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Journal Entry Lucid # 64 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background: I meditated before going to bed. I did WBTB.

Lucid Dream # 64 , day: 07/24/14, time: 3 something - 5:10 Am"":
I was an adopted child, I am in a house. I walk around the house and go to the bathroom. The bathroom didn't have a door. I left the house after finding my way to the door. I took a car, looks like my father's car, and I parked it outside just a block away. I came out of the car and I see a black guy walking in the middle of the street. At first I thought he said, "How's everything?", so I replied, "good!". He then babbled on, "I should have done this ..It is so simple just ask her...". I left him alone and started walking away. I look and see that the adopted house I am in is a block away from my house. I see a Muslim family come out of the house, a women with a hujab. I went back into the house and I see my sister in my grandmother room. She is listening to a song. I ask her to do something for me. She mumbled something and said, "After I finish this song". I then see a fly the size of a pit-bull on the window. It is tapping the glass with its mouth. I looked at it and became terrified. I called my sister and said, "Have you ever seen a fly that big? It is huge, we should record it to make sure that people believe us". My sister took off her headphones, and saw the severity of the situation. I then left her room to get a phone to take the picture. I realize that I am in my sister's room. I then realized, " Hey wait a minute, it's her dream". I rushed into the room and I see my sister struggling with a raccoon the size of a bear. I thought about it, "Her dream?...It is my dream".

After realizing that it is my dream. I see the fly break the window. So many things are happening at once. I wanted to stabilize the dream. I started spinning. I felt nauseous. I stopped and the raccoon disappeared. The fly was still there. I tried to do the spinning technique again but it only made me lose balance and lucidity. I saw the environment start changing and I didn't want it to.

#340 - DEILD - 8:38AM

I enjoyed sleeping in this morning and it seems that's all I was needing. I definitely remember becoming lucid prior to this dream but I just can't remember what all I was doing. I think I must have lost lucidity because I only remember the last part. The dream control in the LD I recall was unusually difficult.

Like I said I don't recall what happened before but I feel really tired. I am in some hodgepodge of past houses with some blue couch in it. I think that if I can take a nap might be able to get lucid again. After I lay down theres come dialog with my wife and the cat bothers me. I roll over to my stomach in some crazy position. This strikes me as odd and I become lucid but it wakes me almost immediately.

I try for DEILD but end up in a FA. I am standing halfway to the bedroom door and I realize this is a dream. I do several nose plugs to be sure and the dream crashes.

I am more alert now and I try a little harder to DEILD. Having just had a FA, I decide to visualize getting out of bed. I feel my dream body struggle then break free. I can't see well the first few second but the dream materializes quickly.

My son is in the living room watching TV by himself. I put both hands on his checks and say, "Hey, buddy!" He immediately starts crying. I feel bad that maybe I really astral projected and my ghost self is scaring the shit out of him in waking life. I decide the best thing to do is to leave. I look up and see the front door is open. Through the glass storm door I see a fully lit bright sunny day. My son is now clinging to me crying. I really don't want any part of this so I decide that the best way to get him off me is to phase out the glass.

That is not what the dream wants! Suddenly, I can't move. My son has my leg and I can't walk. It's annoying but I think that if I can just make it to the door I'll be free. Then, the thought occurs to me how ridiculous it is for a 2 year old to be so strong. This releases me and I freely open the door and exit; the need to phase has left me.

There are several cars parked at the curb and in the middle of the street like there was heavy traffic and everyone suddenly walked away from their vehicles. There is a truck in a yard across the street that seems to be changing colors rapidly. I ignore it for now. I think hard for a goal but all I can recall is that I just had a lucid before this. I start to think to remember but its taking too much effort plus I'm not sure I can trust recalling a dream while in a dream. It's an odd concept. OK goals All I can think of now is Sensei's competition. I don't remember anything about the point system so I just try all the dream control I can think of.

