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This entry is going to differ a little from the usual simply because something fairly odd happened to me last night. I've never heard/read of it happening (though I am sure it is a regular occurrence) ,so I'm not certain as to what to call it. In any case, I'm going to describe what took place and maybe someone can shed some light on it

I am sitting down at a table, in a café. Looking around me, the colour of the walls strike me as lovely, being a warm and inviting orange. The establishment itself looks very comfortable, typical of the south of France or Spain. The tables were round and white, the floor was marble, with the counter facing the entrance. I was sitting away from it, a little removed from the customers. The happy chatter and laughter, the clatter of cutlery and general bustling of life which emanated from my surroundings just made the sunny afternoon feel even more like summer, and it lulled me gradually to sleep. I had been using the café as a place to study, seeing as it was also where I worked. Now far too tired to carry on, I fold my arms on the table and rest my head upon them. Feeling strangely comfortable, I fall asleep.

This is where it gets a bit weird.

Before me stands a woman, dressed as Katniss from the Hunger Games. I know it isn't her, but I don't know who she is either. She smiles and beckons to me, telling me to come towards her without actually saying a word. I begin to do so, but stop midway. She frowns as realisation dawns on me. This is a dream! Grinning I congratulate myself on finally becoming lucid. This new found lucidity leads me to thinking the following; This is a dream. Therefore, I know I can manipulate the environment! More determined than ever, I pull myself out of the fake Katniss dream and back into the café dream. I then proceed to pull the fake Katniss out with me, so that we both end up in the café. The issue here is that given the fact that I thought the fake Katniss dream was a dream, I reasoned that the café must be real. I essentially genuinely believed that I had managed to bring my dream character to life through lucidity. What is even weirder is the fact that I was completely unrestrained by any dream plot or narrative. I could do what I wanted. It was definitely a completely different atmosphere to my usual, non lucid dreams. Anyway, throughout the rest of the dream, we chat happily about various things, whilst drinking coffee. I realise that as soon as my attention wanes away from her, fake Katniss begins to disappear. For this reason, I feel compelled to remain with her until the dream ends.

Well, there you have it. I still don't fully understand what went on, but it was a lot of fun!

Sleep time: I've been having trouble sleeping lately. The last time I checked my phone before I eventually fell asleep, it was around midnight. I was woken up by someone else today at around 7:15 am.

I'm not sure if this was one consecutive dream, or several small dreams, because I remember bits and pieces that don't really relate to each other much.

I remember a person being given a baby on the sidewalk by someone walking by. Either that, or they found it in a puddle on the curb. I think I was the person's friend. We asked two people who passed by if there was a hospital nearby. They said there wasn't. My friend tried to wrap the baby in their coat. It was raining. It was evening, I think. Either that, or the rain made it darker than it was. I asked the people if they knew of someplace where we could at least find a bed for the baby to sleep in. They pointed and said the name of two streets I don't remember. I looked at my friend, but the friend looked like they knew the area, so I didn't say anything.

That was one part. The next part was me and a lot of other children. I was younger than I am now. We were put into groups of two by one person who seemed to be a teacher, and someone else who seemed to be the teacher's assistant. The children were supposed to talk about things, and then high-five when one of them talked about something they both wanted/agreed with. We were all sitting underneath a bridge, I just remembered. On the ground, facing each other and sitting with our legs crossed. The teacher and assistant were higher up on some grass, watching us.

The child I was with said something about being taken to a better place than this. I don't remember what they said exactly, but it sounded nice the way they said it, so I nervously gave them a high-five. I then started to get worried because I didn't actually know that much about it, and I had a feeling that saying I was all up for it would lead to something bad. I asked them if you could come back from that place if you didn't like it. I don't remember what they said back, but they high-fived me harder this time. I guess to make it look more confident to the teacher.

Then I was on a ship. I think this was part of that dream. I was going with them to this "better place." I was nervous though. I think me being nervous made the teacher afraid of one of us backing out. I remember that at some point, someone who had been with the teacher from the very beginning had passed away. I was talking with the teacher outside the ship, looking at the stars. The view was third-person this time, and it looked like I was playing a video game that involved making choices. The teacher asked me if they should give the deceased person a traditional burial (which was sending them into space, I believe). One of the options was something like "He's been with us for a long time, don't you owe this to him?" I guess it was a big deal to be properly buried, at least with this group of people, especially since the person had been so loyal.

