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A few dreams I recall.

Monster from swamps

There were many rumors that a strange and extremely dangerous creature appeared in swamps to the north. Government sent special forces to get the monster, but all agents were slaughtered and it set loose. An alert was announced, as the monster was in my village. By midnight I decided to take some equipment and patrol around my house. I took an axe, a flashlight, and for some reason a point laser.

I went to my garden, and saw a woman running to my house. I moved back and tried to talk with her, but she was hostile to me. I ran back to garden, and realised that I'm the monster from swamps. I decided to catch that woman, as she might call for help and bring special agents on me. I watched from behind some bushes as she was making a shelter in a building close to my house.

Then I decidd to strike, and chased her around. She tried to blind me with point laser, when suddenly I've stumbled upon a dead agent. I searched his body, and found a pistol with sleeping darts. As soon as I met that woman, I shot her and she went asleep.

I dragged her body to carpentry workshop of my father and placed her on the floor. She had bright hair, and was wearing a pale-blue shirt, jeans trousers and brown shoes. I stripped her of her clothes and it really turned me on, but sex with her wasn't feeling as good as stripping her.

Guerilla Bunker

The world was dominated by a mad scientist and his army of uber-soldiers and mutants. There were many guerilla groups fighting him across the world, but we've lost contact with them. I opened a heavy, metal hatch of the bunker and went to the surface to look around.

The bunker was placed in badlands and was surrounded by hills. There were no trees or any other vegetation. I looked at the sky - dark, heavy clowds were a sign of gathering storm. Our bunker was surrounded by metal barricade.

Suddenly I heard an alarm. I heard explosions, and I couldn't see anything through smoke. I readied my assault rifle, and waited. When smoke dispersed, I saw a huge army led by the mad scientist himself. He shouted "All other bunkers were destroyed, you are the last!"

I ran inside the bunker - walls and floor were covered with gray-blue tiles. There were bedrolls scattered around. I closed hatch behind me to get some time, but suddenly i heard another explosion. Diggers opened a tunnel to bunker and a king cobra mutant appeared. It was purple, wearing pink sunglasses.

It chased me around the bunker until I thrown it at someone. The mutant bit his head off and placed it's tail inside the corpse's throat to take control. Then it chased me around repeating "Fish" to itself. Soldiers entered bunker and killed guerillas, then I pointed my finger like gun and killed some of them. Mad scientist entered bunker, but I escaped through hatch.

Falling crane, fish mutants

I was in school. It was warm, spring day, though wind blowing from east was a bit cold. I thought that I should see a doctor, just in case. I heard from someone that one has it's building behind school, and went to search for him. I couldn't find it however, as there were only seaside ruins behind my school.

I wandered slowly, looking at ruins of colliseum, abandoned buildings, ruined flats, and a huge crane towering over abandoned shipyards. Vegetation around was dead, with gray grass and nearly no trees. Suddenly the earth started to quake - the crane was falling!

I almost fallen into a sea, but I held on. I took a phone out of my pocket and made some pictures. Suddenly strange mutated fishes were jumping out of sea nad running around, and vegetation changed a bit. There were holes in the ground surrounded by plants similar to heath, but should you fall down, you'll be devoured by these plants.

I had to find some way out of shipyards. I avoided a huge, blue whale-like fish and small half lizard - half fish brown creatures and run away from there.

First lucid dream of the year!

I don't have much time to describe it, so.

My cousin was gonna be a daddy. I sent him a message to congratulate him, but I messed it up. Then, I asked him if we could be business partners.

After that was done, I went to a weird room where two people who were supposed to be my best friends were. One of them said they wanted to play a game, but the other said they were too tired. We decided to play one round.

The game was weird and boring, something about poetry. There were other people there, plus my dog. I was weary of a cable, and I started thinking that one of my best friends wanted to kill us all.

