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comp night #10

00:11 bedtime

05:40

+(f) in best friend MR's house: someone has been tidying up, there are neat piles of magazines everywhere

+(f) in some place doing something(!!)

+ the bombs are falling and mortars going off all around me, I take cover in a small tough cafe to the left

I'm talking to some guy I say yeah they're going to bomb us. I'm outside in daylight on a street in between buildings, I'm looking up into the sky behind me while I'm running forwards, I see the bombs falling down, I can't outrun them. They land, I see a mortar on the ground, how can I avoid the shrapnel? Should I lie down in the fetal position on the ground?

I see off to the left a small rounded hut it's a cafe, I lunch for it, there is a guy there sitting on a stool just inside the door I reach out my hand for him to grab and pull me inside. I get inside and sit at the counter on a stool the roof is thick curved metal it should protect us, but the window flaps are open, I close mine. Everyone else around me is eating, unconcerned. I order lunch.

Busted WBTB (up for 3 hours), on the computer in the kitchen playing a dungeon crawl game
Fell reeeeally tired now, about 08:30? 9? back to bed, I'm so tired but it still takes a long time to fall asleep, my wife's alarm goes off several times, she finally gets up.

12:13

+ playing with doll baby

I'm heading down the stairs (waking realization: childhood home) with a small baby in my hands, it's so small it's like a doll. I'm reaching the bottom of the stairs and sort of swoop it around a little bit, it doesn't like this and starts to fuss, I get concerned that it will bother the mother upstairs. I cradle it's head in my right hand. It's more like a doll, I continue to move it around, playful flying movements, it has a strange open mouth with curvy lips like an oyster shell, I think of feeding it.

+ in party where everybody hates me, huffing out, calling them names

I'm walking in between people and furniture in a small room at a party, trying to find a clear place to step, everyone here hates me, they're making disparaging remarks about me. I say "Well you're all a bunch of hags and witches. And the other thing that starts with a B!" The crowd murmurs its astonishment at this statement, and I make my exit.

+ the amazing traveling guy at work

In a large indoor space, I see suitcases/packed luggage around me. This is a small company and we have only this one amazing traveling guy, he has sold our product successfully before, making presentations to groups of 20 people all on his own, maybe with the help of one other person. I make a comment about him going on yet another trip. I imagine his face, he's sort of middle-Eastern, looks a bit like George Clooney, salt and pepper hair.

+ shoot-out in the multi-level apartment/home with the fancy front door

DO from up on the higher level looking down, like watching a show. Two guys arrive into the ground floor, one looks like Seth Rogen, he's behaving goofy, like looking deeply into the security camera on a door and making gestures in front of it. The second guy is serious and is annoyed by this and stops him. The serious guy goes to another door, closer to me, which is very ornate and with a round, pointy top, like a medieval castle door, covered with rounded sculptures on its front. This door is locked, and the guy they're looking for is inside, probably upstairs. The serious guy knocks and pounds on the door. The man they're looking for emerges from a doorway across from me and walks across an open ledge towards me on the upper level. The serious guys turns and sees the man walking there and fires several shots at him from a pistol.

+ discussing the start-up with other work friends in a kitchen

I'm standing with guys from one start-up, <R>, in the work kitchen, standing close to founder J.E., talking about another company I worked for. "Yeah, I was there when it was nothing, I was employee #5 or #6, it was just like this" and I gesture around the kitchen to the small group of people standing there. "Now it's really grown, and has a ton of people, like 30 or 40 or maybe 100, and they're now in the facilities of that other company, <3>" Some (girl?) says they're not all that large or successful actually, I disagree.

