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D1 - Walking around at night, with some other people. i had no money in the dream and was trying to cag food of people in a bar. And just wasting my time lounging about with some others in a bar.

D2 - On holiday, queuing at the airport. Eventually get on the plane, flight is ok. But on arriviing at destination airport the plane crashed straight into the control tower. It all happened in slow motion. The plane was stronger than the tower and mowed through it, and into the terminal building. I saw the faces of the people working in the tower and the glass and other debris flying through the air as the unstoppable plane plowed on through. Everyone and everything that was not nailed down in the plane was thrown about like confetti. People swirled in the air as they crashed backwards, all in slow motion. The plane started to crumple from the nose end backwards.
I had a feeling of pure fear and horror. And a terrible feeling of dred at my inevitable death.

Created Thursday 14 April 2016

I remembered two dreams today, one DILD after a WILD attempt, and one before my first known awakening. However, at the moment, I only know of scraps for the latter.

Scrap Group 1
Like yesterday, I ended up seeing a member from DreamViews in my dream. This was an androgynous person with long, black hair, a person that I assumed was JadeGreen. Later on, I spoke with my brother, Edwin, who lacked his dreads and beard. Then, a good portion of the dream revolved around a Sega Genesis game. Or rather, a black mega-cartridge filled with supposed "demos" of said games, as indicated from a red and black label, as well as a pamphlet that came with it. Of those listed in this brochure were all of the classic Sonic games (Sonic 1, 2, 3, and Knuckles). This cartridge was apparently shown in a private tech convention in the mid nineties, and indeed, a warning label stated it was illegal to have under any other circumstances. I hooked this up to a Genesis console, and played some fantasy beat-em-up game, not unlike the first Golden Axe, though more medieval fiction than Hyborian-esque.


Dream 1 - A Lucid Tour

Scene 1 - Not the Best Spot to Sleep
The visuals were blurred. I woke up in the living room of unknown apartment. Lounging around in the area were my parents, as well as one or both of my brothers.

From the start, I felt uncomfortable and tired. I thus hadn't a care in laying down around or under odd places, starting with the carpeted floor. I later moved under a bar stool, and then under a table, where I dozed off for a bit.

When I awaken, I find myself squeezed under a leather couch. I became suspicious, enough so that my dream form understood the dream state, but not quite "me". Anyway, I had difficulty breathing, but I calmed down. From random thoughts, I tried giving amusing justifications for my predicament. Nothing of the sort occurred. I just simply drifted off again.

Then, I "woke up" once more, this time in my bedroom. Felt as if I've had a miserable sleep. So, I trudged to the master bedroom, seeing my brother, Mathias, walking out. I dropped on the bed, only to find, much to my disgust, that the sheets were damp. And yet, I somehow got too comfortable to think of moving. Heck, I even gambled on this helping me attain a lucid dream.

The scene transitioned afterwards.

Scene 2 - Funnelled Into Awareness
The visuals were clear. I was in a lounge room, decorated by a few brown leather couches and some potted plants. A look out the window walls showed I was in the upper floors of a building, a full view of seaside cityscape outside. The skyscraper's spires pierced through storm clouds, all concealing a twilight sky. At a glance, I could note mom was nearby.

The dark clouds begin spinning rapidly. Within seconds, a narrow, straight funnel cloud descends to the ground. I somehow recalled having a similar dream just days before, and at that, became aware of my state. As such, I relaxed myself, and allowed the twister to do its work.

Those windows shatter, and I'm immediately sucked out of the building. Yet, I'm only dragged but a few meters before I'm simply falling to the streets below. I recover quickly, and glide ahead towards the ocean, all while enjoying the great view. For a few seconds, anyway, as I'm interrupted by landing much earlier than expected.

Suddenly, the surrounding structures crumble in plain view, while the sea recedes, if not evaporates entirely. All that's left is the clear blue sky, as well as a desert of white sand I was standing on. I fly ahead, catching sight of, and chasing, the drying ocean visible in the distance, curious as to where it takes me. There was an eerie lack of noise for a moment. Cue music playing in the background, an ambient, if somber piano piece.

