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Morning of June 12, 2015. Friday.



I had been posting on a particular dream journal site in real life (and many will know instantly what I am referring to) that has come to have what I “affectionately” refer to as the “raining tilde” glitch (see image). Being that my main dream journal has been on tumblr, I did not focus on how to “fix” this facet of my life experience on another site as it was not really that bothersome. However, once an entity steps in (or whatever “version” of my wife exists on “higher planes”), I can do or “solve” anything I choose, depending on whether I accept the nature of Yin and accept that I am Yang. Real or not, the evidence always speaks for itself whether or not the rest of humanity is remotely aware of it (and typically…no).

While being frustrated at the neatness of an entry in a typical fashion, it suddenly dawns on me that the “magic” (or whatever it is that “made” me in my Yang persona) is always available to me as it has always been. (I did after all marry my dream girl, with countless validations and proof it was what I thought it was since just prior to my birth. It means nothing that humanity is not capable of believing or even seeing at that level.)

A version of Yin sends the Blue Pearl event and I realize I should get to work enhancing my journal on a particular site - because any real effort requires focus. Stupidly (regarding only on the human level rather than omniscient - as omniscience is usually too overwhelming for me, almost like a tidal wave quickly going out and flowing too quickly back), I “solve” the “raining tilde” glitch (again, with the partial guidance of a younger version of Yin) but only partially. I end up editing (making my edited post mostly blank) and filling out all possible tags as quickly as possible with the word “test” (followed by a number) on a large number of recent entries, so it forces out the “raining tilde”, and then I repost the complete entry. I feel quite stupid for not taking care of this long ago and realize it will probably take a few weeks in a few longer sessions to do this (although relating to my extreme typing speed, it is not really bothersome). That is only because I suddenly realized the potential for a more uniform neatness in the particular online journal and would even donate (monetarily) to the site if such a need arises.

Yin tells me that the “raining tilde” glitch was placed in this universe to “test” me, in a metaphorical “rain on my parade” tease (or imposing on my writing - even thinking - in a playful way - which may be a partial association with another dream of this day about pushing the trucks out of our yard) - a metaphor I was familiar with in my youth, and which is somewhat amusing.

I look back and realize that my “Rocket Science” dream featured what was reminiscent of a tilde (although I do not think that is what the fluttering and descending staircase-shaped paper represented). Then there was the dream of the giant derby that rained over the ocean. These ideas are dominant for a time, but only loosely associated with the tilde problem.

After thinking I can at least eventually fix up my journal, Yin slaps me upside the head (which seems to mean that she is wondering why I am editing the entire entry each time) and winks twice. I do not get this, but I do eventually understand there is a game-like nature to eliminating the irritating and completely irrelevant word cloud (word “cloud” apparently being another play on raining in the sense of being annoying - although real rain, I enjoy). Also, I then see how to prevent the pointless and random dream dictionary tags from appearing on my page (because so-called dream dictionaries are a serious offense against any thinking dream worker or any conscious person in general).

Finally, I realize that Yin is referring to two semicolons with her two winks (as used in an Internet emoticon). I then tag with two semicolons and see that I now have the option of closing the repeat occurrence of it - since it actually makes the “raining tilde” glitch - which makes me feel very eerie (even “otherworldly”) in the confirmation (I originally thought it was impossible, as it was not even a real typeable character and acted more as a graphic glitch since it could not be copied as text), which eliminates the original glitch as well (as does all repeating of irrelevant word cloud instances and often completely unrelated “dream dictionary” links). In other words, I now know how the “raining tilde” glitch is mimicked for quick erasure (as well as saving a significant amount of onsite bandwidth over time - due to the impossibly long repeated link sequence that is rendered even if not clicked on). This means that the entity solved three problems at the same time on several levels. How amusing and quaint. Better late than never.

Morning of June 12, 2015. Friday.