First I try my ice magic. I see faint ghostly blue orbs leaving my hands but they fizzle our rather quickly. I look at my hands to see if they are red like last time but they look vividly normal. Next, I try some TK but none of the cars will move. What heck!? TK is always easy!
Lastly, I resort to super strength. I walk up to the nearest car. It's an average looking sedan. Dark blue. It looks like that feminist girl's car from the discgolf course in waking life. I shout, "HULK SMASH!" as I leap up and land a fist on the hood. I impact sends my fist nearly to the floor leaving very little left of the engine compartment. This is fun! I go a step farther and do a hard leap on the roof of the car. The cab is completely compacted to nothing. Now, I leap from car to car smashing everyone. I feel like some sort of monster truck running over the cars.

Once that is done, I remember the truck. I summon it to a new spot with expectation. It's red for now but I want to see if I can change the color at will. I point and the rapid color rotation begins again. Red, white, then blue with some occasional yellow or orange. I can't keep track of it and it's slightly mesmerizing. I am almost in a daze but suddenly I feel the need to spit like I have an excess of saliva. without really thinking about it not being a dream, I spew it out on the asphalt. The liquid drains way in all directions creating the chaos symbol. I look away blowing it off as dream randomness but I pause when I realize how odd this is. why did I need to spit? Why did it drain away like that? Again I feel the need to spit, but this time I examine it less absentmindedly. I watch the liquid hit the road but it only pools normally this time. I smash my mouth it now feels really dry. I assume this is something happening to my waking body. I must be drooling! I laugh a little and the thought but try not to think about that right now. Time to move on.

I look around wandering what to do. Still thinking of the competition, I decide to gains some flying points. I push of the ground and rise just above the houses. To my right there is a tall red brick building like the ones downtown. I hover over to it and decide to play Spiderman. This time though, my fingers feel like they are touching wet marble. I resort to an Assassin's Creed type of climbing. It's taking longer and I think about shifting gravity just to get past this but I'm actually having fun trying to find ledges and support beams to grasp on to. I have a random thought about my previous dream where I was lucid. I sure was hard on Hellboy and Freedom Guy... What? What was my dream? I think about recalling it but I am afraid it will wake me. Save it for later. I continue climbing up using ledges and odd structures on the side of the building. How tall is this thing? It seems the building just goes on forever as I begin to wake up.

July 25, 2014

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Train Delays

I was on a train in Germany with Zukin; we were going back and forth between two stations, though I can't remember why we were doing so. Between these two stations, there was a city where trains weren't allowed, so the line had to go around it, adding a half hour to the trip, because they also had to go slower while going around this city. Zukin was complaining about how long it was taking. There might have also been a delay of some sort...

We decided to go to the car that had a little cafe in it, and we ordered some Maultaschen and Potato Salad.





Hospital School

I was with my family just before I got my fall placement in a school... I was with them in a huge building with stone walls and stairs, except for the stairs to the basement, which were made of some high-end wood. We were wandering this building and I was actually supposed to be volunteering with one of my cohort-mates, K.O. She had found out about it and wanted a challenge. I can't remember exactly what we were ding, but it was a hospital's school. Now that I think about it, the stairs remind me a bit of the stairs at my old high school, but these were much fancier.

I was looking for my family, and when I found them, we all went to the very basement, which was this huuuuuuuge room. I could barely see to the other end of it. We were waiting for some sort of event for families to start; there were a bunch of other families waiting with us.





Beautiful Birds

I was at a bird sanctuary, learning about different kinds of birds. One of them was a sandy-yellow colored bird with green wings and a red chest. There were two; a male and female pair. The female really seemed to like me. She was flying around me and would come to land on my finger when I held it out. They had such beautiful, melodic calls.

The ranger there was telling us about how their camouflage was very selective. In a normal tree, the red showed. The ranger even said "And they couldn't camouflage on me, either, because I'm wearing khaki!" he mentioned something about how you wouldn't be able to hide them by throwing them at him? I dunno. He was a bit bonkers I think. But then the birds flew into this meadow-thing, and completely disappeared. I couldn't see where the heck they were, until they flew back out and the female landed on my finger again.

