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8/14/14

Last nite bed 10:30

Woke up at at 2:30 remembering 2 dreams.

1.
I'm traveling by a train. It's about a 2 day trip, so I'm walking through a sleeper wagon to find some empty cabins. I see people sleeping, train cots, regular beds with comforters...


2.
Dream with coolbert

I'm drawing an outdoor scene. A grassy area with walls and buildings. I suck at it and he is helping me by showing me how to add texture and walls. I watch him add elements to my picture. At some point he just writes "texture" and that part of the picture filles itself out with a pencil. And I'm like "hell, I'm watching him and I swear that thing was not there just a second ago. How does he do that?"

Then he is showing me which pencil to use for outlines and other, slightly diff colored one for filling it out. I'm thinking he is really good at it and I will never draw like him.

Woke up 8:20

Nap 10:15-12:30

I was in some kind of a school or camp. We are looking at a flyer from the teacher about our upcoming fieldtrip to Washington. We will be visiting two places. Also something western related. I whistle a tune from a western.

We suppose to be someplace at 3:30, but as I'm walking with someone, we realize we didn't finish signing our paystub papers so we have to run back, even if it's already 3:25 on our watch.

Morning of August 14, 2014. Thursday.



The first part of my dream has something to do with separating junk mail from real mail. Part of it also involves a small stack of A4-sized order forms and I believe at least one catalog. I am not sure of the location though it has some aspects of my sister’s kitchen, but is a larger room.

For some reason, I decide to make pink-frosted donuts, which has something to do with a baking kit (actually a set of several, each in a different package) with the ingredients and such having arrived in the mail that day, though my wife and I had apparently gotten these shipments for free, possibly by an oversight of the company (though perhaps a promotion that was incorrectly duplicated a few times to the same address). There is also an ambiguous idea that they may turn out to be soft sandwich cookies instead, and with vanilla frosting in the middle. I am trying to work out, when putting them in the rectangular baking tin, if there is going to be enough for a six by two arrangement or an eight by two arrangement. There seems to be only enough dough for seven and the different parts of dough are uneven. My sister (Marilyn, now deceased) makes a comment about how I am not doing it correctly, which is somewhat annoying. I put the dough all back together to start over and there also seems to be icing mixed in by that point, even though I had not yet actually had it out.

Trying to place the individual donuts into the tin again results in a problem. There then seems to be thin, larger, randomly shaped rusty pieces of the baking tin flaking off from the bottom (reminding me a little of what happened to my thermos in primary school years ago) and getting mixed into the dough - but at that point it does not seem to matter as much as another illogical problem. There are now seemingly a fair number of pre-made small and thin disc-like sections (reminding me a little of miniature communion wafers, I suppose - though I never saw any in real life) of tougher dough all mashed together in one corner of the tin, seemingly enough for at least a dozen or more smaller sandwich cookies. They were apparently supposed to be placed singularly (followed by a layer of icing and an additional “disc” for each) but now would be hard to separate. Most of the icing has now ended up in one blob mixed with other pieces of dough. I am more annoyed.

After a short time, the dough actually seems baked even though I had not yet put it in the oven. I inform my sister that the would-be donuts are too much like light cake in texture at this point. Somehow though, the contents of the tin go back to how they were before the other events happened. I get so annoyed that I catapult the contents of the tin into a mostly empty dumpster outside.

I start two other sessions of attempts to make these things, figuring that if one goes wrong the other may still turn out. (I still do not know if I am making pink-frosted donuts or white cream sandwich cookies.) I mentally cause butter to form at the bottom of each tin (oddly, without realizing you cannot just imagine things to materialize into a baking tin in real life), a lot of it in fact (but uneven in placement), so that when the dough is placed (also materialized mentally by this point as if I am teleporting the contents of the unopened remaining kits and using telekinesis to shape the dough after separating it into smaller parts), I soon, after not being satisfied with how much is in each uneven piece, once again start over with the mashed dough and it eventually changes into a darker and darker color, with apparently too much oil mixed in, by which I am sure may affect the taste and probably result in a health issue. I continue, though, but once again start to get annoyed before my dream loses cohesion.

Thus this turns out to be a typical non-lucid “nothing works for a step by step task” dream because of dreams often refusing to form into a proper continuity or chronological cohesion or stability in general (due to critical-thinking and common sense usually being defunct in most types of dreams), which I find somewhat amusing in afterthought as a major lucid trigger failure.

I am updating with the past few nights, not in order, just as I remember them. Some are detailed, some are snippets.

One of the most vivid dreams that I've had lately was a few nights ago, after asking to be shown anyone who loves me. It felt like a past-life flashback, not too in the past, maybe the 60s or 70s. I was riding a bus, and I was a Japanese girl. There were two Japanese boys who liked me, and they were both trying to find me on the bus. I remember going to one of their houses and eating some kind of rice dish. They were both in love with me. It felt very pure and calming, not like my life at all.