In this dream I seem to be living in a skewed version of my childhood home in Cubitis yet again. However, the neighbors are seemingly all different and it seems to be in present time. The time throughout at least the first two parts of my dream is at night, perhaps around nine o'clock. I am with Zsuzsanna as we are now for the most part. To the south live another married couple, I think, and they own two cars, which for some reason are parked in the southwest section of our lawn, the back of the cars right near our windows, both cars facing south. This annoys me, but that is not the worst of it.

Just outside our windows, in our big front yard, is a large vehicle which mainly resembles a container truck. There is an additional truck which also seems to relate to an industrial or commercial venue; some sort of semi-trailer cab or utility vehicle though it reminds me of a Matchbox pipe-carrying truck I had as a child. One truck is parked facing south and the other facing east, parked in our driveway. I am very annoyed at why people would park like this in our yard. I start yelling at one point, at no one in particular, though the unknown female in the other house looks through their northwest window and says that the trucks are not theirs. Although I am annoyed by the cars parked in our yard, I say that the trucks are far more annoying to have parked right next to our windows. Both trucks look like they might be from the early 1970s or earlier. I am not sure where the drivers are.

I decide to go out and do something about the situation. Somehow (without any implied special powers) I am easily able to move the truck manually by pulling on the front bumper and it rolls to be perpendicular to where it was and now faces east towards our house. I give it a shove, and it rolls backward across our entire large front yard, goes across the highway, and stops on the other side near Kenny and Karen’s old house. The other truck, I do the same with, as I doubt anyone would know what happened or what I was capable of and I feel very good and assertive in doing this. I push it with slightly more effort and it goes a bit too fast and nosily flips over while crossing over the small culvert and lands on mostly its side, though partly leaning on the first truck. I feel a sense of pleasure and wish I could see the reaction of the drivers who had the audacity to park in our yard. An unknown neighbor mentions something about it and I make a claim of how they were so easy to move as such due to them being on wheels.

Later, my dream shifts slightly, and my wife and I are on a large bed at the end of our driveway, head of the bed to the south and adjacent longways to the highway. We are starting to make love. A group of people are walking south down the highway, all somewhat drunk. One mildly intoxicated male stops near our bed and holds his beer bottle on it (near my head) as if it were a counter. I start calling him numerous extreme curse words and ask him if he thinks this is a public place (which it is not, as we are technically in our driveway). As I am yelling, my dream shifts again, though I have a residual confusion about why I would have the bed outside and especially right off the highway. It seems related to just having augmented boldness.

This time, there was a “fictional three daughters” carryover from a recent dream. However, this time the fictional three daughters belong to my wife’s sister Judy - though I get the impression they are recently adopted, though they have a somewhat Middle-Eastern appearance. For some reason, Judy is rolling her eyes to where the pupils and irises almost vanish (and only white is left showing) and I comment on this in a humorous tone, saying something about her trying to see her own forehead or something similar.

My dream fades when we are all in the kitchen and there is something involving both the preparation of food and something about working with some sort of educational craft. I get the impression I had been eating too much of something from the refrigerator’s freezer but cannot recall what it was; possibly some sort of weird fictional food item, though I also take some Salami sticks out to eat from the refrigerator section after this.

I woke up at prescisely 3:00am. I scribbled down some notes pertaining to this dream and tried to get back to sleep, but just could not. I haven't had a good LD in a couple weeks now.

I recall arriving in the dream scene already partially lucid. I was flying down the hallway of my old high school. Though the way I was flying was sort of funny. I was flying as if I were laying down on my stomach and my arms were straight down into fists projecting my fire jets. The flames were also humorously small, about an inch or two tall.

I was hovering along at an almost humorously slow speed avoiding people in the hallway.

I remember wanting to go into the bathroom and make some appearance changes. I was planning on doing a sex change since I haven't had much of a chance to do so lately, but I couldn't decide if I wanted to go in the boys bathroom or the girls bathroom. I decided upon the boys room.

The bathroom was absolutely disgusting when I got in there. There were four or five guys waiting in line for one urinal, the only toilet in the room, and there were a couple of sinks. The walls and floor were covered in dirt (at least I hope that was dirt...) and the whole room was dimly lit.

