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I am in a desert at night, with a man who might be a teacher or guru. We are climbing (flying?) to the top of very high sand dunes, like mountains:



I am at a hospital with a friend from high school. He has brought all of his ferrets with him. They are many different sizes, and I am playing with them. One of them looks like a gerbil, and I pretend like I am going to chase him. He runs excitedly down the hall, then turns and runs back towards me, like a dog. We do this several times and it is a lot of fun. At one point, he grows bat wings and takes to the air, before coming back and landing in my hair. Lots of fun playing with dream animals

Morning of August 15, 2015. Saturday.



My dream’s location seems like the house on Loomis Street regarding the area I sense I am in, though everything is different otherwise and it is not even much like a house; more like a partly underground setting in a zoo, at least in one area, though I seem to be living here. The entire back and north side of the “house” is open, though high walls are at least two sides at the northwest corner. The front is enclosed and there is a row of jalousie windows. (There were no jalousie windows in the Loomis Street house or in any of the houses in La Crosse I had been in).

I become aware that a large tiger is in the front yard. At first, I decide to close the windows due to a slight concern about the tiger smelling me. I do not think it can get in but it might surprise me if I have my head close to the window at a later point. Over time, I realize that there is also a lion in the backyard, though the wall may be high enough so that he does not get into the enclosure I am in.

Later, I realize that these two large animals are supposed to be in the area and that they are like guard dogs in a way. Each has his own space to guard and survey and to stop intruders from getting into “my” house. Somehow, the tiger eventually gets in to where I am. I am not sure how that happened since there is no direct way in via the front. It certainly could not have gotten through the narrow jalousie window’s glass slats at any point. No door had been open, and I do not think it came over the walls in the back and north side. Still, I realize that there is nothing to be worried about. The tiger will not eat me or attack and is simply looking around. I watch it for a time and eventually pet it like a cat. It seems content.

Eventually, I am aware that the lion in the backyard can get in to where I am. This only concerns me in a way that I know it will probably fight with the tiger. I can see the tiger sniffing the air and I look back and see the lion on the top of the wall. I ask a couple unfamiliar people who are there to keep the lion from getting in. However, it eventually goes around to the north wall and I sense there may be a fight, though this does not happen. The lion stands on the wall while observing the tiger and they both continue to sniff the air, but I wake before anything happens. The lion could easily jump down into the structure that the tiger and I are in. I believe the lion will not attack me, but I do not want to see the animals attack each other. My dream fades with a soft awakening (that is, no discernible physical RAS effect such as a leg kick or abdominal twitch).

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The reticular activating system (RAS) is curiously sustained and duplicated here due to an atypically vivid subliminally lucid sequence. Tigers and lions are RAS factors just as snakes (in certain vivid non-lucid dreams) and dogs (in certain apex lucidity dreams mainly only in childhood) are and serve the same purpose with the same basic meaning (though I associate a lion more with waking coalescence as it can swallow the dream self into the “lion as emergent consciousness” as with 1897’s “The Sleeping Gypsy” painting). RAS also serves, biologically, as a “guardian” while mediating sleep-wake transitions, which was in the back of my mind in my dream and the understanding of which altered my dream’s mood and dynamics, for example, why my non-lucid dream self was not afraid of the big cats. Obviously, RAS is a normal part of the mind and nothing to fear (except perhaps in people who tend to faint a lot). Learning about RAS at a very early age is partly how my mind developed differently than many my age and why I rarely have nightmares (other than as health warnings, for example, at the threshold of getting the flu).

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Morning of August 15, 2015. Saturday.



Once again, I seem to be a teenager. (Note: I first absentmindedly wrote “teenanger” in my notes instead of “teenager”).

In my dream, I am once again in Cubitis, though there is not much furniture in my room. I am much as I am now (mentally and emotionally), including having a computer desk (along the southeast corner and facing south in this case). I do not question this perhaps because I did experiments with electronics in the 1970s (building mostly useless novelties and haphazard hybrid decks) thanks to my father buying lots of junk at flea markets, including cassette players, speakers, amplifiers, and old radios on a weekly basis.