+ the unattractive white-clad dancing girls: an expensive attraction for the party at work (ping pong table)

outdoors light, It's a big "friday" celebration at work, they've hired a big gang of dancing girls wearing white frilly/fuzzy costumes. I'm sitting on the ground. I look behind me and I see that a bunch of people are sitting on/under the ping pong table, and it's so bent out of shape from this that it is in the shape of a "U". The girls are dancing towards us and I notice that they are practically all quite unattractive. I think they're going to come and interact with the employees and I'm saying under my breath "oh, please, not an ugly one…"

+ trying to get to the burner, melting plastic, stuff falls down in back, annoyed butler, weird huge bottles of wine

I'm standing in a kitchen and want to warm something up on the burner, I turn it on. I'm trying to find the burner, the cooktop is standalone (no backsplash) and is so crowded with things that I can't find the burner. I notice a funny smell. I'm pushing the pile of things back to find the burner, something towards the back falls off to the floor. An elderly butler appears on my left, I think he's annoyed at how I'm just pushing around this pile of stuff. I notice finally the burner, I see a square bit of plastic wrap (like from cheese singles) on the burner, I think that's the source of the smell, I try to pick it up.

My attention is grabbed by two bottles on the counter to my right. They are large, 2-liter soda-bottle-sized bottles on wine, Dom Perignon-shaped, with bright yellow liquid / chunks inside (sort of like a lava lamp), and I'm amazed at these things, I think they're just the drinks we decided that we would never buy.

+ (lucid #96) packed party in a small room: waking life memory connection, command "brighter", it works!

This started out with basically no visuals, more just like HI, but I'm lucid from the start, perhaps was a waking moment. I try to put interpretations on to the shapes, like arms/people, and I sort of materialize a scene at a party, there's one girl who sits on my right knee and I kiss her a little. I think I need to disengage to stabilize and connect with memory. I do this, I stand up and turn the left and think "my body is asleep in bed, and this experience is all a fantasy." The visuals are basically gone to gray at this point, back to HI, I try to interpret them as people, I say several times, "Brighter!", "Brighter!" and I'm amazed that with each statement of the word, it's like somebody turns up the lights/clarity a little bit more, until I have full bright visuals. I'm enjoying the scene, it's a very small room at a party with people busy bustling around, all female . I'm checking out the adults looking for a cute one, don't find any to my taste, I notice things seem a bit "unstable" and try to clam down, and just observe. I notice that there is a conga dance line of about 20+ identical little girls in identical red dresses (with white polka dots?) moving through one part of the room. There are so many of the girls in such a small space that the line folds and bends around itself multiple times, at rectangular/right angles. I'm just looking around amazed, when I find another attractive girl and turn her to me, "this is my dream" I think I say, she does not object, and I kiss her a bit , and wake up.

In this dream I was working on a liquid that would cause silver to no longer tarnish. I left the bottle of this liquid out, and one of my sons drank it. He was in horrible pain as the liquid attacked his stomach. He told me he thought he would be ok because he made sure to keep himself grounded. I corrected him that grounding is against electricity but would not help at all against chemicals. I did not feel emotions in this dream, and I failed to call doctor's for help, though I remember wondering if my son would die.

There is an interesting parallel between this dream and another dream I had recently where I left my kids unattended at a playground, and when I returned one or both of them had severe burns from dyeing shirts, and instead of calling for help, I pointed out to them which part of directions they did not follow.

Dream self interpretation attempt: Is my subconscious blaming me for being a negligent parent somehow? For focusing too much on teaching and not enough on protecting and nurturing? I think I do protect and nurture my kids though, so why does my subconscious raise this problem? Ah, I think I got it: my dream could be telling me that I am not nurturing the new and creative parts of myself, that self criticism is not what is needed and that I need to ask for help and take care of myself like a mother takes care of a child. This could be about my failure to self improve. And to be honest it may also be that due to my failure to self improve to pay enough attention I am not being as good a mother also as I should be toward my sons after all. Not endangering lives but not nurturing full potential maybe.

