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At the zoo
I arrive at the zoo with my kids and some of their friends. I see a sign on the wall talking about a new acquisition, a tiger of some sort, and how important it is to maintain eye contact with the tiger so that it stays interested in you and doesn't retreat to the back of its habitat. I start to read it to the kids, but they're all excited and not paying any attention to me. I turn to them, calling for their attention and explaining that this is important, then turn back to read the sign. I look to where the sign was, but it's not there any more. I'm really confused. Looking around and back, the wall has somehow flipped around to expose the sign, and I realize it must have flipped back before. The wall plank looks very irregular as if it wasn't designed to be pulled out and flipped around. I read the sign to the kids.

Now we're walking through a very open area. It's arranged kind of like an amphitheater, concentric half-rings descending to a central point, except that it's very, very shallow. The whole area is decorated in a very eastern style, and people with flowing colorful clothes are walking around. It's a bright, beautiful day. As we're walking down the giant steps I end up giving my eldest daughter a hug and holding her close for a moment. In the dream, she's fully grown, a young adult; but I tell her I'm glad she's smaller than me and will always be my little girl.


Old presents
I'm in a fairly small room. Somehow this is game related, but I'm present in the room. There's a counter with some kind of person (an elf, maybe?) handing out things that need to be delivered. We talk about some kind of special. Now we're talking about the special, but it seems time has passed and it's no longer valid; it was some sort of seasonal thing and it's expired. On the wall, I see a list of expired seasonal specials. I notice the table in front of him has some kind of cloth over a pile of stuff. The table is shaped like a fish tank: it's long and thin and doesn't have a lid. Pulling the cloth aside, I see wrapped presents underneath, and I know they're for members of my family. It's way past Christmas now, so I feel bad they'll be getting them so late, but I know they always love to open presents. I pull them out (somehow having to reach around or under things) and look at each one. They're all between four to six inches on a side.

Now I'm at home, giving the presents to my kids; except now the presents are from our pastor. My oldest daughter gets a coconut. It looks pretty, but upon opening it we find it's aged poorly, with dry brown stuff (like the gills of a mushroom) inside. My son got a pumpkin, but the top near the stem looks gooey. My second daughter got some trinkets that are just fine. We're standing around a tall flight of stairs as we're looking at them.

Fragments
As much as ???? likes the NFL, he doesn't like how they have a history of not following their own rules.

Something about a hallway in a dorm.

Hey nice I made it to April neat

uhhh hm let's see I'm not super happy about last night's dream because it was so dark but I guess I'm putting it down anyway. the nice thing was that although it had some disturbing content and I didn't know it was a dream, my mental state was still pretty ambivalent about the whole thing.

Spoiler for icky horror things:

Dream - YT Let's Play + Wicker Man, I guess?
aiight so the main setting of this dream was that I was watching a horror let's play on YouTube, so practically the whole thing was third person. The main character was this incredibly unfortunate little boy and the bad guys/monsters were a bunch of women on an island (so like The Wicker Man, pretty much).

Uh man I don't even remember that much except all the terrible stuff that happened. I suppose the sequence of events was something liiike...

(1) The horror game's entire premise abruptly devolves into "let's watch this boy get sort of ritualistically tortured by crazy people". I remember he was in some odd dark torchlit room with some powerful male guy leading the whole ritual and a bunch of female subordinates carrying out other stuff. I don't quiiiite remember what happened except for the part where the kid, already injured in some way, was standing there looking up at the (very tall and shadowy) male leader guy in horror, and then looked down to see that his left foot had been cut off in the middle of his shin, so quickly that by the time he looked down it was already gone. And he was just standing on one leg. Or something. And that was pretty much just the latest in a long list of things that had already happened but those have slipped my memory OH WELL 8)

(2) Dreamed my (old) cat Mitsie was in the horror game engaging in typical Mitsie shenanigans: that is, doing the thing that you don't want her to do, and running away when you try to get her to stop. In this case, she'd found that chewing on some kinda poisonous gel capsule gave her a nice high, but it was probably also killing her. Some girl who wasn't me (but who I think I was controlling) kept trying to stop her, and had to chase her around because Mitsie was pretty adamant about this course of action.