Someone took down my Marc Bolan poster and took it away and I was so upset and sad! I really do love that poster. I have no idea why I'd dream this.

I was reading a newspaper and it had said the US Government is about to start putting bleach in our tap water to remove the pharmaceuticals and chemicals. I was so shocked, I couldn't believe that they would be doing something like that! Then I reread it, and it said that they already had started to do it.

I had dreamed about that guy again. He was there with his friends, in my house. I asked him something I cannot recall, and he looked to the left (and I thought- he's lying!) A portal appeared in my living room and I fell in. I was with one of his friends who had been there, naked, squirming around on a hill with a bunch of other men and woman doing the same thing. We kept falling towards the water like it was a sinkhole. He almost fell in the water, falling in love with his reflection. I pulled and fought so hard for him not to fall in the water below us. If you looked into it, you would be pulled towards it. I saved him, and we managed to get back. I opened the fridge and told everyone- see that cake in the fridge? (It had two slices missing). That's what did that to us...
What a strange dream!!

I did have a lucid dream, a few nights ago, but it was so blurry and hazy and uncomfortable I made myself wake up since I couldn't stabilize it.

Chapter 1: Brain Grubs
The events that transpire I can’t well explain
I stuck some white grubs into my brain
Carnivorous grubs these creatures were
And when I did this nobody stirred
One after one I placed into my ear
They crawled through my eardrums but I could still hear
I did not scream nor did I care
You must understand I wasn’t all there
What happened next? Well they ate my brain!
Why I did this? I can’t well explain.

Chapter 2: Trashcan Girl
So my friends and I were strolling through a camp. I don’t know what friends I was with, nor do I know what kind of camp it was but it was not the kind of camp a person wants to be at. I am guessing it was something like a refugee camp but I cannot be sure. I do know that this camp was inhabited by Chinese prostitutes and their pimps. It was the hour of twilight and my friends were wandering through the streets of this camp and came down a dark ally. There was a trashcan in the middle of the ally. We didn’t think anything of it until a prostituste popped right out of it. She climbed out without saying a word and just stood there. Confused, we were about to say something when another prostitute came in with their pimp. She peeked in the trashcan for her fellow night girl and was shocked when she could not find her. Of course Trashcan Girl was standing right fucking there but, you know, whatever.
“Excuse me,” she said to us, “But have you seen our friend. She was just in here but now I can’t seem to find her.”
“Here I am!” Trashcan Girl suddenly exclaimed. Happy to have found their friend the three of them leave the ally and continue on with their business leaving us to try and make sense of what had just happened.

Chapter 3: Ponies in Dead Space
I was not in my own body but rather I was a passive observer as I observed through the eyes of another denizen. And who was this denizen? Non other than Applejack! Applejack was walking through a giant medical spaceship. It was like a moving hospital where injured travelers could go. A necromorph outbreak had taken place on the ship but the workers were doing all they could to make sure that this did not interfere with their work. After all, they had important work to do. People were counting on them. Applejack was on her way to see my grandfather who had come in contact with the infection some how. He had not come in direct contact with a necro so he could be saved but he had to go through some sort of industrial grade decontamination machine.

Applejack was following the way-point that was programmed into her rig armor to find my grandfather. She came across Pinkie Pie and Rarity who were playing cards at a table in front of a giant window that gave view to a big brown nebula in the background. They were having a personal conversation each one discussing some problem that was going on in their lives. Applejack attempted to chime in with her problems but they were still talking to each other.

“Darn it!” she said, “Why are y’all ignorin’ me? I got problems too.”

The princess Twilight Sparkle walked in and she said to Applejack, “You barged in to vent your problems but you completely disregarded theirs. I don’t excuse their ignoring you but what your doing is worse.” So Applejack left them to keep talking and her waypoint took her down a narrow corridor. I was able to feel what she felt as I saw what she saw. So when she became nervous about what may be waiting ahead, I could feel as though I were there myself. Before continuing Applejack made a point to check her Strife Specibus to see what kind of weapon she used. I don’t remember the weapon she had. She also checked the fetch modus in her sylladax and saw that she had some kind of modus that turned objects into apples. With all of this noted she continued on. She turned the corridor to find herself in between two steel shelves much like the shelves we have in the Walmart backrooms. There were three pallets of mulch that were blocking her way. She proceded to climb over them. She was half way over when the dream ended.

8/13/14

Last night bed around 11:30 - 8am

Nap to WILD 9:25am - 12:20pm

I did my ascending breath breathing excercise as I always do and felt my body getting super relaxed very quickly. I felt my head getting "relaxed" too, and I knew lucid is near. I was right there on the edge, but no lucid yet. I figured it's because I'm not asleep yet. I know sometimes we think we are awake when we are in fact already asleep, and thatused to happen to me all the time, but this time I really was still fully awake.