Time moved much faster. Within the span of several seconds, I observed water, foliage, and even sand and clay structures come and go. It was as if I'd witnessed a cycle of the world ending and beginning anew.

Eventually, the visuals got very grainy. As new structures materialized, I noticed these having trite, blocky textures from Minecraft, the buildings being large, triangular roofed buildings constructed in an orderly array of sandstone, cobblestone, wood, and glass. Got annoyed at seeing as much, but at least these attained slightly more smoothed, less blocky textures in time.

The scenery vanished for a moment, though uttering for more time fixed that. A low resolution cityscape then formed ahead, the buildings made of yellow-brown stone material.

By then, I got a bit bored of this tour. So, I jumped right to conjuring up a more personally interesting sight, let's just say a woman to my taste. As I glance beside me, I'm surprised to see just as much in the distance. Yet, she appeared as animated in 3D, much like those ameteur "Poser" figures.

I very much wanted to get her attention. Unfortunately, as I followed her, the scenery collapsed instantly, and I awaken.

Fell asleep: 11:45 P.M.
Woke: 8 A.M.

Fragments.

-A/B/O sex thing, mpreg.

-Guy 2 is under some kind of spell from Guy 1. (I feel like it had something to do with A/B/O again.) I'm kind of like an omniscient presence here, because I can see that Guy 2 is breaking out of the spell and I'm wondering how Guy 1 is not noticing, because he's right up against Guy 2, caressing his face and biting his neck, treating him like a prized pet.

-I come across a message on Tumblr that says I won their giveaway and they wanted to make sure I was legit. Apparently I'd already replied and chosen the $500 for shoes over the $1,000 for makeup option. I wondered if it was through a gift card or actual money because wtf would I do with shoes or makeup. Although I do need new sandals.

-I'm in the back of a car with someone else driving. There's a small yellow/orange worm on the left floorboard. A kitten goes up to it and eats it right up. The driver speaks up warning against it, because the worm is poisonous. I'm thinking 'too late' and say that I'll keep an eye on the kitten to see if there's any effect (though I don't know what I'll do if something does happen).

I'm sitting in a middle seat in the back of a car, I don't know if it's the same one as before though. I'm somehow secured so that I can't move much, and there's things in the seats on either side that make it hard to move as well. The man with me had gone inside (we were in a garage) to get/do something.

Suddenly, a bad man reaches in through the driver side window and starts grabbing at me, it's like he's trying to take something from me. I'm struggling when the man with me comes out and helps me.

~I think there were a few other fragments/details but they were lost.

Activity stats:

These are from Polar Flow for my Polar A300 activity/fitness tracker.



Activity overview:



Wakeup times:
3 A.M. for 20 minutes
5:05 A.M. for a couple minutes
5:40 A.M. for a couple minutes
7:05 A.M. for 30 minutes

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4 Mini Wilds ✨
Just wrote all all out and it was deleted so this version will be shorter. Went to bed around 10 PM after being on DV. Took small amount of melatonin to help me drift off and 100 B. Said mantra's as I fell asleep.✨ Listened to Gateway to Inner self a bit today too - it's great!

Had a row for Wild's albite brief ones
I did wbtb from 3.30am to 4.15am and massage to my back and said mantra's - I set up the bed. I put on the fan and earplugs and I mask.

I lay back down for a long while because of the comfy bed and the massage I was able to stay still for long time with no problem - Dreamlets passed and spasms jogged my foot and other parts of my body - sleep to my body came Finally.

The first wild was happening- I was drifting off and a dream came ...in the darkness I walked up a dark road to the side of the road a figure came to greet me with palms together in a bow. I suddenly felt my body separate away from my body in the bed - i love that feeling ✨and I know i am Dreaming.

