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This is a dream that I neglected to write down immediately, consequently details were lost. I was in the art building at my college in Johnson County. There I saw Damara Megido. The Slipknot song "Snuff" began to play as Megido turned away her estranged Matesprit, Rufioh Nitram. Those familiar with the Homestuck comics would know what this is about. Rufioh cheated with someone else but unlike in the comic, Rufioh was here to try and get her back but Damara was having none of it. The song that was playing in the background fit perfectly with what Damara was trying to get across. I could the words very clearly as I began to awaken:

So save your breath, I will not care.
I think I made it very clear.
You couldn't hate enough to love.
Is that supposed to be enough?
I only wish you weren't my friend.
Then I could hurt you in the end.
I never claimed to be a saint...
Ooh, my own was banished long ago
It took the death of hope to let you go

Well said Damara and good luck...to the both of you.

I had yet another short lucid early in the night and forgot it. I'm beginning to question what the heck is going on here. Why does this keep happening to me?

I was with a couple of faceless dream friends sandboarding down a large hill on pieces of scrap metal. The hill seemed to be on a treadmill of sorts as in we didn't seem to be getting any closer to the bottom. The bottom of the hill led into the ocean.
Eventually we began seeing the stumps of long-dead trees and we had to dodge them. The scene became like a video game and we were trying to dodge the stumps as they came at us faster and faster. There were also angled stumps that you could go off of like ramp to get more points.
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This somehow led to a dream about a town at the bottom of the sand dune. Some story involving a young boy with spiky black hair named Tarek. I think he was a character in an anime.
There was something to do with sewer monsters involved. I can recall these red and black venus-fly-trap-like creatures living in the sewers that he was responsible for killing or befriending. I think he ended up getting eaten or captured and his boss had to come save him and was angry for failing at his duties.
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Some other dreams about being on the beach at the bottom of the never-ending sand dune. Manei was there. They were very long and I can't exactly recall what happened. I think they might be old dreams that were triggered by this one.

Me and S were on a bus. We both had laptops. S stated that he had decided to join me on Dreamviews, but he wanted to read thorugh my dream journal. For some reason I didn't want him reading that sex dream that I entered a month or two back, and I was frantically trying to take it off of my page. I messaged an admin asking to hard-delete it.
S commented that many of my dreams were very interesting and he asked me why I hadn't told him about these.
S, despite having just made an account, somehow already had this chibi anime character set as his avatar. The style of it actually looked something like the artwork that I am going to upload at the end of this dream journal entry.
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The bus ride dropped us off by my old middle school. The two of us began walking along the path heading to my house. It was a cloudy day, actually raining a little bit, and for a non-lucid dream, it seemed unusually vivid. I also saw that the woods next to the middle school had been flattened and all of the trees broken. I asked S if he knew what had happened. He told me that there were a couple of lucid dreamers fighting, and that he had seen them going at it earlier this morning.
Just then a couple of 'lucid dreamers' showed up. Both of them male. One was just wearing a pair of shorts and had a very muscular physique. The other wore a long black assassin cloak and was hovering above the ground. The buff one picked up a log and leaped into the air swinging it at the assassin character. He made a fire wheel and cut through it. he retaliated by forming some ice spikes with the rain and flinging them back. The buff dreamer got impaled but he broke the spikes out of his chest and regenerated.
He lunged into melee range and the two had a DBZ style fight. The buff guy used earthbending to send some rocks after the cloak guy. He shot back fire spikes/drills. The fight broke down into a long interlude sequence that I forgot.
S stated that he was surprised that they were still fighting, thinking that by now one of them would have won. He said something very quote-able about how people always take fights and competition too far.
I questioned how lucid dreamers could be fighting in the 'real' world. There was some kind of faulty logic going on here, something to do with the fact that these people were actually asleep somewhere and OOB, but their lucid dreaming selves had somehow manifested in the physical world. I kept asking S questions about what was going on and he was trying to explain it logically. I started to become lucid when I woke up.