I’m in a church/graveyaed/sport/icehockey area. I play footbal. When the match is over, I met my dad on the road. He was play icehockey. When I see him, I realize this is my dream sign. I jump in the air and levitate. I see Mcdonalnd near. I land there and go in. There is my girl with a daughter which look like younger her. I think she’s mine and it’s a good feeling even I know it’s a dream. I take some burgers and taste it. I eat it wrapped in the paper. The paper doesn’t taste good. Then I do mass telekinesis. I focus hard and when I perform it, the dream become unstable. I’m trying to run and touching the walls. It stabilizes. I’m in the bathroom. See my friend from the past on the toilet. I ask him to quickly give me pandra box. He closes the door and then open with a small silver/black box. I feel like the dream is slowly fading. I open the box and there is a wird small triangle made of unidentifiable matter. Wake up.

(The dream is a "Mix." I don't know where it started and where it ended.)

I was in a forest-like area where there are people gathering. It turned out to be a gathering of humanoid birds. They look very human except that they have feathers and wings.

I was watching a guy (who looks like Nara Shikamaru) and a short... bird-doll-like person hiding. Shikamaru had to hide under a.. horse? He put on a wing-like object behind him so he won't be seen. He blended nicely. The other person became a female humanoid bird. The (real) humanoid birds (or birdlike humans) were male.

The (real) humanoid birds spread out in a circle and missed them, then they started moving counter-clockwise with their eyes closed. Shika and the other person thought it's safe to walk away now, but somehow, one of the bird-people bumped into the female bird-person. The male bird-person kissed her (eyes closed?). Female-bird person probably thought it was Shika and kissed back (eyes closed?) and then realized it wasn't. The resulting commotion brought the rest of the bird-people's attention and they opened their eyes.

Somehow, the two were just knocked out and thrown somewhere. I watched them dumped near a broken bridge (or else the bridge is still being built). It was starting to rain, so the head of the bird-people left them some cover. The "female bird-person" is now the doll-like creature again. I guess it's an ability.

It turned out that they were doing a mating ritual, where a group of bird-people (all male?) go out in a faraway area and form the circle we saw, moving slowly at first and then flying away in a bigger and bigger circle (eyes closed). I don't know when but when they finally open their eyes, the first person (other race?) they saw will be their mate. On the other hand, the two idiots were there for revenge against the race. In a battle where the bird-people were involved, one of the doll-person's friends was killed. I don't know how.

Next thing I know I was watching them walk on the bridge. It was a bridge for a super highway. It looks unfinished rather than ruined. I think they're still just building it. They walked and jumped over gaps while talking about a naive boy who died. He's a friend of theirs. He died young. One of them said maybe it's for the better. With his naive mindset, he would have died anyway. The other one said he would have been there to protect him. I thought of a gift.

I was under one of the super-highway bridges. There was water down there. I think I was on a motorboat, but I wasn't the one driving. I was just directing it somehow. I thought of making a game but that I don't have the system for it, especially if I want to make 3-D games. The surrounding area looked like some place in EDSA (the part between Guadalupe and Taft, at least), but instead of the EDSA Avenue, there were water everywhere. The buildings are still there though.

I directed the boat to a huge gate that opened. I thought of confronting a dragon. I was then inside a "dungeon" or a dungeon-like area: small corridor, small entryways, like in the old first-person D&D computer games. Someone was with me. Gerard (from PKPH). He suddenly bumped into the entryway of the dragon's hoard and he's inside. He shot flames towards us. The "door" was wooden and so I said it wouldn't hold for long. I jumped back and towards the edge of the "balcony." I hung on there so I can avoid the explosion of the door and the flames. Below that, there's an old arena of sorts, like where gladiators fight. Gerard was still up there, thinking the door would hold. It didn't. When the door was about to blown to bits, he jumped down and landed on the arena floor. I climbed down instead. I couldn't yet jump from a higher place and land safely.

The dragon flew down on us. It has a smaller body compared to its head. Its skin was dried-lava red. The body size was human like, the wings were wide, and the head probably the length of its body. It's "young." We disoriented it (I think) by moving around. Finally, I thought somehow that it has just... 20 HP? Other PKPH peeps were there. We ganged up on the dragon. We held onto its limbs and huge head. I bit down on its arm/leg. Finally, somebody used a sword to slit its throat, its blood splashing. I caught the splashing blood on my mouth. Nobody else wanted to. This was a human cursed to become a dragon, not a real dragon. Drinking its blood meant carrying his curse. It meant I was going to turn into a dragon. I was already starting to feel the flame inside me and the others pointed out that I might "explode" after seeing the inside of my mouth light up from the flame.

