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Supermarket

I was inside a supermarket looking for cereal. But than i wanted strawberries and told my older brother to get it for me. But he was taking too long. Next thing I know I'm looking at the candy and I'm interested in buying candy corn. But it looks like they are sprinkled with a lot of sugar on them so I don't buy it. Things become complicated so I begin to look for my family. I have a feeling i spotted my grandma but i'm not 100% sure. Anyways I found my cousin and she takes me somewhere completely different. It is a empty black square room filled with red floating clouds.

She tells me that there appears to be something wrong with her stomach. I look closely and think she is trying to tell me she is getting bigger or shes pregnant. But i see nothing wrong with her stomach. I tell her I notice a slight difference though. After that my brother comes inside and mentions how the guy from the lucky charm box is coming to see if we accomplish the dream sharing race. Apparently we have to escape from it inside someone else's dream space. I happily accept the challenge and fly off in a direction.

I pass through places, than through a door. Most of all the places i passed seemed like a void though.Soon it becomes quiet and I think about how I don't really like where I'am now. I fly somewhere else than notice someone flying behind me in a fast speed. It felt like my mind was trying to keep up with me so it can change the dream into the way it wanted. When i arrived at a office building I landed on a guy that looked like he was from the matrix. I told him I won but than was interrupted by a lady who works at my job place. She told me she needed to see me for a sec.She showed me a paper asking about something work related. Than a guy who was on the computer asked me if i was nervous. I said no and after that I woke up.

Teddy

I was listening to my dad and uncle talk about something as i was brushing my teeth in the bathroom but the toothpaste kept accumulating. I tried spitting it out and rinsing but felt like i swallowed a bit already. I than turned to see a black shadow in the form of a teddy bear with yellow eyes smiling at me. I thought I was just seeing things and told my dad. But he wasn't listening so I went downstairs wanting to go to my room. But the hallway was blocked by lots of green curtains. I felt like there was something hiding behind the curtains in the dark hallway. But didn't want to find out so i ran upstairs.

I'm at work, serving tables. I go to the bar to get a drink for a man. I realize we don't have that wine, Morno something or other. I look back at the man across the open dining room. He's looking at me, wondering where his drink is, probably. I think about it and decide to try to serve his wine using telekenisis. It doesn't work. I get bored with this and go off into the kitchen to have some fun. I see one of my pretty co-workers and make out with her briefly until I remember to try the advanced task. I reach into my pocket to find the hole but nothing is there. I persist and after a few seconds, I find the hole and throw it on the ground. I jump into the hole which leads to an underwater void. "Wait for me!" I hear from above. A DC whooshes past me.

I end up in large, underwater game room, set up to play another DC. I guess the point of the game is to hit a volleyball against the large digital screen, repeating this once the opponent returns the serve, trying to hit the ball in as few bounces as possible. I play this with the DC but they are a lot better than I am, because they are more agile underwater. Using so much force to move, I quickly get exhausted and quit. Breathing heavily, I look for something else to do and see an exit sign. Having enough of this, I walk through and wake up.

I was talking to my romanian friend about civilization 5. The dream it was just in the game we were both disembodied voices. I remember a caravel sailing around near a city state, and there were realistic mountain ranges way off in the distance. It was sailing through a kind of fjord it seemed.
I also remember some desert-y place and he was playing as babylon and I was korea. At some parts I had to pee a lot and I would always pee purple and it wasn't til later that it freaked me out. At another point I'm in a room on the ground, on my phone looking on instagram and I'm talking to an old friend.

Morning of April 14, 2015. Tuesday.





I never thought that I would be running around in a dream as Captain America and yelling “Avengers Assemble” numerous times (which I hear myself yelling quite clearly), though I am in this one, though as myself and proper ethnicity, apparently (and with my real-life name), not Steve Rogers. One would think that a dream this far removed from reality would have at least a trace of lucidity (or even a subtle degree of dream-making awareness), especially as it includes flying near the beginning, but such is not the case. Other than Captain America (I am the leader), there are about six others. My wife starts out as the Black Canary - which is actually DC, not Marvel (let alone an Avenger). Later, she is known to be the Black Cat (which is Marvel). There is one point where I am commenting on how beautiful her catlike eyes are - they do stand out with detail and beauty over every other feature of my dream at one point. The other Avengers in my dream are not actual Avengers for the most part other than I think Hawkeye and Iron Man (though they remain in the background and go off on their own at times).

