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I was in an office inside a skyscraper. It was on a really high floor. In my office, I had a desk, a wooden shelf loaded with books, two file cabinets and a flower pot with strange tall plant. Through a window, I could see people wandering the corridor.

Suddenly the skyscraper trembled and something on the corridor exploded. I quickly hidden behind a desk, just before glass shards flewn through my office. I heard screams - people were hurt, and some of the dead started to move.

When zombies started to run into my office, I decided to jump through the window - I was falling down at high velocity, with no chance to survive. Suddenly I found myself inside a car, and decided to drive through the city. For some reason I had problems with driving. After a while I left the car and entered a building - it was a school of hand-to-hand battle. After a while of talking, I went back to the city, found another car and drove away.

Finally I have reached my destination - a seaside cliffs. Watching the sundown, I moved closer to the edge, and jumped down into the water. Next I swam to a nearby island and entered a shack. I met a zombie there, this one was carrying a tower shield and a battle axe.

I took a stick lying on the ground, and avoiding the his hacks with battle axe, I beat him into a bloody pulp. I took his shield and the battle axe, and went outside. I saw a huge swarm of zombies, jumping down the cliff to reach me.

Wow, it's been so long! BUT I'M BACK!

Okay, first dream. Uhm... it's really shocking, so, WARNING?

I was taking my dog to the pet shop for his bath. It started raining and I got worried, because I didn't want him to get all wet (...yes, I was taking him to his bath. So this concern makes no sense), but we got there pretty fast. We entered the place and it was time for me to leave.

I left and I ran into this kid who needed help. He was around ten, eleven. I asked him what had happened, and he said his sister was in pain. So I followed him and we found his sister, who was around the same age. There was blood everywhere and I thought she had been shot. Turns out she had been pregnant and had lost the baby.

Their father found us and he didn't even know his daughter was pregnant (then again, she WAS just a child herself) and he couldn't understand how that had happened. So we learnt that the kids (siblings) had been having sex. They didn't know it was sex and that it was wrong, but they had been doing it. The father felt extremely sick, especially when he found the foetus.

Yeah, I don't know where that came from either. About two, three months ago, I had a Law & Order: SVU marathon... maybe that was it. Who knows?

Second dream:

I was watching a video. It was supposed to be a parody, but I don't know. Anyway, video: there was this girl watching her laptop, then someone came out of the screen. She started screaming it was the Matrix and then I realised there were a bunch of sorta famous people in this video. I was surprised to see so many minor celebrities on a random parody video, but it was funny. They started singing and then they left.

I ended up finding myself in the room where they had been. I picked up a book I wanted to read and left too. It was a really big, nice house. It was my house - but not really. I was really happy that my mother had made all these changes in the house, especially because there were huge rooms for parties and balls. I was impressed.

Then, my mother showed up while I was getting food on my plate and she was mad that my father was going to this dinner thing with his family, cause she couldn't go, since she would be working. I was suspicious that dad was cheating on her again, but I didn't say anything.

Then, I got the book I had picked up in the bedroom and, somehow, I had already finished it. I turned it and the back of it said that there was a coat on it and you had to take it off to see the real book with your own eyes. I did and there really was a coat on the book and the book went from green to blue. It was a very cool effect.

Morning of September 1, 2015. Tuesday.



I seem to be focused on Loomis Street yet again. However, there are also emotions and realizations associated with our present bedroom on W Street (though it does not quite seem like a typical composite, and yet the setting is limited to the one room, though).

My attention is mostly on an unusual “clock”. It does not apparently serve as a clock though, but some sort of answering machine (though I do not recall having this type of concept appearing in any previous dream).

Only the hour hand is implemented but it does not serve as time-keeping in any way. There is seemingly no minute hand or second hand and the number six, in its proper location, is the only number on the face of the clock.

I move the hour hand to the left (from where it was near the number six), to around where the number eight would be expected to be, and start to hear pleasant music. As I put it in different positions, I hear a lot of very nice music, a lot of it tribal, but with no voices at any point. The audio is very clear (though I do not become lucid).

