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Morning of February 19, 2014. Wednesday.



I am back in Arcadia. For some reason, I get the impression that I am supposed to be at an extensive class reunion and celebration. I seem to be much younger, though, probably only around twenty. I start to look for people of whom I had a stronger friendship or even association with, but do not find anyone I am looking for. (In real life, longtime classmate and best friend Toby T had a heart attack and I have not heard any updates on his condition - he is slightly younger than I).

Around the main high school building are many younger people, probably in their late teens - most, if not all of them, are full Caucasian, many with very light blonde curly hair, almost downy in appearance. They seem to be connected with the reunion but are standing about in a random pattern. I feel a need to express (or announce) myself, so I say, “I had one hundred people to see; one hundred friends to see here, but no one lives here anymore!" That seems a bit rude, I suppose, but then I sneak into some of the administration offices to steal manila folders of information about some of my former classmates, many of which apparently had passed away or moved to a distant location from Arcadia (as is actually the case in real life, for example, another good friend, Roosevelt I, is now a popular singer in Germany). This is the second recent dream relating to looking at manila folders and dossiers on people. In this case, I am in the filing cabinet looking for specific names and dates. I notice documents in various folders that are a mixed-up set of both names and dates, some folders nearly empty, even really old ones from the 1960s. I notice, specifically, dates from the late 1980s, and stop when I come to 1972 and 1973 sections. However, many of the names are unexpectedly unfamiliar.

Looking around the large office, I see that the filing system is in an odd, nonviable setup, almost like randomly placed boxes when someone is moving in or out of a place. Filing cabinets are placed randomly (some in the middle of the room) and all of completely different styles and appearance. This is partly related to my real life "seeking” of information on Toby and those I have not had closure with yet (there are only two main ones that I have not found information on or had full closure with as with almost every other person in my life up to now - I have not asked about one of them, and the person who could tell me, I have not straight-out asked her - she is the one who appears in my dream next).

I see two girls walking up stairs when I leave the archives and administration areas. No one else (no school authority, that is) notices my unauthorized searches otherwise. One of them is Michelle L, best friend of the “other”. The other girl, a bit higher on the stairs and walking upwards without turning, only has her back to me. Michelle laughs at me, but not in a demeaning or patronizing way - but in a very friendly “when we were kids” sort of way (she seems amazed that I am still “doing something a human would do”). They are dressed as tavern girls from an old TV western such as “Gunsmoke” - with a corset and a purple vertically creased/“stream-lined” low (or partial) bodice with large “corrugated” white ruffles. Michelle, who is Latina and Mexican (and with likely Mayan ancestry) whose last name seems to mean “the fox” in an anglicized corruption, seems to think I am on an infinite “wild goose chase” when I had already found the “key to everything” many years ago, yet I still “wander through old files”, so to speak. Still, there is one more thing I need to resolve relative to my thousands of experiences with the paranormal and the main one who was witness to some of it and is almost as much a “mystery” as the “real” mystery girl once was years ago. Very, very ironic and a strange “turnaround”, almost like being on the other side of a mirror than one’s “previous life”.

I can find no file on myself, as if I never existed. In real life, I would have been the file just prior to Michelle. Perhaps that is an additional reason for the laughing and subtle teasing. In real life, she no longer lives in Arcadia, either, so my dream’s scene is a bit ambiguous. The “other” (likely the girl with her whose face I did not see) remains elusive in my “second life” as much as my true twin flame did when I was with the “other”. Two different worlds - both inherently paranormal beyond what anyone would ever believe - likely knowledge I will never resolve. I guess I just want to “know” all of it.

Important update: After I posted this, and came back from the store, my wife tells me of a commercial after returning, regarding a brand new (fantasy) television series we had not heard of. It is called “Resurrection” (a play on a possum “playing dead” and coming back symbolic with my own NDE) - apparently about a missing (edit: not missing - died and found) boy who returns, being the same age as (I believe) 32 years prior, when he went missing and apparently “did not exist” (at least alive) all those years. The ad starts by showing him with a red shirt that reads “Mansfield Panthers” which is very significant for me in ways I will not get into (which relates to this entry and a dream of years ago I have not yet included regarding manila folders and the Mansfield name - also relating to a wealthy, snobby classmate and our team being the Panthers at that time). Not only that, he is (according to a short scene in the ad) “from Arcadia” (though not sure of the state). This has happened all the time since earliest memory, but often in a far “closer” and more visually precise sense (for example, exact visual detail even over weeks or years, exact scenarios - even complex detailed ones, and so on). It also mentions “Aurora” - which is where my father’s side of the family lives (in Illinois - though not sure if the locations in the show are met to be fictional - only saw the shorter ad a couple of times tonight (however, this seems to be an error regarding the show’s description as with the implication of missing)..