(3) Back to the kid again. It had now been firmly established that he was at the mercy of the Wicker Man-esque ladies, trapped on the island, and basically totally screwed. It was also apparent that whatever they'd been doing to him wouldn't or couldn't kill him. He may have had advanced healing powers which is basically a must if you're going to vacation to that island, apparently.

Uhhh *thousand yard stare* right yes so then the last bit I think I can remember was that two women were torturing him again, saying that there were two things in his chest that they were going to remove, and their surgery tool of choice was a file. They were going to cut two squares in his chest/stomach just by rubbing the file against his skin until it cut through, which would make one line, and they'd need like eight of those *waxes mathematical*. Even though it was third person I could sort of feel it as they started. So uh. Hm. Yeah that's about as much time as Imma dedicate to recording this.

was in a houge and each room was different in color it was pretty fucking trppy. there was like this major horor asepct to the house and every group was trying to knock eachother out.

ok so essentially there were like 6 groups and all the groups would get labeled different numbers and so fourth.if you were a low number you didnt have to go into the dark room if you were a higher number you had to walk about the house and do a bunch of scary stuff

another part of my dream was driving along these beautiful beaches with my grandma

I am driving my car somewhere coastal and high up, as i reach this apex i can see a lovely view of a bay down below, bathed in summertime sun, with a road that snakes wildly before me, and the sea to my right suddenly changes into a lake that i visit often, and suddenly i am transported back to this dream version of the place i know so well, except the ground is very uneven, and there are sheer drops everywhere, in reality there are no sheer drops at this place, you could run around all day and not get hurt, but in the dream version the ground is very unstable, and it is quite dangerous.

Now i am walking about these grass covered monoliths, looking up at their height, and noticing that they dont seem to stay in one place, they shift position and occasionally fly up in the air only to land somewhere else close by, leaving a gaping hole where it once stood. These monoliths suddenly turn into some space rocket trying to touch down, and there is a panicked crowd nearby, and i realise i am now in the playing field of my old primary school, and i am inside the classroom but also outside as well, very detached from the scene, i can even see the sandpits and waterpits which we used to play in.

This rocket thing eventually jumps out of view and i am now looking over a field covered in apple plants, not trees, plants! I walk nby and kick random apples from these plants and they ring out very musically like little bells, and sparkly glitter like substances fly from them as i kick them, and sometimes hummingbirds appear as i kick the apples, the apples then turn into some unusual flowers, all pointing in one direction, slightly bent also, with these long tendrills flowing gently in the breeze, and suddenly lots and lots of bright vivid colours, swirling together, and the sky is pink, like a sunset after a rainshower, bething everything in this relaxing pink light.

I then pick up my laptop and notice one of my twitter followers has changed their twitter name to Cstocky500, i see this Cstocky500 twice more, and it never changes, the font stays the same, as did the word itself.

Dream fades, i wake up normally...

When i did become lucid upon waking, Cstocky500 was right in front of my eyes, as if i had been looking at the word for a while and turned away only to find the word still there, like when you close your eyes after looking at something contrasting, it leaves an inverted impression. Never had this from a dream before!

This is the first dream ive remembered in a while, so at least thats good! I was standing on my farm in minecraft when desks popped up everywhere and my whole school orchestra and some characters from hetalia. A teacher handed us papers and said that today we were going to learn about meditation. She also said that drinking vodka helps with meditation. Egypt then said that he didn't have any vodka, and Russia said that egypt could have some of his. Yeah, it's short, but at least I remembered something!

Fell back asleep after snoozing my alarm so I barely remember the dream I had, even less so than the night before. I really need to get myself motivated to wake up better. All I remember is being inside a vague yellow room, probably in a school somewhere and talking to someone about something.