I pushed my head back and got a falling backwards feeling, but as soon as I stopped pushing, I came back. So I continued the motion and stood up on the bed, without bending knees or anything else. Quite freeky, but I have done it before, and did it a few times today too.

After standing up, I went through few doors. Each one lead to an empty room with whitewashed walls. One was kinda dark and led someplace else. I have made a decision few month ago to explore rooms and houses, since they normally scare me and all I want to do is to jump out the first window. But this last room, I said no thank you and backed out. But no matter what I was expecting, all rooms were emtpy with whitewashed walls.

This goes on for quite a while, and I remember doing some things in rooms as well.

Then I slept for 2 more hours.

So I slept from 12midnight - 3am, then couldn't sleep until my alarm went off at 6:45am. I hit the first snooze and as I drifted off, I got WILD vibes. This is the first time I had this particular type of sensation: As I fell back to sleep on my side, I suddenly felt like I was on my stomach with my face pressed against the pillow when the vibrations started. I found it difficult to turn this into lucidly getting out of bed, and when I finally did, I kinda fell over. Then the alarm went off again (9 minute snoozes).

I was still on my side, and I drifted off again, and felt vibrations again. I was able to get out of bed a bit easier this time, and looked at my phone. The screen lighting was dull, and the otterbox was fitted all weird. I couldn't think of any tasks other than the 2 I had already done, so I just left the room and went down the hall to the livingroom. DC Danny was sitting on the couch, and I just randomly decided to do a karate jump kick. As I was suspended in the air in a kick position, the thought occurred to me to continue the kick through the window, but I woke up when the alarm went off again.

I fell asleep again, then suddenly woke up, worried that I had slept in. So I reached for my phone, and it was like it was in one of the DEILD chains: messed up case and screen. LUCID! So I ran back to the livingroom for a second go at the karate jump kick. Didn't even notice if Danny was there this time. I did it and aimed for the window, willing myself to phase through foot first without breaking the glass. And it worked!!!! My foot went through the glass as if it were made of a really stiff jello. I float-flew a bit outside, and it was so nice. Early morning, lots of dew on the grass, and the streets were a bit wet as if it had rained during the night. Sin was sparkling off everything, and the air was cool but not cold. I flew up a bit too high and felt a bit of vertigo, so I landed on the edge of the roof. Then I tipped forward with my feet still on the edge of the roof, and straightened my body, tipped until I was parallel with the ground. Very cool sensation. Then I put my right foot out in front of me, and let it stretch (or the ground moved up or both), until it touched the ground, all the while my left foot was still touching the roof. If you could see it, I probably looked like I was doing the splits, while my legs doubled in length lol. Then I put my left foot on the ground, and took off running through the wet grass that sparkled like emeralds. It felt so good, but I woke up after a few seconds. I checked my phone for real this time, and I still had 2 minutes left, so that last dream + falling asleep time only lasted 7 minutes.

The fact I got so little sleep was so incredibly cancelled out by the buzz of these fun lucids. I wasn't that tired at work, didn't even need a break, and only took a 2 hour nap when I got home. Everyone should be so lucky after a night of insomnia.

DREAM 1 - 4:30AM

I'm at my house in the bath room. I see Joe Rogan interviewing a dark skinned fighter. The fighter flips out on Joe and starts throwing punches at him. He's not happy with the way Joe criticises his guests. Joe moves out of the way of the mans attacks. I feel disgraced in the fighters actions towards Joe, as it's not a good look at all.

When Joe was interviewing it looked dark.

DREAM 2 - 6:30AM

I'm at Daryl's old house sitting in the lounge room. I can see Brent Johnston and his girlfriend. Brent and I start insulting each other for fun and I say some pretty funny stuff. He comes closer to me and I see what looks like black birth marks over his arms and shoulders, but is actually a cover up of his tattoos. He tells me about laser removal of his tattoos. He mentions that to get a small area removed it will cost $1000 or $2000 for all, and then points over towards his friend showing me how much of his tattoo he got removed. His friends tattoo on his leg looked stretched and blurred.. It was still there. I assume the army has changed him or they wanted him to remove his tattoos.

I continue insulting Brent and bring up about his goofy looking hat. Looks like a wizard hat, but at the time I was calling it a Willy Wonka hat.

I leave the lounge room and walk into kitchen where I see his girlfriend. She's standing at the fridge and mentions about her and Brent being back together and had been broken up for some time.

I'm back in the lounge room but this time, NAKED! There's a few people with me and I'm looking out the window. I see an old friend Josh Rooker. I embrace him and happy to see him as well as he is. He's got a candle in each hand. The candle is lit up and he is trying to prod me with them as a joke. I'm avoiding them at all costs, due to them being pointed at my arse... F THAT. I look outside and notice a car pull up with a group of people.

