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Dreams from March 11 to March 12 of 2018.

**The 2 dream food LD's are called "Room 10 treats" and "Have a nice dream" if you just wanna read those since I know its alot, use Ctrl+F**

I had some difficulty recalling dreams that seemed vivid and eventful. But still got a good haul. I had two great dream food L D's.

Schportz

Something about a football game, A S, R M, other people from H S football team.

Charlie Morley

I had one dream of Charlie Morley saying some wise things about L D but I couldn't remember them. (In waking life I listened to some Charlie Morley the previous day.)

Indian Torture Guy

There was this scene I couldn't remember much of, but this Indian religious guy was torturing me. I was begging him not to. There might have been some kind of injection, or some kind of spell that he cast. I think someone saved me, or I figured my way out of it.

Plants

A C was giving me plants in this white basin thing. The plants were in pots and then there was water in the basin. Like how I set up draining for my indoor plants. But something about how it the way it was in the dream would flood the big basin and flood the plants. I remember four green plants standing straight up, and, with the dirt in the pots. Maybe I was thinking the plants would be watered from underneath?

In Love

In the context of this dream, there was a woman I was in love with. We were both in the program. I was helping her move into this new apartment. The doors were glass with silver framing. I was ripping paper out of a big book to give her my number or some code. The pages felt like construction paper.

We were sitting around a table. A guy was giving her a hard time about sleeping late, so she was saying that was hurting her sleep pattern. I was trying to get the guy to back off.

I remember looking through the pages of my book, and thinking they corresponded to the pages of the book from waking life. I can remember seeing the chapter headings and getting a good feeling from it. But now that I think about it it might not have really matched.

Notes

I woke up from these dreams, kind of in a daze. I don't remember too much trouble falling a sleep. But I couldn't think of any dreams right away. I got up to go #1 thinking there hadn't been any dreams. Then they started to arise in my mind as I went #1. I sure did dream. Maybe if the memories would have started flowing to me sooner I'd have remembered more. I don't know why they didn't.

Funny Dogs

I was in this Boys and Girls club kind of place that I've been to before in dreams. I was helping fix something on the wall by standing on this shelf thing. I remember slowly sort of falling off. It was high up. I grabbed onto this fixture on the wall and hung 10 to 20 feet up from the ground. They had to put cushions on the ground to break the rest of my fall.

I forgot a lot in here. I remember thinking how long a dream it was at some point, but I don't remember being lucid.

I was on a couch, trying to use my zoom recorder to record dreams. My Sister was there. Some dogs were there. Then I think I was laying on the floor. The dogs were sort of pushing me around so I slid on the floor. I thought it was funny.

F A D J

I had a false awakening of trying to use my zoom recorder to record the dream. Only none of the red indicator lights were on. And the microphone I use wasn't connected. It was light in the room. There was some back ground noise, maybe music by a female singer. I started to panic because I realized this was all wrong. But I didn't know it was a dream. I was like, oh, no, the microphone is missing! I must not have recorded the other dream either!

Then I woke up in my bed, relieved that was just a dream. I had a hard time thinking of any of what had happened. Just really grogged out. I felt some dream chain sensations come on though and another dream began.

Room 10 of Treats

This became a fun L D. So at first I don't think I was lucid. There may have been a lot I forgot as I remember thinking during the dream, how long it had gone on. I was concerned about remembering any of it. So what I recalled might just be the end of a long L D. That's a bummer but I did my best.

Where my memory starts, I was non lucid, walking up these gray stairs. They were like a spiral stair case. I started to run up them. I was like, wow, it is so easy to run up stairs. I should do this every day. (The context was it was in a college dorm and I was going up to my dorm I think. Something led me to use the stairs instead of the elevator.)

(Switching to present tense.) I am running up these stairs. I feel hopeful about my fitness. I think it should be tiring me out more. I arrive at this gap in the stairs, cut off by a rail. It looks like someone would have to jump about 4 to 5 feet accross and then climb the other railing to continue going up the stairs. This seems silly to me, and even dangerous. But I imagine most people just jump the 4 to 5 feet, and no one ever falls the 20 to 50 feet to their death. There is an Abraham Lincoln Painting on one wall. I am amazed at the art all along the walls of the stair way. I think I am one of the few people who actually stops and notices it.

As I wonder how I will cross, I notice a white door, with a glass panel window. I decide going in there might be safe. I could probably go around and come out the door to the other side of the stair way, instead of jumping. Maybe thats how everyone does it. But I start to sense something is silly here.

I know I am heading for Room 10. To my right are a few more similar white doors. One has the glass window and has a sign with room 10 and an up arrow. I figure that must be the one. The other doors must be closets. There is another door that has a Room number sign on it too. Above it in construction paper, written in marker.

I go up to the left and there is a class room that says room 10 on it, too. (I guess I lost track of going up the stairs.) I go in there. I say, this can't be room 10. The people are all at tables, doing some class room stuff. The teacher guy is like, yeah, you're probably right. I think we wrote the wrong number. L O L. So silly.

Something makes me think it is a dream. I do a finger palm test. It hurts my left palm just to touch it, and a weird buzzing goes off when I try to push it through. After two times of that, I am sure its a dream.

(I am not sure if I interacted with the class mates at all. parts of my memory seem missing. )

I walk up to a silver fridge, excited to get some dream food. I repeat my affirmation, "I remember all my dreams," a few times, hoping this will help. (I am glad that it is coming to me!)

The fridge is pretty empty. There is a lime and an orange. The orange is already cut into. I figure it is a dream so I just grab the lime and bite it, skin and all. My mouth is really dry and it is card board ish. I try the orange. Same kind of result. I close the fridge, and think, "Pizza!" I open the lower level which is a freezer and there are all these bags of small triangular pizzas. Excitedly, I grab one, and take it into the kitchen.

Throughout this dream I notice it start to fade. When it starts to fade I can half feel the dream and half feel my physical body. Realizing that it hasn't fully ended, I somehow pull myself back into the dream. (This happens a few times during the dream. )

In the kitchen, I see more bags of these pizzas on a lower shelf, as well as some open pizzas. Maybe I should put this new one back. Nah, it will be fine. I look to the left and there is a big pot of red sauce. Awesome. When I look back to the right, all the pizzas are gone, and just bread is there. I look at my bag of pizza, still there, and the red sauce. When I look back, a few slices of chicken stuffed pizza has appeared. Wow. Beyond my wildest dreams. My favorite. I grab it and take a big bite. It has some taste. My mouth mainly feels dry though. I consider a beverage but none is around. I see one jug of something liquid up on a shelf but it seems far away. I am afraid to drink liquid for some reason.

Then to my right, two big bowls of blue, white and other colored sugar cookies. They are shaped like animals, as if made by children. I look at a white Snoopy ish dog cookie in particular. Maybe I will draw this when I wake up.

The cookies are delicious. I happen to be wearing a hoodie with two pockets, so I stuff giant handfuls of cookies into my pockets. My plan is to walk around the dream, eating them. The dryness in my mouth seems to have gone away.

The teacher guy walks in, holding some plates. I realize he is cleaning up. At first, I don't want to help, but then, I think it might be fun to help clean in a dream. So I offer to help. But the guy says no thank you.

At one point as I am eating the food, I notice the dream start to fade. I pull out my dream hands and look at them with a lot of focus. This actually works and the dream gets stable again.

The dream ends somewhere around there though, as I walk out, eating more cookies.

Notes

That last L D was tons of fun. What a nice surprise. But I was so sad to have forgotten so much upon awakening. It took me a while to fall back asleep and so I was groggy. I did the best I could, stayed still, and all, but, could not dig any deeper. I think my intermittent attempts at A D A had a reverse effect in tiring out my brain too much. Also I did a lot less affirmations the previous day. I don't know what it was, but I just hope next time, I do remember it.

Dream Enhancers

There was this old man saying how another medication became addictive, but dream enhancer pills never became addictive for him. He said that they were much safer and he preferred them anyway. He preferred dreaming over the other part of his life the other pills affected.

Library Thing

This was a dream there was a lot more to but I forgot.

The first thing I remember was this set of train tracks, but also like a ramp like near high way rest stops. I remember seeing the train tracks looking all loopy and maybe going over the edge of something.

Then I was at this library place. I had a bunch of drawings and I think I was making more drawings. Maybe I was trying to draw the previous dreams that I had forgotten. There was this librarian woman asking if I needed help or something, who I didn't give much consideration.

In one part I was on a You Tube video where the Rug Rats talked about Growing Up. I was like, oh, wow, the Rug Rats talk about growing up. That must be helpful for kids. Then I scrolled down to the comments. The top comment was a guy saying something like how he took a personal inventory, noticed what was already perfect about himself, and then whatever was imperfect, he shamed the crap out of, until it too became perfect. Somehow that comment was the top comment, with hundreds of likes. I was so angry because I think shaming is ultimately unhealthy. I was mad at myself for even scrolling down to the comments, knowing that people can say such offensive things. Well, I went to hit dislike on his comment. The second highest rated comment was about life. It said that the best advice the guy learned in life was just to keep his life, or stay alive. I think it was a hint to not commit suicide for those who were troubled. I didn't find it as offensive as the other. But neither comment really was what I was looking for. I didn't read any more though, because all that might do would be to offend me further.

There is another part where I was looking at something like google images. But it was drawings I had done. One was a cartoon of my past girlfriend and I talking. Another was Angelica from Rug Rats but instead of a mouth she had a box of text on her face. Other drawings were there, too. I didn't want the librarian or others to see them. They were very vivid. But my recall of this dream wasn't great. I might have been lucid but not known.

I saw my friend J V who I will run into in a later dream.

There was something about my sister saying we have to draw strawberries. Like, when life gets tough, draw strawberries?

And a bunch of children. One was crying a lot. When he or she came near me, they seemed to stop crying.

I think that was all of that but it was a lot more vivid and eventful. I was lucky to recall any of these. I felt so groggy, and afraid I would forget all.

"Have a Nice Dream!"

This was a really fun L D because it was just simple. I had been laying there remembering dreams and then found myself in this dream. I was walking behind my friend J V. I saw his black hair and thought it must be him. I realized it was a dream kind of spontaneously and caught up with him to talk. He had a plastic grocery store bag of these big yellow circle cookies with smiley faces on them. They looked like giant emoticons, but made of sugar. I was instantly like, "Dude, I want one of those!" and he gave me one. He had a bunch. Then he turned left to walk into his house. As he walked away, I said, "Have a nice dream!" Then I was like, oh, no, what if he didn't know it was a dream? Well, he deserves an L D for sharing this cookie with me. I walked on, maybe near a train track place or another road. I took a bite of the cookie and it was delicious. I woke up in my physical bed with my mouth moving, still tasting the cookie, as often happens with dream food.

Lucid Dreaming Gurus

This dream had me in another building. in the first part, I wasn't aware it was a dream yet. I was watching this thing with Brock from Pokemon. Only his head was like Pichu's head with diamonds on the cheeks. He had his roster of 6 Pokemon out in front of him. But he was going to add two more to the Pokemon party. This seemed against the rules to me but maybe it wasn't for battles, just for them to all hang out. One Pokemon was Onix. Onix made a funny sound as it brushed against the others. I forgot who the other Pokemon he added was. There was another Pokemon trainer there, too, maybe Ash. maybe a Pikachu. Maybe I was the other trainer. I don't remember.

Then it kind of transitioned to where I was in this bathroom. I had gone #2 and was wiping my bottom! I slowly realized it was a dream in a general way, not related to any one event. I noticed that two very well known lucid dream authors were talking about lucid, dreaming! I won't say who they were.

One was saying how it was tough when you are lucid, dreaming, and in the kitchen, and the dream keeps telling you you need to wash one more dish. He was saying how it is almost like the dream doesn't want you to realize its a dream. So it keeps distracting you with more dishes.

Then the next lucid dream author started talking about how in his dream, he wants to write massive words with fire on the ground, for the "Creator" to see. I thought it was going to be about anger at the "creator". But he was meaning to write how the "Creator" created everything, including dreams. So it was a form of praise.

I don't know if either of them knew it was a dream at the time. I was just in the bath room, but the door was open to the kitchen. Actually, two walls of the bathroom had an open door to the kitchen, so the kitchen wrapped around the bathroom. I was thinking of wiping my bottom with soap and then using a towel. I wasn't very lucid. I figured as long as I used soap, I would be clean enough to continue with the dream. The turds in the toilet were light brown and floated in a funny way. The toilet was like stainless steel. Also, I was going to use the towel, because it was a dream, so it didn't matter if I got poop on the towel. L O L.

Notes

I was so scared I almost forgot all of those last dreams. For whatever reason, I woke up in such a daze. I couldn't get back to sleep after the third "round" of dreaming either. Trauma coming up recently.

Also sometimes those details are such a tease. Like the dream details are so close to my mind, I can almost get them into solid form. But not quite. I call those glimpses or dream detail teases. Maybe there is some way to pull those into clarity but maybe that's as close as I can get to them. Dream recall is definitely such a skill in itself.

Dreams from March tenth to eleventh, 2018

I thought I woke up once without recording dreams. But then forgot the dreams from the second cycle of sleep while I thought back to the first. But then when the first actual dream detail came to mind I don't know why I thought that.

Graduation party

There was something about a party about my Nana's house. Maybe a school graduation thing. Something with my Mom and Sister about how I needed to pick my own food to bring. I could only recall that vaguely.

Ground Worm!

I was with my friend S S or G F and then his girlfriend C P was there and my dream girlfriend was with us. I think we were going to go on a double date but S S or G F had to read this book. So he was walking around reading this book. He seemed kind of obsessive about it. He wasn't really looking where he was going, but nothing bad happened.

We walked down some stairs and over this dirt ground. These green worm things expanded up from holes in the ground. They had like circular mouths but then thorns coming off the side like a vine. First just one, but then another, and another. I remember three.

One tried to get near me and I felt scared. I think it was saying something to me but I forgot what. I almost let it touch me with its mouth but then I sort of ran away. I don't remember much else of that.

Tangled Beard

I forgot some parts in between. But then there was this thing about how people could get an executive fired if they wanted to. It showed a screen with a grid of icons, 3 wide. Related to that was some parking garage.

There was a guy talking about how he had to give up certain things, but it was a good feeling. He had black hair and a curly beard.

There were these clamp things that people could put around their ankles for some effect. There was a headset thing for one leg and the other side had this screw in clamp thing. I was asking the guy if I could use them, mainly to humor him. Forgot more of that.

Forgot more of this too but I was at the sink with the guy. I was trying to build a rapport for some reason. He was washing a dish, and there was a white ramican in the sink, too, all caked up. I got in there and started cleaning it with my fingers, with some misgiving. I felt grossed out.

Some more parts I forgot. I hugged the guy for some reason. My brownish blonde hair got stuck in his beard and there were some strands of it in his beard. So I was taking them out of his beard, and more appeared.

Then he, myself and another guy were holding hands forming a circle and saying something.

Walking and Thinking

I had a dream of walking near the end of K Road and thinking about the previous dreams, without knowing it too was a dream. That made it confusing to recall it when I woke up.

Notes

I also had a vague sense of having dreamed about something with water. My early dream recall was weaker than usual but I just accepted it. I tried, but it just was what it was. I think I moved a little without realizing it upon awakening.

Dream of D J entry

One dream was that I was dreaming of a dream journal entry on a website.

Cube Thing

In this dream some other stuff happened before it. Then I was looking down into this little slat at the bottom of a metal cube I was in. There was something to do with someone in that slat producing steam. Or if you poured hot water into the slat, it helped more than cold water. It was some kind of competitive feel to it. I realized it was a dream momentarily. It was scary when I realized I was in this creepy metal cube. It was kind of dark. I think I looked out from the metal cube a moment.

Jib Ipplication

I had another smaller dream that I was doing a job application online and I wrote a really "primitive" kind of sentence. I didn't make a more detailed note than that, so I don't know whether or not I remembered the exact sentence. Or even membered it to begin with.

Trip to Europe

This was an interesting little dream that led to a fun L D chain. It was as if I was in tenth grade again going on the school trip to Europe. The bus was leaving at 7 P M that Wednesday, and I thought it had already left. So my plan was to drive after the bus and catch up with it while it stopped to rest, and get on. I was only an hour behind. I saw this little itinerary and it had the name Ilenny on the bottom right side. Two columns of names, black text, white paper.

Then I went into the hallway and saw my Dad. He was vacuuming, which he did a lot in these dreams tonight. I asked him if I should go to Europe and we determined it was only Monday actually. In physical calendar it was Sunday early morning though. Anyway I was wondering, wait, how will we pay for this? But figured it would work.

Maybe some other stuff happened that i forgot, but I was on the bus to Europe. There was something about asking the bus driver if I could use the bathroom. I was contemplating whether to address her as "miss" or "Mizz" or "M'am".

I was sitting in a seat and watching the road lights go by on the black night. I felt myself drifting to sleep on the bus. It felt not much time had passed.

OOBILD #1

After that dream I was laying in my bed trying to think through it. Then I heard these loud buzzing or ringing noises and felt these vibrations like I have in the past. I started to separate from my body and kind of rotated so that I was in a child's pose from yoga, with my head at the foot of my bed. I noticed I was about to lose the dream and caught myself, staying in it.

(Switching to present tense. ) I stand up in what seems to be my physical room, but I remember how I exited my body, and so I look around to affirm it is a dream. There are some small white square posters by my left closet door. I read one of them. I can see the words pretty clearly.

I try a finger palm test but it doesn't go through. However, I am still pretty sure its a dream.

I look out my back window and a couple things happen. I can hear a guy next door to the left running a bunch of different power tools and lawn equipment at once. I am surprised he is running them all at once, just leaving them sitting there, making all this noise. In waking life, this would anger me, but instead, I just yell over, "Those sound great!" I ask him, "Are you starting a band out of those?" Or something like that. He is pulling the choke on another lawn mower thing at the time. He kind of laughs back and goes inside. The sounds are very physical. They go away without my noticing.

When I look out my back window, I look for any other differences from waking life. There are all these tall furniture things, one like a Cradily from Pokemon, standing up on the deck below my window. They are so tall and I am like, yes, this is definitely a dream.