About halfway through our adventures, on at least the second floor of a building, we find someone who wants to join us. It seems to be a male at first but he is only pretending to be a superhero in the sense of role-playing and his costume (mostly red and white) has a rather shoddy homemade look as well as his shield (which is irregularly shaped cardboard). Still, we welcome him into our group. He calls himself the Shield (an Archie Comics - Pep Comics character, not Marvel, though who came shortly before Captain America), and for some reason that sounds like a member of the Avengers, and he has a vertically rectangular shield in contrast to my round one. However, he has a bad limp in his right leg (apparently from birth) and can barely walk at times. Eventually, I see that “he” is actually a short-haired girl (or somehow changed into one over time - though the general appearance is the same). There is one point where I ask her if she wants the shield to be real and she says yes (which of course would be a good idea) and I simply nod my head and that act makes it real - and so now it is indestructible. We do have to support her (while she is walking) a couple of times, one on each side of her. (Oddly, I do not think to heal her leg.) It is likely that “she” and “shield” (”she hold”) are typical subtle in-dream transitional plays that I have experienced all my life.

I note my reflection in a window at one point, and it seems quite realistically detailed. At one point, two young males in beige trench coats in an alley fire machine guns at me but I hold up my shield and the bullets bounce off and kill both of them from the ricochets. The physical orientation and sense of touch seems quite enhanced as I hold the shield and I vividly feel the vibrations and sense of slight movement as I hold it.

Although I can fly, I do not later on while in costume, because I seem to remember that Captain America does not fly (truly weird dream “logic”). I do however fly near the beginning of my dream when I am not wearing a costume, though other people find this amusing and not unusual.

At one point in the last section, my wife goes to an area on her own for some sort of surveillance (in an alley in an isolated part of the city - the city of which is unknown, though some parts seem to take place in La Crosse) regarding a possible villain to see if it is safe or viable to go to a meeting they are having (though not directly related to our group). After this, we are all in a building on the third floor, I think. There are a couple businessmen on the first floor though I do not see them; I only hear the conversation and do not think it has much to do with us. For some reason, one of the members of my team (or possibly the implied villain - this is not definite) is experimenting with some sort of drug in the form of Kool-Aid or some such. I become extremely annoyed. In fact, I get so annoyed, I pick up their large refrigerator and fling it down the stairs. The overall detail and sound is amazingly realistic at this point. I consider this act as I watch the refrigerator go nosily down the stairs (the door opening and the contents spilling out) and even turn at the stairwell from the force of the throw, and am even aware that the businessmen have to move out of the way (though I do not see this happen). From here, I throw two other things down the stairs, including a cabinet and a storage box of some kind. It almost seems humorous. No one else reacts. I feel like throwing something else, but slowly wake.

Ritual: WTB 2am, woke 9am with dream. Recall: 9/10. April had so far been a dryspell, but after my hot streak in early March I hadn't worried too much about it. I've noticed that my streaks and dryspells often seem to operate cyclically. I was distressed in early April when even my dream recall was inexplicably poor, but for the past week that had been improving. I had been continuing daytime RCs but to no discernible effect, and hadn't made any serious LD attempts all month.

Last night was no exception, but since I was stressed and annoyed over work obligations, I let myself drink rather heavily with dinner. The consequence of this was that I slept poorly, having to cycle lots of water and wake up even more frequently than usual. This didn't bother me either, as I'd slept plenty in the last few days and didn't feel especially tired. I also enjoyed that I was dreaming heavily all night, with decent recall, though the dreams themselves were not interesting enough to sacrifice more sleep to record them. As morning approached, the line between sleeping and waking started to blur, to the point where I found myself in a long dream where I seemed to be lying half-awake in my bed, but talking and interacting with DCs who were in the room with me. Even before the dream ended it occurred to me that it had involved some semi-lucid intervals, so I realized I should get up and take some notes. I was in the process of doing so when I began to suspect I was still dreaming. My first instinct was to wake myself up so I could record the dream properly, but then I realized that I shouldn't squander this unexpected opportunity!

DILD: In my living room. Don't think I'm awake yet. Could wake myself up, of course. Hang on—that would be a waste. Must be at least an hour before I have to get up. What were those tasks again?