Then, my other best friend mentioned the storms. I had no idea what she was talking about, so I went to the window and opened it. The roads were covered in... I dunno. It looked like the city had been taken over by a swamp. I looked at that and thought "OMG THIS IS SURREAL HOW DID IT HAPPEN BECAUSE OF ONE STORM THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE"

"...wait a minute. THAT. IS. IMPOSSIBLE. THIS IS A DREAM!" So I slapped myself in the face a few times and felt no pain. I decided to jump through the window and fly. I did that and, as I was falling, I thought "well, I didn't REALLY do a RC, so I may have just killed myself..."

But, at the last second, I started flying. I flew around the destroyed roads and, for some reason, sang the Dragon Ball Z theme. It was fuuunnn!

And that was it!

Morning of January 9, 2016. Saturday.



In my dream, I am, for whatever reason (and with a presumed but undetermined back story) on a tourist bus somewhere in South America. I am not sure of which country though the odds logically favor Brazil.

I am with my two youngest sons, though the bus is crowded and people are mostly in random seats apart from each other, including a group of girls who talk to each other from different parts of the bus. There also seem to be locals (of whatever region we are in) on the bus. My two youngest sons are the only other dream characters that are familiar in any way.

The bus is apparently on its way to the airport where people will then get to their designated flights. However, when the bus driver gets off the bus due to difficulties with a semi blocking the grassy parking area exit to the road, the bus starts to roll a bit down an embankment until it hits a large tree covered with vines. When I look out the door of the bus to the right, as I am now near the driver’s seat to see what is going on at the front of the bus, I see that the semi is actually turned on its side. One of the tourist guides, a young male (probably not even as old as twenty), who is sitting on the overturned semi-trailer, tells one of the female passengers to shut up when she reminds the bus driver that the arrival at the airport needs to be at a certain time. The person looks a lot like an obnoxious and evasive co-worker I had years ago when I worked at the Onalaska Cemetery even though I do not make this direct association during my dream.

The bus continues to remain in its position and the driver does not return. Soon, about five local South American police officers board the bus for an unknown reason. I get the impression my sons and I will miss our flight back to America (even though I live in Australia in real life). I decide we will walk to the airport even though it is likely miles away. I ask one police officer (an older chubby dark-skinned male with a mustache) if my sons and I can leave the bus and he nods to me in a friendly manner.

After I get off though, I notice my sons are not with me so I call to them and they get off the bus and join me. I had gotten off from the side door from the middle of the left side of the bus even though the door near the driver’s seat was on the right side. I do not know if there are any buses designed like this as it would not be sensible, though it may be a distortion of having been on both American and Australian buses. The police had mainly come in through the back of the bus as well as a couple from the side door.

My sons and I go down a steep embankment with high grass in a somewhat jungle-like clearing. I realize that it will be very difficult to walk to the airport (north of our location), and it looks like the bus will not move for a long time. No one has come to offer help regarding the overturned semi that still blocks the tourist bus’s path as well as police cars and a couple military vehicles. My sons and I were the only ones allowed to leave the bus for whatever reason. All of the people on the bus are considered as suspects and witnesses of an unknown crime.

I decide that I will use teleportation (even though I am not lucid) to take us all home. I close my eyes and concentrate on getting home and as I open them again, there is a shift in consciousness. I open my eyes and the three of us are in the living room on Loomis Street (where I have not been since 1994). I know my wife Zsuzsanna will be returning from the store soon.

Teleportation, flying, and telekinesis are extremely common even in my non-lucid dreams, but what gets me is the continuous recurrence of places (and unusual composites that utilize their features) where I have not been in over twenty years. Because the Loomis Street location is where many of the miraculous and unexplained links to the Source occurred, there may be some relevance there rather than as just a setting. More on this will be in another entry of this date and the difference between teleportation events and flying events relative to locations.

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This morning, I dreamt of three of my previous homes and my present one. Loomis Street, King Street, Barolin Street (Australia), and our present home.

