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I had a somewhat lengthy dream that was split up into 3 parts.

Part 1: Perfect Fruit

I was out somewhere in the forest with a friend and there was some old lady's house and she was gone for the day or something. She had fruit growing inside the house and I opened the window and saw the most perfect, bright red, strawberries I've ever seen. There were small bunches of grapes on the same plant, so I took one of those and I put it in a backpack, that was somehow mine because I left it there. I had apparently been here before...? That's weird.

Part 2: The Imprisoned King

Somehow in the back of my mind in this part, there was a story about a king who was wrongfully imprisoned by his own people. I took the role of this king and I was in a prison cell with someone else, trying to unlock the gate through the bars which was oddly farther away from the cell itself. I used something that looked like Thor's hammer to jiggle the gate's locking mechanism, and it came loose, so I escaped. This one kind of ties into the next part...

Part 3: The Cliffside House

I was no longer the king but I was in a house that my mom and dad were in. I immediately got the feeling that the house was perched on the edge of a cliff. It was early in the morning and they were still sleeping, so I was sneaking around the house avoiding giant guard bird walking in the halls. I remember one of them being called a Scroller by the other person I was still apparently with, even though I don't remember who it was.
I was looking for money, in any form, around the house. I was looking in dressers, jars... You name it. I was looking for change, so I could buy something. My parents didn't find out I was looking.

That's all for this one.

I've had a few other dreams that I didn't get to add here yet, so maybe I'll add them eventually.

Morning of November 1, 2015. Sunday.



I am not sure of the setting of this dream. There is a vague association with Barolin Street, though quite distorted. There is also a park in this dream which is similar to the unfamiliar one of another recent dream (and with a similar theme of imposition by a stranger), though the setting is very distorted; not possible to discern a separation of being indoors or outdoors.

Firstly, I am ready to do some writing at a table (I mostly use a desk in reality), possibly relating to my dream journal. I go into my large room and see my second-youngest son playing with another (unfamiliar) boy. There is part of a toy racing track under my table which is of a solid two-lane form. There is an additional section near my chair. Somehow, I fall upon it as I sit down (possibly on purpose to express how it is not where it should be) and then apologize though I do not think I broke it. I get the impression that I share the room but that the race track is wrongfully in my part of the room. The clarity and sense of touch is very vivid here.

From here, our big room is “actually” part of the outside area of an unfamiliar park (still with the sense of being inside and outside at the same time). Looking behind me, I see numerous unfamiliar people walking around (implied south of me). One male is pushing a small dirt bike. Another male is carrying a very small dirt bike across his shoulders. I talk to him about the different sizes and types (though I have zero interest in dirt bike racing in real life) including the miniature ones. I notice he is “also” carrying a boy on his shoulders, which makes the scene ambiguous and distorted - or maybe he was only carrying the boy. He seems irritated by my attitude that the “room” is mine even though I am amazed by the audacity of the others.

My son becomes annoyed by the imposing public (and the feeling they are “taking over”) and I realize he will be getting rid of his (fictional) large collection of embossed spider stickers, sheets of about five by eight, each showing a different species. This also makes me consider how expensive they were. I do not really want to see them discarded.

From here, I go into a distorted pretend fight. I stab one of the imposing dirt bike racing participants in the chest, but my knife is not real and simply folds back each time like paper. I do not feel angry at that point and not even all that confused by the fake knife. After this, I notice more dream characters, some with surreal or abstract faces. I pull out a revolver and shoot one of them, soon realizing it was a blank I fired and thus the dream character remains standing; cheerful, but too distracted by his telephone conversation to notice being shot at (the sound only being about a third of the volume of a real blank being fired). More and more random characters gather and my dream fades.

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What I can add now about this is that I had learned motorcycles sometimes relate to life energy (similar to horses and “horsepower”) or in some cases, the underlying energies of the conscious mind within the dream state. Other dreams about miniature motorcycles seem to imply less conscious awareness and control in the dream state even when the dream is otherwise vivid. However, there is still my “Motorcycle Jump” dream where the motorcycle itself was my conscious self in desiring to wake (after sleeping too long) by flying up through a small window. There may be a touch of that in this dream - a need to get on a dirt bike, take control, and “return” to my physical body to wake (especially considering how ambiguous the setting was - possibly a play on the state between waking and dreaming - the “room in the house”/mind and the “real outside”/external energies in this case - together as one presence).

