non-lucid

So I started following the "Infinity" Lucid Dreaming Course last night. Here are the two dreams I had:

We are outside of our house, my wife and I, at night.
Leah says her mom wants me to hang out more.
I get mad and say I can't and don't have the time.
She says I can visit on Sunday.
I tell her it's my only day off and I already waste half of it as it is.
I realize I'm runnin late to work and stomp off at 9:50.
I walk up a sidewalk and it seems like it's night time.
I see three dogs that look like my parents dogs and they bark at me. Leah laughs

This next dream is a bit more intense, detail wise. This singer from a local band, Kirkland is their name, is working at the gas station next door to my real life work. I remember going over to visit, it was still night like my first dream, and I was incredibly nervous. So she's walking around or whatever. And then for some reason I see her hanging out with this singer from this other local band, Matter of Fact, like in real life. And then I'm driving up from east of the gas station, still dark, and listening to a song that both of those singers did together. It was kind of trippy.

And suddenly a guy I barely know/talk to and I are going into this tiny and abandoned tennis court. It's right by the highway and fenced up as if it were a prison. Creepers and vines are everywhere and leaves cover the court. It was sort of mystical. I say to the other guy, Nate, "Man. It's been forever since we got a good tennis game in." And we start to play tennis. I just remember the court is cramped and we're trying to play, still at night, and Nate mentions something about how he "hates it when people return in that area. It's so cheap.

So nothing crazy awesome tonight. The dreams were interesting. I honestly didn't sleep very well and had to force myself to take down notes for this DJ entry. I'm moving on to day 2 of the Infinity Course. I tried willing myself into SP last night and I could get to the point where I was completely numb but I was too awake to fall asleep.

I can't really remember these two dreams in vast detail, like I hoped, but I can remember a decent amount. I remember two dream fragments:

#1: I was in some sort of foresty valley with a bunch of other people to celebrate my friends wedding. My wife was there and so were my other friends. It was Whitneys wedding we were celebrating. I remember seeing Whitney in pretty vivid detail and Brian as well. Then for whatever reason I'm walking through the middle of nowhere, still at this wedding, to another town to use the bathroom. Gotta love dream logic. And then, for whatever reason, the fighting begins. Inspired by Dragonball I, for no reason whatsoever, have to begin fighting my relatives in Dragonball style. But for some reason my relative is Tien from DBZ. So we start fighting and I remember throwing energy blasts at him and I seem to hold my own pretty well. For whatever reason another person joins the fight and I remember vividly trying to perform my kamehameha attack but nothing comes out of my palms. However, Tien still stumbles backwards as if hit by energy. It was a really cool feeling. I also remember sneaking into a small house, crawling past a small bedroom with a TV and a video game on, to go use the bathroom. But I couldn't find the bathroom and, from one of the darker closets, a cousin of mine grabs me and scares the crap outta me.

#2: And now I'm in some giant kind of superstore stocking shelves. Mike, my buddy from work, is there too. We're both working hard. I remember Jason and David, the owners of the company I work for, being there as well. For whatever reason I have to go out of the store and down to a ditch where there is a big pump moving water. So I get down there and there the pump is. It is blue and rectangular and sitting inside of a box which is in the water. However; the box only has three sides. No fourth side. I remember this sorta making me extremely confused. Because, without the right wall of the box, how is the water staying in there? I shoulda done an RC because I'm pretty sure I would have become lucid if I thought about it. My confusion, even though the dream isn't that vivid to me, was really strong and I remember it VERY clearly. So anyways I fiddle around with the pump by moving it around. I'm afraid of the water getting low and the pump sucking up air and dying (gotta love it when your work invades your dreams). So I move it outta the box and higher up this muddy slope. It begins to pull less water. OK. So I move it back down towards the box and suddenly it's shooting all of that water again. It's at this point, while fiddling with the box and pump, that I see two gold coins just sitting in the mud. I pick them up. My first thought is: I should give these to Leah to show her dad (who is a coin collector). I look at the coins closer and see that they look similar to the 2010 US pennies at one side (with the flag like shield) and on the other side is a pair of large trees that cross at the very top and in the middle is a couple of giraffe standing in some tall grass. I think to myself: "These coins must be currency in Africa!" And then I'm walking back into the "superstore" to show them off.

Whew! For two "fragments" I sure did remember quite a bit. I love it when that happens. I think that, with my new routine, I'm going to be making great progress. Last night I forgot to do my meditation/mantra but I did the rest all day. Today should be more effective, I think, because I was up too late last night.