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I followed two of my former best friends up a staircase to the very top floor of a library. They didn't see me following them so I felt sneaky. When I got to the top floor I stopped when I saw a vending machine with very discounted prices. I thought the prices were discounted because not many people went to the very top floor of the library, which was smaller than the other floors. I bought a chocolate bar for 7 cents. My former friends had walked into the library. Then I walked into the library and saw a former boyfriend sitting at a table. I sat down beside him at the table and ate my chocolate as he was writing. He tried to ignore me but I could tell that he was disturbed or annoyed or something like that but I was content eating my chocolate and thought his annoyance was humorous.

[Notes]:
- Not much to say. I'm pretty surprised I remember anything at all; I went to bed at 1:30AM.

Lucid Non-lucid Non-dream
[Dream begins]:
So I'm at MPROD and A decides we have to go to my house to meet. It's a post-apocalyptic world, kinda like Fallout, and we drive up to some barn. I disarm some tentacle-mine things... yeah.
[Dream ends...]

the dream began trying to run and play games with my family at my deceased grandfather's house. I had something wrong with my lower back and in the dream it really hurt to run, a deformity that a dream character told me about later. I was trying to get the attention of some girl by playing football
but with my short leg, and deformed hip i could not run very far.(There is nothing wrong with my leg in reality) At this point I realize this is not my body. I went inside and sat at the table.
I was at the table, there was a game and i was playing with, it was circular and it had bb's in it. i tried to throw it back
on the table and my dad who is deceased, told me take it to the store and pay for it, i said no. He again repeated louder, "take it to the store and pay for it"
i repeated NO!. I got up from the table, give him the finger and walked outside. I thought for a second, and then ran away. I took off my shirt for some reason and put on a halloween skeleton mask and started running down the road i lived as a child, i ran along the road and realized i was a child now.
I found a bow and arrow and grabbed it then started running down the hill. I saw some arrows in someone's fence line and grabbed them and ran. At the bottom of the hill
were several fences i had to jump
I then found my tree fort after climbing down into the woods.

Then the dream changed into a parking lot and i was a spy infiltrating a building by going through a gated parking lot
i had some help by a couple of people in a white truck. i ran into a room and sat down, i was wearing some raggedly cloths and everyone was sitting at a long table,
wearing blue sport coats and ties. i was listening to a speaker 'talk about how the military was recruiting these guys, and everyone was taking turns talking. when it came time for me to talk everyone got noisey and i told them i was already part of a fraternity and didn't want to join, i told them it was the one
with bones. they tried to get me to tell them my name and i told them "not a chance", i saw one of them write down ?FRANKLIN on a yellow folder.
i told them i was leaving and one of them said we will tail you. i told them you wouldn't know a tail if it bit you on the ass. Thats when i started running.
everyone chased me, about 30 people. i was jumping through doors, swing on bars in the ceiling, and thats when William, a friend of mine walked up
and started helping me. i got outside by running through a sanitary zone as you see in a hospital
i got back to the two guys outside and they helped me get through the gate. police showed up and started shooting, i jumped on a motorcycle and took off..

After my WBTB, I WILD into my living room at home. I realize that I’m an idiot and didn’t pick anything to do for this lucid (maybe because I wasn’t entirely expecting another lucid so close to the last one). I try to think of anything that might be interesting to try out. I somehow recall a lot of people on the forum saying that meditating in a lucid is an awesome experience, but considering how I don’t meditate in real life (and when I try to, I get too distracted by my ADD thoughts), I’m not sure if I should try. But, no better options come to mind, so I figure, what the heck. I sit down in the classic meditation pose, and I actually start to levitate off the ground a bit. The sights and sounds around me seem to get much clearer. So far so good, I guess. Surely this’ll be easier than in waking life with all of its distractions.

In this case I was wrong. My dad walks in the room. (Story Time: Whenever I’m home on break from school, I’m basically full-time tech support for my parents. Apart from fixing computers/phones/TVs/cable boxes/etc., my dad will often interrupt whatever I’m doing about every 10 minutes to ask me some question about his phone/computer/Facebook. The answer is always something so simple that he could’ve Googled it himself, but he insists that I help him. As you’ll see, this habit of his has carried over into my dreams…) He sits down and immediately starts blabbing something about his phone acting up. I remind myself that this is a dream and try to ignore him, but it seems to make him louder. I finally get up and walk out of the room, but he follows me out, still talking about his phone. I run upstairs, go in my room, and lock the door. I can still hear him outside the door, now raising his voice to a shout. Ugh, this is ridiculous. I crack open the window, get a running start, and jump outside, flying off away from the house. Unfortunately, before I can get back to meditating, the dream destabilizes and I lose lucidity.