I was sad to hear that this pair was one of the last of its species; they were also very old and were almost at the end of their reproductive ages. The ranger had earlier showed me that every time the female came to land on my finger, I was supposed to put a stamp on a page, and now he told me the meanings of the stamps. They automatically changed to the "settings" of the bird every time she landed, and so the different stamps meant different things about her health. He showed me that the stamps I had made on the paper showed that she was getting old, and only had a few more years of reproductive abilities. I was supposed to look for signs of near-death :(

July 24, 2014

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Indoor Market

I was at a large indoor market; it was set up like a Goodwill or something, or even like a big market in Thailand; everything was all over the place, and it was like a maze. In the back, there was a room where you couldn't get past the entrance without a huge ad flashing across a screen in front of you. There was a mechanism that detected whenever a person entered. But actually, it detected the carts. I figured out that if you didn't roll a cart into the room, or if you rolled it in just right you could avoid the tracks that detected the wheels. So I was in this back room, ad-free, looking at the different school supplies that were for sale. They had all these fancy tools and equipment, and games and notepads and pens and all sorts of office supplies that teachers would need. It was awesome. They had plain-Jane ones as well as crazy-colorful-patterned ones.

I got a text from my mom, and left the room sadly (I didn't have any money so I couldn't buy any of the awesome things) and found my mom somewhere near the middle of the market. She was getting some brown eyeliner from her favorite brand. I liked the color, too, but when I looked at the package ingredients, I found it had Carmine, which I'm allergic to. So I couldn't use it.

We got in a car (it was a convertible like my mom's but it wasn't quite hers) and started driving home. The driver's side was on the right like a British car, but we were driving on American roads. I found out a teacher at the place I was working was following us (to be clear, this is a fictional character; I don't have a teaching job yet); he pulled up next to us at a stop light and invited us to his house. We accepted, and went to his house. One of my 3rd graders from the summer school was there. She was apparently his adopted daughter, or something? Hmmm. I remember that I had a crush on this teacher so I was talking to the girl about ways to win his heart. She liked me and wanted me to be her adopted mom, so she was helping me devise a plan.





Guys

All I remember from this one is that I was a guy, and I was making out with another guy |D





And the Kitchen Sink

I was in my kitchen, and there was some carrot peels in the drain, so I flipped the disposal switch. But nothing happened... There was that sound of gears being jammed, and so I turned it back off. I peered down the drain but couldn't see much, so I took out the whole sink to see what was wrong. I just lifted it up out of the counter. There was a giant chasm underneath the sink. But the disposal was supported up by the pipes and whatnot. I found out there was a big yellow pitcher in the disposal, so I lifted it out and tested the switch; it worked. I put the sink back in place, and did some dishes.

I was a young man, in my 20s. I was a plantation owner, or rather my father used to own the plantation and I had just inherited it. We were in financial trouble, a lot of slaves had run away, and I was determined to free the rest and pay them wages and hope they would stay. I was determined that I would keep the home and the gardens and orchard at least if we could keep it up. What was weird that I seemed to see this home and property for the first time, so I explored it and looked at its potential.

In the orchard in front of the house I was surprised by how huge and red the apples were. I picked one, but most were too high up - I would need to return with a ladder. I noticed that the birds were stealing some of the apples. One apple started flying off right next to me, and I had to jump up a bit to catch it. We played a tug of war but the bird won and got away with the apple. Throughout it all, I could not see the bird - I thought it must be hidden behind the apple and be smaller in size than the apple, but surprisingly strong. When the apple flew away, I found a bug like a dragonfly remaining on my hand. For a moment I wondered whether it could have been my oponent in the apple tug of war, but then realized that was impossible because the apple and whatever was pulling it flew away.

I went back to the house, and explored the kitchen. There was a rather large potted tree growing in the kitchen. It had branches that were spreading on the ceiling with an intricate pattern formed by the small needle shaped leaves. I worried whether I would water it often enough but figured my servants would take care of it.

One of my servants though expressed concern because one of the slaves who had run away was the cook, and how were we going to feed ourselves. I said that I could cook, but he was skeptical. I responded by saying something like "Are you used to eating as fine as the masters then?" And he said that actually yes because the cook used to just make more of everything, and they would eat the leftovers. I said not to worry I would look up recipes that were good enough for their liking.

