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I had multiple OBEs tonight... I counted till fifth one, then I stopped, as I found it stupid One OBE took between 5 to 20 minutes.
I went to my bed at about midnight. I started as usually with my autogenic training routine (weight and warmth). In unusually short time of exercise I started to feel my second body...

I forcibly separated myself from physical body and got up. I felt something like ropes, or bonds to my astral body's legs, hands and body trying to hold me back to my physical body... and I forcibly ripped that bonds... and I was free at once. I observed my surroundings for a while. Nothing looked out of ordinary. The room was dark, but I saw in that darkness well enough. I had some clothes on me... like shroud dress... white one. I stripped it down. It felt like obstacle... I was much better of naked, it felt better... Then I got back to my bed and I started to inspect my physical body. It was naked like in real world(I don't like clothes when I go sleep) and I could see every detail of skin of my physical body... I tried whether I will feel the touch of astral body on physical one (I feel that more often than not), but I didn't. I tried some pretty extreme things that could be painful even during OBE, but I didn't feel anything. Maybe this separation was better than many others... Then I went to observe my wife and children. They all were sleeping peacefully. I went downstairs to ground floor and after some time of observation I lost connection and was back in my body. I was still aware of second body! Therefore I continued:

I separated from my body and again I was clothed... for some reason I didn't like it and I stripped down again. Then I went out of my house through closest wall. I didn't feel the wall at all. It was dark outside, but street lights were shining. I got an idea to test my concentration through astral sex. Therefore I went through houses down the street trying to find suitable object to this experiment. Everybody slept. But that was not problem for me. The problem was, that even attractive looking women didn't feel attractive for me at all. Not in sexual way in any case. After I checked maybe 15 women, I let it be. It was such state of mind... I wanted only to drift around and observe things...

I separated from my body and I was on our local bus station 0.75 km from my house... Street lights were shining brightly. It was nice, quiet night. I felt the pull to my house, so I walked. After maybe 30m of walk I was on the crossroad and all lights went out. It was totally black darkness. I started to hear whispers and quiet voices... I felt beings around myself... I felt them with my mind, but not with astral body (no touches). Some beings were felt like dangerous ones. Others were indifferent. I felt no worries. I took my key pouch out from my trousers and tried to activate small light torch I have on it. Of course similarly to many OBEs, the technology was not functioning. How typical. Then... Why I have my clothes again? Get rid of them After I was naked again, I concentrated on my inner energy and produced strong aura lighting. My aura was today silvery white, sparkling. I saw something like twist of black bodies... All that beings were trying to clear area of my aura as fast as possible. I contemplated that a little, but then I started to walk home. I walked and observed my surroundings for some time till I lost connection and found myself back in my body.

I separated again. I'm in dark void. I hear again whispers from darkness. I generated silvery aura... extremely strongly lighted sphere of about 10m in diameter around myself. I got to rid of my clothes again . When my light sphere expanded, I saw again black bodies... so I wanted to observe them closely. I tried to fly forward, to the voices... But I didn't see anything more. Then I tried to deform my aura sphere to cylinder- in one direction... for about 30-40 meters... But it didn't help. I didn't see anything in the darkness. But I heard the voices... I flew in the darkness... Did I fly for real? I don't know, I felt it. But I didn't have any reference point. Then I saw some white light sphere flying across of my flight path... I was mildly surprised and wanted to follow that anomaly, but it went away and got lost in the darkness. After a while I saw second light sphere, this one was yellowish white... It flew nearly against myself. I adjusted my course a little and we met. Hmmm... I met something- the sphere was hollow and nobody was inside....

And again I separated from my body... This time I was in brightly lighted room of some sorts. It looked like doctor's office. I was naked. There was an attractive blond woman in white coat. She told me, that we are going to test my body stability (e.g. balance)... I had to rotate. I did so. I stood on one heel and made an impulse to rotate by my other foot. One impulse... I started to rotate on my heel at about one rotation in 3 seconds. I rotated... and that woman observed me and wrote something down into her record book. It was strange As I rotated, my body started precession movement similar the flywheel would do. The angle was going to be extreme but it wasn't like I was going to fall down Nicely looking woman physician wrote down something more and then told me, that it is enough... I didn't obey... I liked that rotation. I was losing perception of room which was slowly substituted by deep blackness of the universe filled by stars and majestic planetary clouds... I observed everything... It was very nice view. I rotated minutes till I lost connection again...

