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Mix of fragments.

There was some kind of competition where I was flying around. There was something about how the judge didn't really like my performance because I didn't have much regard for the audience. I stopped to look at my phone during it. This had one of those underground rock concert types of feels to it that recurs in my dreams, but I never remember clearly. I filled out a form after my competition that said I thought my performance was the best.

The judge was a woman. She was talking about how when she looks at a menu on her phone, it lights up too bright. Then, it becomes unhealthy to have to scroll through the menu for too long, as it is hard on her eyes.

In the room with the competition, I was with another guy, who had been on my team for the performance, or something. This advertisement for a product that burned stomach fat was showing to our left on some kind of hologram screen. It showed a person's stomach with red energy moving through it and eliminating stomach fat. I was very skeptical of this "localized fat burning" concept. However, before I told him my opinion of it, I asked him what he thought of it. He might have been hopeful about it, and I didn't want to crush his hopes. I told him I had already formed my own opinion but I want to know his, so I don't take away his hope. That was nice of me!

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I think I fell back asleep thinking of some dreams at some point. I had rolled onto my front with my right arm in a really bad position, and had to move immediately when I wake up. I always worry that this dislodged some of the dream. My mind also kept thinking about intactivism when I was trying to remember my dreams. Intactivism is an important subject to me but I can think of that any time. Where as after a dream, I need total focus on remembering the dream.

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There was another part with a rapper. The rapper's father was talking about how he had to go to something like 3 to 4 to 8 surgeries in the last 8 months. So the idea was that everyone struggles, even those who seem to have it all.

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There was something about a girl and trying to get high. I think there was some type of excitement with a group of people.

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It also took me a moment to even think of any dreams I had. But recalling first round of dreams has gotten different lately in that the dream memories will come to my mind more slowly over the 15 minutes or so after I go to the bathroom and lay back down. instead of more all at once like the other dreams. I still only recall first round of dreams vaguely for the most part, but it seems I always recover at least some memories more consistently now.

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I had another dream in this part where J G L came to mind. He was an actor in the dream. I couldn't remember any more.

Smoking Indoors?! / Sharing my Note Pad

I woke up from these dreams and it took what seemed like a while to think of anything. Then, the last thing I heard came to mind, which was Robert Monroe's voice saying, "Many people have seen me in their dreams, and asked me, who are you?" Something like that.

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My earliest memory of this dream was of a lucid dreaming You Tuber making a video title. It had a blue rabbit, then a green ghost thing with smoke. It was about how he didn't dream last night.

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Later on I was in a field playing some sport with my Uncle who I always fight with, and his friends. The sport involved kicking a golden ball thing around a field. My Uncle got up close to me and there was some conflict. My Uncle's friend said something like, "Strawberries aren't allowed." There were images of big strawberries up on a near by shelf. The location was kind of like my Nana's front yard. I tried to visualize more about this to pull up more detail but couldn't. When that didn't work, I tried to re feel the emotion I was feeling during that scene, which was that I was trying to run away. But I felt like they would run me down and catch me. Fear, anger, being chased. It didn't bring up any more details though. I also felt very outmatched in the sport, and right when I got the ball, my Uncle came right up next to me and took it again. Also my Uncle and the older men were smoking which I was at odds with.

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There was this other part where my friend Josh was saying he had just had relations with a woman. He was going to tell myself and another one of our friends who was there all about it. I was getting my phone to record him for a You Tube video, because it was a big deal. There was something on my phone I can't remember clearly. Like an app with a white kind of back ground that came up.

Then it became this marriage counseling place. I had a laugh here. I was filling out this questionnaire and the question I was on asked how many times I had been married. I opened the drop down menu and selected something crazy like 27 or 30. I thought this was funny because it would be crazy to be married, divorced and remarried 27 to 30 times in one life span.

As I filled that form out, having a laugh, a kid came in and asked one of the woman at a desk for her help. She said she was busy with clients and could not help him. I felt bad to see the kid neglected due to the adults workaholism. Maybe it is a quick hint not to neglect my own inner child due to workaholism.

