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I was at Ted's house wandering around. He lived in a trailer, I believe, or some kind of large mobile home, which isn't the case in the real world. Kate, Hannah and Jordan were there. I went back to talk with them. I went up to the den, where Ted was sleeping, and pulled out my dream journal, or what was supposed to have been my dream journal. I started sketching a mans face, from the shoulders up. It was better than anything I could have actually done. Went to the back of the house where everyone was... and moved to the next dream.

Where I was playing LoL as Karthus and getting the shit farmed out of me by a teemo. You didn't spawn at your Nexus, there were no lanes, it was like a free roaming thing. And when you died, you just respawned in the same place. So I'd spawn, and teemo would poison the shit out of me, and slow me (I assume he had a mallet), and I'd die, and this happened over and over.

Then I woke up to call my girlfriend as an alarm, so she could get to work on time. I was gonna lie down and try a WILD, but I was feeling sick, so just rolled the dice and went back to sleep instead.

In the dream I have after waking up and returning to bed, I'm checking what I think is my email account, though I realize it is Alex's. I log out, get ready to log into my own, when I get a text. It's some guy claiming that I've been talking to his girlfriend. I'm about to text him and tell him that I have no idea who he is when I hear this sound from upstairs. It's two people having sex. I look up the steps at the room, and this guy walks out. At this point, I'll add that the home we were in had the feel of a really large silver metal mobile home. Anyway, I'm looking up the steps at this guy, who is kind of old, kind of balding, grey scraggly hair, grey beard, and I'm in this just really weird scenario and all of a sudden I'm lucid. I realize what is happening, and I don't freak out. For once in my life, I don't get overexcited, and I keep looking up the stairs and repeat to myself "this is a dream, you can do this, stabilize." Immediately as he walks down and starts talking, his voice starts to shift, as if the dream is in danger of falling apart. I don't allow this to happen. I focus on what he is saying, willing my mind to fill in the sensory data. I focus on the feel of the floor beneath my feet, and how my body is feeling at the time. I focus on the smell of the room. I focus on as many things happening around me as I can, and I force my mind to fill in sensory data for all of it, sensory data that makes sense. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he's asking me what we should do in this situation, and he seems somewhat hostile. I strike him on the top of the head. I feel the texture of his scalp, I feel the impact of my hand hitting it. This is fantastic. I tell him to take me upstairs. The dream is stabilizing. He starts to do so... and then my alarm goes off. It was a brief lucid because of my alarm, but the dream was actually stabilizing instead of falling apart, and I was incredibly excited, but I was controlling that excitement. That's the first time I've been able to hold a dream together without fear of it collapsing, and it happened by being hyperaware of my surroundings and forcing my mind to create tons of sensory data. Victory.


After waking up, I walked around some, then went back to sleep and had a non-lucid. I was driving to work; apparently I work at a whole foods here in montana, and apparently I have a car. I'm listening to some awesome version of "One For You, One For Me" by Bright Eyes, but it's a live version where mostly people who aren't Conor Oberst are siging, and he does like every other verse, while they constantly sing backup or lead. At this point I realize Bree is in the car, and I've been singing like an idiot the whole time. I apologize, but she says that it's fine. Something happens with the car, and we have to leave it. An Amish guy picks us up. We are going down the road in the back of his wagon, watching cars pass, he stops and pulls over to let some farmer with tons of sheep or cow or goats, can't remember which, and some weird hyper-real llama, the farmer and his animals being guarded by some kind of canadian mounted police, pass. We move on, his wagon almost flips over, but it's fine. Bree gets a call on her cell and he seems to get angry, so Bree hangs up, and she says something to him about apologizing and us "taking it slow..." and then we're at the Amish dude's house. Which is this incredible mansion built into the side of a mountain that is mostly just a massive cave formation with rooms built into it. This shit is really baller. Chris Tucker is there, turns out this Amish dude and Chris Tucker are good friends. He offers me an alcoholic beverage, which is like an orange or purple slushy with tons of alcohol in it, I take purple of course, and offer the orange one to Bree. Now Kyle is with us. He asks me for one, and tell him he'll have to ask the Amish dude. Then we hang out in the mansion for just a few more minutes... then I wake up. And here I am.

Posted directly from the notepad document I typed it in when I woke up, without any edits.

Fragments of many dreams.

First, I'm watching the olympics with my family, I specifically remember my Mom. We're watching some kind fo speed cycling event, and it's really young kids doing it. One kid gets fuckd up by another running into him, and he flies like 100 feet into the air while doing flips, at a very high velocity, and slams into the concrete area where the fans are watching. Blood everywhere, lots of screams. I don't think he dies, but he gets fucked up.

Another dream, we're at Sumter Academy. I'm in the cafeteria with Leo, ordering food. I remember telling Katelyn's mom that I'll be there for the next couple days. We sit and eat. Later, I'm wandering around the big building, then I'm in the gym for something. Checking lockers later for something. As I leave, Kate is there, and she's doing work study, and it's implied that she's doing it now to make up for the fact that she didn't do it later. As we leave, Mike drives, but the roads are flooded outside the school. It's like we're in a boat instead of a car. He almost crashes us quite a few times, but we get through.