Jogging will be easy enough. I start running even before I leave the house. Suddenly my feet feel heavy and I notice I am wearing my old black leather combat boots. Grin—if there was any doubt I was dreaming it has cleared up now. [For the record, I was never in the military, I just had a distinctive fashion sense in my youth.] Go outside the door and jog away. Immediately nothing like my backyard, though it does still resemble the region I live in. Look around: in the distance see a woman pushing a stroller. "Woman pushing a stroller," I say to myself, to fix the details. I'm running across a parking lot, and where it ends I pass an unusual tree whose thick branches are armed with long thorns. "Thorn tree," I state for the record. Find myself at the edge of a steep hill and run straight down. Gravity isn't a problem, I stay perpendicular to the ground I am covering, which means I am pitched forward at a 45 degree angle and would fall flat onto my stomach if gravity were operative, but it isn't. I can feel my body being gently buoyed up into this position, and my speed doesn't become too great. Say, "Steep hill." As I'm running down the hill, looking around, I see something stranger. The earth is almost barren, with dry scrubby vegetation in patches, but looking to my left, I see razors sticking up out of the ground as if someone has planted them there, dozens of them, several inches apart, covering a large patch of ground. "Razors planted in the ground," I say, adding, "Disposable razors." And they're not just any brand, but I recognize them: distinctive yellow handles, white heads... "Bic razors," I think.

At the bottom of the hill the ground levels out. I notice that the act of jogging doesn't feel at all realistic, which is interesting because I actually do jog in WL on a semi-regular basis, so it is not that my dreaming mind lacks sensations to draw upon. In what respect is it unrealistic? Well, there's no need for real effort, no sense of real weight. And now, unbidden, my arms are dangling and dragging through the dry dirt of the ground, I can feel it sifting through my fingers. My arms do not feel any longer than normal, and my legs do not feel any shorter than normal, yet my fingers are trailing the ground alongside me as I run. I notice a small mushroom lying on the dirt and pick it up, saying "Mushroom." It is a fleshy beige tube-shaped stem without a distinct cap, and I recognize the type from the grocery store—it is a small eryngii mushroom.

Previously I had passed highways at the base of the hill, but now I'm approaching a smaller local street, buildings tightly packed together on the side of the street across from me. I decide to move on to another task. When the April TOTMs were posted I had worked out a plan whereby I would use the portable hole to portal myself into space and do the bonus task. I note an ideal location in the street—there's a manhole cover there or some other kind of circular mark that seems the ideal place to set down the hole. I notice three guys on this side of the road are getting into a parked car and feel instinctive momentary caution about running in front of it, but remind myself that this is a dream, there's no way to be harmed if the car hits me, and anyway I should use it as motivation to succeed quickly in the hole task. In retrospect, I note that the direction they're about to drive suggests either that this must be a one-way street, or else that the traffic flow is the opposite of what it normally is in the US.

I had planned my strategy as I was jogging up, so once I got to the spot I had designated, I promptly used my right hand to reach into my "pocket" (to avoid overcomplicating things I deliberately didn't bother to take notice of what I was wearing or make sure it had a pocket, I just let assumption carry the day), pulled out my portable hole and dropped it. Nothing happened, but the problem was easily diagnosed: my hand had come up empty from my pocket, so I had only been pretending to drop the hole. Apparently, in dreams, there can somehow still be a distinction (however nuanced) between "pretending" to do something and "actually" doing it.

"You actually have to pull something out," I murmured to myself reprovingly, and reached into my pocket again. This time my hand closed around a folded piece of very thin black cloth. I recall the texture of the cloth made it feel like a synthetic fiber, smooth and slightly shiny. I unfolded it and dropped it on the pavement. It was circular, perfectly sized to fit over the manhole-cover spot in the street, but I had thrown it so casually that it had fallen in a bunched up and wrinkled way, so I kneeled down to gently smooth it flat. Then I stood back up and stepped on the cloth, intending to sink through it and find myself in space. Of course the first time, it felt no different than stepping onto a layer of cloth that had been set onto the pavement, and I didn't go anywhere. This didn't surprise me, since I knew my expectations might have been conditioned by some of the early TOTM reports I had read in this month's thread. So I patiently tried again, knowing I could make this work. I hopped in place and focused on the sensation of sinking. The second try was still a dud. I hopped again, maintaining my focus and emphasizing the idea of falling through the hole. It worked, though instead of falling suddenly, as one might through a real hole, I was sinking slowly and gently downward. I used this extra time to build my image of where I wanted to end up: space.

After I sank beneath the surface of the pavement, I was floating in a pitch black, unconstructed space. This was more promising than disorienting—after all, outer space has very similar qualities. However, I knew I should be seeing stars, so I firmed my resolve to be in space, specifically "outer space," not just unconstructed space. The dream complied, and filling my field of view to the front and right was a sudden glimpse of a great starry disk, fully round as if I was looking at it head on. "Galaxy," I murmured, impressed by how beautiful it was, how awe-inspiring, even if it had been generated entirely by my own mind. But the task required me to observe a sunrise over Earth, so I focused my intention using keywords: "Space. Sunrise."