"I'm dreaming" I called out happily and knowing I had just come from a Wild dive I was a bit giddy then I called out "next level now" then I called out "higher self now" ( these are from William Buhlman's book but I should have given myself some more time to settle in to the LD

I believe this was all a bit too much too soon and I found myself back on my body

Laid still - letting things come and go ....some time later dreamlets were entering my awareness again✨
I started to make sense of the visions and felt I was standing next to a moving train ...I throw my heavy bag up onto the train and then managed to jump up myself just as the train was picking up speed and moving off into the open track. I was on the last carriage and looked back at the terrain I had just jumped away from - it was a beautiful place
" it's India - how Wonderfull " I cried out happily " I am so happy to see you again!"
Oh - the sky is a beautiful blue and I feel it's a wonderful place to be in my lucid dream world✨

I am back in my bed after feeling the shift come on...I lay still and waited once more

The next was a dreamlet recognition again - in the darkness I can make some shadows out - there is me and 2 others - I am very aware that I am transitioning into a dream so need to act carefully and with ease...I shoot the dangerous robot guy with some metal discs and he starts to disintegrate - I move towards the other person as an attempt to get the Lucid dream going ... I grapple about in the dark about and am back in my body...

The next was myself in a dark room with 2 others - Little David and Daniel...Daniel says under his breath that David is a child and I see David is hurt. I say to Daniel
" You should be respectful towards people as they are to you"
He laughs as I walk out.

I very badly wanted to carry on but had to get up - tomorrow I return !

4 successfull wild Dives - i spose they could have been deild's but i cannot be sure as it felt like some time between each re- entering ...not quickly.
I am happy with my awareness during the dives as being present and able to respond to the dreamlets is something I very much wish to work on more and more ...yay " It's happening !" - I feel good progress in being made after about one year of pretty steady work ... My LD number is now 110 - mostly Dild/Mild's

6.30-7.30am
Medium LD #394
Next to the bed are two small white alarm clocks showing different times. I find my phone to try and work out what time it is. A stream of texts appear. Each text message is a comic book panel though and seems to be a story. This makes me question everything and I do an RC to confirm the dream.

I try to get out of the window and end up in a white void. Pushing onwards leads to a small park with a cyclist and two people in giant panda suits. Er. The dreamscene is unstable and fades.

False awakening. I am able to hold my awareness as the previous scene fades so instantly do another RC and find myself still dreaming. The window of the room is blocked with slats of wood. There is a door, the only other possible exit, but that way is blocked with hundreds of folded clothes. The more clothes I pull down the more appear. This dream is being uncooperative.

Getting angry I decide to punch my way out and do a partial transformation to enlarge my fist and arm, then use super strength to bust open the planks of wood covering the window.

Once outside I quickly summon Hukif, Sensei and Dolphin. They do not appear as expected. Or maybe I don't know what to expect... Dolphin looks kind of vaguely like Thor from the marvel comic books. Six foot four roughly and long blonde hair but wearing a stripy t-shirt. Hukif's avatar is more average height, as is Sensei. They both have strange hair which moves independently, as though alive.

Right let's sort this out properly. I transform dolphin and Sensei into Superman outfits of blue with red capes. Then I turn Hukif into Batman, purely by pointing at each of them and telling them who to become. Hukif's armor looks really cool but it is more like Daredevil's armor from the new TV series: Black and grey with bat ears instead of devil horns. Close enough.

Before the battle can start there is one more thing. I need to transform as well! HULKBUSTER! Throwing my arms down to my sides I feel the metal armor covering them and can feel myself growing and bulking out. Red and gold plates covering me. The fight kicks off and I start trying to hit the two Superman dressed figures with repulsor blasts. (Forgot we were supposed to fight with pillows.) They are nimble and keep dodging. Hukif is kicking arse and throwing batarangs around.

It is impossible to tell Sensei and Dolphin apart now as they have both fully transformed into Superman, but everyone seems to be invulnerable to damage. Superman tries to punch me in the face and it connects but doesn't hurt. Then I decide to activate the armor's boots to get a sudden boost of super speed. This sends me shooting down the road and into a covered walkway area. I try to get back but can't find the others and the dream fades soon after.

Cough kept me up last night. Getting better though...

