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22:30 pre-bedtime, 1mg melatonin @ 22:00 for resetting bedtime, memory review, set intention for lucid dreaming in the night

22:52 bedtime (yay on schedule!)

(didn't need to consult notes for anything but time of the entries, <but used the one-sentence summaries post as a reminder>)

03:25

+ childhood neighbourhood: on a bicycle at the top of the park on F blvd, old bully MB is there but we're on good terms, I say "this is what you can do a on a bicycle!" and I ride to park-left, up over the curb, and gain speed and ride towards a place where the curb forms a jump and jump WAY up in the air, performing several (3?) back-fiips together with the bike, then steady upright slowly floating down to the ground spin the bike side-ways underneath me in a circle several times, and land on my feet with holding the bicycle up in the air by the seat stem in my right hand (ta da!).

Walking up towards A. blvd above where it meets F blvd past the park a group of girls is there and they're talking about something (networking?) which I disagree with, then they talk about wine, why not grow it here? I think you won't get much, and say "What'll you get, 100 cases? Well, we could sell it at the park for $3/bottle".

At the base of the hill where A and F blvds meet I go DO up in the sky and observe the scene of an accident up on the F hill towards S ave. There are 4 what appear to be motorcycles stopped with their riders, there was some accident there. Close up zooms in to one young Asian man trapped in his "pod" his internal organs are all failing due to the heat inside the pod, he says "No, don't try to save me, save the <ones who come after me>" (who aren't there yet?).

+ I'm standing outside observing lovely golden California hills, standing on a long steep slope (right side facing down the hill), I see to the right the hills go way down to city/the bay. I think I really want to do some hang-gliding here, from here all the way down to the bay. I think that it would be good to try out the hang-glider on a short flight first to make sure it won't collapse on the long, high flight down the hills.

I'm indoors talking with some guy about an <antennae?> that will raise altitude, either he or I make a comment about the updraft winds that would be involved.
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The MOTHER of all "wake can't get back to sleep"s at this point. Some SSILD variants.

05:10 can't sleep, get up to kitchen, sit with cat on lap and drink milk, read a bit from "Nine Princes in Amber" (zillionth reread).

06:15? try back to bed. Still can't sleep. Another hour goes by?

Should I get up again? No. Argh. Counting breaths. Too aware. Fast SSILD

Letting go. Yes, there's some drowsiness there but it's really remote. I just *KNOW* there are some LDs in me waiting to happen, just waiting for me to sleep. My strong intention setting at bedtime is probably keeping me up. Also, I went to bed earlier, in a very firm strict re-setting of my sleep schedule.

Let go on exhale, let go on exhale, total physical and mental relaxation, empty the head, LET GO on exhale....and at some point I fall asleep.

08:57

There were a lot of little scenes, very jumbled, took me quite a while to make sense of them during recall, didn't totally succeed.

+ I found the cat's laser pointer pen, it was by the sink in a <glass of water?>, I try the controls, I poke around and find the button that activates the laser. A bunch of weird stuff has grown around the head of the pen, sort of a ferny-forest of white plastic tendrils, I have to move them all out of the way so that the light beam can shine. I mov e down the hall to the room where the cat is (it's dark), I shine the beam, I see the beam shining through the air and hitting a chair, and the cat <bats at it?>

+ I drive my son S2 to wine store, and I remain in the car, and wonder if anyone will say anything about that, I see a little bit of the store inside the door I see containers on the walls. I watch S2 through the glass window being shown the wine by a clerk, they walk to the left side of the store at the edge of the window, I see the clerk take out a sommelier sampling cup-thing and pour two samples from what look like thermoses, I wonder if I can try the samples but I'm driving. <S2 is too young to be drinking, should he be sampling it?>

+ girlfriend montage:

My GF invites me over to her place on the phone, she wants me to arrive at 11:15pm, I say I can't do that because it's too late and my parents won't let me, I think she may think I'm a wuss for being controlled by my parents so much.