I don't remember much of the rest, but I think I got too nervous about saying the wrong thing. My time to make choices ran out and I ended up picking whatever. I was then on the ship again. I think the teacher was upset, or they had an ulterior motive the whole time, or the "better place" actually wasn't real or that good of a place. I think the teacher had a feeling that I knew this, and that I was scared. They told me to go to the back of the ship, I believe. To get supplies, or something. I went, and the ship turned upside-down. The hallways were now tubes, and I had to crawl/slide through them. I found the person who we thought had passed away. They told me that they were going to go to the control room, because something bad was going to happen. I don't remember if they said this, but that was the feeling I got.

They told me to go find everyone and get them into the safe room, which looked like a large closet. They ran down the hall to the control room, which was near the back of the ship. I just remembered, I was wearing a hooded robe. It was purple. When I went to get the supplies, my robe started changing to different patterns, or to pajamas. The view was third-person then, but quickly went back to first-person as I tried to go through the tubes. I couldn't go to most places on the ship, because there was nothing to grab onto, so it was hard to go through the tubes that were slanted upwards.

That's all I remember, I think.

Morning of March 24, 2015. Tuesday.



As I have mentioned in the past, I do not always include the details of how the majority of my dreams since earliest childhood have (sometimes impersonal or trivial) visually precognitive layers that are too precise to be by chance. This time though, I am including the relevant notes, because even I thought that it would be ridiculous that a “miniature apartment building” (of the same size orientation as my dream) would be erected near our home - in reality, after a huge amount of digging right near the outer wall of our home ensued. In fact, there was no clue that this would be happening; no letters, visits, or calls; no warnings about this project whatsoever - and is now considered by us as the most thoughtless act we have ever endured from people, though at least we did not have to leave our home from old asbestos being broken up in our own yard with no warning (with the associated health risk) as with certain other families.

This dream has a very similar fictional setup and focus as other recent dreams though this one is proven to be related to overlooking an actual miniature city (or model) - unlike my other dreams where it seemed a “real” city was oddly or partially rendered in-dream (so as to only appear somewhat model-like from the extremely high building I was in). However, the overall feeling of being very high in Earth’s atmosphere is very vivid and seemingly real at first. Eventually, though, again, it turns out that I am in a high building but the cityscape below is some sort of expansive model as far as I can see in two directions from my (fictional) corner apartment. I become aware of this because I see several boys running around some time after looking at the view and thus it is proven to be a model. It seems to be fairly late at night.

The boys do not seem mischievous. I note with interest that the buildings and streets are very realistic for a model in some ways (primarily the layout and overall design) though they lack more intricate detail and color variations. One boy is about the same height as a model four-storey apartment building. Most of the model’s layout includes parking lots and smaller industrial buildings. I am still in the highest building in the region, it seems, though possibly only on the third floor at this later point. I do not question why a model city would encompass so much of an otherwise normal neighborhood or at least the one normal building I am living in. I am aware that other people live here as well. (Of course this “miniature city” correctly foreshadowed the NBN network. Small craters also appeared everywhere in the neigborhood which had to be filled later on and NBN workers shouted near our house for weeks, as early as five in the morning. People could not communicate by telephone for over a day.)

Later on, it seems to be during the day. There are two bright points of light in the sky, one nearly directly above the other but by a fair distance (around forty-five degrees and seventy degrees inclination). Assuming the directional orientation is the same as our present real house on the corner, the lights are in the northwest area of the sky. One is seemingly a planet (Mars or Venus assumed) but the other (the higher one) is some sort of meteor. Even though it is a meteor, it is understood to be a regularly occurring event similar to the appearance of a comet. For quite some time, I think about its potential of approaching and hitting Earth. I even hear a boy ask his mother, “Will the meteor hurt the earth’s body?” At one point, I have a disconcerting idea that the meteor will eventually hit my building, even my apartment, though this is based on the ridiculous (though seemingly clear) in-dream assumption that I can tell what direction it is moving even though it is still only a small point of light in the sky. (Of course, in reality, meteors do not remain in one part of the sky as such as in my dream.)