After spending seemingly at least fifteen minutes listening to very nice music (which apparently is related to being connected to our telephone and plays when we are not home to answer it), I move the hour hand over to the right around where the number four would be expected to be. From around where the number two would be expected to be to that location, there are recordings of my wife or me telling the caller to leave a message, and some of the messages are meant to be in-jokes. I listen to these recordings for a short time (much shorter than when I was enjoying the music) and my dream fades.

It has been years since my last online entry. I am trying to recall if there was a particular reason why I stopped, but I don't think I can. Judging by the date, it was around the time I moved house, after which I fell into a different daily routine and the habit of transcribing my dream journal to the online version was lost along the way.

Now, I intend to resume creating new entries. They will be less rigorous than before. Or, of a different rigor. Instead of a tool for lucidity, my purpose will be a writing exercise and pastime. For posterity, I here retain the old formatting key:

non-dream / dream / lucid
pre-lucid, dreamsign, false awakening / visualization, daydream, hallucination

Among males who are in a feud. I was trying to find my place. Had joined group which seemed less strong. I had a friend or uncle who was a talking bear or hippo. I am told that I needed to send something of mine to this uncle but messenger used one word code, and I was unsure whether I should just send item or come along. I went along and saw this bear / hippo frolicking in water with a female, hugging her and saying "cactus" affectionately, and I had the sense that this was just what I had needed to see.

Republican presidential candidates were all definitely defeated or disqualified. So it was clear that next president would be democrat, but unclear which one, so now the campaign would be fighting among democrats.

Otherwise not very remarkable dream. It started with me working in the garden behind my parental house. I lived there in this dream. I was hoeing vegetables. Then my friend came to visit me. She brought with her piece of ceramic green body(compacted powder for firing to obtain something ceramic... e.g. cup, knife, etc.) I inspected what she brought to me and I was admiring its fine structure- there was no defect in that piece... no bubbles, no cracks. I was wondering how she managed to prepare such high quality structure by using ordinary soil only. We were talking and she helped me in the garden. When the night has fallen, I have brought her to house and we eat dinner. Then we went to sleep.(I left her to sleep in the living room and I went to my own bed.) I fell to sleep and I had a dream:
I was working with living energy originated from my body in that dream. I placed my index fingers about 1 centimeter from each other and I saw stream of golden sparkling light between them. Then that stream started to swirl and made a small sphere between my index fingers. I moved my fingers further from each other and te sparkling golden sphere of energy grew. When it was about half a meter in diameter I shredded that sphere by fast move of my hands... Reality got broken and I was pulled elsewhere... and it woke me up.
I woke up in my bed(in parents house). I went down to living room to look whether my friend sleeps or if she woke up. She was up and in the kitchen, making breakfast. I was telling her about the dream I had. I tried to repeat the feat of that dream, and I was able to make violet stream of light between my index fingers. She was fascinated. The rest of day we talked and I tutored her how to make similar energy flow between her fingers. It was night in that dream when I woke up into reality

Remarks
That was very long dream, I never experienced something like this... Even if I had OBEs in which I experienced eternity...
I'm able to see the stream of light(energy) between my fingers... Of course it is invisible to observer unlike to this dream.

3 things have happened in the last few days:

1. I have tried the nose plug and it definitely failed this happened maybe 3 times on separate occasions. It was like an FA.

2. I saw myself opening a chocolate bar as vivid as could be in a completely different perception from the one lying in my bed.

3. I was in my room for a brief second as vivid as could be in a completely different perception from the one lying in my bed again after WILD.

I think these are signs that I might be learning something from you.

This dream was fun, and one of many that featured friendly serpents.