I'm with my GF, she's really mad at me, the way I speak to her, she gives several examples of phrases I've used which make her mad, she thinks I'm being impertinent and short with her, I disagree and ask her to give me a concrete case where I did this, and I give an explanation that I was <talking to a friend in some way that made sense that I used that phrase?>

I <follow her?> enter her room feeling bold about we can have some "action", I catch a glimpse of someone else <her sister?> in the room and immediately turn to leave back out to the hallway, I get a bit bolder and think "no I'm going to do this" and re-enter the room, <don't see anybody else there?>, see my GF then make for the door again to leave, I see her mother (darkish skinned middle-aged woman wearing glasses quietly sitting in a chair not paying me any attention), I walk past her without saying anything, I think, heck, it's my GF's mother, I should at least introduce myself, I go back to her, extend my hand to her saying "Hi, my name's <my name>" and wait for her hand, she offers it and I shake it, I notice that she's REALLY small, like midget-proportions about 2-3 feet fall max and think that this explains why my GF is so petite.

I can't remember my ex-wife's (false memory) name, and that bugs me. She had blonde hair and I recall taking her to my bed in my room.
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+ I walk up to a "sleeping" girl lying down and bend down to kiss her, as I'm about to touch her lips her lips pucker up, her eyes are still closed, I get lucid at some point during the fairly long (10 seconds, yeah that's long for me when lucid, sigh) deep "snog", I'm thinking about trying to maintain focus and awareness but I wake up/transition (not sure which).

+ Walking into a party in a fairly dark room, some guys are mixing/distilling a drink flowing out of a tube into a (blue?) pot on the ground in front of them, a girl is standing against the wall and puking on the floor, something about little gummy candies (either in the puke or the drinks) and she was looking at them. I recalled after walking around a bit that I should gave goosed the busty but unattractive girl I saw when I first entered the party.

Heading up a spiral staircase don't want my friends to see me, they see me, I look into their bright blue eyes, one is a young JoDu, they say something to me but I quickly walk on past them (prelude to the party?)

+ closely contemplating a home-made electronic telephone. The handset is to the right of the phone body which is large and square (1 square foot) and is covered in some sort of plastic/cellophane. Inside underneath the cover and top of the phone body can see a glimpse of a circuit-board. The handset does not sit up right against the body of the phone, I reach in there and pull out a <sock? wool cap?> and it then fits better.

Dream - Lucid

I was at work at the bakery. I was walking by a room where the managers were having a meeting. None of them were in their work clothes. I saw my manager there. Her back was to me and her hair was half pulled up in a short, high ponytail. I thought about how different she looked when she was back here working.

I then had to approach her about something. We were still inside, but I had to wade through this high grass that was flooded with this milky white water. The discoloration of the water was caused by chemicals that were being used on the grass for some reason. I was worried about the chemicals making me sick. I finally got to the other side. I looked down at my leg, and there was this huge bruise that took up my whole kneecap. It then started to move around on my leg. I wondered if I was seeing things, but no, it was clearly moving. I then saw this weird brown streak coming from a healing scab. Someone, a female employee, pointed it out and asked what it was. I thought it was a sign of infection in my blood, as was the moving bruise. I was afraid that it would move to my heart and kill me. I started to panic. I said
"I need to go to the hospital. Call 911. Call an ambulance!"
I then started to overflow with panic, thought about the ambulance fee, and I passed out.

I was feeling like I was buried beneath consciousness; I felt like I was out quite deep. I started to surface, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that I was at work, sitting next to my manager, Shannon, on a grey bench attached to a wall. I guess nothing was wrong with me. I looked down at my knee, and it looked better and less bruised. I looked up and asked Shannon
"What happened? Was I just panicking?"
She responded
"Yes."
She then gave me a copy of the hospital bill. It had a description of everything they did and how much it cost. For instance, the used a strong anti-anxiety of some sort to calm me down, and that cost $321. That's the only figure I remember though. It listed the life flight to a different state's hospital, which was in a jet instead of a helicopter, evaluation, and showed that I was good to go home that day because nothing was wrong with me. I felt bad because I didn't want to waste anyone's time, and I felt like I had.