Eventually, the meteor does hit, though it is in the distance, directly north. There is a huge explosive impact; soil and debris being cast out in a wide arc. I hear a rumbling and an extraordinarily loud whistling wind (of a lower pitch), the nature of the impact (including the sounds) seeming quite vivid and realistic at this point. I am aware that this will eliminate all life on Earth though I do not feel that fearful for some reason. However, at this point, my dream quickly grows duller in awareness. For some reason my “last act” is to say goodbye to my wife’s younger half-sister in a sarcastic manner (with a slight awareness that her mother is there as well). At this point, the rendering is crude and highly distorted and ambiguous. Somehow she lives in the room in my sister’s house (on the first floor) that I used to reside in before coming to Australia over twenty years ago (she has never been to America). At the same time, I am still inside the fictional tall apartment building I had been in at the beginning of my dream (and on the third floor), but yet with an implication that I am also outside at ground level at the same time - a distorted trilocation event (which is not all that uncommon in my dreams).

First night I dreamed I was at some kind of Mardi Gras event. All around me were people in fantastic costumes. And dancing. I was somehow in charge of the wardrobe section and there were people queuing for outfits. I was rifling through the racks and pulled out an exquisite velvet green dress with black piping. Some girl asked if she could wear it, I said no you can't becuase Shirley Bassey always wears this when she performs and she might turn up.

Second night I dreamed I was was taking my son and his friends to a running competition. I was in some kind of low level electric bike. Miraculously we all seemed to fit on this thing and I was going up hill to the venue. On arrival at the venue my son and his friends disappeared to prepare for their race, I looked around and again there were lots of people in fantastic costumes, including my mother in law and sister in law. It was then that I thought "oh hang on, didn't I dream this sort of thing last night??
So I knew it was a dream, in my dream, but somehow I was distracted by a pregnant lady who was half dressed on the steps and then I was helping another lady cover the lower half of her body with a sheet to preserve her modesty ( turns out my good friend gave birth during the night?) that's when the dream ended but I was excited next day as i realised that I had for the first time recognised it was a dream

I was in home. The whole place was changed, and created convulted maze of labyrinthine corridors and rooms. I was training with classmates, running up and down the stairs to attic. The attic itself was changing, from old and abandoned, to a part of palace.

I ran down, and entered a nearby room. There was an old man sitting on a chair. He was reading newspaper, but was interrupted by classmates. They have thrown one of them on the man. He was spinning and floating slowly towards the man. I ran upstairs to the attic-palace.

Red colour dominated in the room. It had antique wooden furniture ornamented with silver. I heard someone screaming something about bogeyman in that room. I don't wanted to go away, and I had a weird idea. I licked the air, and felt strong, sweet taste. After a while I realised that I licked the bogeyman in the face. I felt a bite on my left arm, and woke up.

3.23.15

Nap from 3 to 6:30

Tons of dreams, feels like dreaming the whole time.

1.
I was pullng scabs or whatever from skin without looking, when I pull something and it's like 3 inches long. I see a bloody root of a plant in my hand. I look at the other end and it's like a clover leaf. I find moss and other plants on my body. (from Bridge to Terabithia I watched the other day, where the dog ripped a chunk of moss from the troll's body).

2.
I'm in a one story hotel room that sits 5 feet from the take-off runway. I watch all kinds of diff planes take off from left to right and I'm telling someone what a cool hotel. It's winter, I walk outside and watch from there. Some kid starts to play on the runway and I tell him he better not, coz you know, the airplanes.

3.
There is a train going by the airfield and one wagon has opened side and bunch of kids are sitting there like on a disney ride "soaring over california". Someone shots a sotgun into them and one kid slides out all like wtf?

4.
Coworker A. is banging on some door handle to make it work. It's pretty consistent with his regular behaviour.

5.
I'm at work which is a swimming pool, and I'm cutting some beef to cook it up, coz hungry.

6.
I'm telling someone about my post I made today "sensations in head on verge of a WILD". And I demonstate my sensations by rolling on the bed and making sound effects.