I am not sure of the time (it could be either morning or evening, though I am often aware of the general time in the majority of my dreams). I eventually notice the sheer curtains to my right over the west wall (mostly made up of large jalousie windows) billowing out for a few minutes. Eventually, in my mind is the idea that my (deceased) older sister Marilyn will appear as a spirit. Something seems to “move” in my mind and she appears as she did in perhaps 1978, but remains behind the nearly transparent curtains for a time as if the movement of the curtains in the slight breeze had something to do with forming her or her essence. It is very vivid. She comes out from behind the curtains and I talk with her for a short time and even touch her shoulder and she seems happy. (“Curtains” is a possible reference to having died in this case.)

Eventually, she walks out of my room into the living room. From here, though, the setting seems to be the southeast area of the living room on Loomis Street. My brother-in-law (her husband) is sitting on the right side of their couch near the window. An unknown female in her late forties is standing near him (who may be a nurse or friend) to his right (though she is facing west to my implied room in Cubitis and he is facing north towards the room I stayed in when first moving there from Florida).

My sister turns to the left and walks away, seemingly towards a fictional hallway. Another version of my sister is, at this point, talking to her husband. She looks mostly the same as the other supposed spirit.

I get an impression that the spirits of deceased people somehow divide into different versions of themselves to visit or comfort particular individuals at or around the same time. This seems “wrong” somehow, but I cannot quite resolve it. My dream eventually fades as I watch my “other” sister standing and talking with her husband.

This is certainly not the first time I have dreamt of more than one copy of the same person. It happens regarding my wife Zsuzsanna, and she sometimes dreams of more than one of me as well. I also once had a dream of two different versions of my father (May 1975) when he was still alive. Pets sometimes duplicate as well. This dream seems to be different, though, as I am far more aware of the implications than usual. It possibly translates to how people project themselves differently to different people. Note that I have five half-sisters total (and six half-brothers), but grew up mostly on my own, as they were all older.

So I did a WBTB WILD last night (meditated while waiting to go back to bed), but it didn't work. I tried the WILD three times, and each time I would get the vibrations, but I never really lost the sense of my body. Oh, well, it ended up not mattering because my RCs and MILD mantra kicked in and saved the night. Lucid in only five days since I started? Not bad.

I'm in my room, in the dark, looking at my monitor. One of my speakers is to the right. I hear singing from it. It is in another language. I think its Welsh. I know that it is coming from down stairs and that it must be my dad, who sings all the time (he does this IWL, and yes, some of the songs are in Welsh). I'm not sure why, but I go to the bathroom, maybe with the idea of taking a shower and getting up. The makeup of the house is completely different from my WL house, but I don't notice this. The light is on in the bathroom. I look in the mirror. I look normal, except my hair is sticking out on all sides so it looks like I have a saucer around my head. The top of my head, my crown, is also shaved, like a Christian monk. This triggers a reality check. The light in the bathroom must have gone off, because I performed the RC in the dark. I plug my nose and try to breathe. I still can! I become semi-lucid, but I'm so surprised at being able to breathe through closed nostrils that I perform the RC again. I thought my fingers might have slipped and half-opened a nostril. I'm excited, so I run out into the hall, where everything is dark. I whisper "Turn on the lights," or something like that, but nothing happens. I'm whispering because I have a crazy idea that my dad is downstairs, and I don't want him to know I'm lucid dreaming (I get secretive about weird stuff IWL, and this is why I figured this dream was not completely lucid). I find a switch and flick it. The lights come on. I run towards a balcony. Steps lead downstairs to a wall full of large windows. The steps are tiled with wood and the banister beside them is of some exotic wood. I can see that outside it is that time before dawn when everything is gray or deep shades of blue. As I run down the stairs, the sun comes up and by the time I make it outside it is morning. The sky is a brilliant shade of denim blue, without a cloud in the sky.

I am in a cheery neighborhood with comfortable looking homes, most of them ranch style. For some reason the neighborhood reminds me of Norther California. It is definitely not my own WL neck of suburbia. There are paths leading to other houses, and the spaces between the paths are mulched with red cedar.

Everything looks a bit blurry, so I shout "Clarify!". Nothing happens, but it must have worked because the last scene in the dream is very vivid. I remember that if I get too excited I will wake up, so I think stabilizing would be a good idea. I try to rub my hands together, but I am wearing these large red oven mits. I take off the mits and rub my hands together. I don't feel more grounded or anything. I have an idea that it might be a good idea to twirl for further stabilization. But I remember that turning around can also teleport you somewhere else, so I don't end up doing it. I want to explore the neighborhood first.