I notice it is snowing big flakes of snow outside. They are getting in the wide open window, as if there is no screen. I can feel the cold. I have a sense this amount of snow wouldn't be likely to happen in physical matter waking consciousness. I close the window.

(There is some other stuff from in my room I don't quite remember. )

I go into the hall way and my Dad is there. I follow him to his room. He says he got me the Pokey Cable which is like a Pokemon game thing. It is like a hand held game with just one big screen and no buttons, more like a computer monitor.

My Dad might have been pouring one barrel into another at some point. He called me into his room because he wanted to talk to me.

I have my cell phone and this other electronic device. Every time I look at either screen, it shows some sort of monster pulling its arm back and then throwing a massive punch at the direction of the screen. I wonder why anyone would want their phone to start up with the effect of a scary monster about to punch them. To turn it off, I have to go to a menu called "Core". It seems difficult to change the settings. The app has to do with movie previews.

There is another part of the screen where this creature is hanging from the top left corner, down toward the bottom right corner. It is a long creature like Night Stalker from M T G but with a green beak type of thing. I think it is towering over a smaller character. It looks kind of scary. I want to try drawing it. Its beak looks like it has teeth marks.

Most of the dream I narrate my surroundings to myself. Orange, shorts, red, thing, whatever I see, I name it, or name its color, or both. It seems to help me engage the dream to do it out loud within the dream for now.

When I go to talk to my Dad, I am afraid that I am entering a new dynamic. Because I am around another person, I can't just narrate things to myself around them. I fear this will make the dream end and it kind of does. I feel it is easier to keep calm when I am by myself in the dream.

(I woke up from that in my physical bed, trying to think it through. I got more vibrations and ringing sounds, and eventually wiggled out into yet another OOBILD.)

OOBILD #2

(Somewhere during this I decided I would call these OOBILD's, O O B I L D's, or Out of Body Induce Lucid Dreams. Because I start separating from my body but then I am in a dream. So it is a form of WILD. But I will just call it OOBILD for now on. On Accounta That I think WILD is more like Tipharot's video of "What Does WILD Feel like?")

I am having some trouble getting my body to separate this time. I push it a little, then try to relax. Then as I try to move, my eye cover falls off, and the room is brightly lit with yellow light. At first I am upset that this will wake me up, but then I realize that if the room is lit that way, it must be a dream. Catching this dream sign, I get on up out of bed, lucid.

Standing up in my room again, I can definitely tell it is a dream. My back window is wide open and I talk to my dream reflection. I remember my intention to practice dream recall within a dream. I talk to my dream reflection about the dream so far. I am also talking about my OOBILD term with myself, and watching my reflection move as I talk. I like the way my face looks in this dream. At times I also narrate my surroundings to myself some more. The room is brighter.

I start to think I need a real mirror because in the window my reflection is dim. To the right, on top of a dresser, there is a small square mirror at face height. It barely fits my head. There are two dressers along the wall on either side of my back window, or a long table.

I talk to myself some more in this mirror. My hair seems shorter, but is the same color. My face seems a good replica of my physical face. I try to talk more about the dream, but maybe just energy flows out. (I can't remember exactly what I said. ) I start to think I will do that for the whole dream, and it will last a while, but then I get bored.

On the other side of the window, I see some dishes with food in them, on top of the dresser. I am narrating them all to myself. They look like mixed nuts, maybe with macadamias. I am narrating it to myself but when I eat it I can't talk. The food gets stuck in my mouth. A shard of a nut gets lodged in between my back teeth and gums. I start to lose stability.

I notice these triangular pastry looking things with candles poking up out of them. I think they are for my birthday even though my physical birthday is in October. I want to eat them but I am afraid my Dad intended us to share them for my birthday.

I start to lose stability and the dream ends.

(I was in my physical bed again after this, or so I thought. I was adjusting my body but it might not have been my physical body. For example I put my hand under my other arm and when I woke up it wasn't there. Or I felt my pillow was blocking my nose but when I woke up it wasn't there. So I think I dreamed of being on my left side and messing around with stuff. )

False Awakening

This would have been another OOBILD but I thought I had really gotten up. I had more ringing and vibrations but it seemed to end. I looked around my room and there was a blue or white light, like from a cell phone flashlight. (This wouldn't have been likely in waking life. ) The walls are actually orange red and I have two beds. One in the normal place and one on the other side of my covered window. At the foot of the two beds are a bunch of shelves.

Something seems silly about all this but I still think it is waking life. I go to one of th e shelves, thinking something is there. I hear my Dad vaccuuming outside. Why is he vacuuming in the middle of the night? I think, but I realize I am already awake anyway, so I will just wait for him to finish, and then go back to sleep. I have to record my dream anyways.

I figure I will just go to the bathroom and drink some water. I drink the water and the dream starts to end.

(When I got back to my physical body for "real" this time, it was a totally different sensation. It was like, I knew I was really there. Where as the other times, it felt like I was, but I must not have been fully there. It was also difficult to think through the previous dream as the next one began this time. Maybe because the vibrations took a lot of my attention. I tried to form what memories I could between dreams in the chain though. )

Liquor Store

There was this part where I was going into a liquor store with a red liquor or wine bottle. I was F D, a big guy I knew from the local bars. I was asking for more of it. So we went in the back room and the manager or myself pulled out two white wine bottles. For a moment I kind of questioned, wait, wasn't my other bottle red? The white wine bottles were on this high shelf behind white paper. It reminded me of the guy's office in the first Italian Restaurant I worked in.

Crazy Dessert

In this dream some stuff happened that I forgot. maybe a game on a T V. but I remember taking a piece of this pie or cheese cake thing and then cutting it in half height wise. Then inserting some more food in between, like another dessert food. Then I microwaved that together. I felt bad because I thought the cheese cake was my Dad's.

I ate a bite and felt high as a kite. Oh, and the microwave was in my 15 Swoo bedroom. it had double doors and a T V screen when you close it.

So eating that, I felt off to the races. I was like, all this sugar will really boost my dream recall! Then I was afraid because I thought it was waking life and it would trigger my sugar addiction. I put it down after one bite. There was a T V on top of a dresser and some other stuff on the walls. I didn't know if I was dreaming or awake.

In another part in this bedroom, my sister was writing some thing in a little sketch book. Or drawing. I notice it is a little sketch book. She has a hand ful of thick washable crayola style markers. She seems happy and goes off to draw.

There Arrrrrrr definitely parts i farrrrr got from all this, matey.

Then my Dad came in the room after some more stuff. I was wearing these pajama pants that I am always afraid my you know what will pop out of. My Dad points out that it is showing. I already know it is a dream at this point. I try to put it away or something, slightly embarrassed. I think it is my dream telling me to be careful when I wear certain pajama pants.

Still in the same modified version of my 15 Swoo room, now lucid, I notice an ominous feeling begin. A monstrous sound comes from the hall and I feel fear. I remind myself it is a dream, but still, it is intense. An adult sized black dog comes through the door and kind of tackles me. At first I fight it. I fight the fear and I fight the dog away. But then I remember it is just a dream and so I just relax. Relaxing seems to turn the monstrous dog into a small black puppy and the fearful or chaotic energy passes. Well done. I think I wake up a little or have a sense of waking up.

(If the dream ended and began again, it was still in this same bedroom place. I feel some parts are missing from my recollection. This was a super long dream chain. )

I notice a clear jug of orange ish liquid up on a high shelf. Knowing it is a dream, I feel excited. I grab it and start dumping it in my mouth. I lay on my back on the floor and keep dumping it in. It seems nourishing. (I don't remember reading a label or anything!) It is very sweet. I worry that I am consuming sugar, but then I remind myself it is a dream. So I get all the flavor, but none of the calories or chemicals.

Through Sky Light into Sky Dark

I go out into the hall way and my Dad is there, vaccuuming. He looks like he has been drinking. He looks grim, like he is angry at the world. There are some tears in his eyes but it pushed me away because it looks more like a glazed over drunk stare than genuine heart felt emotion. He seems to be vacuuming up baking soda.

(I think I went to the bathroom from the previous dream. While I drank that juice, I was afraid it would make me need to go #1, even within the dream. So walking out of the bathroom I might have been afraid to look at the night light, even knowing it was a dream. )

I say hi to my Dad, but my main thought is to fly through the sky light. I jump up and easily fly through it. I am confident about it because I have done this in past dreams.

I fly pretty easily into the dark sky. It is dark with white clouds. I can see some houses in the neighborhood.

(I forgot if there was anything else to this or if it just ended. )

Boat Party

The next dream begins with me out doors in a grassy place on the main road behind my parents previous house, W S Road. I realize it is a dream and I am like, cool, another one.

I see someone jogging and decide to jog along the sidewalk, too. It is drizzling lightly. As I jog, I start to feel really good. I like it better than flying. I know it is a dream for sure because I feel so light on my feet. There is no sense of any impact, although I can feel my feet lightly touch the ground. I realize this might take some focus, to run in the dream, so I set my goal to this bridge at the end of the road, where there is a Marina in waking life. As I run, I notice a dirt path to the end of my old block, like there is in waking life. The sky is kind of grey. I want to catch up to the other jogger.

The dream seems to teleport me to the bridge. There is water and then a boat. I want to dive into the water, impressing any on lookers, but it is too steep or close a dive to the hull of the boat. So I just go on the boat. (I think some parts of being on the boat did slip my mind, though I remembered it mostly well. )

I arrive at the top of this balcony or beak shaped diving board thing high up on the boat. I want to jump down but there are people swimming maybe 10 to 20 feet down in the water, right below it. One guy passes slowly and another person passes. That person must be 10 or 15 feet tall, with another smaller person behind them. Someone behind me wants to dive. I decide not to dive.

I walk down into the boat again and pass some Spanish speaking people. There are some books above a bunk bed type of seat near them. There are two women sitting along one bench and then a man on a perpendicular bench.

I stop and ask the woman, "Es Usted Mi Amigo?" Careful to use the formal second person instead of the informal, which I always was when I learned Spanish. The woman said "Si" or yes. I talked with them a little, thinking that this might take away my dream stability, talking to others. Because it brings up more emotion. But my Spanish is coming out good. At another point, I ask, "Como se llama usted" or what is your name? The woman says a name, and I ask the man, and he says a name. I didn't interact with the woman between them much.

Then I went to leave. The woman asked me to stay with them and keep talking. She asked me to tell them about myself, now in English. I considered if I should tell her I am a lucid, dreamer, and I am in this dream exploring. Maybe I should, maybe I shouldn't, and the dream ended there.

Movie and Audience

Unless I forgot another dream, the next thing that happened after that dream ended was I began to see this blue sky with clouds.

So I see this blue sky with clouds. I am so surprised for this to be happening. I am familiar with this kind of dream. Words in white text begin flying towards me. For example one word is "thoughts". But other than that, I can't really catch the words. At first I try to dart my eyes around and catch all the words. Then I decide to just focus my eyes in a darker spot of the sky in the middle. That feels less frantic.

I look away and to the left. I am surprised to see a theater full of people all illuminated from the front by the movie screen. They are all staring at the screen. I appear to be the only one not totally absorbed in it. (A few moments before this, I had no idea I would look away and see this movie theater effect. That is so cool. )

I know it is a dream, so I try to stand up in my seat, facing the back of the theater. maybe I will talk to everyone and get their attention off the movie, or just fly. However, I feel my body is too heavy. I sit back down, look back at the screen a little, but then look away again. At first I am afraid to miss out on the movie, but then I realize watching the watchers is more what is "really going on here".

Just then the movie begins to end. I stand up. The guy in front of my elbows me really hard as he puts on his coat, without any acknowledgement. It seems like an accident, but still.

A kid to my left is asking me if these quarters have any use any more. (I guess this dream is set in the future.) He shows me one state quarter, then another. The image of the state quarter from the front is very sharp and clear. I explain to the kid that, yes, quarters have a use. Although "most money is electronic now" (in the context of the dream) the quarters can still be used to buy some items. The quarter on the back has the name of a state I can't ree cognize. I tell myself it must be a state I never heard of, but now I think the dream made it up. The name starts with an "A" (but I can't remember it now). The back of the coin has a guy on a horse.

(I woke up from that, thinking it must be over. But...)

Invisible! & Invincible!

I find myself in a brown room. "Another false awakening!" I think. "Ha! Gotcha!" I have a sense that I have been dreaming quite a while now.

I am in a bathroom with brown walls. I jump up and fly up towards the skylight. It is too solid. I fly back down and land. I feel like this might be a set up for a fight. Like another dreamer or an entity has been wearing me out with these other dreams and now has trapped me here for a final show down. I think he won't let me wake up until the fight is over, based on someone else's dream I heard. (This doesn't actually happen, it is just my assumption.)

There was a way out by one wall, but when I turn around, it is gone. I see some cabinets. I see some windows with accordian like blinds, like in 15 Swoo. I try to pull them open to see if I can fly out. Although I feel somewhat ready to face some adversity, I think it might be wise to get to open air if at all possible. It is a healthy mix of fight and flight.

Every time I draw the blinds open, another smaller set of blinds appears, or a type of door thing. Eventually I realize, after 5 or 6 times, that that might go on infinitely. I decide to look for another option.

I walk the opposite direction of the opening that closed, and notice a circular sign that says Women. I must be coming from a Men's bathroom and there must be that Women's room accross the way. It seems like I am in the lobby of a hospital, almost like the P V hospital, with the guards desk at the front. I walk towards the Womens room, thinking there might be a way out through there.

As I walk, I remember my intention to practice dream recall within a dream. My "dream recall affirmations" from the M P 3 playlist come to mind and I start repeating those. "I remember all my dreams" is the main one I can think of. I am saying this aloud as I walk through the building.

To my right, there is a huge open door, as plain as day. Ah, I think, that must have been there all along. The fear was just in my head. What a relief.

Two smaller people and a big guy are walking toward the door, about 50 feet away. The big guy is in a police officer style uniform, but instead of navy blue, it is red. They are like, "That is him!" And the guy in red pulls a gun and shoots me. I dodge the bullet, still repeating my affirmations. (Well done, mate!) Knowing it is a dream, I am not too scared.

Just to be safe, I start repeating dream affirmations in my mind instead of aloud. And, I sort of summon a protective shield as well as invisibility, all at once. When in need, my shields can usually activate. People can blast me all they want, stuff can attack me, but my shields are really strong. However I don't have much in the means of offensive tactics. I can protect myself from harm at will but I can't harm others it seems. I think this is a good trade since I don't need to be violent if nothing can harm me anyway.

So I kind of fly out the door, and the red guy and the two people run past where I was. More red uniform guys run into the building. Sure enough, they run right by me. I am sitting by this wall to the left of the door as you walk in. It is like there is a dark grey wall heater behind me I have my back to.

I am really surprised my invisibility is working so well. I continue to think to myself, "I remember all my dreams", as I watch the guys run by.

One guy in red shoots this blaster gun thing at me, but I don't feel anything. Then they all continue running by. I am not sure if I was hit, or if I was shielded. I don't feel any pain from it at all.

A younger looking kid, who looks like Sean from when I was young, stands near me, his eyes darting around. I stare at the pupils of his eyes as they dart around. They are sky blue. He tells another guy that "It looks like it went straight through." I don't know if he just sees a hole in the wall behind me, or if he is looking at me, with a hole in me.

(I don't know which really happened. One possibility is the guy shot at me, but somehow I was like transparent, and the blast just hit the wall behind me. Or, the blast hit me, and left a hole in me, but I just didn't feel it. But why would the guy have aimed at me and shot if I were invisible?)

Someone behind the guy standing near me has an alarm go off. It sounds like a standard alarm clock sound, like a beepy thing. The kid with the sky blue eyes is now saying, "Man, thats a powerful alarm" or something like that. The dream starts to end with me still repeating "I remember all my dreams" in my mind.

F A D J'd!!!

I then found myself writing on something like Fii Write but it was like a parchment note book with really tall but thin sheets of paper. My left hand is writing dream notes in black. It is weird because the dream notes can only fit like 5 lines on a page, and with a space between each note, it is hard to space out. I am not lucid in this now. I really think I am recording my dream.

One note I write is about how the alarm went off at 6 A M. this makes sense because maybe one of the dreamers on that team of red suit people had an alarm set for 6, and it was waking him up. So the sound could have got into all of our dreams. I see "3:03" somewhere on the page. 3:03 A M. I think this connects also to something in the dream, or maybe the dream lasted from 3:03 to 6 A M. (When I looked at the timing of my notes, the entire dream chain was under an hour, counting the time it took to fall a sleep!)

I wake up from this sort of gradually into thinking about the dreams into my physical bed. Then I realize I am really in my physical bed for "real" this time, and I can tell the difference. I think back through it and pull as much as I can into my mind.

Notes

WOW. This dream was one of my craziest dream chains. Maybe because I had trouble sleeping last night, I got REM rebound. I am so happy about this. It was so much work to record it all, but, so worth it, to have these memories.

My theories about the red suit people: I think what happened was, they were a team of dreamers doing some kind of mission to defeat some zombies in the hospital (or to destroy all the circum sizers!) and I just happened to spawn in that bathroom at the same time as their mission. Then they thought I was one of their enemies and shot at me and stuff. But I wasn't their enemy.

Either that or I was having such a long dream chain that I attracted some attention from "dream agents". Because I neutralized the dog attack, flew, drank the power juice, had in depth conversations with other dreamers on the boat, and attempted to disrupt the movie theater thing, they saw me as someone who was making waves. And I had to be stopped. That is my other theory.

Again, I was able to type it up at least 90% without even going back over my voice notes, even hours after awakening. My dream memory is definitely getting stronger. When I look back at older Dream Journals I can see how I just have a much higher volume of recall now than I did then. It is encouraging to see that. Also I can see big gains in my dream skills and dream quality that are harder to notice when just comparing to yesterday's.

Dreams from March ninth to tenth of 2018

Um... I dreamed!

