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I took a nap after waking up from the previous dreams, and this is what transpired:

I was playing a Harry Potter themed video game and had to collect a lot of food along the way for health. Professor Snape needed me for an examination, and then once I was done there I had to go to Professor Lupin's for the same reason.

Then the dream changes and I was Against the Moon's Remus Lupin, in a trailer park that surely isn't the one I live in. The afternoon was very bright, and the Sun was just starting to set. I'm standing in a gazebo doing something or another, and then when I turned around I seen two Moons.

I was surprised. Surely to God I was dreaming??? That was off. We don't have two Moons. And yet, I didn't do anything. I stood still, perfectly still, and continued to watch. Was I dreaming? Was I really dreaming? I didn't think I was, but there were two Moons!

I was waiting for something to happen, and then something did. The second Moon turned into something else, and then something else again, and it kept moving in the sky and zooming around until finally it landed in one of the trailer's yards.

It was an artistic development--not really a second Moon--and I was definitely not dreaming.

Later on Sirius and James came, and we were all skipping down the road. Eventually we stayed in my room and my parents went out to get the pictures of all the different things from the sky that I had seen. There were actually a lot I hadn't (as I wasn't even looking in that direction for a good bit), but all of them were less than impressive when compared to when they were in the sky.

DF: Dreamed that I had been raped twice, and Script didn't actually rape me, he sexually assaulted me. Ivory was friends with the two rapists on Facebook and she kept telling me all about their funny statuses, and I told her I didn't want to hear about them. She acted like I had hurt her feelings and I thought about telling her I didn't want to be friends with her anymore, but I didn't want to be told that I was just over-reacting, so I didn't.

DF: My dad needed to be bailed out and so we were traveling from bonds place to bonds place, but so much money was needed that no one was willing to work with us. Daddy wasn't in jail, he was with us, so I'm not sure why he needed it.

Main dream: Mama and Daddy keep arguing and I finally tell Mama that it would be best if she was to go. Though Daddy complains she does, and I stare out the window and watch her leave. The inside car light was on and I could see that she was struggling to not cry.

I was worried because I was all alone with my dad. I have many fears about being alone with him, and they all came to the surface after she left.

It's a weekend in the dream, but I have math homework that is due Monday. I keep putting it off in favor of playing this MyCandyLove-related game, which was almost the same except it was Death Note themed. I was able to play as my Candy, but I could repeat any episode as many times as I liked so that I could talk to whichever guy I preferred. My favorite seemed to be Light, and my second-favorite was L. I also kept trying to seduce one dude. . . .

Then later on I was talking to a group of people in a dark room and one woman said something like, "Your parents really broke your heart, didn't they?" I agreed.

At school I'm taking Death Note Discussions III--apparently I'm a junior. I greatly enjoy this class and can't wait for the following year.

Then it's Monday, and I had yet to do my homework. When I was coming out of my room and was about to leave the trailer my dad caught me and asked if he could hardcore ground me by listening to "Iron Man" by Heavy Metal (pretty sure it's by Black Sabbath in real life XD) that afternoon. I told him I didn't care and he said he likes the song and he used to study to it.

It's very overcast outside, but blacker than usual.

When I get on the bus I'm only just above 14% on my phone and don't want to waste my charge.

