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Cora, Keely and I are working behind the scenes at a university of some sort. In the main area I see Tom Waitts. I joke around with him and he leaves. I think I made him uncomfortable. The girls and I ride a strange elevator up to a hay colored loft area. We talk. I tell them that my uncle rocky invited me to this concert and I haven't even been inside yet. We go back down and I get a bit of vertigo. I sat on my butt for the decent. The university area is a really big and confusing. Cora and I leave and go around the corner. There is a very steep hill. I go for it at a run. I make it almost all the way up when I see car lights and turn a quick right into some major astral wind. The people I passed don't seem to be affected by it. I worry that they're looking at me funny. I do some swimming motions and make it finally. Im any raised, patio of some sort, that borders the main arena/university. There are many iron gates and green shrubs. I find Cora and we are in the hallway. I get the sense that this hallway is for staff only. We are sitting along rounded hallway. The kind that circle an arena. There is a girl next to her, along with various other apparent coworkers. The girl is dark skinned with gray blue and black dreadlocks. She bends Cora's head into her lap and begins to passionately kiss her. At first I am surprised but after a while I am just bored and somewhat anxious. Cora tells me something about her mystery girl, it is something along the lines of " I don't think I can live without her, I'm so grateful to have her in my life." Suddenly unconcerned about someone I need to keep in contact with via cell phone. I reach for my phone and by the time I'm looking at the screen to dial/TEXT it is pouring down soft warm rain. I'm mildly concerned for my phones well being but I soon forget. I am wandering now but have a definite goal in mind. A beautiful woman is around. She looks like Halle Berry and I know that she's kind and powerful. I find my way back to that patio/courtyard. Someone is leading me to a table surrounded by very special people these people are the ones whom this whole production/concert is for. I know that I'm not supposed to be worthy of their presence but whoever is leading the insist that I belong. " How could we possibly begin without you?" They say to me as I take my spot around the table.
Note: at some Point I find myself and alone lit room and the university I'm talking to an older professor. All of the doorknobs are defective.

I didn't remember what my dream is when I woke up, only just that it involved a person. Earlier today I had flashbacks of the dream. I now remember one scene of the dream.Scene:
I feel terribly alone. I'm in woods, I think it's central park. I see a person, but just like my last dream, the "lag" had returned. I moved closer to the person. The lag was changing the person's gender from female to male on and off. Before I woke up it stopped at female and I still can barely see the person's face. I feel terrified. I feel as though something terrifying will happen. Suddenly,(Just like a movie trailer when it zooms up on a demon-like girl) I zoomed toward the girl. Just as I start wake up I only get to see the pale, white girls' mouth and the bottom of her nose(I could not see her eyes) she was smirking guilty-like. The girl had the same jacket on as the girl I liked in the fifth grade when we really started talking.<END OF DREAM>

I've had vivid dreams the past few weeks. Almost 100% forgotten. A few lucid fragments I clearly recall:

Fragment #1: I'm walking to the corner of Cherry St along the sidewalk looking at houses. I get to the corner house and it's huge. It has boarded up painted gray windows. I start looking around comparing houses and realize: "This is a dream!" I leap off into the air flying about 15ft up. For some odd reason, I head towards my house (I think to get my map?), I see the rooftops of houses start to fill my view. The dream piece by piece fades into patches of gray fog, and ends.

Cherry is also the street I had my first trained lucid dream on. I've had several lucid dreams in recent years that started on this corner. This represents a small but significant breakthrough for my Map of Dreamland objectives.

Fragment #2: I'm in a strange house. It is sunny out, probably around 2pm. My EX-GF is there. She is dressed very gaudy. Pink scarf. Thick makeup. Half slut, half goofball. Not her style in waking life, but she looked very real, and so did the living room area we were in. This detail is hazy now, but the topic of her current BF comes up. That he may not be thrilled I'm in their home. I decided to leave by going upstairs (to avoid her BF?). I essentially fly up the stairs. When I reach the top, I see something that makes my blood run cold...

Inside her 2nd floor kitchen was a hazy looking ghost of a woman. Rotating around the figure was a candle and something else. There was a female sounding whirring noise. I barely looked at this thing for 2 seconds when I went flying away. Down a hall, into a garage, out a side door into the street. I got a good distance a way before I looked behind me. I was alone in a peaceful looking suburb. It seemed familiar and connected to my city, but does not exist in waking life.