Bizarre set of dreams last night. I'll leap right into it.

The dream I remember most vividly is about this thing called "the 4chan van". I dreamed that there was this trailer/van set up and if you went into it you were pretty much locked in for the duration of "an event". The "events" you experienced inside of the van were inspired by 4chan memes and such. So I walk into the van with my friend Phil and we go into the main "room". Everything is tinted red and there are a ton of people in there. Music is loud and I realize there's a band on stage. They remind me of the band from "The Ringer". My friend Phil is into the music (he's into all music, pretty much) and we're watching quietly when suddenly people behind us start throwing stuff at Phil and I and making fun of us. I remember feeling embarrassed and angry at the same time. The other guys in the "van" start making fun of Phil, myself, and the music.

The next dream fragment I remember is being out in the middle of nowhere. There is a big flat of plains and trees everywhere. For some reason I go out and start climbing trees until I'm in this sort of ravine. Once into this ravine I see a path of trees, that fell down, that lead for quite awhile. I remember thinking I might fall if I try to cross but then I remember that bigger trees were leaning in just the right angles for me to walk on the downed trees and hold the big ones for support. So I start crossing the trees and then I reach the end of it and I'm on a flat area, that is elevated, that is simply grassy. Suddenly something pops outta nowhere and says something freaky to me. But I can't remember what it is..


Two fragments. At least I'm remembering a little bit now. Side note: Practice Mantra to SP: "I am dreaming."

Two days ago I had my best night of dreaming in my life, 5 dreams (all in depth) recalled in one night.

Last night I couldn't recall much of anything. The only thing I remember was visiting my friends bands myspace and listening to some new song they put on there.

Wish me luck.

Another night another entry.

I come into my dream and I'm taking care of a few dogs in some house. A corgi puppy that's chilling out in a big cage sorta like the one my cats live in and a dog from my childhood. I go outside and there are people walking around. I don't know why but every pregnant woman in the city is congregating on the hospitals for some reason. I can't remember why. For some reason I go outside and somehow run into a small group of people. I can't remember what/who/where they're going/why but I decide to join up with them. Behind us some pregnant girl seems to be trailing us. But then some guy, who looks kinda like Adam Morrison, comes striding down the street and confronts this one woman and pretty much tells her she's not pregnant enough to waste the hospitals time (I think he means: she's not far enough along in her pregnancy) and the woman freaks out. He tells her that "she's more drunk, sober, than with alcohol in her." And she calls him a pretty derogatory sentence about how he's just a big mexican. She goes marching off again obviously upset.

I also woke up in the middle of the night from my previous dream and decided to try to WILD. So I lay perfectly still and repeated my mantra to myself: "I will fall asleep and then begin to lucid dream." I don't know how long I did this, awhile I think, and then my entire body started to tingle and my heart started racing. I was too full of energy/nerves and I couldn't stay like that for too long so I moved and woke myself up. Was that sleep paralysis?

So I went to bed a few hours ago and decided to try a little bit of the MILD technique before I went to sleep. Basically I repeated "The next time I dream, I will perform a reality check, and realize I'm dreaming."

So I dreamed that I was in some sort of giant maze with a bunch of random people who were randomly transported there. We were all running like mad back and forth. The maze wasn't one level. It was multi level. There was the main level which was gigantic, like a closed of basketball court, and covered in a padded like substance. At one end of this padded level, about a hundred feet in the air, was this tower looking area with a slit for a door.

Anyways. Suddenly we're all running around like a race had just started. I notice that, as we're running around, some people are wearing all white and some people are wearing red and white clothing. Sort of like the Assassins Creed outfit. At some point in the dream I realize I'm supposed to chase down and try and save the people that are wearing both red and white and to try and be with them because the groups of straight white are chasing us down and capturing us and doing, I'm not sure what. But every time anyone gets caught they start screaming, terrified. I remember thinking: "What kind of God or gods would make us follow one thing and then make us suffer for it?"

At this point I almost become just a pair of eyes with no arms/legs and simply watch as things unfold. I remember this one man running up to a high level and seeing three different options to continue running. It's dark up here and he sees a flash of red and white so he knows to run that way but then he sees flashes of JUST white and knows that he's been cornered. In "my" head or the narrators head I remember narrating his final actions: 'And knowing full well it would be his last desperate moments the man sprinted head on towards what he believed.' And sure enough: my narration was right. He get's tackled and I'm whisked away somewhere else.