Good recall and lucidity, considering I went to bed at around midnight with little intention of lucid dreaming.

I was returning to my car in a parking lot, and when I went around to the driver's side door, I was surprised to find the headlights on. This was surprising. Had I left them on somehow? I hoped the battery hadn't run down too much. But then I noticed the passenger side door was open as well. I peeked into the backseat to make sure no one had gotten in and was hiding back there, then went around to close the passenger door. At that point I saw three guys in front of the car, one holding jumper cables. I'm not sure how they got my car open but apparently their aim was to use it to help jumpstart the car next to me. It looked like they had just finished. I indicated the other car, from which I could distinctly hear the purr of the engine, and asked "So it's running now?" to confirm my impression what had just taken place.

Things seemed resolved so I was about to get in and drive away when I discovered that one of the men was now in the driver's seat and my husband, who hadn't been in the dream at all before this, was occupying the passenger seat. When I asked if I could have my car back, the driver said something like, "I just need to do this first," and started backing up. I don't know if he thought he was being helpful by backing out of the parking space, but the car kept rolling backward, and since there was no room for me inside, I was trying to run backwards right next to it while keeping my grip on the passenger side door, which was still open in front of me. This was challenging and I worried I might fall and be dragged across the pavement. It occurred to me that it might almost be worth it if it made the guy realize how unhelpful he was being, but I managed to keep my balance.

The guy kept backing up to the point where he—accidentally, it seemed—overshot the edge of the parking lot altogether and went rolling backward down a grassy embankment, me still hanging on outside and struggling to keep my balance and pace them. Finally the ground leveled out and the car gradually rolled to a stop on the grass. At this point I was rather annoyed, and leaned in to tell the driver, "No one else can drive my car the way I can. Can I please have it back now?"

Two big dreams - my notetaking after waking up early on helped lots!

Both non lucid - the first was a nightmare - its all fragmented now but here goes

Theme - a monster which consisted of a black and white triangular face which appeared from shadows and ate ye!

1- I'm hiding in a room with a family I didn't know. The telly was on, the monster came out the telly, snatched a wee boy who was to my right, pulled him into the telly and we watched him getting eaten. I was strangely unmoved..
2- The monster had a hold of me, but I shrugged him off somehow, later I was boasting of the fact.
3- A strange interlude involving being in a craft just suspended above the water while a shark (or some underwater beast) who was in league with the monster, battered us.
4- In my friends bathroom, we were discussing the monster for a while and its love of shadows.
5- deciding it was safe to venture down the street. Forfar's town centre was now a covered arcade with whitewashed walls and red borders. I remarked on it being redecorated. there were lots of lads on bikes.
6- I needed the toilet again! I sat and did my jobby while being aware that the monster had diverted my deposit into a Jacuzzi full of nurses. They were starting to react when I woke up!

Dream2 non lucid again

Queing for someplace. There was a wee fat man taking tickets/money. I handed him a voucher cut out a magazine. He took it and said 'I hate getting these things' We were standing out the queue by then and people were passing us. I was getting annoyed because I presumed they were getting in for nothing. A man passed me, he had blond hair and fixed me with a penetrating stare which was odd. The detail of my dream at this precise moment was outstanding! Anyway, I've got a wee gap.
Then I found myself walking into a room with a lassie I ken. The room had maybe twenty people in it but only a couple of spare chairs. I sat next to a man I knew (apparently) I then felt guilty because the lassie had no where to sit. The man then said there was a chair next to him, which there was! (I should have went lucid!) To my left was a massive stack of chairs about six foot high. Between the three of us we moaned about how it was riduclous that we had to sort out the seating ourselves. Bit of a gap
My old Religious Education teacher was standing over me slightly angry looking. He had a jotter and wanted to compare it with my books. I had two duplicate books in front of me, one said 'Reciept book' on it and we both knew that wasn't right (I didn't get lucid - bah!) He said 'Find number 3078 - that'll do' I turned to the relevant page. There was only half a dozen characters written on the page and I was waiting for him to get even more angry!