Pokemon Game

I remembered way, way, early on in the dreams there was this Pokemon game. Something with a fire type legendary. Something with an electric type move. I couldn't remember any more but the sense I had of it was. That it was vivid. Maybe if I didn't need to move so soon upon awakening, I could have gotten back that far.

Scenes in a house

There were some scenes in this house that I forgot. My dream sister was trying to run the dream dishwasher. Something about loading it with dream dishes and running it before a certain time.

There was something with a dream person and showing them how I do my quad stretch in a bunk bed.

There was something about a cleaning person. Something about how I didn't hold a job. In this scene I had a bottle of lotion and I was squeezing some into a tablespoon.

I am upset with smokers

There was this whole story line of a woman. She and her partner had broken up. She was feeling down about it. She had come into my life and she was at my Nana's. I was living in the kid's room again, as in many dreams. There was this thing where I walked into my Nana's room, and my whole family was sitting all around in there. At least my Mom, Aunt B and nana, and others. Nana wanted me to sit with her on her bed, and I didn't want to, but I felt bad, because she was old, so I sat with her. It was a pink salmony kind of color. She had an ash tray on the bed and I was already angry, even though nothing was lit. Some conversation took place between everyone in the room.

Then my dream Nana lit a dream cigarette with me right there. I couldn't smell it, but that didn't hint to me that it was a dream. So I got up in fury. My Aunt B was saying something to me. My Aunt B was sitting in a direct line between my Nana and I. I raged at the two of them about how they are cigarette smokers and they should burn in Hell. That felt pretty good and I had been setting an intention that day to vent some of my anger in a dream, where I didn't have the best outlet in waking life.

I went back to the kids room and seemed to forget about that whole thing. The woman had been talking to my family. Then my sister was in the kids room with me and we were talking. There was something my sister was eating that I didn't think was a good idea to eat. So I tried to make it so she couldn't eat any more of it. That's the last I remember of that.

More stuff happened between this and the next dream, maybe other dreams or something transitional.

Alien Invasion!

This dream seemed to transition from the previous dream. Maybe it was all one dream. I couldn't remember it all exactly. There was something with me or my friend Mike being taken somewhere in a van. Not kidnapped but just not handled nicely. I was kind of seeing it from the outside I think. Then a guy with long brown hair and some facial hair was in a wheel chair in the back of another van. A woman or two people were lifting his wheel chair to put it on the ground, on the street. He said the word, "Narrow! Narrow!" to caution them I guess that his wheel chair was narrow and they need to be careful how they put it down.

Someone tried to wheel his wheel chair into the intersection, as if it would be run over. But I think it was in jest. They wheeled him back towards the van.

Then there were these big aliens and alien ships flying all over the city. We were in a city kind of place. It was really intense. I don't remember the exact alien forms. But people were running around like mad, in fear. The aliens were dropping "bombs" but they weren't acually bombs. They were like those plastic 10 pound standard weight plates filled with cement that I have. But people thought they were bombs so they were running. The weight plates hit some people or damaged some things but didn't blow up.

Then there was this part where people were being held hostage in a mall type of place. It was like a clothing store. Again, I don't remember it perfectly, some parts just didn't come to mind. but there was something about no one being allowed to the stair way at the back of the store. There were guards lining the back wall, wearing black ear muff headsets, maybe with guns. I heard something about crawling under the clothing racks, since it was a clothing section in the back, and trying to get out that way. But a warning that the guards were expecting this. So some of us tried to climb under the clothing racks anyway.

The guards were human guards, or in human bodies. I guess the aliens had them under some sort of mind control, to use their bodies. This also made the actual humans less likely to harm them.

So then I got to the end of the clothing section and to the guards. There were 4 of us and 3 of them. My red haired friend and 2 others who had been with me got dragged back to the front of the store, but I noticed I was standing at the back of the store by myself.

I still knew that even if I got down the stairs, they would probably catch up to me, and it might make things worse. So I decided to just walk down the stairs, and right back up. I think I even said it aloud, as if to notify the aliens.

Something about the aliens was dreamishly anti climactic. The "bombs" were not really explosive. The guards just dragged the people back up front without much fight. And this next part was silly. So it all seems kind of funny to me now.

I walked down the green stairs, expecting to come out around the city streets. I walked sideways down them and I think there were 7 one leg, 7 the other, and back up the same way.

When I got back up, I could tell I was in trouble. This giant, super freaky spider thing that I wish I could draw, was ready to come and get me. It had this straw thing for a mouth and was brown. Boy, was I scared. The spider thing was going to come lick my face and I really didn't want that to happen. It was all furry and twice my height.

I wasn't lucid for any of this, but I started apologizing to the spider thing. Saying I was so sorry I did that, and I would never leave you, and you look so great. I put my hands in a prayer position and prayed to the spider to please have mercy on me. It seemed angry but didn't come nearer.

Then it somehow transformed into this fast food menu screen thing. The writing on it was using food to make the letters. It still had elements of furry brown like the spider's body had. At first I was afraid it would morph back, but it didn't.

The screen said that there are "Solid food meals for everyone" but only enough potatoes for 7 people. There had been something like 28 potatoes on the stairs, so I figured they thought each person should have 4 potatoes, if they have any at all.

I went up in line to get some food. There was some meat or poultry but I wondered what the solid food meal was, since there didn't seem to be a starch or vegetable. Then I saw there was a bunch of pasta and ravioli. There were Carraway Seeds all over the top, but not stirred in. Before I got my food, I started to stir them into the red sauce, but people behind me were complaining. An Indian guy I knew was behind me, but I forgot his name. I said, okay, fine, you can go, but make sure you stir in the carraway seeds first. That was the last thing I remembered.

Recall Notes

I woke up from those dreams, thinking them through. It was my first time awakening all night. I had trouble falling asleep on this night even though I had lights out by 6 and was super tired. When I woke up, I had rotated to my left side, and kicked my pillows all over, so I was on them funny, and had pain. My hand was also in a weird position and it all made me have to move too soon. Unfortunately this just happens sometimes and I always hope to wake up in a position I can comfortable stay still in, so the dream recall can be to the max. I thought of a few details, got up and did my #1, and then more memories flew to mind once that pressure of holding in my #1 was released. So I recorded them and tried to pull up anything else but that was really it. There were some parts I wished I remembered more of... As usual! But I can see signs of improvement in my recall, so its like, just keep practicing and you will remember a higher and higher percent of dreams as time goes on. It will be worth it when in 10 years of recall practice you recall dreams in such clear detail.

Blacking Out

I had this dream that I woke up from, thought through, but was very groggy and fell back asleep. The next time I woke up, I could only get the end. Something about walking on Hickory. Then, in the woods, with a guy I knew, maybe J M. Apparently he was doing some kind of mind altering substance, but every time he took "another hit", I would black out while he did it and not notice. This was where I briefly realized it was a dream, during one of the black outs. I was hearing some words or lyrics but I also forgot those. There was at least a bit more to this but I was too groggy. I count this as an L D even though I compulsively woke myself up.

Learn to Draw

I fell back to sleep while recalling that last one. I found myself in this dream where my sister was sitting with my Dad on one side of the table, and another man was sitting accross from them. My sister was much younger, maybe 5 or 6, and had a very high pitched child like voice. She was saying how learning to draw is fun! And it's not going to be hard because everybody needs to do this! I don't know if there was more to that dream but I was so groggy, that was all I recorded.

One of my longest dreams ever

I had one of my longest dreams ever. lucidity seemed to fade in and out. I forgot the parts when I became lucid but I remember being lucid here and there. Also there were some dreams where I "woke up" but was still in a dream, but not false awakenings, more like dreams within dreams. I don't know if they were separate dreams but it feels like all one thing to me so I will write it all as one thing, in the best order I can. And of course there was a lot I forgot.

I was in my room eating an apple. Then i went to teh bathroom and ate the apple at a table while sitting on the toilet. L O L. It twas at my parents previous house. A bee was trying to get some apple. I wasn't too scared but then its thorax thing swelled up and I got a bit alarmed. I left the apple for it and went to my room. When I got to my room, there was another bee. It was more of a bumble bee, but still seemed big. I shut the door so the other bee, more like a stinger bee, wouldn't come in. I think I looked out my front window and maybe saw a squirrel.

In another part, in front of our old neighbors house, there was my Dad's red subaru. The passenger side had no walls or windows, just wide open. So was the front of the neighbors house. My Dad was helping them remove a big grey carpet and fold it up. It was all being stuffed into the Subaru. The Subaru looked really weighed down. It seemed unusual to me.

By a heater on the side of the wall, some of us were walking or standing. There was this black C D case kind of thing, or a game. I forgot what it was. Someone was asking, but I didn't know what it was. It seemed like "not mine".

There was some stuff with a video game we were playing that I sensed was super cool. But I totally forgot.

In another part I remember finding myself sitting at the top of the hill near the local woods. I was looking down at the Earth as it rained. I had this sense that people really should be just sitting with the Earth, paying attention to the dirt, and grass, not so busy. Something with going #1 or water coming down.

There was something when I was trying to sleep on the floor in this room. I think I was lucid here. It was like I had woken up from a dream within the dream temporarily and needed some water. I was thinking it would be good to have a little water before I continue dreaming. Maybe something about needing to go #1, but when I awoke, I didn't need to.

Then there was this thing where my sister was showing me a conceptual chart she made. It revolved around the idea of "We Shame" or "Me Shame". I took this to mean that people are shamed into conformity with the "We" and it seemed very wise. I told her that T S must have started her Youtube channel with 0 viewers and somehow built it up from there, so my sister could, too! It was like a bubble graph or flow chart or mind map.

There were these "classes" going on. I was a part of one or the other. Some ladies from one wanted me to join theirs. They were trying to tell me I was in their class, and I was like, no I'm not. So I left the room or something.

I know I remembered barely 50%. It was a huge dream. Even as the dream went on, during my lucid parts I was concerned about how I would remember it all. Plug for my intention to practice dream recall within the dream state!

There were a bunch of parts with my sister. I remember she was showing me this map thing. The "dream screen" kept moving along the map. One part said "Latin America" but it had only sea above it, not North America. What looked like the East Coast of the U S had all these differently named and shaped states. it was all green or grey. It took me a little while to notice that it was a different map than the "official" world map.

My sister was poking me or pinching me in this really uncomfortable way. I asked her to stop and kind of moved. When I did that I had the feeling I had broken out of sleep paralysis, but I was in a dream. I had just woken up from a dream within that dream. That is what I think led into the false awakening below.

False Awakening: OCEAN US

I had a false awakening after the above dream. I had begun to think of how long that whole dream had been so long and I better remember it soon. Then I had my Panasonic land line in my bed. It was starting to make noise. I think some people weere talking in it and then I tried to turn it off. I think in this false awakening I was also adjusting my eye mask a lot. Then the phone had a menu with 3 options, all in all caps. Two, I forgot. The one I remember is "OCEAN US" or "OCEANS US". I selected that option and the phone started playing Pokemon theme music in the ring tone sound that the land line has. I tried a few times to shut it off, and couldn't. I got pre lucid in that I tried a finger palm test, but it didn't go through. I could clearly see my dream hands. Some dream light was beginning to filter in the dream window. But it didn't seem to be a dream, so I panicked more. I was laying on my right side just like I was in waking life.

Blinking

I "woke up" from that F A in my dream version of my physical bed, thinking, "Ah, man, I can't believe it got me again this time." I thought it would be crazy if it were another false awakening but seriously doubted it. But, I thought to myself, if it was another false awakening, it won't trick me this time!

Then I was standing by the corner of my bed in the corner of my room. I thought to myself, wait, I don't remember standing up... And I tried a little checking if it was a dream. Nothing really was clear so then I walked around to the end of my bed. Suddenly I flew to the wall accross from where I was and pressed against it.

Oh, wait a second, I thought, I am flying. Perhaps it is a dream after all. I still wasn't sure though. Maybe I was on the floor, but just not feeling my feet. Then, I landed on the floor, and that was when I knew I had been flying, so I knew it was a dream.

What should I do? What should I do? I thought to myself. By some miracle, the CLEAR technique came into my mind, from Llelwyn's guide, I think its called.

C, I thought, C. C means Calm Down my emotions. I don't remember what I actually did to calm my emotions but when I thought this, I guess I just got calmer.

L, L, What is L? I thought. Look around. Okay. (Switch to present tense.) I am looking around. I see some things dimly, like some shapes, of things in my room. I remembered that looking around didn't always help me. Sometimes it was destabilizing. So i got nervous. But then I started to blink. For some reason, blinking made things get more vivid and the dream felt more stable. I looked out my back window down and to the right, and saw this funny village of colorful amusement park types of buildings. With like rainbow clown hair and a funny face. I remember telling myself not to focus too hard on trying to form a memory of it, just keep blinking and looking around. I remember one white square building with a big red plus sign on it. I might have seen the sky.

Look Around was going well, so I moved onto "E". E, I thought, What is E? E is Engage the dream. I realized I had already been doing this by pressing on various walls. I continued to rub walls and they felt grainy like my physical room. I was feeling really good after having got over that initial hump of instability. I couldn't believe I was about to really make something of this false awakening L D.

(Whoops I lost track of present tense.) Then I went to my front wall and saw a mirror. I noticed my reflection and my hair but not sure how close it was. I saw a mural with some people on it. One person reminded me of me, and I tried pulling them out of the mural and into my room. It was kind of impulsive. The person slowly materialized into "3 dimensional" form and while they did this I went back to stabilizing the dream. I never made it to A or R though in the CLEAR technique. I got kind of side tracked by the person, interacted with them a bit, and woke up physically.

I was very excited though to have remembered the CLEAR technique and really worked it up to the point that I did.

Notes

I remembered the Blinking LD and the F A before it very well. However the dream before the False Awakening was so long that I wasn't able to remember it as clearly. But it was definitely an L D I am proud of. A culmination of my study and practice so far and a sign of progress.

As I was laying there recalling it, I almost thought I would get another dream! I drifted to sleep a little but still had as much recall as I did before falling asleep, the next time I awoke. I really wanted another dream after that, but the sun was up, and I couldn't sleep again.

I also want to note that I was able to recall 90% of what I recorded over night in my voice recorder, in the morning, without having to listen to the recording. I think it is because I am forming conscious memories more strongly at times. But still it helps to have a recording for that last 10-20% and in case I had a morning where I wasn't so fortunate. Plus I think the act of recording it also solidifies it in memory. Ironically recording it makes me remember it better such that I don't need the actual recording as much. haw haw.

Video. (8:46)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_o0wqKfuRBs


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!

~

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.

~

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.

~

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

~

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.

~

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.

Video.
Here was my dream journal drawing video for the day.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8dS2CLwuPIk

A few nights ago my dreams were more vivid when I played my Pokemon game. I can't always find time to play it but I will try to pay attention to if vivid dreams correlate with when I play that game, since it is graphically vivid.


Return the Gold Coins.

This was the first time I woke up throughout the night. The first part of the dream that I can remember involved a baseball game. The first baseman caught the ball and got a guy out who had just bat. It seemed fast.

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I was in a parking lot, backing out of a spot with friends in the car. I rubbed against the car to my right, but there wasn't damage.

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My Dad was helping me or my friends get out of a parking space or something. He was setting up a rig to tow the car. Before we left, I had to return this stack of gold coins. My Uncle would be mad if I took the gold coins with me. I really wanted to take them with me. But I looked around the woods we were in to find a place to put them. They were gold coins with a reddish shine.

I gave the gold coins to an older woman whose house was nearby. Then I saw W N pushing a janitor's cart from bathroom to bathroom. Also somewhere in there I washed a baby's face.

My sister shot me!

In parts I forgot, there was some kind of video game my sister and I were playing.

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Where my memory starts better is that my parents were having J R and L L over, two of their friends, and other friends in that friend circle they had. L was cooking some rice dish. he warned me that there was alcohol in it. My Uncle was commenting on my Pokemon shirt and saying something was the solution.

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I found myself eating some of that rice, then wondering if the alcohol had been cooked out, or put on after cooking. Not wanting to risk it, I spit out the alcohol.

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I got into a fight with my Mom and Sister somehow. In the kitchen I was shaking my fists at them and saying mean things. My Mom said I have a lot of issues. I forgot what sparked the fight. I was afraid she would call the police when I was just expressing my emotions.

The lights got brighter and I was trying to take out the light bulbs. When I took both out, a new light came on.This made me realize it was a dream. My sister ran into my Mom's room and I followed her. I could tell she was going to get a weapon to attack me for some reason. Sure enough, once I got to my Mom's room, she was reaching into a white couch. She pulled out a shot gun and aimed it at me. She fired it. I didn't know what to do. I don't remember what exactly happened after that. I think I had a false awakening of trying to dream journal before actually waking up. Also, I fell back asleep before I recorded these, and had to do some mental digging. Luckily, I was able to salvage some. Got to walk that fine line between not recording too soon before I am done going over it in my mind, while not waiting so long to record I fall back to sleep.

Flying Dog

My memory of this dream begins with me being hit with a tranquilizer dart. I forgot what happened before that. But I was lucid at that point.
So I was a dog running around. Then I was hit with a tranquilizer dart kind of thing. But instead of a tranquilizer, I got the understanding that it was actually a stimulant dart. It gave me the power to fly and concentrate. There were all these colored darts on the walls. I was in some kind of competition where the goal was to fly around and gather as many darts as possible as fast as I could. The darts became magic markers. I realized I could use telekinesis to pull the darts to me. This helped me gather a lot more points faster. I had to put them under a table as I went. Eventually I just chilled out in one place and moved them all telekinetically. Then up on a balcony thing there was a woman pulling down some darts. I used telekinesis to put a bunch of giant aqua green markers on top of her. It didn't crush her or anything, just sort of rolled off her back. I don't know why I did that.

Then I was a human again. I had a crate of silver coins. A woman asked me for help getting a quarter out of a coin collector case, like the ones they had for the states quarters. I helped her get it out. Then there was a very small child there, crying a lot. I thought of giving him a quarter, and maybe that would help him feel better. A slightly older toddler was behind him, not crying. I decided against giving him the coin since that might not be what he needs now. maybe he needs someone to just listen. I think that was the part I woke up from. Maybe I could have asked, "Why are you crying?" But I didn't think of it.