What I saw in the mirror was not a pretty sight either. I looked pale, wrinkled, I had long blonde hair. (Okay, weird). I was wearing a pit-stained tank top and ripped up old jeans. My eyes were a dull grayish brown. There was something in my mouth that I could only describe as a paper straw wrapper, but I guess it was supposed to be meth or something. It was also soaked about halfway up from blood.

"Okay, the dream is sending a message here. It's not one that I like, but it's a message."

I had to get rid of the straw wrapper drugs or whatever that thing was first so I spit that out. I figured it was my braces causing trouble again that's why It was bloody. (Yeah I actually have braces IWL... I had my last adjustment two days ago and it hurts like heck. I get them off at the beginning of July.) I just spit out my braces too and ran my tongue across my smooth teeth. Oh, how I missed that feeling.

I began adjusting myself as I have done several times before.

"Skin tone needs to be darker... whoops... too dark... Hair... Eyes..."

As this is going on I do a couple nose-pinch reality checks and feel the sink I am leaning over just to keep the dream stable.

I get myself roughly to where I want to be. Weirdly enough my eyes are not mismatched, something the dream usually does on its own no matter what form I take. I also couldn't get the outfit to change out. I was stuck with the pit-stained top and ripped jeans.

I remember seeing and focusing in on this DC who had walked in. She was a tall girl with long hair dyed blue and blue lipstick and goth/punk combination outfit and came to the sink. I remember a studded collar around her neck. She looked over at me with the oddest expression of both superiority and jealousy. Maybe it's some secret girl language I don't know yet. Regardless, I liked her dyed hair and remembered that I used to have my hair dyed in dreams. I copied over some into highlights.

The last two male DCs in line for the urinal looked a little bit like Jack and Jonathan, though it wasn't really them. I was sensing no energy from them. Just random look-alikes I guess. They seemed somewhat confused as to why a boy had changed into a girl in the boys bathroom, and why a second girl had just walked in. Regardless, dream characters like this have this duty to be a-holes, and they started taunting me and sending some insults my way for being a girl in the boy's bathroom.

I spit a stream blood onto the floor, both to intimidate them and alleviate the annoying feeling still present in my mouth for good. Instead, they said something sexual about the blood that I can't recall. I picked the two of them up, each with one arm, and told them that they had one more chance to stop acting like this and keep to themselves. It scared them into good behavior and I walked out. The dyed hair girl then started taunting them.

When I got out, I was surprised to see that the dream had actually stayed consistent. The school hallway was almost exactly as I had remembered it. The only odd thing was that my parents were both sitting on a sofa in the middle of the hallway watching TV. I looked to see what they were watching and it was just static. They both had zombified expressions as though their brains had turned to mush. In fact, they kind of looked like zombies. I recognized this as another message the dream was sending me.

Manei appeared looking pretty blurry, until she got close and I realized that she was only about six inches tall and was floating in the air. She said something about how this was a different kind of lucid dream than what I usually experienced, where the dream characters were no longer connected to my mind, and therefore I could not take control of their minds or actions, and I could also not sense the energy of dream characters. (Odd, because I could still sense her energy, though it was not overwhelming as it usually was.)

I can't remember the full explanation of what the rules of this new kind of lucid dream was, but I know that it traded the ability to control dream characters and the environment with as much power with vastly increased stability and lucidity. (Such as environments that you could leave and re-enter with little change.) The best part is that the powers that you did retain, the ones you were most familiar with and used stabilized along with the reality making them more reliable. Same goes for your appearance.

The way she explained it was weird. Kind of in that thought-language she often uses. Best I can describe it that it was sort of like an RPG video game where you only have so many skill points that you can assign, so you might have someone who is really good at dream control but has a lot of trouble getting lucid. In other words, it's nearly impossible to be a master of everything at once. So what she had decided to try was like doing a re-spec of my character taking some power from dream control and putting it into lucidity and stability. She said that she was worried that I wouldn't like it. I told her I was happy with it and wished she had done it sooner.