I'm now in the bathroom and I'm washing my hands with soap. I see a scene of one of the people that was out the front in the car. He's a famous Croatian football player who had the whole countries weight on his shoulders. He was their hope on winning the World Cup. I see a team run onto the field. I walk into Janes room and feel as if I shouldn't be here.

DREAM 3 - 8:55AM

I'm at Daryl's house In the kitchen area. I'm sitting at the kitchen table and I see dogs laying on a blanket, on top of the chair. Jane tells me to put the dogs out when I get up. My brother checks for piss stains where they have been sleeping and notices a couple stains. We try and justify that it's not pee and could be something else.

I walk outside where the veranda is and see that there's a slow cooker on the table. It's cooking some kind of stew. I think I try a small amount and think about giving some to Dad to try. I forget about that and put the lid back on. I see that there's dirty water on the lid and I think about if I should just put it on anyways, but decide to clean it.

I'm out the front of Jason and Louise's house, next to my old house. I see the slow cooker in front of me but it's not a chest. I feel as if the chest has something magical or mysterious about it. The chest is from a TV series, and to find out what the chest has in it and the meaning of it, we have to watch the rest of the series.

DREAM FRAGMENTS:

1. I'm at a house and I'm with my brother and friends. We're deciding to head out for the night I think. I worry about not drinking enough distilled water. I realise I have my water distilled running and think about doing a second cycle before I go out. Water distiller jug is not made out glass. I knock it over and it makes a different sound.

2. I'm at my house in the kitchen area and I'm explaining to my cousin Trev about my arachnoid cyst and how it effects me.

SIDE NOTES:
I used holo sync binaural beats to induce theta state so I could perform my mantras that way. I also put effort into my mantras before bed. I feel this helped a lot even on the first night. My head felt clear and on point upon awakening throughout the night. Not perfect but big improvement.
Performed some SSILD but was finding it too hard to get back to sleep. Was awake for at least an hour from 5:30^

I'm just going to write the third dream. I was lucid at a school with my brother. Snacks and candy were being handed out. I could not resist the sweet temptation. (Why? I don't know.Maybe I was semi lucid at that time) As I was eating gummy snacks and talking to my bro I arrived outside a church. The ground was made of grey shiny stone and so was the church. That's when someone summoned a sword and told me to use it in the dream. I became fully lucid but forgot a task I was going to do for accillis. So I took the sword and left with someone somewhere. We appeared inside a room in a school. Suddenly the school was on high alert. Three dangerous beings broke in the school. I was eating gummy candy than realized my sword was gone. The room began to shake and the school was flying up. Everyone tried to stay balanced and not get hurt. I told a guy to grab my hands and we floated together so we couldn't bump into the walls. Than the shaking stopped and everyone in the room bumped into each other. The boy grabbed me after that and we were flying away to some safe room in a apartment that he knew about. I noticed as he was flying with me though that he looked like a fairy. When we went through a door I saw a group of people. There was a lady sitting next to three shirtless french guys saying how lucky she was and speaking french.(She wasn't french though. Maybe a African american lady)A bad girl appeared behind me though and tried hitting me but i punched her till she disappeared. After that I decided to play with the dcs a bit and started to speak Japanese. There was another girl there who was trying to communicate to me with hand gestures. I than noticed a paper that was like a map to a secret world and asked her where it was. Another girl behind me was making hand signals to the other one to not tell me where it was. I tried speaking Japanese again than woke up. Also, im not Japanese. I just know the language cause I studied it. But not in school so im not a pro.

This is from this morning, after a natural awakening at 4 AM:

I'm going on a field trip with a bunch of kids from school. I'm very unaware of what's going on until we get to our destination: a massive, half-indoor, half-outdoor pool. The only way to get into the pool is a giant metal slide. My boyfriend is with me until we get to the slide, and then he seems to vanish. I don't notice until I'm in the water. My awareness spikes at this point, and I think gleefully, It's great to be swimming in a deep pool again! (I haven't been to a pool in years.) I am particularly delighted at not being able to touch the bottom of the pool. I spin around and notice a ladder to get out. I also notice my boyfriend's disappearance. I decide to go look for him, and I swim towards the ladder. A wave of newcomers sliding down the slide blocks my way suddenly. As they move away, I swim forward again, only to find that I can't move. It feels as if my kicking and paddling is accomplishing nothing, and I give up for a moment, confused.

Pretty sure I woke up at this point.

