+ sneaking up to enemy base, must retreat, firing grenades from launchers while the enemy fired mortars, turning into full Tribes 1 battle with inventory stations my wife is confronting children hiding guns behind their backs, I yell at her from cover to grab their guns and ammo, by now she has built up a large collection of confiscated weapons + force bubble trapping of bad guy planning a plot against the jedi (he could control the standard on/off switch on their lightsabers) Then we're at a pool table and wracking up the balls. But there are only solid plus the nine-ball which means we can only play nine-ball, but then only two people can play + stuffing a letter into an exposed mail bag of a moving mail truck, it keeps slipping out + epic at the beach - address encryption, leading to an outdoor location - the path there (curved, under trees), some people (older folks) stray off the path and go forwards - 2-layer false memory, didn't recognize place, which I realized was false, I in fact did recognize the location (but this was a false memory). - arrive expecting beautiful blue water but the water is 100's of yards receded from what I "remember" and very dangerous waves - meet JM who does gymnastic bend and sticks his head in to the water and bites the spine of a sea urchin (it's a dare thing that "everybody" is doing these days), I ask him what it tasted like, he answers "like fire." I say "not surprising, it was probably poisoned," "Yes it probably was " he agrees. Then I say I'd never mess with sea anemones, and see progressively larger and larger ones on rocks, which I say are freaky like spiders, with scary long tentacles each one striped with different colors. Then I'm saying to no one in particular how you can't trust sea creatures that apparently are holding on to the rocks, they could at any point jump off to engulf their prey. And I'm telling (my son?) to avoid the huge, room-sized anemone that could eat a man. - lying in the warm, soft, fine, clean, tan sand with dream bride. "luxurious liver" vs. "luxurious sand" in foreign language - beautiful new dream bride who speaks a foreign language and I"m learning hers while she's learning English, think of the amusing and perhaps troublesome situations that can arise from language misunderstandings - the disappointing catalog (burned pages, and the key pages describing how to make money are all missing) and the shrimp lobster (guy says too small, but an old man appears and says he couldn't eat it all in one sitting - the girls get together and sing a song about living in hard conditions without access to modern conveniences, and explain that this is the reason they completely spend the husbands' paychecks every month - my dream bride is making her favorite dish at a makeshift kitchen on the beach, using a sort of grinder handle, and out pops porridge with little colorful chunks of dried fruit. Nobody of the group likes it and ignores her. late: + indoor space, I'm thinking of engaging a girl and then walking away, but then I think I might get in trouble, and some people are setting up cameras to watch me + in a crowd my bag is missing, was it stolen or did I leave it at home? I feel one guy right up against me from behind and I turn and quickly grab him in my arms and frisk him searching for my bag, he's wearing long robes. I frisk another one in robes, I can't find it. I put my stuff on a shelf, tell friends to watch it, tell them again, return home, climbing stairs I see 3 women moving a heavy carpet (up/down?), I think I should help them but I'm in a hurry to find my bag to I step around them and continue up the stairs. home is in my childhood home basement, I can't see my bag, I sense an intruder, I see a guy up behind the piano in the shelves near the exposed dirt, and I scream "get out of here mother%^%$er!" comes at me can't dial 911 keeps coming out wrong number 918, 938, finally get it right and start talking but he comes up to me I fall/sit back on stairs he says "did you report the red & blue pills?", then I realize he's blackmailing me, my favorite childhood things, I say "no," then I say "yes, over a year ago, I haven't heard anything else back," then I realize I'm rich as I can then sell the drugs.
Dream 1- I am in my car driving to the library to pick up a movie, the car is driving itself and I am in the passenger seat. I put my feet up onto the cupholders infant and I feel a fleshy, squidgy feeling underneath my foot. I see a spider crawl out from beneath my foot and quickly smash it up with my fist. I wake up with the fleshy feeling still under my foot. Weird. Dream 2- I am at the top of a ski slope. There are no people around me and I take a look at the view. All of the mountains in the distance are the same, all the same triangle shape evenly spaced apart, kind of like in mario. I look back towards the bottom of the slope and start to ski. A few seconds after setting off I am hit by a snowboarder. I fall over and shout at him but he looses control and falls down the slope. He breaks up into pieces as he falls. Dream 3- I am in a wood cabin on the edge of a forest. I go inside and the cabin quickly fills with water. I look around to see any exits but I'm stuck in the room and the water doesn't stop rising. I press my mouth against the ceiling in a last attempt to get some air but instead I take in two breaths full of water. I wake up and gasp for air. This is the first time I have remembered 3 dreams in one night, cool!