I felt that my second body is still free so why not to continue? I separated again. I was... somewhere... It was like universe... but I knew I was billions of light years away from my physical body... Further, than observable universe, but still within universe. It was black, but I saw whole galaxies float nearby... Some spiral, some elliptic... even spherical ones... And I saw also gigantic black holes, some larger than galaxies. I felt the space... I felt the matter... I felt the gravity... I didn't have body, I was point of consciousness. I was not affected by anything. I flew very fast. Object were moving as I flew... I heard whispers from the darkness which was surrounding me, but I didn't care. I observed celestial bodies... As I flew, I flew also through some galaxies and black holes. I saw black holes like total blackness only the sides were dimly lighted by pale light. I didn't feel a thing as I flew through objects. The flight through black hole looked like a black sphere was expanding in front of me, then short blackness and then I was out of it on the other side. I flew forward further and further, observing my surrounding... till I lost connection...

I had a few separation from which I remember only peace and void. Quietness... Existence.

My last separation time . This was short one, maybe 5 or so subjective minutes long. I separated into my bedroom. I was naked. My naked physical body was still looking naked and dead to me. There was darkness, but I saw good enough everything in my surrounding. I observed a little... my mind felt tired but was strongly concentrated on here and now like whole time. Discipline is necessary. For some reason I looked on my clocks and I saw, that it was about 2:15h... I got curious: what time is it in real world? I went back to my body and it was about 2:18h- close enough I didn't manage further separations and I dropped asleep fast.

Observations:
I had maybe 9 to 10 separation... it is quite a lot, but I had such experiences in my younger times often.
Forcible separation doesn't feel bad at all. It is only... It is not as naturally flowing. But it can take a lot of time to go to state where I don't feel that bonds. Time in which I can fall asleep.
Strange how I was refusing clothes... This would be first time I actively sought to not have them. Well I knew it was not physical world. Why do I have to be clothed?
I don't try sex too often while in LD or OBE. It doesn't come into my mind often and even less often I want to risk the shortening of experience. But I had nice OBE last week, and I had today my first... so, why not? It is good measure of my concentration level. I don't consider this to be rape!!! Firstly; I don't use force to force it and secondly; if there would be an objection to this action, I would stop. It is my policy to be civil to dream and astral(and other) characters. Thirdly in that state of mind one feels to be part of something larger. It would be like to try to harm myself. I'm adding this, because my wife has this view on this particular action.
Aura was spectacular. I had quite a control of it. Using aura as lighting is nice Silvery aura today... something new. Most often I have blue violet aura.
Night projection leads for some reason to experience in night astral world... At least by me. I'm curious... Does somebody have similar experience?
How could be somebody scared of walking out of body is beyond of me...
Projecting into space is nice. That one is quite seldom for me.
Projecting into void was similar to meditation, but not equal. The state of mind is much more quiet and peaceful meditation...
As you see I don't have control as to where I'm projecting. I don't mind. Of course it would be nice to do targeted projection, but I don't know how. Destabilisation of OBE is the last thing I want.

So I stupidly didn’t record my dreams as I woke up in the middle of the night, nor did I really took the time to remember them upon waking up. So all I’m left with are fragments.

There’s a small little clip where I’m in working. I’m talking to one of my students, GRAZIELLA, and I playfully flick her hair (why would I do that?), she laughs and feigns being angry.

Second bit features NEIL DEGRASSI TYSON, who had a radio show. He said something controversial in one of the shows and the sponsors started to pull out. His son visit him, they’re talking on Neil’s den, who tries to tell his son that it’ll be alright. It was just one sponsor. At that EXACT MOMENT, on tv we hear that Neil’s losing more sponsors.