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One of my friends was looking for information on Rakshis. I assumed that she was referring to Rakshasas from Hindu mythology, and I excitedly suggested that I may have a book about them in my library. She pointed to a book in front of us, and we flicked through the pages together. This book featured information about the Egyptian pantheon. We looked through for information on Horus, or 'Hortet' as he was called here, but found very little that was specific. I turned to look at the cover, and the title illustrated that the book was about the esoteric significance of sexual love or energy as it was expressed between different mythological figures. Interesting enough, but not what we needed. I did have a book that would be more useful to my friend, but it was not on this plane, so I shifted us both over.

We appeared in a vibrant, high-detailed world. We were in a a great, high-ceilinged, conical, brass structure. Grated metallic platforms lead over a bubbling stream which ran through the building. It was lush with vegetation and sun-kissed pond life. We were standing before the exit. Light poured in through the opening, and the stream flowed gently out and down the hillside beyond. Forested hills rolled away towards the horizon beyond. My friend knelt before the book and scanned through it. I recommended she find what she was looking for as soon as possible as we could not stay in this place long.

Already, I could see the spiky backs of crocodiles bobbing in the stream, waiting for their moment to emerge. I told her to run back through the building and leave, and she obeyed without question. I was now there with my friend the Sentinel in the form of a dark slate-grey serpent. The enemy was approaching now and we were in danger. I scooped up the snake and ran back across the platforms to the elevator in the centre of the conical building. It would return me to my own world. The elevator was quite open, ringed with ornate brass bars to keep the occupants from stepping off the side. I dashed inside and closed the gate behind me. I wanted to take the serpent with me, but after I released my grasp on him, he slipped through the bars of the door. I felt anxiety rising that he would be crushed by the mechanics of the elevator and that I would only be able to look on helplessly. Despite my fears, he was perfectly fine, slithering around the bars without difficulty.

The enemies approached as the elevator descended. I knew they were there, but I could not see them. As I slowly descended from view, I saw the serpent coiled and reared up, cobra hood open, defending my path from our pursuers.

Morning of September 1, 2015. Tuesday.



My wife and children and I are living on Loomis Street, it seems (though my wife and children have never been to America). At least that is where my entire dream takes place; in the front part of the house. However, the house is mirrored from north to south - the first distortion of the Loomis Street house in this particular way that I remember. It does not trigger any degree of lucidity that the house is mirrored from my right to my left as such. My family seems to at least partly be living in the first small bedroom.

My sister Marilyn makes an appearance as she was perhaps in the early 1970s (before I even moved back to Wisconsin). She seems healthy and happy. She goes to open her bedroom door and the door mostly falls off the hinges but is still partly attached at the top. She is annoyed and mentions something about how she wanted to listen to Neil Diamond with her door closed (apparently so as not to bother others, including her sickly husband). (This is odd, as she had never listened to Neil Diamond in real life regardless of her huge record, reel to reel, and cassette tape collection.)

I go over and make the offer to fix it, but her husband Bob suddenly shows up as if having just arrived (possibly dropped off by his relatives or perhaps my sister Carol - this is not certain). He insists that he can do it. He looks very ill and begins at the top of the door frame. The hinges are not as they would be in reality. Each of the two hinges in the door frame (the ones that came loose) is held by two silver sets of nuts and bolts, the bolts facing outward from the door frame. He begins to work on the top nut by tightening it with his hands. The other nut below that is there but very loose. The other two nuts (for the bottom hinge) are somehow somewhere in that bedroom on the other side of the door (which is not logical, as the nuts would have rolled into the living room relating to how the door mostly came off, not the other direction). Just as he is tightening the top nut, he drops his left arm (the hinges are on the left side of the door from the living room perspective). He then seems to go into some sort of pseudo-ritualistic trance. I notice that there are dark reddish circles around his eyes and he is wearing no shirt. (He is just in his underwear.) He had arrived in only his underwear and had apparently been in the hospital for a week or more.

He just stands there looking very ill. He starts chanting “Have a headache…don’t care…have a headache…don’t care…” (which seems to mean he does not care about anything in life, even continuing to fix the hinges). I get the strong impression that he is very close to death. I decide that I will manually tighten the other nuts myself, but just as I contemplate tightening the bottom nut of the top hinge, my dream fades.