It's over a month since I had 2 lucid events (not great events but something nevertheless) The weather has generally stayed moist and grey but it's far grimmer up North so I'm not complaining. I've recorded 15 dreams since then, none lucid and three reasonably long and vivid (but nothing to really shout about) A couple were negative (I get one or two now and then) A few I could relate to something I'd done or watched, the rest were mainly just a mish-mash of obscure events. I'm good though...generally the results are the same whether I self-condition or not...maybe the basics are now well-ingrained and other influences (as yet not detected) make the difference. Every day...some time between 16.00 to 17.00 I retire to my bedroom, sit upright by the bed in very subdued light and with Thom Brennan's “Submergence” playing very softly in the background I meditate for about 40 minutes. I use the music because it's drone-music, always the same tune and therefore not a distraction. I think I eventually drift towards sleep...not too close because I “snort” like a pig when I'm slipping into sleep or start to fall sideways and neither of those happen. Maybe I'm in deep meditation ...personally I think I'm maybe moving into hypnagogia (although I don't ever get a “start”). Wherever I am it's useful...once a saw a flash of a vision of a person...too quick to identify...today I say what looked like a very clear Youtube video of a house frontage in a suburban setting It was as if I was watching from a passing car (although it never actually went out of vision??) It was so vivid I thought for a second I was watching on a pc, with my eyes open. Dark room, eyes shut, no pc. I realised that I wasn't and I was a bit confused. Was a dream building and I merely needed to slip into it? I felt too awake to do that but I tried to relax and the image gradually faded. A hypnagogic vision? It was very clear and seemingly moving. I cannot normally think of an object and visualise that object clearly with my eyes shut...maybe few people can... But I try to visualise a wire-frame square...no go...except I've discovered I can sometimes do that during meditation... also I can infill with colour...and several times now a rectangle with various shapes inside pops into vision...where does that come from? So...something different again...and that's what keeps the dream alive for me... Still planning for an expected trip with my new mate Psi, sometime in the Autumn...
I was running thorugh the city. At first I ran with a friend called Fran, because cars were going fast and they wouldn't stop for us. Then someone else, a random DC, joined for the run. We were already on a street called Bv Roca and there were few cars in that Boulevard. I saw in front of the street a woman with his son of about 2-3 years of age. He was talking out loud that this couldn't be possible, that we weren't supposed to be there and that she would complain to police or whatever. She was entering a shop. I saw at that time in my side of the street a big supermarket and beyond some trees and houses, in front of that houses a fountain, the other street and a school. We planned to be in front of the school, at the fountains, and there we would think what to do next. But since this woman was complaining perhaps we would get caught before we reached there. To my right there was a large sidewalk and some houses. At that time i was feeling angry and impotent. So when i saw a man entering his house i looked at him firmly, and i shouted at him "look at me!", i was mad, because i wanted to try to explode the shop of the woman. Then i dreamt with entering a house backyard. There was a dog by the door who jumps at me. I push it off nicely at first. Then he comes back and jumps at me again. I push it off now more seriously. He seems to get angry and he bites my hand. Then i dreamt about some friends from the school, they were mainly girls and just one boy called Fran who was taking pictures to one of the girls. Then i dreamt about travelling to Europe i don't know how could i but at few days before travelling to Europe my dad was taking me to school in his car, by the street of "Centro 11". I didn't have doubts that he would pay the trip, so i could go. Then i was in year 2007 entering the house of my music teacher. I was thinking about the economy of this country that it went down since the rise of Menem. But now things maybe could change, but we are very behind in economic growth, we would have to be more efficient than other countries to actually advance. It was a challenge, and if that happened i could think again about economy.