As I'm(Male) in the gym, i hear all the students saying "No Scoop(my female best friend) No!!!" I'm standing in the bleachers never moving!! All of a sudden i hear everyone saying, Oooooooo!!" But noone is crying. So i rolled down the bleachers about to jump through the rails but its like something was blocking me. Then all of a sudden I'm able to jump through. So i run out the gym door to the outside door and noone is their except my math teacher Mr. Resavy. So i just put my hands over my face and asked, "Mr. Resavy where is she?" He pointed outside and started crying. I look outside and there my bestie is laying there dead! As i realized that she jumped off the building i fell to the floor crying!!! And that's the end of the dream!!!

As I'm in the gym, i hear all the students saying "No Scoop(my female best friend) No!!!" I'm standing in the bleachers never moving!! All of a sudden i hear everyone saying, Oooooooo!!" But noone is crying. So i rolled down the bleachers about to jump through the railss but its like something was blocking me. Then all of a sudden I'm able to jimp through. So i run out the gym door to the outside door and noone is their except my math teacher Mr. Resavy. So i just put my hands over my fsce and asked, "Mr. Resavy where is she?" He pointed outside and started crying. I look outside and there my bestie is laying there dead! As i realized that she jumped off the building i fell to the floor crying!!! And that's the end of the dream!!!

1.I was sitting in a class in school with my friend Dylan. As the teacher was teaching, another teacher came in. It was my Architectural Design teacher Mr. Barber. Suddenly a baseball game started showing up on the projector. Everyone in the class started to watch it. Then Mr. Barber asked a question, "Does anybody watch baseball?". I replied, "Yea I do, go Astro's !"(not sure why I said this because the Astros suck). Mr. Barber walked over to me and celebrated that very fact, and he seemed really delighted that I liked the Astros. We hugged out of joy and continued watching the baseball game. Throughout the game I remember making up random names and saying whatever I saw a person doing. That's Smithie Wilson, and he's about to cover home base!". Nobody actually knew that I was making up names until I told them later on after I had explained two other players, and Mr. Barber seemed disappointed in my act, even though I was just joking around.
We continued watching the game, and I don't remember what happened after this.

Date Not Specified

Of course I do not remember the exact details of what Panty Anarchy said to me. But as I picture the fallen angel, sitting on her bed and recollecting her story, I can imagine what it was to first come out of her mouth. An out of character statement filled with nostalgia, fondness, and regret. One that would set the theme for this dream: "I love my sister."

You see Panty called me into her hotel room for a specific reason. Those familiar with this character would already have a pretty good idea as to where this situation might be headed but they would be wrong. She called me in to lend her an ear and that was the extent of her intentions. She wanted someone to lament to, someone she could trust. Those familiar with the this character would also be familiar with her sister: Stocking Anarchy. It was a fallout with her that caused Panty so much grief. I entered and sat on a chair in the corner. She sat on the bed looking down at her feet. I was there to listen and so I did.

"I don't remember how long it's been since I had last spoken to her but it has been quite a while. Maybe even years. Stocking and I did not always get along, I'll admit, but it was never this bad. She and I have never spoken or even looked at each other since that day we had our falling out. And now I don't think that we will ever reconcile." Panty slumped over even further. I might have even seen a tear or two fall from her eyes. "I know that it's partly my fault. I know that I was prideful but what was I to do?" Panty's fists clenched and I saw her sorrow gradually transform into anger, "It was all because of her. This never would have happened if she had never come into our lives. You know who I mean, that fucking bitch Vurgent!" Vurgent was another fallen angel. One who does not exist within the show but only within the dream realm. Vurgent is the name by witch this hostile was addressed. She was a sower of discord as she was the direct cause of the fight between Panty and Stocking, though I do not remember the details of exactly how this transpired. I don't remember leaving but I must have.