The beautiful galaxy disappeared, replaced with a vision much less inspiring. From photographs I have the impression that seeing the actual Earth from space is visually stunning, but despite the loveliness of my galaxy, my model of Earth was rather dull and unconvincing. What made it so underwhelming was that I didn't feel like the distances were right: even though I was still floating in "space," I felt like I was only a few feet away from the planet, which resembled a large globe about six feet in diameter. It was dark, because I was looking at the night side, and as I willed the "sunrise" to occur, the light creeping around the edge of the planet illuminated something unexpected: the whole planet seemed fenced in by structures built over and around it, and they were covered with corporate logos! Actually it seemed very appropriate metaphor for the current state of affairs. The structures definitely didn't look like the sorts of things that could exist in space, though, since they consisted of large interlocking beams that crowded and dwarfed the planet itself. As I examined this structure, the "space" in which I was floating stabilized into the interior of a large, dimly lit room, the earth and the structures around it becoming mere models. It resembled the lobby of a planetarium or space museum.

"Space. Sunrise." I said again firmly, trying to restore the scene to the one I had intended. I temporarily succeeded in making the room fade away so that I was again floating in darkness in front of the Earth, but when I tried to re-do the sunrise, the growing light illuminated the walls of the same room that I had just banished, and now the light was almost aggressively bright. This, I figured, was actual light from WL—during my earlier wakings I had noticed that it was a very bright morning, and my curtains can only do so much to keep light out of the bedroom. I managed to ignore the light and hold onto the dream a little bit longer, but I was still wrestling to turn the room's interior back into outer space when I woke up.

It's been a while since I've updated this, mainly because I've been too busy with school and work and life to even try to dream. Pretty much haven't had any interesting dreams anyway. If you're interested in how the Vi situation is going, I had a few semi-lucids a while back where she appeared, and I asked her a few questions. Of course, my recall was horrible, so I don't remember anything other than that.

Anyway, I did manage a decent lucid during a nap yesterday, and just got around to typing it up today. So this entire dream was kind of in and out, mostly since there was a lot of noise in my room, between my roommates playing Minecraft and annoying dormmates barging in and being loud. However, I did lay still through all of it, kept drifting in and out of a dream (usually a different scene each time), and eventually did have a long enough period of actual sleep to get some quick lucid stuff done.

After all the mini DEILDs and stuff, the dream was still pretty unstable, but I found Vi in a mineshaft of some kind. She was pushing a minecart while I walked beside her. I asked her where she's been lately, and she mentioned something about hiding, although she disappeared before I could find out what she was hiding from. I then found myself on this floating island that looked like a planet from Super Mario Galaxy. A long, straight, shallow canal ran down the center of it, and I jumped in to swim. I tried to remember the Tasks of the Month, and for some reason I thought one of them was to drink water through a straw. I was going to drink the canal water, but it was filthy and looked disgusting. I got out and found a water fountain instead, so I drank from that. There wasn't really any refreshing taste or anything, the dream was too unstable for any of that detail.

I finally thought to stabilize a little, and I finally managed to get a little more clarity than my hazy semi-lucidity. I thought if there were any more tasks that I could do. "Of course, how about the one I came up with!" I reached into my pocket and felt around, and managed to pull out a round circle of black fabric about the size of a grapefruit. I threw it on the ground, and it formed a hole. It grew a little bit, but was still too small to fit into. I did stick my foot in, however, and it felt like I was dipping my foot in jello. I then continued to pull out different torn pieces of black fabric out of my pocket, and they each turned into equally shaped holes in the ground. After getting desperate, I stopped, took a deep breath, and reached in my pocket one last time. I felt something like a squishy grape, so I pulled it out. It was a small black sphere that I can’t really describe other than being a blob. I threw it onto the ground, and it grew to a decent sized hole. I jumped head-first into it and actually had no problem getting inside.

I found myself in this back alley, which was covered in snow and ice. I walked down the alley until I reached the back loading dock of this big department store. I passed this guy and started to make small talk.

“Lovely weather we’re having…” I sarcastically remark.
“Speak for yourself, bud. I’m sick of this snow.”
“Well at least it’s supposed to warm up soon.”
“I don’t care. This winter has lasted long enough. I say we end the tyrannical reign of the cold. WE SHOULD BOYCOTT WINTER!”

He continued to shout, which actually drew quite a crowd for his bizarre cause. Meanwhile, I snuck away awkwardly and went into the store before I woke up.

4.13.15

Last night, bed 9pm. Had the night off. Up at 8:15, BT sofa 8:22 to WILD.

DR 2:03

I'm standing in some town. Maybe 2 blocks away, I see some water rising over some tall wall. The wall is maybe 7 stories high, and water is coming over it in waves, violently. I'm not scared. Now I ahve water at my feet.