Zsuzsanna woke with a slight headache and a bit of nausea so it is possible our empathetic link projected into a different dream character (as this has happened before) - even though her character in my dream seemed healthy and happy. In fact, this metaphor (a door not being on all the hinges) does seem to have something to do with empathetic links that need to be strengthened for the health or vitality of both (including at different levels of thought). A door itself is a point between two rooms and often takes a dreamer into different levels of consciousness or awareness.

Precognition unveils. Right after my wife had the television on (and just as I was ready to post this), the first thing she hears is “Neil Diamond…(pause)…No, it wasn’t Neil Diamond”. My wife just smiled at me and said “You’re funny”. Of course, this is a natural event via the Source, like digesting food, not an active “ability” for the most part (at least in this particular case).

alcohol (against my will) before bed, and chocolate,
bedtime OK but late-ish

+ I'm looking at a colorful bird that's running around in a creek area under trees (a friend is trying to catch it?), it's going back and forth. Then I see it is a colorful pig/bird, a pig with feathers and birdish features, standing right next to me. I "know" the pig/bird thing can be dangerous and aggressive so I stay quiet.

+ boy who fell on the knife. It was a stick with a metal knife and a white ceramic blade attached as a crude spear. I'm concerned and go to see if he's bleeding. I'm holding the broken white ceramic knife which has a jagged tip (it broke off in his body?), he thinks I'm coming to stab him but I just want to see if he's bleeding and if the knife tip matches his wound

+ soldiers in big weird hazmat suits are walking through our area looking for (criminals/terrorists?) There are 3 big weird suits. A trainer not in a suit is covering them, they need cover otherwise an enemy could sneak up on them and shoot them at close range. Should I put my hands up as they walk by me?

+ at the childhood park basketball level [dream sign], a number of scenes and returns:
I find myself on the basketball level of childhood park, there is a low fence in front of me, I'm at the far and by the drinking fountain/sloped hill, for some reason I decide to run, jump headfirst over the fence and bellyflop onto the asphalt. I do this and hit fairly hard and feel like I get some scrapes. Then I see a (boar?) running at me and I turn to the left and run with strong legs (I have been training) up the hill quickly. Back on the ground a wild dog/wolf is running at me and I think about timing the sword blow to hit its head (will its skull be too hard for the sword?)

The evil guys are plotting to kill people. The girls come and say they've brought the flowers. I walk among the flowers it's like a florist shop.

I'm playing basketball at the best (most level ground) shooting hoop (just shooting). I have my red, white, and blue basketball [true]. A friend takes a shot from far away and misses entirely. I give him a two-handed bounce pass that ends up going a bit to the right, but he catches it and passes it right back to me, he doesn't want my help. I think he's not doing it right, that far away you need to take a step to add momentum to your shot. I try the shot and I think I"m cheating by taking one too many steps so I'm too close. I throw up my shot and it also misses (it hangs in the air?)

A building on the sloping hill behind the basket sucks up the basketballs? A truck with a long thing (missile?) backs up to the basket, blocking it, I complain and the driver or someone else explains. I command/TK that my basketball comes back to me, hold up my hand to receive it. Two orange basketballs come but they don't land properly in my hand. I say, "No! Deliver my red white and blue basketball, and right to my hands!"

I walk to the entry (sloping road) side of the basketball level, my son is rolling a jet-ski slyly, it's one of his pranks he's stealing it?, he goes up on an elevated level and starts it up, it sounds like a motorcycle?, people are watching and grinning?

There is a high cube-shaped room in the air in the bike-rack corner, it's almost directly over me. A round hatch opens and a I see an object coming out. It is a huge heavy weight that falls right down and completely flattens the guy next to me. I run away, and I think someone is projectile vomiting behind me because of the squished guy. I hide[dream sign] in a high enclosed nest by the exit road corner of the level, one of the plotting guys is driving below me in a car, I think my hiding place is not sufficient[dream sign].