She changed to normal size. We grabbed each others hands and spun around at arms length to change the dream scene. She really seemed to enjoy this and was laughing the entire time. We arrived on a street in a very well-to-do neighborhood. It looked like it was Halloween night because of the decorations, but nobody was out trick or treating.

I remember asking about what costume I should wear, and being told I should be Minecraft Steve. We then got pumpkin pails and I started running toward the first house. I looked back and saw Manei falling behind. I stopped.

"Jade, slow down! You run much faster than when we met."

I lost the dream and woke up.

So, with this transition, I should become lucid more often at the cost of dream control, something I am fine with. I don't need high-octane dream control unless I'm doing advanced/bonus TOTMS. My usual powers should suffice for accomplishing all the goals that I have at hand.

12.06.2015

Soccer, UFOs and more soccer (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Been extremely busy doing many new improvements in my business and other personal stuff. Finished yesterday and already worked back on dreams Did the basic task here.

I was in some place and there was a soccer goal and I told myself why not doing some keeper training. Someone started to shot some penalty kicks and other type of chuts and I was doing pretty well, blocking all the soccerballs from hitting the goal. I felt happy and suddenly, a couple small kids spawned and started to throw soccerballs at me as well. I stopped them all.

After a while doing this, some random soccer players came and started to throw a massive amount of soccer balls, but I think I blocked them all as well. One of them told me that they were going to come tomorrow and use additional balls such as baseballs, footballs, tennisballs, and more... I was wondering that it was such a crazy challenge.

This turned me lucid, but I was enjoying very much my dream, so I kind of said, "Alright, I will just spawn some goal keeper gloves to be able to have better control of my skills." However, I failed. I tried to do it a few times, but when I looked to my hands, I had no gloves on. My hands and fingers changed almost every time I looked at them, just hopping for some gloves. I went outside and I saw a tree and remembered the basic task.

I climbed the tree (hopping to find some gloves) but no gloves. I saw my surroundings. It was a busy city in terms of buildings and lights, but it was silent. I also saw the sky. It was night and it was beautiful. I felt like taking a flight, but wanted to do the soccer thing. However, I saw a few clouds with the shapes of UFOs, some of them where amazing. The UFOs were real, as they had lights and everything, but they were made out of clouds. I decided to fly to one of the UFOs but as I approached at it, it vanished.

I decided to land and look for my gloves. I saw two female characters who appeared to be attracted to me, as they were staring at me in a sexy stance. I approached at them and said, "Do you have my goalkeeper gloves?" One of them said, "Yes, here:" She spawned some gloves similar to these:







I put my gloves on, but it was super hard to puy them on. I lost lucidity at some point, and after a while, I was able to get my gloves on, but now I was in the car, my wife was driving and we were in one of the north San Diego neighborhoods. I saw Gianluigi Buffon moving in a huge house:







I told my wife to stop as I wanted to meet him. We got inside the house and it was under construction still. I was hopping to meet Buffon so he could sign my gloves. I figured that since the gloves were dream-gloves I wouldn't need to return them and if I held tight to them, I could take them out from the dream world to the waking word. We got inside the main lobby of the house and I saw a TV in the distance showing The Simpsons. I was waiting for meet with Buffon until my wife woke me up.

6.11.15

afternoon sleep 3 pm - 6pm

Woke up from a dream with OpheliaBlue. I said yeeey, recalled it and fell asleep again. Now all I remember is that we were standing side by side, doing something, like cooking or fixing.

Ok, so I had some scattered recall. I remember certain aspects of several different dreams I had last night.

First one was set in some sort of fictional fantasy type setting. It involved some type of powerful entity that was contained within an insect. I remember it kind of like Dumbledore from Harry Potter in the body of bee. I remember taking this bee to somewhere far away in the land in order to kill somebody? (maybe somebody evil). But the bee was dropped through mishandeling by someone else, and the bee died. I remember two girls I think, listing out pros/cons of the spirits in the insects??