I then was behind the counter, and I was trying to call my best friend Mk. I got her voicemail. Her voice sounded like she was on the verge of tears. She said the usual, that she wasn't available, and then she started to apologize for something about some chemical company she was apparently working for. Then she went on to say leave a message. I then noticed a customer, a woman, and I quickly hung up the phone and said
"I'm so sorry! I was trying to call my friend!"
She gave me a smile and a stare, as if to say she knew and I shouldn't have been doing that.
"What can I get for you?" I asked with a smile.
She then started to walk to the other side of the case to point out what she wanted, and then I woke up.

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I was leaving the apartment to go to work or something. Dallas was there, and it was daytime. I opened the door to leave when my cat, Belle, ran out. Ugh, I really didn't want to chase her down. I waited, trying to see where she would go. She paused, and then started to go down the stairs. She got to the bottom, and instead of a parking lot, it was a small grassy field. I finally got to her and grabbed her. I remember grabbing her tail and another part of her and pulling her to me. I picked her up to take her back inside.

Then, it was like she was a child, and asked if she could go out to this different part of the field when I got home. I told her no. I think I told her no because the spot she wanted to play in was muddy.

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Something about work, about me clocking in late a few times for some reason, like from coming back from lunch and being late getting to work. I was worried about getting fired. The rooms I was in for a lot of this dream were dark. Something about someone calling my current manager by her real name, Sherry.

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I was working at the bakery, and had been there for only a week. I was sitting in this very large back room at a long table. Across from me sat my old manager, Sherry. She was my manager again now. Also, my friend Courtney S. from my old job was working there now too.

I then was in another part of the back room. As I entered it, I saw racks full of perfectly iced coffee cakes and such. Courtney S. and Patti, a lady I work with currently, were both back there. I knew Courtney had done the racks of perfectly iced coffee cakes, even though she had only been there for a few days. I asked her what I needed to do. She told me that I needed to scrub the doors. I think they were doors to the ovens. I then started to do it. I also had to get on a step ladder to clean on this blue, cylindrical fan-type thing. It was caked with bread dough. It was used to cool it down, or something weird, I'm not sure. At any rate, I had to use this special tool to scrape the dough out. I didn't use it at first, but then I switched to it. It worked much better. I kept thinking about how pissed I was that I had to work under Sherry again, when she was part of the reason I quit my old job in the first place. I "remembered" speaking with the old store manager, a bigger woman resembling one of the customer service managers I work with IWL, at the same place I first saw Sherry working there, in the back at the long table a few days prior.

When I finished that chore, I asked Courtney what I needed to do next. She was telling me how to do the floor. I had to flood it. I asked if I needed to squeegie it, and Patti said yes. I remembered doing that before at a different job (IWL the only job I have done that at is the one I'm at now in the bakery). I started to do it. I saw lots of bread crumbs and such.

Then, I was sitting on my bed in my childhood room. The bed was even in the place it was when we first moved in there. Dallas was sitting on it with me, but...he was a baby. Like, he looked like he does now, the same size and everything, but he was a baby. I had to try to keep him from falling off the bed. I then had to pick him up and carry him, though I wasn't quite sure how to do it correctly. I picked him up with one hand under his butt. He was so heavy, and it felt awkward to carry him. I had to adjust my grip so I wouldn't drop him. I even commented on it, saying I wasn't sure how to do this right. I then remember seeing his hair styled in this weird, curled fashion, with it being curled in on both sides. He liked that hairstyle, but I thought it looked silly. But it was ok since he was a baby.

Alright we've finally catched up with the DJ and I can now keep it up-to-date again for the rest of the week.
Remember next week I will take a week of of journalling or anything LD-related entirely just so you know I'm not dead.

