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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!"

Morning of June 11, 2015. Thursday.

Dream #: 17,706-04. Reading time: 2 min 42 sec.



I live in an unknown region in an unfamiliar (to my conscious self) house with my family (some fictitious). I have at least three additional daughters though I do not recall their names. (They do not resemble my real-life daughters.) One seems frustrated with her middle school mathematics homework at a kitchen table. I say that she may need my help. She looks at me annoyingly because it is evident that she needs my help. Another daughter in the twelfth grade will need less assistance.

I am vaguely aware of my need to use the toilet. One of my fictitious daughters is in the bathroom, but she leaves (without complaint) before using it because of me. The bathroom is big (about half the area of our present house). There are pieces of vinyl not firmly or entirely covering the wooden floor as well as debris. Near another wall, perpendicular to the doorway I came in, is what resembles a glass door of a business building but with a doorknob rather than a handle. I go over to the door upon seeing it is open and then discover at least part of the wall is like a glass storefront, so there is no privacy. The immediate area outside looks like a shopping mall entrance. As I attempt to close the door, the doorknob and plate slide about as if loose. I fix it by moving it around until it locks into place and I close the door. I think I will tell my family about it.

The toilet flushes itself (before I go) as if on a timer. It quickly overflows. Water, waste, and debris go under the door, into the hall, into a daughter’s room. I can see through the wall (mentally; unlike through glass). She is doing mathematics homework on her bed, probably wondering about the flooding. I am annoyed by the realization of the awful mess that I will need to clean up, but incredibly, the water, waste, and debris recede, returning to the toilet, leaving the floors dry and clean.

Without using the bathroom, I go outside. The area is rural, and the front yard is very big. I get a strong sense of being in Kentucky (though I have never lived there). The house next door is vacant. On the other side of the dirt road, through a cluster of shrubbery and trees, I see horses pulling a carriage as well as several people walking. I wave at them, and they smile generously and wave back. Most of them are older wealthy blacks dressed in late 1800s attire. One man has white hair and is wearing an expensive-looking suit. They cross to our side of the road and are either moving into the other house or looking at it for possible purchase. There is at least one old Caucasian man with them who may be a servant or adviser as he asks me when the wood pit (a long deep ditch between properties with firewood and uncut logs) was last in use. I am unsure.

Soon, there is a strong gust of refreshing wind, like the season suddenly changing from summer to winter. Big flakes that briefly seem like snow but then like small pieces of old newspaper, small sections of tar paper, and grainy debris, rain down upon us. Some people duck out of apprehension at the unexpected event (that does not cause any injuries). I feel thrilled and exhilarated by this event, with a sense of sudden well-being. When I look back, I see that it was the wind blowing a section of roof cover off my house so that now about a fourth of one side looks uncovered. I notice at least three layers that include newspaper, tar paper, and shingles. One of the men starts talking about my house (though his criticism does not seem rude), as if he is surprised I am living there, expressing how it is more like the kind of house and roof for an apprentice than for a someone such as me. My dream fades.

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Had a sin]it of a dream this afternoon about a vintage school bus yellow motorcycle and an almost identicle murky green motorcycle. Not sure what the dream was about or the symbology of the motorcycles.

1. I am in Mrs. Pair's classroom, my history teacher from last year. We had all just finished completing our final exams. Class is about to end and it is the last day of school. Everyone gets out of their seats and migrates towards the door waiting for the bell to ring. Me and Dylan do the same and talk as usual. "Dude, so glad those exams are over" I tell him. "I know bro, its fucking summer!" he replies with excitement. "Hell yeah" I say. Suddenly the bell rings and all of the students rush out of the door. As soon as I walk out of the class I make a right and it occurs to me that the school looks way bigger than usual. The hallways are extremely wide and covered with off-white tiles instead of carpet. "Huh" I think to myself, "That's odd". Dylan walks the other way to get to his car and get out of school as fast as he can, I can tell that he is ready for summer.
I continue walking in the opposite direction and as I do so I walk out to an opening where the second floor is exposed to the cafeteria, like a balcony. A huge group of students are walking from this area towards the parking lot( the same direction as Dylan). I notice that there are a ton of students in the cafeteria still eating, but most of them are getting up and leaving. About a minute later everyone is gone from the cafeteria but the huge group of students on the second floor balcony are still standing around or walking slowly towards the parking lot. I walk past them and see Justin Watchell, or as he is commonly referred to, Swole Arms. "Hey I know that guy" I think to myself. I turn around and start making my way to the parking lot but as I do so I see that the hallways towards it are blocked off by a metal pull down gate that comes down from the ceiling. "Shit, how am I going to get out?" I think to myself. A sense of urgency comes to me as I realize that the staff is already closing up the entire school.
I start jogging away from the huge group of students to find an alternate route out of the school. I turn a corner and see that all of the hallways are blocked off by a metal gate. I hear the group of students behind me talking, and they are talking about me. "He's the one" I hear a girl say. I then "realize" that there is a girl student who is a secret agent from some unknown company and she has been sent to follow me. "I can't go back to that group" I think to myself, "that girl knows I'm here now plus it's a little embarrassing just walking around in circles not even knowing the way out" (lmao, I never get embarrassed in waking life). I find that I am holding a bag of Doritos in my hand, so I open it up and start eating out of it.