OMG I may remain officially polyphasic if it weren't for having to live in the world with the rest of the monophasic sleep people. Long nap (2+ hours) dreams are amazing! Perhaps some quick day residue from watching "Snowpiercer" (highly recommended BTW, very dream-like).

SSILD get me to sleep in minutes. I was pretty tired to start with, however.

I just woke from one of the longest, most vivid/present, and especially *bizarre* series of scenes I've probably had in over a year (the bizarreness that is). Really strange stuff! Judging time is always difficult, but allowing for the inevitable gaps, it seemed to run at least 30-45 minutes and probably even more. There were some semi-lucid moments, but for the most part I was just observing/experiencing/participating in one really weird thing to the next.

+ outdoors walking rural hilly paths winding around corners with DCs, someone says the event is over and they're going to give a tour of the (outer ring road?)

returning "home", sneaking through next door neighbor's garden leaning forwards so as not to be seen by them, they're inside the house. There are flagstones on the garden ground?

important visitors (many) at the large table inside (my house?), passing around a plate of disgusting petrified tiny animals and animal parts. I get passed the plate and am horrified by what I see there, and just pass it on to the next person. I get up and leave the table even though the very important people are holding some sort of ceremony.
I go to a back room, there's a woman terrified of what's behind the closet door, she's opening it slightly and looking inside, I open the door and look to see what it is but it turns out to be just some puddles of (cat? animal) pee/poop on the floor that I see is dripping from a spot in the the ceiling overhead.
Return to front room and look for food packages under the table that are left over but most have been claimed

walking through a gravity transforming 90-degree wall becomes floor area, a very strange feeling as the gravity transforms 90 degrees, almost lucid?

sitting at a food counter (sushi?) while flamboyantly gay cooks wearing bright, shiny satin underwear under colorful kimono-like robes are jumping around like crazy, trying to shake up (the sauce?, which they're holding). He gets up on the counter and shakes his satin-covered butt up and down right in my face. "Hey, don't point that thing at me! " I exclaim. He asks "What are you looking at!?" and I answer "the cows" (?!)

looking over at (undressing?) females in the building across and making cat-callish remarks. sexy time (censored, believe it or not, too much even for me to post!). The DC "finishes" and says so dirty-talk-ishly.

in a very strange vessel with old and young men, I'm trying to find an available toilet (have to pee) but they're all occupied by guys doing weird things with worms. Using them as drugs? Rolled up bizarre creatures, they're going to smoke them live. Like a miniature bat-ray or large lamprey with circular, toothy, sphincter-mouth. The ray is rolled in to a tube in preparation for smoking it, I take a "drag" on the unlit living tube. Others are twisting/torturing strange small doll-sized beings (blue, smurfs?) and getting high off of the dust/vapor that they exude when twisted.

outdoors in a parking lot, up on a higher second level are guys working at some sort of blast forge that is spewing streams of fire. In addition to the forge workers there's a guy wearing a medieval helmet and I suppose they're forging armor for this customer. I'm talking to people and glancing up at this forge in action and "remember" that I've seen those forging guys before (in person? on a show?). Enter tiny cul-de-sac filled with middle-aged women and teens/20s girls, my small car is there, I can't find my keys in my pants/pockets I'm patting myself down. Then I "remember" that I left the keys in the car. I look down and see them sticking out of the ignition. "What kind of car is that?" a woman asks. "The kind of car where you can leave your keys right in it and it won't be stolen." The women and the girls are crowding around me and the girls are getting very friendly with me, touching/rubbing against me, which I like. Then the older women get suspicious and leave, taking the girls with them.

I'm trying to vault up over some railings and plan a grand take off to start flying, but some things are in the way and I lose momentum. Then I hop up on top of the railing, which extends straight for about 20 feet then ends high over a nice landscape, so I run along it picking up speed, and launch myself off the end just knowing that I'll fly. Extend my arms out to the sides airplane style. I'm circling around this area. A pretty girl is flying next to me, her shoulder against mine, a woman on the ground gave her some (orange juice? candy?) earlier

Spoiler for sexy moment:

I want some, so I tell her to give it to me from her mouth. She sticks out her tongue which has some (orange pulp?) on it, I lean over and take her tongue in my mouth and suck the juice/pulp/stuff off of it. I feel her slippery tongue between my lips.