1. HEIL!

I'm in a large clasroom or canteen and Hitler is holding a speech for a large audience of adults, I'm at the front row and slightly nervous considering Hitler himself is standing several meters infront of me. It seems he wants to learn the audience how to pronounce "Heil Hitler." correctly. The audience shouts it several times but Hitler seems to get frustrated and start shouting "HEIL!" probably 50 times through his microphone. The audience also start doing the Hitler salute which makes me very uncomfortable as I'm actually forced to do it too if I don't want to be spotted/killed.

2. Get out of the way!

I'm driving a car trying to navigate out of the garage but my family seems to be sitting right on the road having a tea-party or something. I can barely control the vehicle and it seems the brakes are mostly broken too. They get very angry and start shouting at me for almost hitting them.

3. What was that?

It's early morning and I'm downstairs, my sister is studying at the table and I open the bookcase to see what's inside. I find a small TV and start it, a reality show starts and I see something funny and ask my sister to rewind it. I call my mother to see it too but we have difficulties rewinding it and my mother gets impatient. Then I find one of these old binocular things that you can look in and see a series of pictures. At that point my mother starts getting very annoyed and actually telling me I'm stupid or something.

So basically, there were rumers circulating the school that there were werewolves in the building. Mind you I haven't been inside a school in over 10 yrs. Anyway, some idiot was standing on a desk shouting for the animals to attack him. He then goes to the door and shouts some more, that is, until a lion tore down the door and made lunch out of him. Some of us ran out of the building and into the woods. I found a little gnome house in a clearing. The gnome then lead me deeper into the woods, where I started getting attacked by insects. I thin it was a wasp and a locust. That's about all I remember.

I didn't really have any DR, actually I did have some DR but the dreams were so boring I didn't bother writing them down.

I can't really say anything about this night cause I'm typing this 3 days after it actually happened but I still remember most of the dreams vividly so I'll say that dream #2 was the first dream in which I was confident enough to introduce a girlfriend to my mother...

1. Silence

I'm alone walking through a very open large modern house, I'm not sure if it's a house or an interior magazin but anyway weird stuff happens here. Apparently a monster hides between the furniture stalking you and it kills you if you make too much noise. Why do I know that? Well I seem to have had a flashback before the dream actually started which showed my father walking here too and now in the dream itself I see a puddle of blood next to a couch. I slowly walking around the house, it's dark outside but the house itself is very bright and open. I sit down and suddenly listen to schlager music or something which makes me jump around for some reason and then there's suddenly a group of people looking at me and I feel embarrassed.

2. Introduction

I'm laying on the beach next to a girl I know from school and we're talking with each other, I actually like her and enjoy the sun. When I look to the left I notice my family about 15 meters away from me, they don't know I'm talking to this girl and that we actually like each other. Then I see my mother walking towards me, she hasn't spotted me yet and I have a choice wether to walk away and act like I was just walking towards the sea or introducing my mother to her. I choose the latter and felt very confident knowing I made the right choice.

3. Myst

I'm playing a game called 'Myst' (Awesome game btw) and I've finished the game by completing both the blue and red book at the same time. I see the two brothers appearing in the room and they start discussing who's the one that deserves to be free the most. Then I take the books and I'm suddenly in an airport running away from the security. I'm very fast and agile Climbing over obstacles and such.

4. The ship

I'm with some students in a weird gym, it has several rooms that are used for playing football or other sports. After some time a teacher walks in and takes us to another room where we play some volleyball but we quickly stop and exit that room too. Walking through some corridors and up some stairs we enter a lobby of some sort where there are probably a hundred students waiting for something. It is at this point where I start thinking we're on a giant ship and on a vacation. I feel very tired and groups of students are moving around in lines, I think it was time for us to sleep and the other group to start their day. This way we share beds and the ship can hold double the amount of students.

A barren night...nothing...zilch...nada...zero...bugger all...plus I felt a bit wonky this morning.