There is a boat on a nearby canal. We get on it, but when I learn it's going not where I want it to go, I jump off as they are untying it.

Farly good, adventurous feeling from the dream. Danger, but I know I'll be safe.

WILDing at 8:22
Didn't get a single thing. Not a falling asleep sensation, or relaxing, or HH... nothing.

DR
They remodeled our workplace. Now the batroom stall doors are all 2 wings, dark, polished wood with golden door knobs. I walk into the last stall. It's really large. Potty is right next to the wall, no gap. I find it strange, but use it anyway. A guy walks in, and I'm thinking, this is maybe part of the remodel, and doors have no locks.

But now there is a low wall between us, so I can see him, but he can see only my head.

I decide to go and exlpore the building. There are some old looking doors. I open one and peek inside. It's kinda dark inside, like curtains are drawn. But I can still see clearly. It's a storage room full of things. I'm thinking we can look for some things there if we need anything. I expect something supernatural to happen, but it doesn't happen.

I open the other door and room is same darkish, with filtered brown light. Its dusty looking. Again I expect something supernatural, but it doesn't happen.

I'm in a small class room in a dream 2 nights ago. These tiny hot air balloons come into the dream class room and I get excited. I'm shouting to the other young dream students.

"Look! Gifts for everyone"

I run around popping the tiny hot air balloons, that drops payloads from the hot air balloon's baskets on to individual students wooden desks.

I greedily grab my share of gifts. I'm greedily eating nice chocolate that was dangerling under a balloon.

Anyway

I woke from this dream 2 days ago but didn't put it here because I was embarrassed about me gobbling up some gift chocolate. But yesterday I woke from no remembered dreams but ideas.This morning the same thing happened.

So

I, just now, realised that New ideas are coming into Our Dreamviews dream classroom, and some of them will come to me to share. Yippppppppppeeeeeeeee

Go to sleep!

The dream took place late at night at my house. I was sitting on my laptop doing who knows what (Maybe I was on dreamviews?), when my father passed by the table. He appeared angry with me and wanted me to go to sleep so I wouldn't be tired tomorrow. I continued to use it when suddenly the scenery changed and I was on this roof looking at the night sky in a city that seemed to be Las Vegas. There was no one around me and I just continued what I was doing without questioning it. Fast forward a couple of hours and it was past midnight. The location changed back to my house and my father came back towards me. Angry, he started walking to me when suddenly he turned back to sit on the couch. He seemed to be talking to some person I "sensed" was a lady, though I couldn't see her from my position. I then woke up, and tried to take time to recall the dream but could not remember some details. It's funny how this dream occured, because last night I did stay up late and my father was angry with me :S.

Realized I've been using some weird technique to go back to sleep when I wake up. Realized that because it failed last night.

I assume I was painting with a smudge brush in my dream, and when I woke, I was still doing the same thing. I tried to paint my blankets, but the brush stroke was too short, not enough momentum, and I woke up. Not sure what else I could have used for a longer mental runway.

I was stuck on my bed and couldn't move. I heard a person moving around the hallway and thought it was my father. But I didn't want to wait to see who it was and tried to break loose. I couldn't though so i lay down and started calling for Dawn. I managed to break free and walked to the next room. I thought I found Dawn but didn't. It turned out to be a dc that kept changing forms. I was annoyed and was like " Pick one already!".

The next thing that happened after I walked away is that I entered another room with a boy who than showed me a group of dancing and singing Japanese men. They looked very colorful and bright. I found it odd and than the purple hair guy turned into a British man who started complaining about a little girl touching his hair. After that a boy that was present told me we have to go back in time.

I wasn't interested in going back in time though and started walking fast trying to find Dawn. The room's lights began fading. So I tried jumping to reach the light i saw. For some reason unknown to me I started singing something that came to my mind as i thought of healing light. "The little mulberry tree~" I kept saying it, ended up outside and was flying as i thought of Dawn. Suddenly a DC ran up to me and handed me a CD. The picture of the CD showed a girl laying on a dimly lit floor,dead?,with red rose petal spread out around. "Are you saying this is supposed to happen to me!?" I asked the dc. But it ran away.

After that i tried flying away but a girl and her father tried shooting me.I tried summoning a pink barrier but it wasn't working so i just stood against the wall wondering what would happen.

After that i woke up than went back to sleep and ended up having the dream below.

I appeared in a house that looked somewhat like my house. There were four girls and a mother present. As i was looking at children books the mom and the daughter were arguing until the daughter made a rude remark. The mother ran to her bed and was crying near another lady. Suddenly the mom said she had enough and pulled out a long silver blade with no hold. I took it away slowly and told her to calm down.