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>I dreamed I was in my grandfather's kitchen and someone's ashes (note my grandma's body was cremated but I don't think the ashes were hers as I've seen her in dreams post-death) were in a container above a humidifier. A ceremony was about to take place, the ashes were in a container which had a trap door bottom. It took place, the trap door activated and the ashes put into water in a humidifier. Why, if there's a reason? Later, I dreamed of being in a building and in a doorway I asked (as if I were on Skype, since I couldn't see his face) "Is this Chris Ballew?" (Musician) and he answered "Yes". Chris is bald, and a few other people were there including one other man a bit older than Chris and this other man is also bald, but who was wearing glasses and had a beard and also had hair on the sides all unlike Chris. Somehow at this point I decided to feel a bald head so I put my hand on this second man's head but I also felt his hair and he said something noting that.
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08.01.2016The Train-Like Restaurant & Fabricated Memories (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID So, I’m going inside a restaurant with a female relative, and the environment itself is akin to a Denny’s. The flooring consists of a bland, dark green carpet with some blotches in it, and the walls are dark brown, with no attempts at hiding the creases of the planks utilized to sustain the composition. The lighting is surprisingly bright, and most of the area seems to be dark, and I noticed the light seems to conform to wherever our current proximity is. I’m not sure what I’m wearing, but I’m getting flashes that I’m probably wearing a sky blue dress shirt with some black dress pants, and brown shoes; maybe even a Khaki/vanilla colored dress shirt with similar colored dress pants as well. So, as we’re going inside, there’s a Hispanic waitress that asks us how many people, and I recall putting my hands up for “two,” but noticed it was putting up for 3, but the waitress inferred that it was for two instead. I quickly put my right hand down, and tried to shrug off the awkward situation. The waitress is wearing a black shirt, pants, and an apron as well. She looks like she’s in her mid-40s, a bundled up hairstyle-like a ponytail that’s scattered about at the ends, and has some makeup that makes her visage a little bulkier, but not in terms of fat. There was something attractive about it, but I can’t fathom precisely why. She has the menu on her left hand, and it’s a vanilla sheet of paper that’s protected by a laminate with some brown leather borders. She’s waving it left and right, and a few nuances of going forward and backward all while making sure it doesn’t touch her thighs. She was quite an elaborate way of walking with swaying her hips side to side, and I’m tempted to look at her rear because she’s moving like a pendulum. She turns her head to the side, and I feel she noticed, and she quickly turned back to the front to continue guiding us where to go. Just when she thought she would find a table for us, I glanced over to my right of a Non-Smoking section stated for verbatim. As she’s preparing to make a complete 180 to eventually ask us if this table will be alright, I asked her if we can go into the non-smoking section. Before I bother listening to her retort, I noticed the table we would’ve sat around had some random dream characters that were already preparing themselves to eat, which was really awkward for the waitress to suggest. She eventually guides us through the non-smoking area, and this environment is starting to feel like some grandiose train with several layers going laterally for some reason due to the how every time we go through a door, it’s like going through the train’s door and mini-hallways before going to the next section. There was this old school vibe behind the train, but it was fairly maintained in appearance. We eventually reach to the other end, and noticed that there’s some tables perpendicularly placed in front of us. They’re covered by white sheets, and the base and legs consist of a caramel brown color with a subtle nuance of yellow to it. There’s some people sitting to the right in front of us, and one that comes to mind is a certain co-worker of mine, but I’m not interested in going into detail on that. So, we’re sitting down, and we finally prepare for what to eat. I remember there were other dream characters that were talking and asking people certain questions like their childhood, etc. I think I pitched in at some point, and started having flashes fabricated out of nowhere. It’s like each flash was a pocket dimension for me to experience those moments that I never really experienced before. These little conduits were transient, but somehow gave me the implication that I had these experiences before, even though I explicitly can say with confidence that these were merely fabricated. Some things that came to mind entailed me running around this tropical beach area where there are some fancy houses around; like some large backyard where there’s this gregarious hangout, and everyone has a spirited disposition. I see remnants of my visage as a child, and me moving around with joy, and then said entity twirling around to face towards me smiling, and then dissipating. I go back into being aware of the current environment with the restaurant section, and things start fading out from there. _________________________ 08.01.2016Eating Tacos with Shane West & Asian Lady (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I’m walk through more hallways that vibe off the vibe that I’m in some train, but still feel a bit too large for the notion. Things are darker than the previous dream, and the orange lighting is the dominate feature that bleeds into the brown-colored theme of the walls, furniture, and cabinets as well. There’s this surreal vibe I’m picking off from the dream, and based on my emotions at the time, it seemed that I’m going through a resting period from some kind of conflict, or objective that was chaotic, I think. Whatever the case, I move forward to an area that looks like a mini-bar, and it seems that it’s already at its closing period, and I noticed an Asian female is all by herself sitting down preparing to munch down on some late night food. She has this waitress outfit where the black dress on top of the white dress shirt she’s wearing is up to her upper thighs for eye candy. She’s really cute, and the puffy white shoulder compartments augments this appearance. She seems to be pretty comfortable with me being around, even though she’s not paying too much attention to me. I noticed that Shane West is also preparing to sit next to her, and asked her while pointing at some Tacos, “Are you going to eat that?” She makes the “No” gesture, and he proceeds to sit down. I go forward, and go around the side and asked her if I can eat some as well. She moves around to sit next to the middle of me and Shane West, and she continues eating. I sit down, and I take that as a “yes,” and proceeded to take one of the tacos. The Taco itself was an absolute guilt trip; ooey-gooey cheese that’s dripping on the sides very slowly. I can see the viscosity glaring at me along with the warm ground beef, and the vegetable toppings with lettuce, tomatoes, and such drenched on the top. I knew it was a dream, and it’s not like I’m cheating on a diet, or anything. I take one long bite where I get my teeth into the taco, and moved my tongue around as if I was trying to caress it, and took a long series of chews to absorb the bulkiness of it all. I can feel the cheesy juices going into my throat, and I let out those “Hmm..Hmm..” sounds. I told her that this is really good, and started to munch them down one by one. I felt a slight disturbance in my stomach, but I didn’t care. The tacos were awesome, but I found the pairing with Shane West, the Asian lady, and me was odd.
I took 50 mg of Melatonin last night (again) and I just had the most amazing dream ever and it wasn't a sex dream this time. I was in school again, this time in computer class and we had this sub teacher who was really mean, stuck up etc. I get myself in trouble by being a smart ass - she said something to some other student and I whispered under my breath telling her to suck my dick. She comes over and sticks her head as close to mine and yells, WHAT DID YOU SAY? I stood up and told her I didn't say Sh*t, and she gets close to me and repeats herself and I said, Lady back off me and she gets closer and I say it again and she gets closer still so I push her away from me and she comes at me and pushes me up against the wall with her hands in fists grabbing my shirt. I punched her in the face and she went down, she told me to go to the office and that she was going to call the police. I went to the door and turned back and the whole class stood up and started cheering for me and clapping and about half the class left with me to support me and say she put her hands on me first/I was defending myself. This time in my dream it was my actual high school. For some reason the office was in the library so I sat down with most of my friends and we went in one by one to tell the story, at this point I forced myself to wake up because I wanted to write this down so I guess that really means I am aware I am dreaming. I wrote it down and then copied it over to 3 of my online diaries and this site here.
Dream January 7 2016: I was hanging out with my fiances boss. Almost like we were romantically involved. He was talking about introducing me to his kids. And i was thinking "This is wrong, Im engaged to your corporal". And as Im trying to leave, another corporal shows up and he starts trying to make a move on me, pins me down on a couch and I get away from him but this insults him. And so I leave and he's following me and for some reason Im at the PD and the corporal tells an officer I refused him so she starts following me. And Im running through a parking lot and she is taking video of me. To show Im....I dont know...unstable? Where I am? Im not sure. And Im running up to people pleading for help and they see the officer and they point me to her. And she finally catches up with me in a dark corner of an alley and she pulls out this old rusty knife and comes at me and I panic and we fight and somehow I get the knife and she's on the ground and I saw her throat open. And then I stand and theres blood all over the knife (but its white almost like milk) and I throw it in the dirt and try to wipe it off and theres a rag nearby so I wrap it and start wiping it off and a man sees me, who appears homeless, and he just nods and I run. I run to an upstairs business which is apparently run by a religious organization and I hear sirens so I tell them I have a knife Im trying to hide from my mother because it is sinful and Ive used it to self harm. And they lecture me. And then they ask to see the knife and tells me its very unique because police issued and then the police make their way to the building Im in. And then.....my alarm goes off.