I look for something to do. I see a dream character across the road, checking her mail. She's this girl I knew from a farm in Northern California when I hitchhiked down the West Coast from Seattle. She has a cute coffee-cream brown face with a sprinkling of freckles on her nose. Her eyes are the color of brown autumn leaves, and her chocolate hair is pulled back in a ponytail. She is wearing blue sweatpants. I forget what she was wearing for her top. I run over to her, and she backs up into the siding of her house. She looks pretty calm, nevertheless, to see a strange fat guy sprinting towards her.

"Do you want the table?" she asks when I arrive. I don't remember if there was a table nearby she could give me, but I certainly didn't want it.

"No," I reply with crazy enthusiasm. "I want to tell you a story!"

I don't know what story I had in mind, but she says something I can't quite recall, but that ends with "alligators."

"I love alligators!" I cry.

I wake up.

I was running for some sort of office. For some reason I had access to my main opponent'so office, I think the implication was we used to work together before and I still had access. So I went in and left a chocolate on her desk along with the card "May the best person win." And I was hoping she would assume the chocolate was poisoned (it was not), and that she would have a negative reaction blown out of proportion. Then later in the campaign she dismissed the importance of music, whereas I learned the lyrics of a popular song by heart in order to sing it along with my constituents publically to show how in tune I was with them.

I have not been following the election campaign in the U.S. closely, and yet this dream I think is in part inspired by it going on.

First dream

I was a warrior. Someone paid me to escort him to a ruined cathedral, placed in cursed lands. He was a tall male, wearing full plate armor. We moved on through the cursed lands. The nature was decaying there - the soil was barren and had gray color, trees and any other vegetation were dead, and there were no animals, only bones scattered everywhere. I said "Are you sure that this is the right place?" and he said "Yes. We must enter the cathedral, avoiding death knight and his servants.".

We finally reached the building. It was towering high above the whole land. Dark and desecrated it stood there for ages, being a home for the undead. We went closer, and we saw legions of skeletons roaming around it. We started to run around the cathedral, leaving skeletons behind. For some reason, they haven't bothered to attack us. We moved through a backyard full of zombies, and entered the cathedral. There was a lich with group of wraiths inside, reading some ancient tomes. The lich just gave us surprised look and went back to reading, while we jumped down a trapdoor, and entered dunegons.

We landed down in some kind of alchemist laboratory. It was old, and covered with cobwebs. The whole dungeon was carved in rock. We moved forward, into a corridor, and then we got attacked by group of adventurers. The man in full plate armor showed his true self - he was a death knight. I took my throwing axes and took him down while adventurers were distracting him.

Second dream - fragment

I was starting in car races. I was quickly leaving behind all other drivers, but suddenly I got chased by police, and I had to escape from them.

Black: non-dream
Blue: non-lucid
Red: lucid

Dream - running (semi aware of dream state)
I was at my high school on the grass fields hanging out with friends I had during the first couple years. A guy called Steven was there and he was being pretty funny and the atmosphere of the dream was quite nice. Then for some reason we started running, some sort of race. Johnny, a guy who I was originally friends with (his personality turned extremely shallow and he just seemed to bully others towards the end) was running too. He absolutely shot ahead and I was a bit annoyed when I realized how slow I had become (after the dream I thought back to this and considered doing sprint training when I go running IRL).

The characters in the dream seemed to disappear and the scene changed, either that or I just didn't realize I actually DID wake up and then fall back to sleep, starting a new dream. I was with a beautiful pure bred dog that had amazing white fur, it ran alongside me as we headed towards a river. The river itself was quite shallow and probably 5 metres wide. As I ran across the river things slowed down... I had just been thinking about how I was running so slow earlier, then I thought of whether or not I could make the world go slow motion... Upon thinking this, the world DID slow down and everything became suspended in animation. Droplets of water splashing up as I traversed through the river moved so slowly... I looked at my left arm, it had slowed down to a snails pace. I became slightly aware of everything in this state of stillness, it was strange.

Things kicked back into motion quickly as the dream decided to progress, on the other side of the river was my friend Matt, he had a little mutt for a dog that was as big as a chiwawa. He said that he didn't want me on this side of the river because my dog was pure and it'd be bad for it if it had impure offspring, but he said it in such a way that sounded like he was being so sincere and looking out for me out of the kindness of his heart. True bro

I was working with a group of students to build a new planetarium on campus. We had this big concrete foundation and another student had built this machine that modeled the orbits of all the planets in the solar system. The planets went around on circular metal tracks driven by gears. The sun was a giant light bulb, about 6' in diameter. The entire thing was powered by the wind running into this vent and turning a generator.