Next dream, I'm at a house of my own somewhere, maybe Birmingham. My house seems kind of like a bar, with long tables with lots of stools at it. I have a front porch as well that's covered in tons of beverages and anything else that comes in a bottle, maybe hotsauce. They aren't there as clutter, they are instead meant to be something you walk on, part of the floor of the porch. There are people staying with me. One is a set of two girls from the past, some Victorian age I believe. The other is a male roommate of mine, I believe Joel, and some female roommate of mine, a girl that doesn't exist in the waking world, to the best of my knowledge. That is odd for me, I don't usually make up people that play such large roles in my dreams. I have a crush on her, but won't tell her. She approaches me about it later, and I deny it.

Next dream, some kind of weird apocalyptic scenario. These creatures are invading my home, or what's left of it. There is basically no roof, the walls are torn to shit, there's no front door, and there's not really anything inside of the house. I'm standing in the corner, defending myself with a weapon that is a clear, large plastic bag filled with blasting powder and something else. As they file in, I can kind of shake and squeeze the bag in the right way to make a shockwave blast come out of it. The creatures look like Falmer. They come through the door and climb over walls as they invade. I hold them off. As I kill the last one, I accidentally drop a lot of gunpowder out of the bag, and I quickly pick up as much as I can. I move out of the house. I check some board somewhere, and learn that there are a lot of survivors that I know personally that are headed my way, as if they know that I'll be able to handle the situation and they are all coming to me. This makes me feel good, and I believe that one was just about to arrive, and I was preparing for that. It doesn't tell me WHO is headed my way, it's just implied that at least one person in the group is a person that knows me personally.

Final, things are attacking from the sky. Some kind of creature, I don't think it was a Dalek but they remind me of them in a big way. They were much brighter, though, and had wings. All light and wings, but mechanical parts. They came from the sky in swarms, and though I tried to fight them, I think ultimately all I could do was run. I was in a comparable area to where I was in the penultimate dream, but I think it's a different dream. I take one down, actually, and though they were invading, people kind of freak out. As if I weren't supposed to kill one, as if it's a bad omen -- come to think it, very much like the Albatross -- almost implied that they are some type of angel. I think they may be very similar to the mechanical creature that was featured in the video from the end of my dream a few nights ago, the one titled The Grey People. They may have been much more refined versions of the same mechanical creature.

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I'll add that I woke up, pretty despondent, that I didn't remember any dreams. I was afraid I had a one sentence fragment of two dreams. As I walked around, though, to prepare to write them down, and once I started writing, everything flooded back into my mind. I brought up my problems with recall last night in DV chat, and was directed to try out mantras. It worked wonderfully. Thanks guys.


Additions to already recorded accounts: at one point, during the Mike dream, we passed a lot of houses that were almost flooded, but that were built at a such a height that it would take a decent amount of flooding to actually reach the home. Build on stilts, like at the beach. We were in the area of my hometown of York, and no home is built like that, we're nowhere near the coast, and it doesn't flood like that in my area.

I was outside, and water had flooded everything around the apartment in Whitefish. Kyle and his dog were there. I watched them move around on the water. Oh, there's so much more, but I can't quite access it.

The only thing I really remember is going to a bank at the end, to request funding, and he was worried that it wouldn't pan out because not everything seemed legit, I think. Man, this was the end of a long, cool dream. I remember being so excited about it. Oh well, that's all that's left.

I was doing math, and looking for someone. Trying to catch someone. I feel like I was reading through A Tour of the Calculus, looking at his proof regarding instantaneous velocity. There was much more to the scenario, but I can't hold it in my mind. My sister was there. At the end, we all went to a UWA football game. Grammy, Paw-Paw and a lady that was supposed to be Mrs. Rose but that we called Aunt Betty Jo were already there. We went up to the concession stand, I was gonna get wings and a sprite. Then my alarm woke me up.

Woke up for about 20 minutes. Was gonna attempt a WILD, but felt pretty sick, just fell asleep. In this dream, some girl and I were traveling with some lady, was was going to teach us some kind of supernatural skill, I believe. We were in a large hotel, a few floors up, in a city. She leaves, comes back, and I see she has a gun. She pulls it on the girl, telling her to write. I quickly move to the lady, wrest control of the gun from her, point it at her head, and pull the trigger. No round comes out, it just clicks. So we run. We get downstairs, and Rachel over to a little corner store thing, buys a copy of Cosmopolitan, and gets really excited. The girl has become Rachel by this point. Turns out, she had written an article for it. Something about under-appreciated artists, or something of the sort. I remember a picture from the article. A girl was performing some song, I assume, standing on top of a bull, and Rachel was down at the base cheering and looking very excited. At this point, Rachel runs off, and someone else we know, Becca maybe, who we have just run into since coming downstairs, asks me why I always have to steal her thunder, in regards to asking Rachel about her story and taking all the credit as the excited friend, I guess.

And I was about to attempt a WILD, as I'm feeling a lot better, but the apartment just woke up.