I think I'm "me" now in the dream. I'm running up and down more of these padded stairs. I see this woman running screaming and across some sort of opening I see a man wearing white and red face paint, very vividly. I feel like I should follow that person. He feels important. So I start chasing after him and I'm running up stairs to keep up and another guy is with me running, he's on my team. We reach a point where the stairs don't go any further so we turn to run back but take a different way. I yell, "This way is no good!" and sure enough, it isn't. We near a part where it looks like the stairs are OK but in fact, at a different angle, they are all broken except for one. We turn back and run again.

And then I must roll in my sleep or something because suddenly I'm at the bottom again and there are a bunch of boxes, about 8 feet tall, that look like giant pillows set all over the bottom floor. The lights are bright and I feel like a ton of people are there again. At the middle of the room is a guy that looks like Drew Brees, a football player, and he is being interviewed by some guy with a mic. He says: "I'm not going to do anything crazy. If I could: I'd like to hit in an NL ballpark." Or something to that affect. He's talking about some sort of baseball competition he's going to have, with just himself, to show off. I then woke up and my heart was racing and my first thought is: It's kinda funny I had two dream fragments but both of them deal with "teams". Hm... back to bed. It's still only 3:22. Will edit with more dreams.

For some reason I start dreaming and I'm running the "fast break" in basketball and I do a behind the back pass to another kid with curly hair and freckles. He doesn't seen the layup coming and it goes outta bounds. I run over to him after the play ends (and suddenly we're in a cafeteria) and introduce myself. I tell him that I didn't know his name or else I woulda warned him about the pass so he coulda got it. And then suddenly my dream warps into this next one. I'm not going to post much about this fragment as it was super jagged and weird: I was Bart Simpson, or a look a like, and I was running around all over this school wreaking havoc. I would make things blow up or hide things or make mean people get in trouble. And I was constantly getting chased again. My " final moment" in this dream was when I decided to do a suicide mission. I made something blow up and then I tried running away But the explosion caught me as I was running and launched me backwards. And suddenly that dream bled into the next one.

So I dreamed that I was in some sort of sitcom where I would stage situations to make me look like a hero in order to pick up chicks. I pretended to save Emily Mortimers daughters life (she seemed to live in the same apartment complex as me) and later that I day I made myself "happen" to walk by and she invited me in to chat. She had just broken up with her boyfriend/husband (played by a guy I know, Matthew D) and everything was really tense. But anyways we get to making small talk, which I can't remember, and it seems like she's liking me when suddenly her brother (or a close friend of Matthews) comes over and sits down on the couch while she's in the kitchen. I can tell he's pissed I'm there but I act polite and say "Hey, what's up." He says not too much and is mostly polite back. I don't remember what happens next but suddenly he snaps at me. I get mad at him and almost drop an "f bomb" which he starts to grin and say: "Oh yeah? An f bomb? That's not her style at all." And I get even more angry but I hold it in and mutter that he's the kinda guy that sits at the top of the movie theatre so he can look down on everyone. He goes "So I'm some kinda class racist eh?" and starts laughing at me. Emily walks back into the room and says: "I don't need this!" and then next thing I know the brother/Matthews friend is kicked out. And then suddenly we're in a different POV, almost like a sitcom opening, where I'm following three similar looking brothers. One brother is played by the guy from Cloverfield, the main character, and then two guys that look kinda like him. And they're walking up some sorta steps to the top of the apartment building. It's sunny and it looks kinda like California. As they walk up the steps some music is playing and scenes of guys telling girls to "go to roof 7" occurs. Apparently, in this dream sitcom, when you don't want to get with a girl you tell her to go wait at roof 7. And then one of these guys shows up and "sweeps her off her feet" for a one night stand. Anyways. These three guys make it to the top of the apartment building "rooftop 7" and look around. It's all concrete with a few potted trees and benches. There are two groups of people: all guys. The brothers seem super dissappointed and then one brother mentions Emily living in the apartment and how he's going to try and get with her. At this point I realize that I am the main character (the guy from Cloverfield) and for some reason I don't say anything back. My "brother" says "it's gonna be awesome. Gettin' the second girl this week that you been with, haha" implying that they'll enjoy being with him more. And that's pretty much it for that dream. I DO remember that the one brother had one giant tooth instead of regular sized front teeth. Teeth getting messed up seems to be a theme in my dreams.