7.2.15

Still on nightshifts. Slept around noon, then later again.
Woke up from this dream at 2:20am. Just before this she talked in irc about making sushi and that maybe someday I'll have the pleasure of sampling her cooking.

DR
I'm sitting at a table with Ophelia and Danny. She is sitting by my left side and Danny across her, and the table is round. It's at her place in TX. In my mind I see a picture of 3 kids, one of them is Chris, and I know he is sleeping over at those other kids.

We are eating dinner, something that I cooked. Some protein with sauce. I'm taking small bites, nervous if they like it. Danny says "my face hurts" as in he can't stop smiling and he gets up to get seconds. I want to ask ophelia if she likes it, but I figure if she wants me to know something, she will tell me.

06/30/2015 - THE PACK FIGHT

I don’t remember a whole lot about this particular dream. I know that there were two werewolf packs, I was a member of one of them, and these two packs were going to fight, for… whatever reason.

They gathered in this apartment complex and they were facing each other. Before the fight started they decided to do a little warm up, as rival werewolf packs do, and started chasing each other around.

The other pack had this one particular werewolf who was super fast, and his legs moved like Roadrunner’s. The fight never really start, because I woke up. Funny thing was, I was watching “Teen Wolf” last night and I told myself I was going to have a werewolf dream.

06/30/2015 - THE TWI’LEK COLONY

There was a Twi’lek colony near the beach. There was this area of the beach they couldn’t enter because it was sacred. Since I’m an asshole, apparently, I did enter the area. Of course, I got stuck in like quicksand or whatever and I needed help getting out of there.



Some of the Twi’leks didn’t want to help me. They talked it over for a second. Some did want to help me. The elders helped me getting out. I think I dreamed about that because of the sound of this app I’m using to help me lucid dream, I picked an ‘ocean sounds’ thing last night.

06/30/2015 - THE CAR/BATHROOM

Okay, this one involves poop. So if that grosses you out, get out now.

Seriously.

So the dream starts with me shitting myself in this car that had a toilet. However, the car, which of course was crowded, didn’t have toilet paper. So I had to put my pants back on without wiping myself.

I get out of the car and I’m in front of my friends’ building, but I was actually going home. LUCIANA, a colleague of mine, was with me. We went to my mother’s apartment, in the dream I had moved out recently. We were in my sister’s room and I made sure to point out that THAT wasn’t my room. Mine was a VERY manly.

I also remember thinking that I didn’t want Luciana to get the impression that I was hitting on her, so I was trying to be super respectful.

Then I find out there are more people in the apartment. My Godfather, my mom’s ex boyfriend from 15 years ago, some of my cousins. They were all sleeping in my mom’s bedroom, though my mother wasn’t there.

I talked to them for a while and then I woke up.

Lucid dreams three days in a row? No wais! ...this one kinda sucked though, and there was no dream guide activity like in the last two. So once again I found myself lucid in a random house, but this time I was able to open the door and go out onto the patio. It was one of those second floor patios with a staircase going down it. I got so excited when I was able to open the door and go outside, but then... I couldn't get off the friggin patio. Figures. It was like an invisible wall was over the railing and the stairs. But when I turned back around toward the house, there was suddenly a table and two chairs where there originally was nothing. I thought about it and said "Okay, I think I know how this works. This is gonna be a regular thing then." So I sat down in one of the chairs and did my pitiful-sounding callout... and nothing. There I was, sitting at the table all alone, with no Seru to break me out of my weird prison this time. Out past the patio I could see my brother out in the alley/hallway thing, and then I woke up. So it wasn't a very long lucid, but I woke up feeling put-out like I got stood up or something. I know dream guides don't always do what you want them to do, buuutttt... I don't know. It was probably because I was only lucid for a minute or so before I woke up, so there wasn't much time for him to show up. I really wanted to ask him WHY I was always locked in the house, that was my plan. Next time, I guess. A dream deferred and all that.