Dreamt computer had virus kept popping up crap on scrreen, made me late for work waaaa!

I was walking up a hill leaving some kind of warehouse site. I get the idea that this might be a dream so I do a nose reality check. I then realized that I was dreaming and quickly and spontaneously decided that I should ride a moped. I looked around my surrounding area expecting a moped to be in sight and there it was.

This moped was blue and in very nice condition. I quickly got on the moped and began to drive up some steep hill. Then suddenly my environment change then I was in a Walmart. walking around in the Walmart I compared this dream Walmart to the real life waking Walmart.

I thought how I felt so different compared to how I usually feel while walking in a waking Walmart. Everythd that nothing is and easy going because I realized that nothing is substantial. I walk outside of the Walmart and quickly run into my girlfriend. We decided to fly together and so we did. it was very pleasant flying with her at night time over these surrounding buildings in the area.

She held onto my arm and this was a very enjoyable experience. Then suddenly the scene changed and I was in a house with my girlfriend standing in some strange dark kitchen. I thought to myself did I just wake up or am I still dreaming? I did a reality check again and realize that I was indeed still dreaming. Immediately after doing this my girlfriends eyes begin to turn white as if she was being possessed by some kind of evil spirit.

Out of fear and wanting some kind of protection I began to chant the compassion mantra the Buddha of compassion. as I did this my girlfriend began to shapeshift into a starving African child in which I felt extreme compassion for. This also cause me to feel compassion for all the starving children in the world. As I began to chant the mantra even more I hold this child with a heartfelt wish that all kids will be safe.

Didn't manage to become lucid, but I had some interesting non-lucids so I'm content.

Frags:
Mix of frags from two dreams. Both featured the same park, which had a fence surrounding it. The fence was a different height depending on where you were approaching it from. For the most part, you had to climb over it to get into the park, but there was one section that was lower than the others, making it easy to get ver

I was outside of the park. There was a dog chasing us from the other end of the sidewalk.

I was in the park again ... this time as Santa Clause (I really don't know why).

Dream #1:
I was observing a guy with crutches.
His whole body was shrouded in darkness; I got bad vibes from him. He reached his hand into his chest area. An X-ray appeared, showing his hand moving through his rib cage. There was a weird, spiky protrusion coming out of his heart (which didn't really look like a heart). The guy broke the spike off and then thrust it in the direction of the protagonist, who had already begun to leave. That was his special ability: being able to throw bits of his body, knowing that it would always hit his target. The spike buried itself into the protagonist's upper body, causing him to react in pain. I don't think there were any serious injuries.
The protagonist had gone "there" with 1-2 other people. "There" was the HQ of a group led by a gang leader-ish guy who's name started with a 'C'.

My perspective shifted to that of my dad and I in the car. My dad was driving and I was talking about how I wish I had superpowers. He told me, "why don't you ask Tim?" in Vietnamese. It sounded strange, even in the dream, but I didn't become aware. Later, my dad was talking about pizza. He had a flier with him. Apparently it was from a popular online pizza store, which seemed kind of strange to me. The font and design were fairly basic. Dad was talking about how he was only interested in the "La___" pizza. When I looked at the image for it, it looked like an ordinary pepperoni and cheese pizza. Dad told me that even all the men in our city wouldn't be able to handle it (I'm assuming it's spiciness).

Dream #2:
I remember deciding on which class I wanted to play on an MMO.
I was using a shield on my old character. My old character was pretty well-balanced, a jack-of-all-trades type. There were a bunch of guides for Mage types (I glanced at a pure fire Mage), but that didn't really appeal to me. I was thinking of playing a hybrid type, maybe a 1h swordsman with a shield and magic. The idea of a 2h swordsman with fire magic appealed to me, but I knew that splitting myself between multiple priorities would only weaken me.