And my fifth dream in one night: I remember standing around in a parking lot with a buddy of mine, Austin. He had come driving up from somewhere. And anyways in the back of his van was a bunch of music equipment. So he comes flying across the street to where I'm hanging out at and pulls around and parks and pops his trunk. I'm super worried he forgot something we'll need but I keep finding out that he has everything. I remember, from across the street, watching him running holding my amp head with one hand and the thing dangling around like it was going to fall. It was sorta funny. So we start jamming out and I keep all of the equipment underneath the door of his trunk because I'm afraid of rain. And then we invite my friend Chris to come play with us and he shows up, too, from across the street. From there forward it gets pretty hazy. He mentions how his class gave him the day off or something but he's thinking of going back anyways. Somebody makes a joke where the punchline is "I wouldn't even show you my penis online." And that's pretty much it.

So, wow. The MILD technique really does work. No Lucids but 5 completely separate and memorable dreams. I'm going to keep this up.

I don't remember much from last night but I'm glad I at least remember a fragment. I was at home watching a basketball game, the Bulls vs the Cavs, and the Bulls were dominating. The BUlls got off to a 9 to 0 start. My team kept blocking LeBrons shots and, in my dream, I remember getting super excited about it. And then I remember this player, Ilyasova (who isn't even on the Cavs, IRL) going for a layup but Kirk Hinrich (who isn't on the Bulls anymore, IRL) went ahead and tackled him. It was odd how vivid it was. Both of these players are white and I could see how white they were in juxtaposition to their uniforms. I remember seeing their black hair matted to their heads and the way Ilyasova grimaced when he got up. It was really cool. I remember an announcer, for some reason, named "Imasot" or something along the lines. He was pumping up the Bulls and talking crap about the Cavs, which I dig, because I really can't stand LeBron James (who isn't even on their team anymore).

I also remember watching this game on TV, in the dream, while surfing online. I was on some sort of Bulls message board and threads kept popping up. For some reason I remember one specifically: "Quick shooting Derrick Rose is off to a quiet start." And in my dream I thought, "Well, not for long." And then from that I remember some sort of ebay auction like service happening on the forum where LeBron/Cav fans would upbid everything and if a Bulls fan did it they would, like, attack him. It was surreal and kinda creepy. And then I remember randomly clicking other team based message boards (The Toronto Raptors, specifically) to see how other fans were reacting to the game.

It was kind of cool. I vaguely remember something else going on in the dream that seemed more sinister in nature. But, thankfully?, I can't remember it.

Til tomorrow.

I think I'm fighting myself and my recall. I'll wake up from a pretty vivid dream and be too lazy to open up my computer and take notes on it. It is sort of self defeating. I remember that I had two pretty vivid dreams. But this is the only one I can remember and, at that, I can only remember a part of it:

I was at some sort of party in a big dining room. There was a good crowd of people there and it seemed like everybody didn't like me. I remember constantly getting pointed out and made fun of or angrily talked about. I had no idea what I did. I then remember making "friends" with this crippled guy. He had to walk with walkers because his legs didn't work. It was odd. But anyways after talking to him I excused myself to go to the restroom and a moment later he, the crippled guy, comes hobbling in. I remember that I was in the stall and when I heard the door open I knew it was him and I was terrified. He opened the door to my stall and his mouth was taped shut but I could still hear him talk (that shoulda been a dream sign, right there!) but instead of waking up because of the obvious sign he goes to tackle me. Being full bodied I manage to throw him aside.

And then I'm in a hallway and trying to half crawl and half hide. I'm sitting at the corner of a tiled hallway when three women walk by. They are younger, like 19 or so, and completely ignore me when they walk by. I remember hearing them say something mean about me and I took a swing at one of their legs. They round the corner. I turn back to my edge of the hall and see across the hall a group of guys are sitting in desks and some taller man is walking back and forth by them. In my dream I realize the guy in the first desk is Josh Howard, an NBA player. In my dream I remember thinking "This doesn't look like Josh Howard." But it doesn't phase me. I end up grabbing his leg and shaking it and saying, "You're Josh Howard?!" and he nods while trying to pay attention a little bit to the tall man. But he obviously loves the attention. Then I say, "Man, I LOVED you with the Dallas Mavericks in 06-07." He grins, obviously really pleased with this, and nods his head.

And that's that as far as I can remember. An interesting dream. It had my heart going at some points. I really need to work on forcing myself to journal as soon as I wake from a dream. My recall is getting a little bit better but I know I could have so much more written in here.

I'm getting close to lucidity, I think, I can feel it. I'm starting to critically think while in dreams.