I met with my friend in multiple dreams. [B]However when those dreams happened, I didn't even know him.
What's even weirder than that is that he had these dreams from his own perspective around one year ago.
I experienced these dreams 3 years ago.[/B]
Before the super market . [B]Again[/B]
Now it was daylight , the place was swarming with terrorists\guerillas
So I was like "lets screw somebody up"
I zoomed to the far away buildings' there was somebody walking
I stretched my hands and started to shoot big fireballs
Meanwhile : my friend just walks on the street around that particular building, when suddenly a fireball almost toasts off his head and was like "WTF are you doing?!?! stop! its me!"
Ofc I didn't know who it is , doesnt even heard his sound. I far firing, people were shooting like mad,
rpg etc flew. He jumps up after one of the buildings collapse and he still dont know what hit him.
Then he starts to jump towards me ,actually he jumps very big and flies towards me , I don't care ,I just sending those majestic flames into his direction , I feel awesome, yeah.

Then He arrives, He's just about to stop me , but he's woke up in that moment.
I've seen something nearing me , and before I've seen it , he dissappeared. Nevermind.

side note:Seriously most of these dreams were always before the supermarket or in it . damn.

In the next dream I meet him
I feel very easy and I say
-"Whassup bitch. I started to think you won't be here, here , let me show you those cubes"
Then I take out those cubes from a pack
-"These called "lymnitrix" , these are training program , you get in , and get out. Touch it.
He does so
and now he's in a training level, there is floating plates he needs to jump through to the end point, while he does this he needs to fight with a swarm of giant insects.
And so he does, he uses lightning , sword combat ,combines the two. He wokes up
Meanwhile I jump into another program. Now I'm on top of a large building in my city . There's another one.
And then theres those floating stones , Giant bees are coming so I get ready.
I use fire , lightning, I kill many of em' , I throw my sword into one of em, then I tame a bee and continue fighting like that. at a point , the dream ends.


In Another dream, I follow somebody, now , its the right side of the supermarket, I walk around.
Its winter , everthing is in snow. I wanted to spy somebody , so I think about a plan.
Then I got it .
I hide on to the roof and watch from above if anyone comes, but must be at alert , so nobody sees me.
A guy comes, a guard. I hide, and I watch , but I watched too long. I feel that he seen me.
I fall back and after a moment, a big lightning bolt comes through , severing the wall and the roof, it got my head almost .
I stand up , run out and warp down the ground. I shoot a lightning bolt , he shoots , Blocked it .
after a moment I shoot quickly again , I killed the guard. He dissappears.
"- What the hell was that, I supposed to spy somebody else, not this guy. Now I kicked him out of dream?
what can I do now? " I thinked
and stood here , confused till the dream collapsed.

I'm not sure of when this dream happened but I'll leave this here.

Another dream
Me and my present friends were grouping at a house. we were sitting around a wooden table .
Then I took a knife and stab the table , I had a glasses and I was in my rambo mood.
-"Guys, we got to do ... something big."
-"What do you mean?"
"-Something big ..explosions , robbing ,beating ,anything..."
At this point my memory is foggy, in the end we agree of doing something
there is my drunkard friend to , he justs sits and do nothing more than drinking
-"Give me that fucking wine , you drunken bastard"
I take the wine , drink some.
As we leave the friends mother throw a bottle which almost catches his head .
Dream ends.

Next will be the final chapter of "The Other Side" the dream where I had my final fight with a powerfull dc, probably another dreamer, but who knows....

1. This dream played out like a movie, except instead of watching from the outside, I was a presence inside the girl’s head and I knew more about what was going on than her.

The girl is standing with a man. He asks her if she needs something to read, and when she says yes, asks which kinds of books she had. She answers, ‘nature and werewolves’. Apparently something had happened to her copies. I was waiting for him to react to the latter term because I ‘knew’ he was one.

He leaves, and she’s holding some kind of tablet of his. I think to snoop around in it but dismiss it. She puts it on the round table nearby.

Gap.

She’s in a room. It’s really blurry here, but she gets really sick and pukes. She tries to reassure the man that it must be because she only ate twice that day. But I wonder if the man will suspect that it’s because she’s turning into a vampire herself and can’t process food normally anymore.