I went for a 2½ hour walk in vast open Estuary countryside, with glorious cloud formations on an azure sky and I felt at one with nature in all its majesty (steady!) I have been trying for ADA at least 10 hours a day, wearing lightweight headphones with an audio background of "it's a dream"


Am I down-hearted? Not a bit. We all know the vagaries of LD...you never know what you're gonna get. For all I know Ed might have been so inspired by yesterday he's even now beavering away in his little digital studio on an epic of mind-blisteringly proportions...or not

i think I'll give the brain a rest today and see what happens tomorrow

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun! ....or not....

8/20/14

tons of dream, only one left in my memory is me throwing something while standing on top of the hill with large flat top. It flies like a frisbee.
Then I realize I'm stuck there and I should have thrown it down towards some tourists so they can alert some help for me.

Dream 1 - 7:18AM

I'm at Jane and Tim's house and I'm sitting at the table in the dining area. Tim and I are talking. I get up and decide to mock the quick step. I'm moving my feet up and down quickly. I find it pretty funny, but I think I enjoyed it more then anyone else.
I walk back over to Tim and notice he had recorded what I was doing. I see myself on the screen but he seems to have only recorded from my knee and up, missing the whole point of why we were recording. At the end of recording, he does move the camera down so you can see my feet for a few moments.
Tim looks to have uploaded the video clip on Facebook.

Dream 2

I'm in a pubic bathroom setting. I see that Daryl is with me and one of the Ferlingo twins. Ferlingo is eating a icey pole. On top of the cubicle is 5 icey poles sitting on top of the door. I try one, but it wasn't one that was on the door. Ferlingo doesn't seem to be as snobby as I expected and seemed nice. I notice that my hair is long, similar to theirs. I mention about my hair being like theirs. He tells me to shave the side.

A lot of people start to enter the bathroom.

Scene must change and I'm outside of a gold course. I see Tiger Woods and he's explaining about his earlier career. He says that he was broke and that he slept in his car at this course, awaiting the game the next day. I think this course was for the Australian Open.

A scene comes up of a Croatian Golfer who must have won the Australian Open. He was getting carried by his supporters. He was ecstatic.

I figure I'm in a restricted area and begin to blend in by searching for golf balls. I find a bunch and hand them to the man that collects them. I notice a few of the balls look odd. Some look small, big, cut in half etc. The man collecting notices this too.

I'm now outside the course, lining up with Jane and Daryl. Jane pushes in line and drags me in with her. I feel it's rude, so myself and Daryl go to the back of the line.

Dream 3 - 9:30AM

I think I was at the shops buying meat with my brother.

I'm in the car. Kayley is driving, Dianne is in the passenger and I'm in the back. I notice Dianne is eating a packet of Arnott's Teddy Bears. She looks to have already finished a row of them.
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I have a plastic shopping bag on my lap and I look through it and find that I too have a Teddy Bear biscuit, expect I only have one. I take it out and place it next to Dianne's and pretend they're hugging one another. We find it funny. I think Dianne mentions that mine isn't a legit teddy bear biscuit and is probably a rip off of it. I continue searching through my bag and see that I have some steak in there. I open it up and realize its uncooked. I'm a bit pissed, as it's not sealed anymore, so I think of using a bag to wrap it. I see another steak, which is smaller compared to the other. I think I may have my brothers steak in here.