In my last post I was really boosted by a lucid and on a high...back at last. For the next few days I really worked at awareness and every hour I recited "I'm dreaming" and looked around feigning awakening in a dream and doing RC's The trigger was finally working. Result? Nothing...even my dream recall has been flat.

For a few days I began to despair again but I'm back on track again. I'm fairly certain I'm still alert enough to do this...it's just a matter of finding the right combination that finally truly works for me. Apparently neurons need time to organise...that might be a factor. I've felt tired lately...maybe I'm applying too much pressure. Maybe I need a psylocibin kick...carefully though

I know I'm branching out into so many avenues of enquiry and that probably doesn't help...but that's me. I will never truly give up...Ed - kick some neuron ass there's a good brain

I'm with my sister, trying to escape an underground facility. It's all metal panels and bad lighting, with robot sentinels at some intersections. I lure on of the robot into taking me to a vent and manage to lock it open, allowing my sister and me to escape to the surface. We're in a desert, mostly ocher stones and sand, with wind whipping it a round us. The light is harsh and bright, boncing og the metallic vent we escaped from. We walk a little and spot a little hover vehicle, bright orange with a transparent bubble cockpit. It's color make it blend with its surronding, but the glare on the cockpit is a dead giveaway. We hop in and I start it. It handle weirdly, there isn't any weight behind the wheel. I kick it into high gear and we zip into the blue sky, getting out of the fissure we were trapped in. under us is a long stretch of ocher desert, broken up from time to time by big block of rock and large rift. In front of us is a incredibly tall man-made structure, that looks lika mesh with brighly colored box in. As we get closer, I realise that those box are containers, converted into flats; I can see people sitting on the small porch. I don't know how the managed to get up here, and I don't have time to wonder about it. My hover vehicle can't get any higher, so I have to go through the giant mesh, slaloming between the container to reach the over side. I barely manage it, and we're back to flying over the desert, with nothing in view but the cloudless sky.

D1 - Different people are practising dream incubation, involving visualising large vivid colourful png. I can recognise frames are from anime I know. The faster people can do it the higher the score. Background images are also switched in for bonus scores.
The soundtrack from the opening of Noragami Aregato was playing throughout dream, I have never recalled/noticed sounds before in my dreams.
(I did actually think about doing exactly this in the day, didn't intend for it to become a dream)

- Insomnia, there followed me worrying about things for approx 3 hours :/

D2 - We were trying to escape a large mangy black dog. On a grassy bank, the dog was standing baring its teeth. Someone unknown, sent a big white sheep past at high speed followed by a long heavy wooden plank, tied to the sheep by a length of rope.
This had the desired effect as the dog looked on in disbelief and while it was still in shock we made our escape. The person who sent the sheep got in trouble when it was later found in a broom cupboard , they lost some of their score and had to do 48000 hours community service.

D3 - On holiday in England. P is little and holds my hand, we go to visit a church. We are visiting famous churches with high towers on a tourist route ( as you do :p).
The churches all have hollow towers. The height in feet is shown as 38 for first tower.
When I step into the tower a float up to the top, then down again upside down. I do this a few times calculating the height of the tower. I dont really like the feeling of disorientation and leave the church. Outside P want to go to a nearby alternative attraction, probably toy shop or amusements. An Uncle is with my parents, he has a serious moustach and tries to get us to come back into the church with them. Despite his continual attempts we leave.

- laying in bed completely still, I am trying to recall D3. I notice the a feeling and instinctively think it is my wrist, which I hurt. But it is not, it is the sensation or feeling that my arms are either slightly longer than they really are or in a slightly different position. In my minds eye I can make out an x-ray blue and white outline of my bones, as I try to wiggle my fingers slightly. I do this several times, it feels as if my thumb is not really moving but I have sensation of it and in my minds eye it is moving, also my other arm is moving slightly and fingers. But mainly one thumb which I concentrate on. Most weird. Then I can sense things as normal again in the room, without opening my eyes still. All is normal again.