I than flew to the living room and saw that outside were girls with guns and knives. They told the other girls to open the door so that they could shoot them. I decided this was a waste of dream time and flew through the corner of the house than flew away. One of the girls managed to catch up to me though and asked me where i thought i was going. I said "I'm just flying away." casually. Than the girl said "Oh.Ok" let me go, than left. I woke up after that.

I recall only brief moments. It was a continuation of The Road to Nowhere dream. I recall walking on the roadside. The old sailor stopped and ate raspberries, while I turned left and went for the mountains. I slowly climbed up, and woke up before reaching the peak.

We are coming up on 550 DJ entries, my goodness.

That said. I know WBTB works, particularly because I usually (like I did last night) seem to WBTB twice, meaning that I have three chances to become lucid rather than one. (Once before the first awakening, once after the first awakening, and once after my second awakening.) I've just got to figure out ways of making it a very reliable technique. I'll make a list of factors (bedtime, food, mantras, etc) and maybe experiment with slightly different variations to see what produces the best results.


So the first dream was very odd. I was working with my parents and other people from our subdivision to plant rows of pine trees. This is because (IWL) our neighborhood is next to the clean water plant and when the winds are blowing the right way, our whole neighborhood can start smelling like a middle school bathroom. They said that they wanted pine trees because they were the best at catching the smell. I thought it was odd because I couldn't smell the clean water plant at all.

...

I became lucid and left everybody. It felt like we were in an orchard now, we had planted so many trees. I felt like doing a lucid dare even though I made those a lower priority now. I had a false memory that I had a lucid dare/totm to fly to the moon, that of I had falsely remembered that I was meeting there with DawnEye11. Or I remembered a previous LD where I had tried to fly to the moon and failed.

Flames on, we're flying! I looked down and saw that I was about fifty feet off the ground. All of the DCs stopped working on planting trees and stared up at me in amazement/confusion, asking how I was flying. You know, i'll be honest. It's starting to get old.

I looked up at the moon. I knew with my standard flying technique it would take me all night to fly to the moon. I had to cheat. So I looked up in the sky and imagined the moon coming closer. At first it didn't work, but then the blue sky turned black and the moon started to fill up my vision. I regained control. I was flying at hyperspeed through space.

The moon was coming up quick. I went around the dark side, sweeping low across the terrain. So low that I kicked up a bunch of moon dust and made a trail across the surface. I made a complete orbit and came around the dark side again, this time pulling 'up' twoard the north pole. There was a big flat crater here that looked like a good place to land.

I halted my velocity and thought to move down toward the surface only to go flying at the surface at some absurd speed. I had to quickly freeze myself again. I was only a couple miles above the surface now. It was also now that I noticed that the moon was kind of a beige/sandy color rather than grey.

Okay, I need to descend slowly! Just like in KSP landing on the moon is a delicate art...

I shot back down at hyperspeed, even faster than before. Everything went dark for a second and I heard rock and dust exploding. I stood up and I had made a fifty foot wide crater for myself. I'm so lucky that I am invincible. I still remember shouting something profane when I hit the moon though.

I decided I wanted to look up in the sky and see earth. But when I looked up at the direction I had came from, I didn't just see earth. I saw ALL the planets. They were all in a straight horizontal row, about moon sized in the sky. Some were a little bit bigger than others.

"Mercury... Venus... Earth... Mars... Jupiter... Saturn.. Uranus... Neptune... even Pluto!"

I started bouncing around in the gravity of the moon. Kudos to the dream for getting the gravity right. Even though I don't think I was wearing a space suit...

I then saw a plastic container full of art supplies, things like colored pencils, pastels, paints, etc. I remember thinking "How did that get here?" I tried to pick it up and examine it. It seemed like it was attached to the ground. I couldn't pull it up, but I could push it down given enough force.

I continued walking around. The beige/sandy color of the moon was beginning to shift to red, and I was starting to get a mars vibe. I saw a small canyon, that it looked like water had run through at one point. There was an Easter basket with a card on it.

"To: Jade (this seems to have become my dream name...)
From: Stanley (for some reason I read it Stan Lee, like the guy from Marvel comics.)

I know it's a little late, but happy Easter. Hint: This basket weighs a lot."

Some how or other I picked up on the idea that this was like the cube from portal and I had to put it on the art supply case (button), so I did that. I heard a door open somewhere and saw a tiny trapdoor about halfway between the button and the spot where I found the basket. It looked like it carried on underground with a metal slide.

I wasn't sure how I was supposed to fit down there. I tried sticking one leg down the door and figured maybe some weird dream logic would take over and pull me down. But it didn't.