I was with S at college. We were walking around campus in the evening hours. I can recall it being around 6:00. S said he had to go home, and I wanted to run to this bakery place before it closed at 6:20. Also, it was Halloween in the dream and everybody was wearing costumes. I think I was dressed up as Minecraft Steve; I was wearing a turquoise shirt and purple pants. S was dressed up as some anime character and had this huge spikey blue wig.
We parted ways and I headed to the bakery. It was underneath the building next to my dorm in this huge complex that is not there IWL. I went inside and got in line at the bakery. The clock read 6:19 and you could tell the place was closing down. But there were a few other people that wanted to drop by before they closed.
I asked the woman behind the counter if I could have the last chocolate chip muffin and some milk. She said 'sure' and handed me both of the items. I then waited for two other people to check out before it was my turn.
I gave my ID to the guy at the checkout so I could pay. For some reason he just took it and held it above the slot without swiping it. After about fifteen seconds he sarcastically said:
"Ooops! It's 6:21. Were closed now! Sorry! We can't give you this!" The lady behind the counter and another DC worker, a tall blonde guy who was wiping down tables both started laughing at me. I stormed out of the bakery vowing never to do business there again.
I walked outside and up this big hill that isn't there IWL. I took note of how floaty gravity seemed to be. I kept on jumping up and swimming through the air for a few feet before drifting back down. This prompted me to preform a nose pinch. Now I became lucid, but I still felt like I wasn't all there.
Primarily because I turned around and went back to the bakery. One way or another I was gonna get my muffin from these guys. I got back to the door and pulled on it. Locked.
I see the three dream characters still inside; the bakery had metal and glass doors with floor-to-ceiling windows. The cashier guy was standing around eating my muffin and drinking my milk. The tall guy was still cleaning tables, and the woman was putting what was left of the day's goods. (A couple of bagles) into boxes. The three saw me standing outside me and started laughing again.
Oh man was I getting ticked off by these three. I tore the metal and glass door off its hinges and threw it into the road. They stopped laughing.
I walked over to the cashier guy and punched him in the gut. I heard a thunderclap sound and the guy went flying backwards into the wall. He then fell into a couple of tables and chairs. The other two dream characters took off running.
I walked over to the cashier and looked down at him.
...
For some reason me and him were sitting together at a table. He had a bandage around his head.
"Look dude, I'm sorry... about everything. I didn't know you were..."
"I don't forgive you."
"What?! why?"
"Because I know you're not saying that because you are sorry. You're only saying it because now you realize that I can hurt you. Next time, be more careful who you mess with. You never know who might give you a bad day."
I turned and walked out. The dream faded.

My dream was set in the pub that I did a trial shift in yesterday evening.

So I'm in the pub, and various friends arrive through the evening. At one point I am sat at the end of the bar with some of them, and a group of men come in, three of them, and start saying they are going to kill someone. We wanted them out of the pub and we started fighting. The manager grabbed one guy, I grabbed this HUGE guy and the other one disappeared. I am not sure where the guy the manager was fighting went, but the guy I was fighting picked up a chair. (Turned into one of those wrestling chairs that they hit each other with) and started coming towards me. I through my pint glass and it hit the chair, he then threw the chair and I grabbed it out of the air. He ran at me and I managed to judo flip hip to the floor. then commenced 5 minutes of me showing him hell and dragging him round like a rag doll. He then got up and apologised, and bought me a drink and left.

I sat at the bar with my pint and turn around and stood there is an an ex is there with some friends. I say hello and they come over. She wraps her arms around me and gives me a massive hug telling me I should have seen her more. She has purple lipstick (which sounds weird but looks quite good) and she leans in to kiss me half on the lips half on the cheek. It goes on me and we laugh about it (I wont go into any more details, but it was one of those soppy dream moments that you wake up smiling from)

I said that I would join her outside with everyone, and went behind the bar to get a drink. The pub had been open so long it was light outside and they were cleaning up behind the bar area. All the handles had been taken off the pumps except the Strongbow one. At first I attempted to get things out of the Carling one, but all that came out was some crappy old ale with loads of sediment in it, then the glass smashed in my had as I tried to drink it, and I could feel the sharp glass pressing against my lips. Eventually just got a Strongbow in a new glass. I went outside with everyone and then the dream ended.