Dream Fragment:
I remember vaguely running across a parking lot of some sort
with a few friends from highschool. We're trying to catch a
movie of some sort. My friend Lawrence is with me. For some
reason I end up buying him a ticket and mine as well. I don't
remember much else from this dream.

Dream Fragment:
I don't remember much from this dream. Just that I worked in
some sort of warehouse and I helped some guy specifically
who was being talked about by people that didn't work at
the warehouse. Brad something or other.

Dream Two:
I remember coming into my dream as Leah and I are pass through
the doors of some downtown shop. It seems fairly bright out.
As we walk inside my heart starts racing and I realize we're
in some sort of adult store. We walk into a big sort of
foyer and sitting at a table is an older man and woman talking.
The woman says something like, "So do you really think I'll be able to act?"
The man responds with something, "I hear they've hired Ellen Hunt."

To the left, in the big room, is the couple. To the right is some gambling area
with a bar and a tender wearing the typical "card dealer" outfit. And next to
that is a set of stairs that lead down and to the adult section.

We continue walking down some small steps and into, what
I assume, is the actual section of adult material in
the store. I remember walking around and poking at various
materials of the adult variety. I vividly remember seeing
a lube, gun, mystic (like, special rocks) section and so on.

I spend a lot of time browsing on my own while Leah looks
at her own things without me. I remember picking up some
item, lube I think, and bringing it to the counter to check
out. I'm also holding some other little box. I remember the
checkout was this old school looking typewriter and to check
a customer out the salesman had to put a new sheaf of paper
in. He does this for me and starts trying to hardsell me on
some t-shirt. $20 bucks for the shirt and $2 for shipping.
In my dream I don't understand why I'd need shipping. He
goes on to say, "I'm not usually into shirts but for 2
bucks it's a steal." I'm reluctant to get it because I feel
like I've spent too much cash (and this is kind awesome, I think in my dream
I remember buying the movie ticket for Lawrence)
as it is but he keeps pushing
the shirt on me. The man has short brownish orange hair and
freckles.

Now I'm holding some cologne, which seemed to be right next to
the counter, as he continues to push the shirt on me. I ask him
"So, the shirt is only two bucks?" He get's quiet and says
"Well, no, it's 20." I tell him I'm going to pass on the shirt
and he says, after checking to be sure nobody is listening,
"Listen. The shirt is cheap, I know, and they fit small. But
I've worn it in situations and they aren't bad for 2 bucks."

It's at this point that some woman walks by and tells the guy
just to let me get my cologne. The woman looks exactly like the girl
from Jake and Amir, Sarah. It's at this point i realize that I don't
want the cologne. For kicks I look at the price tag, 70 bucks -yikes-, and
I set it back down. He finally seems to relent (even
though I'm not getting any cologne) and checks me out. I notice
he uses a special black pen that I recognize from my work in
real life.

When I'm done there I grab my little bag of stuff and follow
Leah up into another level of the store. We pass by a tall man
wearing a bluetooth headset as he stands at a monitor with
camera feeds on it. He mutters something like, "So he walks
in. And goes straight towards the table." as if he's security.

And that's all I really remember from that one.

I finally remember a dream again. I was getting worried. I only remember bits and pieces though.

For some reason this dream opens up with me walking across a grass field with a group of people. One of them, the oldest, looks like my old gym teacher from high school. I don't remember what we were doing or how we got there but he seems angry about something. He acts like "Lan" from this book I am reading. He snaps at me, "We will only travel with 3 and then the cleric." And then turns and begins jogging. I start following him, obviously not the reason he's angry, before seeing a big stack of paper poked into the mud at a base of a tree. I curse under my breath and say, "They better not of left a note." I bend over to pick it up and unfold it.

Suddenly I am on a dirt path running laps with a bunch of other people. The same gym teacher is there running with us. I have the papers in my hand so I open them up and start to read. It's a letter written by my (real life) Wife. It starts with something like "I just want you to be happy." I remember, in the dream, reading the front page and starting to cry. As if the letter is directed at me or I miss her horribly, or something. I keep running the laps and I remember realizing that I probably look bad to other people but my dream self doesn't care. I remember running by a knot of girls slowly running the laps and then running by my gym teachers (real life) son. We're all dressed up like we used to be in gym class. For whatever reason now the gym teacher is standing at a computer, an old looking one, and he has two windows on it and is showing a picture and some text to an older woman who was running laps. At some point he also notices the papers I'm carrying and somehow gets a hold of them and puts them in a folder.