Later I found myself in the lobby of the hotel. There were pillars that were surrounded by rectangular monitor screens. The screens were playing a trailer for a new video game that was coming out. This game was based off of the lives of Panty and Stocking and game footage that was being shown just so happened to be of a scene between Panty, Stocking, and Vurgent. Vurgent dressed in a red shirt and skirt and had red hair, she wore it in a long pony tail. She bore a striking resemblance to Kyoko from Modoka Magica. The Anarchy sisters were chasing Vurgent down and were quite anxious to capture her. They were clearly furious with her but I did not know why. I was suddenly struck with feelings of sympathetic anger towards Vurgent. The Anarchies used to be good friends and now thanks to her the were indefinitely estranged. I began to root for the Anarchies as the chased Vurgent down even though it was just game; a trailer, let alone.

It was there that I just so happened to see Stocking and she too was watching the trailer. I spoke with Stocking like I spoke with Panty but she did not harbor the same sentiments as her sister. She expressed feelings of unrelenting hostility and anger towards her sister. She completely blamed Panty for the situation and she expressed absolutely no desire to reconcile with her sister. I don't think that anything more happened after that.

November 11, 2014

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UGh. This was NOT a fun dream. This is the first time I've had a lucid nightmare...



I was walking in the mountains outside my Big City, with Zukin and my brothers. We had decided to go camping or whatever near the top of one of the peaks. (I think it was to the northeast of the city, based on the general feeling I had, though I'm not positive)

The place was weird. It had a jungle-gym-like entrance (it was either a rope tunnel upwards to the second floor, or something), but there was also a normal entrance near a picnic table. The house thing went into the rock-wall behind it, which was way cool. I was sitting on this picnic bench with the others, and looking around. There was a balcony-type veranda thing behind me and to the right, which I liked to sit on. To my right, which was downhill, the driveway thing slip like a wishbone to make a sort of turn-around where it met the road. To my left, which was further up the hill, there were other houses or something. It went around a left-turn and we couldn't see what was past this area.

We acquired some guests, and there was a point where I could see a parking lot in the city, where I knew one of the people we were expecting was leaving from. So I knew when they left. None of us had cars apparently, so we were kinda stuck (I iguess we could walk there, but we could only drive away). This guy came leaping past us (like in John Carter) and he was about to leap right over the house and onwards, but we convinced him to stay. It was here that I sort of had the feeling I was dreaming, but I didn't do a reality check.

Then , the person we were expecting arrived; it was my ex. Then I knew I must be dreaming, because A) we don't talk much anymore and B) he's living on the other side of the country haha. I looked at my hands, and realized I was dreaming.

But it really wasn't a very high level of awareness.

That's when I started getting a bad feeling about the place. There was a beautiful sunset, and good company, and an amazing house to stay in for the night, but I couldn't shake this slightly bad feeling. It got worse as the sun set more (and, knowing my dreams, sunsets/darkening of the world in general are beautiful but a bad sign)

It seemed to be in a perpetual state of sunset, though for the most part. Then a car drove past, coming down from the mountain. When I looked in the windows, I could have sworn I saw creepy-ass ghoul faces staring at me. I blinked, and there was a lone man in the driver's seat. The car went down to the rode, and ended up turning around to come back up. The driver unrolled his window and asked the guests we'd gathered if they wanted rides down the mountain. They all readily agreed.

Watching them leave, packed into that little sedan, was like watching my own death or something, for some reason. I was suddenly vary anxious, and said to my brothers, ex and Zukin, "Let's go inside... like now."

They all nodded and got up to go inside, but I had a little makeup bag filled with various kinds of sweets, mostly chocolate. As I picked it up, my hands were shaking so much that I dropped it and the sweets rolled all over the place. I grew even more frantic, and told them all to wait for me. The only one who wasn't inside yet was my big brother, who was stepping inside the door. I stammered, "Wait B don't leave me out here you need to WAIT!!!!" (the last word was shrill, cracked, hysterical)

I was on my hands and knees trying to gather up the dispersed sweets, barely able to put them back into the bag. My brother stopped, turned, and came to help me. He asked me what was wrong, but all I could get out was, "I don't know. I'm scared and I don't know why but I'm so scared!" I was still shaking so much I couldn't even pick up chocolates anymore. He picked them up and helped me put them back in the little makeup pouch, but at this point I was covering my ears and rocking back and forth, and my eyes were shut so tight it hurt. He asked what was so important about the sweets and what was wrong, again.