-Notes-

Before Bed
No blue light from screen (got an app called flux)
Alcohol, one amaretto and coke
Nicotine
Little water
Bed at 01:30 rose at 09:30

More violence. And different to other dreams where usually if I go to hit something it feels like I am moving my arm against a sponge or through water
I have also just stared drinking Rooibos tea (and allot of it because its so good) which has lots of health benefits, so maybe this has an effect on dream recall?
Tonight I will not drink alcohol but I will have Rooibos.

Morning of November 1, 2014. Saturday.



There were mostly shifting scenes that did not have that much of a relationship to my personal thoughts.

The most unusual one was of being some sort of entity that was “haunting” a museum and getting into a struggle with another being, flying around and such. The battle is not that intense. The museum curator comes out and seems quite annoyed. Apparently there are living quarters in one section of the museum. I feel a bit guilty about any damage that was done in the struggle with the other being. I go to him and somehow materialize several agates from out of the palm of my hand to give to him. I explain how one of them is special, partly made of an unknown compound and supposedly worth millions of dollars. It is white, slightly transparent and with darker blue markings. The other ones are all different from each other as well.

In another scene, I am doing something on an Internet site but it stops working correctly and gives a message about too much traffic. This happens at least twice. Another page comes up and tells me that something is ready to be sent to my system, which is some sort of 3-D printing regarding bookmarks, wall hangings, and pennants with sayings I typed in as well as a few with comedic images. After a time, there are also several windup cars. They look similar to the Japanese plastic models we had years ago but have a more unusual design that makes them look less car-like in body. One seems to have the magnified and exposed “book lungs of a spider” on each side. Apparently you can design anything and have it made via the website although there are templates to choose from and basic guidelines.

For a time, I wind them up and they go through the doorway and through the hall to the other side of the house (which is mostly an unfamiliar location), fairly fast and at a good distance. My two youngest sons seem mildly interested in them. The feelings and focus of winding them up (the windup device being on the bottom and towards the back) seems very realistic and vivid, even the resistance when turning it a few times, as the spiral spring gets tighter.

There is a scene where I am walking through a dark room and something larger seems to fly in my hair a couple times as I swing my arm around, but nothing makes contact with my hand. Later, my wife seems startled by two large geckos on the wall. They are quite large for house geckos though and I am thinking that they are a different sort of lizard. One follows the other with the exact same movements.

In another scene, I go outside to work on my computer near the front of the house yet I do not think it strange for it to be outside set up in an external but inward corner of the house at an L-shaped desk. It is a bit bright outside, and I hear the noise of distant traffic, but this is apparently my actual setup. A jet flies in the sky more to the horizon, making a distorted figure-eight shape with its contrails. There is a vague idea about the potential of it crashing nearby but nothing happens. I have an odd thought about the potential for the world ending and how I would be outside to see it when it happened. It is not a negative thought, just a minor realization. I feel relaxed and well.

1.
I’m one of two children of parents who are gods. The parent of one of them came over for us to meet for the first time.

I’m about eight years old. I have short, wavy, dark brown hair and freckles and look sleepy like I just woke up. I walk into the kitchen - everyone else is already in there, including my ‘brother’, who has cropped light brown hair and seems to be about six or seven.

We eat and talk with him. He looks to be mid-age, with dark hair and a beard, reminds me a bit of Duncan.

He tries to show me a trick with Smoke but it backfires:

“Did you notice that he won’t pay attention to me if you call me a bastard? Try calling me one when I walk by him.”

Note: It had the feeling of implying that Smoke snubbed him because I didn’t like him called him a bastard).

He leaves the kitchen. We wait. When it seems like he’s not coming back, he teleports outside the back door of the kitchen. He comes through and walks by Smoke, and I remember to say ‘bastard’ just when he’s almost past. Smoke just keeps on sleeping.

I’m roughhousing with mom but end up kicking her or something and she gets mad.

I leave the kitchen and go to the bathroom. I lock a few locks but they get kind of jammed. I go to the huge stall and climb up to look down into it. There are some items inside. I don’t want to use it because you can see into it from the door easily. I think there was some light from a window coming through.