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Later I was in front of the local grocery store. I was thinking about this insomnia treatment I got (dream context) that helped me sleep. So now I didn't need to try to have good sleep hygeine because I could always go in to get this "fix". Then, as I walked by the front windows of the store, I was thinking about how it would be cool if I could work multiple jobs and never feel tired. Something about how this would help my relationship with a woman.

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In the context of this dream I was working at the local grocery store. My friend S R was also working there. I think I had some trouble working there and might have had to leave. But I came back. I was buying something from the register on the far right. Then I saw a guy who had checked out his groceries with me earlier but this time he didn't have apples. So I brought him apples or asked him why he skipped apples this time. I explained to him that I am not obsessive or anything, my mind just remembers things well.

Then while checking out at the fourth register, the woman ahead of me was buying her cigarettes. It was Mimi, and another woman. I was saying, "Don't buy cigarettes!" Mimi was lighting the cigarette right in the store, to take a quick puff indoors. I sort of stared for a moment before realizing what was happening. Of course, I did not actually smell smoke. In waking life, the smoke travels so fast, but in dreams, I can see a huge cloud of smoke but smell nothing. This could be a dream indicator in the future. But in this dream, the smoke was freaking me out!

I yelled at her and then ran to the back of the store. I saw a heavy set brown haired woman who kind of looked like my Aunt. Her name was Patti. She was saying how she smokes in doors too or something. I remember touching her back.

So then I was panicking as these people smoked indoors. Just then an african american guy came up to my side and started to tell me about a law that enabled people to smoke in doors if the building or room was big enough. They only couldn't smoke if the building or room was too small. He said how he had to be selective which buildings he went in, to avoid the ones that could contain smoke. Or else he would start to panic. We went into some kind of office or something. It was like he came to my rescue. It has helped in my dreams when other people in the dream agree that smoking is a nuisance.

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Then I was really mad and just sitting along the side of a hall way, leaning against the wall. Some how the grocery store had transitioned into a new type of building. Some times locations morph in dreams.

A man walked by who needed paper. He had a spiral bound note pad with paper he had written on one side of. I clearly saw the blue lines accross the page, and his writing in pencil. I had three different sized note pads. I had drawn on the front of every sheet of paper, but the backs were not drawn on. I pointed out that on top of a nearby vending machine, there were stacks of paper that might work for him. They seemed to be some kind of building plans. he said he looked there already. I guess those pieces of paper were all used, but some big construction paper sheets looked fresh to me. I was looking through to see which pages I could give him. I wasn't willing to part with most of them, but the ones in the back seemed like I could do without them. I tried to draw what I saw on them in waking life.

One page had this pencil drawing of Mew Two. It said the phrase "Mewtwo Continuum" at the top.

Two other pages had this circle with the letters "W" and "R" in it in black writing. It stood for "waking reality" and I guess depicted different zones of consciousness. The circle was going around an orbit. On one page it was red orange and on the other page, aqua. I had a sense that I had taken these notes earlier in the dream.

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Whatever else happened at the end, the last thing I remember hearing as I woke up was Robert Monroe saying something like, "Many people have seen me in their dreams and asked me who I am." I had the feeling something very cosmic happened at the end of my dreams this time but couldn't remember specifically.

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As I said, I almost thought I was going to draw a total blank on these dreams. It really scared me. They came back to my mind in a really delayed fashion. I am glad I didn't give up on them. I just kept thinking, "Come on, I had to have dreamed. What was it?" And aiming to reach the place in my mind that had the memories, staying perfectly still.

Living near a dock?

I definitely forgot some parts earlier on in this. I was doing something on a computer that was interesting. Something with the word "Trialed" As in "T R I L D" or a new L D technique. Then a heavier brown haired woman behind me was shaking her hair around, saying her hair didn't go down past her neck or chin. I turned around and said I thought she was doing a dance. Not that I was making fun of her.