There was a part in the dream where I was playing something like a tic-tac-toe or a board game, except it looked like a fractal-floor-board game. Players jumped from "boxes" drawn on the floor. There were enemies, goblin-like creatures. Water area.



(photo of New Bay Bridge)

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NOTES:

- No, I wasn't lucid.
- It's an afternoon. 3-6 p.m.
- I went to sleep after drinking paracetamol coz I wasn't feeling well.
- I thought of putting up an alarm but decided against it because it might distract me from remembering my dream.
- Kinda sad that the next dragon I dreamed of was an enemy. At least this time I was going to become a dragon.

03.02.2015

Meeting the Mushroom XIII at the World that Never Was. (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Full Dream (1 pts)
First WILD (10 pts)
WBTB (2 pts)
RC (1 pts)
Flight (4 pts)
Teleport (7 pts)
Incubation (15 pts)
Full Transformation (10 pts)
Advance Fictional Summoning (15 pts)
Personal Task (15 pts)
WILD-Chain 1 (2 pts)
WILD-Chain 2 (2 pts)


After my WBTB I decided to WILD. I had a huge amount of vibrations and my temptation to Astral Project was very strong, but I remembered how Anotherdreamer was right behind me so I ignored the vibraitons and visualized a dream forming.

I felt no vibrations and my room was very still. I believed that I failed to WILD, but my room felt weird for some reason. I decided to do a RC just in case before trying to wild again and I saw my hand very blurry, it had a lot of wounds and some fingers were broken... some random creepiness... I left bed and I took a flight to make the dream stable. After flying for a while, I wanted to do my personal task and incubation, as I was focusing on it during the WILD and I failed to start the dream there.

I wanted to teleport to the World that Never, so I closed my eyes and jumped right on the spot (my usual teleport technique) and shortly after, I was right in front of a huge building, with a castle on the background and a weird moon (it did not look like a heart though) but it was still weird:







I was exited because this was a long time goal that I always forgot to do because I have always been doing dares and other tasks. I wanted to go meet Mushroom XIII guys and I knew well the place. I flew to a big plaza where they are supposed to be, to find no one but a chicken there (what the heck...) So I demanded the dream for these little guys to appear there. To my surprise (usually these things never work for me) I saw the same black aura when one of this mushrooms appear on the game and several of them appeared in front of me:





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They were silent, but they were making some noise, like bouncing and like other noises that I have no idea how to describe. Suddenly, I started feeling myself waking up. I did not want to lose the dream, so I believe it was time to just do an L-DEILD (Lucid-Dream Exist Induced Lucid Dream) an old technique that I used to teach in my class.

I felt myself in bed, still paralyzed and I kept focusing on this mushrooms, since I have not lost consciousness, I figured I would be right back at the dream.

Shortly I was back there, it was now raining and the mushrooms were gone (dang it) I imagined that I was one of them, as it was a personal dare and I found very amusing that blobularwindmil told me she saw me as one. I imagined myself transforming into one, but I did not feel I actually did, even though, I felt something thick above my head, so I pretended I was one, moving like they move in the game and making silly moves like I was cold, if I was warm, if I was sad, if I was spinning (some of these do that in the game) shortly after, I saw I was very white and I felt like I had a cap on my head. I then felt I was one of them and somehow, I was able to see myself into one. Not like the black ones above, but like this one:







It was pretty weird the feeling but funny at the same time. I wanted to go to places and see if other people would freak out at seeing me, but I was not able to see anyone, no doors opened and I appeared to be alone. I think I even tried to fly and I couldn't, something extremely odd for me (maybe my subconscious told me, mushrooms can't fly? Humans neither and I fly... but oh well.)