The professor who was my astronomy prof from earlier in the summer was happy with how the solar system model worked, but I pointed out that once we built the building around it, there would be no wind and it would no longer work. I stumped him and the DC who had built the model; another student. The other student got really mad at me because he thought that I broke his project.

Omg! I had my 5th lucid dream, and I had a lot of control over it! In my dream, I did a reality check (because I do it so much IWL) Anyways, I saw my finger pass through my hand. I couldn't believe my eyes, because everything looked just like real life! Just to be sure, I did the nose plug reality check. I could breathe. It was AMAZING! I asked a DC where my Dream Guide is. They say, "Oh, Makenna's back at the high school!" So I floated into the sky (I had a bit of a hard time flying, I try to take a slow, calm flight and I end up zooming a bit too far past the high school!) Once I saw the high school, I landed, but didn't seem to find anyone. So I went back home somehow (I don't even know how), and noticed my parents were watching movies. And the setting changed to night. First, I grabbed the broken tv remote and changed the channel, trying to change the scenery. Nothing good was on, so at random, I just stuck my arm into the tv. Just for fun, I decided to look at the clocks on the screens and look away. One of them had a word, a colon and a couple of numbers. I told myself to remember the word and the numbers, because it was funny (but I couldn't). Anyways, I went to my room. everything was... different, I didn't really like it. Anyway, everything was super clear. I decided to make it clearer by shouting "Clarity Now!". Cool, now I can read the book titles! I finally ask for my dream guide. A girl cosplayed as Joy from Inside Out appeared in my room. We talked a little, became friends, and didn't really learn anything... "What was your name again?" I ask. She replies, "C'mon! You know me!" I look closely at her face to see that it looked like- My old friend Miranda! Then I remembered one of my dream goals- A date with my crush. The scenery changes to a small wooden boat with my crush on it We're sitting in the middle of the lake. Then I realized the goal was to go on a date with my crush-at the fair! I see a carnival nearby, and take my crush there (Again, I don't know how). When we get there, we go on the... Ferris wheel, I think? Gawd, I have a terrible memory when it comes to dreams. Anyways, we went on the ferris wheel and I either lost lucidity and drifted into this next dream, or woke up and fell back asleep. (oh, and at one point in the dream something was trying to hurt me, so I put my hand out, yelled "Laser beam!" and a whitish colored laser shot out of my hand. )

In this next dream, I dreamt that I was in 5th grade again. We had assemblies and stuff, and at one point we had a project where we pick a rock or gem, and tell if mining it was good or bad. For some reason in that dream, one of my old friends was pregnant.
That's what I get for reading about the world's youngest mothers.
anyways, I picked gold (although in the end I realized it was just silver painted gold.
Teacher (to me): So, is mining this silver rock good or bad?
Me: Uhh... Mining i-is good except for when you're mining for oil or something...
Blah blah, stuff happenes, well let's get to the good part.
My friend who was pregnant in the dream gets up and does a speech.
"When your pregnant, y-you get fat, and you're sick."
Okay... So, not really a speech, but still. That was funny, considering she was super skinny.

So, I think last night was amazing- but does this really mean that my friend Miranda is my dream guide?

And it isn't until just now that I realize that being on the boat would've been the perfect time to complete Basic Task II.
Dang.

Hey Lucy! Thanks for giving me a visit last night and boy was it awesome! I woke up floating above my body in my bedroom. I looked down and saw my husband asleep and for some reason, I had the thought that I didn't want to wake him being out of body . So I slowly floated above his body aiming for the bedroom door. Then all of a sudden a gust of wind (or force???) threw me back in my body and I DEILD my way back out. This wind or force continued to throw me up high into the sky and then throw me back down. And I mean way down...I began to see like layers of the Earth going down. The speed of being thrown up and down made my stomach feel like it was going into my throat and then down to my feet. I kept getting scared and ended up back in my body about three more time but I was still able to DEILD my way back out. This seemed to continue on forever until I got a hold of my lucid self and directed my attention on something else.