I didn't even know. "I DON'T KNOW. I'm just so scared. I don't know why and I hate it I hate it I really, really hate it..!"

There was a swooshing sound and I screamed at the top of my voice.

Then I woke up... I RC'd about 15 times, using various of the methods to be sure I was awake
It was only 1:40 am. For the next hour at least, I was just laying there, still very edgy. I was convinced my room was haunted, that there was something looming over me. Every time I closed my eyes I could see it; It was wrapped in some sort of cloth, almost like a mummy mixed with a zombie, but it had no face, and didn't move an inch, ever. I could sense it and hear it, in a really weird, disconnected way.
There were also some noises. There was a scratching once, and a clang another time, and then a thump around half an hour after I woke up... Could have been anything, but I was convinced there was something evil in my room, and so it was very hard to fall back asleep.

November 09, 2014

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I was walking with Zukin along one of the streets by my house in my hometown. We passed the house of one of my highschool friends. His sister was out in the yard playing with their dog.

When we got closer to the intersection with my street, we were both squished by a truck. But it was more like being sat on my something big and heavy, but squishy. We almost suffocated, but the driver realized and moved. We threatened to sue him, but he gave us both something to keep us from doing that. I can't remember what it was, and it probably wasn't anything all that great IWL, but to my dreamself it was the best shit ever apparently, because we left happy.

We got to the intersection of that street with my street, and apparently Zukin was living in the house on that corner. We went inside, except I went inside first, unlocked a door on the second floor (it was a door at the end of a hallway, that opened to what looked like a place where they used to have a balcony, but didn't anymore, or something). Anyways, I unlocked and opened that door, and two people jumped up through that door.

Zukin had mentioned something about a "ceremony" (she used the hand gestures). I assumed it was going to be drinking, or something, but when we got to her room, she takes out a pink anal vibrator, and was getting ready to use it in front of everyone who was there. My linguaistics professor was one of the people there, for God-Knows-What-Reason. I was basically like "WTF Zukin" and excused myself to get something from my own house. While I was walking up the hill to my house, I was looking at all the trees. There were small, and looked like they were for harvesting something or other. I knew what they were for apparently, and I could tell which ones were ready to be harvested, and which ones still needed growing.

I went back to that house for an amazing dessert that was planned.

11 November 2014

I was an assistant to Prince Zuko. I have no damn recollection as to what it was I was assisting him with but I was his assistant in something. The last thing I remember is that he and I were in some kind of kitchen that had it's walls and ceiling missing. One might believe this lone kitchen to be the remains of some old building that was razed long ago but this kitchen was fully operational and it was clearly hooked up to the grid. He and I were in there making pizza hut style pizza and we could not wait as we were both quite starving. I remember the setting was peaceful. This rogue kitchen was set in a jungle and it was a perfect day; not a cloud in the sky. But our sense of security would be cut short in a blaze of shouts and gunshots. Before Zuko and I both knew it we were being face with the barrels of several semi-automatics and armed soldiers. And given the shape of this room, we were effectively cornered.

Now my reaction was typical of any man who is scared shitless. I threw my hands up and Zuko followed suit. I tried to reason with them but the volume of my please could not match that of their threats.
Note: at one point I change perspectives and see through the eyes of one of the hostiles. From his perspective everything behind him and his crew is completely pitch black and the only source of light is coming from the kitchen.
Switching back to my perspective I realized why the hostiles were still shouting. The upturned lid of the pizza box was obstructing their full view of me and they were afraid that I may have been hiding something behind it. At this point the female leader of the group demanded me to close the lid down. Of course, I obeyed. The somewhat young leader (whom I now name Iza) was Zuko's daughter apparently. And much like his sister Izula, His daughter had now respect for him. I did not know what Zuko thought but I am sure it must have hurt to be betrayed like this by his own daughter. They took us but I do not remember exactly what happened in that regard.