However, the summary on IMDb - “The lives of the people of Aurora (which I think is meant to read "Arcadia”) are forever changed when their deceased loved ones return" does not imply what the ad showed (which was only focused on the boy vanishing - though it turns out on the show, he died and was entombed, not having vanished). Forgot to mention that my wife’s middle name (Gabrielle) also appeared on the screen with “The Power of Love”.

I appear to have lost my dreams this morning.

Hopefully they will come back to me...

19.02.2014

Running from hunters (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Patrick and I were in some kind of forest. We talked about something when I noticed 2 hunters standing behind him. One of them looked exactly like the hunter from "Jumanji", the other was some woman.





I told him what I saw and started throwing rocks at them knocking them both out.
We started running out of the forest, crossed a busy street and entered a building which seemed to be some kind of hotel were my whole family was staying.
I told them what was going on and Patrick and I continued running, exiting the building and running through some kind of mixture of a national park and a village. Everything looked very European.
Sometimes my friend Sven was with us.
At some point we ran past a guy pissing at a wall, with another guy standing next to him. Suddenly the pissing guy was an old lady and the other guy was her caretaker. She says, she thinks something is wrong and tells the caretaker to check her underwear. I told the others to wait and we stopped running looking at the old woman and the caretaker. I said I think I know what's going on and told the others that I think she is bleeding down there. If that's the case we will have to help her out by donating blood. I said, I think I have blood type 0 negative but I'm not sure.
We talked about blood types while we were waiting for the caretaker to check if something's wrong. Eventually he says everything is fine and we continued running.
We end up in a building. At some point we met my family there. My sister had her baby in a buggy with her. The buggy was basically a basket with a single rectangular hole in it, letting barely any light in.
We exchanged a few words but then left them.
We ran through the building which started to look like the hallways of my former high school. At some point I see a person standing in an open doorway which looked really familiar. I stopped and spoke to him. "Hey, you are... That one guy... Man why can't I remember your name right now?"
The person was actor Mads Mikkelsen.





He leaves me and enters the room he was standing in front of. We follow him in. In the room were a lot of men sitting at desks like in school and listening to some kind of teacher. They were right in an argument so we kept quiet and stood near the wall. Every now and then I think I accidentally said something which made the men laugh.

Pretty sure I should mark forests and hotels as dream signs now.

19.02.2014

Dream Fragment: Call 911! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were in my old classroom. Someone sitting next to me was suddenly seriously hurt and bleeding and I started shouting repeatedly: "Call 911!" (Which is weird, because in my country it's not 911.)

19.02.2014

Dream Fragment: Joseph Gordon-Levitt (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was watching "3rd rock from the moon" with someone and told that person that the one guy is played by Joseph Gordon-Levitt.

19.02.2014

A night at Patricks (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was at my friends Patricks place. We were in his room (which looked like my IRL room) and watched a movie. Patrick and I were sitting on chairs while his father was laying on the bed watching too.
The movie didn't fill the screen. It was like it was letterboxed (the black bars on top and bottom) and also had black bars on the sides. I told Patrick he should change the settings to 16:9. He got up, got 2 pieces of Paper and put them on the screen so the black bars on the sides were covered. I thought it was a stupid joke and told him to just use the remote control and put it in 16:9.
He says the TV doesn't have a feature like that. I told him that's stupid. That would be like a blu-ray player without a pause function. Every TV has it.
At some point Patricks father fell asleep.
I took the remote control and checked the buttons. There was no button which for settings or anything. Then I realise there are 2 more remote controls laying on a chair. One of them was appearently custom made out of special pieces or something like that. There was something about the other as well. They both looked very similar to the remote control my own TV has.
Both of them had no buttons to get into any kind of settings menu either.
Next thing I know is me waking up in the bed were Patricks father was laying in on the day before. I found a chickenegg laying near me and grabbed it. I accidentally broke it and egg white was dripping out of it landing on a stuffed animal representing a hedgehog. I quickly got up and threw the egg into a trashbin.
I was alone in this room which was on the first level.
I looked outside the window and saw some rusty old pick up truck parking in front of the house. I knew they were here to get some bulk garbage from Patricks father. He wanted to get rid of a bunch of old pickaxes.
I see the guys coming out of the car into the building. After a while they came back out not only carrying the pickaxes but also Patricks sleeping father. They throw him and the pickaxes on the back of the truck and drive off. I laughed a bit. Later when I couldn't see the truck anymore I heard Patricks fathers voice shouting angrily at the guys that took him with them.