So I decided since I couldn't do much without agitating the wind/force I would practice summoning and teleportation (I totally forgot what the TOTM was). I didn't know what to summon so I though a cross would be really good about now. I held out my hand (if I had one) and concentrated on the cross appearing...it DIDN'T. I then tried teleporting to somewhere Ancient so I concentrated on a place with old temples and turned around hoping to be there...I WASN'T. By now I was so mentally exhausted I glided back over my husband with my heart still racing and went back in my body.

I stayed up for awhile trying to understand what that wind/force thing was. It is not really scary...well, the only thing scary about it is I don't see anything but the strength of whatever it is blows my mind! Even thought I never see anything, it sounds like a freight train! This has happened several times before but I have never been able to understand what it was and why does this always happen. When it does happen, I have no control over where I'm going (being pulled) and I'm literally being dragged to some place but I always get scared and fight my way back to my body. If anyone understands this phenomena please feel free to enlighten me. Anyway Lucy, always humble and always grateful.

Old color code was used in this entry. Im gonna use them again from now on.

Dream Karate

I was inside a house that apparently was where I and my family lived. I wanted to sign up for a karate class and my brothers had agreed to go with me and my dad. However, at the last minute they had changed their mind. I was annoyed but decided that i would go myself.

I left and soon my brothers caught up with me. Guess they changed their minds again.We arrived at a park close to a mall like area. I got the impression that the people around were all interested in Karate but than after trying to check out my skills with someone and using a green staff, I became lucid.I began twirling the staff trying to look impressive.

The boy I was up against looked like the human form Dawn likes to take but I didn't view him as dawn. More like a regular dream character. When I was done trying to do cool moves I was interrupted by my brother and after doing something I dont recall I woke up.

Hooded Boy

I was having a sleep over in a apartment place with a girl and ladies I think...But as I was trying to relax the girl told me that we should move to the next room. That is when i realized she was an old high school friend.She looked scared and asked me if i saw it. "Saw what?" I asked confused. "The spirit that was at the window." She replied surprised I wasn't scared.

At that moment I recall her telling me about the demon she saw at the window of her friend's house in waking life when she went for a sleepover. I became lucid and saw a spirit appear at the window. Than it left. I was like "I'm not scared."Than a guy in a baggy sweater with the hood over his head appeared at the window.He stayed looking until he left. After that I left the room to walk around and was being followed but i forgot by who.

Corn

I was in a camping site with lots of people around my age. We were about to jump in a lake clothed in swim wear. I ended up jumping inside but than got out because something caught my attention. There was corn stacked near a bush and people were stealing them while the farmer was distracted. I told them that what they were doing was wrong but at the last minute when there was very few left, I started to take.

Thats when the farmer came and shouted for us to stop. I ran with the corn and than the scene changed into a school classroom.I became lucid and was thinking about how dream corn didn't matter anymore. But than i changed my mind about it because it still looked delicious.I really wanted to have the corn cooked though. As I was looking at the corn parts of it started to look like it was cooked and than a dc girl came to talk to me. But the scene changed as thoughts of Dawn came up.

This scene took place in a office like room where Dawn was in a suit and had received a message from a girl that ran in. She gave him a note saying it had come in for him. He asked her if it was from the same girl than put it in a gray bin on the window sill. She said yes and was curious as to whether the problem would ever be solved. Than the scene evaporated and I woke up.

It's night, and we're in a heavily wooded valley. Above us is a massive structure that resembles a dam, and there are offices in the building that's built into the structure.

The four (or five?) of us are gathered in a circle, having made camp. There's no fire. We're on the run.

And they've found us.

It's day, now. The parents and one (or two?) of their kids have found a vehicle and are driving up one side of the dam (but there are deer in the way, so they can only go so quickly.)

I'm the daughter, and insect-like attack robots surround me, their numbers penetrating deep into the forest. I feel the energy building up within me, and I lash out, striking at the robots with some kind of sword, taking out half a dozen of them in a straight line.

There are too many of them. I retreat upwards into the office building, blasting through a wall to get inside. There are men and women in suits around a boardroom table, and they spin in their seats as I rush past them, sending up alarmed cries. I get to the interior door, something hot on my heels, and everything goes dark.

shift

The man in charge has short, spiked black hair. He is arrogant, cold, as he gives his orders. They're in the centre of a city now, and he has the girl.