This was a very vague dream and I cannot recall much but I do remember that during our time as Iza's hostages, Zuke and Iza were able to reconcile. I do not remember exactly what became of our situation but I imagine that she let us go. I never did figure out what her original intentions were for us and that is probably a good thing.

Trivia
At some point Korra showed up but I do not remember much about that.
Zuko appeared to be in his early 30s

November 08, 2014

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Dioramas

I was a prince of some fantasy country, and there was a celebration for my family. I was the oldest son, and we all had to participate in this ceremony where we face ourselves. We were all sitting on our knees, Japanese Tee Ceremony style, on some pillows. Next to me, the floor opened up. It was dark, and the hole had a part that looked like it was stairs, and a part that seemed to go straight down. I thought it would be too easy, a trick, to go down the easier looking stair-like part, so I lowered myself down into the unknown, through the plain hole. My feet soon touched a platform, and I lowered myself lower so my eyes could adjust to the darkness. I kept lowering myself to platforms on the walls of this square-shaped vertical tunnel. It was a little like a well, but square-shaped.

I saw a point of light at eye level at some point, and I moved my head to get perspective and pinpoint where it was coming from. I leaned on the wall, and it moved. I realized I could slide the walls to either side; It opened the hole a little more, and so I slid another wall a few feet until there was a hole big enough for me to get through.

When I got through the hole, I was in a room that looked like it went around the original well-like tunnel. There were dioramas that moved lining the walls. You had to pump them or something to get them to move, but they were devices I was familiar with and fond of, so I knew how to use them all. They were all scenes from my life. I followed the room all the way around until I got to the diorama of this day, and was a little bit surprised and scared to see that there was one more diorama after it. When I mustered the courage to look at it, it was simply the garden with a piece of a stone wall missing. But it still bothered me somehow.

I went back up to the surface and told my family about my experience, and how the missing wall really bothered me. The foreboding feeling had grown since I'd seen it.

I think there was something about an uncle betraying us or something after that.




Rooster Tails

I was at an entrance of a building that was on a lake. There were platforms to jump out onto, and I jumped to one, and it moved away from the building a foot or two. There were eels or something, maybe some huge catfish, in the water, and something making rooster tails in the water next to and around me. I kept jumping to new platforms, each one moving further and further away from the building, until there were no more platforms I could jump to. I was afraid of whatever was making the rooster tails in the water (think that scene from the Princess Bride with the man-eating eels)

Last night I had an IILD! Btw, don’t Google that one, I'm playing off DILD! I had another fishing dream where I caught a 4 foot long Mahi Mahi. I wanted to take a picture of it, so I pulled out my handy dandy iPhone. Instead of taking a picture, the iPhone acted like a projector. It projected a picture onto the wall beside me. When I turned the iPhone off, the picture was still on the wall! Very cool! The picture was printed onto the wall by the iPhone. There was one problem, the picture wasn’t straight, and so I raised my hand and straightened it out by simply waving my hand at it. I knew there was no way my iPhone could do this, and I certainly couldn’t straighten a picture out by waving my hand at it. Lucid again! I pulled my iPhone out and showed my cousin how it could print pictures onto a wall with it. My cousin was very impressed with this. I then decided to go for a flight and see if I could find my daughter, but instead I found my mom.

I flew up into the sky to go search for my daughter. It was beautiful, sunny, summer day. The sun was reflecting off the lake, causing it to dance with light. I came in low over the trees, and discovered I was in my home town, and then I flew down my parent’s street. A dream character stopped on the street and stared up at me. Her face seemed to come straight at me momentarily through a cloudy gray fog. She was an old woman and she gave me a look like, what the heck are you doing now? I flew past her and landed on my parent’s front yard. I walked into the back yard where I found my sister and mom. I first went to my sister and patted her on the shoulder and told her I loved her. She told me she loved me too. The dreaming was starting to fade, and I should have done something about that, but I just wanted to hug my mom, so I quickly headed over to her. She smiled brightly, and before I could hug her, I woke up. Next time I’ll stabilize and not be so rushed.