Around then I started waking up, and I am not sure whether I was still asleep when I had the thought that I could not look the recipes up on the Internet though because that had not been invented yet.

Previous tiny fragment: I remember there was two of something, either two kids or two car garage, or two beds, not sure what. That's all I remembered when I woke up at my usual time, so I decided to go back to sleep and sleep in today, and that's when I had the fabulous plantation dream above.

There is a male teacher giving me and perhaps 10 other students a science test. And we were taking it in my basement. But that's not the weird part. Everyone was naked save for the teacher. But that's not the weird part. The weird part was I got the test, took one look at it and thought.
"Hmm... I should pee on this."
So I did. I got yelled at by the teacher and he gave me a new test and told me to sit in the center of the room. I started taking the test only to find that it was actually pretty easy, even though some of the questions made no sense. It was something to do with matching pictures to words. I began grasping lucidity when I awoke.

I am camping with my family somewhere cold. There is snow on the ground and the rivers are frozen. Two boys that I have never met invite me to the hot springs. I have a swimsuit on under my winter clothes and I decide to go with them.
I walk with them through the cold for like an hour, (No kidding, this was up there with the longest dreams that I've ever had.) Until we get to a river that looks to be steaming. Thinking we're finally here, I take off all my clothes only to realize that the other boys have not. They then push me into the water, that turns out to be FREEZING cold. I lose control of my body as I 'die'.
I get taken up into a high tree that has a metal cage hanging from it. I can see the whole campground from up here. I get placed inside the cage back inside my body. [DREAM LOGIC] The cage is some sort of penalty box for dying. It's the rules of this camping area. Anytime someone dies they have to spend time up here. The more stupid you were about your death the longer the time you spend up here. Then you return to the land of the living when you have served your time. [/DREAM LOGIC]

Dream - Lucid

I had written two books, and was in the process of writing a third. I don't remember the genre of the first two. The third was a very graphic horror book, and much longer than the first two, even though it wasn't finished yet.

We were by a book shelf, but I feel like we were at a grocery store? Courtney S. was there with a few other people. She and some of the others had read the other two, and they really liked them. Courtney S. picked up the third one to read, and I took it from her; this was not a book I was going to release to the public. It was about some people being at sea and tragedies started to strike them, starting with one of the characters getting a cork stuck in her throat. It got way worse after that; there were sex scenes and gruesome accidents. It was a hardback book that had a red jacket with some sort of pattern on it. It looked like Christmas wrapping paper. It was wayyyy too big for the book. I tore some of the excess paper off the book. I had apparently made the book covers with a kit used to create them.

I had not worked on the horror book for quite some time. I started to read it myself, and get myself into the mood to write the book. Some of it was written out like a play, with the characters talking in turn, having their names precede their dialog. I could picture it as I was reading it; I saw the lady who got the cork stuck in her throat speaking with another lady. She foolishly had the cork in her mouth. The other lady was supposed to call 911 when the cork got lodged in her friend's throat. Then, there was a scene that I didn't finish reading, one about a guy I know IWL named Jeff B., and it was a sex scene between him and I. I imagined him with no shirt. He was very sculpted.

I felt strangely excited about reading and writing the book again, almost sexually so.

I then remember seeing a grocery store aisle by the check out counters.

~

I absolutely know I dreamed more last night, but no more recall. I did go to bed late, and am up early for work again.

I did my meditation yesterday. I like to meditate on my inner light and love. I always visit a monk in my meditations, and he helps to walk me through them. I cleansed my chakras, and let go of my anxieties and negative energy. It was definitely something I have been meaning (and needing) to do. Towards the end of it, I felt as if I was falling asleep, but I wasn't falling asleep; it was like I was falling into a very meditative state. My chest started to feel warm. I couldn't really feel my fingers touching the bed. I then saw a big purple blob in the middle of my vision, and heard a voice say
"I am afraid my child will come home."
I would liken this occurrence to the weird thoughts one has before falling asleep sometimes.
I then came out of the deep state, but was still in a somewhat meditative state. I meditated for about 20 minutes or so. Gonna try to do it again today after work, though I am afraid I might fall asleep instead...I am going to be wiped.