I had a dream this morning that I was looking at sheet music. I turned the page, and the next page was what it should have been. I went back to the first page of the music, and it had turned into the page of a manga. "I must be dreaming," I said as I was suddenly snapped back to my bed. Unfortunately, I could feel my dream eyes closing, which meant I was waking up. I opened my eyes and realized I had woken up in sleep paralysis. I could move my fingers a little bit, but even that was really difficult. I knew it was important to stay calm, so I focused on keeping my breathing steady to keep myself calm. I figured I'd "wake up" from SP if I just stayed calm and kept my eyes open.

Then, I got the idea to use this as an opportunity for DEILD. I closed my eyes, hoping to transition back into a dream. Before long, my ears started ringing, which I'd heard was common during SP. It'd stop whenever I opened my eyes, though.

Eventually, I just woke up - for real - instead. I was pretty sure the SP had just been a dream because it had had that "hazy" feel to it, and I was also fairly certain I hadn't been holding my Link plushie, which I would've been holding if I was awake (though I can't say for certain that I wasn't, since I didn't look down at my hand and could barely move).

I soon fell asleep and had another dream. In this dream, an old lady who looked to be about 90 or 100 walked into a doctor's office, sat down on the chair, and said, "Goodbye, humans. I'm the president's own woman."

I was on facebook. This seems to be a regular occurance in my dreams, it's quite strange, it's not like through my eyes watching facebook, it's as if Facebook IS reality, so that's all I can see, but it still applies to my real life. I was discussing pizza with someone, I decided that I would much rather have a 10 inch pepperoni pizza as opposed to a 12 inch beef pizza, as pepperoni is a much better topping and quantity < quality I think the pepperoni had green pepper on too (:

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I'm going to experiment with a new technique tonight, as my dream recall and lucid dreaming has been almost non-existant recently. A fellow DreamViews user MasterMind recommended I try it. The basis is that you keep a journal of the things you do in REAL LIFE as well as in your dreams. Loads of people replied saying it worked, so I may as well give it a go.

Fell asleep at 10:30pm ish last night. Woke up at 6:00am. I decided to awake early this morning despite not needing to wake up until 7am, so that I would have time to play an hour or so of L.A. Noire on the xBox as I haven't had time in the evenings. I had a glass of orange squash, had a shower, went for a cigarette, had a coffee and my cereal, and started playing the game. I realized at about 7:30am that I needed to get ready for college. I put some music on a memory stick for my friend, got ready and left the house. On the way to my bus stop I had my last cigarette out of the tobacco pouch. I was also planning to quit smoking after this. When I got to the bus stop there was a man there waiting who was middle aged. My friend Rob.M crossed the road and waited with me. When the bus came, it was very cramped. We listened to two fat girls talk about their life drama on the bus. At the bus station Rob got off for a fag but I just waited with him. When we got to college my first lesson was Philosophy. We studied liberty and laws prohibiting homesexuality and prostitution, and whether they should be legal. After class, me and some friends when to the smokers pen. I was offered a menthal cigarette by a new friend but I turned it down. After a discussion about cigarettes, weed and LSD, I left for Music Technology. I did some work in this lesson which was recreating "The Look of Love" but after doing a bit of work I spent a lot of the lesson chatting to my mate James. I walked to town with Sam after this lesson. He offered my saves on a fag, I declined. After the cash machine and my headphones broke I was quite pissed off. I returned home with an uneventful bus journey. At home, my Mum and I had a very long, heated argument about my parents addiction to the TV and me always being miserable. I concluded that the argument was an over-reaction caused by me quitting smoking. After this, I played with my Dog for a bit, watched the news, had a nice fish and chips, used the computer for a bit, listened to a new album when my Mum and Dad went to work at 6pm, and wrote this

xo

No recall.

[Friday, October 5th, 2012]
(I wake up the first time with poor recall. Blame it on the marijuana. This is a huge road block for me. But my best friend is obsessed with it, and
Alex isn't much better. But my WILLPOWER is better than this. I don't need to smoke to have fun. But I need to quit or seriously cut back to
enjoy lucid dreaming, and better recall.)

(I remember something...)

I'm walking into the pet shop... or the pet-shop owner's house... I'm going to see him to say hello. I walk inside the door and Pastor Greg is just
leaving- he smiles at me and asks what I'm up to and how I've been. I reply, "I'm good. I'm going to see Will, the Pet Shop Owner. I continue inside
but don't remember finding him.