People are frantic. Something has gone wrong. They need to escape, to evacuate. They need to get a message to the Earl.

I laugh. I am now a man, thin-faced and shorter than the man in charge. He is angry, he grabs me by the lapels of my jacket and demands, demands, demands.

Amused, I tell him that I can get the information to the Earl. It's in X folder in his personal, secure system, right? I have the files now, I can send them.

Demands, demands.

Well, I'm a hacker, of course, I tell him. And I'm not really here. But I can help him, for a price.

I'm with the girl I was before, and we're speeding through the city in a shuttle, trying to dodge as multiple giant space worms—like the one from Men in Black—destroy the city and try to eat us, as well.

We're in an elevator. Have we made it?

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In the church my mom took me to when I was really, really little. It's still dark, because it's winter, and the service is in an hour. I unlock the door with my key and turn on the lights.

No one is here yet. I go downstairs and turn on the lights (I'm a little bit afraid because I need to go through the dark sections to get to the lights), and I consider going home and sleeping for a bit.

I turn off the lights and stand in the darkness for a moment, quiet and still. The trees and the moon above the church create a lovely picture in the sky.

There's still one light on, though. It looks like someone is in the bathroom. I guess I should turn the lights back on and stay here until the service starts, since people have started arriving.

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Spoiler for Content note for attempted sexual assault:

In this dream, I was at a party with an old friend. Things had died down, and a man tried to climb on top of me, and I fought him off. It seemed like he was expecting me to be out of it, and I remembered that there was one thing that my friend had had that I hadn't; I tried to find my friend.

The dream played over and over, as I tried to find a better outcome. In some versions, there were police and an ambulance. In others, we went home and didn't talk about what had happened.

Note: I think that this dream played on a situation where the same friend helped me out of a situation where two of her guy friends were being hella creepy while I was drunk.

Edit: I also had a dream that Sensei started up his comp and had ALL of the intermediates against the one person who volunteered to be on the advanced team (which wasn't me).

Adventure: 5/10
Control: 3/10
Fear: 7/10

I was in a somewhat typical suburban house, swimming around as a dolphin. At one point I briefly observed my dolphin body. I felt like a dolphin. I don't remember having a beak, though. Swimming around, I notice all of the decorations were dolphin themed. I knew enough that I could pass through walls. I end up in the kitchen where I saw some untoasted peppermint pretzel sticks that looked pretty good. A DC told me I could toast some in the toaster oven. "It wasn't our best gift", she said. I woke up. I never saw the dc but I assume she was a dolphin, too. I probably would have become lucid had I tried to pick up the pretzel sticks as I had fins rather than hands.

I've been finding it a bit easier to imagine myself as a dolphin. This dream was likely incubated from my imagining. I think I might have turned a corner.

Better recall last night. I tried WBTB, but it didn't work. I had a regular non-lucid dream that I don't remember much.

I'm hanging out in the living room with some relative. A small bee somehow gets in, and I try to capture it to take it outside (most of my relatives are the kind of people who kill any insect inside their homes). The bee stings me on the thumb and I give a little shout. One of my relatives laugh and say that's what I get for trying to be nice and take it outside. Anyways I get up to take the bee out and I notice that the floor is all covered with bees, who are grouping together in small swarms that look like fuzzy yellow and black hillocks. They are turning our house into their hive. Everybody in the house gets up and starts stomping around, trying to kill the bees. I run outside, though, because I can't bear to kill living things and I didn't want to watch them do it. While I'm outside, however, these bees attack me and sort of form up into balls and roll down my ear canal to sting out my ear drum. I can feel them buzzing in my ear canal and it is not a very pleasant sensation. I dig in my ear and throw the bees onto the pavement, where they lay still like fuzzy yellow and black balls. I then decide to go back into the house to get some earplugs and some bug spray. I head around the back of the house where there is this detached shed. I go in and the thing is full of gardening tools, power equipment and ladders. I meet my mother inside, who is sweeping bees into the shed and killing them with a rolled up damp towel (that takes skill). She says something like: "There's something you don't want to see." I ask her if there was any bug spray I could use, and she said yes. I tell her about the bees getting into my ear, and she says it'd be best if I didn't bleed through a perforated ear drum. I pick up a large set of orange ear protectors. My uncle must be in the shed as well because he asks why I want headphones to listen to music when we had a bee attack on our hands.