I decided to go downstairs. On the stairs I met Patrick gong up. He had made breakfast for himself. I remember he had prepared an eggsandwich among other things. I told him about his fathers little adventure with the pick up truck guys. He knew about it.
I continued going downstairs while he went upstairs. I entered the kitchen and found a piece of green plastic on the table which appearently was part of some microwave egg boiler. I turned it around and read some instructions on the backside struggling to understand them.

2 nights in a row I had dreams involving pickaxes.

19.02.2014

The Nuclear Countdown (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

(There was a lot of backstory behind this but I forgot most of the dream. All I remember are these few scenes.)

- I was running through rooms, being chased by guys with guns. The rooms were all connected so I was basically running in circles. I tried to outrun the guys with guns so I could lock the doors and capture them.

- There was a countdown. I knew it had to do with something nuclear. I was sitting on a chair or couch in front of a bunch of screens and technical stuff. The thing I was sitting on also had some sort of teleportation device.
As the countdown came near 0 I activated the teleportation and hoped it would sent me back before the catastrophe begins. I grabbed as much stuff laying around as possible so I could take them with me as a reminder of what happened.

I think in this dream there was some kind of friendly alien that I tried to help with something.

19.02.2014

64 wait for the touch of 7 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Someone says: "64 wait for the touch of 7."

My mother tongue is German and so my dreams are mostly German too. This sentence was spoken in English though.

(2/18/14)

The woods are quiet this deep in and the log cabin we've set up to film in couldn't be any more tiny and rickety. I think its mildly cliche, but what's a good horror movie without its cliches? The director shouts "Action!" and I'm about to deliver my first line when an ear-piercing scream interrupts me. As cliche as that is, it wasn't written in. The next thing I know, Zombies are flooding the set and Chris Pine and I are struggling to escape the tiny, rickety, death trap in an effort to preserve our lives. Chris Pine sprints toward his motorcycle and I sprint after him because he's Chris Pine and if I'm going to die I want it to be in his arms. We reach the bike, he pulls on his helmet and hands me another which I hastily strap under my chin as he starts the bike. I manage to grab his leather jacket just as he takes off and we're speeding down the road. Behind us, a few of the set crew have made it to their cars as well and I notice a blue mini-van and a black SUV following us down the curvy forest road.

We drive for no more than 3 minutes before we come to a downed tree in the road. There's no way around. Chris Pine leaps off the bike, throws off his helmet and disappears into the tree line. I know where he's going because I can hear it too and I'm right on his heels as we surge toward the sound of water in hopes that its something we can swim across (because everyone knows Zombies can't swim). Breaking through the tree line we both stop short as a vast expanse of ocean stares back at us from the edge of a rocky beach. The rocks on this beach are huge, like boulders, and the water halfway up on all sides. We can't swim across the ocean, but we can't stay here either because the Zombies are right behind us, so as the others from the set crew stumble out of the trees, Chris Pine and I start leaping across rocks.

Being much taller and in much better shape than all of us, Chris Pine spurs into the boulder-leaping lead and we all follow suit. Young and agile, Chris Pine and I manage to make good time, but some of the older folks in the group start to fall behind. I don't want to leave them, it seems too heartless, and Chris Pine is too far ahead to notice whats happening so I call out to him, "Chris!" He stops and turns around, to my relief, and his eyes widen as he sees how much the others are struggling. I can see him trying to come up with a plan then and there and, in that moment I wonder if, when he plays Captain Kirk, he is actually acting or just being Chris Pine. Then he's leaping back across boulders to help a heavier woman scramble up the slick rock face and farther back I can see the Zombies begin flooding from the treeline not 500 meters away. "Amy!" Chris Pine is trying to get my attention and, as I turn back to look at him again, I wonder to myself why he his calling me Amy instead of by my name. Maybe he misheard me when I said it. I occurs to me that Amy is the name of my ostracized Aunt and I hope to myself this isn't Fate's way of being symbolic. Then I remember he's calling me Amy because that was my character's name in the movie we were shooting before this all went down.