Date: 4/1/2014 (Tue)
Total sleep: 6.75 hours
Daytime Techniques: RCs, Visualization, Text Search, Awareness
Lucid Techniques: Mantras, Meditative Visualization
Recall Techniques: Meditative Visualization Mantras
Fell Asleep: 10 pm
Dream 1 Title: Underground Railroad?
Dream 1: I am standing on the grass facing a small hill. There are old stairs, made of old railroad ties, leading up the hill to an old shack. The shack is run down and painted white. I see an old rusty cloths line (the kind that rotates) in the yard. My wife is with me. I know that this shack is her grandmother’s house. We walk up the stairs and into the yard. There is a dog run running from the house to a nearby pine tree. The grass under the run has been worn away leaving only dry dirt. I don’t see a dog. We walk in through the old screen door, which squeaks loudly. We are in a very old kitchen. There are counters and cabinets to our left and right. The kitchen has a 1940’s feel and everything looks very old. There is a plastic container, filled with sugar, on the counter to my right. My wife opens it, and for some reason puts dry cat food in with the sugar. She then puts the lid back on. Jen’s grandmother (who is dead in real life) comes into the room from a doorway at the far end of the kitchen. She is wearing a long white night gown. She goes to my wife and gives her a hug. Another elderly woman come into the room from the same doorway. I know she is the grandmother’s sister, but in RL she is unfamiliar to me. The woman picks up a cup of coffee from one of the counters, walks to the container of sugar and begins spooning some into her coffee. I can see the cat food mixed with the sugar as she puts it in the cup. I wonder when she will notice and now she will react (I assume she will be angry). Suddenly, I am afraid. I know my wife and I are being chased and we need to hide. We move across the room to a door. I open the door which leads to a dark basement. The stairs leading down are very old and don’t look very safe. We descend the steps anyway. The basement has a dirt floor. There are roughly constructed work tables one every wall (running completely around the perimeter) and a long work table in the middle of the room. (The basement is much bigger than the shake, but I don’t question this.) There are old dirty canvas tarps on all the tables that hang over the edge. We move to the nearest table to our left, duck under the tarp and lay on the dirt floor. We are trying to hide. I peek out from the tarp and can see an archway leading outside. It is now night and I can see many eyes reflected red by some unseen light source. My wife says “Oh my God! This is just like The Hills Have Eyes!” (I know she is referencing the movie.) Suddenly I notice a young black man hiding under the table directly to my left. He is dressed in an old white button down shirt with puffy sleeves, rust orange colored pants which only come a bit below his knees and are held up with a piece of rope tied around his waist. He looks like a stereo typical slave from the 1800’s. I now know that the people outside are searching for him. He is a runaway slave and this place is part of the underground railroad. Suddenly a large group of slaves, dressed in a similar fashion to the hiding man, come in through the archway. The move around the room lifting the tarps and searching under the tables. They come to where we are hiding, lift the tarp and find up. They completely ignore my wife and me. The hiding slave stands up and smiles at the other men. One of the men hugs him and I realize that they were just playing a game. They all leave together out through the archway. My wife and I get up and move to the far left corner of the basement. We find a small room. It has a low box with a hole cut in the top. I realize it is an indoor outhouse. There is an opening cut in the wall. I look out and see a street. There is a brand new, dark blue, Nissan Altima parked about 50 yards away. My nephew is standing near the car with two other people who I don’t recognize. I turn and my wife is gone. I know she has gone back up to the first floor. I walk out of the small room and I am in a paved basement that looks very similar to the one in my house. I know I have to bring some cat up with me. I find the bag of cat food and see two sets of stairs. I take the one to the left (there is another to the right). I climb to the top and it ends at the ceiling with not where else to go. There is white cloth hanging from the ceiling and I have to push it out of the way to descend the steps. I go to the other flight of stairs and begin to ascend. As I get close to the top a large smoke gray cat sticks is paw out from under a step, right in front of my face. I smile at his playfulness. The dream fades as the light from my alarm clock wakes me up.
Awake:: 4:45 am
Vividness: (scale of 1-15, 10 is waking life vividness) D1 = 11
Awareness: (1-10; or lucid) D1 = 7
Length: (how long it felt like! Because that matters) D1 = 15 min
Emotions: Happiness & fear
Dream Signs: In a place I don’t recognize, dead grandmother, cat food in the sugar, hiding, slaves, underground railroad, magically changing scenes, basement bigger than house
Notes: No supplements last night. I am doing to meditating along with my visualization and mantras and it is really improving my ability to fall asleep. I am very happy with the detailed recall I have of my last dream of the night. I really love my new alarm clock. It wakes me up with light which doesn’t ruin my recall of my dream. I don’t remember awaking after any previous dreams.
Text Search Experiment: I am still searching for text, and using it as a reality check, throughout my day. I didn’t notice any text in my dream.