I go over to a dresser, open the bottom drawer and prepare to use the bathroom there. Apparently I had before.

2.
A guy and his girlfriend get in a terrible accident, but she didn’t survive. He got stuck with her gruesome body in some kind of box container until he could be saved. I think someone had asked him about this story so he told them.

I still feel rotten and spent the night on the settee...

Non lucid - For some reason I was a teenager again, I knew that wasn't right but there you go. I was in a room with some old school pals, and I made two of them cry like babies. I said to the second one 'For God sake you're fourteen, no you're fifteen ...... erm how old are we just now?'

Walking down the street In my home town with two guys.

Me 'There used to be loads of sweet shops in Forfar'
Pal 'No there didn't'
Me 'Aye there was, there used to be four'
Pal 'Fours not a lot'
Me 'It is so'
Pal 'Balls to that'

and on it went.

I was in Asda apparently. There was a way of getting aboot which involved sitting in a wee rollercoaster like contraption which would stop at various departments. The wifie in control would shout out left or right for the exit.

that's it1

This was a very strange one. I was in what felt like a Wendy’s or McDonalds, save for the place was deserted, and it felt like it was closed. I was sitting in the corner along with a dream character who I did not recognize, but was a male.
[Dream Logic] They showed me a box full of these cutouts that were made out these really tough foam. They were cut into radial snowflake like patterns and he told me about how they were ‘Grow your own spaceships’. All you had to do was add water and they would turn into a spaceship. [/Dream Logic]
To be honest, the DC might have been Marcus, but I can’t remember. The dream was so blurry. This seems crazy even for something he would come up with.
So I took two of them out of the box. We had a cup of water and we used these little eyedroppers to get them started. The foam starts to puff up, and sure enough metal paneling begins to emerge and build. Watching this thing self-assemble is strange. It is fascinating to watch. The assemble seems something like a transformer, and I eventually see a rocket engine assemble in the center.
“Ya see that? That’s the kind of engine that will get you to Mars!”
The dream carried on for a long time as the spaceship continued to grow, transform and change. For some reason my spaceship turned into a large dark green suitcase with rocket motors on the bottom, and lights on the inside. The DC told me that the foam cutout was faulty and that I would try with another one. I lost the dream around there.

Something to do with being in a rather small room with a pool and a hot tub. For some reason all of the tiles are a rich forest green and there are high, narrow windows running along the top of the wall.

I am with S. We are in my room together and there is a large wall-mounted flatscreen TV on the wall where the dresser should be. We are sitting on the end of my bed, wrapped in blankets and eating popcorn out of a huge bowl. S wants to watch an adventure time episode called 'Finn's Future Nightmare'
The episode is supposed to center around Finn's future son who in the episode is this nightmarish monstrosity. There are a couple of blurry indistinguishable scenes that go on for a minute or two, then one of his shadow. It pans up to show a silhouette of the character. He is huge and brawny and has sword blades in the place of his hands.
There are then some scenes of him terrorizing innocent candy people. For some reason they are in this really realistic setting. This is followed by a scene of adult Finn rushing at him with the Grass Sword and Jake who has morphed into a shield. Supposedly in this future of adventure time, Jake can change not only the shape of his body but the composition; so his shield transformation actually looks like a shield.
His son steps out of the shadow. He looks like a little bit like the basic Finn (Save for muscles and sword hands) with the same outfit, and he has five or six of these pinwheel devices running up his shirt like buttons. They open and expand and fire energy out in different colors. Finn blocks them with the sword and he charges into melee range.
...
Finn wakes up from his nightmare, and Jake asks him what he dreamed about. He says he doesn't want to talk about it.