Dream 1: X-Files Taped on VHS
The first episode of the new season of X-Files is on. I try to get to the living room of the old apartment from my childhood but I'm somehow stuck in my old bunk bed. It's dark outside. I'm missing it! Somehow I get up and I see that my mom is watching it on VHS, she taped it. I see the episode, it's in amazingly high quality, no distortion to speak of. I look at the VHS player, it's pretty new. That must be the reason. Mulder by the edge of a forest at night. I try to rewind it to the beginning but my mom says she wants to watch it to the end since she started. Using the rewind and fast forward features are hard. It goes back but then forward all of a sudden. It starts to speed forward out of control, what am I going to do? I try to stop it but it stops in a stomach-lurching crash, that sounded like it wasn't good for the tape. Now I can see distortions in the tape as it plays back. Now since I've seen the whole video is rewind it's like I've seen the episode and there are no surprises anymore.

Dream 2: Dinosaurs on the Loose in Jurassic Park
I'm in Jurassic park, it's been renewed and looks new like in the Jurassic World movies. I'm in an area that looks like a modern airport terminal, lots of windows. Outside where one would usually see the tarmac of the runway there is thick jungle, the sky is dark like a storm is brewing. There seems to be some problem, an emergency and staff try to cram people out into a safer area. There is however a group of rich tourists who refuse to move, having paid a great deal to get to the park. A fat tourist guide like Dennis Nedry sides with the rich tourists and tries to come up with a tour on the spot. As they start to get together to move I see dinosaurs outside are getting agitated, the sky is getting darker than it was, lighting is striking making the dinosaurs even more upset. Nedry says that usually they let tourists take pictures during thunderstorms, the pictures are way more impressive. He can't give an answer as to why the rest of the staff doesn't want them to now.

The dinosaurs rush the terminal. Pandemonium breaks out. People are running around, dinosaurs are running down the halls. I first try to run to one end of the terminal but Nedry yells that there's a T-Rex there. I run in the opposite direction. I see large dinosaurs running down the hall that looks like the malls that can be found in many airports. Some of the dinosaurs are still skeletons, running down with massive amounts of energy. Where am I going to go?

I run into the women's bathroom, I hope no one is in there. It's a cramped toilet, my head almost hits the ceiling and my shoulders scrape on the metal walls of the stalls. I run into one stall to hide, maybe I'll be safe here. I try to duck down so women who enter the bathroom won't see I'm here. I see Jerry Seinfeld in the stall in front of mine, the walls of the stalls are so low I can see over them. Another guy enters, I wasn't the only one to have this idea. The bathroom is so claustrophobic and cramped I begin thinking that being outside is the better option.


I'm in a dark room, trying to remember a dream. I start writing it into my journal?!

Dream 3: Performing with Friends
I'm in a small venue, it's dark and windowless like a basement. I'm going to perform with two of my friends. There are a lot of bands lined up to play before and after us. I talk to a woman about getting her bass amp working. It's a "virtual" amp and can be used as a program or as a holographic projection, I pull the amp out of thin air. (???) After some talk with my friend about what we are going to play and talking to some of the patrons we get up on stage. We start to play and it's going really well, really getting into the vibe of it, we get a a good beat going. I play a solo that goes really well, but gets a little crummy to the end. After the first song I realize my guitar isn't plugged in. I try to put it into the amp behind me. As I try to play there is some kind of distortion like a song is playing in the amp that isn't in synch with the song we are playing. Is is radio distortion. I see on the face of the amp that a video image is playing like a TV, how do I turn this off? I ask my friend who is in front of me and we try to pluig my guitar into the other amp. It also is playing the same TV program on the face of the amp, two people walking in a yellow field on a grey day like a documentary on rural life in the UK.

After our set I see that one band made of girls has drawn little cute female characters in colored pencil on paper, it's on the table. Someone submerges the paper into water for the effect of the characters swimming in the water, they shine. This angers the band, the drawing is ruined. I think it looks pretty cool.