I come into my dream and it's as if I am watching it happen on television. Everything looks and feels like a teen movie. This blond haired guy with crystal blue eyes is sitting in a car in a driveway in the passenger seat of a car. In the drivers seat is a young Jennifer Love Hewitt. There is some sort of monologue going on because I keep flashing from the image of them in the car talking back to a group of people talking in a room. Finally the girls dad walks up to a gate right by the driveway and crosses his arms and leans against it. He looks at the guy in the car and says something. I can't remember what, exactly. The guy in the car sighs and looks at the girl. He says: "Do you have a lock on this thing?" She shakes her head. So the guy rolls down the window and starts to talk to the father but the father interrupts and says, "So, you're doing this from the car?!" The younger guy snaps his mouth shut and gets out of the car with the girl.

We flash back to the group of people again and the same blond guy is telling the story that I was watching happen. "I had to tell him I loved her," he says before laughing, "Haha, it's true! I just didn't realize the kind of lovin' I wanted!" He laughs again implying he's just into her for sex. I notice, for some reason, that his right front tooth is bigger than his left. We flash back to the driveway and, for whatever reason now, the same blond guy snaps a salute and says, "I've been enlisted, sir." And it's at this point I think I almost became lucid. Because immediately after this we cut to a scene of a bunch of younger men and women marching in uniforms that were all red and blue and I clearly remember thinking: "Damn. The dad must be glad. He doesn't have to kick the kids ass AND he gets to get rid of him into the military."

And now for whatever reason the song "Masterpiece" by Bayside is blasting throughout my mind. It really feels like a movie and suddenly it seems to be raining and really windy. A young black woman, probably mid to late 20s, is wearing the uniform I described above with some cammo over it. Next to her is a guy that looks sort of like a muscular Pauly Shore. They start saying this mantra and at the end of the mantra everybody in uniform begins shooting at each other. But the "bullets" end up just being water and/or paintballs. I remember a gigantic tree branch snapping off of a tree and flying across a green grassy yard before slamming into a big brick building that looks vaguely like a school. After that an older man comes running across the field while holding some sort of paper up over his face to block the wind and rain. He stops at the young black woman and shouts something over the wind and rain and then that's all I remember there.

So, I just started using a MILD technique in hopes that it will fit my personality a little bit better. Last night was my first "night" using the technique and here are my results.

I did not go lucid. I woke up two times and both times I could remember my dream. The first time not much actually happened so I only jotted a few notes down to remember it. THe second dream was a little bit easier to remember and a bit more interesting.

Two friends of mine, friends I'll be seeing shortly, were exploring this gigantic barn at, what we said, was my wifes parents new house. In the dream they had relocated. I can remember the building vividly. It was gigantic and brick and had this gigantic barn next to it. Anyways, everything is covered in gigantic drifts of snow so we have to stumble over to the barn. Once we get inside we start poking around. In the middle of the barn we see a pile of stuff that I assume was the left over stuff they brought with them when they "moved" in the dream. And then in the corner of the building is another stack of stuff. My friend, Lawrence, walks over to that corner and sees a PS3 sitting there with a pile of discs on it. He asks us a question, "What all games does he have?" and I shrug. He starts reading off the games and we realize they are games for a different system. For whatever reason, at this point in the dream, I vividly remember thinking about a friend of mine that passed away a few years ago. He loved video games and was only a kid, 17 or so. I walk over and tell Lawrence that we probably shouldn't poke around in here without telling the family that we showed up. He agrees so we go tromping back to the front door. And then the dream skips and we're walking back towards the barn with my brother in law. I ask him what he thinks of the new place and he answers: "I wouldn't pay this much for it. But it's nice." and that's really the last thing I can remember.

The MILD technique is much harder to do. I keep forgetting at points and it's frustrating me. But, in the end, I think I need a more applied technique. I've found that all of the things I dream about are things I think and worry about all day in real life. For example: my two friends in this dream. We're having a party this Saturday and I've been excited for it for the past week.

Wish me luck guys.

Last night I tried using binaural beats, at least for half of the night.
When I woke up I couldn't remember my dream at all and I was pretty upset. I didn't want to leave any holes in my dream diary.
But as I was getting ready for work it suddenly all flashed back to me and I remembered and more importantly I KNEW I remembered.