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Then I had walked from a new home we had just moved to (in the dream context) and got to where the local creek is. I walked there and then realized there was no walk way back. I remember having passed under this bridge. I could hear some people in their boats, boating around very boatingly. I was thinking of how noisy the creek is and how it wouldn't be a peaceful place to live. I saw a bunch of sky blue out house things where the houses actually are if you look back up hill from the creek. The walk way vanishing and leaving me stranded on this dock thing was surprising enough for me to think I might be dreaming.

I tried a finger palm test. I am not sure what the result of it was, but I knew I was dreaming. My vision was fading in and out a lot, like the dream was trying to end. I tried to keep the dream going somehow. But I was pretty worked up. This tall white padded wall was behind me. To the left of that was this tall bridge that was black underneath. Cars were going fast on it and very noisily so. I didn't try looking out on the creek. I thought of just jumping in the water, but I was too scared. This big fish came up on the left side of the dock but the vision in the dream was very dim.

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I felt my body in my physical bed then but it was weird. because I was seeing this dream flash of a tan door and a golden yellow circular door knob. this seemed unusual to me because it would be too dark to see that right now. Also, I sleep with a blind fold, so I shouldn't be able to see anything. But I actually opened my physical eyes and could still see it, as if a hole was in my blind fold. (Later, I checked its position, and it had been fully covering my eyes. ) This was interesting just because of seeing something of a dream with my physical eyes open. This caused me to wake up fully though. As I woke up, I heard a voice say, "Curiosity killed the cat!" as if to say I shouldn't have opened my physical eyes, or I could have dreamed more.

*Later, I realized that my waking life door knob is a handle, not a door knob, but the same color as in the dream. This is good to notice these differences since often I dream of my physical room but when i wake up I realize there were slight or major differences I didn't notice from how it is in waking life.

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I think I botched the recall of these by moving to flick the voice recorder on too soon. I think if I had stayed still, I could have remembered further back. But I did it too soon because I was afraid I would forget it if I waited too long to record. So there is that fine line for me when moving too soon to record will dislodge parts of the dream before I can think them through. Where as waiting too long can lead to me falling back asleep and losing much more. Gotta find that sweet spot in those times and it is okay to not do it perfectly every time.

Trapped in a room, scared!

I forgot earlier parts of this dream. My memory starts with me in a library. I was looking at a book shelf. I was looking at this book on the shelf about dogs. It was a childrens book with a Lavender cover. There was another of the same book to its right, but wider, as if part had been cut off the one I had returned. There was a hand written note saying my name, and "Come talk to me please, from, Michael" who i guess was a librarian.

I went up to the librarians and tried to ask them about the book. Then the desk reminded me of the dock in the previous dream and I realized I might be dreaming again. That was kind of a unique lucidity trigger. I tried a finger palm test. Again, I don't clearly remember it going through, but I knew I was dreaming. I tried to talk to the librarians about something, or ask them to help me stabilize the dream. But then I flew over their desk. Then I flew really far to the right side of the library. I forgot the rest of that part of the L D but I lost stability and "Woke up" in another L D.

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As the next dream began, I was opening and closing my eyes. I saw that the kitchen at my parents old house was appearing before me, and I knew it was a dream. I kept trying to check my hands anyway, for stability mainly. I kept losing my vision, but then I would use a lot of mental will power to make the dream reappear again.

the palms of my hands had tiny hands growing in each of them. I had never seen that before. At one point I saw this flash of these ghosts shaped like dog heads kind of fly by, maybe making some noise, which was kind of scary. Then I was back to walking through the house, checking my hands, and trying to get to the front door for some reason. No real dream goals came to mind, I was just responding to what was around me.

Then I found myself in the living room of that house. I saw the red couch my parents had long ago, some windows, and some other stuff. A table in the middle. Stuff all around the walls of the room. And I noticed the doors had dissappeared so it was all closed off. I think some claustraphobia set in. I walked toward the remaining hall way but a wall magically appeared to seal the room off almost completely. There were still some windows but for some reason I didn't try going out them.