I don't know why, I'm lucid since first moment. I did a WBTB (without the back to bed part, I woke up and stayed awake in my bed) and attempted an SSILD. I'm lucid since the first time. I'm at the same square as in the last DJ entry, except that this time there is grass on the floor, with beautiful paths made of cobblestone. Kids are playing, some of them are running, some of them just playing with some toy cars on the grass. There are some benches around this park-square, kids' parents are sitting on those. As in nearly all of my dreams, it is dawn time. Really beautiful sunrays are irradiated from the sky. I decide to go for a walk - Whoa, this is really vivid and beautiful, the grass, the paths... I decide to levitate a bit, instead of walking I go levitating to another "patch" of grass, like those fairies in the films. I crouch on this grass and try to stabilize, I rub my palms and then I start touching the grass, which really wasn't grass, but really small round leafs of some herb, the touch is kinda "cold" like some dew , I also smell it, smells like grass (what a coincidence!). I think: - With this I should feel more my dream body and not my waking one. Wait, my waking one, I shouldn't have said that. My dream starts to fade away. I'm in the void now. - Quick, I got to think about something before I leave the dream. I start feeling my body. - This is it I wake up. Well, at least the dream was longer than the other ones and I could stabilize, at least for a while.
01.07.16 Had 5am-1:30pm shift yesterday and have a 6pm-11pm shift today. I slept a lot last night. DR: Very chaotic, fast paced, no leader, nobody knows whats happening or how to solve it, everybody doing his own thing. I'm in some very tall and big structure. Modern building, maybe like office building. There is water on 2 sides. A girl I'm babysitting goes in the shallow water and is dragging a huge black sheet of plastic behind her. I grab it and reel her in. Later on the other side of the buuilding, we look out the window and some huge tornados are in the sky. They ar skinny and they have some cross sections on them. They are weird. We get in the corridors and away from doors and windows. I try to go back and look at the tornadoes again, but I sense danger like I could get sucked out at any moment. Some strange, bad force is at play as well. We look for ways to neutrilize it. We look in cabinets and drawers and other pieces of furniture.
Oh boy! Been enough time since I've written a DJ entry. I have been consistently writing in my physical one (what I'd like to think ;-; ). I've been doing WBTB for the past few nights and I'm happy with my recall when I do so. Unfortunately, I keep waking up after the first WBTB and being too lazy to write the new dreams. I've missed writing around 5 dreams like this. Tonight's no different, but I managed to have a short LD tonight! The dreams I recalled after the first WBTB are sometimes just me writing in my DJ (lol). Anyway, here are some dream fragments: In the dream I wanted to "better myself" or something similar. There were a few dreams where I wrote in my dream journal. I distinctly remember one where I tried to WILD after doing so. And for the other dreams, and the lucid: Get the program, hurry! My brother said we had to obtain this piece of software to fix the broken computer. We had to hurry to the store quick or else some other guy would have taken it. I asked if I could have a new PC after this and he said, "maybe". We never did end up searching for the thing and, though I'm not sure if this is in the same dream, there was this dangerous maze I had to navigate that had monsters and was really bloody from all the other unlucky people to have ventured there. After quite a few awakenings, I came across this dream again: I was controlling this strong man and was entering the maze from the ceiling. I was thinking the monsters'll never catch me from up here, but surprisingly one jumped up very high and nearly bit my legs off. I was back at my real body's view and my brother said, "Come on, we have to go get the software! Remember last dream?" I got distracted by Saitama and Genos (from One punch man) walking down the stairs and had followed them. But I pondered over what my brother said earlier and realized I was dreaming. I was at the bottom of the stairs and there was a turn that led down to more stairs, which led to a door outside. I was at that middle section, and there was a guy standing there. I decided to wear Saitama's hero clothes, and the show's opening started playing in the background. I punched that guy, OPM style. Strangely enough, I did it with my left hand and I'm right handed. Interesting. I went to the bottom of the stairs in front of the door, and I tried using my cape to teleport myself (sorta like Meta Knight) to Boros so I could fight him. That didn't end up working, and I woke up.