I went to a convention with Cory, in a hotel. There were a whole lot of people and booths and whatnot, and we went up to this one booth that was selling soft serve ice cream in little cups. Cory and I and some other con-goers were standing around in a circle, paying for ice cream cups, and when the lady selling them got to me, I paid her the same amount of money everyone else did. But she got pissed when I grabbed the medium-sized cup and told me I could only have a small... even though all those other douchebags got medium ones. So unfair. Cory gave me some of his, though.

I was sitting in a classroom with other students, but the teacher was gone on an errand, so he put in a video for us to watch. It was a video about something called 'extreme poufing' that involved using shower poufs like nunchucks. (...I still totally laugh when I think about it, ha.) And then the video went into some weird tirade about how to properly use shower poufs in Battle Royale or Hunger Games situations. ANYWAY. All of the other students thought it was the stupidest shit, but I loved it. When the teacher came back he asked us if we saw it and everyone ignored him but me, and I was showing off my 'extreme poufing' skills and kept shouting "Extreme poufing!" like super loud. So anyway, after that the class met again and the teacher was showing us stuff about nature. I was looking out over a cliff onto the forest below and it freaked me out because it made me dizzy. Then we saw a person walking a dog down in the forest, and apparently we were visiting the South because one of the students, this guy in his early 20s, got all freaked out and said something like "Holy shit, people own dogs in the South? There are dogs in the South?!" I told him yes and tried to explain, since I used to live in the South and also own a dog, but he kept looking at me like I was nuts and refused to believe me. Whatever, man.

Amy and I were walking through what looked like an old antique store, but it was actually my grandma's from my dad's side house. It was just arranged in aisles like some kind of store with stuff everywhere like a place on American Pickers. We passed through each aisle looking for something to buy, and I paused at the beginning of one aisle because I saw something I thought was cool. It was a little cast iron round table, like a child-size table, and a little cast iron chair with a round seat. In the middle of the table was a pole that stuck upwards and had an old-looking red white and blue flag on it. It wasn't a USA flag though, it looked like some kind of old quilt design. We kept walking and I started regretting not getting said table. When we got to the front of the store/house again, grandma if we wanted drinks and we said yes because we were super thirsty. Amy grabbed a water and I got a Sprite, but I choked on the Sprite a little. I started awake after that and still felt a choking feeling in my throat.

Hi everyone,

I have been wondering for some time now if many people could simply chose to dream something in the afternoon and when they go to bed actual dream it. If you can do this how specific of a dream can you chose to have and how much time did it take you to learn how to do this. can you do this whenever you desire or just on random nights. Thank you for your response!

Two women are speaking. One of them, the only human in this dream, has made a deal to trade places with someone. But it's being explained to her now that the person she's traded places with was fated to die at a certain age; they were to be what's referred to as the tithe to hell. That's now her job. At 24, she's already past that age.

The woman explaining this to her sounds amused at her situation, but she resents the tithe to hell itself - doesn't like having to submit to someplace else's authority. The human picks up on this resentment, and makes a suggestion. She believes that as a human, she can access the place they refer to as hell in a way that this woman can't; there's something stored there that allows that place to hold authority here. If she could reach it, there'd be no need for the tithe. It's unlikely to work, but still an intriguing offer.

Scene change. The human's standing at the back of a line passing through a small gate in a rock tunnel. The other people here are goblin-like creatures, and she's wearing the same type of clothes as theirs for a disguise, along with an eyepatch - the eyepatch is important because the people here all bear wounds proudly. Although the guard at the gate is familiar with most of the people passing through, talking like they're old friends, he apparently isn't bothered by a stranger's presence; he waves her through without a second look.

Listening to a song with the line, "I ran away from my vows."

I’m driving with my boss, driving a load of desktop computers to our next destination. For some reason my boss let me drive the van, even though I have no clue where I’m going. So when we get to an intersection, I don’t know which way to go. “Where am I going?” He says something, but the AC in the car is roaring too loudly for me to hear it. “What?” He doesn’t respond. I turn off the AC and ask again, but he still ignores me. I finally get to the intersection and drive straight, hoping for the best.

My boss finally scolds me, “You were supposed to turn right!”
“Well maybe I would’ve known that if you had spoken up!”