Non-lucid
12:30-2:30PM nap
I'm at the Eubanks's house, in their master bedroom. It's very small. I look out the window to see children playing at the house next door. They look up toward the window, but I duck down before they see me. Jeffrey walks into the room then. "Ready to go?" he asks me. I nod. I catch a glimpse of the tv behind him. It's playing Star Wars.
The scene changes. I'm in my house, on the back desk, and it's already dark outside. There are many people here, most I recognize, but some I don't. As I walk past them, they congratulate me. I walk inside. There are even more people in here. Star Wars is on the tv, here, too.
Mom walks up to me at the same time as Jessica does. They both say, "Congratulations on your first balloon circulation!"
"My what?"
"Your balloon circulation!"
"I have no idea what that is."
Jessica goes slack-jawed. "Are you kidding me?" she asks.
"No," I respond, "I've never even heard those two words in the same sentence."
They both look at each other. Mom says "Well, that's why everyone is here. This is your party. Enjoy yourself."
Someone walks up to me and gives me a small wad of money. "Congrats!" they say as they walk off. I catch on very fast.
I begin walking around to people, all of whom congratulate me and give me money. I come to a dark-haired girl who look unfamiliar. I pause. She pauses. We just stare at each other for an awkward amount of time. I continue on greeting and grabbing.
Then, I wake up.

Hello everyone, I must say last night or rather this morning I had a dream that for the first time ever probably was just so creepy and panick-inducing that I was glad to see the morning light shine into my eyes.
I'm not even trying to be poetic here, it was genuinely one of the scariest moments I've ever experienced.
For anyone who somehow wouldn't notice it, it's obviously the third dream.

1. Good start

It's a hot summer day and I'm arriving at school with a bike entering the yard from behind, my sister asks me in an annoyed way if I've forgotten my bicycle lock. Upon noticing I indeed had forgotten my lock I told her I would find a way to fix it. She was quiet angry for me being so forgetful but I quickly walked further past a group of students. The yard was smaller and more densely packed with vegetation offering a nice shade from the burning sun. I walked to the place where everyone parks their bikes and saw one of my friends there, I asked him if he could share his chain with my bike so they would be both secure and he did so without any problem. I walked back to my sister but don't know what happens next.

2. Welcome to the internet

I'm browsing the internet and look around in Dreamviews for anything, I notice that I have a notifications as it shines it's satisfying red colour. It seems a bit bugged out though because it flickers and vibrates a little, when I clicked on it it somehow took me to the Dreamviews chatroom. The chatroom looked very weird, it was green and looked like a hacking-panel straight from the 1960's. Someone wanted to talk to me and I tried responding but the symbols were very weird and I didn't understand them. I quickly tab out and start playing a flashgame about a water droplet that has to punch through a wall of ice while avoiding freezing so you have to find a balance between punching the ice and not touching it. Suddenly I'm looking into some canister that has red pixels bouncing around in it, I call these protons. Then blue pixels show up too that I call neutrons, as they bounce around they form some gas that rapidly expands and eventually makes the canister explode.

3. The creeping darkness

Alright, this is it even though I hate bringing back the vivid memories I think it's best to just write it down and be done with it. Our story begins with me entering an old victorian looking theatre like this:



I enter the theatre from the left uper balcony you see on the picture, as I look around the theatre I quickly notice that it's completely abandoned, deserted yet still in a perfect state. All the chairs are empty until I look back for a moment and when I look into the theatre again all the seats have a puppets in them, even the chairs on the balcony where I'm standing. They're all looking at me, the stage is barely visible and unnaturally dark. I climb over the banister and get on the larger balcony left of the one I stood on first. There's a long corridor leading out of the theatre room, it's very dark yet I can still navigate it. The corridor is in a very bad state, all the walls are damaged and have fungus growing on them, there are some rooms left and right in the corridor but I just walk straight forward. The corridor ends in a small dark room with a single computer on a desk facing the wall. I start up the computer and browse YouTube, there I start watching some video's of Storpy who plays scary games and films his reactions. (https://www.youtube.com/user/storpey) For a moment I forget the fact I'm in a creepy old theatre and I actually laugh a bit with Steve's reactions. It is when he start saying things like "Oh god, there are shadows moving in that corridor." and when he starts screaming in pure terror like I've never seen him do before that I look back and start seeing dark figures move in the corridor I just came from. At first I try ignoring the moving shadows behind me and focusing on Steve's reaction who now keeps screaming. The only thing that's still on the screen is his face-cam... Then I realize the thing Steve is watching through his monitor is the room I'm standing in, I am inside the horror game he's playing. I look back again and notice the shadows quickly flying through the corridor towards me, they scream and shriek in a horrible deafening way. There's no way out of this room other than the corridor, all I can think of is crawl in a corner of the room and wait in a fetal position for my death... Then the screams get quieter, I dare looking up and see that the room is still empty. Without any thinking I just run as fast as I can through the corridor into the theatre, climb back on the first balcony at which point the dream fades into black and I wake up.

The city, night.