This morning i found myself deilding from a semilucid by visualizing myself in a rotating chair. I managed to deild 3 times and always by rotating my body until i felt i could use a dream body and get out of bed with it.

I managed to play pulling my hand trough objects, sometimes feeling a mild pain. Didnt succeed with old school fireballs or kamehamehas.

7/25/14

Nap around 1pm - 3:30 pm.

DR before 3pm

I'm in a circular room, with one side missing a wall. Something like houses in tropics. Room is nicely furnished. We are expecting someones arrival. We know he is a very dangerous person. Someone behind me, who i think is my dad, has something in his hand. I know that we need to keep strict protocol and the visitor is not gonna like any deviance. I'm telling this person to hide it behind the chair, no put it in the closet, yea, closet. No put it in the basket.

The visitor is arriving by car. I stand up and and walk into the middle of the room. I'm realizing that this way I'm shielding Ophelia, who is sitting behind me now. I know I should not be standing in front of her, but I want to keep her safe, even if she will not like it.

The visitor is a young man. Incredibly friggin handsome, about 15 yrs old. He is smiling, and I bow my head, as protocol calls for it. I know if I don't get it right, our lives can be at stake. The young man is Pol Pot. He smiles back at me, and his smile is not threatening. I don't feel any danger, but I know it could go either way.

Recorded at 8.00am

I'm at Daryl's old house with Dianne and Kayley. We're sitting in the lounge room and talking about movies. Dianne mentions about owning all the need for speed movies and that she kept them all tucked away under the TV in the unit. I have a look and notice that she had about 3-4 movies of need for speed [there's only 1 need for speed movie IRL. I figure she meant the Fasf and Furious movies]. Dianne mentions about putting on the movie Gladiator. I get excited and tell them that it's my favourite movie. I see a scene of Russell Crowe in the battle arena. He's angry and starts to attack the enemies. He lunches and stabs the man in the throat. It looks pretty gruesome and real.

I'm now sitting down on the floor in a room full or people. People are introducing themselves by saying their name. I tell everyone I'm a faggot. Most people have a laugh and some are rather confused at why i randomly said that. I think quick of an explanation on why I said that and mention to the people sitting in front of me that they should probably move away from me and give me front row view. We must have been watching something for me to say that.

Im with Josh and we are inside a pub. We're purchasing tickets for something.

I walk towards the entrance of my primary school and just hands me a ticket with a envelope. The envelope has the ticket number written on it in blue texture.

We make our way back into the pub and I give them my tickets. They tell me it's invalid and I cannot use it. I check my pockets for another ticket in case I grabbed the wrong one, but couldn't find anything. I start to feel a sense of danger and quickly grab a few things off the bar and leave the pub, leaving my wallet behind.

I'm thinking about Jason, the nemesis of Freddy Krueger. I see him coming my way and I try and hide by walking around the medical clinic as he walks around if also. Keeping out of his sight. I'm now about 100m up from the clinic and I see Jason coming my way on a motorbike. He doesn't look as big and scary as the real Jason but similar. He is quite slow at trying to grab me and I keep pushing him away as he gets closer on his bike. Eventually he gets a hold of my arms and he seems pretty strong. I pull free and grab a nice sized stick that's not too far away. I begin hit Jason with it, over and over again. It doesn't do enough damage as I was intending too.

I'm now in the clinic of pub and I ask for my wallet that I see on the counter. They mention about my invalid ticket and give me a refund, and tell me it may have been due to me not showing my concession card. I tell them I didn't show my concession card as I only thought I had to if I get asked. They tell me that I was lucky not to get a $50 fine also.

Side Notes:
Reminder to add an alarm which turns itself off after a couple seconds.

Dream 1:

First we were at some theatre and there was a man on stage with a dragon that looked like it was made of clay and at the end of the shows it turned into a paper box kite, still in form of the dragon, but for some reason I thought it was a giant squid. Later in the dream I discovered it was real whilst walking through a plaza of Japan, but while it was in front of me, instead of a dragon it was a giant shrimp (but I still thought squid). Turns out the guy who owned the dragon/shrimp/squid was actually John Watson (Sherlock) who hated the theatre life and wanted to give up his sanity in order to die. I tried telling him not to, but he clicked a website link on a piece of paper (which was how he was giving up his sanity) and died.