There is a fragment here that I do not remember, as the dream was getting weak again, and I tried once again to DEILD into a third dream.

I once again felt myself in bed, and I was still paralized, there were a lot of noises but I wasn't sure if they were real, hypnagogia or a dream, so I just ignored them.

A little while, I found myself in a huge town. I believe I was not a mushroom anymore. I thought of pandora's box again, but my bad luck with it, kind of pulled me back. I wanted to look for Sensei to duel him, but I neither was able to see him around (at this point I think my dream quality was pretty bad.) I walked down a few streets until I believe, I woke up... so much for a third chain... oh well.

03.02.2015

Taking a nice flight (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Full Dream (1 pts)
First DILD (10 pts)
Advance Flight (10 pts)
Stabilization (1 pts)
Advanced Telekinesis (10 pts)
Invincibility (4 pts)
Bet (5 pts)
DC Interaction (2 pts)

Apparently I was in a shopping mall. We were driving to some place for vacation and we needed to pump gas. As we were in the gas station we found a shopping mall that sold Japanese stuff. We saw a Pokemon store and they had a lot of gadgets. There were some pokeballs and the store owner told me they were real and they had real pokemon. My wife opened one of the Pokeballs and a bastiodon came out:







I was excited because it was my favorite pokemon and I was wondering if I could take it with me. My wife told me, "Well, this is worth a reality check, because I did not thing they actually existed." I laughe and I said, "I know right?" And kind of looked at my hand making a joke out of it, while I was convinced it was real. To my surprise that I had a missing Index finger and realized I was indeed dreaming.

I think my wife might have left, but I decided to start flying to make my dream stable.

I wanted to fly at high speed because it always feel very fun to me. I flew very high and I started to see stars, but I did not want to go to space because I wanted to do other dares. I decided to fly like a Kamkaze airplane and see what happened when I hit the ground. I crashed in the ground a little shortly and the ground felt the same like a jumping bed, it was very soft and the ground bounced, even though I did not bounce.

I wanted to look for a store and find Pandora's box, so I entered a (indian store I believe) and asked for a Pandora box. The retailed said that they did not have that. I was almost insulted saying that it was a lot of non-sense and that I could not buy that anywhere. I then got pissed at him and I wanted to make a big mess in the store. I tried to use Telekinisis but did not work at first. I started to do small jumps and imagined that all the stuff would fall to the ground. A lava lamp, I believe, fell to the ground and the store employee told me I had to pay for that. I kept concentrating and little short after I saw several small items (lavalamps, some soccer balls and I believe, some vases) were flying all around moving randomly around the store. I was laughing and I was told he was calling the cops. For some reason (maybe loosing lucidity) I felt uncomfortable so I visualized all the items crashing to the ground. Most of them crashed but I think some either vanished or just kept levitating.

I left the store looking for another store to find a pandora's box. As I was trying to find another store, I felt the dream to get very fuzzy and even though I tried to stay in the dream, I failed.

03.02.2015

2-3-15 Fragments - My cats (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream Fragment (0.5 pts)

I was trying to find my cats at home, one of them was missing.

03.02.2015

2-3-15 Fragments - Space (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream Fragment (0.5 pts)

Something related with space, most likely a NASA discovery

03.02.2015

2-3-15 Fragments - Driving (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream Fragment (0.5 pts)

I was driving in my car and there was a lot of traffic. We were going to a beach or something.

Morning of February 3, 2015. Tuesday.



Over the past two years or so, my dream universe has insisted on rendering a fictional location that usually has mostly the same features. Although it seems like a basement, it is usually accessed at ground level through an open area (somewhat like a garage with no door) from the west side of the house. The main feature is a pipe that goes up to the implied bathroom above (second floor) and is almost always implied to be knocked slightly to one side, causing a leak. This pipe is near the center of the room rather than along a wall or corner and is often rendered too narrow to logically function as implied in-dream. It is possible the pipe represents either my digestive system or circulatory system and relates to concerns with “plumbing” upon getting older (either “clogged” arteries or incomplete digestion). In this dream though, the “basement” (again, at ground level) seems less damp and less problematic concerning the pipe and this time there is no indication of a “recent” leak.