Oh, I had another lucid dream last night, just before this one, where everything was dark and gray. There was no color. I don’t remember why I was lucid, it just seemed to happen. I was going around turning gray leaves green by pouring water on them. I was explaining to a dream character how the leaves are green in the waking world. He said it never rains here, and then he started to cry. I started to cry too because I could feel his deep sadness. There were tears pouring down my cheeks as I walked away from him, and then I lost lucidity, and I continued dreaming.

non-dream dream lucid

I was looking forward to this morning. Really was.
Made an improved alarm clock, with louder volume, and a reality check reminder (with 10 sound clips firing randomly every 30 minutes).

Even cleaned off my bed and tried laying on my back for an SSILD.
And that's when things started to go bad.
At first, my bed wasn't that clean even after I'd wiped it off, so I still felt like I had dirt on me.

And then I had an upset stomach, so it was very hard to concentrate on anything.
So I decided to go to sleep.


So I end up waking up like 2 hours into the 4 hour clock, and everyone else in the house is starting to wake up in ernest so there's loads of sounds.
Ended up staying up for 30 minutes or so, so this should be an ideal WBTB.
Since it's waaay too late for FILD, I try SSILD again.
It's actually pretty interesting, I actually get to the point where my hands and feet feel really heavy and almost numb. But that's as far as I get.
Once again, I don't feel comfortable enough. My pillow is too tall so my neck hurts and I'm getting a headache.

So I decide to get up and switch sides, sleeping on the other side of the bed. This is much better and I'm able to get a bit farther into SSILD before the discomfort rears its ugly self.

Eventually I turn myself over and sleep on my front side, and it has quite an improvement in that I'm actually able to go to sleep. It's almost impossible to concentrate on SSILD cycles though. I remember at one point I actually get to the point where bits of dreams start to form.

I remember thinking to myself, "I want to see a giant bird! ". Almost immediately I'm greeted with an image of something that looks like a cross between a parrot and a hornbill. I never actually saw how big it was but I assume it was larger than the bushes it was around.

Similar experiences permeated the next 15 or so minutes.
At the end I just decided to give up and fall asleep normally.

Ended up having a few dreams that I can't recall, and one that I can recall in some detail.

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The visit from OTG
Fragmented: no
Lucid: no
TGMG: no
Recall rating: 5

So I'm looking into the jeep, and everything's all poppy green. The windows are all mossed over.
Next thing I know Overthegun comes in the door. I'm thinking "This is really weird".

He ends up going into the bedroom and laying down on my bed where my mom is. I go into the bedroom, laying on the pile of clothing opposite the bed, and watch. I'm thinking to myself "What the actual fuck is going on here".

End up running into the living room, where I look on my computer, where the WJR jingle is loaded up. I think "Right, this would be interesting to show to OTG since he's british" .

That's when I wake up, laying there in my bed. It's around 1400 again. I'm tired, so I end up drifting in and out of sleep for the next 30 or so minutes, but never deep enough to dream, or even forget the dream entirely.

Once I get up, I look at my laptop, JUST as the countdown clock is hitting zero. Once it does, nothing happens. No sound. "Great, my alarm clock doesn't work at all". Neither did the reality check reminder. Might have to remake them in C or something.

Once I finally got to the point where I was willing to make a DJ entry I'd considered the dream too messed up to enter. This is the first time DJing it in full.

Dream recall chart for last 5 or so days:

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non lucid

CT was talking about how he was about to go see some chick.


There was a stage with tabla drums on it. I thought I should go see if I have still have any skills. I attempted to play and
this lady said that I should not doing so. I had the feeling that she didn't believe I had any prior training. I asked the
price of the tabla drums and she responded saying that were over 300 hundred I believe. I then told her that I had a teacher
that played tabla so fast that you couldn't see his fingers.