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I was with my parents and possibly my brother, and we were getting ready to go to the beach. I had also invited J. However it started to get late and the sun went down. My parents were now reluctant, but I still wanted to go. So we left for the beach in our Suburban. We stopped near the shore were another family was already set up. There were little children playing in the water, though the water was very shallow and surrounded on all sides by sand. I contacted J to come but she was occupied at the time. Next I was rehearsing with a pianist. She needed practice playing Brahms clarinet sonata I. I had the music but it was apparently the wrong arrangement because I could tell there were parts where I should have played and I did not. I told her I was sorry and went to look for my actual music. I told her the part I was playing on was for younger players. I went to what looked like my game room and ruffled through stacks of music, though I could not find it. MRD showed up and said something about how he always made fun of me (in a playful way of course). I asked why. I told the girl pianist that we should just try to keep playing. I guess I was planning on using my memory. However, I woke before we played again. Soon after agreeing to play again I realized the part was in my green folder in my clarinet case.

20 May Lucid
I was outside of some warehouse building with a group of others. There was a large metal door that was red or orangish in color around us. We were just outside hanging out, me and another guy were closer and there were three or four others. The outside was green grass and not fully level ground but no trees or anything else around. There were little mounds possibly some dirt showing, not very detailed. Another guy rode up on a bike and kind of past us, I think I had a weird feeling about him. Suddenly just his bike rode towards us and crashed into the wall of the building. I quickly got away from the area we were in thinking we were about to get attached. I was the only one to really move. I watched for a little while and there was no action. I got a kind of moment of clarity and did a finger check. There have been these points in a dream where I am beginning to realize it is a dream. It is more in 3rd person almost and I have to force it to go into 1st person so I have arms and whatnot. I was lucid, I reached my arms out and touched the grass. I thought that I need to slow down and focus and remember something I want to do and not just go with no goal in other recent dreams I have had. I really wanted to get stable and clear in the dream and a good thought as to what I wanted to do. I found some items on the ground and really went through them and touched them with my hands. There were large bolts and some tools so I touched those and picked them up felt their curves and points. I decided to try phasing again. I have had no luck with this in the past so I had an idea to keep telling myself it wasn’t there and it was a clout or mist that I could walk straight through. I walked around the building so I could see the door again. On the way around I thought I might see people I was with before but it was desolate. I walked right up to the door all the while thinking about phasing, I approached I was telling myself it wasn’t even there and oddly enough I went straight through it. I did a fist pump and walked down a hall in a large warehouse. I touched the walls inside since I felt a little unstable after the phase and cleared the dream a bit. I didn’t have any other goals at this point so I was really just exploring. The ceilings were very high and the warehouse was pretty dirty, may have been industrial as well. I peeked into a couple rooms looking for people and found no one. I approached another door that I was going to phase through but right when I got up on it I realized it was unlocked and partially open so I just pushed it open with my shoulder. I checked a couple more rooms and ran into one with a bunch of people in it, I yelled hoping to surprise them and got mostly looks of disgust. I woke up shortly after this and don’t remember any more.

1 May Lucid
This may have been a DEILD since I was pretty much lucid right away. I am not writing this right after the dream so it is a little blurry and I am not sure what was before and after it. Before this I had some sort of conflict about people not wanting me around. I remember thinking how blurry things were and I was at some house outside. I was next to some rounded railings and rubbed them a little bit as an environmental interaction to clear up the dream. I did this and said “there it is”. I was LUCID at this point, I remembered before that I looked at a different house down the road and there were a ton of people down there, I kind of did a jump/float over to the house from my house. When I landed I picked up some rocks in the yard and rubbed them between my hands to clear up the dream a bit. I touched the rocks a couple of times, the rocks were fairly pointy and sharp. I got to the back of the house that I was heading to and no one was around. I thought of a task of the month and remembered the smelling one. I found a drawer inside the house and started to rummage through it. There was a lot of junk in it and I was looking for something that would smell. I ran across something that I thought would work but kept digging. I think ran across a grape lollipop and thought hey that should smell. I got it unwrapped it and took a big whiff, it was grapey but not as strong as I had though, I then put it in my mouth to taste and really didn’t taste like much either. I woke up shortly after this.