Once again, it seems to be a composite of the Loomis Street house with fictional layout details concerning the southwest corner that in real life was otherwise an inside staircase in part (in addition to downstairs features of the separate first floor residence, such as the small laundry room). It is somewhat curious that it is also relative to where I was ready to rent the apartment (upstairs) when my wife-to-be and I first made contact, but instead, I came to Australia. Still, I am not sure this is relevant or maybe even a residual alternate time-line association.

Fictional neighbors live south of us (in the Loomis Street context). The events take place seemingly later at night. There is an idea that the neighbor had used a (fictional) bathroom somehow accessed via the south side of our house directly from outside and I think something about mowing over a part of our garden on that side previously. Later, he is telling me that he is going to report us for being from Afghanistan, which makes absolutely no sense in any context.

I tell him that when I was younger and growing up in Florida, I was always called rude (slang) Asian names by the majority of the population even though I have no Asian heritage (all of which is true). I tell him that people like him have no credibility and that the majority of people cannot even see or understand anything, which is actually the way things have been from my perspective since early childhood. It is strange living in a world where hardly anything is ever seen or related correctly. We do not fight and there is no violence. I just tell him a few things about myself as my dream fades. We mostly remain in the side yards between the houses.

so there was alot going on in this one
-i found my scale on top of my locker and i hid it because there was a black lady sitting watch
-madison kid needed direction through OB so i helped him through the school and eventually to an empty class with a white lady teacher
-on my way back i walked through this glass/gold hallway was messing with my sense of reality... like shifting perceptions around
- i walked in and there was a photoshoot going on that i was intruding and i called the photographer during the pictures being shot
-i checked my phoen and found he downloaded lil durk on it and i decided to listen to it.

Morning of February 3, 2015. Tuesday.



The first scene relates to buying a few small food items in an unknown store but which vaguely reminds me of a small music store in La Crosse. I have two cinnamon or jam rolls and a plain loaf of bread and something else, I believe. The cashiers or owners are not behind the counter but instead, sitting out where the public is shopping, on a table or crate. They seem to be two of my foremen from the factory that made Ford Taurus parts from years ago (one who shot himself). Pat says that the price (for me) is eighty-nine dollars and I believe either eighty-nine or ninety-eight cents. They seem very amused by charging me this much even though my items could not be more than ten dollars. This makes me really annoyed and I start knocking everything on the floor and leave after hearing something about “eighty-nine million dollars”.

For some reason, they decide to follow me (leaving no cashiers at the store?) yet do not seem angry. I then have a very small white van that is somewhat like a bubble car but with special defensive features like bulletproof glass and rocket launchers underneath the chassis. A fictional dream character joins me in the seat next to me; the somewhat Christian-Slater-like character from years ago. For some reason we ritualistically put black ballroom (masquerade) eye masks on. I am enjoying myself driving around for awhile.

I am not lucid, though still have the long-term-recurring awareness that I can call upon any character or vehicle to come to wherever I am (such as in defense). In this case, it is with a watch on my left wrist. However, I check for it and it is not there - I only feel my shirt sleeve and no object underneath, though I am not that concerned. It is fairly common in dreams to be “missing” something and “replace” its function or purpose by thought alone even without any trace of lucidity (something I have always found interesting).

Later, my wife has a car that is somewhat like a custom purple 1950s Ford Bubbletop “Beatnik” (though also reminds me of the 1968 Hot Wheels Silhouette which I had two of). Somehow, some work has to be done, which causes frustration over time. I have the front bumper separate from the car later on and am trying to work things out.