I dreamt, last night, that my co worker and I (Mike, second time I've dreamed of him AND of work) were at work alone. We were handling the store.
It must have been night time because it was dark out. For some reason I decide I have to leave. So I walk out of the store and take a walk down the street. In my dream the layout
of the area outside of the place I work in real life is completely different. But I walk down a sidewalk and around a building that sort of looks like my old post office when I lived with my family in Mt. Morris (second mention of that town, as well).
I walk past that and up to this place that looks like a plain brick building. I go up and inside and I'm in a dentists office. Once inside I sit down to have my check up, for some reason. And I learn that I need to have my wisdom teeth taken out as well as some other work (which I need to do in real life). So I tell the dentist
to get on with it and do it but I ask him if I can go right back to work when he's done. He says no. So I ask him to wait a minute and get up and leave. I go outside and call my sister to ask her to watch the store for me. She says she will (I somehow forget Mike was at the store). And then I go back into the dentist office. And now when I walk in
there is this little dog on a chair by the door. It does something and we all laugh at it. Anyways I go to sit down in the chair and then suddenly freak out: I left the store un attended (though I really didn't) and I go sprinting out again. I call my sister and she says she never went to watch the store. So I run all the way back to the store
and run inside, afraid that things will be stolen, just to realize that Mike is still there watching the place. Relieved I decide to call the general manager of the company and ask him to send someone down to watch the store. After this it gets sorta hazy. I explain that I need to go to the dentist and then, after that, I really can't remember anything.

Trippy. I woke up completely blank and then suddenly remembered it all.

I'm sorry. I'm tired right now. I'll fix all of the formatting later. End of night 2 and I've been practicing RCs and positive enforcement before going to bed. My dreams are easier to remember, it seems like, but we'll see. Nothing lucid yet.

I only remember fragments of this dream. My friend Phil and I drove up to some house in a different state to go play music together with our buddy Nate.It was a random aquatints house, Zebs.. Once we got there the interior was all white and dressed in a very modern style. We walked through a hardwood kitchen and then down some carpeted steps into a basement that was also carpeted. There was a guitar on a stand in the corner of the stairs. The stand was black. We continued to walk and as we were in the basement we started to hear some noise. We went into this room in the corner and Tate was in there already. I was surprised he managed to get there without needing a ride. He was sitting cross legged on the ground and wearing a black beanie. He was playing with his cell phone and making it make weird noises. He grinned when he saw us. I was nervous about bothering Zebs parents in the room next to us so I suggested we practice our songs without my drums. Nate said ok and started tuning his guitar. When I watched and heard him tune his guitar it was weirdly vivid. Qhen he got finished doing it I turned to Phil and him at the same time and explained how my "specially rigged" pa system works, at my house in my waking life. I showed them a
mixer with a cable running off of it and told them that we could run headphones from the headphone splitter and practice almost without noise. and then, not sure what happened, Nate got up and said he had to go. We didn't play any songs though! So I suggested to Phil that we play along with an ipod to the cover songs we wanted to do. He was up for it. in the corner of the room was some sort of mini speaker system made specifically for plugging ipods in. I was ecstatic that we were still going to be able to practice but I wasn't sure if I had all the proper cords to plug my ipod in. And then for some reason Lawrence was there. He was only there for a little bit. I don't remember how he got there or why but i only remember him suddenly having to go. As he was walking away I mentioned "that girl from kirkland" adding me on facebook and how I was super stoked about it. And then, grinning, i told him i guessed she was just a random facebook adder so it didn't mean anything. He looked at me for what seemed a little while before saying that he went to school with her. And she mentioned that she knew me from one of her classes. He then went on and said "but I'm in all of her classes. I don't know what she's talking about." I remember feeling a bit defensive like i had to cover something up so I said: "at the show she and i talked". He left.

Today I dreamed that I was working at brew and grow and in the back of the store, for some reason, I was pretty much "babysitting" some sort of convict. He was wearing a white t shirt and had handcuffs on. Attached to his hand cuffs, being dragged along the floor, was a big round stone block to keep him from running. I remember a police officer was sent to the store to help me watch him. He first showed up, at the beginning of the day, and I hadn't had time to set up for him. So while he was there, talking to his wife, I set up a wooden fold out table and put four chairs around it.One for me, one for him, one for the convict, and one for a co worker. I remember the table was dirty and a little wobbly. and then I also put some white papers on it. I can't remember what it was.After I set up the station at the back of the store, in the warehouse, I remember watching as he and his wife walked around the store in a big square. They mentioned showplace 16 and were trying to figure out a time to go see the movie "inception". He suggested a later showing, 9 or 10 i think, and then I interrupted and told them that I was going to the 7:30. That was an earlier showtime and, I guess, in my dream I only worked until 6 so I'd have plenty of time to get there. They didn't like the suggestion and mentioned something about how his work dictates his hours and 7:30 is too late for him since he has to get up early. I said "OK" but in my mind didn't understand how going to an early showing, so he could get more sleep, was a bad thing. While they were walking around I walked up to the front of the store and saw Mike on the ground by the big safe. He had his head in his hands and seemed to be hiding behind a garbage bag but he was kind of grinning. I’m guessing he was being dramatic because a police officer was there and he was nervous. We stayed at brew and grow for awhile, I don't remember any specifics other than the fact that a few times I remember being at the front counters talking to customers.