We get into a bit of a heated argument. I don’t see, however, that the road I’m on takes a sharp right and turns into an entrance ramp to the interstate. To the left of the turn is a deep chasm that looks almost bottomless. It’s pitch black at the bottom, despite the sunny day that should be lighting it up. I don’t have much time to react, so I turn the wheel sharply to the right. The left two tires of the van go over the edge, and it looks like the rest of the van isn’t going to stop in time. I suddenly have an intense fear that I’m going to die. My life flashes before my eyes (if that’s possible in a dream), and I start screaming in panic. Luckily, in some miraculous act that looked like messed up video game physics, my front right tire stays at the top of the cliff and pulls the rest of the van up back to safety.

I take a massive sigh of relief, while my boss continues to scold me for missing the turn, obviously not at all grateful to be alive. I was a little mad and confused myself. Where the heck is the guardrail? Why is there even a cliff in Florida? This seems weird enough to me that I quickly become lucid, but the scene is already disintegrating by this point, and I wake up in my bed. I try to DEILD back into the dream, but despite getting some strong vibrations, I can’t quite make it and decide to abort the attempt.

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I’m back at college, even though it takes place at my old high school building. The structure of my day is like it was back in high school - 8 periods of different classes with 4 minutes between each period. Basically the only thing collegiate about this dream is the difficulty of the classes.

The only class I remember well is this higher level Spanish class. My friend talked me into taking it because it’d be easy credits. I took two years of Spanish back in high school, so I figure it can’t be that hard. The teacher hands us our first homework assignment: a 30-page excerpt from an English novel that we have to completely translate into Spanish by the next class. I quickly skim the contents of the assignment; a lot of the words are quite large, and some I don’t even know the definitions of in English. I was wrong. So horribly wrong.

I turn to my friend who convinced me to sign up for this class. “I thought you said this was supposed to be easy!”
“It is. I can finish this in like 5 minutes.”
“What are you, half Mexican?”
“Ah, quiet down, you bebé grande.”

I stare blankly at my paper, hoping for some divine revelation to show me how to tackle this great feat. Looking around the classroom, I notice that all the students are using some big book that looks like an old White Pages directory to do their assignment. There’s one of these under my desk, so I pull it out to examine it. An English to Spanish dictionary, huh? I guess this will be pretty easy. I look back at the clock to see how much time I have left. It’s 11:30. Okay, this class gets out at 11:45, right? Wait no, today’s Friday, so classes get out at...

The bell rings. ...11:30… I start panicking again, since this class seems way too hard to struggle through for a whole semester. Wait, it’s still the first week of classes, I can drop the class without any penalty. But then my credit hours would drop too low, and I’d lose my scholarship. So I have to find another class to replace this one. But how am I gonna find a replacement class and fill out the paperwork before 5pm when the offices close? Luckily, I don’t have to make that decision, as I wake up first.

Buying a fan
I'm at Home Depot shopping for a new ceiling fan. I decide on what I want and go to find a cart. As I'm getting the cart, I see a guy I know who's also getting a cart. We greet each other but end up going to different places in the store. Now I have the fan box in my cart. The supporting hardware I need for it is upstairs, so I head towards an escalator.
Now I'm upstairs with the escalator at my back and electrical in front of me. The ceiling is probably 50 feet up, and the electrical hardware is hanging around two large columns. There's some automated mechanism to try out the fans, so I use it. Now my new fan is mounted at ceiling height between the columns, so I have to look straight up to see it. I realize that, even though I thought it was a three-bladed fan, it's actually a four-bladed fan with one blade missing. Also, the other blades are attached to the motor by some kind of swivel mount, so as the thing is rotating, it's wobbling all over the place. I find a rotary switch nearby and play with the speed of the fan, trying to get it into a stable configuration. I know I'm just wasting my time since I'll be putting this fan back and getting one without a missing blade, but it's a fun challenge.
Now I'm looking at the switches for sale. I see three that would fit my needs: a paddle switch with no ornamentation, a paddle switch with a kind of "bunch of grapes" design molded onto the top and bottom, and something else. I kind of like the grapes one.