I think after that one was when I had my false awakening. I dreamed I was writing and recording my dreams. But in a different setting than usual. A brown room with 3 guys at a big podium, talking about some different things. The guy on the right was being silly and making silly hand gestures. Then he went and sat in a chair on ground level. I looked closer and saw he had a big neck. he looked to me like a popular actor who has passed on so I wondered what he was doing there. Then it became a T V show which ended. Then another show began. I could feel everyone in the room having a sense of togetherness about watching the show together. The show started with seeing someone walking from behind a glass window. It was called University of Pace. Then I woke up.

Brontosaurus Kiss!

This dream sequence began, well, I forgot how exactly it began. At one point I was trying to get a grease trap from my old house to bring to install in the stove in our new house. I was afraid it wouldn't line up size wise but then it turned out it looked like it would.

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After that my memory of it begins with me examining this thermostat. It looked more like a circuit breaker but it was where our thermostat used to be in my parents previous house. I was worried because no one had lived there for a few days, but the heat had been on. So I was trying to turn it off. I didn't want to call my Dad to ask him how, because he would be stressed that it had been on. My friend was there and trying to help or something. There was an on or off switch type thing on the top right but nothing was clear. I thought of unplugging it or something.

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In the next part I remember, my sister was enabling these younger kids to take my stuff or mess with me. I was kind of scolding the younger girl but not too harshly, which I feel bad about, because I am not in favor of scolding kids. Then her Dad came up and he was this huge man with black hair. He said something about "all this mess".

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I was in the back yard of my college house.I realized I was in a dream when I saw a little brontosaurus. I went up to it and it gave me a kiss! I forgot the other details.

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I was walking up from a near by beach and saw a person in a white car. Something made me realize it was a dream and I went to talk to them. I climbed into the car through their front window. They said they were a manifestation of my bed.

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I had a false awakening of me running to find my car. I was trying to write my dreams on this plastic board in markers. It seemed almost not to work. I was freaking out because my car was no where to be found, and time to record my dreams was ticking away.

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I had another false awakening where I was at a camp site. It was morning and I was trying to record some dreams before going for a little more sleep. Beyond a fence, two kids were walking by. I said good morning. They said, good morning, we're going to "shoot out the birds for the morning!" I thought that sounded like a terrible thing to do! L O L. I was mainly worried about being able to write my dreams and get back to sleep, which would be hard with them shooting. But I was aware I couldn't stop them.

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I had one more false awakening of being in my physical bed. I dreamed I was writing my dreams, then typing them, then wondering why I wasn't using my voice record them first, like I have been. I became lucid when standing to the left of my bed. I was hearing this pod cast of two guys talking about emotionally shut down kids and how to help. I realized it was a dream because the sound was not coming from any where. I actually cried in the dream and asked the guys to keep talking. I said I needed their help. I think I forgot it was a dream and laid back down in my bed. I drank from a soda bottle then a water bottle and then tried to voice record my dreams.

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I woke up in my physical bed, for real this time, amazed. it was funny because with each false awakening, I realized the false awakening before that had been a dream, but not the current one.

Notes.

I was frustrated with my recall so I made this playlist of all the Youtube videos I ever found which give advice on dream recall, as well as dream recall meditations and affirmations audio programs.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMSz...aOUQiN7rW8EK3L

I plan on keeping adding to this as I come accross more videos on dream recall. My idea was to just listen to it on Shuffle. It is exclusively about dream recall. It has lots of videos from at least 25 different people.

video
This video was fun to make this time. The dreams were very visual and gave me lots to draw.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uL5JRXNMWbc

Round 1 of dreams.

I remembered a part with my sister and I, in a tree. And a part where I was with these people walking through some place I can't remember much about. But it was like there was a word in yellow at the end of each pathway.

My memory of it gets a little clearer when I got into this city place. I talked to some guy, maybe asking him for money. Then someone was being fired and someone else got their job. It was a restaurant job. My friend and I were restaurant staff, walking around with glass pitchers of ice water to fill people's cups.

A bunch of kids were calling another kid a mean name. I was thinking of telling the kid how he was a great person. Because other kids had such a negative view of him, he would have to develop his own internal sense of self confidence. And define himself instead of letting them define him.

I ate a white dessert food in a kitchen. Some kids were saying how they don't eat or use the bathroom on the morning of cooking or eating competitions. My friend A K had a dessert food. I asked for a chunk. I needed a chunk of that dessert food to buy minutes for my phone so I could call him.

I went into the kitchen to look up his number in my old phone. It showed an app. I had to select why I didn't install the app. I selected that it was too similar to other apps I already had.

Round 2 of Dreams.

In one part, I was moving windows around on a computer.

At the end of the dreams, I was hearing my sister very emotionally crying and saying some words. Something like, "It was only two weeks. Why did we have to get into a dollar fight?" And something about "Why can't we be in Heaven for now?" Her emotion really affected me deeply. I was watching an electronic screen in the dream as I listened to her, and considered going to comfort her. But I was already listening.

I woke up in my physical bed very confused, thinking she was next door. It took me a while to realize that my sister lives upstate and that was just a dream.

Round 3 of dreams.

I was in my garage moving something. There were some melodic song lyrics I was trying to keep in my mind for when I woke up.

I "woke up" in a bright room. I had slept in a hot tub. I was trying to take down the song lyric and all these lights were on. I thought it was too much light to go to sleep again but I really wanted to record the dream. My Mom and Sister were talking in the next room, and I worried that it was making it difficult for me to concentrate on the dream. (It was a false awakening but I didn't know. )

I "woke up" again (in another False Awakening) and this time I was walking by some kids. I saw a really nice looking pink crystal on the ground and gave it to one of the kids. It was a flaky stone. Then I went down a kind of swirly pole thing on a jungle gym. As I walked around, I was relieved to know the last dream had been a false awakening. But, I didn't know this one was also a false awakening! L O L.

In the next part I was in my car outside the local deli. A guy looked stuck or confused about where to go. He was with a little girl, maybe his daughter. I had some "dream telepathy" that he was deciding between going to the deli for healthy food or walking elsewhere to an unhealthy place. I called out to him, "Go to the healthy place!" He didn't acknowledge where the words came from but he headed for the deli.

I was laying on my back and this older man was standing over me. I forgot exactly what happened but I realized it was a dream.

Then I was in "the void" but seeing images flash before my eyes. images, and words. Like credits rolling after a movie. On a black back ground. I tried to pay attention to what I was seeing, knowing I was dreaming. Some cool images appeared. Words appeared, slow enough to try to memorize at first, then sped up. I just relaxed and let it go. I was sort of moving as I watched all this but not really. I have had this feeling before, like in this Spongebob scene I had in another dream, that is hard to explain. It is like I feel like I am moving my physical body but still seeing the dream? But not quite.

I was back laying on my back with the older man there again. now he had 2 pairs of scissors. ("Scissor hands kills me, please, please, free me", and circumcision trauma, comes to mind. ) I knew it was a dream and tried to hold back his scissors. I felt he was overpowering me though. I looked in his eyes and started to say, "I love you, father." He wasn't my Dad. But those were the words that came to me. He stopped being an attacker, and became a friend. It seemed like he was really happy. Then that part ended.

Right after it ended I was back in that void, same as a paragraph or two ago. Seeing more stuff. The dream was showing me these amazing childrens book covers with colored pencil drawings of cool dinosaur types of things.

One was green with a dandelion type of thing on its head. It opened up its dandelion thing. Then the dream showed this other creature flying in the sky. This creature jumped up, went to rocket speed and caught the other flying creature in its dandelion head thing, I guess capturing or consuming it. It was awe inspiring. This was on this island thing.

Maybe some more stuff happened on the island thing. But I remember this young girl throwing 3 plastic containers into the water off a tall dock. I asked her why she did that. She said it is all biodegradable basically. I doubted the plastic would dissolve and flew down to pick it up. One thing had purple jelly in it that was getting into the water. This creature swam up to us saying "I am the sugar substitute snail" L O L.

I was feeling I might need to use the bathroom and record the dream soon since it had been so long. I thought if I asked the girl her name, it might help me come back to the dream later. I asked, "Young lady, what is your name?" She said Cheyenne or Sheyanne, however it is spelled. I mis heard the first two times and said, "Cyan?", and "Keyeanne?" She kept correcting me until I guessed, "Oh, Sheyanne?" and then I woke up in my physical bed.

Round 4 of dreams.

This one was quick. Just me at my desk, and hearing a voice say some very relevant things to my waking life. One was, "It is all about silencing the mind." And some other more personal advice I never would have gone out looking for had it not come to me in a dream.

Round 5 of dreams.

I forgot some earlier stuff but my memory starts with me in a bathroom. Then thinking of responding to a question that was posted. I became lucid somehow. I had some thoughts of morality within dreams.

Then I was running down the main road in my town, as a human, but on all fours. I picked up this little case of Pokemon cards along the side of the road, and looked at them as I ran. Running in the dream felt cool and stabilizing. Most of the cards I just passed through, but this amazing 440 H P Raikou with all gold grid on the card caught my eye. I stopped and looked at it.

One of the move slots said to wake up and write down the dream so far, then come back. So I figured I would do that.

Maybe some other stuff happened. Not sure.


Then I had a false awakening of using my voice recorder. only it was not working properly and I started to panic. As the voice recorder kept giving me problems, I panicked more and more. I got a horrible sinking feeling that I had lost it all.

I was so relieved when I awoke in my physical bed for real.

Notes.

I thought these dreams were excellent. Really enjoyed them. I had a conversation with the "dream intelligence" as I fell asleep that I think led to some really top notch dreams. Basically telling my dreams how much I care about them and such.

Drawing
Here is my dream journal drawing for today:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmAbnPjvCQM




Round 1 of Dreams

There was one part where I was holding my samurai sword in the mirror as if perparing for some kind of battle. I was making the blade look invisible in the mirror. There was something with a fish sandwich. And something where I was writing something but could not use the left hemisphere of my brain. So I had to delete my response.

Round 2 of Dreams.
This got interesting. First I was in my nana's house but at my parents old house. I could hear someone scolding a kid accross the road. I was asking if other people could hear it too. I wanted to go intervene because it was very harsh.

My Dad brought a $4,350 rowing machine down the stairs. It was wrapped in plastic. he was asking me if I had anything to sell, I guess because he overspent on it. I said I had something from the library but nothing that belonged to me. He needed to buy it in an emergency for his bad shoulder.

My friend was cooking in the kitchen and I asked if he could hear the scolding parents. I forgot what he said.

Then my Dad's two sisters, were standing together. my aunt B lit a cigarette and I ran away. She was chasing me. As she chased me I yelled at her and kept running. A woman poured some liquid down the back of my shirt. My Aunt chased me to a library. I went to hide in a room but she found me. She had my foam roller and I thought she was going to crush me with it. I stood up and told her off. I told her to go her separate way from me, and I wouldn't talk to her now.

Before I woke up physically I had a dream of an E V and I V chart for a Pokemon game. Only there were at least ten stats, not just six. One of the stats involved energy from outside and energy from inside.

Round 3 of dreams.

These were cool. I almost couldn't remember them until many minutes later, for some reason. I was in a car in the dark, and then drove home. Then I was in a Pokemon battle. There was a Solgaleo form Necrozema accross from me. Pitch black except for the colored places on its face and mane and very big. I had a Pokemon out that could boost everyone in my party's stats. I chose for it to boost attack. I had Bagon and Shelgon but not Salamence. The Necrozma intercepted the stat boosts by turning them into green gems. The dream ended with me looking at the carpet on the room in my parents old house as drips appeared on it. Then as I woke up I realized it had been a dream.

I also dreamed about writing in a composition note book. I was writing down a dream and saying to myself that I better write those dreams as soon as I wake up.

Round 4 of dreams.

I couldn't remember much of these. There was a music video thing where the guy was singing in a cool melody. I used the rewind button to go back a few minutes and see the previous singer. I managed to record the melody as I heard it. The words were something like, "I had a dream for fun."

Round 5 of dreams.

There was a really smart baby. The baby was drinking coffee from a coffee pot. Then it showed the baby as an old man, sitting and eating breakfast with the T V on.

Then I was in the back of a van, recording my dreams into a voice recorder app on my phone. It had green and red and black colors. The app was recording over itself and I was worried my dream would be incomprehensible. (Funny because my voice recorder had lots of pops and clicks when I went back to listen to these dreams. Not incomprehensible but just needs a pop filter next time. ) I was worried the driver would hear my dream. From the back of his head he looked like my Dad.

I got out of the van or the dream just transitioned. I realized I didn't have to worry about recording my dream because my recorder was safely in my room. Wait. My room? Then how am I here? Oh! I am dreaming! I realized I was dreaming. I was near my local library. I flew into the air. I flew straight up directly at the bright blue sky until that dream ended.

I found myself with a person in my Nana's room. I realized I had not woken up in my physical bed and became lucid again. My nana was in her bed only she was a thinner person. She got up to talk to us. We went into another room. I got bored and went into the hall way. People were saying the business meeting is in different amounts of days away. I wanted water. I felt thirsty in the dream.

The dream ended and I was in my physical bed. I felt intense vibrations and heard high pitched ringing. I was trying to will another dream to begin. I relaxed when I realized that wouldn't work. Then I tried to roll out of my physical body and felt myself separate.

I found myself standing up from bed. I was scared and felt myself pulled backwards. I was afraid my body would be taken while I wasn't in it. My body wasn't there anyway though. But I was in a replica of my physical room. There were avocado shells/skins in my bed. The lamp by my bed didn't work. It was very dim. I tried a finger palm test at some point. My door and door knob were the same. I opened it like I would in physical life. Did I put my hand through the door or was that another time? I walked out into the hall way and doubted it was a dream.

Then I saw the stairs going down stairs and knew it was a dream. They were all olive green. I jumped down and floated. Two mirrors were at the bottom of the stairs. The door and windows were all barricaded. The front door was barricaded by pillows. I used telekinesis to clear some.

I was afraid someone had me trapped here. I wanted to get out but there were so many pillows in the way. Then I heard a guy talking in the next room, in a recliner chair. It was a guy I used to work with, E B. E B smiled at me. I tried to walk around to talk to him but lost my sight.

I woke in my physical bed again. I thought it all through. Very interesting. Then I felt the same vibrations and heard the same high pitched ringing noise. I got up out of my body in the same way as last time.

I stood up for a brief moment out of body again but it was all dark.

I popped back into my physical body and thought it all through. I think they were just wake initiated lucid, dreams. Not O B E's. But some stuff from W I L D's and O B E's seems similar to me. These were really the high point of the night.


Round 6 and 7 of dreams? .

Round 5 and 6 of dreams were kind of a let down. I guess that dream chain thing took a lot of "psychic energy" and so I just didn't have the neccessary mental energy to recall dreams after that. Round 5 of sleep was really frustrating because I knew I dreamed, but upon awakening, I couldn't think of anything whatsoever. Round 6 of dreams, I was surprised to get back to sleep. I got a few things.

One, I was in a food store, and saw a person I knew from school. I was near the potatoes section.

Two, my family was gathered in my Nana's room. Everyone was saying the Lord Almighty but then they started saying the George Almighty or Almighty George. This seemed a little different to me. I was trying to put my head set on a door knob. I was trying to hang it over the edge of a toilet in my Nana's room. The toilet was lined with a table cloth on the inside. It opened like side to side instead of up like standard toilet seats.

I also had one dream in my room at my old house where I had a song lyric come to me. It had a cool melody and something to do with the word "open" or "broken" and a multisyllable rhyme. Unfortunately it was just all gone by the time I got up. What happened was I kept the "Almighty George" dream and the "song lyric" dream in my mind without recording it, trying to dream chain. I fell back asleep and woke up without remembering the song lyric. Song lyrics can be the ones that slip away the easiest I think, maybe because the tone and words are so specific. I definitely wish I had recorded that song lyric but I thought I had it. Well, perhaps next time, I won't make that mistake. I really miss it now.

Notes

I got up around 7:50 today which is a bit later than usual. But I am usually a workaholic and insomniac so I am glad to have been able to sleep. I went to bed and was probably initally asleep by 7. But it takes me 12 hours to get 8 hours of sleep due to the way I wake up throughout the night.

Here is the visual dream journal drawing entry for the day
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tLBrkesZX0




Here are my dreams from February 25 to 27, 2018.

Round 1

In my first round of dreams, I just had some vague memories. One was of a woman I know moving to a house near me, and seeing her move in. Another was of being in a restaurant and handing someone a big pack of linens. Something at the local food store. Something with my sister at a restaurant. My old neighbors were sitting near us. We ordered beverages. I left a 2 dollar tip. We decided not to stay because the rest of our family wasn't there.

Round 2

Round 2 of dreams my memory was starting to improve again. It started with something about not doing too many house chores so the person can take care of themself. Then a part with T P, a friend from school, in my room, looking at a paper. We had to put the room lights on and they were yellowish. Maybe a carry over from yellowish lighting at the library that day.

Then I was in a bathroom stall. Listening to a lucid dreaming podcast about how people can recreate sensory experiences with their mind. And recreating sensory experiences with my own mind. Then I went out of the stall and there was a pile of dirt on the ground. I didn't want my dad to think it was food so I started to sweep it. Then I was afraid to harm the plants on the ground where I was sweeping so I stopped. I was making music in my mind.

Woke up and thought those through.

Fell asleep again and dreamed about strawberries. Then a truck pulled up and dumped out a bunch of dessert food. A cartoon character said, "put some cookies on it", and cookies covered the big strawberry. Then dessert toppings got poured all over the whole "dream screen". I woke up from this laughing.

Round 3

I was in a room full of people at a meeting type thing. I was having a 3 minute share. My timer was running but other people kept talking. I just relaxed and said they could have my share time. E S tried to take my phone and look up an article for me to read. I didn't want him to take my phone because I have personal journals on it. I had to fight him as he tried to pull my phone out of my hands. I walked out of the room. There was more stuff I wound up forgetting.