I thought I might still be able to go out the windows or phase out through a wall but I didn't try. Fear started to get the best of me. then this battle music from a video game, like Pokemon battle music I think, came on pretty loud. I thought that someone or something was coming to attack me. I oscillated between feeling like I could handle it and then feeling overwhelmed with fear. I contemplated choosing to wake myself up, but decided to stay in the dream as long as I could.

Then I felt myself pinned to a couch in that room. My fear got up to a new level as I couldn't move. I woke up at that point in my physical bed, with an image of a scary golbin sort of face in my mind, with long jagged teeth, and thought the dream through before moving, and that was a run on sentence. :-)

Although I was scared, this wasn't over the top nightmarish to me. It was kind of creepier than my usual dreams but I wouldn't count it as a lucid nightmare. I was feeling some fear but not night mare level.

Recon-SILLY-Ation with my sister!

I considered this dream a BONUS because I almost didn't fall back to sleep.

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I remember there were more dreams earlier but not what they were. One I remembered was seeing a little green grasshopper.

Then more stuff happened I forgot.

Then there was this part where I was trying to go into the Evolution fitness in the next town over. The lights were on bright. It was late, between 9 and 10 P M. The guy at the desk was saying that I can't work out unless I have a membership. Some how that didn't make sense, as if the gym is open to the public except for certain hours. My friend Steve walked out of the gym and said something to me as he was leaving. I remember the guy at the desk was the guy who worked in my local gym before it closed. I vaguely remembered something with a squat rack.

Then I think there were more parts I forgot.

Then the big lucid dream happened. I was at a desk in the room I lived in at my Nana's as a kid. I was doing something at a computer. There was some food up the desk and to my right I reached for at one point, wondering why I put it so far away.

I was hearing this song by a well known rapper. It was a "diss song" directed towards another well known rapper, or a few. The lyrics were very clunky and it sounded like a really un skillful free style. It seemed like he was dissing the people more just for something to say, instead of really meaning to say that message. As I listened to the words, I was doing something on the computer, or drawing. I forgot what though. Also I remember a kid there, maybe a tan kid or Hispanic. Not much about it though.

Then there was a distinct line of the song I was trying to remember. I actually dreamed that I woke up and clicked the button for my voice recorder and said it. It felt just like waking life. It is amazing how fast my dreams adapt to new habits.

So then I "woke up" into the room at my Nana's again, now looking at this black and grey male manican. "He" was wearing a blue shirt and plaid boxers on his head, and I forgot what kinds of pants, maybe brown. I was still repeating the lyric over and over to myself that I wanted to remember. Then this manican started to say something louder that took away my focus. [COLOR="#00FF00"][b]I realized this was a dream sort spontaneously. At first I thought the manican and I were going to fight, so I prepared to defend myself. We were kind of swinging our arms at each other but not touching. Then the manican turned away.

It occurred to me to ask him who he was. (That is pretty good lucidity for me. ) The manican actually became my sister. (Now the reason I titled the dream Recon-SILLY-Ation was that in my dreams in the past month or two, my sister has been trying to kill me! Something happened 1 or 2 months ago and now she has not been talking to me. So this dream was kind of nice. ) She was laughing and giggling a lot, kind of as if laughing at me. She sat on the edge of a full size bed in there, which I guess was hers, and said that we should put a video about this dream on You Tube. And that the title should have Capital Letters On All The Words and Include Feelings Words. It was really silly. She was kind of saying it to make fun of me because of how I want to tell the world about every dream.

Then she went to the head of the bed and poured this clear slimy liquid where the pillow would go. She put her entire head in the puddle of liquid and laughed more. It was a joke about drooling a lot. L O L. I was asking her something like, "Are we cool?" But she didn't respond in a direct way.

She was still laughing a lot, and it seemed to be laughing at me this time. I went to look in the mirror to see what it was, because who knows, maybe I had a funny dream face. I looked in the mirror, and I only had one nostril, and a big round face. My brown hat was on, poking up like a cone. Wait, I thought, did I just have only one nostril? And I looked again, and there were two. This time I saw how big and round my face was, and my nose was really flat. Also my teeth were pointier and had more spaces.