The bumper seemingly has missing features on one side (though not directly on the end somehow; a little more towards the middle) and is very asymmetrical relative to a portion of diagonal grill on one side but not the other (in reality the grill is apparently only all grid-like squares, not with any diagonal bars). This does not make much sense, as it is supposedly one solid section (or at the most, two, attached) so how could it be shorter and more asymmetrical over time? - in fact, it seems shorter and more asymmetrical every time I consider putting it back on the car (as if I had somehow lost or mentally “eaten” part of one side each time yet while intending to make it complete again with the remaining outer pieces somehow ending up back together as one solid piece). Even though I am not lucid, I eventually get so aggravated by the asymmetrical form of the front bumper that I just somehow mentally create a new complete car prior to waking.

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As many years as I have been working with dreams, it has been only fairly recently (over the past five years) that I have more closely noticed an odd sort of repetition in often subtle doubly recurring elements in a two or three-day period (but which are not related to dream events in the same way each time). Sometimes it is barely noticeable unless everything is well-documented. In this case, it seems to be the number eighty-nine for some unknown reason. In another case it was the act of patting someone (a different fictional dream character each time) in a particular spot near the left shoulder. As yet, I have not habitually linked these occurrences. I do not know if there is any reason behind this other than residual associations perhaps relating to the dream journal itself (or the memory or review of the previous dream).

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As the title says, some parts of this dream have been omitted, due to their disturbing nature. I've been having a lot of disturbing dreams lately.

To start off simple, the first part of this dream was being at a caravan park, to attend my grampa's funeral. IRL he died in nov 2014, and I never got to go to his funeral. I don't talk to much of my family and they took this opportunity to block me from getting in contact with them. So in my dream I was at the funeral but at a distance, I could see the open suitcase he was being buried in and so i filled it with water with a power hose from work, don't ask. My family looked at me with such disgust I just left. I remember he suitcase being moved and the water sloshing everywhere, and I remember thinking the water would help preserve his body in case raising the dead became a thing.

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The next thing I know i'm playing world of warcraft, except i'm in the game, but still using a controller in my hands, apparently I think this game is for xbox. I come face to face with a celtic undead woman who asks me questions in fucked up gaelic/scottish slang that even I didn't understand. I answered and she became a party member of mine??? Whatever, I start getting chased by some guy in a landcruiser from star wars but I hijack him and drive away.

I'm now driving underwater, collecting stars, PvP'ing, killing npc turrets. While driving down an underwater course with crazy bends and turns. It was pretty hectic. At one point I lost my landcruiser, a girl offered me her exo suit, which was big and bulky looked like something from starcraft except most of your body is still exposed, its hard to explain that one.

Now i'm outside, with my new party member, I get a message from another player who sends me this wall of text asking why I let this npc become my party member, or something. I told him I was new to the game and told him to give me a fucking break,He tried to explain about the choices and stuff, but I didn't care. At this point a big red dragon filled the sky and I was trying to return from the menu to play by the controller cord was broken, I kept trying to reattach it, which worked for a couple of minutes but any movements in my hands knocked it off again. I eventually managed to ditch the controller and started running from this dragon, but no matter where we went he caught us. At one point I looked at my undead party member, she now looked like my exgf, wtf? I also tried to induce sexual intimacy at that point when we were in hiding, shame shame shame.

We are on the run again, and we met this guy and his party. The dragon catches us of guard and is now flying down from directly above, one after another he spits meteor fire balls, which i deflect with a barrier and return with my own, but smaller fireballs. The fight was futile and I went to check my phone at one point and it was all glitchy, wasn't working (why no lucid dream here? bad habits irl).

The next thing i know I am in a room saying the spyware needs to be removed. This is where the dream takes a weird turn. This spyware is a guy, who faces me, moves slowly doing weird hang gestures which paralyses me, and in which he takes the time to play/beat me. This cycle goes on for awhie, I run, but he is always there and he does another slow move, that freezes me. I learn that I had been drugged with automatic appreciation something something, so movements that he was doing was causing me to freeze and admire. I tried to do them back, which worked, and I used the time to escape, but he always came back. This part of the dream is actually a lot longer and a lot more,,, vast? than what I've put down
but I would class this part as a nightmare, a nightmare which I don't really want to recount fully.