I’m now in this movie theater with a couple friends to see the latest Disney-Pixar movie. It’s supposedly an IMAX movie theater, even though it’s really just a really wide curved screen that stretches across the entire front of the room. The room is much larger than an actual movie theater, and it looks like it seats a few thousand people. Me and a couple friends are off to the left side, about 10 rows from the front. For some reason, though, the seats are angled off towards the left wall, so I only see a small portion of the left side of the screen until I turn my head really far to the right to see the rest of the picture.

We sit through the first few minutes of the movie, when the movie pauses. Some lady walks to the front of the theatre, and 3 more flat projector screens lower from the ceiling, showing a slide about some charity organization. I can somehow see her nametag from where I’m sitting, which says Hanna on it. She introduces herself as Hanna Montana. “I know what you’re thinking, but I’m missing the last ‘h’. So no, I’m not a widely-adored pop superstar.” I turn to my friend next to me. “To be fair, neither is Miley Cyrus.” My joke made 3 rows around me start cracking up, and my friend even spit out his drink from laughing so hard.

We sit through the movie (which amazingly is only about 10 seconds long), and me and my friends kind of hang out in the theater for a few minutes afterwards. A police officer walks up to my friend Joel and tells him that he’s gonna have to come with him. I try standing up for him. “What seems to be the problem, officer?”
“Well, this hooligan was spotted last night causing a ruckus during a showing of Star Wars, and so he’s been banned from the building. Yet somehow, he managed to crawl his way back in here past our security.”
Joel walks out into the aisle, with the cop behind him. He gets to the top of the stairs, and suddenly makes a run for it. The cop quickly pulls out his taser and shoots him before he even gets out the door. Unfortunately, I didn’t get to see Joel falling to the ground (because man, that would’ve been hilarious to see IRL).

After the movie, I head home, jump on my computer, and play some Minecraft. It’s a weird version of Minecraft in that it’s played from a top-down perspective, making it kinda hard to see what you’re actually building. I somehow discover a secret passageway that leads under this nearby lake, but when I travel down it, I get stopped by this massive scorpion. I’m now fighting it in first person, but I realize all my weapons are gone. The scorpion has pretty strong armor too, so it’s gonna be impossible to fight him in this state. Still, I give it my best shot. I run around him, dodging his tail strikes. He charges towards me, knocking me down, though I do manage to land a few punches on my way down. It doesn’t hurt, obviously, since it’s just a video game, though everything else about the experience feels pretty realistic. After a trading a few more blows, I’m down to one health, while the scorpion has barely taken a scratch. Oh well, it’s not like I had anything valuable in my inventory, guess I’ll just die then.

Suddenly, a glowing arrow shoots from the entrance of the passageway, one-hit killing the scorpion. I look in the direction the arrow came from, and see this guy with jet black hair and a leather jacket standing at the entrance, bow extended toward the monster. I go to thank my mysterious savior, but he just raises his nose at me. “Ha, how could you even come into a level 12 cave without any weapons? Maybe you should go back and do the tutorial levels, you noob!” The world around us fades out before there’s a bright flash of light.

Fair warning, the next part reads like a novel. It was a pretty long, detailed section of the dream. I don’t remember all the dialogue that occurred, but I do remember most of the emotional connotation of it, so I based the dialogue on that.