This dream was my subconscious being mean, basically asking: "Ok, Mr. Gandhi, I know you don't like killing insects, but what if bees invaded your home?" It was doubly mean because my favorite insect is the bee.

Also remember two snippets from other dreams I had last night:

Flying from San Fransisco to Cleveland

Being yelled at because I emptied the compost digester on the garden and dug it in, thus making the soil acidic (you are supposed to place it on top and let it go through an aerobic phase first before digging it in).

Sleeping: August 13th 2015, 11 PM (UTC +7)
Awake: August 14th 2015, 7:10 AM (UTC +7)

Non-Dream, Non-Lucid, Lucid, False Awakening

Hm? What? Took a pill for last night's cold and went sleeping outright. It all started when I was sent to a desert for something. It could just be my need to get some information about that place. Feeling well, though I knew I was risking my life here. First step into a dungeon-like structure got some chills ran down through my spine. I could sense danger here, but I still felt great for this. It was a long journey throughout the labyrinth with puzzle things and such, it felt familiar to a brain-destroying puzzle map from a game with edits at the end. (Well, map has no way out of this place.) I found myself at the hallway leading to outside, seeing some lights.

Although it was long journey through pits of deaths, I still hesitated to get out. I just noted some information on my notepad, looking at some insects and spiders around me. It took me few seconds before realizing some people were following me. I quickly ran off and hoped for best that I won't die. That worked, I simply ran through all dart traps, pits and such. Finally getting out, I saw a message popping up indicating that it took me exactly 20 seconds in this part. New high-score, yay. (Okay, I honestly have to RC whenever I see any notification messages or everything that could be a game.) I just thought how bad it was, but I managed to get through whole thing quite fast. My "friends" won't catch up.

I don't know what afterwards, but soon I was using my laptop to start working on my data. All I can remember is I was finding some information about some theories on physics/science/such. That page consisted a logo on top which I didn't pay attention to. A search bar, with few checkbox filters below. One of them was "Paranomal-engaged sc[blurred]". Some others were same style, including "...-induced ...". (I hope I actually saw that.) Search results were picture thumbnail with text on the right, two columns for data found, less than 4 rows were shown without scrolling needs each time. I just went through attempting to search whatever I could think of, but didn't find what I actually wanted. After few moments, I successfully found a thing by exact match. No other things were shown. Can't remember what happened afterwards.

Things fast-forwarded to when I was in physics class. Desks placement and desks themselves were weird though. As always, teacher just walked in and took my notebook and checked for next lesson. He was standing on desk which was right and up for a block each. Soon, I had to walk there with confused expression as my teacher called for me. He opened a page which had a question written, my explanation was there but few things were left out blank. I started hearing my friends giggled and laughed. He asked me why I didn't do this, why I was not responsible, why friends had already given their works to him but I didn't. I was like "what?" then quickly checked everything. I was shocked as I thought I had done it all through my risky effort. (I don't even know why I started being an archaeologist going into a pyramid in the desert without proper reason then it became my excuses here.) "Do you even need some grades? I'm already tired of you. Go and do..." blahblahblah, more assignments he was giving me blahblahblah if I didn't want to lose my marks. The laughter suddenly got louder, directing at me. I was more than even shocked, with few tear in my eyes. (No more assignments, please. Waking life was already enough.) I was about to go down on my knees already. I took my book back, headed down, walked to my desk and sat on my chair. Asked myself "why?", "I did that already. Why everything went away?". Laughter was still loud, they were just humiliating. I punched my desk with force even less than 1 N, crying for my worthless effort and how everything I did disappeared like it was a dream. (It was a dream, dummy.) I collapsed and that also got my chair fell down, but I just didn't do anything. I left myself there in despair with some tear in my eyes and shocked expression.

I woke up due to my mom yelling that it was already 7:15 AM like crazy. (Not even enough time to get myself ready for school. At least, school in place I'm living requires assembly at 7:45 AM. Unlike you guys there which were like... 8-9?) I closed my eyes and tried thinking back to what I can think of, and those are all I could remember. I kept repeating keywords in my head and acting drowsily, getting myself prepared for things. Did some RCs. As soon as I got to my phone, I just typed those in and sighed, finally being able to concentrate on what I was doing.

A good thing, my cold completely disappeared over night with help from medicines, yay!

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• July 19th 2015 - The day before midterm