I wander the streets, which are narrow, cobbled and somewhat Dickensian. The buildings are tall and lean inwards over the streets, which are dimly lit, the alleyways branching off from these are not lit at all and stretch into darkness. It's snowing, and bitterly cold.

The streets are busy and people rush past me, their faces blurred. I walk at a slower pace, reacquainting myself with the city after my absence. There are many street vendors, often at alleyway entrances. People crowd around their stalls but hardly buying anything. I notice one stall in particular, run by two little girls in shabby hooded cloaks. The smaller of the girls interests me, for her eyes glow icy blue in the darkness, she has been watching me for a while, I realise.

I weave my way through the crowd to their stall, the girl's eyes draw me in. She and her companion are selling little clay figurines. I buy several. I don't really want them. As I walk away, the smaller girl continues to stare at me, I can hear the other one thanking me as I go.

in this dream i am talking to a girl from one of my classes in high school, for what ever reason, we are in the back of the class, i think because i got into trouble, i didn't really pay attention to why i was there. i talk to her and she starts laughing as well as me, i can't remember what we were talking about, just simple small talk. i get this warm feeling in my body, like i am really happy to be talking to her. i then wake up from the dream.

i barely know this girl ikr, i think i dreamt about her because i saw her not to long ago, i should have realized that it is the summer so no school but i guess i was to in the moment for a lucid dream. come to think about it i still haven't managed a lucid dream because i am always in the "moment". with my dreams, but imma keep trying.

Woke up around 6:00 from an earlier dream cycle, DJed a bit, and then worked on MILD for several minutes. Here was the result:

I am at a dreaming convention or conference. I am walking around, maybe ordering food or looking for the restroom. I pass a man who seems a bit shady and scary. I am walking away so as not to cause a conflict when I decide to confront him, because this is just a dream. It now fully strikes me that I am dreaming. I nose pinch. I walk back to look for the DC, but cannot find him. Oh well.

The dream was long, so some material was lost. I decided to scope out the restroom; inside, under the stalls, I see dirty work boots. I turn around and look for the women's restroom. I can't find it. I laugh at my dream's attempt to thwart me.

Outside, I am walking across a plaza when I see a friend of mine from WL. She is quite pretty in this dream, and I decide to walk with her. I put my arm around her shoulder, and then when she does not reciprocate, I put her arm around my waist. She seems quite happy to be walking with me. I stroke her hair a bit, but firmly decide this will not be a sex dream. We chat a bit (can't remember about what) and make our way back indoors.

We are now seated in an auditorium. I remember that I want to start interrogating the subconscious more. I decide to start with her.

"You do realize this is a dream, don't you?" I ask.

"Yes."

"So why exactly am I in your dream?" I then correct myself: "What I mean to say is, why are you in my dream?"

She begins to answer. I suddenly realize I wanted to do the task of the month? What were those tasks? She is talking but I don't hear her now. I begin trying to pluck out my eyeball. I focus on this very carefully, and try to phase my fingers through my face to get a better grip. I'm not having much luck, and I think to myself, I am not tearing my eye out of my face, even if I am dreaming. I decide to do the basic instead.

I turn to my friend and ask her to tell me a word in a different language.

She says some gibberish. "And what does that mean?" I ask.

She suddenly laughs. "Oh my god," she says. "I've got my words mixed up!" She then gets up and starts walking off, laughing. I look around for someone else to help.

I see a gangster-looking fellow sitting near me. I decide to ask him.

"River," he says.

"Ok," I say, a little peeved that this is an English word, "but what does it mean?" I ask.

"Vitherur," he says.

"Virrerrur?" I ask? I'm having trouble understanding his accent. He nods and says, "Vitherur."

"Vitherur," I say. He nods again. I consider asking him to reconstruct the order, but figure the information is the same: vitherur = river. I then decide I am going to fly. I have the slightest moment of hesitation, but then decide that no, even my abilities at flying are not stopping me from flying today. I easily lift into the air and begin soaring around the auditorium. The ceiling is high and so it is easy to get some good height inside the room. As I am soaring about, I think to myself that this is why I enjoy lucid dreaming. What better way to spend the morning? Triumphant orchestral music begins to play, and I fly around, turning over and over in the air. I see a young boy I know in WL flying as well, moving some electrical cables to prepare for the show. I fly past him, smiling.

I now decide to land and go into the back room. On the way, I see some items stacked on a shelf--maybe plates or bottles--and I sweep them to floor because this is a dream and I can do that. I marvel at the realistic clattering sound they make as they scatter on the floor, and the tactile sensation I get on my hands. I decide to attempt Photoshop TotM. I will the room around me to become purple, but realize it already is purple. I then decide to change it to sepia, based on another member's dream journal (can't remember whose at the moment, sorry!). Nothing happens. I shrug, and decide I may need a schema to assist me (such as a laptop). I head back out. As I am leaving, my flip-flop comes off (?) and I am about to turn around and get it when I remember I'm dreaming and say fuck it, and walk out with only one shoe on.