#443 - DILD - 5:01AM


This dream was from Monday morning...

I'm enjoying keeping my entries short and to the point with less detail. It makes it easier for lazy slugs like me to read. Not much happened in this dream anyway. I've really got to get a high level LD soon.

I find some acoustic guitars in a church. My mom tells me to take one since they aren't being used. I chose one and begin to play. It feels random, but sound amazing. Everyone claps for me.

I recognize the dream sign and become lucid. I almost lose the dream but I manage to concentrate and reenter. My memory gets foggy and all I can recall is looking at some colorful gift bags thinking on goals. For some reason I think that I was to trace something in the air. I make some shape in the air with my finger and I see a silver trail of light follow and then vanish. Someone looks at me with a knowing look. I think I am doing the wrong task and I wake up.

I later dream non lucid about being a traveling businessman with way too many sexual hookups. I keep telling the women that I love them, but I seem to just want to "hit it and quit it". There was some drama on an airplane with some woman.

Ok I typed a bunch of this up, then left the room and Sofie sat on the keyboard and messed up my whole world.

I had a nap WILD, phased through my bedroom wall, got a little stuck, got outside, saw a tree, climbed it, got to the top, but I was too heavy for it and it bent over and I was back on the ground lol.

Then I WILDed again and called Lee Pace on my cell phone and he showed up in a sports car and we made out until he disappeared and I woke up.

Work meeting
I'm in a meeting with Miguel and some others. They're discussing a problem which seems simple to me, and I try to keep suggesting a solution, but they're all arguing so much they can't hear me. Eventually, I get my point through, and they consider it.

Later, I'm talking to Tom. He says he wants to talk more about it and suggests an 8AM meeting for tomorrow. I think that's too early for a meeting, but I agree to it since it's Tom.

Astral travel to find a relic... Connecting with many people telepathically, lots of shared dreaming... Have animated, agreeable conversation with a young man about what is authentic native teaching, and what is not. Another man, talking about how to move things around in my store for better energy flow... More connections, lost a lot of it when my son came bouncing in at 5:20am

I've convinced a man to throw himself on the king's mercy. A friend had been offering to get him to safety, he knew some people who could help with that, and the man had been considering it; but I'd spoken to the king and I promised him it would work out, so he stayed.

But now that we're actually standing before the throne, the king decides to have him executed. This was not the deal. This brat, spoiling things on a whim; part of me is furious, but part of me just finds this whole situation ridiculous, that these humans allow themselves to be ruled by a man like him. I imagine speaking out, see an image of it, but in reality I say nothing, just wait for the audience to end. Now I'll have to try to sneak the man out. I should have just let him run while he could.

Talking with others, there's something we need from the palace which we haven't been able to locate. Someone points out that there's a private wing that contains the royal suite, but also other rooms of unknown purpose - process of elimination, what we need must be there. We agree to make that private wing our destination for now, and someone makes a joke about how we can wave at the timeline of our original plan as it passes us by, we've gotten so far off course.

This a weird one.

I met someone from a previous dream last night. She was sitting in her apartment, which I have no memory of entering, and did not appear in the least bit surprised to see me.

She told me that it's very rare for us to meet, as dreams take place in many worlds - so many that we were unlikely the exact same people who met in the previous dream despite the both of us having memories of interacting with each other. With this in mind she simply wanted to enjoy the pleasure of my company while she could, which we did: we talked and played and looked out of her window and generally just enjoyed being with each other for an indeterminate length of time. When time came for me to leave, I requested that we exchange details so that we might find each other later, which she agreed to despite acknowledging the futility of doing so.

I can't remember her name.

It's difficult to describe this experience except that it felt like I was a non-lucid part of someone else's lucid dream , her lucid dream specifically. I was in my standard non-lucid haze, but she seemed entirely more in focus and more real.

After leaving her apartment, I found myself in what I'm going to call the Nexus: a long corridor of doors, somehow with the implicit understanding that each door lead to other dreams. If I were lucid I would have taken full advantage of the possibilities as I've been attempting to replicate a similar effect in what little lucid dreams I've actually had, but as the situation was, I just went directly for a door that felt vaguely familiar.

What was inside was a tortured, mutated, horrifying version of someone else I'd met. So I closed the door, and sometime later I woke up.

Piloting a spacecraft, in orbit close to another star. It is by no means a very large star, though, like a red dwarf. The spacecraft I am piloting looks a little bit like this.



The star starts expanding/exploding and we have to get away by flying the ship and dodging planets and asteroids. I don't remember too much of what happened for a good majority of the escape, but when we got past the last planet the cloud reformed into a new, much larger star. There was some explanation to this like the star was going through a metamorphosis or something.

We had to go to a wedding on this alien planet. The wedding for some reason took place in this really dingy industrial building on a barren rocky planet. I remember we were inside of this green nebula and the night sky on this planet was green and full of exceptionally bright stars.