I’m now in this huge wooden cabin, getting out of this strange white capsule on a metal track. As I get up, I have a rush of false memories in my head that give me a context of what’s going on. I don’t really know how I know these facts, I just kinda suddenly know them. I’m somehow 50 years in the future - I have no clue how I got here, but I’m here. Much like in the book “Ready Player One” by Ernest Cline, the world thrives entirely off of virtual reality. People basically live their entire lives in their personal VR capsule. The cabin I’m in is an “access point”, a place where people can bring their capsules and connect directly to the “hub”, the worldwide center of VR activity. The tracks on which my capsule was positioned were used to physically take users to the hub, and during the journey, the capsules would begin the boot-up process before finally being connected at their destination.

Speaking of capsules, mine wasn’t the best. I seem to recall getting one of the cheaper ones - it was enough to successfully connect to the hub, but it wasn’t meant for the incredibly realistic experiences boasted by VR companies. The screen in the eyepiece wasn’t that high of a resolution, and haptic feedback - the equipment that simulated a sense of touch - was pretty terrible. Everything you touched, from a hard granite countertop to the soft fur of a kitten, registered as the same stiff poke - there was no variance on how hard it poked you, you just knew you had touched something because you were poked. But I was fine with it, I couldn’t really afford much more than that.

And of course, my “mysterious savior” was Johnny Blade. Of course, that wasn’t his real name, but he had used that username to climb the e-sports ranks, so it was what everyone knew him as. Because of his gaming success, he had a ton of sponsorships from all the major e-sports advertising companies, and was on the cover of just about everything. He was a pretty big celebrity. Unfortunately, he was also a pretty big douchebag too. His hair color - which was reflected in all of his video game avatars - was an obnoxiously dyed shade of black that apparently made some sort of fashion statement. That, tied with his signature leather jacket, made him look like a mix between a 1950’s greaser and Biff Tannen from Back to the Future - with just about the same attitude. Lucky for me, he exited his game of Minecraft shortly after I left, and just so happened to exit to the same access point as me, conveniently on the track next to my capsule.

“Well, the least you could do is thank me. I saved your precious level 1 armor,” he sarcastically remarks. “We all know you must have spent a long time on acquiring it, so I didn’t want you to have wasted your life. Lord knows you don’t have much of life to waste.”
“Oh, rest assured, if I had half as many sponsors that you have kissing all over your disgusting feet, I could’ve just bought all the armor in the shop. And I guarantee I wouldn’t be half the snob you are about it, either.”
“Jealous, much? Maybe if you spent as much time practicing as you do whining, you might be able to make a name for yourself. Anyway, I don’t have time for this. Network interviews, photo shoots, you know how it is… Oh wait, no you don’t. Adios, peasant!”

Oh man, I want to slap him so bad. I don’t care if he has lawyers at his beck and call, someone needs to teach him a lesson. I walk back over to my capsule, ready to go back into the hub, when I spot Johnny’s capsule still on the track, unlocked and open. I hesitate for a moment before walking over to inspect it. As to be expected, his capsule was state-of-the-art. Stater-of-the-art than state-of-the-art, in fact, as his sponsors often gave him plenty of new equipment prototypes months before they hit the markets. Well, if someone needs to teach him a lesson, I think I just found my curriculum.

I size myself up - we have pretty similar builds, even though I’m about an inch shorter than him. I lay down in the body-shaped contours of the capsule. It’s a tad snug, but it’ll work. I sit up to press the launch button on the side of the track. I always thought that was kind of a design flaw - that you or someone else had to press the start button on the track outside the capsule before it would launch. I guess I never had that problem on my capsule, since the door closed pretty slowly on it anyway, giving me plenty of time to position myself correctly. Unfortunately, the capsule door shuts almost immediately once I press the button, shoving me into it in a weird, squatted position. My head didn’t even make it to the head portion of the machine.

This is bad. For one, I’m quickly feeling uncomfortable, as the cramped position I’m in is putting a ton of pressure on my arms and neck, so I don’t know how long I can stay stuck like this. Second, I can feel that the capsule has already launched down the track, meaning in a few seconds I will be connected to the hub. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem, but in my current position, I have no way to get to the controls to close the connection, return to the access point, and exit the capsule. Meaning I will most likely be stuck there a very long time, with no way to escape.