There was another drug that made me stop being able to process movement, ie, people were moving and doing things, but I couldn't see it. When I blinked, everything would change and I would see the latest snapshot of initially opening my eyes, but then everything would freeze again, so basically repeating to close and open my eyes was equivalent of viewing the world at 3-5 fps. The things I saw were, not so good.

Took 2x300mgs of alpha GPC
2x GM which has 200 mgs of choline at 8am

heard the church bell at 9, when head sensations started
woke up at 9:48 from lucid event

head sensations start one hour after GM, trying to get up, can't, roll out, but can only partially, it's fun to keep trying, not frustrating at all, kinda loling to myself

kept thinking "open your eyes and see" like ophelia does it, because it was always dark or pitch black

once I started to open my left eye but saw what looked like waking life (had the hood of my bathrobe over my eyes, and saw the bottom portion was bright, where I could see from underneath) so I quickly closed it and LD continued. Now I'm thinking that could have been LD as well, next time I'll just open it. Since if in SP, should not be able to open real eyes.

sunrise, reflection in window, surprised - town at dark, wanting to get it brighter, saying something, sun coming up as leaving town, looking back at town when edge of it reached, caught a reflection of sun in a window and it surprised the heck of me, coz was so real life, and I didn't expect it, skies getting brighter and clouds picking up orange hue, so beautifull, started to cry

hill, resistance, fighter jets, bombs with parachutes, rolling bombs, bombed out building, low ceiling with metal wire ceiling, perimeter head-with space to stand up, hole in a wall
we are on a hill and see figher jets coming from behind the hill, kinda slow, and they drop some bombs that come down on parachutes. They didn't detonate and we are relieved. But then they open up and small can like bombs start rolling down the hill towards us.

checking for my dick but dark, checking again, I feel it, one longer one shorter for balls, limp, not well formed, checking for "other eqipment" it's still there
I remembered I wanted to see what's 'down there" in a lucid. So I put my hand into my pants and pull down the front a bit. I feel a penor, about 5-6", kinda skinny and limp. There is another one, smaller, I figure that's the ballz, error in rendering, haha.

Next time I check again, same thing. This time I wanna try and change it. So I make it longer, till it's hanging out from my hands, like a foot and a half long, haha. Still kinda limp, and bumpy as in skinnier then wider and skinnier again and it's like that on the whole length. Kinda disgusting. I figure i test it out, so I grab a guy in red shirt and glasses, short blond hair. He is like wut? I push him to the ground, pull his pants down and test my equipment. It works.

I try to see if I can feel some pleasure from it and I can, but it's not the same.

walking on streets, into building, guys eating at wooden tables

dark shadow approaching as a fog on a ground, not scared at all and saying it loud

trying to remember TOTM but I know I didn't read the new thread, trying to remember older ones, but can't

checking my hands, 5-6 on left, but all sideways, right has standing up, but shorter and longer, fixing them up

sleeves and shirt is blue scientist-engineer, working on some gadget with others

clapping hands, checking them again, saying something loud, feeling my real throat rumbling

my room but previous one with high window

was looking for the moon to go there, but didn't see it, twice

There were no transitions at all. Just one continuing event.

I was standing inside a castle (lucidly inspired by Dawneye11’s castle quest). There was a huge gothic room, displaying many ornate objects, and it spanned for at least 40 yards. There were a few dream figures standing around me, and I decided to take a flight to the other side of the room to help stabilize. I picked a spot on the far wall, and focussed on being there, and I quickly flew across the room, and then I returned back to be with the dream figures. One of the dream figures asked how I flew across the room, and I replied, “I can fly simply by focussing on where I want to go, and zoom, off I go!” I didn’t mention anything about the lucidity being a contributing factor. The other dream figures watch and listened with interest. Then a man dug a big hole in the floor and started to pull out piles of gold dust! I lost lucidity because I was totally enthralled with all that gold. The rest dream was spent trying to get the gold out of the castle.