Then we were on some kind of airport and heard a tiny 'clink' from a plane that was landing, apparently it crashed, but the plane was totally fine and everyone in it. There were two cars there, a YouTuber (Robbaz) who I watch took the children into his car to drive home safely and my friend from school was in the other car, waiting for me and my other friend to get in the car. Next we were driving out of Queensland which was also Hollywood, we drove past a hotel called the "Artery Hotel" which was an almost flat and tall building with an elevator in the middle and apparently I had stayed there.

Dream 2:

I was in some kind of video game, sometimes I was spectating and sometimes I was in it. A few friends of mine and I were running away from these monsters, one type looked like a shadow beast from Zelda: Twilight Princess:



except, it had a more tear dropped shielded face, only had weaves coming from the top and at the back like multiple tails, walked on all fours like a tiger and dripped some kind of goo. The second type had a seaweed like body, they usually had one, two or three and had circular heads with glowing white eyes. The third type looked like the first except it walked on two legs and was more muscular built. Soon I was spectating and Sherlock Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch) was running from them (I watched Sherlock before I went to bed that night). He was trying to be smart about the situation but ended up cornered by them and probably died because I woke up before it happened.

It started with me in a unknown school the lights were off and I could see other kids entering inside. I am guessing like myself that they came here to get something however I didn't know if they had weapons or not so I stay hidden. That's when I heard someone walking my direction and before I could react my head was pick up by someone and I black out. I then wake up in Father room however I found it extremely hard to move as if I was in SP, that's when an unknown man came inside and told me he couldn't help me out in the school. I told him how did you know about my school dream? He begins to hesitate to answer, that's when I heard my brain racing with a pulse going back and forth. I interrupted him by saying I'm dreaming this is a dream, I tired to get up but felt like I was glued to the bed.
The man told me to stop moving and was holding me down making it even harder to move. I told him to get off me and let me continue however he wouldn't. That's when I tried to phase through the orange curtains but as I did it sent me back to Fathers bed. I began trying to punch the guy in the face and try to use telekinesis to blow him away however that one didn't work. Eventually he lost consciousness and I got stronger to finally get off from the bed. There was still something wrong my head was twisted back like an owl. As I tried turning it several times to it's correct position I finally got it and got to see why the bed was messed up as the gravity gone crazy. The covers were floating up while Father room seems much darker, That's when I left Father room to the living room, the lights were all off. My eyes look around in amazement by how real looking it is compare to waking life. I then decided to go outside through the back door as I did told myself to maintain my lucidity.
As I walk outside I notice it is night I tried to make the sun come out as I look at the moon but failed. That's when randomly a hat appeared on my head, I ran up the hill and surprisingly it felt cold as I get up on the top I see the sky changing to a clouded early morning. I then realize I drop my hat so I ran back to pick it up that's when I heard and saw a woman talking on the phone relaxing and beside her I see a black truck. I jump on the truck and jump down the fall in real life would've break my legs but I knew the dream would make me float gently down.
That's when I tried to summon a DC by closing my eyes but it didn't work and I ended up teleporting to a abstract but great looking place. My mother saw me and said hey while she watches TV, that's when I notice Father room on one side of the unknown building but I heard upstairs my brother was there so I decided to go up there first.
As I walk on these expensive looking stairs my brother comes in a red T shirt and tells me was up? As he races pass me and goes quickly down stairs. I told him and Mother that I was dreaming they both look at me with a silly face and my brother says " Yeah right " This got on my nerves as I walk fully downstairs. I tell him I am dreaming as I lift up my index finger and said watch it will go through the wall. I quickly jammed my finger to the wall to only find out it was solid and push slammed my finger on to it. My face became shock with embarrassment as my mother and brother both laugh my brother follow up by saying " Told you you're not dreaming " " I am " I quickly said as I tried it again but failed again and again in till my 5th attempt I manage to partially make my finger go inside it but my Mother or Brother were not impress and still not convince that this is a dream. I shouted " Fine don't believe me see if it matters to me, I have important stuff to do here anyway " I proceeded to going in to Father room and close the door. The orange light is already on I look at the screen to see Tekken Tag 2 playing, I watch it as the characters fight which seem so broken from the actual thing.
I press the PSN screen and the time stated 4:07 PM I then watch some more of the video game for about 30 seconds. I then notice how the subconscious was changing the place, I wanted to spawn a DC so I tried again to test my dream control but it didn't work. I look at the screen some more and saw the system I tried using the object to turn it in to a person but it ended up exploding the system which made all the lights in Father room turn off. As I tried to quit out of the Tekken Tag 2 game but it kept showing error over and over again. That's when I decided to sit back and relax and simply watch the game, after 15 more seconds I woke up. Lucidity Time : 11 Minutes.