Fragment
I'm in a motel room with Keira getting both of us ready to go to the beach while we wait for the rest of the family to get back from their outing.

I've just become lucid, not sure how, and I'm walking into a restaurant. Sadly, this does not remind me of the 5-star restaurant totm. For some reason I think that the totm is to perform a card trick on some DCs (guess I was remembering the magic show one from last month..). I walk through the front of the place, heading towards the back, and I see my friend J sitting alone at a round table. I am determined to stay lucid, so when she says hi I return it quickly and keep walking right on past. She has distracted me before. I reach the back of the room and there are many more DCs. The hum of conversation fills the air. 3 or 4 people are sitting around another round table laughing and playing cards. A very large deck of neat-looking cards are spread haphazardly in the middle of the table. I approach and stand to the right of the dealer, a red-headed character I'm not sure is male or female. He/she explains to the player across the table that the next card he/she deals will be an "anti-cabbage" or "no cabbage" card and that he should not worry. I decide that I'm gonna replace it with a cabbage card! Muahahahaaa.. So, the dealer shuffles a big chunk of the deck (most of it is still lying all over the table), holds it forward and prepares to hand the top card to the player. I hold up my two fingers in front of me as if I'm holding a card. I see nothing, but kind of feel something and have confidence that it will work. I quickly slide my invisible cabbage card under the dealer's fingers and watch as the player receives and looks at the card. His face registers shock and a bit of anger at the "lying" dealer. I laugh and run off. The front of the restaurant has become a grocery store and I'm navigating through the shelves. My lucidity and recall takes a downward turn and all I remember is someone is chasing me and I'm running away with a strange mix of excitement and fear.

Morning of July 1, 2015. Wednesday.



Notes: Ever since I was young, I found out (at least for me) that a fulfilling session of intimacy always brought me into the state of blissful sleep paralysis. In fact, sometimes this changeover was so immediate and primarily passive, I sometimes did not move into my long-acknowledged self-as-dream-maker role. I would almost always start to hear loud hypnagogic audio before the beginning of sleep paralysis (though not directly related to the state in my experience - though everyone seems different).

Imagine my immense surprise as I got older, when people wrote of hypnagogia as being a problematic “condition” (often regarding some sort of “disorder”) and almost always wrote of sleep paralysis as mostly a negative experience of “shadow people” or a dark presence (a load of nonsense in my case - I discovered that the shadow was my conscious mind becoming less-defined as I was then more into the dream state - the opposite of what most people seem to believe). No one could be more baffled than I am over the things I have seen in typical dream literature (especially idiotic “interpreter” sites), none of which has resonated with me throughout my life.

I mention this in somewhat of a prologue here, as I entered the first dreamscape this time at a passive level. (My first dream of the night is almost always vivid and lucid as I remain in a “carryover” self-as-dream-maker state. I do not usually document such dreams online, especially as they are often very similar and mostly without any plot or theme.) After fulfilling intimacy, I almost immediately heard an imaginary sound pulse as I remained on my back for a time (though I do not typically sleep all night on my back). It was three loud knocks (seemingly on a fictional “dream floor” I was lying on - or rather, a typical state of perceptual bilocation in this state), moving from my right to my left; that is, first knock on my right, second knock right “above” me, and third knock on my left. It does not surprise me at all that there is an actual superstition related to this. Of course, I do not buy it any more than the “shadow people” story. Save that for the people who believe in “dream dictionaries” and the syndicated Wishing Well newspaper feature.

In my dream, I and my family are living in a large unfamiliar house (though it also seems like a composite in afterthought - one which includes the Loomis Street house and my old Cubitis home). I am involved in sorting things out; mostly a large number of paperback books. For some reason, I have glued at least three paperback books to the otherwise featureless wall covering their back cover with glue and pressing them up. They remain just above my head, though the third one (farthest right) is slightly lower. They are all the same title but different editions. I clearly see the differences on each cover. Two of the covers show the heads and upper shoulders of two ship captains (one with a thick beard, one without) on each in a diagonal layout, but one cover of those two has an embossed tessellated flame design over mostly blue while the other cover is flat (though with otherwise mostly the same imagery), which distinguishes it from the other edition. The other book (first one from my left) looks of an older style of painted cover art (perhaps late 1960s) in mostly darker greens, blues, and grays, and displays a warship and a submarine underneath. I no longer recall the title, though. I know it had “captain and the” in it, possibly “The Submarine Captain and the Warship Captain”.