Well after re-reading several of my old dreams I guess I should put in a little disclaimer, in other words, cover my ass a bit. Since I'm an adult, my dreams do tend to central around some adult subject matter, this includes but isn't limited to sexual themes, nudity and sometimes gender confusion. Also my dreams tend to contain strange enviorments, sometimes a lot of nonsense matterial, and a lot of disney and college related info. I may refer to a roomate or class mate here and there but I tend to keep names out of it. Lastly, my dreams are LONG!! It takes me an hour or better in the morning to write them down, so when reading, don't be surprised at seeing a novel length or two up here.

Thanks for reading this boring disclaimer.

October 8th 2012

3:00 AM to 9:00 PM; 9:10ish AM to 10:00 ish = ~6 hours and 50
minutes

I found my old DJ format... Took me forever to work how to salvage it. Let's get the dreams rolling!

Flight[LQ]
The moment I really opened my eyes and took a look around... a man in an old samurai kimono stood before me. The sky was a blazing azure... and the ground before me nothing more than sparse clouds groomed into notable pathways.

From the moment he spoke, the timbre of his voice sent me lucid.

"Do you know how to fly?" He smiled at me.

It was getting chilly, windy... Before I could answer I gave it thought. In theory I knew how to do everything. Noticing this he sighed, "then let's give you wings."

With that the segment I stood upon vanished and I plummeted. I was ecstatic. I remembered briefly someone who used to say that dream entities could teach us things.

I took control of the wind before, falling too far down into the endless blue, only to wake up as I hit the level of flight he wanted me to.

Alarm went off...

Adventure Time
The world had taken a very strange turn. Essentially the world had taken a Steampunk-Adventure Time-Revolution feel to it. I was apart of the rebel group alongside my best friends, Jake, Fin, and a few other people.

The government patriarch was against me. The others fled ahead to a safe house that had a very Eastern-Western fusion to it.

Night had fallen and I had finally gotten a pack of men off my tail. I had a sword on me as I slid into the trap door of the house.

Nothing had been very interesting, but for some reason my Wfiey had been edging me to talk to Jake... because he was supposedly very handsome and interested in me. Rule one about me--don't try to force me into things. I retaliate.

Rather than approach him and at least be a good comrade--since we were on the same side afterall--I blatantly ignore him as I catch up with Fin and everyone else on what we should do next since I had unfortunately not left unnoticed. The government wanted me caught and brought to their leader.

There then cuts to a random part where I'm tackling my old roommate to the ground and we're friends again. Rolling around, laughing and playing. All was well until we were sitting there calming down from laughing and I knew that this wasn't real... that there would never be a day where she would stop hating my guts and we'd be civil, maybe even friendly again...could we? I get up and walk away... a bit confounded by things.

Eventually I was forced to interact with Jake, he knew a thing or two about guns and propulsion designs. We actually got along really well, and up until the soldiers came in and made the night a blood bath, all was at ease.

Heavily influenced by my day... Lots of details unfortunately forgotten though. Didn't have my notebook on me. And my writing is stiff... ick

I was in this computer game. I'm not sure how I knew, but I just knew that I was in a game. All the areas were based on personality types. The main area was for ENTJs. Since I have an INTJ personality, I looked for the INTJ area and quickly found it.

The next thing I remember, I was playing Sims 3. It was the day of the prom at the high school, and my Sims were attending. There was a full moon that night, though, and I was afraid the school might get overrun by zombies (with the Supernatural expansion pack, zombies can appear when there's a full moon, but I'm pretty sure they can't get into buildings).

I soon ended up back in what I think was the first game. This time, though, I was in this dark, basement-like area. At one point, Kayleigh, my tulpa (essentially a sentient imaginary friend imposed on reality - yes, this is relevant to the dream) appeared and wanted to lead, so I let her.

We ended up in this room with a huge pool. There were a lot of people there; there was some sort of pool party or something going on. I don't remember much of the next part, but I do remember what happened a bit later on. Still in the pool (which was shallow enough to stand in, at least where I was standing), a little girl said to me, "I want you to bring her again," referring to Kayleigh. Then she added, "Maybe we'll all make them, and they can have their own pool party." I'm not sure exactly who she meant by "them", but she was referring to either tulpae or simply imaginary friends. I have a feeling it was the latter.

After that, I woke up, but I went back to sleep soon after.

In the second dream, I was running a race. I was near the finish when the dream began. Just after I crossed the finish line, I was suddenly in a mansion. I was upstairs and trying to find a way downstairs. For some reason, a little kid was following me (not the girl from last time, though - this was a boy). I found the stairs and headed downstairs, but, when we got to the bottom of the stairs, we couldn't go anywhere because there were trucks in the way. They weren't just pick-up trucks; they were big semi-trailer trucks. Why there were several trucks in the middle of a mansion, I have no idea.