I tried to shrink myself, and I think it worked. I shrunk to about two feet tall, and at that point I fell down the slide into an underground facility. For some reason, the slide split into three. The slide on the right went to a shredder. The slide on the middle went to a sewing machine. The slide on the right would drop me into a bin full of newspapers. I tried to lean to the right but ended up going down the middle.

I came to the sewing machine. It was motion activated and a robot arm came out and tried to stitch me together, but I pushed it away as best I could. But when I got off at the end of the slide, my leg was full of stitches and bleeding everywhere. It didn't hurt though.

The room had an office feel to it. There were filing cabinets and in the middle, this big machine. For some reason I assumed it was for making comic books since the tag on the Easter basket read Stan Lee. A man in an office chair was facing a desk. He turned around. He had short black hair and looked to be about 40 years old.

"I am Rick Lee. Do you want to know the answer to life's greatest mystery?"

"Um... yeah... I'm bleeding a lot, do you have a bandage? What is life's greatest mystery, anyway?" I guess my lucidity and therefore my invincibility were wearing off...

"I know what Master Chief's face looks like! Here let me show you..."

I woke up.

-WBTB-

I had an oversize zit (on my tooth...?) that I had to pop. It exploded with enough force to knock me over. I'm going to skip over the details because... this dream was really disgusting.

Something to do with playing this game with people in my neighborhood. Both kids and adults were throwing these hackney sacks at each other for fun.

I was semi lucid and for some reason my stomach kept growling. I got impatient and yelled "Shut up, I can eat when I wake up!"

-WBTB-

I was pulled over by the side of the road. I recognized the area as part of my route to college. I had taken a barbecue grill out of my car and was grilling hamburgers for myself while I worked on my final project for my drawing class.

A squal blew in pretty quickly. I grabbed my drawing project and put it in the back seat of my car. I heard thunder and it had already started to rain. I knew I would have to come back for the grill.

...

I somehow found myself driving across someone's front lawn, knocking over their porch, fences, some small trees. I was semi lucid so I didn't really care. I got out of the car and had somehow transitioned to a plaza in the middle of a city.

I became fully lucid. I think I did a nose pinch RC just to confirm. I remembered my #1 priority dream goal. I knew I had to manifest her to figure out where to start.

"Manei, Kuansen Axio Sosunbulee. Alright she should show up any second now..."

I looked around and saw my parents appear. IWL they have been in LA all week, and they were happy to see me. I then saw my dead grandmother as well. For some reason she had ashes on one side of her face. This might have been a reference to the fact that she was cremated. I waved to her and she smiled and waved back.

Where is Manei...?

The dream faded to black and the scene changed. It was nighttime. I was standing on the surface of a lake. There were outlines of trees all around. The sky above was a bluish green nebula full of really bright stars. But, reflected on the lake it was a reddish-brown nebula, also full of really bright stars.

It took me a second to make her out, but I could see Manei. There were really interesting lighting conditions, she was lighted red from the bottom and blue on the top.

"So what's this about a naked picture of you on the internet?"

"You figured it out. It was only a test. You are too smart for your own good."

"So, everything is okay then?"

She floated over and hugged me. The amazing visuals went foul and the dream became more focused on touch. I've never been what you call a hugger but I hugged her back anyway. The last thing I remember was her leaning over and wispering into my right ear.

"Everything is okay."

For some odd reason I was able to see her face and the back of my head and shoulders when she said that. I lost the dream and woke up.



Even though it was only about 6:00, I couldn't go back to sleep. I sure tried though. I knew I was on a roll.

Morning of April 13, 2015. Monday.



My family and I seem to be living back on Duffy Street, though the apartment unit on the other side does not seem present. However, one feature also reminds me of the very large antique wooden expanding table in the living room in Cubitis. I notice a large envelope (somewhat like an A4 manilla envelope though white) from the Department of Education on the table and I see that it had not been opened. I decide to open it as it may be important information. I notice an email address on a piece of paper inside but do not note what it is.

Somehow, even though the envelope was fairly thin, a thick though digest-size catalog comes out. It is a softcover book listing educational resources (including math and science lab items including model dinosaurs) as well as playground equipment. Looking through it, I see that the print is so small that it is inherently unreadable. I go outside into the backyard (which then seems somewhat like being on either Barolin Street or our present house rotated ninety degrees to the west) and show it to my wife and youngest son. My son says that even he cannot see what anything says after my wife says she cannot read the tiny print. As in another recent dream, some of the writing seems related to statistics tables or other data and is printed sideways on the page.