Had a LD again last night (or I might have had several). My recall isn't that good at the moment, haven't been keeping up with writing down my dreams. All I remember is becoming lucid by pinching my nose. I remembered wanting to meet Vladimir Kramnik and went looking for him. I remember finding him, but not much more. I have a vague feeling of having several episodes of pinching my nose and getting lucid. I also remember "waking up" (FA) and writing down my LD's in my journal (I remember writing that I had at least two, but maybe four LD's), but when I actually woke up I of course discovered that my dj was empty.

had a long confusing dream. the part that stood out featured me as an active spectator, i was in a building like a 40ft container a woman was inside it was like unto a restaraunt with a few customers. however that woman was marked for death as 2 people approached her with long blades like swords. one of the 2 (1 male 1 female) cut her head off then the other chopped her entire right arm off at the neck that chopped also took out the entire rib cage of that section. to my surprise this ladies chest cavity was stuffed with federal reserve notes of all denominations, her entire right side that got chopped off was in the shape of a right triangle and it had federal notes in it as well. however i and the 2 attackers started removing the notes from her chest cavity, at this point her head was back on and she was ALIVE! when she saw that we were taking all the notes she rolled over to stop us from taking all of it and she started crying and told us that we couldnt take all the notes because she was pregnant and needed some, at this point i beheld her stomach and sure enough she was pregnant. i got really concerned and wanted to cut her tummy and remove the baby but she protested and told me that she wanted the baby to come out of her vagina. so at this point i along with the other 2 assassins ran outside to find someone to help deliver the child, a man driving an old bedford truck stopped and we told him about the baby. u wouldnt guess wat his idea of delivering a baby was... well he alighted from the vehicle and told me to help him catch a small car off the road (with our bare hands mind u my hand was already in a grabbing position too) we caught a vw i think driven by an old lady (so u know this car was crawling) it looks like i woke in the dream from the moment the attack took place. we flip the car over unto the back of the bedford truck on its top and then the dream trailed off elsewhere. weird right?

This lucid was particularly long, and I was quite caught up in the action, so parts of my memory are foggy--will do the best that I can!

I am in a futuristic society, and am experiencing this dream via observation (I have no body). A traitor is being drawn out of hiding by his friend, a high-ranking politician. They are sitting in a living room, having a chat, when the politician friend pulls a surprise interrogation. The traitor is caught of guard and does not know how to respond. The politician is very friendly, and suggests that even if the friend confesses, he can use his influence to get him out of trouble. It seems that the traitor has been teaching a young kid how to LD, and the dream seems to compare this to watching stars--very innocent with a bit of wonder. They have been having 33 minute long lucid dreams together.

Transition to a fellow walking down the street (may have been LouaiB, though I am not entirely sure about this). It is night, and then neighborhood scene is very peaceful and lovely. Suddenly, this man stops and says, "This is a dream!" He then realizes he has had six lucid dreams that night, and he's very put out about this, as he feels he has "stayed awake most of the night lucid dreaming"

The next moment I am aware, I am in darkness, surrounded by a myriad of loud voices coming from all different directions. "Stop!" I finally shout. "I know this is a dream!" Everyone stops shouting, except for one small voice. Hanging there in space, I decide to focus on this one voice, and use it to help me rebuild the dream from out of darkness. Slowly, listening to the voice, I find myself lying in bed (but still in total blackness). I then begin to feel my body sliding backward, and off the back edge of the bed, as though the whole thing had been tipped upwards. I realize that this is just dream sensation (similar to a WILD) and decide to help the dream by slipping backward off of the bed. I fall through darkness.

As I am falling, Al Bundy's head (from Married with Children) appears in front of me, laughing:

I continue falling, wondering what in the hell incubated this dream and realize I am in some sort of air duct. Looking up, I see some falling object, breaking the laws of gravity as they fall faster than I do: pillows! I get really excited about this, and start punching pillows. I feel my excitement begin to rise, however, and try to calm down a bit so that I don't wake up. I finally end my fall by landing in a huge pile of pillows.

I find that by directing my awareness to the pillows, I can make them explode into clouds of feathers. I do this several times, before trying to channel energy into a pillow for the same effect. This doesn't work (although the pillow does heat up) in part, I think, because I am thinking too much about it. I don't care enough to keep trying though, and toss the pillow away.

I exit the pillow room through a metal hallway. Off to the right is a small room, with my dream guide (!) sleeping in a chair. His feet are up and he has a snooze bubble expanding and contracting from his nostril. While this may have been a false memory (as I have no memories of ever having met a dream guide), I think it was actually part of the dream that I had forgotten from earlier. I decide not to wake him up, as we had already had some kind of interaction earlier in the dream.