I forgot exactly how it ended. I think I turned around to face my sister again and then felt myself lose stability. I must have tried to rub my hands, and then everything faded out.

I think this dream ended with this flash of that fuzzy grainy grey black and white T V channel screen thing from the olden days. Either this dream or the last. That's the second time I have noticed a dream end that way.

Notes.

These dreams tonight were definitely cool ones. The last dream really pulled it all together and gave the night of dreams a lot of meaning. As I typed them up and listened to my voice recordings of them, I also made some hand drawings which captures some of the visual memory from the dreams. It worked out pretty nicely this morning and I felt fairly focused and productive.

Round 1 of Dreams (Mixed Fragments).

There was this part where I was going to join a group of people. They were excluding me and I was fighting them. T H and K S, not getting along, sending an e mail.

Some dream detail about being in the sky. Swimming into the sky and spinning?

There was a part where I was working for G A and I had to call someone. I called the actor who plays J L on a show and talked to them. Something about my Dad's new phone or new job.

Guitar thing. I was trying to buy this guitar. It was a different kind of guitar, with this pickup kind of thing on the bottom of the fret board. Like this small black rectangle with extra frets. Something about someone from one of the Asian countries.

License part. I was trying to buy something from this guy, but he said my license was no good. It had some red mark on it it doesn't usually have. It made me ineligible to buy certain things. I was at the checkout register. I was supposed to get together this packet of songs I wanted to learn. It was like they went beyond standard license checks. The guy at the register was an older guy.

Guy putting plastic on his floor. Someone in my fraternity house was lining his floor with plastic in case anyone made a mess in there by partying. They had just added a new wooden floor. They were afraid people would get in because their door knob was missing. It was like a plastic drop cloth thing but ripped at the edges.

Dangerous Dog.

I was at the back door of my Nana's kitchen. There had been this dog in the back yard who was trying to get in. We had all run inside because it was a dangerous dog. Some of my friends from college were there. I opened the door so the dog could climb into this cage thing, but when the dog got part way in, it was blocked by a barricade of other items I had put there. However, there were some clear gaps in the barricade. The dog thing was talking to me. I heard my friend D F say something about someone giving him money so he could pay a debt.

We all drove somewhere with the dog. It was a white and grey dog. It looked sad in the cage. On the way there, we were all talking in the car. My friend in the drivers seat was about to smoke a cigar and I was freaking out. I hurried up out of the car.

I asked my friend A R to carry the other side of the dog cage and run with me to somewhere we could drop it off. I told him it will only take 30 minutes. We were going to some kind of concert or music event, so we didn't want to lose much time. However, I didn't really think we would take only 30 minutes.

When we got there, I expected that some drunk college kids would play with the dog from outside the cage and get bit. I imagined a really drunk girl doing this and thought maybe we shouldn't leave it there.

We had given the dog a bone in chicken breast and when I looked again, it had totally cleaned it down to the bones.

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I saw E L and C N. E L was wearing a big hoodie with the name of the college we went to on it. Someone there said something about how they were violated emotionally. I was like, "dang, yo," in kind of a rapper's voice. Then I wondered why I impersonated that culture.

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There was something with a girl I knew from a meeting in my room. It was like she was jealous I was making more time for other people.

I think I moved too much before I began recalling these dreams. I needed to go to the bath room but I re arranged my bed and maybe I could have waited to rearrange my bed until after recalling dreams.

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Earlier in the dream there was some kind of long highway drive or plane ride. I couldn't remember as much about this.

Some fragments.

There was some kind of Beast Wars Scene with Rhinox. He looked "like a boss". There was another Maximal guy to his right, I forgot who.

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I was at this restaurant with these wealthy people. Writing something. Then I saw all of these wealthy people sitting around a table. They had some kind of mini anchor pendant things they were collecting. First the dream screen focused on one woman at the head of the table. Then it focused on a woman to her left, who had a big stack of mini boxes all around her. Each box was about the size of a soap bar. I wondered how I had lived my whole life not knowing about this belief system of theirs. I would have remembered this better if I had recorded it sooner, I think.