Football league was in financial trouble and I told my husband to not spend a fortune trying to bail them out, that he had already spent enough on football. Then I realized that I had just spent $20 on two pounds of coffee, and that I needed to watch my own spending.

EDIT: I am excited! I figured out what this dream was about. My husband is really into football spectator sport, that's his hobby. Right now what I am really excited hobby wise is bread baking. I have bought a few things for it already and was concerned about my spending on hobbies. I was thinking to buy a Britta filter pitcher to have filtered water for feeding sourdough starter, but the cost was over $20. This morning after this dream, I looked at my coffee machine, and remembered that it has a water filter part to it. I just needed to buy replacement filter cartridges and I can use it to filter water, and I spend less. I bet that's the solution my dreaming mind was pointing me toward.

I'm in a unknown hotel, with some friends (it seems they are my friends, but I never saw them in my all life ).
It's a kind of meeting between parents and sons, so we are supposed to go down in the hall and have a dinner together, but it's like all of us are there for some dirty party. We are not going to dinner at all!! Girls are wearing sexy undergarments and there are two guys wearing only jeans.
I'm not horny, and neither the girl friend supposed to sleep in my same room.
We both are bored and we willingly stay and sleep, but we already agreed to go in another room for the dirty party, so we prepare and go.
When we get the party room, they are already 'in action' !
Me and the other girl sit close on a sofa, having an alcoholic drink, and start to touch each other, but there is not any emotions... I look at a very sexy girl, kissing a handsome guy and I feel sorry I was so late... At once he looks at me and we instantly decide we had enough and left the room party to go somewere and play some poker.
BUT we are in deshabille and as soon as we leave the room, we see people shocked for us to wear so little clothes, so we take a lift and start to play poker in the floor.
In the meanwhile the lift doors keep opening and closing and people watch at us scandalized, especially when I drop the shoulder pad on purpose.
We pretend to be ashamed in front of people, but when doors close we laugh like crazy .
Cards I got are useless (3 4 off) and it seems he got a good point, so I bluff 'all in' to push him to fold, but he accepts the challenge and go all in too.
Of course I win having flush and he, exasperating, says to go to the bed. I think 'I did it!!' and I wake up when the dream start to finally be interesting!

To be noticed: I don't drink alcohol but I added a avatar of a girl supposed to drink alcohol in an account of mine, and I played poker yesterday night...

Hey!

Before i was going to sleep, i took a pill with B6. (It was more things like b12 aswell) And i must say that it has effect! I had so many dreams that i can't remeber the dreams i had at the middle of the night, only the dreams in the morning.


It was some kind of multiplayer flight game, and there were other people flying aswell. I used the "radio" to talk with them, and i liked to crash and call for help.
It was weird, the airplanes was like toys, and i wasn't really the plane, it's too hard to explain. Anyway, when i was in some big garage or a big hall with things in it, i controlled a toy-like truck and another player attacked me and i called for help on the radio haha, after that i don't know what happen. But this was a base for another dream i had.

This man that attacked me, was a pilot in this dream. There was many "unlogic" things going on in my surroundings, my grandma that is dead, was sitting on a bench with the rest of my family. Too bad i didn't react to my grandma, this could have been a dream sign. Anyway, the pilot was something bad, i don't know what. It was like the people around me was afraid of him, and he would return or whatever, i think they prepared.

I don't remember so much now, but the moments i wake up during the night, i could remember the dreams vivid. In the middle of the night i just woke up some seconds, so i didn't wanna try to remember anything.

I’m just wondering about these dreams my ex has been having. Since the breakup, she’s told me twice that she has had a dream about me.

In the first one, she said that we were back in High School and I got a new blue car. And I went to a formal high school dance with her and afterwards we danced in the rain together, but there was another girl with us that she didn’t recognize who was also dancing in the rain.