Dream 4: Eating Canned People
I'm a a friend's place. She is there with her husband and oldest son. I'm playing withe kid as the two of them are sitting on the sofa by the window of the balcony. (not its usual place). She talks to me about the stuff I'm learning, maintenance and fixing things. She and her husband start fighting when he mentions that learning to fix things is useless since everything breaks at some point anyway. I try to remove some of the pressure of the argument by saying that it's precisely that things break that I want to learn how to fix them. Despite this, my friend is still angry with him.

On a sofa across from them, I take out a small can that has a person inside. It looks like a sardine can and I ask their son if he's interested in trying some. The person is small and smooshed into the can, the head and face take a lot of room, and the face is all messed up. I pull out a piece, and despite my trepidation about eating something I've never tried, I try the piece I tore off, just to show a good example to the kid. It's always good to try new things. He looks nervous but takes a piece anyway. I begin to wonder, isn't cannibalism taboo?

I go outside to check on my motorbike, it's cold, dark and snow is on the ground. It looks like where my grandparents lived up north. The bike was my grandfather's from the war. When I get to it I see it has been stripped for parts, the motor stolen. The saddle, like a bicycle's, is balanced on the top of the frame. I'm really angry and sad, how did this happen? It wasn't out for a very long time. How am I going to break the news to my grandfather, I'm sure I locked it. I'm about to go inside but I'm scared to break the news to him.

I pace outside, now I can't even leave this place, that bike was my only way out of here. I'm really upset about the whole thing. I wake up feeling some relief.

I've made it a goal recently to find out who or what exactly the wolf that protected me in my previous dream "winter wolves" is. There was something significant about it, but I can't put my finger on what it was. It surely didn't seem like a normal dream.

In a normal dream, the pack of wolves would have killed me without a doubt. There wouldn't be one particular white wolf protecting me from the others. It's too out of the ordinary for my dreams. I need to find out what the significance of it was. Ahem... Now on to my recent dream.

I was in a school computer lab that was a basic square shaped room. It was pretty small, and had about 20 computers total. Each computer was up against the wall on a table and they went all the way around the room. There were a couple people with me in the room and I remember random videos starting to play on a bunch of the computers so I paused all the videos and was suddenly commended for doing so, even though it wasn't that big of a deal. 4 computers had a video playing on them. I remember a few names of some people. One person was Mikey, who was actually someone in a video, and the other was Uzo... I think he was in the room. There were a bunch of other names, but I guess my dream recall hasn't improved enough to remember more than maybe 2 words from any of my dreams.

I have to start making a list of dream places to revisit, as well.

Also, Happy Halloween.

That is all.

Na

The dream transition to another scene. It became a lot more vivid to the point where I got lucid. I began walking over the grassy hills hearing someone engaging in a conversation with another person. Observing the sky was nice since it look unusual with a brown color.The entire area including houses were all made of grass. I felt like I was waking up and going back to sleep since I could see the room I'm sleeping in at one point and the dream again. I could see a cave all in grass next to me and thought thats where they were. I could hear a man say he is only 45. That's when I wake up in the room I am in hearing someone flip through pages in a book. This however was an FA and then I really woke up. Lucidity Time:15 seconds