The auditorium has turned into a dimly lit hallway. Ceiling fans circulate at high speed. I try to fly but just fall to the ground. I don't mind much. I begin walking down the hallway. The light slowly fades though until it is almost completely dark. I hear a sound now--growling and teeth--and some animal attacks me in the darkness. I begin petting him vigorously, telling him he's a good boy (dog activated in my mind quickest). It begins to pant and then it licks me. I am still roughing him up happily when I realize I'm squeezing my pillow. I wake up to write this all down. Hit the MILD again but can't get back to sleep.

1.
I had gotten on the bus in my neighborhood and was riding it with a few friends that I knew. I sat near the very back seat where I was always comfortable sitting. A girl sat next to me, and she was really pretty and really nice(I felt really attracted to her). I remember riding the bus for a really long time, to the point where this girl told me, "I'm used to you now, so now I'm comfortable around you."
I continued riding the bus to who knows where for a while, and talked to alot of people on the bus along the way. While I was in my seat, the girl put her hand on my shoulder. Im assuming this was supposed to show me her level of comfort around me, and I must say, I am a pretty comfortable guy to be around. I don't know what it was about this dream, but I remember seeing this girl multiple times throughout it, however long it was. After this, I saw a girl that used to live down the street from me IWL. Her name is Lindsey, a hot blonde. She was sitting in the seat in front of me. She asked me, "Was that you and your friends the other day in that white car with the amazing bass?". "Yea, it was Dylan's car and he has a sub in the back seat so the bass is amazing", I said.(This actually happened in real life last night. Me and my friends were driving behind Lindsey's dad's truck, and she was actually riding in the bed of it outside and she could hear our bass from our car lol.)
Later, I had gotten off of the bus and found my self standing on a sidewalk next to a forest. How the bus even fit on this sidewalk to drop me off brought me curiosity. A lady on a horse was now my new bus driver, as well as the bus driver of many other students. We all got on horses, however many of us could fit on one, and made our way. Wherever the bus driver and her horse went, so would the rest of the horses. This time, I was in the front, on the same horse as the bus driver.
At one point, we started going down a sidewalk, but part of it was blocked by a huge vine. I knew that this ripe green vine would be too dangerous for us to pass, but yet the bus driver tried going across it anyway. As she tried passing it, I saw our horse go over the edge and we fell. As I looked below me in mid-air, I noticed we were falling down a 20 foot drop, enough to die if you landed in the wrong spot. As I hit the ground with full impact, all I felt was pressure, but not much pain. However, I looked to my left and found the horse dead, and the bus driver, gone.
I got up and wondered where everyone else went, and I assumed that everyone else had fallen as well. I got up back onto the sidewalk which was really high up, and looked around for the rest of the students. I heard the rest of them far off in the distance, it was as though their horses fell a while back, way behind my horse. Seeing that my horse had just died, and my bus driver had just disappeared, I decided I was going to call the cops, but I wasn't sure.
Just then my dad came to me out of no where. I asked him if I should call the cops because everything was out of control at the moment. "No, you don't need to call the cops", he told me. I then looked far back into the valley of hills behind me and still heard the students yelling for help. I turned back around to find that my dad had disappeared. I walked to a cement formation not far from me, two black guys were standing there. I asked them which way I had to go to get somewhere. "You need to take I-33 and then cross I-414", one of the guys told me. I looked up into the sky and saw two GIANT highways. The sight of them made me feel small. The highway looked like a giant mirage though, like there were heat waves continuously going through the image of it, just like in my past dreams where I've seen huge highways.
I told the guys thanks and tried my best to remember the highway names, so the ones above are at least pretty close to what they told me. I wondered if I was dreaming for a second, but as usual the dream world tries distracting me by using any means possible so I won't find out that I am dreaming.