After that we left and went outside to go for a walk with the convict. It was me, the convict, the police officer, and someone I work with. It was a beautiful day out. Blue skies and everything was vibrant and green. For some reason it seemed like some kind of fair was going on. So we began taking a big long walk. Surprisingly the convict seemed to be enjoying himself. He was white and a little bit overweight. The police officer frequently stopped on our walk to talk to people or give them hugs and handshakes. The convict didn't like us, I don't think, but grinned and said "damn are you nice guys, except when you arrest me" and he was laughing when he said it. We kept walking and then I remember somebody
attacking the convict. He had a sloped forehead and big eyes. He looked like he might have been mentally handicapped. Anyways. He attacked the convict and I had to intervene.
I remember pushing the man back but he came charging back. Finally I grabbed him with both hands and threw him to the ground. My heart was pumping but we kept on walking.

I also remember driving, coming from my wifes old house it seemed like, and into Mount Morris to go hang out with Chris except instead of living at his house he lived where my parents live. I remember a brief flash of the dream where I realized that Lawrence called into work with some BS excuse and so Chris had to work harder or later or something and wasn't sure if we'd be able to hang out. I called and told Chris this but he didn't seem to think it was a big deal. That's all I remember. I only included it because I’ve never dreamed of the same person in 2 separate dreams like that.


So all in all I don't think it was a bad night for dreaming. I, at first, wasn't even going to write but then I decided that I needed to get into this habit and put more effort into it. And so I did and ended up remembering way more than I thought I would. It's a real cool feeling to be able to suddenly recall all of this.

I think I'm making some progress. In fact I think I almost became lucid. When, in my first dream, the Police Officers wife and I were talking about show times for the movie "Inception" in my head I just couldn't wrap my mind around her math. It just didn't add up. Oh well, til tomorrow!

Last night was my first official day of practicing techniques in anticipation of heightening my dream recall. It worked. I never EVER remember my dreams. But I woke up four different times last night after four different dreams. I was awake enough to get three of them down. I didn't sleep really well so I'm sorry if the entry is sort of hard to read. I might edit it up later.

In my dream we (my wife and I) were being shown a picture
of my managers father opening the door to his basement
and three big bats coming flying out. They were named
"sib1" "sib2" "sib3" and Alex seemed fond of them. And
then for whatever reason I remember suddenly being in,
what, I assumed, was my friend Jakes parents house. He and
I were talking,I think, about music.I remember Nick, his dad, came
walking by us, with his guitar, and thanked me for coming
over to his house to visit. I thanked him warmly for
opening his doors of hospitality to me.

Then I see a chart that says my wife iis 4 months pregnant and she is
talking to a doctor about how she isn't feeling great
because of it. She gives me two lotto tickets which
are ripped in half. For some reason the wind takes them
and blows them away so I go running after them. I jump
over a car and then dive and manage to catch both of them.

And then I'm pulling my pants on while standing in a
random bathroom with the door open. My wife iis right outside
the door. Some older guy, who i assume is Jakes grandpa,
is upset that i didn't close the door. Ihave my shirt off.

And then the last thing I remember is my wife going "aww"
aren't they adorable? and we're looking at some mutant
creatures, or something.

I also remember dreaming that the Chicago Bulls somehow
got Kevin Durant in a trade and then they immediately
traded him to the Los Angels Lakers for Kobe Bryant. In
my dream I remember being giddy and laughing and thinking
"now watch Kobe win with Chicagos cast". I also remember
that Boston was close to getting a deal done for Kobe and
someone mentioned that Kobe playing aside Rondo would make
Kobe incredible.

And that was all I was coherent enough to write down. My first dream that I woke up from had my heart pounding but I couldn't get anything written down before I lost it all. I feel dead tired right now. I hope doing this doesn't kill my sleep.