Date: Thursday January 7 2016, 12:43 AM Important: No Cool Painter Skater LD #/ > Total sleep: 3:00 Daytime Techniques: Relax, Be, and Do (No thoughts or thinking) Lucid Techniques: "I'm a Lucid Dreamer." + WBTB + (1-10) + plan a title Recall Techniques: "I remember my dreams when I wake up." Asleep - Awake: 9:43 AM to 12:43 PM Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness): 8 Awareness: (1-10; or lucid): 4 Length (how long it felt like! Because that matters): 25 mins Emotions: happy, disappointed Dream Signs: unknown place Lucidity Trigger: / -DJ, Willy, and I are in some guy's house. He's about 23 to 25 years old and lives with his parents. He has a really cool painting above the door that leads to his room and he works on a little bit every day. We go in his room and it's pretty small. But, it's a very cool room to me. The walls are a coral color. I see CDs on hangers. I turn around and see a closet. I say, "Lit. Lit. Everything in this room is lit." I step outside of the room back to where the painting is and I hear that the guys parent's are getting divorced. I hear that the wife is leaving the husband for a lady. The husband finds it outrageous. The wife asks, "Well, will you do all of the stuff that I want you to do? Because you will have to swallow it. And she will." I remember some light skinned woman having fangs. I know feel sorry for the guy with the painting because he's not going to get to finish it. I feel like the transportation vehicle that the guy uses to get around is in a video game that I've played before. But, I don't remember it. I just know that it was an amazing video game. Something happened and the dreamscape changes... Takeaway: -Spend a little more time looking at individual things for a little longer -------------------------------- Court Show LD #/ > Total sleep: 1:07 Asleep - Awake: 8:19 AM to 9:26 AM Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness): 7 Awareness: (1-10; or lucid): 4 Length (how long it felt like! Because that matters): 12 mins Emotions: confused, admiration, disbelief, relief Dream Signs: when I'm talking, when I'm around people Lucidity Trigger: / -I am in the basketball gym and the lights are dimmed down. There are people there including DJ, Willy, JJ, and Looby. If you do use by me talking to someone sitting down and ice it down and say, "I don't know why they wear sneakers shields. Especially to a Spartan Race." DJ says, "That's ridiculous." There is now a circle of people formed around this huge gym. There is some woman dancing in the middle to music that is playing. She takes her top off and is wearing nothing but green leggings. She seems to be doing ballet. I say, "She has gorgeous legs." She gets from out of the center of the circle and the next person starts and I think they take their top off as well. I see JJ in the circle and I look at her like," What the hell?!" She gives me a face that says,"Oh. No! I'm not doing that. I am just standing in line. They are going to skip over me." Then, that says, "Oh. Ok." Something happens and the dreamscape changes... ----- ---Getting ready with a wannabe LD #/ > Total sleep: 3:15 Asleep - Awake: 12:50 AM to 4:05 AM Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness): 5 Awareness: (1-10; or lucid): 4 Length (how long it felt like! Because that matters): 4 mins Emotions: neutral Dream Signs: when I'm watching a screen Lucidity Trigger: / -I don't know where I am. But, apparently, DJ is trying to re-create the movie, "The Loft". I remember seeing Bradley Cooper with wavy longhair almost reached his shoulders. I say something like, "You're doing it all wrong." Something happens and the dreamscape changes...
I was in the left rear seat of a Four-Door 1977-1990 Chevrolet Caprice in Beige which was parked in a parking lot, thinking it was my own. The owner and a few other people came by and I got out, realized it isn't my car and talked with the owner who wasn't mad at me. At some point I said "I don't know how I'm even staying alive" or something similar to that (I know those aren't the exact words) and he laughed.