My name was Amy, and his name was Vlad. I consider for a moment calling him Vlad, as he is calling me Amy, but discard the idea as it seems more natural to call him Chris because he really does look like a Chris. This, of course, all passes through my mind in a matter of seconds, and just as I am about to leap back to help Chris Pine help the woman, I freeze, Chris Pine stiffens, and the woman's eyes go wide in horror as a man farther up the beach bank and closer to the tree line gets devoured by a Zombie.

Journal Entry Lucid #10 Dream,Lucid, (Comments)
Background: After awakening at 11:44, extremely tired, I used the bathroom and remember little snippets of dreams.
I couldn't try to WILD at that time because I am too tired and would fall asleep too easily. I stayed up and I played BF3 to make myself a little awake and too feel happy because I woke up sad. Around like 1:40, I made myself that avocado mixture, with banana, strawberries, tangerine and berries. I don't think the food made a difference though. I heard Robert Monroe's audio advanced focus 10. Then I thought let me do a WILD. I rolled over to my side with my head resting on my left hand. NO luck, King Yoshi suggested turning over if there is no luck. I rolled on belly and I put both my arms back. Just like he said there was a switch. I immediately fell asleep, I want to stay aware but like he said I went to sleep faster.

Dream fragment 3 from 2:20pm-3:06am" Spinning Technique":
I was playing a race on GTA 5. This guy constructed easy race, from point A to point B. I thought this will be easy and I lost. My sister told me about how easy it is. I wanted a replay so they gave it to me. This time instead of looking at the race. We became curious about the AI of the game. I saw this little blond white girl just standing there. An opponent said, "what do you think that AI is thinking about?" I don't know. We went to get a closer look. She looked lifeless. She stared into space just looking at the cars pass by. She then gave us a face look. She started at us for a couple of seconds and then back. I walked away from the race and went up this little hill thing, into a store. I saw my mother and father there. They asked me to go get some food. I left.I woke up and thought, "I should have been lucid", this was only a second of opportunity and I took it. I went back to the same dream and I gave my parents the food my father was gone. When I handed my mother the food she asked me if I washed my hands. I thought about it and thought back to what I was doing before going to bed. I washed my hands and face I thought.

I realized it was a dream and I started to rub my hands. I controlled my emotions this time. I look around and realized that I was in the bathroom. I said, "Thank you, Lord!" or, "what ever helped me get Lucid" (Meaning myself or something else). I walked out the door like as if not lucid, I didn't want the DC to know I was LD. When I walked through the door I realized that we were in a diner of some sort. I saw a waitress give my mother and my grandmother and sister some food. My dad however was in a different table. I thought why would I dream my dad separated from my mom? I looked around the diner and it looked very dark and dim. The quality of the dream looked sad and depressing. I wanted to lighten the atmosphere up and thought if I could get a little object that is bright in color I could change the whole entire atmosphere. I thought about turning one of the napkins into bright baby blue and red. I looked back and at first it was normal white. I said not good enough. I turned again and it was dark red and brown. I thought I got to escape from my family.

Knowing that my family is overprotective in my dream I tried to sneek out. I looked at my door to my left and I saw a dark looking area, THE VOID as some people like to call it. I look at my right and I see the outside with lights on. I walk out. As I was walking I did a quick RC so that I won't mistake it to be Waking life I looked at my hands and as soon as I was about to start counting I saw a smaller pinky starting to grow out as to make the RC fail. I laughed and said this is a dream. Also my grandmother made some petite excuse to follow me and came along.She said in my language, "Where are you going?" I said, "no where grandma". She kept following me. I told her to mind her own business I will be ok. She didn't listen. I knew that my grandmother always wants her way and if she was anything like my grandmother she is persistent. I turn around and I see another copy of her. I thought oh crap it better not be a demon or prototype just like my last long LD.

I quickly told myself not to say that and I told myself to play with the ridiculous logic of dreams. I was still rubbing my hands BTW. I told my grandmother as we were walking back to the diner that the clone was her twin sister. She didn't respond at first but then she said yeah that is my twin sister. She started speaking English, "Dam she fat though". I laughed because they looked identical. They even had the same cloth on. I thought of a way to get rid of my grandmother. I told her in English hey grandmother your fat twin sister is going to steal your food, you better stop her. She turned around and started walking away I found the window of opportunity and I took it. I started doing the spinning technique. I started seeing all the environment get smudged.