I manage to tilt my head upwards towards the head hole, and push upwards with my legs until I can kind of wiggle my way upwards. Thanks to the anatomy of the human body, and the human-body-conforming shape of the capsule, I can’t squeeze my head through the neck hole. I can barely look up through the hole and see the boot-up screen on the display. It’s fairly simple - a plain black screen with some green text in the top left corner, probably to show version info and all that. I also manage to see some kind of emergency-release latch in the neck area. Hoping that the latch will help enlarge the neck hole so I can slide my way up, I pull it. The capsule door flings open, and I’m quickly thrown out of the machine. I quickly realize what’s happening, and try to grab onto the door as I’m flying out. My hand just barely scrapes the edge of the door, but I ultimately miss and watch as the empty capsule continues rolling down the track out of view.

I take a moment to assess the gravity of the situation. Or rather, the lack of gravity, because I soon notice that I’m just floating, almost like I’m helplessly drifting through space. The track that the capsule was on simply fades away, and I’m left floating in a sea of black, with nothing around me. Until I notice up in the sky, off in the distance, floating green text. The boot-up screen? But, I’m not in the capsule. And even if I was, I shouldn’t be able to see this, I’d still be cramped in the bottom half with the display out of sight. Yet here I was, floating in a surreal sea of nothingness. I pondered this until a bright flash of light brought me back to my senses.

I’m now riding a motorcycle down this street in a suburban neighborhood. Behind me is a cop car with its lights on behind me. Oh great, they found out I stole Johnny’s capsule, and now they’re taking me in. I contemplate running, but I decide to play it cool, it could just be whatever game Johnny was playing last (besides Minecraft, I guess). It’s probably best to just wait it out and see what happens. I pull over to the side of the road, and the cop pulls up behind me. He exits the car and walks over to me.

“Johnny Blade?”
I stay silent. I don't want to say anything that might give me away.
“Your presence has been requested. Follow me.”

He gets back in his car and pulls ahead. I follow behind him for a bit, until we pull into a driveway in front of this red and white dojo, which seems somewhat out of place in a suburban town. The cop gets out and motions me towards the front door. I dismount my motorcycle and walk up the stairs of the porch, and slowly open the door.

The inside is a bit of a pig sty. The carpets are covered in cigarette burns and assorted stains, some of which look to be of questionable origin. I walk into a room to the right, where there’s a group of men wearing white suits and sunglasses. The leader of the group, who looks slightly like Mark Wahlberg with a beard, laughs and motions to his cohorts, who quickly point their weapons at me. “Well well well, Johnny Blade.” Why does everyone keep calling me that? “I haven’t seen or heard from you in years. Didn’t think you had the nerve to show your face around here.”

He stands up and walks slowly towards me. “Did you finally decide to hold up your end of the deal? Or did you already forget?”
Holy crap, what did Johnny get himself into? I have to keep up the charade, since everyone seems to think I’m the real Johnny Blade, just because I stole his VR capsule. But I have no clue what he’s talking about. I should probably play it safe, just say something non-threatening to disarm the situa-
“Well it was kind of hard to remember it in the first place, considering all the bull crap you were spewing last time I was here.”
Of course. Let me just piss of the first guy I meet here, with all his friends ready to blast holes in me with one innocent flick of a finger. I rest assured in the fact that I’m still in the VR capsule, so any “pain” will be nothing more than a few shocks or prods to my chest from the haptic feedback.
The guy laughs again, and motions to the guy next to him, who pulls his trigger, firing a paintball into my ear. Paint splatters all over the side of my face, and my ear starts ringing from the impact. I wince in pain - that actually did hurt quite a bit. “That was a warning shot. Kind of a warm up for my men. Rest assured the next bullet will be very much real.”