I was playing Terraria with K, T, and maybe someone else. I was using a new character with "Joe" in his name. I was using my hook as a Z-air, damaging K, who was chasing me off of a floating island. My hook was much slower than the other's (cause I was a nub) but it still allowed me to traverse the area, so I didn't mind.
B was talking about the abilities granted to "special" classes. One was for werewolf, which gave them the ability to jump even higher. I don't remember how special characters were created, but it sounded kind of useless

Later, the mood of the dream shifted.
I was with another guy, a kid younger than me, who looked like one of my old co-workers. He'd bandaged the big toe of his right foot. I was with DTA, I think. I was leading an army into enemy territory, where battle was already engaged and our side was losing. A brutal fight was being held, with many participants being younger than me. I remember my little brother being near me. We managed to defeat the enemy at one point, but it turned out that most of their members were at a beach. A ceremony was being held there at the moment. I replay the message to DTA and we make our way there.

When we got to the beach, me and a few others opt to "sneaking" in by going onto our knees and elbows and crawling. We made a lot of noise and some kids near the back, probably no older than 13, noticed us. Another battle began. I spent most of that battle in the single room leading to the beach. AL was sleeping in the bed (for whatever reason) and I promised I'd protect him. I switched between different weapons, but I was using dual fruit knives by the end of it. I'd hack and slash at anyone who entered the room. It wasn't difficult defeating them, and I wasn't scared or anything. There was a kid who'd tried to enter. I found out that he was on our side, but he still tried to fight me to get through. Apparently he wanted to join the battle at the beach, and I admired his courage.

Eventually, AL woke up. We exchanged a few words. The dream ended soon after.


COMP TOTAL: 176.5 (my score to beat next time)

Final competitions night, glad I participated, got me out of a "dry spell." I'll try to do the TotM and the lucid dares in the future, get me involved on DV.
Once again small LD

Lucidity: 5/10
Control: 6.5/10
Vivacity: 8/10

Afterr running away from zombie-like people, I find myself with a group of rescapees in a small hotel room. I realize that I'm dreaming for no specific reason. Zombies break through the door and I blast them away with telekinesis. As I stabilize the dream, I hear that the zombies are looking for my DNA, which would be why I had those "powers." The dream plot has adapted itself to my lucidity. I "remember" that I dropped a small black box which contained my DNA () earlier on. This is confirmed when I look out the window to find it laying on the ground some tenth of meters down.
I'll get it back.
There are zombies everywhere; I plan to fall down, grab the box and fly back up all in one smooth arc. I take a step out the window. The view looks a lot like my old apartment, except much higher. I look down into the alley way and I hold my arms wide, letting myself fall head first towards the box. I feel myself accelerate down and a strong wind hitting me. I reach the box, flying at about half a meter over the ground. I feel like I'm at a bad angle to go back up. I stop myself in mid air. Zombies try to get to me but I shake them off, and I quickly climb my way back in the hotel room, where sexy stuff happens until I wake up.

I'm occupying someone else's body, and I-the-character am not entirely clear on the body's identity. A woman greets me in Korean, and following her expectations, I enter an elevator. I-the-dreamer am aware that the body I'm occupying owns this building, he's the president of a company, and this is his private elevator to his penthouse suite. There are no buttons inside the elevator; I-the-dreamer am aware it uses facial recognition, I-the-character am surprised when it starts to move.

The elevator opens onto his suite. There are a number of people in the bed, clearly after a party; the body's owner recognizes one of these people, the rest are strangers. I order everyone out; only that one exception stays. He's sitting up against the headboard, wearing an animal's pelt draped over his head, a wolf or a coyote. (It occurs to me after waking up that we were both wearing something else's skin.)

Another man appears, and he grips this man by the throat. I recognize him; he's the reason I-the-character occupied this particular body, in order to meet with him. He speaks to me, believing he's speaking to the body's owner. I-the-dreamer switch to third person because I want to see the expressions of me-the-character.

Speaking in English so that we won't be understood by the man with the animal pelt, I-the-character chide him for being "so eager to sink your teeth."

He says, "Not the only thing I'm good at. But surely we'll still eat this-"