For several minutes, I think about what I am doing, wondering if the books will just eventually fall off the wall, the glue not being strong enough to hold over time. This does not happen though and I go into a dream within a dream - though only for a short time before returning to my main dream setting. In this one, I am at a book store seeking a particular edition of this title, asking if they have the “thirteenth edition” (my wife was born on a Friday the thirteenth - though I do not link this association in-dream), but then I realize that the book store owner may not have a clue which edition is which, especially in a secondhand store. I will likely have to do everything on my own, as usual. This is a rather strange reflection, as I have the mind of a passionate book collector in-dream, something I have never been in reality and could not care less about having several copies of the same title in different paperback editions. Even so, I am puzzled over my actions in both layers of my dream, though mainly the “why” of gluing the books on the wall in the first place. I cannot quite work out why I am doing this - especially in my vague concern about the longevity of the setup.

I am thinking that we should turn our house into a bookstore, though mostly using the porch for patrons. I think that I will mention this to Zsuzsanna and we can start running our bookstore as soon as possible.

I notice a young girl lying on the couch (opposite the wall where the books are glued). My youngest son is also there but slightly older than in reality. I sit down near them and “remember” that the girl is my daughter, though for some reason I cannot remember her name at all. I am thinking it may be something like Rebecca. I am vividly aware of small grains of sand on the couch, which has been opened out into a single bed that reminds me clearly of my couch/bed in Cubitis for a time (of the kind of couch where the back just drops down in contrast to the one we now have in reality that opens out into a larger bed from a compartment underneath). Even the texture and color looks like the one I had as a teen (for about two years or so).

Feeling quite strange over not remembering my own daughter’s name I begin to develop an idea on how to get it without being seen as uncaring. I ask her “What is it you like to be called?”. She calmly answers with “Belly”. Oddly enough, this fictional nickname is somewhat an unlikely form of my real daughter’s name (Isabelle) and strikes me as such (“returning” my memory) that my dream is fractured and I very slowly wake. However, I would hope that this is not the name she will use any more than “Izzy” (which I also do not personally care for that much, no offense to the Izzys of the world).

Epic! Wow what a night, 20 minutes of accumulated voice notes. Vivid, present, weird, somewhat sexy, too involved with the plot to get lucid

+ it's night, trying to find restaurant, only a Whole Foods is open, go in, talk with guy there, leave, see fancy Japanese restaurants, don't want, on bike, return, soldiers sitting at tables confront me outside, enter, I'm part of a two-man team of invincible military AI.

+ (epic!) night, urge to fly slowly up to observe shifting night-time perspectives, see rows of houses on hills, see old Mission, a force repels me from flying over cemetery and causes heart pain, fly through utility area, meet the inventor of the Commodore 64 and start conversation but he's busy, business renamed from "Big" to "Bigger", guy shows me new big exotic/erotic huge mall/bordello, enter, gay sex glitches the alien AI (room cold, like Italy), enter my room, "ding dong" to summon my girl, hang bag, cell phone glitched, wander massively long hallways on skates ("not allowed!"), enter and leave store, see sports store 2nd level, cant find room, leave to parking lot, encounter 2 girls from bordello, they talk to me and multiply into crowd of about 10, founder talks about girl allocation algorithm

+(f) see my mother

+ "tennis" match with older woman, racquet selection, she double faults, I'm ahead 3-0, I ask how many games per set repeatedly but she never answers

+ chocolate chip cookies for the homeless kids floating on the lake, covered pond building where nothing will grow, that's ok, start the plants elsewhere then transplant them here.