Then I was walking through a hall. A mahogany red wall appeared in front of me and I tapped it with a silver ladel to open it. i walked by a room of some people saying something like, "Ganondorfdalf" and was upset they broke my concentration. To my right I saw a screen playing something that could have been the Hobbit. I was thinking that I would be able to watch The Hobbit on cable T V now since it had been so long since it was out.

Then I had a false awakening where I woke up in my room but in a dream. The lights were on. I was standing up using my voice recorder. An Indian woman was in my bed, asking me to come lay down. I told her I have to finish dream journaling. Then I decided I could go lay down with her because there is plenty of time to dream journal. But then I was afraid I would forget my dream.

Then I was at the foot of my bed and saw a cigarette on the floor. I realized this might be a dream because there is no way there would be a cigarette in my room. I put my finger through my palm. I realized that I don't need to record my dreams into this voice recorder because it won't be there physically when I wake up. (then again, if it is all just electrons, maybe there is a way it could!) . I went to lay down with the indian woman and pushed the voice recorder off the pillow. I tried to tell her about my dreams so I would remember them upon awakening.

Then we were in a big grassy field in broad daylight. There was a scary porcupine creature we were trying to get away from. The woman hid in the bushes and called her cat to her. Then I saw a bull heading straight for her from off in the distance. The bull became a black Escalade with all shattered windows. It continued to barrel right at her. I tried to pull her to me with telekinesis. I stared at the shattered windows on the Escalade as it flew through the air in slow motion. I woke up.

I laid in bed a little bit and thought it through. I thought I would like to go back into the dream and see what happened, or if I could save her. I waited a little bit and then felt some vibrations.

I did a W I L D or D E I L D. I was conscious as I transitioned into dream state. What I first saw was like a fuzzy T V screen with black and white fuzz. I heard it going "Shhhh". Then I saw red text on a black background like a news channel. It said something like "untimely death". The woman was shown in a picture as having died. I felt horrible about this but tried to stay detached and just see what the dream would show me. The dream asked, "Do you want to know why she died? What is the reason?" Something like that. Then it showed a video game rendering of what must have been me, sweeping a walk way with water on each side. The dream said, "Inadequate Sweeping!" As the reason she died. It showed me smiling and waving at the camera twice. The video game version of me. And both times I had differently cut hair. I looked like an animal crossing or lego video game character. The dream showed puddles forming on the walk way after I left. That must have been why my sweeping was inadequate. It left puddles. I figured the dream was saying she slipped and fell in due to my not being careful.

I woke up from that in my physical bed, feeling somewhat upset. But also excited about how vivid a dream it all was. I stayed still, recalling it, hoping to be able to D E I L D once more and try to rescue her. However, that was all I got. I recorded the dream.

Round 4

I was in a class room. There was a girl on the side of the class room everyone was making a big deal about. We were getting exams back. I looked at someone else's scores and felt guilty for peeking. I got a 97. The teacher was saying how I did so well because I pay attention well. I was thinking this was because I am so dedicated to dream recall. I noticed the amount of minus ones on my paper in red ink added up to more than 3. So how was that a 97? I was thinking of what an awesome dreamer I am.

Then I was in a video game. Or playing a video game. Within the dream. I spontaneously realized it was a dream. Spontaneous Dialed. I felt fear as I made my character run from a big spider. I could shoot red fire balls. I crossed a bridge and shot some other enemies. The screen switched panels like old zelda games. I was amazed at how cool it was to be playing a unique video game in my dream.

Then I had a false awakening. I dreamed that I had woken up from playing this on the T V. My sister was there and I told her how cool I am because I dreamed of a fully functional video game. I was nervous though because I hadn't recorded the dream yet and I was afraid I would forget it. My sister was asking if she could watch the Honey mooners. I asked her if she could watch it on her phone so the sound wouldn't distract me from dream recall. I was going to go up to the living room to record my dream. I was at my Nana's house in the Den. I started to panic because I was way too active and probably forgot the dreams by now.

I woke up in my physical bed, relieved. I thought the dreams through and had a sense I had still forgotten a good amount of scenes before the exam part. Well, nothing I could do at that point, they were not coming to my mind.

Round 5

From this round of dreams all I remembered was scrolling through a bunch of texts and picture messages. One had this picture of a blue guy with a red guy over one shoulder and a whitish guy over the other. There was another graphic text about not having gluten or wheat products. There were a few more dreams from that time but I wasn't able to remember them.

Notes

Good night of dreams. I have been stepping up my waking life recall so that will hopefully help with dream recall even more. I listen to my dreams on an M P 3 during the following day to reflect on them at a deeper level. I have been doing some home remedies for restless legs which seem to have been helping.

If anyone has problems with restless legs and wants to know the different home remedies that are helping me then please comment saying so and I will explain.

Here is my dream journal drawing entry that I am trying to keep up with:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYXhxDYvnpM




Here are my dream notes from Feb 25 to 26.


The earliest I can remember is I was going to get gas at the gas station for my Dad's car. I was lining up my gas tank with the gas pump. I had to turn my car around so it would be on the correct side.

my dad was about to go out somewhere. I was leaning against my door waiting to answer but then he left. Then I was trying to run to the front window to say bye.

As I ran through the hall way, I ran into younger versions of S L and J J, two executives at a company I worked for many years ago. S L reached out to give me a hand shake. He said happy anniversary.

Next I was sliding down a hill or slide thing that was just a wire. Something about vitamins and vitamin E. I flew over some people and farted. I don't remember that part too clearly.

Then there was this part which had more detail but I only remembered it vaguely. It was a church service that was taking a really long time. Someone was saying how this was such a treat but I did not agree. There was also something to do with sprinkles that no one wanted.

Then there was this video thing with M R and his girlfriend. Everyone got a box with a gift inside and I didn't want to open the box I was given. Something about pressuring me to open the box.

Then I was at a gym, and talking about someone from a message board but changed their user name as I talked. I was hearing about a bodybuilder who needed 4 days off before a leg workout because he did a rest pause set of squats going up to 28 reps after a heavier straight set.

A lot of these dream memories were a bit blurrier or less detailed.








Second round of dreams.

Something with Dad, maybe going somewhere with Dad? Couldn't get memory back.

Then V S and some other people from my college were sitting with me. I was complaining about their smoking and they didn't like it. They were getting tired of it and wanted to beat me up. V S was being really quiet but I had the sense he was plotting in his mind how to take me down. I think they started ganging up on me more.

Then my friend C S was sitting at a grey table in a cafeteria room and I joined him. He was being really nice and asked me an interesting, friendly question. However I was not in a good mood from the previous scene, so I didn't answer. I felt like he was my enemy too even though he was being friendly. Because I felt like everyone was against me.
Then I was fighting with this old man about something. I forgot what, but I know I was right. Anyway the dream showed an over head view of a map of where I live, with shifting colors.

That man was on a team with another person, and I had one other person on my team. We fought and they took out my team mate. So it was two of them against me. They almost had me cornered in this corridor type of room but I managed to get myself safe and subdue them. It was close.
Then I was with another friend. There was a sense those bad guys were still coming after us. I looked through these open lockers or cabinets in this next corridor we were in. They were navy blue with orange protein jugs and vitamin bottles inside. We left a lot of them partially open. I was afraid to leave them exposed because the bad guys might steal all my protein and vitamins. But my friend said it didn't matter. I guess we were in a hurry to get away.

We got to this kitchen room still feeling some of the energy from the chase. There was a Nintendo 2 D S X L (it said that on the box) on the counter. It only had one small screen though and I wondered how anyone would play Pokemon on it. The screen would be like 2 inches for each panel. But, it was actually for doing a "spin move" when connected to a Wii.

There was this thing about the "spin move" being stackable meaning if I kept doing the spin move, it got more powerful each time. So it took some finesse but then the person could have a really effective move. Then I was in the local mall, looking at a store front that was all pink, beneat the escalator to the food courts. In waking life, it isn't pink. I was headed to the right, which in waking life would be Ikea.
Then I went into this room and I was sitting around with a group of people. I was looking at some womens faces which appeared very vivid. The next thing I knew was that these women were pulling out cigarettes to smoke. They were just lighting the tip for a quick puff and then putting it away because we were indoors. This made me very mad. Then they were lighting rolled up dollar bills in their mouths. One woman had a one dollar bill and another had a hundred dollar bill. I took them out of their mouths and threw them on the ground. This made them upset. The owner of the place came in and she told me I was being violent. I told her those women were violent for lighting cigarettes indoors. It became a fight. Then they were all crowd surfing me but in an unfriendly manner.

I felt like I couldn't get away. I was watching the ceiling go by above me and saw that it was padded. Then I realized it was a dream. I still couldn't get down though. Eventually I got down and found this walnut shell with a hole in it. I could use it to shoot blue lazers at people. I shot blue lazers at some people and flew away. So much for conflict resolution within lucid dreams! .

Then I was flying in a really nice neighborhood. I was amazed at how huge and nice these houses were. I think I had forgotten it was a dream by now. I flew around this grey house and into a bedroom that was mine in the dream context. My room mate was sleeping and he turned over in his bed when I came in. I thought I had woken him but was relieved to see he was still asleep. The walls turned from orange to blue. I went to look down the hallway for a window to fly out. One had spider webs. I flew out another.

When I landed, there was a thin worm in my hand. I felt bad for taking it away from its home and put it on the ground. It got really big and burrowed into the ground. Then I saw a red centipede thing as I walked barefoot along the ground.

Then I was in a kitchen. There was a giant 5 foot long by 3 foot wide rectangular metal cooking pan by the dish washer. I guessed that they must not wash it too often due to how big it is. There was other food in this part.

Then my mom was in a van with her friend and my sister. Her friend was smoking a cigarette so I was staying away. My Mom wanted milk for her ice coffee. So I was pouring milk in both of our ice coffees. But her friend couldn't have any.










Round 3 of dreams.

Something about thinking of the right Pokemon music, having to do with elements.

Then there was a big row of people all doing calf raises. I was falling behind on one leg but it was time to move on. Then I was rubbing blue stuff on my legs. Maybe an R L S treatment.

Telling someone I don't do something any more IE eat a lollipop idk what it was.

Something about being sued or being sued by people who really know how to squeeze every last drop out of ya.

There was a big blanket hanging outside.

Something about bringing our clothes outside or leaving them in an indoor wardrobe. I didn't see the need to bring them outside into the cold. 2 women wanted to leave their clothes in the indoor wardrobe too.
In another part my Mom had visited. She was driving a brown car. She was going to drive the car to the bus stop and then take the bus home. But I worried she would need the car when she got home and not have it, or my sister would need it. I was trying to figure out something to do about this before my Mom left.

I was driving my silver car to catch up with my mom. I saw her to the side and then slipped into a grassy ditch. I kind of panicked but then revved the engine and I was out. I heard this guy my Mom was walking by tell her that I am clumsy or something like that. He was trying to hit on my mom by saying that, not knowing I was her son.

I went and confronted the guy, but he had gotten up. His friends said he would be right back. Sure enough, there he was. He sat down accross from me. I told him I didn't like what he said. What are you gonna do, fight me? He replied. No, I said, that would be violent. Oh, then, what, and they presented another extreme. No, but I am going to tell you that I didn't like what you said. and I went on to lecture the guy about casting judgment on others very heatedly.

I was asking him how he would feel if he were in the dairy section of the grocery store and over heard people talking about him saying he was fat or ugly. Then I pointed to his rice cooker and told him it had 7 hairs in it because he judged me 7 times. So he should stop being so judgmental. I started to lose my voice within the dream and woke up.

It was funny because I woke up whispering this lecture in my physical bed for a few moments before I realized what was going on. Too bad I muted my voice recorder. It would have been interesting to hear.

In another part of the dream there was a PC that won't run "broken programs". It had a black back ground with grey text.

There was also another vague or blurry detail of talking to someone.







Round 4 of dreams.

There were some cool parts I forgot. One might have been of standing over a volcano to drop something in.

There were some pictures of people on a circular table that I was covering with a white towel.

Then there was a really vivid book of nature photos in really high quality photography. I was looking for the date it was published and couldn't find it. Then I found it said June 17, 2017. The two dates I saw before that didn't seem right.

Then I was on an internet forum. A guy posted about how he was going to go on a binge one night but chose to eat oatmeal instead. He didn't feel so bad about himself then. What a nice story.

I showed it to my sister and she got upset. She told me how her friend used to drive off into traffic. Something about that forum brought that up for her. She was crying and said she didn't want to talk about it. I went to a drop down menu on the forum on my sister's account. I clicked it and selected the word "Forever". The drop down menu was how much support you want to give the person.

Then I was with my friend W. We were looking through the message board and then the computer screen became a cabinet. There were some chips or noodles in there. I took them out but felt like they didn't belong to me. But they were stale so no one must have wanted them. W said they were made from protein, not gluten. So I could eat them. I think they had some sauce.





Dream recall on this night seemed a little weaker than last night. I worked more waking life recall the next day to try to keep my dream recal stronger.

Here is my dream journal entry in drawing format:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oKZS-sqJy3k

Feel free to just watch a minute if you don't want to watch it all





Here are my dreams from February 24 to 25, 2018.






First round of dreams.

My memory of the dreams from the first time I got up starts with a scene with my mom. We were near some big ravine or hole in the ground. There was some kind of creepy entity or something. Couldn't remember it in any more detail though.

There was a part where my sister and I were in the car with a baby. Then I was walking through my town near this brick part, and two people said hi to me, but I was in a bad mood and couldn't get myself to respond. Then I walked by a friend I knew and he had a big turkey and cheese sandwich on whole wheat bread. He was saying how there weren't enough cold cuts. I told him he should buy the cold cuts in bulk. There were already a lot on there though. It was toasted and I think I had some. It was in tin foil.

In the next part I remember I was in a hall way adjusting my pants. I was thinking of what I was going to tell L K about video game dynamics. I was thinking of explaining it using all "I" statements. Then I went to the room she was in waiting for me. But in the next room I had to adjust my pants again. While I adjusted my pants I was thinking about dealing with my jealousy. Then I went in there and there was another guy with L K. Telepathically from the dream intelligence I knew it was the guy's birthday. I wanted to seem cool so I invited the guy to stay with us, even though I wanted it to be just L K & myself. I thought this would ruin my chance with L K (A woman I was interested in).


Then a part where I was walking through my neighborhood, thinking of an electrician job that I could get. Then as I turned a corner I got more excited about a potential government funded job that would pay very well.

That was the last thing I remembered from those dreams. As usual, from first rounds of dreams, my recall took a hit from needing to get up to pee. For the rest of the night, I wake up every 30 to 90 minutes, but for the first 3 to 6 hours of the night I usually sleep all the way through. So when I wake up the first time, I have dreams I could remember, but I need to go pee. I try to stay in bed as long as I can but holding in that pee for too long sure does hurt. In recent nights however I have been able to have decent dream recall of my dreams from my first wake up where as in the past I would totally forget it all by the time I got back to bed.

Also I have been dreaming of L K a lot but I never see her in waking life. So I think I want to check if I am dreaming when I see her and ask her why she is still in my dreams.






Here were the dreams from the second time I recorded them.

Something about writing a dream in the present tense, dream chaining, writing dreams.

Then I was in this food store with my mom and sister. We met my aunt and uncle on the platform between two sets of stairs.

A Cashier kid wanted to be my friend but I said he was too young to be my friend. That is kind of sad. We were talking near some shelves about metaphysics and life. and he said What % is metaphysical? I said 35% and he said 5%.

Then I went into a Small movie theater with my mom and sister, and maybe other relatives who we met there. Pokemon information was showing on the screen. There was a Pokemon called X Y Veltal, a fusion between Xerneas and Yveltal from the X and Y games. It was chasing me. I was trying to open the start menu but the game kept running even while I had my start menu open. Then I was running on these board walks or wooden bridges. Eventually I hid in this bush. Then two women saw me and said, "Is that you?!" In an angry tone as if they had caught me.

I may have forgot some stuff but then in the next part, I was in this restaurant job. A guy was sitting at a table with his feet up. He was kicking mopping fluid all over the place. He said he didn't care if it was bad for his skin. He just wanted the floor clean so he could make money. He had a you tube channel with 7 viewers called "Cathryn is a Beaver". I thought it sounded mean. It was all about being a waiter. Someone else talked about a woman named Sashy who had 100 viewers. She had a channel about horses.

There might have been something after that part, but I forgot. I felt like I initially remembered something but then it was gone by the time I tried to think back to that part. After remembering more earlier parts.






Third round of dreams.

I had this one dream where i was in this water at night time. I was wearing a white shirt with a silver wire running down it. The wire was used to reveal my location. I was sort of helping the police catch this sea monster thing who was going to blow up the water. It was more of a humanoid sea monster thing. The dream showed a cut scene of the police trying to swim towards the location with lights on. I didn't remember it that well because as I was thinking about it, I fell back asleep at first. Luckily I managed to recover some parts. It is an interesting feeling when I could guess 100 guesses and none of them are it. But when the dream detail comes to mind, I know that was exactly it.

Another part of that dream involved being under a grey bridge. And then there was a hole in the bridge for trucks to dump their bathroom through. Then it landed in a pipe. But someone was in the pipe. Maybe that was how they got the sea monster.




When I fell back asleep, I dreamed of my Dad driving me to the local intermediate school. but in the dream, I thought it was L V or G C. I didn't want to tell my Dad how I didn't want to go to a church.

When i got to this place it was some kind of event. There was a bin of markers on a chair. I thought that people had stolen my sister's markers. I was asking my sister if her markers had been stolen while trying not to let other people there overhear me. I was also buying her new markers.

In another part, a woman was making me eggs. The dream repeated twice. The second time it was only 2 P M and I wasn't ready for the eggs yet. Then I suddenly remembered that I fell asleep without recording the previous dream and woke up L O L. Does that count as a lucid dream? .







Round 4 of dreams.

There was a part with a Pokeball opening up and a person coming out. Like how they have the lazers that come out of the Poke balls.

Then i was battling Reshiram and Zekrom in the clouds. I couldn't catch them so i had to blow them away. I remember one after the other appearing on the cloud and I had to blow them away into a red sky. maybe I had Tornadus.