Was inside a team fortrass 2 map, when the heavy character turned into a 4 floors high hamburger. then giant hamburgers started falling from the sky.


i dont even like hamburgers...

Just in case anyone who isn't me reads this (i find that hard to believe) heres some backstory: i live in israel and in a city that is relatively close to the gaza strip. last couple of weeks been tense and our city was being bombed a lot. 2 weeks ago a rocket fell in our parking lot and blew up 3 cars and i guess i got a bit traumatized.

I am in the street and i know a rocket just fell on the road. one person got his hand stuck in some sort of rock (i dont know how a rocket attack could result in someones hand getting trapped inside a rock but its a dream). he pulls his hand out and his palm of his hand is missing, then he starts screaming. suddenly i am in my apartment who is very crowded with a lot of people i know who are my distant family members. i see the guy who lost his hand talking to his wife on the balcony about some thugs who are hanging around in the neighborhood who might rob us at night. i want him to know i know what he's going through so i take off my glove and show him my 3 missing fingers. i have all of my fingers in real life, probably got that from davos from game of thrones. i see my mom in the kitchen cooking something so i walk to her to tell her i'm going to be sleeping with a knife today and then the dream ends.

what a retarded dream, didnt make sense at all

A false awakening during which I tried to write down the previous dream. The dream I was writing down was a Rumpelstiltskin POV, and I'd written that in Belle's version of their shared dream there had been no corresponding scene with Bae. When Rumpelstiltskin found this out from her, he had a sort of bitter "aha!" reaction to it, as if this proved him right in doubting something. But now that I was 'awake' and writing this down, I thought he was mistaken in that reaction. There was more I wanted to write, but my pen ran out of ink. I went to fetch another and was distracted by various things.

(Woke up for real. Back to sleep.)

There are four servants in a mansion, one who's getting ready to serve guests. The other three have to stay out of sight of the guests, and two of them have stepped out a back door to talk about something.

The other one of those three servants, the only woman among them, finds those two standing around the open door and is very upset at them for leaving it open. They have some reason for it - but while doors are open, the spell that freezes time inside the mansion weakens. Allowing a few minutes to pass here and there means very little to them, but that fourth servant, the one currently serving the guests, is human. He only has so many minutes in his lifetime. She wants to preserve that limited life of his for as long as she can, even if it's only a few centuries. She's furious at them for allowing any of it to slip away.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A car crashes out of a portal onto a hill. The woman inside is unconscious, and when she wakes up, she gives the name of a flight that crashed with her and her husband on it. She believes that she's just woken up after that plane crash; she doesn't remember the car or the portal. That plane crash happened days or weeks ago. But she's taken to the hospital where her husband is still staying.

When her husband sees her, he's shocked to see she looks much younger than before she disappeared. He takes out her compact mirror from her purse - he has all of her things that were found at the plane crash site - and hands it to her. As he does so, I see an image of her at three ages. Her appearance now is a young woman with strangely large eyes, blonde hair worn straight back under a headband, neatly dressed. But I'm also seeing a version of her several years older, with long wavy hair and a loose dress; and at the same time, a version of her that's about 5 years old. I realize that she became younger while she stayed in that place on the other side of the portal, and if she'd stayed longer she would have reverted to that 5 year old image.