Non-dream
Non-lucid
Lucid

Dream - Violent Iguanas
I'm by a farm fence that runs next to the road. It's me, Sam, and a couple others who have come here to steal something from a building that's just beyond the fence down a small slope. Me and Sam hop the fence onto the grass field on the other side. The other 2 guys with us hand us some equipment. Hmm, this won't do... There's too much stuff and the bags are already filled with the stuff we're trying to steal? (we were trying to steal ice, and possibly biscuits). Sam goes ahead with his share of the gear while I contemplate how to lighten the load. I unpack the plastic bags and decide to leave a couple boxes, there's way more than we need. Suddenly I look up and see my friend Sam running back up the hill. Uh oh, he's been discovered and is making a break for it. I turn and bolt alongside him, the other 2 guys don't need to run apparently because they haven't done anything. Me and Sam head onto the main road and keep running, there's an old lady sprinting after us (I saw her at the gym yesterday, I was amazed at how such an old person could work out like that O_O). I'm much faster than my friend and he's already running out of stamina... The old lady is really fit and is slowly catching up with single-minded intensity. How the hell? She's going to catch my friend, I could leave him with my speed but I don't want to, if he goes down then I won't let him go through it alone. I stop running and the lady catches up, there's no point wasting more energy. She talks to us and tells us to follow, leading us back to the building we had been about to rob. We're at the top of a stone staircase by the grass field that leads into an animal sanctuary (which is apparently what the building is for). "Do you like iguana?" she asks.
"Uhh yeah I guess so?" I respond, not really sure what she wants.
We're walking down the steps now, "We have a new male iguana arriving today" she says. I think to myself that it doesn't feel like she wants to punish us, hasn't she called the police? I get the feeling she's offering us a chance to do something with our lives maybe. We turn left at the bottom of the steps, it's almost like the area has become enclosed like we're in a building but there's these dense trees and shrubs as the walls? On the left is an exhibit for iguanas. Wow, they're huge! Maybe 1-2m long? I focus on two that are walking along the same branch, I get the feeling there is about 2 more somewhere in the background. It's almost like these iguana aren't even iguana, they have a kind of monkey-like head with a bony looking cranium with ridges. One of the iguana shoots its tongue at the behind of the other iguana, latching onto it. Is this some kind of mating ritual? I'm watching what's going on intently now. The iguana that has been latched onto seems to want to get away? It turns around and is face to face with the other iguana that has caught up... SMASH!
What in the hell?!?! The iguana that shot its tongue out just head butt the other iguana. SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! Over and over it repeatedly rams its head into the skull of the other iguana, of which collapses and caves in on the last hit. It goes limp and falls off the branch. Whoa. I'm in a bit of shock after watching that. Its head is lying against the glass of the enclosure we were watching through. The old lady walks up and calmly inspects its head. She starts playing around with it, tinkering almost. Is she going to save it? But it's already dead? She opens up its skull and there's blood and brain, so gross. I think I ask her if she can fix it, and she responds saying that she might be able to.

1 more night and then I'll have my exam, just focusing mostly on getting a good sleep atm so my recall isn't that great.

The first night back into trying to have LD's and I sorta succeeded, yay! My recall of this has slipped a little bit but here we go.
1: I was helping my mum do something about the American election on the computer, there was some really dodgy propaganda videos playing.

2: My class and I were in China, Shanghai I think, and we were all waiting outside a big, old, fancy building. A couple of policemen came out and asked some of us to go in, so we followed. Turns out they weren't really policemen, but employees inside what appeared to be a sleazy brothel sort of place. We stated chatting with some people as the rest of the class came in. Some fights broke out and somehow our teacher got co-opted into a fight to the death with their champion. We all sat down in stands and watched as their champion, wearing a metal gauntlet, stepped out. Our teacher came out and the two began to fight in a boxing ring. I'm not sure what happened with the fight then as the dream sort of dissolved.

3: I was on my computer, thinking this was waking life, when I decided to do a reality check because why not. Surprise surprise, I was in fact dreaming and my fingers slid through my palm. I sort of confirmed this was a dream by swapping in between feeling my dream body and real body and telling myself to remember that I was in bed, but I still had lowish level lucidity. Anyway I sort of reformed the previous dream and then took the place of my teach. This time however my opponent had full metal armour, a shield and a mace, whereas I just had fists. I danced around for a while, avoiding his swings, until I had a plan. As he swung the mace I blocked on the inside and slapped it out his hand. This meant he was free with his other hand to punch me, so I dragged that hand in so the gauntlet was digging into me, but I held it in their as I flipped the visor of his helmet and proceeded to pummel his face. After a dozen punches or so he fell over,but the cost was great as I had a great big gash across my stomach where the spiked knuckles of his had dug in.

After this lucidity wobbled for a bit and the scene changed, but I regained it and shot a fireball off at my brother (lol). The scene changed again so I was outside my old house. I regained lucidity and then started flying, the first time I've managed it in a dream!!! It felt fantastic as I soared a couple of hundred metres above the ground, but I don't remember much after I landed as the dream and lucidity dissolved.

4: Just a fragment about being in a park and helping two women with a baby. It was almost infused with Skyrim so I used a weapon to try and kill an animal to loot it but was having difficulty.