I am casually strolling along in the industrial park that is a few blocks from my house. The area has become a swamp and the factories are abandoned and flooded. It was some kind of post-apocalyptic future where my town had been destroyed and flooded, and the boardwalk had been built as a means for the new generation to walk around and explore what past towns and cities looked like.
Also, for some reason in this dream, I was like 14 or 15 years old. (I was walking around in the body that I had when I was 14 or 15. Something to do with cloning me.)
I had my computer with me. I approached a sitting area on the boardwalk and opened it up. I began typing up (in a word document) my dreams from earlier in the night when I was approached by a group of maybe six people. Some of them had vague resemblances to kids who used to bully me in middle school. One of them tried to grab at my computer, but I closed it.
I then remembered that it was when I turned fifteen that I started taking self defense classes. I wondered if my skills were any good. I saw one of the bullies try to do a mock kick to make fun of that fact, but he fell over backwards.
Another bully tried to grab my computer from my arms but I backed away. I leaped into the air and kicked him in the face. He fell over and I landed. A guy charged at me from the right and swung at me. I ducked. He then tried to uppercut me. I leaned back. Another guy came at me from the left. I kicked him in the gut and he fell over. The guy on my left swiped at me, and two more guys were coming in. I threw my computer up over me and caught it behind my back. I thought to myself how I should be careful doing stunts because I don't want my laptop to be broken or stolen.
Even though I was holding my own in this fight, for some reason I decided to try to get these guys off of me.
I yelled: "Police Officer!" and pointed behind them. All of the bullies looked where I pointed.
There was nobody there.
One of the bullies yelled "Oh, Sh*t!", and they all started running as if they were actually in trouble.
Dream characters don't get much more stupid than that.
But if that wasn't strange enough, I started running too. I can't remember why. I guess I figured that they might realize that there actually was no police officer and would try to chase me down. As I was running, I noticed that I was barefoot, and I seemed to be pushing off the ground with just my toes.
I then noticed that the frequency of my steps was very low. I was taking one step every ten feet and the way I was bounding off the ground; I almost seemed to be floating.
I became partially lucid, dropped my computer and started flying when the dream ended.

Dreams on October 29.

First dream: I'm a part of a Christian camp and I'm in a cabin. My councilor (or at least the one who teaches me from the little book we get) is a young, black dude, probably in his late teens, who was very friendly. He sort of reminded me of a hippy. I had a giant magnifying glass and he wanted to see.

But before that the heads of my cabin were putting us all in the little areas in the camp we needed to go to.

Afterwards, one girl in my cabin said she got to talk to one of the pageant leaders.

Second dream: I showed Ivory Coke songs and she liked them. I was talking to her--I think out loud--while I was walking to a convenient store. I seen her behind the glass door and she was looking pretty; I remember that her hair was straight. We were talking a bit and at some point she pulled the door open so I could come inside (I would have pulled it open anyway, but I don't think I wanted to--I think I wanted our interaction to be more poetic). Two Hispanics come up behind me and I offer to let them come through, but they move on to the next door and the mother said, "That's how you deal with people like that," referring to me.

Then Mama, Daddy and I are in a car. Mama's knee is messed up and Daddy is angry. He has a sharp, plastic stick he uses to strike her with when he thinks we're about to crash. He sits in the middle of the front seats so he can be ??? something, I don't know. Though I am in the back, I am the one braking.

We go speeding down the road, but I keep applying pressure on the brakes. Mama says that this way of driving is good, because it keeps her from going too fast because she is angry (mostly with Daddy, probably).

Cars do come out and they are everywhere. It becomes difficult to dodge them and we wreck.

We're back in the beginning, as if it's a video game. I suggest we do it again, and my parents seem as though their tension goes out and they are happy. This time when we get in I'm in the passenger's seat, though still the brake.

(We drive in rural areas.)

Dream 1

I was inside the subway waiting to take the train. When I heard it I ran to take it and ended up in a room with people. But somehow the room was moving as if we were on a train. I found this peculiar until it completely changed into my living room. There was a little boy and girl and a African mom. The little girl wanted to sleep but couldn't cause her brother kept waking her up. The little boy said the mom drugged her so she would not fall asleep. Even though she did not sleep last night.