I walk up three short steps, and enter into a large make-up room (with mirrors like you would see in an actress's make-up room). There are mirrors all around, but this make-up room has no walls, and it is not possible to explain what is around the make-up room--it is just nothing at all. I see a woman on the other side of one these big mirrors and tables, and decide to see if she is good looking. As I move to get a better look, I realize it is my sister I say hi to her, and she replies, "Good, you're up."

"Nope," I say, moving past her, "Still dreaming." I make a note that the dream is trying to send me false awakenings. I manage to see my own reflection in the mirror: I am wearing a grody white nightgown, my hair looks unwashed, and my eyes are bloodshot. Basically look like I've fallen off the wagon.

I exit this area into a smaller living room, where I see some people from waking life that I know. They are all prepared to go to a wedding, and are dressed very nicely. At this point, I receive a false memory about needing to be awake for a wedding, but I am not fooled. Two of the people are an old crush and her husband. I take this opportunity to tell old crush how beautiful she looks. The husband tries to shake my hand, but he is super tall in dream, which pulls my arm way up into the air. I pull his arm down and shrink him a bit I then pat the third person, a kid playing with a dog, on the back. The kid tells me to wait until he is done petting the dog. The dog is groaning and basically enjoying being pet. As I am watching the dog, the dream begins to destabilize. I stop for a moment to feel whether or not this is real instability, or made up instability, but it is real and I wake up.

All in all, I slept an entire sleep cycle, and estimate I was lucid for approximately 25-30 minutes. Probably one of the most novel adventures ever, especially falling through the air duct. I am constantly amazed at the creative power of the dreaming mind.

Welcome to my DJ! This will document my dream journey. I love it when people give me feedback on dreams, so feel free to comment anytime. I hope you enjoy!

Visiting the McKittrick, I've been following the taxidermist - a bald man with sunken eyes, looks starved and intense - as he talks to a young blonde man with a heavy jaw who works for the hotel, very earnest type. When it's time for the final banquet, they meet up with two women in clothes from the Victorian era and accompany them down the stairs - but I come to realize their final scene won't be with everyone else at the banquet at all. The women dance down the stairs, floating from one bannister to the other. Standing with them on the bannisters, so close to the ceiling, I'm very aware of Hecate's influence on the floor just above us.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I've just walked away from a room where I'd been talking to a woman. Now I'm standing in the ruins of a building, on a street where a lot of buildings have been destroyed. Nearby there's a large brown rat on top of a pile of rubble, and I have a sense of fellow feeling as I watch it. I don't really want to go out into the street - it's much too exposed - but I don't see any way around it. Once in the street, I catch sight of a woman in a white dress two or three buildings down, behind a wall of iron bars. She sees me and jumps up and down to get my attention. "Nick! It is Nicky, isn't it?" I recognize her, we're close. I (or rather my POV character here) use several different names - 'Nick' is for all intents and purposes my (POV character's) real name, but I haven't heard it for a long time, so this is something of a reunion. But I'm debating whether I want to take the time to rescue her from behind those iron bars.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I've been walking around backstage at a sort of club in the 1930s or so after leaving the audience of a show on stage in the main room. Talking to various people, overhearing conversations by dancers. I'm just now leaving a smokey room where two men have fallen asleep. I've been looking for someone, a specific woman. There's a disaster or a tragedy that's about to occur here, and I have to find her first.