One fragment

I was walking along a beach with someone heading towards a group of people who were mucking about with some structure. I passed a Jackdaw on my left. It was perched on a yellow beachball and started running on it and slowly rolled down the beach towards the shoreline. I remarked casually to my companion 'Looks like that birds having fun.'

This was a really unclear and non-vivid dream that I barely remember. I was taking a weight-lifting class and my instructor was a fat woman with Down's Syndrome. Most people with Down's are really nice, but this woman was not. She would yell and complain at the students. She wrote down for us a lifting routine which IIRC was: 4 sets of 10 of four exercises. She tried to show us how they were done by doing them along with us, but she had horrible form.

I was watching TV when I remembered a dream I had before my last.

I was at a Halloween party. The building we were in had 3 floors. The first floor was where the actual party was. The second floor was strange. All the photos of people in that story had one eye like a cyclops and they stared at you. The third floor, which was actually the roof, was where there was airsoft gun battles if I remember correctly.

The dream is a distant memory, and I remember there was more to it, I just don't remember what.

Morning of May 20, 2015. Wednesday.



I am wandering about in different dream settings in less-defined unfamiliar areas though most of the scenes involve Mottled Houdans. (I have not worked near this kind of chicken in real life since on our exotic chicken farm in Florida when I was about sixteen.) In my dream, they have special attributes; even human-like in some cases. At one point, I touch some smaller Houdans at a (unknown and unfamiliar) chicken farm as they are strutting about in a larger area of the building (which has a dirt floor) and they seem almost like friendly cats in their behavior. For some reason, it dawns on me that they are “more like people” than any other animal (which of course is absurd).

At one point, I seem to be involved in the sales department for Murray McMurray Hatchery in another unfamiliar region, and there is a sort of confrontation with an actor whose name I cannot remember presently, along with about three other unknown males. (He reminds me vaguely of Mason Adams as from “Lou Grant”.) He asks me about another worker at the hatchery, claiming that he never got change back from any of his purchases and asks me if I knew the worker had been cheating him like this over a longer time period. I absentmindedly nod in agreement which causes the other male to think I knew he was cheating him though which is not the case. “I feel really stupid,” I say, and then explain to him that I did not know that that worker was keeping the change each time and only nodded out of absentminded agreement with whatever he was saying at first.

In another scene, I am near a group of Houdan hens. Even though they cannot see because of the feathers over their eyes, they seem to have some sort of sensitivity to be aware of other people and animals supposedly because of higher levels of sentience. I am somewhat surprised at their “skill” to be aware as such, seemingly even more than other animals that can see well.

Later, I am in Cubitis at my father’s chicken shed and checking on all the Houdans (even though we had many other breeds including very unusual experimental hybrids). At one point, in a more public area, I encounter a Houdan rooster that is as tall as I am. I “shake hands” with him (by clasping his wingtip) and the Houdan almost seems human (though does not speak, though there is a vague level of mental communication and mutual understanding). In fact, he seems to have the goal of becoming an astronaut and is eventually wearing a NASA space helmet. His “wife” dances with him for a time and they are somewhat intimate; their “public boldness” of which embarrasses me slightly. However, the rooster soon seems puzzled over why he cannot “kiss” his hen with the space helmet on and kind of just clunks against her beak a couple times at first. There are several unknown people in the area and I start to mingle with the crowd to give the Houdans some privacy. (I do get the feeling that I had been watching our two normal-sized Houdan pets from the late 1970s; Fonzie and Pinky.)

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This dream had scenes of chickens “kissing”, something I do not recall dreaming of before. In fact, the rooster in this particular dream (Fonzie) seemed to represent an aspect of myself, as it was as tall as me and was bordering on an event of lucidity.

One of the photographs that a sister (on my father’s side) had sent shortly after this dream (with no way of me knowing she would send photographs - as we have not had that much communication throughout much of my life) has me holding a chicken (not a Houdan, though black and white) with its beak against my nose.

I prepped for this dream by going to bed early and limiting outside noises.

I remember for a brief moment I was at my high school in a dream before-hand. It is very faded though.