Something about Ditto healing its own H P. And a Muk who would use Toxic on the opponent. Then it had a made up move called Holo Haul which caused it to recover H P based on how much damage was dealt by toxic. the Muk glowed when it used Holo Haul.

In the next dream my Dad was raking some leaves. He raked a straight line of leaves. I was supposed to rake too, but didn't want to. I had a broom. I was sweeping the leaves by the road at our old house. I had swept some away when my Dad said to stop because there were worms in the ground. And something about the birds eating them.

Then this part where I had a lucid moment. I was seeing myself or a character running from a side scroller video game point of view. Then 3 really obvious dream signs appeared. or thats how it felt to me while I was dreaming. I was like, that is so obvious it is a dream. The third one was a big bear in the window. I stared at the bear a while and then woke up. I couldn't really think of what to do and it didn't feel like I had a body to use.






Fif round of dreams, yo.

I was driving to and from a local food store in the dark. I vaguely remember being by the door.

Then I was in the kitchen of our old house. I was on the phone with someone who asked where I had been. I told them I had been meditating a lot the last few days, no bad news or anything. There was a bunch of stuff in a pile blocking the fridge. I didn't want my Dad to have to move it so I decided I would move it out of the way.

There was this part where it showed some guy who sucked peoples hearts out with a machine and ate them. Then the person was building a free educational center. It seemed benevolent but I knew he was kind of masking his dark side. There were some nurse ladies with a cleaning cart. I went into the educational place I think.

I was Reading a book then closing it and imagining the rest. I was Thinking in terms of some kind of humility religion. Then I realized I wasn't really predicting the ending of the book. And I was thinking, What is happening to my brain? I felt like I was being brain washed.

There was a part that showed Perfect Cell from D B Z. His face opened up into a rectangle of white light for a power blast kind of thing. I remember the bright white light.

Then there was a guy with an afro. The dream scene was orange and pink. The guy was shooting tiny dots of white light very rapidly from his finger tips. He was a bad guy though. I was thinking how he can't be in "bipolar color" because he is not the highest higher power. Only the highest higher power could be in "bipolar color." I was this little Kartana thing and fighting him. But I only remember it vaguely. Very vivid though.

Then I was Walking through a hallway to a movie theater or my nana's room. There were Light switches each at the top of each set of stairs. I heard Music notes when stepping on these green parts of the floor. There were multiple sets of stairs as I walked along the hallway.

Then I was in my Nana's bed by myself, where I guess I had dreamed that i was sleeping. The land line rang and woke me up. The land line has woke me up in other dreams too. That's a good dream sign because I always turn the ringer off at night. I saw the name on it but forgot the name. Then I was on my Nana's couch sleeping more. My Aunt came in and tried to plug in a lamp behind me. She told me I should go play volleyball outside. I told her I am just enjoying my sleep because I had lots of insomnia this past week. In the dream, without being aware I was dreaming, I thought back to my waking life and how I implemented a home remedy for restless legs that has been helping me. (Look up bar soap in bed for restless legs). I was afraid my uncle would come give me a hard time for sleeping in.

then I was filling out a form for a workout buddy thing. I put my actual land line number which was interesting. Then it had two slots for social media or blog pages. I considered putting my dream views dream journal.





...And that was all! I listened to my voice notes from the dreams a bunch of times and did a dream drawing session in the link above. I was a lot more focused today because listening to my dreams helped.

In addition to typing them up I have been attempting some artistic rendering of my dreams each day. Whatever images they give me I try to draw. Todays video is here for anyone interested:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRkDvgjXgx8

I am enjoying the drawing process so I think I will keep at it.

Here is the write up.

My first dream I remembered was that there were two boats. I was with a group of people on one boat and we were going to get this ancient boat somewhere in the ocean. I couldn't remember any further back, unfortunately, but I wish I could have because it was really cool. There was a guy talking about how he had this dream that he tried to convert into art or music. He got going on it but then he couldn't finish. There was also this part where I was sitting with some other people. This professor guy was saying that I should check this box that says "gitzo". It meant schizophrenic. So I took out the folder with the paper work and I asked him, "Do you mind if I tell you my theory about schizophrenia?" So he said "sure". So I said, something along the lines of, "I think everyone has an inner child who is repressed and that's where it comes from. It is totally natural for this part of the personality to exist. Does that make any sense to you?" and he said it made sense to him. That was a good feeling.

There was another part with this golden brown colored dog and someone saying that someone should be patient with the dog. And then yelling at someone. Then it was like they pushed 4 people off a cliff while they were sitting in a car. So the dream showed them falling down into the cliff backwards in the car.

Some of this is a little jumbled. It seemed like the same people I was on the boat with got into this truck thing. And we were driving down the road to this house where there was some kind of partying weekend.

on the way there, someone was smoking a cigarette on the side of the road we passed by. I panicked and held my breath but didn't smell it. Of course it was because it was a dream but I didn't know that. It was some kind of fraternity pledging thing. All the new pledges were there but they were happy I was there because I was an alumni. There was a big dark colored cake there but there was a bunch of plates of white slices of cake they had stolen from the dining hall.

Then there was this song that played. The chorus or hook of the song kept saying Corona over and over. While that played, two heavier guys were fighting. The floor beneath them was covered in Corona beer. So I guess it was supposed to be all slippery and tricker to fight on. I wasn't interested in participating! .

Then there was this story of a guy who had a lot of distractions. The dream said he had 100,000 distractions. He cut them all out and he got so much better.

There was this football practice thing with R A and some other people from high school. Something about hitting each other. I didn't remember it too clearly.

In this one part people were trying to "set me up" with K L. Then there was this part with J from another meeting I had gone to.

Then I was in an apartment with my sister and another woman. The woman was pregnant. On the stove there were two silver pans going, each with four eggs and cheese cooking in them. There was some egg left in one pan and I thought the pregnant woman wanted to save it for later. But it turned out she wanted to eat that part, too.

M R showed up in the dream. He was telling me how someone had to go see this therapist in Russia. But it wasn't Russia like the country. It was referring to a Russian part of New York, like China Town, but for Russian people. It said it was 36 dollars an hour for one day but on certain days I could do 45 minutes in addition to that hour, like Tuesday or Thursday or something, and that would cost me 76 dollars all together. Of course my response was that I don't even have the 36, let alone 76. I thought of asking my Dad but felt bad about it. The therapist was supposed to be able to help me with my anger issues.

There may have been something with Pokemon at the end. A kid had a certain card at a certain level of the game. Not sure exactly what. These dream memories were weird because I thought them through from beginning to end without moving. But by the time I was talking through them, my memory had faded. That is kind of unusual since my memory usually holds up. I think it has to do with some factors of my life lately so I want to identify those and get them back in balance so my dream recall doesn't suffer too much.




The rest of my dreams I won't type so perfectionistically. I have been making a voice recording over night which has most of the details. But here is the rest of the dreams that I can remember.

I forgot a whole round of dreams somehow. Just too dead asleep, both mentally and physically. I remember the dreams being eventful, and waking up and thinking of them a bit. All I got was "remember rabbit", and a scene in my room where I heard some loud plastic cars driving by. Like the kids tricycle car things. And thinking I had woken up without any dreams again.



The next dreams were very eventful. I was in a class room with tables. A girl had cut her hand and I tried to help her. She bled on my foot. Then I went into a bathroom stall to try to clean my foot. I was using a soapy sponge. A guy tried to push his way in and the door was bending. I told him to go away, I have to clean my foot.

Then there was this scene in a field. These hyenas were approacing my friends, I guess to attack. Some cats were approaching me to attack. I combined a cat and a hyena into a swingable weapon to push away the other cats and hyenas. I realized it was a dream and had some lucidity for a little bit. But I didn't do anything with the lucidity, except just be happy I noticed it was a dream. The dream pretty much continued as it would have otherwise. My friends had 2 Charmanders with heads like crocodiles.

Then I was in this office or lecture hall type of building. A woman was writing on a chalk board. She talked about how she smoked. I was mad at her. I gave her a hard time about her smoking and tried to make sure she didn't get a good lecturing room for her course. I sat at a table with six executive guys. I wasn't supposed to be there so I left. But then they hired me for some job. One woman was on my side about being mad at the smokers. Another woman was neutral but told me how it has to do with brain chemistry. Her face was very vivid. There were some other parts in this dream too. I am not taking them for granted its just that I have them all voice recorded already so I am not trying to be too perfectionistic about typing it.

There was this one part where my face had a pig nose. I had shaved my hair and beard for the job. I was surprised to see my face like this in the mirror. I couldn't beleive I had made such a decision.

In another part we were trying to recover a computer file from a conversation we had.

Then I woke up and recorded it. I had a dream in between these about wearing a leather jacket with a house plant sticking out. A rap song was playing about how plants do things.

Then I woke up, recorded that, and went to sleep again. This time I dreamed of the same location as the first dream. There was one part with someone scolding a guy. Then he was punching a punching bag and I was saying how I supported him (the guy who was being scolded) since scolding is wrong. Then a bathroom with 187 seconds on the door. Then a woman trying to get me to watch her things by the stairs. but I had to be at my new job by 9 and it was already 8:30. my mom was there too. Then my friend P N was saying how I gave up O B E's to work at this place and I was like their savior. I told them I didn't give up O B E's. I could do both. Then P N said O B E's are the real experience.

I listened to the M P 3 of my dreams from my voice recorder a few times through now. Glad to have those. It is cool listening to it multiple times because it really makes me think about it more.

Here are visual DJ entries that I am trying out:
Part 1 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ReSpYoArgiY
Part 2 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1oZ_ySfYIQ





Here are the dreams from Feb 22 to 23.



First round of dreams.

The earliest thing I remember from these dreams is something with fighting with my Uncle. I remember seeing his face up close. But I had to get up to use the bathroom before I could fully recall the dream.

After that there was a part where I was in my room in my old house. My Dad, mom and sister were all there. I remembered more about the parts of my old house after remembering later parts of the dream which is always nice. I was looking in the mirror in my bed room. I was flexing or something like that and then I realized my door was open and I didn't want anyone to see me flexing. I went and laid down in my bed. I was laying down to rest but I thought the bed was too hard. At first it felt like a rock but then it softened a good amount.

There was something about how I was going out later at night, like a little past 7. But past dark. And then my Dad would have to come pick me up late at night and drive me home. There was a football and track field to my left in the visual of this part. And part of the town I was in. My Dad was telling me that if I went somewhere at night, I would have to balance it and only go a few nights a week, not every night. Because it was a lot of work for him to do all that driving. I started telling him and my mom that I already have enough activity in my life and I don't need the thing after 7. In fact on the other nights, I fall asleep around 7 anyway, so I must need the sleep on the other nights too. So I could just go to bed and then they wouldn't have to take me anywhere. My Dad told me that I could go a few nights a week but I said, you know what, I really think it would be healthier if I just got the sleep I needed.

I was walking through the sidewalk of this city place and there was like a couple who was walking together. The girl was throwing her coffee on the guy but it was not an attack. It was more like just a joke. The town or city place had light grey side walks and grey buildings. More stuff happened there but I wasn't able to remember it.

After that I was in this kind of mall place. E R, M B and M M, 3 girls from my high school, were there. It was like all the girls who lived on this one road while we were growing up so maybe it was S F instead of M M. I was saying that they look great and I was happy to see them. D F appeared off to the side but she was with a guy so I didn't really talk to her as much. I didn't actually get the words out that they all look nice due to shy ness or feeling like it is weird to say that to a whole group of women instead of individually.

Then there was a part where we were all filling out this form. I had to put a G P A on it on the bottom left. I was going to just joke around and put the highest possible score or even higher than possible G P A scores just to be funny because I am already done with school.

Then we were sitting around a pool table or an upside down shelf table with slats facing up. It seemed to morph from one to the other. M S was there, and he had a girl friend but I think she was not actually there. Just an understanding that he had a girl friend. M M was there and M S's mom. It was some kind of party.
They had filled up balloons with helium so they floated and my Nana had also filled up some balloons for us. Someone was asking how we made all those balloons.

Someone was giving advice about how to quit cigarettes by having some kind of purple and orange pie in the morning instead of a cigarette. I was thinking to myself how that didn't really seem like it would work because the cigarette would overwhelm the pie thing. But I didn't want to be a downer and discourage M M who was the one trying to quit smoking. Maybe if she believed in it, it could work for her. M M was sitting right next to one head of the table where L C was, and then an empty seat, then M S, then one more seat, then head of table, then 3 or 4 people along the other side of the table.

There was a part where I was walking around that table. I was going to sit between M M and M S. I started to put down my plate or my stuff at that table place but then realized M M was quitting smoking so I don't want to sit near her. So I moved to the other side of M S kind of on the corner of the table. Initially I was going to sit with her because I like her but then I decided it wouldn't be a good relationship due to her smoking. I don't think she smokes in waking life but I haven't seen her in years.

As I walked around the table counter clock wise, there were one or two really big quarters on the ground. I picked them up and threw them on the table when it was a pool table. I thought they belonged to M S.

Something about shoveling up snow near a local food store? .

Then in the room with the table it was time to go for a swim. Then there was a part about how things in the dream world are the same for everyone, just using different symbols. Like the symbols were kind of similar too just the equivalents from different cultures. I was telling everyone how a swim is great but a surprise swim makes it even better. I wasn't expecting to have the chance to swim that day. People agreed.

Then my sister came in through a glass door at the front of the room. She had a big box with a cake in it. She was wearing a big puffy coat. I felt bad that my sister got there because she had to walk all that way. I was thinking how she could have asked me to drive her and I would have been glad to. I couldn't eat the cake due to processed sugar and flour. But I was thinking I will just put the cake in front of me like a decoration.

Well, that was actually good dream recall. I wished that some more of the details had stuck with me but overall it was pretty good dream recall for the first dream. Especially even after having to get up. So my dream recall muscle is definitely improving. I think waking life recall journaling is helping a lot.

For some reason I woke up thinking I wouldn't need to dream journal because I would dream the exact same thing as yesterday. Of course like any other night I had fresh new dreams tonight.

I had some mild lucidity in these next dreams. The first one I remember is that I was outside this office building. G A was working there. It was red orange marble in the whole place. There was a mattress against the wall in the main lobby. It was like where the Post Office is in L V. I saw G A go by and up the stairs. I thought I should talk to him. I didn't go all the way up the stairs. I saw a quarter on my way back down the stairs and realized I was dreaming. I am not sure why the quarter made me get lucid. It was just kind of a spontaneous Dialed. I got down the stairs somehow, maybe walked or flew, and then I decided that it would be cool to talk to G A in my L D. So I started to look for him. He was going back down the stairs so I started to follow him. But then I felt the dream would collapse if I tried to do anything. It was very fragile. So, I changed my mind and decided not to go after him. I had to keep the L D going. I tried to rub my hands but it didn't work. I woke up from the dream into semi sleep paralysis and thought it through until luckily another dream started.

In the new dream, I started out non lucid. But then I realized it was a dream somehow. I forgot exactly how, it just kind of dawned on me. So I went over to the next room and there were 3 people on a couch. One was a woman wearing blue. They were watching something in Spanish. I tried to talk to them in Spanish to ask them to help me relax in the dream. Como se relaxar? Something like that. Probably not the exact word in Spanish. They didn't understand me. I thought to rub my hands but I didn't think of spinning.

I woke up from that dream, too. But another dream began. This one I was on a computer at the start but I didn't realize it was a dream. I think it jumped quickly to another dream.

There was this one really abstract seeming part. Someone had a bed in a gazebo thing outdoors. They were rolling to their other side in the bed, as if they were rolling over in their sleep. It wasn't me. But I had the sense that within the dream I was out of body from that person's body. And it was interesting seeing "my own" body move from outside of it. That was just a short dream fragment.

In the next dream, I was in the room I lived in as a kid, at my Nana's. I was on a computer that had a picture of those three people I tried speaking to in Spanish from earlier in the dream. I was looking at it like, oh, cool, there is actually a picture of them from my dream. But I thought it was waking life already. So I thought it was cool to have a picture of people from my dream. (This is why asking how did I get here? and do I remember waking up this morning? are things I need to practice more. ) I realized I was dreaming though within moments and so again I was like, okay, let's try to stabilize this one. This song came on that went, "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming" and some other words. That is pretty cool. The lyrics to the whole song were on the computer screen. I was able to make sense of them within the dream. They were clearly written words. But, I wasn't able to remember them once I had woken up. I almost thought I would remember them. I felt like the dream was showing me the lyrics too fast for me to be able to remember them. I realized I need to stabilize the dream so i tried a finger palm test. It didn't really go through. Then I started to wake up, and the dream collapsed.

I fell asleep again while thinking through those. I think i might have had more dreams after but I didn't remember any for some reason. Maybe it wasn't a dreaming part of the sleep cylce. I had more dreams after that.

I dreamed that I was with some people looking for an S N L actor. Something like a consultant and a web site with different things. It was hard to read but it said, weld, weld, weld, number, weld, weld. I could make out the words if I really tried. I don't think I was lucid in this one though. I got lucid again a little later. Something with a coat hanger. Then he was on a pay phone.

Then I was in a room that felt like my current room. I was setting a grey framed glass digital clock to a certain alarm. It said 4:01 and there were dots for A M or P M. I tried to switch it to 4:01 P M but was afraid that I might be napping at that time. So I wanted to turn the alarm completely off but I couldn't see how. I switched it to 2:01 P M and it said 16 hours later, even though it was 4:01 A M. Something about the math seemed unusual but it didn't quite trigger lucidity.

So then I was going out to the driveway to throw out garbage. I had some pants with me and an old plant. The driveway was oriented differently though, more like L V R C's driveway than my current driveway. I was bringing out a dead stalk from my indoor mint plant and I noticed some of the leaves looked more alive than usual. I wondered if it had come back to life. I jammed the clipping into the soil along the side of the drive way. It went in alright even though I was expecting the ground to be frozen. Then my pants were by this puddle of mirky water near the curb. I went in the water to get them and it was waist deep. I realized this water was very gross. I thought it was waking life but I wished it was a dream. When I woke up my physical bed, it turned out it was! .