The show in the main room ended while I was backstage, and everyone's straggling out. In the lobby, I come across a large man I remember meeting earlier. He's putting on his coat. Near the doors, his wife and daughter are waiting for him, and he introduces them to me. I recognize the daughter as the woman I was looking for - she's just a kid. I hadn't been expecting that she'd be a kid in this era. I kneel down to introduce myself to her eye to eye, using the name "Deacon Willfire" - it's the fake name I've been using here in the past, but Deacon is similar to the name I'll be using when she meets me as an adult in the future. She's very shy here, can barely look at me, but I'm aware that meeting me here will make an impression on her, and the similar names will help that memory along when we meet in the future.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm in that kid's room, standing by an empty fireplace that's so large I could easily fit in it just by ducking a little - it's grabbing my attention. But I'm also talking to the kid, saying to her, "A 300-year-old vampire for an imaginary friend?" (I'm referring to myself. She thinks I'm imaginary.) "You're trouble for sure." I'm thinking about the way I'm meeting her at various times in her life out of sequence. From her perspective, proceeding through time in the usual linear fashion, I've wound up being someone she grows up knowing, someone who's been around for most of her life.

I know I haven't been updating this DJ every day and I actually think of taking a week of DJing and just having a clear head without a lucid intention.

As Stephen Laberge wrote in his book:

"The first several times I tried to have lucid dreams in the laboratory, I was using autosuggestion and I found that trying too hard (effortful intention) was counterproductive."

So I've decided that I won't be doing any DJing or effort to induce lucid dream from [25/08/14] to [01/09/14]. I won't be noting down any dreams but I will tag down any Lucid dreams which I will probably put in a special entry or something when the week is over.
When that week ends it will also be the beginning of the new (and last) school year, I expect to have small problems getting used to getting up early but this will probably also result in a steadier sleeping shedule so it might be good in the long run.

1. Mildly disturbing

I'm playing a game that looks a bit like the sims but it's different in some way, I actually have brief moments where I realize I'm playing a game and that I'm sitting at a computer. It's a weird game as my character goes to a remote house by a lake and lives there. Then there's a creepy man/zombie that stalks him in the Woods.

2. Could you turn that around?

I quickly run down the stairs of my house because I'm late for my Biology exam, I haven't learned for it cause I was so confident of myself. Instead I'd been playing the game from previous dream all the time, the dreams are seperate though cause I think it's just my brain linking the two in order to make a cohesive plot. I quickly skim over the pages and see that I know most of it but not exactly so I'm quiet worried, when I arrive at school and enter a classroom which looks like the waiting room of a dentist I sit next to a good friend of my. We sit around a table with on it a small object, it's a small stick with small tubes on it that have different shapes and sizes. I also spot a small card hanging of it with weird names that I presume are the names of the different geometrical shapes of the tubes. The exam is to put the correct name by the correct tube-shape, I look at my friend sitting next to me and we both have difficulties not laughing cause without even asking we both know of each other we haven't learned for this exam. From the place we're seated we can't see the card that contains the names of the tubes, I thought if we're Lucky we could just guess the answers. (Which I actually managed to do once IRL... xD) So I ask the teacher to turn the object around, I didn't however mention the reason for it was to see the names on the card cause I thought this would be seen as cheating.

3. On the front

I'm walking through a beautiful medieval city center somewhere in the Ukraine, I'm a journalist making a documentary about the war or something. Anyway this city actually makes me think of Prague because I've seen that once before on TV IRL. I'm probably 28 years old or something and I'm walking towards a large stage made by rebels on a square infront of the city hall. The people on the stage are asking for people to donate empty cans, I happen to have just drank a soda can so I hand it over to one of the rebels. I'm slightly worried considering they are shouting very loud in Russian I think. The reason why they're doing this is because there has been an outbreak of Ebola recently and I'm also worried for that so I quickly walk back. It starts raining and I try taking out a jacket out of my backpack, I notice every quickly goes inside the buildings so I stop fiddling around in my backpack and instead walk into a coffee bar. In the entrance of the bar I suddenly have a bloody nose, although annoying I'm used to it and don't panick. (I have these very often IRL, probably twice a week in the summer.) The bar itself has an art deco interior and the atmosphere is very pleasant, waitress walks up to me and asks me what I want in Russian but I understand her for some reason.