The wedding was between this giant alien mushroom and blob monster. (I couldn't tell what one was the groom/bride.) I don't recall too much going on in this scene either. I think Manei was present.

We got called to return to earth, but then the Tardis appeared. A much older version of myself appeared and claimed to be Doctor Who. I think he then died. We used the Tardis for transportation to return to earth.

When we got back we were in a city. It was nighttime and rainy and it seemed as though the city had been evacuated. Godzilla appeared and he started spitting water instead of radiation breath. Somebody told me that we had been called back to stop him.

Morning of June 10, 2015. Wednesday.



I am in a non-lucid state, though the setting is extremely well-rendered and most of it clearer even though it is mostly unfamiliar. My wife and family and I are living in a different type of building and had apparently moved here recently. The (fictional) residence has the typical “impossible” apartment-related situation that I have dreamt of all my life - where strangers are present in what would be almost the same living space. At one point, I am aware of an unknown older male on the other side of the main large room. Our living area is only divided from his by a curtain that hangs down to about four inches from the floor. I am fixing this curtain arrangement (for more privacy) while sitting on the floor, by pulling it fully down, as part of the bottom edge was draped over a cardboard box higher up (about a foot or so).

At one point, I am using a screwdriver to scrape up old soap residue from a floor tile and as I do, the tile actually comes off, though I manage to align it back where it should be. The appearance and movement (and manual effort) is very realistic.

I also find some toys that the last tenants left behind, some smaller toy cars in a bag, which I think I will put on my youngest son’s large (fictional) table for a pleasant surprise.

In the last stage of my dream, which is very clear, there are several large radios (or boomboxes) set up along the wall for some reason, all side by side on a large table. After a short time, they all start playing at the same time, fairly loudly, and mostly different songs (at least four). I think one song is Fats Waller and another a country song, possibly George Strait. I am annoyed because the radios seem to have been connected to some sort of timing system by the previous tenants and I cannot work out what to do with the setup. I am also somewhat embarrassed (as I do not want to be seen as making so much noise on purpose, as we had just moved in recently relative to my dream’s back story), as the other tenant is home, though I do not go through the curtain to his side at any point.

I try pushing the buttons and after a time, when I turn one radio off, another comes back on and this goes on for several minutes (so that it seems impossible to have all turned off at the same time) - and I am thinking that some sort of cable system (linked with a timer) is connected to all of them and they will play at certain times no matter what you do. It is somewhat amusing in conscious afterthought. The clarity of the power indicator lights is quite precise. This is similar to situations where I cannot turn all the lights off, which I have read in other people’s journals where they are experiencing the exact same details in the same way and with the same associations.

I was in my old school, in the sports hall. People were playing random games, like football, table tennis etc. I decided to go back home, as nothing interesting is happening there. I ran straight the road, leaving crossroad and an old shop behind, and ran into my frontyard. It was cold, cloudy afternoon.

Somehow, I knew have to run up to the fields. When I finally got there, I saw my father in a tractor with machine to dig out potatoes plugged in. Then I spotted a couple lying on that machine. A redhead girl and a brunette dude. Suddenly a hidden chainsaw in the machine started to move towards them.

*Close up of the chainsaw* and then the machine broke. Couple nowhere to be found. I ran closer to the tractor, and told my father that the machine is broken. He drove to take a trailer, and appeared back after a long while. With family we started to pick up potatoes to baskets, and threw them on the trailer.

1. I was in a classroom with my friend Dylan. The class was huge and had alot more space than most do. The floor was grayish-blue carpet and the walls were white as usual. There seemed to be at least 100 desks in this room, way more than the usual 30 or so. I was in the corner of the room standing and talking to Dylan. Most of the other students are sitting down just chatting and a few others are standing around like me and Dylan. Just then, Dylan points out [Her]. She is sitting in the middle of the classroom. Her hair is in a ponytail and she is wearing a denim jacket and skinny jeans. "Wow, stunning as always" I say to Dylan. "Go talk to her man, finally tell her how you feel about everything" he tells me. "Alright" I reply.
I then walk away from Dylan and just as I do, she gets up out of her desk and starts walking to the front of the class. The teacher is nowhere in sight by the way. "Hey [her name], it's been a while" I say. "Hey, I haven't seen you in forever, what's up?" she says. "Listen, I have to tell you something. I'm really sorry about the past and how everything got screwed up, I didn't mean for any of that to happen. I really wanted something more between us, and I know things didn't turn out that way. I'm sorry for all of that" I tell her. She gives me a weird look like she doesn't understand.
Suddenly I snap out of it. Now I'm back next to Dylan and I realize it was all a daydream, or was it? I look over and she is still sitting in her chair. I get the feeling that I just daydreamed that entire scenario and it felt weird. I was dreaming while I was already dreaming? Woah. Just then the bell rings and class ends. That was the last class of the day. Me and Dylan leave class and start walking down the hallway to get to the parking lot. As we do so I realize that the school looks different from usual and there are huge columns on each side of the hallway. We keep walking and as we get closer to leaving the school I see that it is raining outside and it is fairly dark.