I reach up to wipe the paint off the side of my face, when a very scary thought crosses my mind. See, VR capsules, no matter how advanced, don’t have haptic feedback around the ears or face. This is both a safety measure (you don’t want people poking each others’ eyes out in VR) and a technical limitation of the equipment (there’s too much stuff like visual/audio/olfactory equipment and oxygen tubes in the way for there to be any haptic equipment there). Yet I definitely felt that paintball hit and splatter, I definitely feel the paint running down my face, and my ear is definitely ringing. There’s no way to simulate that. This has to be real.

But wait, what about Johnny Blade? They all called me Johnny Blade. I definitely don’t look like Johnny Blade; how could anyone make that mistake? Plus the whole boot-up screen. This couldn’t be real - I’m still in the machine. Aren’t I?... aren’t I? I am saved from answering this question, as I soon wake up.

I'm in the city on a cold winter day, I see snow around. I make it to the modern art museum. I'm supposed to go on a cruise with a couple I haven't seen in years. They really want me to go and tell me they will pay for it. The woman goes away and I'm with the guy, he has darker tanned skin and pretty heavy metal. As I follow him I see a female friend I know mostly through another couple I know. I try to wave to her but it's like she doesn't see me. She is person that does a lot of things with culture circles, she is talking to a foreign male friend who also has dark skin. Did she ignore me or just not notice me? I continue walking.

Inside the hall of the modern art museum, or around the corner of it I play a game like Galaga on a small screen. We play together with him giving advice. I mess up and start taking damage. They guy yells out and I apologize. As I continue to play I ignore his advice to the most part and try to get a feel for the game through trial and error like I usually do. He keeps on yelling at me, saying how I messed up so bad and that I suck at this game and I'm losing. I tell him it's just a game but he keeps on hounding me. I get up and leave, I don't have to take this kind of abuse.

I'm by the registers in a large grocery store. There are no windows or anything. The registers remind me of the store near my friend's old place but the store is much larger in the dream. I'm sitting on the floor with my back against the wall. Pinhead from the Hellraiser movie comes up to me. To my left. on my bag, there is a small Cenobite idol, it's like a bust but made of geometric forms, dark but abstract. Pinhead wants it and I give it to him. In return he give me a Barbie doll, the chest is all melted and burnt, the hair is in splotches. I think it's a Cenobite Barbie maybe? She looks burnt and hurt, a burn-victim Barbie.

Outside the modern art museum at night, I walk in the snow, it's much warmer now, the snow is slushy. I walk, looks like the courtyard of my childhood home but I don't recognize it as such. Going to meet my mom?

I'm in a McDonald's near my mom's place, I try to be really polite to the cashier person. I see that there is a special Big Mac deal, two meals for 7 bucks. Not sure I can eat that much. I go up to her and try to be really nice, I smile a lot. I try to order something that is really easy for the kitchen to make. Despite it, I go with the vegetarian wrap, since I'm a vegetarian. In my wallet, I find enough to pay for it.

Later, on a bridge near my childhood home, bright and cold outside, as if I phase through the bridge?!?

I was with four people in my room. We were listening to music and then i asked them if they wanted to watch a movie. I had to entertain them, and it was easier to do that stuff than to teach them meditation. So i saw a movie called Prestige and that was what i was looking for. It was a new movie about businesses and looked like it had a good argument. Then i play a game with a girl, and i get dissapointed after that to find out she was fooling me and us.
After that my father came, and i was even more dissapointed since i wanted freedom from him and thougth i had it but actually didn't (perhaps i have to keep trying and look effective ways).

Then i don't know what happened (can't undestand my letter). Im shot a wooden arrow to the stomach. I go out of the room and pull the arrow out. I go to the other room and i see my sister lying on bed and my father beside her. She has been shot as well. She had some aspirins and analgesic. So i walked slowly, since i've been shot, and grab some medicine for me. I ask my father if i should take that, i wanted to cure, i didn't care about pain, actually i didn't have any and if i did i wouldn't like any pills for it. I go outside, go to the kitchen to take a cup and mix the medicines and im shot in the leg, so i had to get medicine again. After that i wake up. When i wake up i still feel a sensation in my leg, like weakness.

+ 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.

>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.

08.01.2016

The 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.

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08.01.2016

Eating 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.