The main dream consisted of me and a gay guy on a journey through a temple to flush a toilet. I remember him specifically being gay. There was a small room that we started in, which presumably was the bathroom at the end of the dream. There was a chalkboard with a graph and numbers around it, I tried making it out, but I couldn't because the edges seemed to be cut off. They guy with me could see more of it because the chalkboard kinda had the movement of being drunk in GTA 4 with the camera shakes, although the boarder of the board didn't move. He could understand part of it now. I saw this part in second person, then afterwords went back to first person of me finishing up in the bathroom. We left.

I see next a temple interior with 3 floors Me and the other guy jumped down onto a bridge made of the same temple material, which was kinda like the colors of some dungeons in Skyrim. Seemed like a touch of yellow with green vines and black cracks. On the other end of the bridge was a sabertooth cat with an amazingly giant tongue which was used as an "attack" and I think we killed it, but IDK. I remember the back drop was a waterfall, and that I was in a 3rd person sidescroller view. Instead of moving to the right though, we were facing to the left.

We were then walking in the Halo 2 map Headlong, but the streets were more square and flat. It felt like a normal city with the headlong scheme. I do remember thinking as we were walking up to a structure made out of the tower of a crane that this was "an old map I made in Halo 2" (IRL not really) and there was a GTA 5 dump truck nearby. I remember seeing it a couple times in the same spot. Just ahead of that was the bathroom we started in, I walked straight in and found the toilet, flushed the toilet, and walked out. I didn't feel like I had accomplished anything unfortunately.

I only got 6 hours of sleep.

I was on the hill when I checked the RC. I counted 5 fingers, they were hard to count, so I knew that I was in a dream. I wanted to fly but I could not fly, because my lucidity was not high. I watched the surroundings for a few minutes. Then I woke up.

[dream]
I know someone who has nightmares. I decided to help him. I fell asleep and had a LD. (It was fake LD but it means I'm getting near to a real one.) I entered that person's dream and saw a monster attacking him. The monster looked like human but had really creepy face and some tentacles similar to Slenderman's. The other dreamer had problems that we all have in nightmares: He felt irrational fear, couldn't run etc. I was helping him to dodge monster's attacks. Suddenly the monster decided to catch us first. I started running taking the dreamer with me. The monster shot two graspers attached to ropes. He managed to catch us. I tried to cut the ropes using a blade made of peridot. Nothing happened. I saw that we are near to the monster, so used my shapeshifting ability to transform my hand into an adamantium blade. I was then able to cut it. (I don't remember, how did I beat the monster. I remember only that there was a fight with it on some little planet.) I woke up (In a dream of course. Ah, feels like Inception...) and met with a fortune-teller who checked if bad energy moved from him to me. (I don't remember the result.)
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Interesting dream...

Attack on a teacher

Cold, cloudy morning. I went out of a hotel room. The building itself was old - cracked gray walls, corroded metal objects, spider webs. Going out of it to the city, I went on a sidewalk and looked around. It was old, harbor city.

There was a small square in front of the hotel. Most of the buildings all around were abandoned. There were no shops, only a small marketplace on the square. I looked at the hotel again, and saw some classmates and our teacher going out.

The teacher was a bald man with mustache and short beard. He was wearing pale gray suit. I decided to follow him, but then I saw a long line of telephone booths placed around the square. I went closer to one of them, and one of the classmates appeared.

He told "You should call 0-700!", and said "Those bitches are great man!" I asked "What are they so good at?" He replied "Man! You won't believe what those bitches can do!". I decided to leave the phone booth alone, and catched up with rest of classmates.

Then we talked about conducting an attack on our teacher. We catched up with him when he was looking at the wares at the marketplace. I was getting his attention with another dude, while the rest was just about to attack. Suddenly, he told us "You won't be succesfull."

I was in my old high school locker room. My college roommate was there as well and was naked. I was not naked but I was in my underwear and I was trying to get a large number of legos to fit inside one of the lockers, but they kept falling out all over the floor.


I was leaving my old high school. (Same dream, quite possibly). In the parking lot, I ran into the skinless giant from Attack on Titan (that I haven't watched by the way, though I assume he is normally a bad guy.) He was friendly here, though and asked me for a fist bump. He got down on his knees and put his fist near me. It was about the size of a small house. I gave him one, and he walked off happy.