+ food counter with girlfriend and a guy friend, she eats my shrimp, huge tasty looking ribbon of omelet laced with salami, eating with fingers with friends, leave, return, skipping /sliding on pavement I'm cheating by levitating, kiss her hand and hold it, back inside she's sad because the staff wouldn't give her toilet paper, guy friend cracks a joke.

+ walking down crowded bleachers, women and daughters geared for event, walk along front of bleachers to another group with female leader, I climb stairs and see tons of guitars, must be guitar playing clinic, I plan to sneak back and crash the classes, see apAnthony Soprano Jr. With lining-bolt shaped guitar, invite him to crash the class with me but he says I'm way better than him I disagree

I was hanging out with Dreamer when I noticed that there were strange patches of hairs on my legs. Dreamer was on her phone but I was a bit worried about these patches so I asked her if she would have a look at them for me. Upon closer inspection, the patches looked like cauliflower and broccoli. I tried pulling them out and they we deeply rooted, all the way to the bone. Chunks of flesh and skin came out with the roots of the vegetables. The more I pulled out, the more vegetables there were. I thought to myself, this is getting to be a pretty common dream sign.

After awhile there was a huge gaping wound about the size of my forearm that was filled with vegetable soup. I poured the liquid out and there were more vegetables still. I then thought to myself, "Ohhhhh this is a dream sign because this is a dream."

I took Dreamer in my arms and started to walk outside. The door to get outside was locked, I felt for a key and turned it in the keyhole. The door opened and I walked outside. I began to fly with Dreamer while trying to remember the new tasks. I felt very insecure about my abilities and so I said, "I am calm, I am powerful, I am stable."

I fell to the ground immediately and couldn't fly anymore. I started to panic and then I woke up soon after.

Stayed still, waited to deild.

The next dream started with me being in a car with my dad and Dreamer. My dad was trying to park but he was having trouble with the strange australian parking rules.

Some pretty lady walked up to the car and asked us to roll down the window. I rolled mine down. She asked us to hand over any vegetables or fruits that we had. I handed her a bag filled with vegetables and started to explain how they came from my body. She looked unphased and threw them in the trash. My phone made a loud noise and woke both Dreamer and me up.

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

Dream - parrot and cat
I'm in school, though it looks like my university building (19th century, really majestic as fuck, dark wood and nothing concrete, huge building), and I'm talking to my friend Olly in the hallways. I see something that says '9th of July' and absolutely just go into panic mode... My presentation is on the 10th so I was like "no way! It can't be! it has to be wrong!" turns out it was the 7th of July which is still wrong but it made me feel a bit better. Then I spotted a parrot inside and wondered "why is a parrot inside"... Me and Olly approached it and I told him how my neighbour used to have a parrot just like that one. We decide to take it outside, along with a black cat that had appeared. I carried the parrot and Olly carried the cat, Olly isn't the biggest fan of cats either . We open the doors to go outside and I throw the parrot into the air, it flutters its wings and flies away while the cat just walks off, Olly has a look of disgust on his face and wipes his hands on his shirt. I notice that the bird pooped on me too a bit on my arm and on my shirt but I wasn't too bothered. Me and Olly then went back inside and walked up a few flights of stairs, kind of just wandering around I guess. We end up on the top floor and discover that there's a martial arts class going on, there's a bunch of people swinging 'no dachi' swords around in practice and they're dressed up in black japanese garbs. I think I boasted that I was really good at using these swords and attempted to duel someone, but I woke up around this point too and it's all a bit blurry.

I went to take me wild nap around 7:50 o'clock and I got all relaxed and comfortable and placed my elbow over my eyes as a anchor (using BillyBobs wild guide) and to keep my eyes for fluttering open.. they just wont stay closed! After about 10 minutes I see patterns then a white patterned thing with circles in it (hard to describe sorry) and got excited for a moment and calmed down. It continued for a bit longer and then just darkness. The usually deep greenish and blue patterns are gone and I wonder if it worked. I open my eyes to see if it was a false awakening I went to do reality checks and I didn't make it into my dream unfortunately .