In the next dream, some cool stuff happened, and I became lucid. So as it started, I was at the Arboretum, near the deck thing where you can see frogs from. I was on a computer trying to work some computer program. I was also on the phone bridge and I heard some people talking. I remember looking at the time and it was around when that meeting usually ended. I was not happy about it because it meant I was up too early. Then it kind of reset and I was going through it again. This time it was 6:40 A M or so and F was talking about a business meeting. The moderator who I figured was A replied something about how we all want to labour. It wasn't quite her voice though but she usually moderated on Fridays. So then I think I realized it was a dream somehow. Maybe F didn't sound like himself or something. It was funny though because I thought of 6:35 A M which was when the meeting ended on business meeting days.

So I think this was when I became lucid. I flew up into the sky and got dream blindness. But I could still feel myself flying. Then I kind of landed. I was trying to think of what dream goals to go for. The dream was playing this audio thing of all these ideas of dream goals which was kind of cool. I had a tupperware full of "sand mud" and so I ate some of that. It tasted bad so I spit it out. One of the dream goals that came to mind was to blast a huge stream of colorful orbs out of my mouth. So I tried to open my mouth and sort of project energy into doing that, but nothing happened. I really tried very hard to make colorful orbs shoot out of my mouth, over the pond with the geyser thing.

At one point I also thought of peeing in the dream. I think I felt my physical body needing to go. But I decided that I wouldn't wake myself up for that. I would just hold it or try to ignore it. It went away.

The dream answered my request in an indirect way by making a truck full of orange basketballs appear. I jumped into it and was hanging off the edge of the outside of the truck. Then I got back in. Then I was sitting in the back of the truck. Other people were sitting there eating at a table.

I heard a song I knew or thought I heard earlier in the dream. I was glad to hear it again because I would have a chance to try to remember it. The first line was, "My friends describin' me, I'm an alligator in a tall, tall, tall sea," or, "My friends providin' me, I'm an alligator in a tall, tall, tall tree," but I wasn't sure which. I think it was the first one because thats what I said on my voice recorder. The words continued but I realized that if I tried to memorize the whole thing in one listen, it wouldn't work. So I talked over the sound level of the dream song by just repeating that one line of the song to myself. In doing this, I memorized it. I figured I better catch the one sentence instead of nothing. Then I could catch the rest of the song in later dreams if it ever played again.

This dream made me really inspired to see if I could make a song out of lyrics I hear within dreams. Without adding any of "my" own lyrics.

Also, in the physical world, it was Friday morning. Within my dream I was aware of that and I was glad I had taken the garbage out last night, so that I could stay in the dream, without having to worry about the garbage not being taken out.

In my last dream I was in this grey factory place. A guy from a T V show was flying a plane. I didn't actually see him but the dream kind of told me telepathically what T V character it was. They were going to drop a missile on this big grey factory tower we were in but then they changed their plans so they would freeze us into the building first. I could see shiny blue ice all over this place like it was cartoon ice, with the icicles. I saw this grey receptionist desk type of thing from a frontal view and Ask Ketchum was at the desk. It was all dark grey. Ash was looking over at the ice and pointing to it.

I was attempting to DEILD or WILD from this dream but I couldn't stop my mind. I am becoming more aware of how my mind actually keeps my body from going into sleep and dreaming mode.

Here are the videos that go with these dreams where I draw them
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKB1q-oO6bU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bGZzWyKukzA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdgwS7xWwCo
It looks like I accedentally deleted part 4




One of the first things I remember from this dream is I was eating some kind of bone in chicken, fish, or ribs. My Aunt had given it to me. Then I found out it was 2 weeks old. I tried to tell myself it was okay since it had been cooked. My Dad ate some, either to make sure it wasn't bad for me, or to help me feel less uncomfortable about having eaten it. I remember looking at the food and seeing the meat on the bone.

There was a scene where I was in a bathroom. I was using the toilet and using 12 cleaning wipes. That would be a lot to use in one go so I was thinking it was too much. My Aunt B kept coming in the bathroom while I was not fully dressed and I was yelling at her. Fighting with her to make her go away.

Then I was fully dressed but there was this guy in the bathroom. We were fighting. I was winning most of the time but it was not an easy fight. Then at one point the guy kind of had me cornered to where I couldn't reall y get away from him. But I somehow got out of that just in time. I managed to pin him to the ground face down. I was spitting on the side of his face. He had a beard. I spit twice on the side of his face. I was very angry at him because he kept messing with me and messing with me. I asked him, "are you done messing with me now?!" He said he still wasn't. This made me so angry. I clearly had defeated him but he didn't care. I don't remember exactly what he was doing.

Then the guy was gone but there was a dog in the bathroom. Maybe it happened in a different order. I think I was supposed to not let the dog out. But I was so annoyed by the dog for whatever reason that I let it out the bathroom. it ran out into the open road and accross the open road. I hoped the dog would get to Petco and then Petco would adopt the dog and find someone to take the dog in. then whoever the dog actually belonged to could go to petco and trace the dog back through the records to find out who had adpoted it. I just wanted that dog out of my hair! .

This is why I think I got the order backwards. maybe I fought the guy last and the dog was before that. Because I got out and saw A M and his Dad in a truck, working. I was surprised they were working contracting jobs. Then I saw K T and he was smoking a cigarette. I started to see some grey smoke being puffed into the air. Then suddenly I had a laso or a whip. I was able to swing it at him and knock the cigarette out of his mouth. He was really mad at me. I had to swing the thing two times to get the cigarette to really go away.

Then there were 3 guys. K T, A M and T R were all sort of ganging up on me. Kind of like saying I thought I was tough when I fought the guy in the bathroom. I thought I was tough when I knocked K T's cigarette down. But now I would have to take on all 3 of them. I was sort of backing down, backing away, hoping to avoid this. I had moments where I thought I might have a chance but I mainly doubted myself. And for good reason, 3 on 1 isn't really fair. There was also this guy S who I haven't seen since fifth grade but I never got along well with him. I remember seeing his face.

We wound up standing in a circle. I accidentally touched a guy's hand and he gave me a funny look. It was just a mistake. Now we were talking as if it were a support group for addictions. Someone was saying how seeking the answer over and over might keep the person getting the same answer but that is a good thing.

Brady bunch thing in a house? Older women there.

Then it showed a video game of this brown sort of rock world. The character was doing wall jumps like in mario, up to the top of a cliff thing. The dream was saying how it was like Final Fantasy. And how Final Fantasy kept having to have new games because there was never an end. So the character of this game was running around this brown path, I guess a mountainous place, and collecting coins as he ran like in Mario. The coins were shiny goldenrod yellow.

The reason the dream said there was never an end to the games was that everyone's consciousness was sort of held within these gold coins. No matter what they did, at the end of it all, they could not get their consciousness to expand beyond the form of the gold coin. To the video game character's right, there was an empty water basin like a big empty pond. It had some kind of thin fog in it. And there were all of these gold coins moving around in there. I felt such hopelessness about the state of these gold coins.

There was one stack of gold coins that was supposed to get used for something. Then there were gold coins who were supposed to be in charge. There was a gold couch in an office. There was a gold rectangle that looked like a gold hundred dollar bill on a gold plate. That was like a really important figure. There was a stack of the gold coins. The final fantasy character jumped in and landed on top of the stack of coins, sending them flying all over the place. The gold rectangle was really angry about it and the gold coin in charge was trying to calm him down. It was like some big business deal that the big gold dollar bill thing was going to make a big purchase from the executive gold coin and then now that final fantasy character might have messed up the whole deal.

I guess that was everybody's soul? Embodied in the gold coin. I am not sure. So the final fantasy game was saying it is hopeless because in the end, everybody's soul is trapped like that in eternity.

After that, some more stuff happened in this dream that I could remember.

There was something about a therapist.

Some women were talking about organizing something. There were also some guys talking about organizing files a certain way. To set up some kind of an audio file. My memory of this got kind of blurred. The women had lists of files. Everyones list of files had their name and then zero through five or fifteen through thirty or some series of numbers. Along with that it had a color. Also they had the word image, but without an E at the end, so it said "imag" or "I M A G". There was one woman's whose was highlighted all magenta. it showed her name was connected to one mister something and then one person who was her husband. So that meant she was having some kind of an affair.



I woke up from those and thought through them. I was nicely surprised with having slept a good amount of time and had good recall by then.




My memory of the next rounds of dreams began with this scene in a restaurant. There was a guy at a circular high top table and a bar in the back ground. He ordered two sodas. They brought him too many, I think four sodas, and so he tried to give them back. He stacked one cup of soda on top of another full cup of soda but none spilled out. He reached his arm way behind him in a side lateral raise to give to someone on the restaurant staff, who took it away. Then he had some of the soda from his glass.


There was some parts when I was in school. I want to note that I don't actually smoke marijuana. But within the dream the context was that I was smoking marijuana and going to classes. I felt like I loved school but actually what had happened was I was really high during the classes. I started to realize that I couldn't stay high forever. So, I thought that I would keep going to classes, even without weed, so that when I got high again, I could enjoy the classes even more. Then i realized it was weird for my whole life to exist in service of the "high" state of being. it was like I was diregarding the rest of life, such as time "not high" i e "sober", as just in service of the next time I got high, instead of an end in and of themselves. That concerned me but I couldn't see going to class without smoking. I liked my brain much better when I was high. The dream had a whole context where I had never felt so happy and productive and interested in life.


There was at least one class room part I forgot. i was taking notes. In another class room scene, that I remember more of, A teacher was teaching us about how if someone is feeling low or depressed. How they could handle it. More of an accepting approach. And doing a study to see if the people thought a certain way, if they took their own life. Then, a guy to my left wearing red asked if he could take part in the study. And be a participant. He looked like a very depressed person. The teacher said the study wouldn't be good for him since he was probably one of the people who would take their own life. The guy got mad about this. He told the teacher that it wasn't fair and then he and the teacher seemed to be fighting a bit about it. I started to get angry and want to stand up for the other student.

I became lucid when I felt the conflicted feelings arise within myself. It wasn't even that strong of an emotion but there are a lot of factors that seem to all come together when I get the Dream intiated lucidity so that was when they all culminated. I held back from fighting with the teacher and instead sent a profound energy of love towards the teacher and the whole dream. I said something like, "I Love you! You are the best teacher ever!" The teacher greyish brown hair parted down the middle. My expression of positive energy totally shifted the dream and the teacher and the student both seemed happier. I can't really describe enough how profound this was for me. It isn't something I want to under state. It seems like a simple thing but it was actually a very powerful use of my lucid ability. I didn't really get lucid to where I just teleported away because I was already within the context of a dream. I knew it was a dream though and that sort of amplified the experience.

After that dream scene I was in the bathroom and I had my voice recorder. I was in the stall and talking back through the dream so far. I think I still knew it was a dream but was just doing this to amplify my waking life dream recall. I have heard it said that actions within a lucid, dream state are 7 to 9 times more influential than actions performed in waking life state. Just as I was talking through the dream, someone walked in the bathroom. i had a moment where I hesitated to continue talking. I saw who it was from above the stall somehow and it was the kid from the class who was fighting with the teacher. So then I definitely wanted to stop because I didn't think he would want me talking about him when he was right there. I heard some other people came in then and they were talking about how some smart people had records at the school they could go over. I think I tried to put my finger through my palm to reaffirm I was dreaming. I am not sure if it went through though. But I remember reaffirming at least mentally that I was still dreaming. I guess I could have spun from the bathroom stall and teleported somewhere new but it didn't really cross my mind. Sometimes that stuff comes to mind and sometimes it doesn't. I was thinking I could start recording more but the guy was still in the bath room. Then other people were in the bathroom stall with me and I had too many pairs of shorts on. Multiple layers of pairs of shorts. One was like an orange fleece material on the layer closest to my skin. Then there were two or three other pairs of shorts, blues or oranges. I put on my blue blocking glasses within the dream and it turned the chorts green. Someone commented that I had on too many pairs of shorts. In the dream I thought my blue shorts pertained to waking life but now that I think about it, they don't pertain to waking life.




Earlier there was a part with a T V in my sister's room. Adjusting the vollume on the remote caused it to cycle from 73 to 0 and back up to 73. That was kind of earlier I think. I remember it only vaguely.


I lost lucidity somewhere between dream scene transitions and dreamed that I was trying to write the dream down on card board. I actually remember writing some solid things but I don't remember exactly what. It didn't seem like a false awakening though. False awakenings I am usually very conscious, just not aware its a dream (yet). I also remember trying to keep up with the class notes left handed at one point. And I raised my hand and said something at some point. I have been expecting this to happen but I didn't think it would happen so soon. I think I dreamed I was dream journaling on a voice recorder but laying on the opposite side I was physically laying on in the dream.

I woke up, thought through it, and had pretty good success with recall. I had Restless legs so I got up and did a little moving and stretching. That helped me get back to sleep. Then I had even more dreams! Woohoo.

The earliest part of this dream I remember was I was sitting at a table with two other guys and it was some kind of a support group. I shared and the two guys listened. Then another guy shared and I was listening. But then I got up to go do something on a computer or sweep and mop the floor. Kind of both. I still listened to his share as I was up doing stuff but I just couldn't sit still and listen. I felt kind of bad about this but I just had to kind of keep busy. I told him without cross talking that I really appreciated his share and I am sorry I missed it. I was thinking it had a lot to do with my workaholism lately causing me to be compulsively unavailable.

After apologizing to him I was at this bigger computer screen. Like as tall as me and much wider. It had a bright sky blue background and several windows on a grid within it. I was trying to choose one to click on. I felt like it was mental junk food though and felt bad about getting sucked into it. I realized I didn't have my food that I meant to be eating and I went to get up and go get it. One of the videos was on a silver back ground on an interesting subject. Within the dream I thought it seemed cool but I don't remember it now.

Then, I turned toward the table and there were two african american guys there. I felt scared when I saw them because they had taken my seat. The guy on the left was thinner and making a big smile. The guy on the right was heavier set and had a beard. The guy on the left said something to me. He also said his name was Seth.

There was also someone whose head was in the sink. Their head was in the sink but they were not dead. It was just that their head was in the sink. Part of their face that was metal was over on the counter. But they were not harmed or anything. I didn't realize it was a dream. My dream logic just accepted what I saw as a normal everyday thing! .

Then I looked over at a bed that in the context of the dream was my bed. There was a whole family of people sitting on my bed and to the left of my bed. There was one tan guy who I was scared of at first but then I realized he was smiling. his daughter was sitting on my pillow. Then I saw that she was sitting on my foam roller, moving her legs from side to side. The context became that I needed my foam roller. But I felt bad that she didn't realize I would be needing it. So I told her she could finish what she was doing but after that I would have to take it back. She seemed to want to give it back to me right away but I almost insisted she finish her exercise. She seemed to really enjoy it. I did feel somewhat rushed to get on with whatever I was doing though. Also I didn't like someone sitting on my pillow because their bottom was on it. After the girl gave me back my foam roller I told her family all about where to get their own. I even told them they could get the three foot or 18 inch foam rollers.

I knew there was an elevator to this room. Maybe it was how I initially got there but I didn't remember anything until I was at the table talking with those other 2 guys.

Then there was something where there was food around. It was becoming like a festive party. A woman came near me. I asked where she was from. She said she was from African America! . She was Caucasian though. So then we got to this door. We were going to go down to a lower floor of the building. She led me to this door that had a long horizontal crack in it. She showed me how to remove the lower part of the door and go underneath the cracked part, then pull it back into place. She started to go down the stairs. I had the sense that we were very high up in a building and it would be a lot of stairs to go all the way down. I felt bad for abandoning her because we were having a whole conversation. but I said I have to take the elevator and went to find the elevator. i guess I got in it and headed down. I felt like my waking consciousness was active within the dream but I wasn't lucid. I didn't know it was a dream but I was making considerations as if it were.

Once I got down to the bottom floor, I was outside walking up these wooden elevated walk ways. They were like ramps. I saw a guy with longer blonde hair who looked like R C. I was happy to see him. I was like, I am so happy to see you, wait, what is your name again though? It has been a few years. he seemed put off that I had forgotten his name and kind of rolled his eyes or gave me a "pshh" under his breath. I felt kind of bad but moved on. I walked up further up these walk ways and then I was climbing up a part that was sort of floating there like a mario walk way. At the end of it there was one of those pirhouette cookies but blue with silver sparkling bits. I noticed more stuff was appearing but again that just seemed like everyday normal occurrances within my dreaming mind. I heard this message from the dream that in the thing that had been upstairs, they didn't want kids playing with some of the things that people had to pay for. Some thing about game boys or something. But they weren't for free for the kids, they were meant to be paid for. I saw my friend J T ahead but when I got closer it wasn't him.


At the end of the dream, I heard something like, "And then you die!" But I forgot it. Sometimes there is some kind of saying or even a voice phenomenon at the very end of my dream. It said something about "ant then you die" but I wasn't scared about it at all. It was more of a wise thing to say, not like a threat or anything ominous. But I forgot the exact words. initially, I remembered the exact words. but I lost the memory of the exact words by the time I tried to think of it again later. I sort of mentally "reached" for it and it was gone. So I wished I had thought about it and formed a more solid memory of it earlier on. I just took for granted it would be in my head when I went back for it.

I woke up and thought back through these pretty well. I was relieved to have got some sleep because I have had some trouble falling asleep. I knew there was earlier stuff in the dream I had forgotten but I guess it was just too far back.

Here were my dreams. Lucid parts in this color/bold.

First round of dreams. A little came back to me after I laid back down.

Something with a dimensional Bug. something with my friends brother T S. T S wanted to go somewhere and I wanted to help him but it wasn't the right time.

I had an audio player that was supposed to be for sale. I was supposed to be able to get a lot of money for it because it would gain a lot of value over time. i was excited to realize I had such a valuable thing. I couldn't really sell it because it would keep gaining value.

There was something about my car. I was parking it in the R A parking lot in G C but I wasn't supposed to. I think I was leaving the car there to go somewhere else.