I remember moving some kind of tracking device attached around my left leg while sitting on the patio by the lake in my backyard. I peeled it off of my skin and saw that it was sticking a needle in. Pulling out the needle was painful and it was attached to some tube running up the inside of my leg. I threw the device in the water and called a doctor to get the tube out. I remember very clearly throwing the device in the water and seeing the little cloud of blood in the water. The spot on my leg where the needle went in was a pretty big cut but it wasn't bleeding at all.


I was on a space mission. Scientists had discovered a new planet in orbit around our sun and named it 'Japan'. It was a little bit smaller than earth, but shared our orbit and had oceans and plant life, but we didn't know if there were animals or people. They sent me and one other person, I think on a hyperdrive-capable spacecraft to the planet. When we got there, we discovered that the only people there were Black Star and Death the Kid. (Okay, I think the dream is being a little bit insensitive calling the planet Japan and populating it with anime characters, blame my subc.)


I was playing a lucid dreaming themed video game, as myself. I was able to fly around with fire jets through some kind of jungle area. There were big clear areas surrounded by stone walls that were broken in places, and there were clouds of fog everywhere. This later transitioned to my own neighborhood. The graphics of the game world looked current-gen (more or less realistic) but my character looked like a 2D sprite. The fire jets also looked really clear. The game had a speedometer saying how fast I was going. It maxed out at 40m/s (or about 18 miles per hour, way to go game, there are real people that can RUN faster than I can FLY 90mph nevermind I'm terrible at math.)

I've been keeping a journal but not online - this has proved to be a bad idea as my recall has been poorer without writing stuff out twice - I'm going to try harder - I had a nasty dream last night which is worth chronicling.....

My son had gone missing two days ago. It appeared we treated him like a cat and put him outside and he never came back (he's four IRL) we never contacted hte police either. I was moping around the house with my wife and we were talking (I forget the converstaions) but every so often I would break into hysterical crying and shouting because I had lost my son and how he must be dead after two days outside. Anyway, I decided to go out and look for him. Outside my house (which was as IRL) was the estate I used to live in 20 years before. It was a very accurate reproduction. In the distance I could see some lads. One of them I recognised as the son of my mothers best friend. I went up to them and asked if they had seen my son but they were no help. I walked back to my house. I then had a strange flashback to my son rolling down a slope and ending up underneath a tree. I found the slope to the left of my house, climbed down it and my son was wrapped in a white blanket at the bottom of a hedge. I pulled back the cover. He wasn't moving. I jabbed him in the legs a few times and he stirred and said 'Much better now' He then awoke a started biting me, I grabbed his leg and bit him back, just a very small nip. He calmed down and sat up. His face had changed into a hideous wizened old mans. His features were all sharp, his eyes sunken his jowls saggy. He reached out to touch me with pointy old mans hands and I flinched when his fingers felt sharp against my skin. I sapped him away and picked him up and took him into the house. My wife was shocked rather than happy to see him alive. She asked what had happened to change him so much and I mumbled something about him being dehydrated and my son seemed to agree. I then woke up, very relieved that it was a dream.

A couple of other bits and pieces

I was out the back of the shop. There were two itinerants putting a load of crap into bags. One of them looked up at me and said 'Do you have any more of those rubble sacks??'

I was up the back of the shop. A tricky customer I know IRL came in, I feinted right and ducked under a pile of trousers in an entirely successful attempt to avoid the bugger.

This is my first DJ entry. I actually had this dream about a week ago, but it was a very interesting one, so I figured I'd get the ball rolling and post it anyway.

I've recently graduated high school and I'm back at home, and I'm going to the high school alumni Mass (Catholic school) in hopes of seeing some of my old friends. I saw a friend of mine named P that had transferred schools at the beginning of junior year, and I hadn't seen him since then. We hadn't been good friends and we always kept our distance just because our personalities were not very compatible. But we each smiled warmly at each other and found a seat together. Pretty soon, we're shooting the shit like old friends. Another female friend from my high school named M joins us, and we're just having a fun time before the Mass starts.

I want to note the church I was in, if you can call it that. It was in the same room that we were going to have the reception dinner in, so there were tables and chairs instead of pews. In the back corner of the room, there was a hallway filled with arrangements of couches, comfy chairs, and tables. That was where we were. M and I shared a couch, and P had a chair. I don't remember where the altar was in particular; it could have been at the front of the dining room like it normally should have been, but I also remember it being in the hallway next to me. It was a weird layout that didn't make sense, but whatever.