I false awoke in some hotel somewhere. I was naked and some other people saw me, and wondered who I was . I got under the covers and went 'back to sleep'.

...

I was on campy. More buildings I hadn't seen before. I remember one was a very tall thin building with these sunken-in windows on one side. I think I almost became lucid in this one, but wound up waking up instead.

Fragment (0.5x2=1)

I remember talking to my friends and wondering how to have a Fa, they where wondering the same. There are a man that tried to make me meditate in a dream, I don't know why he just did. This man also seemed to be a killer as it felt like I was in a movie. He was trying to be someone else I knew but he wasn't and I find out for myself kn the end.


Hell kicked off as Jack came into Hannah's room trying to be a big man, so he later a finger in me and so I screamed in his face, thays what happened when you don't have respest for family family members. I also remember being on a football field and a and an old friend was there from school and my actually real care worker IWL. I didn't want him to see him but I think he might off, where just casually started kicking the all around the field doing weird tricks. My phone dissapeared as we where playing so it was like I needed to find my phone but I don't want to just get up and leave and start finding it as it might be a bit rude. We stopped playing and sat down so I went to find my phone then but it wasn't to be seen, I kept looking and I pick up the grass then there it was just laying there.

I remember watching some guy get chased by something while on a skateboard and thought hell yeah that's awesome! I try it, I'm outside, I'm looking for my skateboard, it pops upto me and I go, it seems like a video game and it's hard to turn the wheels, I figured that I was driving it the wrong way and had re-adjust the comtrols haha so it was easier. As I'm riding along the streets, I see a beautiful car, a very shiny read car, it looked so amazing I got off the skateboard and wanted to have it for myself so as I go to get it, it suddenly dissapears.

There where something to do with wrestlers and one girl wrestler, I don't know what they where doing and I don't know why, but they started doing some long speech about there carrer, they looked sad, they came out and said that they where all going to fake there death then moment they perform there entrance with all excitement and ripping off all there clothes.

So I spoke about this to at least one user in the chat system 'SwordArtOnline' ( I think I remember your name correctly). I sometimes sleep with music in order to influence my dreams. The headphones I use are these

They sit flat to my ears so I can still lie on my side, you see I move about a lot in my sleep sometimes. The music I choose can either be very specific and I would stick to a playlist or I put all 1003 of my songs on shuffle. I can end up with some interesting results.

The most influenced was a dream involving me dancing with someone I knew to the song 'Paralyzed' (disfigure remix) by DM Galaxy. We moved in time to the song and slowed down whenever the music would distort etc. What we danced on were platforms that I can only describe as being in a Mario 3D level (I have never owned or played the game).

Another instance of influence was in some more recent dreams. The first I can't remember the song but my friends were singing the song (these friends happen to be in a drama group outside of school, apart form one). They guy who I couldn't take my ears away from was the one who didn't go to the drama group, but I was still rather enamoured by the voice (granted it wasn't really his own but the songs).

Just after this occurrence I was transported to a back alley place, which had one of those bouncing car things like at a kids park. It also had a Large red fire engine thing that was built into the ground. The song 'Fuck U Betta' by Neon Hitch was in the background and I am SO GLAD none of my friends were singing it... that would've been strange...

Morning of April 14, 2016. Thursday.

Dream #: 18,014-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min 30 sec.



My dream starts as a typical painting and maintenance dream. The setting is a version of our present home with a fictitious open room between the lounge room and dining area where a big wardrobe against the west wall is between them.

I have clarity as I enjoy my work. I have an occasional concern about paint dripping on folded clothes on wardrobe shelves and the floor. It is light blue paint that changes to a cream color and back to blue. It occurs (several times) when switching back and forth to the different rooms. At one point, I am concerned by the thicker ridges caused by having slapped on too much paint.

Above our bed, a short distance from the ceiling is an artistic feature left by the former tenant. There are red ribbons in a trailing frame pattern that partially enclose a large and rectangular piece of tinfoil that blocks about eighty percent of the view of the ceiling. I try to paint around it.