Going up this hill. There was a woman saying stuff along the way that I didn't agree with. There was a woman who was a smoker. She was saying, you're not exploding now. I said, well, I don't smell it, so, good job. (I usually get angry when I am subjected to other peoples cigarette smoke and this comes up a lot in my dreams. )

Something about a lady talking about a cult when I was around this part with the trees.








I had some trouble getting back to sleep, but eventually, I did.

Here is the next dream. I am watching something on television within the dream. Well, I am actually participating in something within the television but then later I find I am actually outside the T V watching it from my bed in my room. I realized it was a dream. I gained some control of myself within the T V screen world.

Within the T V screen part, I was involved in a conflict with some people. I didn't want to continue the conflict so once I became lucid I sort of held myself back from continuing the conflict. There were 3 other people in the room. I don't remember it that well other than that.

Okay so then after that, I saw that I was in my bed, not in the T V screen any more. Somehow I still knew it was a dream though. The change in scenery didn't make me think I had woken up into physical world. It took some effort to get my body up out of bed but it felt like really getting my body up out of bed almost. I got up towards the front right corner of my bed. My dream journal chair wasn't where it usually is. The blankets were still blue and my room was a really close replica of physical world. I put my hand easily through my room door. I don't think it was astral projection but it could have been some kind of a mix of an L D and an A P. I was scared to go out of my room or explore more.

Then my vision went away. This scared me at first but I just told myself to just relax. I spun but it felt different than in other dreams when I had done it. Next thing I knew I was floating up into the air. I thought of the ceiling of my room and felt myself easily pass through it. Then I thought of the attic, and the roof of the house, and felt myself easily pass through those. My vision returned and I was in the night sky, flying on a giant flying house. I was holding on to a big brick chimney on the side of the flying house and I seemed to be able to drive the thing. I wasn't able to look at the sky for some reason, but I could see a long row of identical houses all lit up when I looked down and to my left. I tried not to make anything a problem. For example if I couldn't see, I just relaxed. If I couldn't look up, I just looked where I could.

At first I was scared to be flying but it turned out to be fun.

Eventually the flying house tilted and I could look up. I saw a bunch of big stars and a night sky. And I saw 3 full moons! . The flying house flew me closer to one moon and it zoomed in a lot. It looked more like a lattice arrangement of white bars from close up. The house was doing a great job of flying. I was aware that from my waking life I had some factors in play for good lucid, dreaming and I felt confident that the dream could last long. I asked the house to please fly me up into outer space. We started flying up into the atmosphere and I felt the house slow down. i got scared and thought I might be pushing it too hard. I was flying above a big dark body of water at this point and I didn't want to fall in. I was afraid it would either be cold, or scary. (As I think about it now, deep sea exploration was another one of my L D goals so that would have been fine with me!. )

I asked the house if it would like to turn around and go take a break before we try again to go to space. I really thought that there would be enough dream duration and continuity for me to get back on the flying house and go to space after I landed and did some other things. I forgot about my shorter dream attention span and I forgot to use any stabilization methods so I didn't get a chance to fly back out. But here is what happened in the rest of the dream anyways. Also, I did think that even if I fell in the water, I could get out or just be fine in the water. But I guess I wanted my best chance to get to space.

The flying house brought me back to the beach. I thanked the house and then sat down in the sand to play with the sand. I guess that was kind of a stabilization technique because I was engaging the dream. I decided to try to recall the dream so far so I'd remember it better. So within the dream I started to tell myself out loud about what had happened so far. It was pretty clear. Then I started to eat some of the sand. It got stuck in my mouth and I had to spit it out. I was in this jungle gym thing made of metal bars. I heard two women nearby talking about how someone had just smoked and they didn't like it. I knew they weren't talking about me. But I felt bad that they had to see me spitting out the sand like that, so I went to go apologize. It seemed to take a moment for them to hear me. They had two little kids with them. There were also two dogs, one brown, one black, both with spiky looking fur. I didn't see the dogs faces but I looked at the dog's back a while figuring out what it was. When I looked closer, their faces were covered in tan dirt or sand. They said something like, "Its okay, It didn't bother us," but I still wanted to apologize very apologetically. I also wanted to tell them about my dream so far which is something I like to do within the dream to help my recall.

I think before the dream ended, I was in this room. And I was wishing that instead of thinking the house was tired, I could have said, come on, flying house, I believe in you! And my power of belief could have helped the house be able to fly to space easily. Like maybe I projected doubt onto the house instead of confidence.

Then the dream sort of collapsed or faded away and I was back in my bed. my body felt very heavy and pretty much paralyzed. I thought through the dreams and then flicked on my voice recorder to record them once I was ready. I felt this would be a good warm up L D and hoped for another chance to L D in the next dreams.















I got another L D in these dreams but I lost lucidity. It was cool while it lasted though. I guess I didn't reach very high levels of lucidity, but just like a low level lucidity.



I had a dream where I was writing down a dream. I put a big piece of a chocolate cake in a bucket of water. My black earmuffs were there. Meg and Dad were there. There was something about how I had to choose the fonts to type a video. I brought the water with chocolate cake in it over to the kitchen. The red knife was there too.







In the last dream there was a lot of stuff.

The first thing I remembered was getting some kind of garlic pills or garlic powder. I was in the back seat of a car with my sister. We were talking. The back seats were tannish brown. I didn't fully remember this part.

Earlier on in it, there was a part when my Mom was there and she found out I was into lucid, dreaming. So she was kind of getting on my case about what good is lucid, dreaming and why don't you just get a regular engineering job. Every time she asked me one of those hard questions, I would get up, go for a walk with my headphones on, and come back to her with an answer. But then she would ask another hard question. I think i was lucid during this portion but I don't really remember that much or how lucid I was. If I was lucid, I was thinking how it is cool that the dream is giving me this chance to deal with these challenging issues and that I should try to engage my dream mom. I almost didn't want to deal with it though.

I was telling my mom about how I had something in a dream and she was like, you had what? But I was like, no, it was in a dream, not waking life. But she still made a big deal of it. Something about a couch.

In another scene, there was a friend of my Nana's at the head of the table. She had something that looked like a cigarette in her mouth but it wasn't. I was like, is that a cigarette? Because it would undermine my Nana's cigarette quit. But she was like, no, and showed me what it was. It was a lollipop or a pen or something more abstract, I don't fully remember.

I was at this ice skating park. I was giving a woman a piggy back ride in my ice skates or roller skates.

I was going up to a basketball court and saw one kid who looked like A S and another smaller guy who looked like A S. I was like, look, it is both "A S's"! .

I was in this room with one prominent lucid dreaming author and researched. I called him Dr. so and so as we stood in a big square formation of people and held hands. The whole room was holding hands, not just us. But the lucid dream teacher told me not to call him doctor, just call him by his first name. I thought that was pretty cool of him but insisted I call him doctor.

Also, in that room, I saw S S D, a teacher from high school who taught spanish. I was happy to see him because he was a teacher who always inspired me a lot.

In a next part I went into this under ground cavern thing that was like an under ground office. There were some kind of fraternity guys there getting ready to do some kind of computer thing where everything had to be really precise. Some kind of magic card thing or something. At one point I went down there to get something I had left there but they said I couldn't be there. I forgot it again and had to go back again to get it. It was weird climbing in and out of there. The last time I went down and got my dinner, I climbed back up. It was very late. It was raining really hard. I was surprised I hadn't eaten yet considering it was so late.








Then I was walking down the main road in my town by the C S Deli. This guy with longer hair walked by, from the grocery store, and someone else was saying how he shouldn't leave his truck over where he left it accross the road. Next thing I knew, someone was getting in his truck and driving off with it. They slammed their own grocery bags in the door of the truck. The truck looked orange, yellow, pink or green. it was kind of like a big van type of thing. The guy seemed annoyed that they stole his truck. So we were going to try to get his truck back. White grocery bag in door of truck.

I was helping the guy get his truck back. I was walking down the road he lived on and passed some really interesting colored houses. THere were two brick houses. On the second brick house to my left, I talked to a couple. They were a bit older. The man, sitting on the left, said something like, you don't want to go to that guy's house. Something about how the neighbors didn't like him. But I didn't let that stop me. i wanted to help the guy since I had witnessed the incident.

I was at this hard ware store looking for the truck. There was a barrel of shovels that had some different monetary amounts and a time slot posted on each shovel. Like a few shovels said, 12 to 1 P M, 55 dollars an hour. 10 to 11 A M, 40 dollars and hour. I figured they were different prices for guys to work on someone's house depending what hour they got. The shovels were different colors. We were in a van or a go cart kind of thing and a guy who ran the hard ware store was helping us out.

There was a heavy set guy who drove down to our van in a go cart thing and was talking to someone else in the car. He spoke very intelligently and I was astounded at the way he spoke to this guy who was having trouble. It was very skillful. When he was done, I exclaimed that he was brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. However Someone else in the van was saying how he didn't need to use all this psychological psycho babble. I was saying how the guy didn't even sound like he was being that psychological to me. Just very attentive and he responded so well to the guy in distress. I forgot what exactly he said but i remember being amazed at his brilliance.

Then a dream version of another well known lucid dreaming author was sitting accross from a younger guy. It seemed like some kind of talk show. Maybe they were just sitting and eating together. But the younger guy presented some out of the box ideas and the older L D teacher was shooting down his ideas in what I thought was a really mean way. This kind of upset me. I have listened to a lot of interviews with this particular L D teacher and he has always been really nice. He was also older in the dream. But it was definitely him. Sometimes I can't remember the persons appearance but I remember a felt sense within the dream that it was that person's prescence. The L D teacher was also sipping some alcoholic beverage and I don't think they use alcohol.

Then they left the table and I was the only one there. Someone had left honey underneath one of the chairs. Like a pile of honey. Somehow it hardened up. One of the women on staff there looked pretty bummed about this frozen honey mess. I told her she just had to fill the entire room with water and it would dissolve the honey. I was a little pre lucid because I wondered if honey hardened up like that. But I figured thats what honey always did, I just never knew.

Then I was in a room in a house, I guess my current house. I was reaching my hand underneath the heating vents by the floor to feel for dirt. I only felt carpet or towel there. Then I got afraid there would be a bug and pulled my hand away.

In the next part there was a set of Pokemon cards. I got it for a low price or as a gift. Someone was telling me not to judge the cards because they were mainly commons and uncommons not really the coolest rares. But the idea was just to accept the cards as they were and try to appreciate even the common and uncommon cards. Usually I would totally ignore commons and uncommons and just go for the rare. A change of heart came over me within the dream and I was able to appreciate the cards as they were, even the simplest common card, as a work of art.

In the back of the binder there were mesh pouches with a zipper with stacks of cards in each. I got excited when I saw these because it meant there were more cards for me to go through. There was one reverse hologram alakazam that looked cool to me.

Then there were these kids. Only kids of a certain age so there was a limit to what they could be exposed to. On a red piece of construction paper someone had drawn some lines in white that looked like a rocket ship. SOmeone else was making an innuendo about what the rocket ship looked like. Referring to a certain countrys kind of rocket ship. I forgot what country.

I thought through the dreams, slept a little more, then activated the voice recorder and got them down. My dream recall was really good for such eventful dreams and I woke up feeling really heavy in all my limbs which is a good thing I M O. It means deep sleep I think.

I didn't go back to sleep after that.

Dreams from last night, lucid part in bold color text



Thing before grocery store part but only vague memory.

Thing with friends K W and/or B L at grocery store. Thinking about what the animals had been through whose meat was being sold. K W or B L wanted to buy meat but I was not buying meat.

We were in Nana's living room. Cousin there. Going accross circle of people.

Multiple choice test. Something about looking at someone else's paper.

Underground scenario with people. Something about only a limited number of people getting out. One somewhat elderly person and an extremely elderly person wanted to get out. Something about helping people out of there.

Dragon Ball Z video game. I was like Goku. There were parts where the bottom half of the screen showed a text box where the text colors could be changed. Other colors costed more money or something like that.

Thing about weight lifting competition with R A. Squatting 315 for reps. R A out squatting me but I was attempting 350 and up to 405 but failing the reps.

Going down to my college weight room to do a workout. I didn't have my key card to open the door. Hoping someone would be coming up the stairs and out the door and I could walk in. It was Miss M, a high school math teacher I had. She gave me a look like she knew I was trying to get in without a card. I told her I just left my wallet in my car. This was true in the context of the dream. She said I had to go to the desk and give them my name. I didn't want to have to do that but she was pretty stern about it. Another woman I went to H S with, G A, came up the stairs behind her. She smiled very brightly and glowed with white light. I felt loved.

I didn't go down to the weight room. I saw Miss M at a desk, in front of a computer, and on the phone. There was a cigarette butt on her desk. I was getting a download about her that she stays busy on the computer all morning and then busy standing in front of a class teaching all afternoon. A way of being workaholic and always busy. She seemed stressed on the phone.

I went over to her and she was a cyclops. Instead of two eyes, she had one giant eye in the middle of her head. I felt unsure of how to respond. I tried to make "eye contact" just with her one eye as if she had two. She began to tell me how she came from some ancient civilization. There were some specific names of civilizations I don't remember.

I might have got the order wrong in that the underground part or the goku part might have come after the cyclops part. Sometimes remembering the order isn't as easy.

Something about studying for a test again. Preparing for a test.

I was going to stay in this house. The heat was off when I got there so I put the heat on for myself and when the other people arrived. I also made sure a window was closed that had been left open. Something about action figures?

I had some tupperwares with plants or flowers. There was a woman living there and I was trying to appease her with flowers. She was talking about the other women who lived there as if they were not there. How annoyed she was of them. She was saying how she had just quit smoking. I said she might get along with L S because L S just quit smoking too. We were standing around a countertop.

In the dream it seemed like the woman wanted something. I had three folded up Pokemon shirts. One was of Pikachu. There were two others. I liked them, but the woman seemed to want or need them. The dream context was that she had ruined another shirt I had lent her so I thought I might not want to trust her with my cool shirts. But I didn't have the heart to say no.

I was looking at a Pokemon card in the hall way from the front door into the kitchen. I was thinking of my shiny metal energy card and giving it to the woman as well. Then there was a part of a Pokemon card with metal energy and another kind of energy, maybe fire or psychic.

That was really good dream recall for the first round of dreams. I was very happy as more details continued to flow into my mind.

It took me what seemed like hours to fall back asleep. I don't know why. But it did. Eventually I did fall asleep though. I had one mini dream of a grey glove with a whoopie cushion feature. Then I had some more dreams with I forgot most of. Maybe with U C or my sister. But that round of dreams ended in a funny way. I was driving along the main road in my town near the numbered streets. As I drove, I kept thinking of parallel parking somewhere. There was a car behind me I kept seeing in my rear view. To my right, along the side of the road, there was a bicyclist bicycling along. He started yelling at me because I guess he could tell I was starting to pull off to the side and he thought I would hit him? He was keeping pace with my car which is interesting. He continued to yell things at me until I heard "Stop!" Really loudly and then woke up with a startle.


It took me a little bit to fall asleep again.








In the next dream, I am with a tan woman and I only remember that party vaguely. She goes out for a moment and I am at my black desk with some food that I haven't eaten from my meal plan during the day. I wonder for a moment why I am eating spinach at this hour but I figure I just didn't eat it during the day and had to catch up. I am playing a game or writing on my phone. The room lights are on and I realize this might disturb my sleep. I reach for my orange glasses in response to this.

An application pops up on my phone that has to do with dating. it is like an easy dating for singles app. The interface is black and red. I think that dating sites aren't really my thing but maybe one day I will try it. I try to close it but there is an ad positioned on the window where the X is to close it. I think to myself that that shouldn't be allowed, for advertisers to put a link in the close box so when you go to close it it opens something else. The app won't go to all apps view when I press the all apps view button. The top bar where it says File, Edit, View, etc. has the word File to the far right. I click File then Exit and it closes. Another dating app pops up. This one I am able to swipe away from all apps view to close it. I do not use any dating apps in waking life.

There is a big container of coins. All types of coins. There are even giant silver coins which I think must be fifty cent pieces. I take the coins out and look at them. I am also eating my spinach with the same hands that touched the coins, questioning if that is really a good idea but continuing to do it anyway.

The woman returns to my room and comes to join me. She realizes she has something else to go to. I realize this is a dream in a very subtle kind of way. The thought just comes to me that it is a dream, and then I realize, oh, of course, it must be. Very calmly. Now I am lucidly aware with in the dream.

I wonder what I will do. I realize I am sitting in bed so I decide to just meditate. I close my dream eyes and see a dim white glow on black background. I feel calm and think to myself that I will just go to sleep within this dream and have a lucid, dream within a lucid, dream. Then I will wake up to the other dream and still know it is a dream. I start feeling like this will really happen.

I begin to float out of my bed and around the corner. I was previously in my current bedroom but now I am in my bedroom from my previous house. I float into the teal room which is my sisters. The tan woman is in there with my mom and sister. I am flying with my head running along the ceiling and I look down at the women there. The tan woman turns out to be M C and she looks very pretty. I have an understanding she is my girlfriend in this dream. I fly down and kiss her forehead, then we kiss regularly. I am aware my Mom sees us. my sister walks out but for another reason, not from being weirded out or anything. My Mom seems happy that I have a girlfriend. M C has to go do something in another room.

I notice glitter glue writing all over my sisters walls. Gold and bronze glitter glue saying things like remember your dreams, discover, remember, in script writing. I realize it will be fun to tell my Mom about my dream so far. Not to tell her it is a dream but to talk about it as if we are in waking life, and I just woke from a dream. Like, "Mom, you will never guess the dream I had," and then tell her about the events up to that point. I also thought this could help my dream recall.

My Mom is smiling and very happy. M C comes back and makes some kind of advance towards me. I give in to do something I sometimes try to hold back from doing in dreams.

I woke up from this kind of wishing I had taken my time to explore the dream instead of just doing other things in the dream. But I guess it is living and learning. I had really good lucidity in this dream, probably from meditating at the onset. I didn't even think of tasks of the month or my healing goals.