Next scene, I'm in some classroom with a full class and a teacher and everything. There are some hot girls in my class and for some reason a main topic of interest in the class at the time, was a picture of these hot girls in the class twerking on some plane/jet or something?? I know, this sounds weird lol. My friend Nick was in the class with me, as well as his girlfriend who was sitting in the back corner of the classroom. I remember getting a couple of papers back with hard to read grades on them, but I think I got a 90 and a 94. I remember later meeting up with a boy, who I thought of as my brother in the dream (this was not my brother in real life), and we met up with my dream brother's friend. My dream brother typed some weird hacker stuff on the other guy's computer to set him back?? They were both hacker guys?? It was weird

Next scene, I think this took place in some type of theater. There was a performance on a stage. Usher, Kanye West, and a sonic/mario hybrid dancing on a stage. pretty sick moves..

Also, I thought that was recordining my dreams on my voice recorder on my phone several different times, but I was really asleep. This was when I was attempting to wake up, but was still dozing off in bed.

Lucid Nonlucid Notes

Before I begin, I'd like to announce 2 things:

1. Due to a spotted consistency of lucids I have, I have ridded of the TOTNLD, TOTW, and TOTM and replaced them with simply "Tasks".
2. Starting June 30, animated dreams are back! My shorter dreams and more interesting long ones will be animated, the animation posted in the journal!

And that's about it. Now, let's get into the dream.


The first thing I recall was being in class, although my teacher was walking around the front of the room switching between wordlessness and saying random nonsense phrases. Due to the strangeness of this, I became lucid without having to perform a reality check. At first not thinking about my tasks, I decided to just go all out, picking up other students' desks and throwing them at amazing speed at him (I don't hate my teacher, I was just having fun). He did not seem scared, but rather confused as he barely managed to dodge my attacks. I noticed a huge table on the side of the classroom which seemed to have grown, and picked up and threw it at him almost effortlessly, hitting him and knocking him into a bloodless unconsciousness in the back of the room, most of my classmates slightly injured, and all of them in shock. At this point, the dream faded, although I instantly became lucid (albeit unclearly) when I next found myself in my house. This time, I decided to do some normally impossible parkour, moving at lightning fast speeds and destroying parts of my house in the process. I raced past my father and crashed through the door, although it was no longer obliterated when I looked back. Calming down and remembering my task, I realized that the dream was fading and got right on it. I stepped onto a very large plot of mulch outside of my house and to try to improve clarity focused on how it felt, not realizing until after stopping this focus that I was barefoot and was in nothing more than a t-shirt and some underpants. The mulch was quite dense and very dry, and the feel of the wood chips and dry soil felt almost real. At this point the dream was clearly fading so I went right onto the second part of my first task, trying to summon clothes instead of wasting the time to go put some on. I tried this once, but forgot it in order to complete the task when it didn't work. While walking up to a tree, I felt a very sharp (but light) pain in my right foot, accompanied by an unknown voice screaming "OH MY GOD!" as this happened. As I assumed that this had meant that a wood chip was stuck in my toe, I continued walking without looking down, as at this point the shock of seeing blood would wake me up. I reached the tree, hugged it, and closed my eyes as I tried to lift it, but failed. I noticed that my hands would not fit around the tree fully, so I moved them down to a thinner part of the tree to get a better grip. I repeated and felt that it had worked, but I opened my eyes to find the tree still there. Suddenly, I saw a strange distorted view of myself from the outside accompanied by a sound, and in shock lost lucidity although surprisingly stayed in the dream for a bit. After this, I was stuck in a position of my hands behind my back touching the tree and me facing the opposite way and my view was stuck to a profile view of me and the tree. A DC walked up to me (possibly the one that had screamed earlier) and the dream faded.

Task 1: Develop better clarity, lift a tree.
Task 2: Punch out someone with my bare fist without shutting my eyes.
Task 3: Destroy a large structure with my bare hands.
TOTY: Cause (didn't even realize until now that I did this!) and stop a crime using supernatural powers.

The Beat Up House
I'm taken to a house that's been mistreated. Some of the house has been ripped off. I walk inside and see the family that's inside. The inside looks decent, definitely doesn't look like the outside. Majority of the people are female. I think a couple of them find me attractive.