I got from my body and I found myself in the corridor with doors on one side. Since last time I turned to my right side, I decided to try and walk to the left side now. As I walked my surrounding changed from greyish white to clean white till I got to something like borderline. There was young man standing. He was looking hesitant. I got to him: "Why are you waiting here, can't you go forward?"
"There is fire there, it is very hot!" he was afraid visibly.
I went through fire... and I didn't feel a thing... Place where I got was very light. There were some people walking here and there... One older man came to me and went with me on my way through that place. I asked him about that fire, why it wasn't felt at all by me, but why it was problem for that man beyond fire barrier. He told me that the difference was in our mind state. I was unattached to what I saw... I was observing. Man beyond barrier on the other side saw fire and he thought it is hot, and therefore it was hot for him. we walked and talked for some time and our surrounding was lighter and lighter... till we came to next barrier. My companion couldn't go through that barrier. I said good bye to him and went through barrier without any problems.
On the other side of barrier I found myself in sparkling surrounding... looking like mental dimension. It looked like everything was sparkling, trees, grass, even air... And I was walking straight in direction to sparkling evening sun till I was pulled back to my body.

Remarks:
1. Hmmm barriers between... dimensions? Normally I have problem to go from one dimension to other one.
2. When I'm in unattached observer state it is of no surprise that I don't feel fear or fire...

I had experience with this corridor a few years ago:
I was waiting in long greyish white corridor with the doors on one side. I waited in front of one particular door for long time. I was standing and waiting but I wasn't bored. I had white clothes. The door opened and my friend came out of it. She just died and I was waiting for her on the other side. I'm her guide and I felt need to protect her. She took route to the right side of corridor and I'm walking with her. We walked for some time. She is quiet and I don't feel need to talk. The surrounding went darker, the walls were slowly changing into rough masonry, the corridor became dirtier, the doors were made of rough wood and with barred small windows.
At once, we were separated. I saw her writhing on the floor crying with fear, even if there was nothing to fear. "Wait for me, I will help you" I sent her.
I went further down the corridor. The surrounding changed into cave. There were beings looking like dirty cavemen, some of them had horns on their head. I'm going further and further down into this miserable conditions... I'm feeling how it is affecting me. I'm trying to find a way to my friend... to help. The cavemen started to swarm me... They were tugging on my limbs, jeering. I understood what was happening. And I understood what I had to do. I reached inside myself, I balanced my mind. The peace is surrounding me. I started to shine in blue violet aura. Cavemen like devils immediately jumped away from me. They ran away... They were observing me from distance, worriedly. They were muttering: "Lucifer is back"
I was walking through the chambers and corridors, trying to find my way to my friend till end of OBE.

AAAAAAAA I lost my entire journal entry. I hit the back button somehow and I don't even know how!!!! It blanked everything out!

I don't know why it claims it auto-saves when I can never find my drafts. Ever. They never appear, even when I save things as drafts. Not once have they ever.

I'm REALLY upset and frustrated.

Ok, fine, here I go AGAIN.

First dream: Fragmentary. May have been lucid. All I remember is a very interesting looking brown and cream diamond tiled floor. I almost always forget any lucids from my first dream, and everything in them is fragmentary and fuzzy. They're also always only barely lucid, not even worth considering one if I really wanted to be strict about it.

Second dream: Dreamed about a farm. Fragmentary, weird, and complicated. Hard for me to make sense of. I'll write more later. Some bullet points:
- kind of video game farm but also not
- piles of laundry/hay
- helping my aunt
- weird cat thing in a sack
- apple trees
- HUGE tree with a city in it

Woke up, tried an induction. I was trying to end up in Rome, but my attempt failed.

Third dream:
There was a street festival in a more run-down area of my old home town. It was in front of a two-story white house. There were a lot of food vendors, and there was also a stretch of street full of people doing face-painting for children. I was trying to meet up with my boyfriend on the other side, so I picked my way through them, trying not to knock over any paint or step on any children. After I got through, I realized that I could have simply walked along side the whole thing instead of through it.

Before the festival, my boyfriend and I had buried our more valuable belongings along the side of the house and marked it with a long, stiff, silver blade of grass. After the festival was over, we went to go dig it up. But there was a guy who considered it to be his territory, and he seemed aggressive and we thought he might attack us. He was flying around in a tiny plane thing he sat on top of.