I saw that the little boy was playing a new melee game and started playing with him.But than I noticed that the house was now like a mansion and I saw these tall slim shadows walking around like they lived there and were creatures trying to blend in with society. My parents tried talking to me but I told them I didn't have time to talk and ran off. Even though I was missing pants.

When I went out the door there was a huge construction truck in front of the door and I tried lifting it to hear my brother say that he was inside trying to stop it from running into the house. He said it was my fault cause I didn't pay the rent. I hugged him, apologized than tried using the tissue to cover his bleeding head but he stopped me than left.


Dream 2

I forgot most of it but I'll try to remember. Hmmm....(/"- w-) I was at my house and my dad showed me an old picture of when we lived in the old house. I wanted to see more but my dad said I wasn't ready to see the rest. I was annoyed and left to my room where I saw my brother and his friend holding our old camera but the stand was longer than it should have been.

When I left I somehow ended up on a bus and was listening to a guy talk to a girl about what they want for Christmas. I was going to leave but when I saw spiders on the floor and tried to run I got caught in a tangle of strings holding my foot. I asked for help and a little boy helped untangle the mess for me.

I thanked him and out of no where other kids came telling me they were going to leave now. We all hugged each other goodbye and they left. After that I remember something else happening. I think I woke up in the dream on my bed and scratched my head to notice I could feel my brain.

After suffering an AVM (arteriovenous-malformation) and major cerebral bleed and
eight hour craniotomy I read at a medical website
that some patients with difficult histories like mine,
or worse, sometimes do not have dreams while asleep any more.
Actually they often do not remember any dreams, some
do not have dreams and some have them but do not remember
them. Of course, not having any dreams would be a big
medical problem to begin with. This is how I remember
the problem related to me.

Recovering in the hospital, and at first back at home,
I did not remember having any dreams and so I began to
worry some. Then one night not long I think after returning
home I dreamed and in it my wife and I went, by cab,(had no
driver's license at first)to a co-worker's home and there
was a party and there were computers set up in their family
room as a computer class. The co-worker was a lady who
gave computer classes, but of course not at home. In the dream her son was there and he graciously drove us home afterwards because as I said I could not yet drive. I was happy that I was finally dreaming again.

When I returned to work a few weeks later I again met the
co-worker who gave computer classes and one day I told her
of my dream and all the details. Now, I didn't know her
well and didn't even know if she was married or had any
children. She told me after I related the dream that she
did have a son and he was about the age that I dreamed he
was. I was surprised.

It wasn't a dream with a message or anything like that, but
I remember it well even after 12 years. I was happy that
I was dreaming, and today I seldom remember any whole dreams,
but once in a while I remember a tiny part of one and so
I know I am still dreaming.

Inside a large compound with one high sloped wooden bank, and building on two of the other sides. The other end just kept going so the compound must have been huge. I had a paintball gun in my hands and was in the middle of a game with one other person. Interesting to see how gravity effected the balls as they were fired. Even over short distance. On the opposite side to the sloped bank was a dilapidated building. Some old friends were leaning out of it shouting me to come up, saying they were building a swimming pool. Took the staircase on the right side of the building, expecting just to be able to walk right through, but it was split into two rooms, and the room I was trying to get through was JAM PACKED with mothers and their kids. I mean shoulder to shoulder mothers... no chance. Carried on up one more flight of stairs to see if I could get over the top but my path was blocked by large atlas maps rolled up in plastic tubes. I needed one for my bedroom in real lifeso I picked it up, but a child said 'No, they are the schools!'