I'm now in an open area, and I think I'm trying to get the attention of one of the females.

Dream Fragment
I notice that my dog REX has pee'd on the end of my bed.

Indian Man Fails Driving Test
At home and some Indian kid is doing a license test. He fails. Think Dave is with me and said its hard to pass. I get back from eddy and Germaine I think, and I'm told that the Indian bloke had hit my car (xr6). I get home and check a computer that has stats from me. I tell the fellas I'm checking mine first, then I'll check Indians. Think the car was inside near robs room.

Dream fragment
I can see the layers of dirt on my face. I scrape it off with a card. There's a lot of dirt coming off of my face. Brother sees me doing in this.

Morning of June 11, 2015. Thursday.



This is a somewhat typical bus-riding dream in which my dream-self mostly remains passive and observant. Such dreams have occurred since early childhood with mostly the same features, but often with a singularly odd (often impossible) event. There is never a point where I get off the bus in most versions of this dream situation (although I sometimes seem to automatically shift or teleport to a different bus, or a different driver comes in). In this version I am vaguely aware of my present family status and the bus seems fairly crowded.

As usual, I have no idea where I am going, though also as usual, this issue is not mentally addressed (at least strongly) by my dream-self - I have a very nonchalant attitude considering I have no idea where I am or where the bus driver is headed. It seems the bus is just going around in a non-established route for the most part, though this does not seem problematic to any of the other passengers. It seems to be early afternoon and taking place mainly in a more commercial area of a larger city (such as either Brisbane in Australia or La Crosse, Madison, or Milwaukee in America, though I am not sure which - however, the bus driver is on the left from the passenger’s perspective so I should assume it is taking place in America, I suppose).

At one point, the bus driver apparently sees potential passengers that he had missed picking up on the other side of an intersection after he has turned a corner. The bus soon somehow effortlessly moves sideways (as if all the wheels rotated ninety degrees) and it travels as such to the other side of the wide street and stops near a traffic light for the other people to get on. This does not strike me as overwhelmingly odd (or in fact impossible), only slightly unusual and unexpected, but my dream begins to fade around this point.

Did lots of incubation tonight before my day off tomorrow!
Lucid right now. I am dreaming mind now. Going tothe rainbow to taste the rainbow.
I am dreaming right now I am dreaming right now.

My mantra is I am lucid. I am in a dream I am lucid. I am in a dream.
Then I go flying off to experience the taste of rainbow - I am happy and showing it and lucid.
Then when I have seen myself accomplish this I see a tree in the distance and I decided to go and climb the tree that I can complete task number two and climb up a tree and see a wonderful view and marvel at the view. And I rejoice that I have been able to do my tasks have been aware my dream then at the end I do a reality check and then I do a reality check real life.
My mantra ;

Again I am lucid I am in a dream. I am lucid I am in a dream. To this throughout the day and before bed but definitely throughout the day with reality checks.


Children playing around, making food, enjoying ourselves
Approximately 7:30 AM Sunday 31st of May
I did not meditate this morning but I stayed in bed to carry on dreams. I asked myself what am I doing wrong I have no lucid dreams? I asked myself is it my perception? Or maybe my self awareness? At this point I began to say my mantraI turned onto my side and experimented with the way that I said the mantra . Sometimes I said it as if I was saying to somebody. The next very quietly into myself ... the more I did this send the mantra quietly into myself the more I had experience which was out of this world.

For some reason I decided to stick with the mantra
I am in a dream
I am in a dream.
As I whispered this mantra to myself everything began to change.The H .I .was beginning to get strong so I decided to take notice of it. I remembered that one lady had said when you have a strong H.I then pick A particular point within it and say
I am there.

Then she said you should be drawn to that point. That is exactly what happened I picked to the point and then I began to be drawn to that point it was like a surge of electricity catapulting me towards that point. As I moved towards PowerPoint Indian music began to play very loudly and very clearly I almost reached that very point where I do believe the dream was beginning. However unfortunately I experimented with that surge of electricity and told myself gently back out hoping that I would be able to go back again - It was because this feeling was so unusual had never felt before the weekend to play with and file. Later I have been told by friends that I you could've almost experienced full blown wild.!