So we abandoned our stash, and I couldn't remember if I'd buried my wallet with it, but I hoped I hadn't. We got in my car and started driving away from there, and drove through some thick woods. He disappeared into the trees. We turned around, hoping he was lost or thought we were still in there, and went back to try to dig up our stash before he showed up again.

Woke up. Tried an induction into Rome again... attempt failed.

Then I dreamed about a "cone" on Mars that may have been a tower from an advanced alien civilization. For some reason, though, NASA didn't seem interested in investigating it, which was frustrating. There wouldn't have been a way to analyze the technology anyway without humans there in person, if we could even get ahold of any (which was unlikely) and there wasn't much to gain by sending humans there to do it, either. I doubted the rover would be able to get there and get anything without them destroying it. They didn't even know about the little rover driving around out there, anyway.

Then I dreamed that there was suddenly a new Democratic candidate, a young Latino guy. All of the candidates' faces were up on huge banners, but Hillary's was the only one that had a name on it.

I believe my inductions had such a high failure rate because the environment I was trying to send myself to was very unfamiliar. My inductions into familiar places are much more successful.

I had found that somebody had printed off a large number of dream journal entries, about 5-10 of them. Particularly ones of a sexual/explicit nature and those pertaining to my dream guide. They were researching them and attempting to diagnose a psychological disorder.

I remember I took the entries and looked through them. I saw that they were not dreams that I had remembered having. I then threw them away. I was then thinking of how I needed to amp up my computer’s security to keep people from reading these.

…

I was walking around to different hotels. I think there was a terrorist on the loose. I became lucid when walking into one of the hotels and did a nose pinch RC. I then realized I should stabilize. I then remembered my goals. I decided I would summon Marcus, since that’s not something that I normally do.

“Marcus, Kuansen Axio Sosumble.”

I remember looking around, confident that he would appear. I saw my friends A and G and high-fived both of them. I eventually found someone who I thought might be him.

“It’s me. I just disguised myself as your [Science Teacher].” (Obviously Mr. [Name Not found], my old science teacher)

“Right. It’s good to see you.”

“Well there’s something I wanted to ask you. Well, two things actually. One, can you make me a new dream body.”

“Well of course, though there is a price to pay. 1000 acts of kindness.” He began speaking in the language of thought. “You see, many dreamers choose to create a self that is different than their real life self. In a dream, the body we choose is just like clothes you wear. They can have some affect on you, but for the most part it’s just a way of expressing yourself. In dreams your soul/consciousness is all that really matters. Manei had me make her body awhile back.”

I guess he was trying to dispel the idea that getting a new dream body was in some way weird or horrific.

I then asked him if he could get me to be a better lucid dreamer. He said he could train me. He sat down at a table in a sitting area inside the hotel lobby. He typed some things on his computer and a virtual training course came up. It wasn’t linear though. It had an entry point on each of the four sides. He then threw a tennis ball inside and told me to run in find it in the shortest amount of time. I ran in. I don’t remember all of the tests, but there were rocks above a puddle of mud and monkey bars. It was really just a test of adaptability, changing styles on a moments notice.

I got to where the tennis ball had landed, in some sand, and dug it out. I then realized there were tennis balls everywhere, each one with a slightly different appearance. I think this was from other people that had failed the challenge. I asked him what one I should throw back. No response. I just began throwing every single one back. I must have wasted at least 20 seconds doing so. 52 seconds was my time, I think. I lost the dream here.

-+-

“Why does humanity continue to advance with such confidence? From the spear to the wheel to the spinning wheel to the internal combustion engine to fusion power to the … well… you know.” (Earth is super developed and futuristically) There are huge skyscrapers and flying cars shooting by so fast they are just a blur.

The camera pans foreward.

“Of all that humanity does, there is only one monument they have ever created that has worried me. The armistice. (A mushroom cloud shaped metal sculpture with human skulls on the surface.) Apparently the artist that created it had used real skulls of world war 1 victims and over the years most of them had been stolen and given a proper burial.

Some other things showed galaxies and the likes. I woke up not long after that.