I see a large and ancient painted tapestry. The paint seems to have expanded and blurred over time. I recall that all I have to do is touch something to refurbish or perfect it. I feel the upper right corner of the tapestry. As a result, it becomes beautiful and more defined as I watch, more detail clarifying the image in a slow sweep from right to left. I think I will finish painting the walls this way. Even so, the walls paint themselves in a light cream and blue pattern as the previous lumps and minor cracks smooth out.

I summon a haunting (regular in dreams since childhood). I pretend the room is haunted, knowing if I concentrate, I can bring about a haunting. I read various large letters and word clusters on the wall. An unknown female, a professional investigator, who reminds me of actress Helen Kleeb as in the 1970s, writes down what I say, most of which is gibberish I spell out for her.

Eventually, I say, “Oh, it’s a name.” It is Rosemary Berry (unfamiliar, but it reminds me of other rhyming dream names, such as Tony Karoni). I report “Ms” appears before the name. (It is possibly an association with “MS. Found in a Bottle” by Edgar Allan Poe, or Matisyahu’s “Message in a Bottle.” I have recently listened to it and made a version. However, the “MS.” of the Edgar Allan Poe story supposedly means “message” in only some sources and “manuscript” in more credible sources). I am glad signs of a ghost are present even though I am aware it is the result of my pretense.

Suddenly, I am a little boy of about eight years old, and I see an unfamiliar friendly boy (a ghost of a former resident) walking up to a jagged hole in the wall. (This “doorway” is a haunting feature, and other people who are present cannot see it.) I am aware his name is Hamlet. The investigator is supposed to be my mother now. (Helen is the name of my wife Zsuzsanna’s mother). I tell her about Hamlet. She says, “Oh” and remarks with seeming frustration and disappointment, “You’re just dreaming!” She thinks the Rosemary Berry incident we shared previously was a dream. I feel her condescension, but as I am a child, there is not anything I think I could say. She towers over me to my right, and I feel like a child in size contrast.

We walk through a parking lot (for liminal modulation, typically the last setting in a dream). After looking at documents she was carrying in her bag, she cautiously says, “Oh…Hamlet was one of the former residents…” (with attestation emphasis on “was”). She looks at me curiously as I wake slowly.

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So this is recall of last nights dream, fragments of it at least.

One fragment includes me walking down my road in pjs that were not my own, they were pale blue and flannel type. I was kind of sliding about rather than walking really. At the corner of my road was a poorly built shelter and it was raining. In the shelter was a stand with my parcel on it (last week I had ordered some things from Amazon) it was the last one to arrive but it had already been partially opened and looked as if it had been wrapped back up in brown paper and tie cords.

Another fragment or 'event' happened in what looked like a decent sized motel room. Everything had a sort of old western aesthetic to it, the floor was carpeted and worn down. The bed that folded out from the wall was a queen size and had brown bedding. Opposite the bed there was an old radiator which looked to not be in use and was being used instead as a jewellery stand (because that makes perfect sense). Behind that was a wall vent, with the fancy designed metal so it didn't look boring in the wall (at least I assume that's why people did that). In the dream I actively took pieces of jewellery from it to inspect and recognised some as my own, it was all themed with the old western aesthetic again, leather cord, animal teeth, wooden beads of primary colours and aboriginal design kinda thing.
Then I went to inspect the wall vent and it turned out to be storing stuff. I found my BuckyBalls (tiny magnetic ball bearings that you can make cool geometric shapes out of) with some of them in a smaller container beside. I remember scolding myself in the dream about "that's where the others have gone!"

One very short fragment I recall is when I found out I was in the blue pjs, I was sliding down something and that's it...