The time is 7.09 AM Monday, 1 June.

I did wake back to bed however I was a little emotional and so could not focus properly.
I did have two experience is very similar to yesterday's wild attempt. There were two times I've reached place but did not quite - one time I did actually reach a place that was pitch black and I knew I was in the dream.
I screamed out into the darkness

to "George, mum - help me. You are the only ones that can help me! "

I called out again very very loudly and to begin back into my senses in my bed. But I definitely was in the dream and very aware of it so it was a lucid dream.

Cool Basic task 1
Tonight I had a main and a mini - lucid dreams- yippee
In the first LD I remembered that I wanted to go to taste the rainbow, so I flew up into the sky and imagined myself flying towards a rainbow - the rainbow was there - "there is the beautiful rainbow I want to taste "I said.
However the rainbow was really not all that beautiful and it was quite hard to imagine - sure it was kind of black and white, not in colour ;(however it was my rainbow that I imagine at that time ...I flew towards it and flew through it. I opened my mouth as I flew through it so that I could taste the rainbow. It is not taste of Much that I remember it was black and white taste perhaps -lol- lucidity was low but I was still aware that I was in my dream. I went on to complete the second task now basic task to climb a tree see the view.I went flying to a close by tree "there is a tree that I will climb and see a beautiful view, space and complete my task" I said. I then woke up.
So I guess this means I completed the first basic task of the month even though it is quite low lucidity effort - still happy

I'm coming out of a mine with a box a man gave me. Sitting down at a table across from a woman I know who's eating lunch, I open up the box and we have a look at the books inside. There's a two-volume set on healing magic that catches my attention; I've seen the first one before but the second is completely new to me, I'm very pleased. The woman asks me for a demonstration, and I laugh, saying I've barely got any understanding of it - it's not something you can learn from books, they're just for pointing you in the right direction, it takes time and work to actually put into practice. She's disappointed and leaves. As I look through the book, I call up a blue healing light that plays around my hand. Reading, the book is saying that it's impossible to progress further without "the Lady's smile."

I see an image of said Lady, a woman in a void. She's aware of my attention, though her eyes don't focus on me; she talks as if this is a visit from an old friend, sounding surprised and pleased, saying that I've come earlier this week than expected, and calls me by a name that starts "Shari-" But she cuts off partway through that name, and gives the impression of focusing on me, though still not with her eyes. She says then, "Isfael? Is that you?"

The observer side of me splits off, recognizing that this Lady and Shari-whoever are figures that often appear in stories together under various identities. When she correctly called me Isfael, I realized that Isfael is one of those identities, a specific young version of Shari-whoever without knowledge of his older self.

I closed my eyes and slowly started hearing voices of people i know while seeing a scene of myself on the bed and transparent figures talking to each other in the room.I than woke myself up which was a bit hard since i was paralyzed. But than I decided to just go back into the dream which i did. I couldn't move again and heard voices and felt people in the room that were there before. After that I believe I lay there and waited till another scene came.

The next scene I was non lucid inside a school for kids. I was walking the girls with another teacher to a auditorium. We made it to the stairs where the girls found a hole to the next bottom stairs. We had to go down so they mentioned how they wanted to go through and just did it. I didn't think it was such a good choice but i felt there was no other way down. After that I think the hole was bigger or i went around and managed to meet with the girls. We all went to an auditorium filled with party things and other teachers. I leaped onto a platform or table and noticed a star hanging on the side of a desk. It was a big yellow star that looked cute.

But the teacher who hanged it mentioned how it looked awful. When I looked back at it it was wrinkly and not bright yellow anymore. More like a mucky yellow. I told her that it looked great and not to worry about it. After that the dream shifted i think.

Anyways at a point I realized i was dreaming and started flying around the sky. An explosion occurred in the sky though and characters began shouting like they were having fun. I flew out the explosion with my arms in front of me and made myself have pink energy all around. I was looking at myself from a far view perspective until it got back to normal. I than thought about how i wanted someone who i was familiar with in the dream to rescue me. I thought about bringing Dawn inside the dream as I was flying.