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There was something with Winnie the Pooh and Tigger. Then Tigger was flying through the hundred acre wood. Then his body morphed into some kind of support beam like you would see holding up the overhang by someone's front door. It was orange with black stripes like Tigger.

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I fell back asleep while thinking through those last dreams. Then I was dreaming of being in this store buying flowers. I was buying two boquet things of flowers. They were both marked to be 3 to 4 dollars. The lady at the register was weighing the flowers on some scale where I could see the bright green digital digits going all wild, but I didn't notice it was a dream. The scale said something like two point one pounds of flowers. The lady was ringing me up for 29 to 30 dollars though. A guy came up to my right and he was being pushy. He was saying some words. I was saying something like hold the clippings. I forgot why I was getting the flowers.

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I recovered the previous dreams by luck but I really would be better off recording them sooner. Sometimes I think I will remember next time I wake up and that tends not to be true.

More Dream Fragments.

I had a dream that was kind of cool. But all I remembered was being Link and spawning in this square portal. There was a walkway for me to go up. It was brown and like in video games, there was a black void all around it. To my right were two pots, one with gold, another with I think silver in it. This blue monster thing spawed a bit up the brown walk way, to the left side of it. I was still near the portal on this square platform. I walked near one of the pots. I threw the pot at the monster from long range and knocked it off the level. I was surprised though because it seemed to happen automatically. I forgot the rest of this. I was seeing it from the outside like in a video game.

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I was in the food store parking lot. I had those fabric grocery store bags. In them were some dirty tupperwares. I was wondering how I would grocery shop with those in there, as if I would be putting the groceries in the tupperwares. I thought I might wash them in the grocery store bathroom.

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I was in my bed room but in a dream. The sheets were all torn off the bed and the lights were on. I was wondering how this happened. Now that I think about it, there was a lot more in the dream that was different from waking life. When I looked again, my comforter had these brown or green circles of some kind of gunk on it. I thought it was from drool. I smelled it and it didn't have much of a smell. Then I went in the bathroom and the floor was white. The floor was all covered in a layer of puddled water. I wondered why. I thought it was waking life. I think i woke up still wondering how I would fix the water leak or something like that. How I could do dream state checks next time I see that in waking life, not realizing it had already been a dream! L O L.

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There was a part where I was looking in the fridge. Trying to remember a phrase from a previous dream, unaware it was still a dream.

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Something at my current house with mom and sister.

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There was another part where I was looking at this computer screen. There was this dial or adjustable bar that scrolled up and down, like a volume bar. But it changed the tint of the screen just from blue to purple or purple to blue. It seemed bright. I think it was part of an audio editing program.

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I had a false awakening to where I was trying to dream journal. I dreamed I had fallen asleep in my bed, laying on my back. My tan cushions were even on the bed, but when I woke up, I wondered how I had fallen asleep on my back. I was trying to record my dream. I had the same headset, even modified with the pop filter like my microphone I use for recording dreams in waking life. There was some rap music playing loudly and I wondered how I would recall my dreams. I would have to walk far to get anywhere quiet. And even if I recorded them, the music would get into my recording file. I remember hearing what I thought was a famous actor's voice saying he thought it was Dostoyevsky, kind of rubbing his chin pensively.

There were some people talking. There were these blue alien things. They had heads like a hammer head shark but these funny pokey mouths. I have to draw this. Then there was something that looked like a person kicking from within their stomach. They were saying the most powerful human on the planet was Arnold Schwarzenegger. There was some kind of high pitched voice saying that I think. This part may have been before the dream when I was Link, back in the beginning.

Notes.

My dreams tonight seemed thinner and my recall seemed lower, too. Seems like a bit of a dry spell for some reason. Every time I have a dry spell of dreams, I am wraught with worry all the next day, that I will have another dry spell the coming night. So I rack my brain to try to think of anything I could do to ensure I remember lots of dreams. I need to stop worrying and stop fighting it and just surrender. At least thats what I think. Sometimes my dreams and recall flow but other times they ebb and the worrying or trying too hard to figure out what I did wrong the next day might be counter productive.