Meanwhile, I suddenly have this knowledge that the man is a vampire, and is looking for this sort of leader of the vampires, or at least his group, named Karen, and the girl could be her.

I remember that the girl had dark, longer hair with some kind of braided hairstyle. She was around 17-20 in age.

Inspiration: I’m wondering if the vampire thing naturally led to the girl being Elena from Vampire Diaries. IDK why I’m having so many werewolf dreams, they don’t even turn –into- werewolves in them!

2. Blurry fragment. I’m at this machine sitting on a counter looking at the option for these black plastic cups. You could get a smaller sized amount or 14. We needed 15 but I have no choice but to get the 14. Something about food. Gap. Mom is there and says something about being thankful for an extra cup being left there by someone. She pressed a button and a bucket thing with the cups in it starts descending down into the counter.

Inspiration: We have these sturdy plastic cups but there aren’t many left, and mom used some of them for something a couple of days ago and I was worried she was just going to throw them away after.

3. I was looking at some website that made me nostalgic. A lot of people made pages dedicated to certain things like a series or character, and they’d post a bunch of stuff on them like fanart and they were really popular, but they started getting deleted (maybe even by the people themselves) and then it sort of fell into disuse.

Inspiration: Gave me strong déjà vu, but I don’t recall a site like that. Maybe inspired by Tumblr+LJ, because I was thinking about it earlier.

4. Something about mom telling me Jack was working.

5. Grandma asks me about this cereal we have IWL, I answer back and she says that it’s going stale.

Inspiration: Me wondering if people would finish the cereal in time.

3.23.15

Last night fel asleep on sofa at 8:30, moved to bed. WBTB 6:05-6:35. Woke up from lucids at 8:38

I was very excited for april ToTMs. Tasks have not been voted on yet, but I picked some from the suggestions as my lucid goals. I really want to:

- take a shower - I practiced this while falling asleep, telling myself I have only one t-shirt on and shorts, no underwear, because too many layers trip me up.

- get blown away by wind - also practiced as I'm blown up to the orbit, maybe to ISS

- make it rain inside of a room

So as I'm WILDing, my cats leave me alone for at least 20 min. Then they start walking on me and sleeping, one by one. I sigh a sigh of relief, since I'm so used to WILDing with them, it's like a good luck charm.

So when my boy seddles in and falls asleep on me, I keep listening to him purr, while I'm getting more and more relaxed. I kinds wish though he fell asleep already, stopped fidgeting and purring so loud, haha.

*
I see myself in a bed in a dormitory style large room. I think there is more beds, but I'm alone, except one other person I'm talking to. It maybe my cat or my mind, because my thoghts from falling asleep continue here.

I can't wait to be lucid. I finally think I am and I stand up and walk away. I see my cat moved and I feel my "real" muscles moved, so I know I'm not asleep yet and return to bed to do it again. LOL. Only I was asleep and my dream body walked away and I got tricked that it was the physical one. : D

So I'm 'trying to get relaxed again" haha, I notice my left leg is bent and I know I should make it straigt. This is all already in a dream, only I'm thinking it's not. I try to "levitate" and "up", and make my dream left arm move up to confirm that I'm asleep, but nothing happens. Danged, this is first time it happened.

Ok, so I know a sure way to a lucid, haha. I push my head backwards and I feel like I'm pushing too hard (only I'm not, coz already asleep, hahaah). But I do transition finally and realize I'm dreaming.

I feel like I did bunch of stuff, like 1-2 TOTMs by the time I end up in my mom's hallway and I remember what to do next. I want to make it rain inside. So I look up and...

Oh yeah, this is what I did before: I flew up to the lamp in mom's hallway and wrote GAB in the dust on the lamp. I wanted to check in the morning. Too bad I live thousands of miles from my mom's place.

Make it rain in the room. Ok, so I look up and say "rain". I start hearing some sounds from the outside. The hallway has no windows to the outside, because is surrounded by other rooms. So I listen and it sounds like raindrops are starting to fall on windows and the roof. I imagine a window and rain flowing down on it, just like I saw in the movie "castaway" last night (when at the end they were both sitting in a car outside of her house). Rain hitting the roof is now loud. I'm thinking it's not gonna rain inside, when I feel a wet drop on my right hand. I look at it and I'm thinking maybe I just spit on it as I was talking. But there is another one, and another one. It start to really pour now, it's raining cats and dogs, haha. There are some opening higher on the wall, and suddenly water comes gushing from there. I'm up to my ankles now. I'm thinking I better get out before the whole room gets filled.

