with lots of dark wooden shelves built into the walls on either side of it. We start taking the things we want to save off the shelves. Two of the first things I grab are shiny, silver-colored, stainless-steel thimbles. My sister also grabs a similar thimble of her own. I look closely at both of the thimbles I have and see that they each have a small number 10 etched into them. Good - they're both mine, and my sister hasn't accidentally touched one of mine.

The shelves are mostly filled with CDs and DVDs in cases, but there are lots of other things there, too. We grab a few other small items, but the number of things we decide to save is tiny compared to the total number of things on the shelves. It doesn't take long until we look at what's left on the shelves and think, "There really isn't anything else here that's particularly important to me."

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Side notes:
When I realized what I'd seen and done in this dream, I laughed out loud. Those thimbles are what I've been using as a dream totem for more than four years now. They're supposed to be a reality-check tool. I saw it and handled it, and it never once occurred to me that I might be dreaming, nor that I should use it to see if I might be dreaming. How silly of me!

For several months now I've not done any lucid-related activities, at all. I feel as if I actually forgot how fun lucid dreaming is and how it greatly improved my life always being excited for what might happen next night. Mid-term exams are done, they were a little more than a month ago but I think it's still something to mention because they were so good I'm quite relaxed for the rest of the year, my last year. Not sure if university-life will allow me to continue my lucid efforts but we'll see later.

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Maybe once a month I could still boot another LD up using DEILD/WILD but the thing that really motivated me was not the low frequency of my LDs but the shockingly low vividness of the few I had. (It is annoying looking around in a dream when your right eye doesn't work...) So yeah, my goals are to write some more crazy stories down that happen deep inside my complex mind, built my DR back up to standards and have a lot of fun.

[These empty space really help don't they?]

Another goal is not to learn LDing anymore cause I did that in my previous "chapter" but instead to actually start utilising my abilities for various things like:

-completing TOTMs
-Improving learning capabilities even more
-Have fun

I hope you didn't miss me too much (Not sure why anyone would care) and a happy new year.

I will start a dream journal here. Hopefully most of the posts will be more interesting than this one.

First dream

With my friends we were in a post nuclear war city. We were going through some alleys, and we were ambushed by a large group of bandits. We have spread out, but most of them ran after me. I was fighting, and brought them to their knees with a few puches. Then, I ran through some abandoned flats, and met my friend in the power plant. We tried to turn the generators on, and we made it.

Second dream

I was writing a story about that first dream, and it had even good reviews, although some flaws were spotted.

*Dreams about dreams...*

Recall Goal: 45 dreams (this is an 11% improvement over previous month).
LD Goal: 5 between 1/2 and 2/2.
Activity goal: complete task of the month for January.

>You could call this genocide. I saw a facility that made sex-enhancement pills from people, like Soylent Green Sex Pills. Ugh. (need a barf bag? I don't, but I'm thinking of a cartoon character nearly needing one.) Some woman with short, grey hair showed the horn-hands symbol on her right hand to "me", a security guard who took the place of another one who "I" knocked the head off of because he wasn't doing an effective job.

(help!)

>In a black and white movie type setting, some people (I think) got out of a truck. It was either a moving truck or a milk truck, and then I heard my Dad call my name and he said "NOW!" so I walked out the door and woke up. (Just, a door showed up all of a sudden. Nice.)

>There was an extensive part about going through caves of some sort, I think. I did watch part two of the extended version of "The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey" the day before, though.

There's also another part - An explicit part - that I don't desire to get into detail about. However, I did wake up without a problem so I'm glad about that.

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