I took 50 mg of melatonin after a short break of not taking any. It really did intensify my dreams and it led me to waking up several times and falling back asleep. The first 1 or 2 dreams I don't remember, the 3rd one involved a woman who was being hunted by this sadistic family in the middle of the woods, she finds their property and tries to steal a car to get out. I was trying to escape too but thats all I remember. I woke up again and fell back asleep and this time I was in class with either a friend or a sister (if she was a sister it would have been in dream only not RL) and I was being my usual smart ass self that I was when I was in school, i just remembered something. I was able to go back to school in my dream after I graduated and this was set in math class to be specific Algebra 3/4 class. I look through the text book realizing I couldn't do any of the problems and was getting very frustrated. I noticed something was off about my teacher sometimes here eyes would flip to complete black and then back to normal, I realized my teacher was replaced with a demon. Blood started to drip down from the ceiling and he collected some and made everybody do some weird ritual with blood and it summoned hell hounds that jumped through the window and started to growl at everybody, the teacher disappeared and my friend/sis and I were the only ones who didn't do it so she sat there and I stood up on my desk and placed a container underneath the dripping blood to collect it and then I pushed open a different area of the roof and I seen a bunch of dead bodies of all the teachers and even a nun up there that were tied up and rotting but still dripping blood. the blood started to flow heavier and I took what I had and went up to the chalk board and drew some weird symbol on it with the blood and pressed my bloody hand against the symbol as hard as I could and it made all the hell hounds disappear. This is when I woke up again but things took a very nasty course. I was still able to snore but I was not able to move and I wasn't sure I was able to open my eyes but I knew this was a sleep paralysis experience, I felt this presence in my room off to the right by the window like standing over my bed and I pretended to sleep by snoring but it didn't work, I tried to move my arms but when I did they felt numb and like dead weight. The thing off to my right said my name in this taunting like manner like he had control over me and I worked up everything in my might to try to talk so I just kept trying and nothing was coming out but finally I was able to yell "MOM" not really loud but loud enough and she just yelled WHAT? and after that I was able to move and get up. This experience wasn't as scary as the last one but to feel that presence and hear it say my name was really scary.
I’m leaving a store and on my way out I see one of those stuffed animal game grabby machines and it’s really large. All that’s in it are two black body suits with cutouts for the eyes and mouth. On one suit the holes are outlined in lime green, and the other is outlined in orange. There’s a man leaving the store behind me and I turn back as I’m walking and tell him, “those are really creepy.” And laugh. He kinda chuckles and I wonder what he thinks of me. That was bold on my part and not usually something I would do. I get outside and have to wait for a car to pass before I can walk to my car at the very end of the parking lot. There’s a woman sitting on the car that passed and someone runs up to her as the car is driving. Once at my car there is a starbucks across the way but they have updated their logo and it’s now a triangle. People have to mix up their own drinks now by shaking them. I drive away and swerve in and out of obstacles in the parking lot. I start speeding down a curved road where there is traffic and there are cars passing each other by swerving into my lane. I hope nobody hits me. My husband is stressed out by my driving. Out of nowhere tons of police cars fly past me and stop right in front of me. I stop and see them approach another car with guns out. They open the trunk and there are two girls in the trunk in body bags, but they’re alive and they were just having fun. My husband and I are in the kitchen channeling Native American spirits that live in our house. My husband becomes a spirit animal of a bear and I become an eagle. We’re still in human form, but acting and feeling like those animals. A shaman appears and thanks us, telling us that the spirits won’t have to come back for at least 3 more years. So I give them 3 spoons. Afterwards on my bed I tell my husband that I had fun because I haven’t played fun, intuitive role games like that since I was a kid. I’m at D&B’s and we’re getting dinner ready. All I have is leftover potatoes cut into squares and covered with sauce and mango or egg chunks. There’s not much so I try to divide it as evenly as possible. A.W. asks me to scoop up some grease and hand it to her with a slotted spatula. I try but all the grease falls out. She gets annoyed and says something snarky about my ability to do a simple task. I get really angry and vent to my husband about her ridiculous request and expectations.
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