Anyway, the Mass starts and everything goes as normal. M was the one who was supposed to read the First Reading, so she did that and came back. But when we got to the reading of the Gospel, things got weird.

The priest saying the Mass was a short old dude who looked like the priest in The Princess Bride. He had an abrasive and loud high-pitched voice. He began to read a verse from the Bible. At first it was like any other verse, but as he read on, I began to recognize it as a verse that was extremely important.

Now it's time to tell the backstory on this dream: P was a classmate of mine until early junior year, when he transferred to another school. Nobody in my class seemed to have much contact with him, except Facebook. Down the line, he started making strange Facebook statuses about getting into fights, strange conspiracy theories, and hateful statuses. I didn't think much of it; P was always combative and not that easy to get along with IRL. But one day, I the school made an announcement that he had killed himself. People who still talked to him said that he was basically a shell of himself. He died a week before his birthday. I attended the funeral, and the testimonies I heard showed me a different side of him. He was always known for his loyalty and willingness to help his friends and family. It left a big impact on me.

So back to the dream. The priest was saying the Gospel, and although I don't remember any of the content of the verse, it was somehow strongly related to P and his death. I don't know if it was read at his funeral, or actually written about his death or what, but there was a strong connection that lay heavier in my heart the more he read. Dark ominous strings were playing in the background as he bellowed the verse. Everyone else in the room recognized the verse too, and everyone saw its connection to P. When the priest finished the reading, everyone was in tears. M was curled up into a ball weeping. I put my arm around her comfortingly, and made eye contact with another guy with tears in his eyes, while I fought to keep mine back. The room was in silence now except for the sound of sobbing. The Mass seemed to be over this point. I got up and gave P a massive bro-hug. I told him to look around at all the people who missed him, and to not ever think that he wasn't loved.

Soon, people started to file out, including M. I had some more questions for P. I asked him, "So how does it feel for you to be back here now?... you know, the actor you." When I said that I realized how badly worded and nonsensical that sentence was, and that caused me to wake up.

I haven't had a dream that powerful and vivid in a long long time.

Non-lucid
1-2:30PM nap
I'm out running errands with my mother and my sister. I have my dragon, Ryuu

in my arms. He seems to be asleep, he's completely limp in my arms with his eyes closed, but he's cold to the touch.
"Mom, what's wrong with him? Why isn't he moving?" I ask.
Mom doesn't respond, but parks the car at the pool and we all three go inside. Mom starts talking to a few people while I go near the waterslide. By the stairs near the waterslide is a little triangular machine in the water. I pick it up and look at it thoroughly, then put it back. Ryuu starts to move and is getting warmer, so I'm guessing he only had to warm up like cold-blooded creatures do.
"Mom, Ryuu's wiggling now!" I tell her, as she's saying good bye to another person.
Then, I wake up.

I am in a big forest and am surrounded by dark figures. I start fighting them off and realize that I am dreaming.I try to figure out where I am at and am greeted by Peter Pan. He helps me fight off the dark figures and tells me that Wendy has turned evil and is trying to kill all the lost boys. I decide to help him and he is stunned by my ability to fly. I tell him that he needs me on his side to win and we head through the forest. I decide to only use flying when necessary and fight with just my bare hands against the crazy shadowy figures attacking all the lost boys. It is strange because I am still my age and the boys are all 13 or so, so I am kinda protecting a bunch of children. I finally make it to the tree house and Wendy has climbed up to the top and is throwing spells at us. I fly to the top with Peter and I knock he back while dodging the spells. I almost get hit by one and I "protego" to get out, hoping that Peter didn't see. The spell rebounds back to her and it shrinks her to the size of a doll and I kick her back. Peter kicks her down and she almost falls 30 feet, but her tiny doll hands keep a hold on the tree. I try to do the next maneuver without flying or dream powers and do a front flip kick down at her and knock her down to the ground. The 30 foot drop kills her and the shadow creatures dissipate. The boys are all excited and I am trying to find a way to climb down without flying. I am just like... meh. and jump down, slowing down at the last second before I hit the ground. Wendy turned back to normal and was lying dead with blood spilling out of her mouth. I woke up.