Ran back to the car park and jumped in a Jeep wrangler, speeding off down the jungle rally track that started at the end of the car park. Look over to my left and in the passenger seat is a young boy, and for some reason I know he is going to be there for the rest of the time. I slam my foot to the floor, and hurtle round the corners. It reminds me of temple run, and huge logs block the road at points. I don't slow down, just lean back and pull the steering wheel and the car jumps over. I miss judge a turn though and the car goes rolling into the forest. We manage to jump out before the car leaves the road though, and we watch it hurtle into the distance. (A few minutes later ill see an explosion in the distance and assume that was the car finally coming to rest)

I look about to see what is around, and an old man is there with a long beard, standing in the middle of a rail way track that runs parallel to the jungle rally track. All three of us walk along it and eventually the trees die back and we are wandering through a large open plain. Suddenly I hear a huge horn and turn around to see a train bearing down on us. Its so close and so fast. Everything goes into slow motion and me and the old man dive sideways. I see the little boy just stood there. The train is about to hit him but I manage to grab his t shirt. It turns all elastic and just stretches, pulling him away much slower than it should. The train turns ad drives off the track. I look up and the driver waves as if to say 'hold on, Ill take it round the block'

Watching the train just disregard the track and do a full circle on the grass was pretty impressive. It came back around and the driver said don'r worry about it. I got on the train and it was full of people what looked like they were heading to a fancy event. I guessed they were all together. The inside of the train was set out exactly like the inside of a coach. I walk out of the middle door into a courtyard. Everyone is stood around as if at a wedding reception. Walking through the crowd, a guy holds his fist up for me to bump it, but when I do, he grabs my hand, and wont let go. Then he does, I crack him the biggest back hand I can manage. (I don't know why) It makes a loud noise, everyone looks, and he starts crying. I big shout of 'Call the police!' goes up and I just leg it. I ran up past the church with my best mate and then up the the police station.

There were tall narrow startcases up the the front desk of the police station and i started pouring out my story to the officer. There was a moody french couple what wouldnt say more than a few mumbles in my direction. I went back ooutside and there was a mob of people shouting for my. Loads of boys from the younger year of my old school with tennis balls, ready to punish me for hitting the guy. I stood up taller than all of them and roared like a lion, and they all ran away. I went back up to the front desk of the station but it had changed into a kitchen and the officer that i had been talking to was stood there making a slight variation of a kebab from Berlin (They are the best) There were three hand guns on the table in front of me and one of them had a large scope on it. I picked it up and looked through the scope. The image I saw was better than crystal clear. I have not seen anything that clear in a dream before. (Expectations)

Put the gun down and went downstairs. There was a car parked outside that was full of water with a man sat submerged inside. as i got there the water had just dipped below his face and he looked upset. I kicked to door off and asked him if he was committing suicide. He said he was, so I dragged him out the car. He looked flustered and told me to leave him alone. He got into a van but I told him he was coming upstairs. He was having none of it and tried to drive off. I was having none of that, and pushed the back of the van. The whole thing spun into a wall. He reversed and I did the same thing. I then grabbed the back and just flipped the whole van onto it's side. (super human strength) He was so angry and started chasing me. I ran up the stairs into the police station and told the officer. He was watching TV at the time and stood up and aimed his gun at the top of the stairs. The fat guy came up, saw the gun and instantly vanished. And then the dream ended.


Before Bed
Blue light from the screen
Lots of alcohol
Nicotine for the first time in a couple of days
Lots of water before bed

Woke at 06:00 and went back into the dream 10 mins later then rose at 09:15

-A few violent things in the dream which doesn't usually happen-

Dream 1:
I am in some kind of a circus, and the trainer is explaining to the animal how they are going to get rich and popular. But the animal should stay on its place the whole time.

Dream 2:
Me and my friends are in a district full of alcoholics (what's up with me and alcoholics..?) My friends say something bad to them so they start chasing us. While running away one of my water bottles drops to the ground, and when I try to pick it up one of the chasers gets to me and makes me fall, but then he asks if I am a dancer, I answer that I once was (which is true). Then he proceeds to describing me what the abbreviation means.