Than I think that is when he or someone else came. It was a familiar feeling but i couldn't see them. The person was transparent although obviously a guy because of his voice. I held onto the person as we were flying and he started showing me a scene unfolding of stars that rotated than flashed a light in a night sky. I told him I've never seen stars that moved like that but it looked cool. He said he liked it too. Than he showed me the scenery with small pictures of cartoon people around happy and in positions where they look like their doing different things. Than I saw lots of pretty colors and patterns as he was flying me.

That's when I noticed he looked like he had the pattern of colorful sky clouds(Have a blanket like that for my birds) and he was somewhat shaped like a pillow but more oval on the top. I had my knees on the pillow and held his pillow shoulders. I don't know if you can imagine that though but think of it as if your pretending you have a pillow car. Anyways I asked what kind of being he was when i saw that and than we arrived at my parents bedroom.I hugged him to try and get a feel of who he was and he changed his form from pillow to transparency.

I asked him again who he was than the scene shifted and i saw my parents bedroom how it looked when the room was in full and not split. I couldn't see myself but he was showing me the room saying we were friends that played here a long time ago. I than noticed a transparent person appearing in the room. Except they looked like they were on the floor trying to fix something. I tried to wake myself up because he started showing me things like a few creepy dream characters i met before. I ended up paralyzed on my bed and told him to stop taking control. But he ended up showing me a picture frame with white curve lines around the rectangular frame. There were tiny chibi looking kids around the pic. Than he made me put the piece of a tiny little boy chibi person to complete the puzzle on the picture.

I got a feeling that I wanted to do that but wanted to wake up even more. I than reappeared on the bed and heard a t.v. on. I also felt my dad was in the next room. I tried getting up but could only open one eye.I felt that maybe the scene was really happening now but than i reappeared on the bed.After i waited for a bit I manged to get out the dream by thought and woke up.

EDIT: It had to be Dawn. P

First dream - nightmare

I was in school. I was in the classroom, sitting in front of the teacher - a bald man with mustache. There were other students in the classroom. I asked if I can go to the toilet, he agreed so I went out of the classroom. I was alone at the corridor, heading towards the toilet.

When I opened the door, I saw that the lights were on, but as I made one step they turned off. I closed the door and opened them again, and the situation was the same. Then I think "Is this school haunted?" Suddenly a DC janitor appears. A brunette woman in janitor suit, with glasses. She tells "This school is haunted." and goes away. She said it, like it was obvious to everyone.

I thought "Even if there's hell inside, I'll do this!" I entered the dark toilet. As I started to pee, suddenly red light started to flicker, walls and floor tiles started to crack. School trembled and the walls bleed. I finished my thing and went back to the classroom. I looked at the clock and saw that it was late evening, but then I looked at the clock again, and saw that I should go to take a bus back home.

I went to the cloakroom. There were some girls taking their stuff and going out. I came closer to my locker. It had padlock made of rolled paper. I opened it, and saw that I have loads of old, useless junk in my locker. I couldn't find my shoes. I took all the stuff and went out to a car. I looked at the driver. He was wearing gray hoodie, and he wasn't looking at the road. However, he was a great drver.

Second dream

I was on a backstage of a circus. Someone was talking about the place. He started from talking about clowns working there - batman, a clown with black, fake mustache in bat suit; crabman, a clown with blonde mustache in crab suit; and spiderman, a clown with brown mustache in spider suit. They were running around like crazy. There were huge crowds cheering from the tribunes.

Then he told about a murder bug "Whomever may touch it, may he rest in peace.". A sad and frightening melody played in the background as he said about the bug. Then a dude looking like Eric from "Sweet 70's" TV show appeared, and show control switches of the circus.

He pointed at one and said "This is a lunch button. We choose one person from the crowd, and give it a free lunch. This week we have a special offer. If you have three nipples, you can come over to us. There's a free lunch waiting for you!"