Anyway, I was about to head back upstairs and look for another way down when one of the truck drivers offered to move his truck. Somehow, the boy and I ended up in the truck. The driver parked the truck in a parking lot somewhere. Getting out was a challenge, though. The cab was very high up, and there were supposed to be steps that would extend down.

Now, this is where it gets ten times as bizarre. To get the "steps", I had to unfold them, and they were made of this thin, filmy, papery substance. I had to somehow unfold that and actually walk down them. I'd nearly got the steps completely unfolded when the truck driver said there was no light at the bottom of the steps, so he struck a match and attempted to drop it on the bottom of the unfortunately flammable-looking steps. I pulled the steps back up to get them out of the way, but he kept trying to throw lit matches at the steps.

The fourth match he threw actually hit the steps, setting them on fire. I threw them out of the truck, accidentally hitting the truck driver and setting his shirt on fire. Not knowing what to do, I panicked and woke up almost instantly.

This little post is just to start up my new online Dream Journal, my first several posts will likely be from my notebook Dream Journal to catalog and analyze the past several months worth of dreaming.
I've been keeping a serious dream journal for about 5 to 6 months now and of the many dreams I've had, I've only had about 5 or 6 lucid ones, however I am sometimes able to recall as many as 4 or 5 dreams a night in full sensory detail! So dream recall is not as much a problem.

Anyways, this concludes my first DJ post, dream well.

[Wednesday, October 3rd, 2012]
(Recall is poor, but I DID dream quite a bit.)

I'm at a gigantic park and home complex- I get in an arguement with
Brent and my Mom just happens to agree with him. My Mum chimes in and follows me about telling me I'm wrong. I
keep saying, "PLEASE Mom, just LISTEN to me." Her face starts become troll-like as she begins to argue like a child.
I become extremely upset. [I don't remember much else.]

two episodes of SP....

I think the first could have been the transition....because I didn't feel anything, and I just sat there and broke out of it.


Second time....it was a different story.


I couldn't move...all I could do is open my eyes. And when I did, I saw i was looking at the wall, and black objects were coming through it and heading towards me. They looked like spirits.....or something, and I was just trying to tell myself no one of this was real, but I didn't want to give in because it felt like I couldn't breath at all. Once I broke out of it, I couldn't get back to sleep...my heart was racing heavily.

[Monday, October 1st, 2012]
(The night before this, I had smoked a good deal of weed and was still recovering. I had remained conscious
throughout most of my high and it was amazing how different it had felt. Anyways... I wake up and remember very
little.)

I remember being in a version of my Mom's old house... I was thinking of "Incubus" and was holding a bucket of dust
or dirt or something. I was cleaning it out with running water over a "well" or "sink" or "pool". I'd run water into it and
clean off the sides and then dump it. Casey was there and talking to me about Incubus. I don't remember what was
said, but it related to what I was doing.

<Casey calls me and wakes me up- but I don't answer. I'm not ready to get out of bed yet. I close my eyes and drift off
again- but this time I don't remember anything. More people start calling and texting and I just get up completely when
I decide to answer Nathan's call. >

<<Continues to Waking Journal>>

[Sunday, September 30th, 2012]
I'm with my Dad and my little brother Casey- and possibly Nathan too. We're standing outside, at the bottom of our
old house's driveway... there's furnature everywhere as if we're inside. He explains that the band Primus is the best
thing ever- so I start hearing Primus songs in my head and they apparently start playing to everyone else too. I start
drumming with metal clothes hangers on anything I can find. I drum pretty close to the beat of the songs like My
Name Is Mud, Jerry Was A Racecar Driver, and Kalamazoo but I get extremely tired fast. I switch to plastic hangers
and continue and its a lot easier. I drum the intro to Kalamazoo and then start singing the part that comes in and it
sounds pretty good. I can stay on beat very easily. (I would never be able to do this in real life.)

At another time, I'm also at Nathan's house. It's late and I shouldn't be there or something- but I just use the excuse
that I need to grab something. I don't remember what it was that I "had to grab" but it got me inside for a second. It
probably had to do with WoW.

Before all of this- I was driving east on Wickenburg Way and looking for a certain white/blue building on the left. (It
was very unvivid and unspecific of a dream.)

(Recall escapes me. I'm gonna go read up on recall techniques soon.)