In the second dream, she said the following, but I didn’t respond because I’m in my 3rd week of NC:
“I had a dream about you. You moved to this super weird house – the bathroom was connected to the garage and that was the only way to get in there. We were going to play this game of some sort. Like a sport or something. But then I ended up falling asleep outside on the grass and when I woke up you were mopping my head with a washcloth. And I was all confused and asking you what was going on, and you were just like, “I’m not going to tell you,” so I ran inside to the bathroom and there was blood everywhere. Like, my hair was dripping. It was quite gross. I don’t remember getting cleaned up but I did and then I was sitting with Kaitlyn {who is my sister, her ex-best friend, who was very much against our relationship} and she was very uncomfortable but she was still kind of nice. She asked me if I wanted candy and I said yes and she handed me an empty candy wrapper. Then you came back and we went to school. I remember seeing a kid I hadn’t seen in years… But I don’t remember who he was. Then we went to a concert. And that’s eat. Wait no. At one point I told my coworker Tony the Asian to call you for some reason. Now that’s it."

Any ideas as to what any of this means? Maybe it’s an insight into her subconscious….

I was going up a hill or something at night. I did a reality check, asking if I was in a dream. Since it was night, I couldn't see my hand very well. I grabbed my phone and shine my light on my hand but it only lit up a little bit of it. Everything started feeling so real. I came to the conclusion that I wasn't in a dream and said "Nah, this can't be a dream" I was obviously wrong, and the feeling of realism went away. I kept walking up the hill and there was a firefight. I was part of counter strike. There was a new update and it made it look more like Battlefield, with bullet drop and even more scopes. I got mad because my helmet had a scope and so did my gun and I didn't know how to exit that view. We ended up losing to the terrorist team and I got pissed of and left the server. I was then at home browsing what looked to be the new marketplace and everyone was trading cards, since they were the only new drops available.

I was in the tower with my shoes off. I could see the level 2 and saw F. Martinez taking a dummy out of level 2 and putting it in his car. I figured he was using it as a drill during count. The tower was in the middle of the parking lot. I tried calling Martinez on the radio but instead kept saying R. Varela. I went down there and saw old inmates in wheel chairs and nurses and I figured that they were doing the Geriatrics or LTCU moves. I realized I didn't put my boots back on so I ran back to the tower. Bugaloo was there and I grabbed him. For a few seconds, Bugaloo actually felt like he was there. I wondered if he liked the height of the tower and I thought how he'd react to me holding him over the railing. I decided not to because the wind might kick up and he might fall off my hands. Thinking that, I started wondering if I would jump after him to save him. My view changed to me seeing buildings from a bird's eye view. I thought I wouldn't jump after someone because we'd both die. I remember feeling fear and thinking the only reason I wouldn't like falling is because I couldn't do anything to save myself. I then saw some guy jump after a girl and I knew it was 007 or something. He grabbed her and then deployed this bouncy thing that saved his fall. I fell down on the thing with them and it seemed like a huge, strong trampoline.

I dreamt that I was in some sort of school. I remember seeing Tony Rosales. I was sitting on a desk and remember my pants. I look at them again and suddenly they get dirty. I was talking to two guys and remember handling a small homemade gadget/machine. I was then talking to Rosales and we exchanged something but I can't remember what.
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I was at a park and grabbed some chick's vagina. Santino was there and he told me something.

Morning - Nothing to report =/

Side Note: My girlfriend had an excellent idea. Thanks to her, I will be integrating napping into my normal schedule again. I've shown on several occasions that afterwards, I'm able to recall bits and pieces. Knowing this, I should try using it to my advantage and help build my recall! So Imma give that a go. ^^

31.03.2014

I Don't Think That's Where You Put Them (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m asking an individual that seems to be reliable to store some items back for me. One prevalent item was a Lunchables box, and the rest are probably just things to eat and drink with it I guess. The individual is a Caucasian male bald, and he has a light shade of brown for a beard without a mustache. He’s wearing a black suit with a dark gray dress shirt along with dark black pants and shoes.

For some reason, I didn’t feel he would really send the items where they’re supposed to be, though the setting of the dream wasn’t really one to represent anything related to food retail, especially with the clothing format the individual had. He stated he’ll take care of the matter, and simply opened an upper drawer that consists of a dark pink mixed in with a slight overlay of red, and puts the items inside, and stated the request is done.

I stare blankly at him for bit, but seeing how it’s not my problem anymore, I leave. As for reasons why I wanted to send back the item, I seemed to have been concerned with a certain football team at a University, so maybe I bought some items for the sake of having some team spirit, I guess.


This reminds me of how customers in stores usually leave items anywhere without taking into consideration that they may rot over time, especially if the staff is either too busy or lazy to look for any misplaced items.