I tried to get myself blown by the wind, but I didn't work, and I didn't stay to try longer.
I think I totally forgot about the shower TOTM, unless that happened in the first part which I don't remember at all.

Dreaming ended by me getting into some underground rooms that belonged to some resistance. I was the leader ofc. I tried to get out of there. Opened a door but it was a closet, tried again, and same closet.

Somehow I got out and I'm on the street, trying to put some paper or plastic sheets on my feet as I didn't have any shoes. I see a police car (asian police car, white with blue and red stripe, from the movie Bourne legacy I watched that day). And I'm like hell, now they got me. But they were there for something else. But now I'm sure they noticed me and they are coming to me next.

First dream fragment

I was playing Blood. I was standing on the shore, and I was holding sawed-off shotgun. It was raining.

Second dream fragment

I was in the school, in a classroom. It was really warm and sunny afternoon. Sunshine was giving everything strong glow. I looked back, and saw one of the classmates. He had dark hair, brown eyes and was wearing casual clothes. A white t-shirt with grey stripes. He put his hand into a pocket, and took an SD card out. He said:

- I have an SD card!

The night before last I had no recall whatsoever. There is some stress involved in my life rite now since I've been really busy, but it shouldn't be to the point of impacting me this badly. It's been frustrating these last two nights since what little time I've had to myself has been committed to lucid dreaming practice and that has been utterly fruitless.

This morning I preformed two WBTBs.

I recalled nothing when I woke up from this session.

-5:50am WBTB- (Hahaha! Perfect 90-minute sleep cycle there.)

I had some vauge fragments after falling back to sleep. Should have wrote them down...

-7:20 WBTB-

Something to do with this police lineup. The police had rounded up all of these people in the central park of a major city. I think some of the police were the robots from the movie Chappie. They had rounded up all of these people into a big crowd and were trying to return them to their families.

At some point I was one of the robots and I was helping to capture the people by chasing them through the park and shooting them with taser bullets.

Two of the police robots approached me. They said that they wanted to return Manei to me. They made this random girl step forward who looked nothing like her at all. I became semi-lucid.

She wasn't wearing any top, only pants, and was extremely skinny. She had a dark blue tattoo pattern all over the left side of her body and had dark green eyes and shoulder-length black hair. I tried to explain that this wasn't Manei. The girl was saying that she had never seen me before either, but the police were convinced that we were a dreamer-guide pair.

...

I was one of the robots again. I was at the hardware store trying to buy supplies so that I could repair myself.