Woke up at 5.10, not remembering a dream. I stayed up for 35 minutes but when I went back to bed I felt it was useless to go for a WILD, I turned to my side, used a mantra about remembering my dreams and fell asleep. At the 7.10 alarm I remembered nothing, still wasn't motivated for a WBTB and slept some more. Woke up at 8.50:

This is not about you
My dad called me (he doesn't live in the same country as I do) and told me how he'd had a letter/message of a friend of mine (he didn't say who). He was very worried about it. I asked him to tell me more, because I can't really help when the information is that vague. He told me that my friend had described the problems he has with his wife and how this was all quite problematic for him (my dad). I insisted... what do you mean... how is this a problem for you? In the meantime I was also wondering why my friend would tell my dad about this, how did he manage to find out where my dad lives?
We weren't on the phone anymore by now, we were walking in between big greenhouses. I was getting angry with my dad, why can't he just be straightforward and say what is on his mind, and .... how could he be so egocentric thinking this was about him? It finally came out: Because my friend told my dad about his marriage problems, my dad thought that I was having an affair (with my friend)! And that would be very difficult for him. Steam was coming out of my ears! I'm not having an affair, I'll never leave my husband, my friend has big problems and has a really difficult time, why do you always think that you are the victim... this is not about you!!!!
I woke up feeling angry.

1) I work with a partner to fix something that does not work for a company. Although we know how to solve the problem there is a big mess and very difficult to work well. Here works a woman who already know and we decided to leave work for another day and go for a drink with her. I have the feeling that we do not do well and do not like.

2) I'm at a school in which teach young kids programming on computers and perform various technology projects. I see the teacher and students are seated at several tables, there are computers in all of them and see some of the notebooks in which students are solving math exercises that seem very complex and do not quite understand. Then one student tells me that a 3D printer is available for testing designs. The printer starts running, do not know if I'm the one that has launched, but performs a design of an object (do not know what exactly) and when finishes the student tells me that I must destroy the design with the same printer and start to use it like a vacuum cleaner sucking and is destroying everything that had been done.

1) At university. We were in an auditorium with a glass front looking out onto fields. Someone was explaining that aspargus grew on trees and was then transplanted into the fields were it gre. I couldn't see any asparagus so was confused, then looked at a map which showed where everything was planted. We were then all in another large classroom, it was very nice with carpet floor and soft chairs. It was almost exam time. Someone was explaining how important a particular form was and was making sure we all had a copy of it, I thought I probably didn't but could look it up online and thought it a bit silly that there was so much emphasis on just one form. Then it was the end of the lesson everyone got up and started to leave. I pushed in front of some girls leaving the room, The corridors were rather complicated and I followed someone else out. Then we were in a canteen and I was looking at a large metal vending type machine with lots of cartons of drinks.

No one believed me but I showed everyone at a college that I could fly. I demonstrated supernormal powers to everyone that was around me. The principal of the school told me that I was expelled because he thought I was lying.

I am working in the female clothing shop that my mom used to work in when she was younger. The place is different from reality. It's significantly less crowded with clothes and the cash register has been moved to another wall. Several customers enter one by one. One guy enters and is looking for something. I'm about to tell them that this is a shop for women when my colleague (a white guy) tells him to look in a specific rack. Apparently we have a small men's section. That's new to me. A bit later another guy comes in and asks what I think of a certain shorts. It's the exact same as the one I bought in Indonesia and I tell him so. I'm afraid for a moment that might put him off, but apparently not. Two more white guys come in, saying that they're testing security. I am weary about them. Perhaps it's a ruse to steal some stuff. At some other point in time I have to use the pin device, but it's being a bit bitchy, so I ask my colleague for help. He tells and shows me that you have to press in a code which was something like 111211.

The shop is now... something else. My first ex girlfriend is here. I'm helping someone in her family move? Her mom has made food. Rice with beans I think. Her dad is present as well. I snort for a moment and she asks me what's up. I tell her that my mom thought her dad had died [my mom really did think that]. Might wanna sort that out.

I'm just outside the shop with my housemate and... his aunt? Or someone else, I don't know. Anyway, the woman in question gives us something as a gift. It turns out to be 2 tickets to a NBA match on April 13th at 19:00. At first my housemate wanted to keep them, but he then realised he already had plans. I would like to go, but I'll probably be working then since that day is Kingsday [no it's not].