Well here we go again trying to attain lucidity.

I stopped trying almost exactly a year ago, so I will resume by putting down my dream journal entries for 28th October 2014!

Dream 1:
It was a temple like structure where my brother and somebody else lived. We were talking about knowledge and how I knew more things than Hakob (my brother).
And then I am at the sea, following a battleship on a distance of a bout 150 meters, I am floating but I don't feel it, so I am more like a camera. The battleship is beaming the image of Bart simpson into the air using lasers.
Now suddenly I was in the Simpsons' world behind Bart himself and couple of rugged kids. They were discussing how to miss their class,but the saw their teacher's car passing by, so they run to to hide. The teacher looked like a human shaped dinosaur
Dream ends

Dream 2:
Me and my brother are in some shady part of the Moscow city. We drove there to see our uncle and aunt, and I am being a driving badass as always.
After some maze like streets, we find the building. When inside the building, Hakob is no longer with me, he seemed to get lost before I even entered (in Moscow 95% of people live in 6-30 story tall buildings).
Uncle with aunt left for some business, and I go over to the balcony to shout my brother's name in order to show him where I am. To my slight surprise there are several alcoholics that walk like zombies, that are coming towards the building.
Dream ends

Dream 3:
The only words about this dream I do remember are: Royal siege of the castle.

That it! I will make the October 29th entry now

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

I decided the night before to relax and give lucid dreaming a break while I sorted out some stuff on my plate, I didn't want to overwhelm myself and kill my interest in lucid dreaming. Coincidentally I had my fourth lucid dream. I went to bed at about 2am, and I woke up 3ish hours later. I went toilet and had a drink of water from the tap, then went back to bed. As I was going back to sleep I decided I'd do some very short SSILD cycles, I did one cycle and then proceeded back to my usual day dreaming. Then 5 minutes later I did it again. I did this again another 5 minutes later, each time bringing myself back to an aware state of mind and not really with the intention of getting lucid. This probably is the reason why I got lucid.

Dream 1 - Halloween
I vaguely remember this dream, something about walking down the street, me and my friends go into a house and I decide I'd better go get some candy from the supermarket to give to kids that come for Halloween. I go outside and my friends are gone or something.

Dream 2 - Graveyard Lucid Dream
I was running around at night in a cemetery, being a rebel or something... The night passed by and I came back the following day, it's a nice and bright beautiful sunny day. I start free-running around the tombstones like Altair or something, jumping and climbing some huge grave pillars and stuff. I see a grave embedded in a wall of dirt about 2-3 metres tall, I run towards it planning on running up it and jumping on top of the ledge. I fail, and hang from the ledge lazily with one arm a few feet above the ground. I look at the tombstone in front of me now, it reads "102-312AD". This strikes as pretty weird. I let go of the ledge and land on the ground, I think to myself "Hmmm, is this a dream? Pffft.. It MUST be a dream, I'm in a friggin graveyard. But... is it?". I challenge myself to fly in order to test if it is a dream, and BOOM, I soar through the air like a pro, once again flying at the start of my lucid dream, like I've done in every single one I've ever had . I land on the ledge of a large 50m tall tomb. I had felt some strong tingling sensations from the wind as I was flying, I decide that it'd be a good idea to connect to the dream and stabilize as much as I can now that I'm lucid. I touch the wall of the tombstone, it's made from conglomerate rock. I notice the dream starts fading regardless of my attempts to stabilize, I start rubbing my hands together to stabilize, but the sensation is a bit dulled now. The dream fades away, but I can still feel the sensation of rubbing my hands together. I think to myself "I just need to open my eyes and see the dream world" but nope, I needed to lie still and do a DEILD if I wanted to regain the dream. Goofed. I screwed it up and lost the dream completely.

I'm starting to understand how I should approach these situations a lot better now, after all it's only my 4th lucid, I'm not expecting myself to be an expert .