1. I was outside of my friend Patrick's house. It was daytime and the sky was clear and blue. Me, Joseph, Trey, Dylan, and Pat, were all standing around talking to each other. Suddenly a car pulls into a house that has been for sale for a while. "I'm going to hit up that girl in there guys", Pat tells us. I look over and see an Indian family get out of the car and go inside of the house. My curiosity heightens. Joseph, being the outgoing guy that he is, decided that it would be fun to go over there and tease the girl somehow. Since we had nothing else to do, we go with Joseph over to this girl's house.
Once we get over there, we walk inside. We don't knock on the door or ring the doorbell, we just walk in. As we do so, we find nobody in the house except for Joseph's younger brother and his little sister. We all decide to chill and sit down for a bit. I sit down at a desk that has a computer on it and I look up random stuff. Dylan comes over to the desk and I start showing him pairs of high-tops that look fresh. I remember showing him a white pair of Supra TK Society II's and a few other Supra's. Suddenly, Joseph's brother and sister come over to where me and Dylan are and start watching. I start talking to his sister, trying to entertain her since she's only 8 or 9.
Eventually I get up away from the computer, and after talking to Joseph's brother for a little bit I walk outside. Everyone else comes out with me. As we get outside, we all start walking back to Patrick's house. As we are all walking back and talking at the same time, Joseph starts to walk slow and falls behind from the group. I look back and see him walking pretty far away from us. Suddenly, he teleports to where we all are like it is nothing and we continue talking. Once we get to Pat's driveway, we all stop and chill. Joseph later says that we should mess with another person's house that lives down past Trey's house.
I look back at the newly occupied house, and now I see the father of the new family come out the door. He is wearing a towel on his head and the outfit he is wearing is fully Arabian. He starts to yell at us and I can see that he has a handful of grenades. He then starts sprinting in our direction while yelling in some unknown language. We start running away from him. I remember feeling the adrenaline when I realized that this guy could kill us. We eventually all made some distance between ourselves and this arabian guy. Me and Joseph specifically run to a col-de-sac down the street and we hide in the backyard of one of the houses there.
We quickly jumped one of the house's fences. After we did so, Joseph and I noticed that the backyard we entered, was full of shrubs of many sorts and also some trees. We both thought the same thing: to hide behind one of the bushes. I tried as quietly as I could to get behind one of the bushes without making any noise. While doing so, I could clearly hear the loud rustling of leaves under my feet. I was losing time; the Arabian guy was close and I could hear him now. I finally got behind the bush. Seconds later, the Arabian guy cleared the fence like it was nothing. Me and Joseph got out of the bushes and jumped the fence that was going away from him. With that, we started heading back to Pat's house.
On the way there, we both saw Dylan's dad, Mr. Ed. He was in his front yard managing his plants. He asked us what Dylan was doing and I told him that he was doing nothing. As we continued running back to Pat's house, I look back and see that Joseph can't keep up. Suddenly he teleports and is now right behind me, all caught up.

2. I was in school and class had just ended. Everything looked a bit different. The tiles on the ground looked clean and new, but they were still an off-white color. As I headed to the center of the school, I saw my friend Joseph. I ran to catch up with him because he was about to walk up a flight of stairs. Walking next to Joseph already, was Paige, a girl that he is currently talking to. As I get to his side I ask, "Joseph, what's going on man?". He motions me off with his hand because he is talking to Paige. I am slightly pissed at this, but at the same time I respect Joseph's request since he hasn't talked to Paige in over 4 months.
I turn around and walk down the flight of steps that Joseph and Paige just started to walk up. I realize that I am wearing my batman snapback in school and a gray jacket. I never wear either of these things in school. A random guy comes up to me and I recognize him as a friend even though I have no idea who he is.

Morning of March 23, 2015. Monday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and I are in a car in an unknown metropolitan region, though it could be Brisbane. I believe she is driving though the scene is not rendered that fully or clearly - it is more like we are moving along within a light mist that is only implying travel by car. She is relating to me how a (unknown) younger female was caught sending stolen precious gems in the mail (diamonds, emeralds, amethysts, and rubies - which I become aware makes the acronym “dear”). Apparently, my wife is required to sit with other people and take some sort of government-related tests. The location and the building is all unfamiliar.

There are perhaps a dozen people in the large room sparsely seated at several tables. Although the scene does not really have that much of a scholastic setting or mood, I become aware that the people are working on one-page third grade math tests for the most part. This has to do with some sort of government-related assessment to see the potential of certain individuals in society. It seems that each test for each person is slightly different (possibly so that people cannot copy another person’s answer). Mostly, there are one to two-digit addition problems and a few multiplication problems. Most of the people are over thirty and seem to be quite challenged by (seemingly at first) third grade math. Every now and then I notice something different, such as something that resembles a “Wishing Well” newspaper feature. I am not involved in any testing - I am only there for my wife due to complete distrust of mainstream authority.

At one point, I notice that Zsuzsanna is sleeping on a table on her side due to the stressful environment. I walk to the other side of the room and talk with an older wealthy-looking lady working on a test. She seems over fifty. I tell her that I know that it is (generic) third grade math because of my long-term experience with teaching K12 mathematics (though mostly based on combined international standards). At this point, however, I do see a long division problem on her page where the divisor is three numbers. However, I notice that the dividend area is not a complete number and to the right of the digits that are visible is a long black bar filling out the rest of the area under the long division symbol. I tell the older lady that this is not “real” mathematics and that some additional seemingly simple equations cannot resolve to decimal values (even though they are implied to), suspecting that something is “wrong”, yet I do not become lucid at these impossible math tasks though which still can apparently be answered “correctly” (that is, without the “no solution” option). I get the impression that some test questions may be in octal, by which such as four plus four would then correctly equal ten. I contemplate that the government could easily trick people by not stating what base system is being used - thus playing on the general public’s ignorance of higher mathematics and thus no one would pass, which irritates me somewhat (even though the tests really did seem to be at primary level earlier on). (Looking back at this entry and including additional pertinent notes, I consider that it may vaguely have been inspired by a similar scene from “The Flintstones” from 1994, concerning the whole math test scenario.)