Yet again, this was related to something my wife was seeing and thinking about which I could not have known about, yet which entered my dream - something that has been happening almost continuously, and it has clarified for me why I dreamt so often of my “mystery girl” (validated to have been my wife in every detail) long before we made contact (and oddly enough, seemingly before she was born). I now wonder, along with the conscious Blue Pearl event (which seems to be some form of telepathy) how many other people are bonded this way and perhaps either know or have no idea (or even have an iota of belief in such things). I have read of others experiencing the Blue Pearl, but not so obviously linked to another person and validated as such (it is often attributed to “higher entities”, even “angels” of some sort - also related to healing and a feeling of ecstasy).

In this case, it was related to my wife looking at a book (which my youngest son had wanted): "What the Dinosaurs did Last Night" (Refe & Susan Tuma) and contemplating the nearly unreadable tiny print (especially for a children’s book). I found it hard to believe that a children’s book would have phrases in print that seems only about half the size of the print in adult paperback novels and bordering on being too small to even see. Obviously, very poor judgement was used in the making of the book (relative to type), though the images and plot are fairly well done. Looking it up on the Internet, even the first Amazon review I see reports “The font size is way too small”.

In another dream or offset section of this dream, I walk into the garage, which now seems related to the apartment on Duffy Street (again, the other apartment unit and the adjoining garage not present). I need to get a printer to print some pages of affirmations and dream-making declarations. I see my (fictional) long cream-colored printer. I go to get it out and notice that there must have been a bit of flooding in the garage. There is something that resembles a cup-holder on the right side of the printer and where at least two sets of cords are connected from the bottom of that section. When I pick it up, water comes out and I am aware that I will likely not be able to use it until it is all dried out.

This is actually the second time I dreamt of a computer printer being filled with water, the last time being relevant to one in a kitchen sink (from January 22 of this year). The cord concern seems based on a real-life event where a plumber temporarily triggered the safety switch and power outage due to an extension cord socket being partly filled with water while lying on the wet grass.

Other dreams involving water in a problematic or unlikely area have related to a desk drawer, a window sill, a mopboard (skirting), and a transistor radio (from years ago), though in all these cases, being an actual spray or implied conduit.

The 1st half of the dream I was getting ready to return home. On the way they way I was going to drop off my daughters are their mams.
I was waiting around for something before I could leave.
While waiting and to pass the time I decided to clean the car. I noticed I had 2 bottles of soap and a bottle of something else in my hands. I also had a dry cloth rolled up like a cigar. I squirted soap on the back of the front seats and began cleaning / wiping it off. To keep my daughters busy I went inside and asked my youngest daughter to sweep the floor. She couldn't find the sweeping brush so I decided to help her look. I found it in the hallway on my way out.
Also in the house were my daughters step sisters. I picked up the youngest of them who had no shoes on to say hi.
My dad asked me if I would run an errand for him. I said no. Later when I was busy and my back was turned my youngest sister started to drive off in my car to do the errand. I caught her and hold her that I had already said 'no' to dad. I said this to her when she was half way down the drive way. My dad overheard because he was in the garden beside the driveway.
I told me sister to turn around at the first available opportunity which she did.

Back at the house I went out the front door of the house. I noticed that my dad was cutting the tall and unattended trees that ran parallel to the front of the house. He was using a silent motorized saw. I quickly put my hands up to protect my head from a tree that was falling. I caught it just in time. Also the last tree I noticed had several full horizontal cuts and I remember wondering how it was still standing. I remember telling myself this is allowed because I'm dreaming.
I then walked to my left and noticed movement. I noticed a large octopus approximately the size of a car moving towards a damp shaded clay patch beside me. It was a dark'ish color with moss and old twigs on its back. Looking at it front ways it looked like a giant crab.

The crab saw me. Its mouth was approximate 4 to 5 feet wide. I felt I would need to be on guard so I picked up a long think branch to poke it if it came close. Which it did. I pushed the branch into the back of its mouth. It stopped. I then noticed a 2nd octopus behind it. I noticed I was at the bottom of a dark and damp steep hill. I felt the only way to back away from these creatures was to walk backwards up the hill. As I started walking the 2nd octopus climbed over the 1st one. Again I had to use the stick. But I started to fear I might not out run them. I proceeded up the hill. As I got higher and higher I no longer saw the top. It was like climbing a mountain were you just see a new higher horizon.
I felt the creatures could appear at any minute but I couldn't see them.

My initial thoughts:
I don't get on with my dad at all. I always say 'no' to him. But I don't tell others not to do something he asks. Normally I'm ok with someone borrowing my car.
I've never been too fond of the power of an octopus to crush things nor do I like the look of crabs.