2. I was outside, floating on the ocean surface with my fellow spec-ops friends. We were about to embark on an intense mission to an underwater world. The ocean was violent, the sky covered in a thick blanket of dark, gray, thunderstorm clouds. We had just spotted our target and were chasing him at the very moment. We lost him for a minute, and then he popped up on the surface of the water, but had gained alot of distance from us.
Soldier 1: Where is he now?!?
Soldier 2: I see him, out in the distance. He's about 20 kilometers out. (<<< holy crap thats far away)
Soldier 1: Alright guys, lets close in on him fast.
I stayed silent just going with the flow, but paying attention. We started on our way towards our target with no time to spare. Soon after we started trailing him, he dove under the surface. Fortunately, we were prepared for this, we had on diving gear already. We went under the surface and I saw something I never would have expected: an underwater world. It was huge, and of course, all underwater. It resembled a giant city. I held in my amazement and we started swimming down.
The ocean was really deep, I could tell because it was holding underwater skyscrapers that weren't even near the surface. We continued making our way down, and at the point, we lost sight of our target. Once we made it to the ocean floor we started searching. The city was pretty interesting, people were just swimming around underwater. No one had on any diving gear, its like all the residents of this city could breathe underwater, and were also accustomed to the water pressure as well.
The next thing I remember, was being in the room with our target. With an up close view of my target, I realized this guy was no ordinary chump, he was huge. He was around 8 feet tall, muscular and had long rockstar hair. We finally crossed paths with him in some underwater building. As we got in the same room as him, we all prepared to take him out. All of a sudden, target(thats what im calling him now) opened up a giant door that functioned like a garage door and ran out. He locked us in behind him.
Now, we were all stuck in some sort of building, and it resembled a type of industrial factory or something. All the workers inside worked for target and were hostile. All of the workers made their way towards us, trying to seize and kill us. Soon, I became detached from my team, and got thrown into the middle of all the workers somehow. They told me they were going to send me to "The Elevator". When the head worker said that, all of the other workers gasped, "Ooooohhhh!". I realized that "The Elevator had to be a bad thing, a really bad thing.
I got pushed onto the ground, and was crawling trying to escape at this point. A worker dropped his ID card in front of me, I figured it could save me later. so I switched my ID card with his. The worker didn't even realize that I had just done this, and picked up my card-thinking it was his and put it in his pocket without even looking at it. Right after this, I got escorted in "The Elevator" and was put in there by myself. I looked around inside, and it looked pretty weird. The walls of the elevator were made of metal and there were red accent marks on each wall.
Target appeared in front of me, just as the elevator doors were closing, and he gave me my farewell remarks. The elevator started going up, and I figured that something bad was about to happen at any moment so I got out the ID card I had stolen and waited until I went up a few floors more and slid the card into a slot and it stopped the elevator and opened the doors. The doors opened and in front of me stood two workers. I knew I had opened the doors up at a bad time.
I don't remember the rest of the dream.

3. I was inside of my house, except for it was remodeled and the interior looked alot different. I was walking around upstairs and had went into where my sisters room was(Whenever Im inside of this room in my dreams, theres always an extra door that leads to the part of my house that has always been really creepy). Sure enough that same door was there. At this point I was semi-lucid, because I know this door is only there in dreams. My grandma walked in behind me and somehow got it across to me that this was her house. I asked her if they remodeled everything past the extra door. She said yes.
I opened the door, and sure enough everything was remodeled and different. It still had a creepy feeling to it. There were new hardwood floors and walls and everything. I kept walking and looking through every new room, it all looked really nice. I remember asking my dad later, "Dad what did you do with the extra door in our house?". He said something like, "I got it removed" or something. I kept on walking around, just amazed at how everything looked. The fact that that one extra door opened up into practically a mansion was crazy.

4. I was downstairs in my kitchen with my dad. He had just made cinnamon rolls, a fresh batch. I was sitting down in my seat looking at them. They were huge. Each one was about a foot tall and had was covered in icing. They looked delicious. For some reason the lights in the kitchen were off, in fact, it seemed that every light downstairs was off. I was waiting for my dad to finish doing whatever he was doing at the sink, but during the whole dream, he never finished. I remember thinking, "Am I dreaming" I dont know". As usual I would get distracted by something, but that won't happen anymore.

5. I was in my friend Dylan's house, and the interior looked alot more different than usual, everything was alot brighter and more vivid. I was walking through Dylans house, and was talking to him at the same time. I can't quite remember what I was doing or what was going on.

6. (BEWARE, this dream is a sex dream, and its pretty graphic. The only reason Im recording it is to better my recall. Dont worry Im not a perv or anything lol, this was just a dream)

I was inside of a house, inside of a room that I had never been in before. Inside the room was a large bed that practically took up 85% of the rooms space. I was in bed with a hot Latina chick, she was a good thickness too. We were both naked and it was my first time doing intercourse, and she was teaching me.
By the way, this Latina Chick was probably around 22 years old, and Im only almost 17. Anyways, she laid on her side and I inserted my "ahem" (<<props to fogelbise for a great substitution word for penis) into her. I started off slow, and at a steady pace went in and out. She told me to go deeper and so I went as deep as I could with each inward thrust. She started moaning and did this with each one of my thrusts.
I knew I was learning well. I remember thinking, "Wow, my first time doing intercourse, now sex will be even better in my dreams!". It all felt so real, I thought for sure it was real life, and it was SO vivid. I kept going in and out with deep fast thrusts, and continued to let out moans. I knew I was getting better, and this really helped my confidence in bed(lol).
Next thing I know, I was looking at her booty hole, and after that I'm not sure what else happened, thats all I remember.