From here, I walk across the room and see Zsuzsanna sitting in an armchair and another (unknown) female is on her right and other females are standing. It seems to be a smaller open room off the main room. At first I think she may be ill and I see “blood” she may have coughed up, but it turns out that she has a bowl of tomato soup on her lap and the other female has a different type of soup, possibly celery.

On the other side of the main room, I start talking to someone (also in an armchair) who turns out to be a very young version of Don Knotts (deceased February 24, 2006). Another male on his left is also seated and seems to be a young Jack Gilford (deceased June 4, 1990). I am only slightly aware that they may be ghosts. Our conversation is very cheerful and friendly and with respect. I notice that other people are looking at me oddly as they apparently cannot see the two males I am conversing with, which I confirm by directly asking them if they see either of the two other males and their general response implies that they do not. In fact, Jack plays a prank on one unknown girl by somehow pulling her belt off so that her pants fall down. However, this seems ambiguous because she is immediately wearing different clothes. (The scene was likely due to a brief association with Simon Hunt, also known as Pauline Pantsdown, an Australian satirist). Later, I notice that a large television is on (to the right and against the wall from where we are). Jack makes some sort of comment regarding how he cannot understand what people are saying in movies anymore. There is something about Harvey Keitel being in the (unknown) movie. Earlier, there had been the sighting of a Barbara Mandrell album (odd, because I know very little about her and have not seen anything about her in over twenty years that I recall). There is some sort of confusion about the name in it being more like “(Barbara) Mandel” which shifts to “Harvey Mandel” (an American guitarist) in confusion with Harvey Keitel. “Mandel” may actually be a subtle play on “Mandelbrot” here.

Slept 00:15, WBTB 05:30. Around 07:00 I was dreaming of being in my grandma's home viewing a projection, then went to bed and noticed a bug on my head. I threw it away but another one much bigger was on my head - then it came or me: am I dreaming? Did a finger-through-palm RC: + ! I was happy! I stood up (my feet got caught in the sheets but I freed them) and opened the balcony door, went outside and jumped down - no flight, just a slow fall. It's early night with street lights and I am between old, middle-class houses. I try to stabilize by rubbing my hands but I suddenly feel a strong itch on my nosethat brings me back to bed - to scratch it..
Oh! Such a miss....

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

Dream - Fishing and D&D
I was in a river and I was a fish, I had to eat more fish to become a big fish, except at some point I become just a normal person and I find a really big fish. On either side of the river is dense NZ trees and bush that I find as quite a common occurrence in my dreams. The river was also quite shallow and very clear. I think the dream progresses on, as I seem to wander off with some people who are friends. I stop as I see something, almost like some has stored their belongings underneath some bushes (it felt like it was underneath a bed)... I stoop to see what's been left and I find D&D rule books, pathfinder rule books, heaps of cRPG computer disks in their cases and some other stuff. I immediately go hard-nerd mode and scoop them all up to take them with me, thinking how awesome it was to find such cool stuff . Must be related to the release of that new Pillars of Eternity game in 3 days and how I've been playing BG2 to fill the time

During my WBTB I had some Mugwort tea, once again nothing really happened except being unable to recall dreams as well I as I usually would (hence only 1 dream). I feel it's caused by a drowsiness effect the tea seems to have... This kind of conflicts with another night where I had slightly more exotic dreams, like "The Wild" where I saw all sorts of crazy cool creatures... So I think there's a minor increase in vividness and exotic imaginings but it's pretty useless if you can't recall your dreams in the end :/. I can only surmise I don't have the right strain of Mugwort, since this contradicts the insane accounts of crazy vivid and strong dreams...