John Rhodes and I went to the optometrist, for some reason. My right I was bugging me. We had gone there for him to have a checkup, but I went in to ask the doctor about my eye. She used a light to look around in it, a little handheld one, and finally saw what it was, a pulled a piece of glass out of the bottom of my eye, that was trapped between my eye and eyelid. In the dream, this reminded me of another experience I had in a dream, where something had to be pulled out of the corner of my eye. I saw it, and I asked her if it had caused any permanent damage to my retina, and she said "oh yea, definitely." I left, walked outside, and almost left before remembering I came with John. He soon came outside, grabbed a vinyl from a car which I think was his, and I think it was Icky Thump, which we were apparently going to listen to in the car somehow. I remember this confusing me, as there was no record player anywhere in the car. That's the last bit I remember.

So basically, I've learned that being woken up by a doorbell going off directly above your head is the worst way in the world to wake up, ever. Destroyed my DR.

Another thing from last night. I remember being in a combat situation, maybe that was part of my chasing someone or something phase. There was a commander of sorts there, like a grizzled been-in-'Nam-too-long commando who was helping me. Once again, I think it was during the chasing someone phase.

Attempted to WILD last night at the beginning of my sleep. I felt like I was moving into the state. Body started pulsing and shaking, whole body felt cold and extremities were basically non-existent, tunnel hearing, I was making progress. Then my body just forced me do some kind of weird swallow thing, and it started to fade. I plateaued in a physical and mental state that was nothing like my normal waking state, but where I was no long making progress towards a conscious sleeping state. I attempted this at 6:30 in the morning. Gave up at about 7:15, I believe. I had been on the dream view IRC for a while talking before that to Vortaix, RealDealMagic, Xyvoch and Paige.

So the dream began with me meeting the guy who live in Jacob Seller's house in Birmingham. I think Jake Spry was with me. He wanted us to go to Tuscaloosa with him to hang out with some friends. I was gonna get back in touch. We went outside, and the power was out. We started to drive away, and I think Jake was no longer with me. It was Claire and some other girl.

Sometime later in the same dream, I believe, everything shifted. There were these children swimming in a tank. They were grey, and very weak. They could hardly swim. They could hardly even climb out. It was getting progressively worse over time, but there was something important about them swimming, I can't remember what. There were two different groups in different locations, and they were in competition. The strange thing was, if they touched each other, they were completely fine. Got all the color back in their skin, and their strength, they laughed and were happy. But if they stopped coming into contact with one another, they instantly reverted to the sad, grey creature that had no strength. Also, near the end, everyone was afraid that they grey creatures would start drowning, as they couldn't even keep themselves afloat, basically. Some lady was running the project.

Just remembered an earlier part of the same dream. We were watching a video as part of some tour, I believe. It was about man's technological advancement by using some energy source, maybe? Or something. We communicated with screens on the side of a mountain while watching it, and you could position the screen on ridges or the like. There were rockets there, and some other things, and I think I was setting them all up. They also could be placed on any part of the side of the mountain, and secured themselves by long metal poles that came down and grabbed onto lower ledges and secured themselves there, just like the screens did. I think this energy source or whatever that I mentioned is what possibly corrupted the children. Also, there was a really incredible machine that recurred throughout this part of the dream as part of the presentation. It was like a flying sphere with some kind of strange padding on the end of its feet. This third paragraph happened after the first and before the second, I think.


And I had just the smallest fragment of a feeling of a part that happened before all of these, but I can't really hold onto it. I just think that I remembered I was chasing someone, and I had that feeling.

This was not the beginning, but it is the first part of the dream that I remember. I was in a massive house, and I was chasing someone. Chasing someone through multiple realities, maybe. I wasn't a cop, I just needed to catch them. Anyway, this search led me to the house. It was a house in the middle of what I believe was an are not very populated by people, on top of a grassy hill, with one other house in sight, just to the north. I remember the other house because I remember watching shadows from strange clouds fall over it, then watching them move to us. Then, very strong wind and possibly some rain started to fly through the open windows, so we had to close all of them. The weather was very, very intense. Bright lights, strong wind. I believe I had searched many places before I got here, but this was the last place I went. The house was two stories. It was quite lovely, with the only thing that stood out from the theme of it being an older home being the windows, which were very similar to the ones in my current apartment. I don't remember what happened here, but I think there wasn't any resolution. I'd like to add once again that I have the feeling that this was the final scene of a very long story arc in my dream, filled with many scenes, as I had a very strong feeling of anticipation at being so close to achieving my goal. The only thing I can even begin to claim remembering from earlier in the dream is the color blue and monitors.

Eventually the dream shifted, somehow, and I was watching a bunch British celebrities get led down an aisle while people cheered for them. The most recent Doctor was there, along with Wayne Brady, who is apparently a British star in my dream world. He didn't get a whole lot of applause, though. Wayne Brady, that is. I blame the Olympic opening ceremonies.

Then the dream shifted again, and I don't remember how, and I was playing Starcraft II, using some kind of SCV that can shoot fire like a firebat? I blame watching the GSTL finals before I went to sleep. I woke up during this segment of the dream.

but a post, bringing my dream journal to life.