I felt my waking body in my room. I thought I was going to wake up then I got a thought of hope,"don't give up". I stayed in the dream. I started feeling my dream body. I saw it get re-spawned in a freeway. Then it got launched to a parking lot. I thought, "is this GTA 5 environment". The quality of the dream was ugly. The objects looked like cardboard boxes with smudged drawing on them. I started rubbing my hands and started looking at the environment. It started looking realistic but the quality only went to the quality of GTA 5 not waking life. I turned around and looked at the cars and I could see the reflection of the world on the cars. I was content with the quality and I said "Not bad". I then wanted to explore the city and at first was going to drive the sports car that were in the parking lot but instead I flew out of the parking lot. I had no doubt about my flying ability, so I flew with ease. I then gently landed on the street in front of the parking lot. I used my hands gently putting them down as if I was doing telekinesis. After I landed, I thought what should I do. I thought about using telekinesis to pick up cars and stuff but thought of making a training simulation where I am in a all white room and their is different objects there. I imagined a door that will take me to this place. I closed my eyes for one second and realized that the dream might changed. I opened them and saw this black circle across my eyes, you know the one you get when stare at something bright and it leaves and after image. I thought WTH, what do I do?

I woke up. I thought at first that I over loaded my brain by the new task I presented to it but I woke up because I wasn't rubbing my hands. I was using them to fly and stuff. I can't seem to get the dream stable enough to the point I won't have to rub my hand all the time.

Became lucid by: DILD

Journal Entry non-lucid #38 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I meditated before going to bed and told myself that I want to remember my dreams. I didn't hear Robert Monroe's advanced focus 10 audio. I also looked at king yoshi's new WILD guide. That is why I bumped up the water to wake up even earlier.

Dream fragment 1, 8:51pm-11:44am."":
-My cousin was in my dream and she was eating some food.
-some old man was wanted by the cops.


I got up and went to sleep which gave me a LD which I will DJ in a different entry.

Dream fragment 3, 3:31am-6:53am." Chem 120 Teacher a Critique": My chem 120 was walking showed up around my house next to a bus stop. She asked me why I wear jackets on hot days. She was right. Hot! wow it felt like 90 degrees, no clouds to cast a shade too. She also showed up in my chem 121 class and everybody was trying to look like they are doing there work to impress her.


Dream fragment 4, 3:31am-6:53am." New friends with old friends": I walked to my friend Ls and he forgot my name he called me Mr. White. I thought why would he call me Mr. White but I didn't follow up with the question. He had a lot of food all over his face. My old friend Dd was their and he joined us in the table. He looked healthy which was good.

Dream fragment 5, 3:31am-6:53am." Smoke Addiction?": I was in the living room smoking a cigarette. It felt good! It burned my lungs with every breath I liked it. My parents told me to stop and I said I couldn't. I threw the cigarette with disgust, but picked it right back up and I walked out to my backyard. I thought when did it reach this point. I conjured up a story about how I got addicted it went a little like this: I got 2nd hand smoking from school, then after that I needed a way to deal with the stress so I started smoking. I never smoked a cigarette, so it was quite a shocker, I do occasionally get 2nd hand smoking though. And I would have forgot this dream if it wasn't for a video that depicted a women smoking and I remembered it and I felt shiver down my spine. I felt the disgust I had in the dream of myself.

2.18.14 Tuesday

last night bed 11-9:45

Nap 12:20pm

I was visualizing walking on the same beach as yesterday (whitsunday). But fell asleep.

DR
I'm in US with Valika and Deniska. Valika is buyng a place here, and I'm helping her pick one. I'm telling her she will be so happy living here. Then we are walking on a raised wooden walkway. We come to an old town square. Looks like we are in past, or it's movie props or something. I'm telling V about LDing. Then I tell her "and then you count your fingers, look, like this" And I count 6 fingers. I'm like, wth? I count again, and again, 6 fingers. I look at them and yell out "we are in a dream right now"!

They disappear and I found some people to have sex with.

I wake up and write it all in DJ. I'm so happy with myself, that I remember all the names and details. But only till I wake up again, this time for real.

#284 - SSILD - 4:45ish?

I had a natural WBTB way early at around 12:44AM but went ahead and took my Amino Acid Blend. I intended to SSILD but passed out too hard, too fast.

I have several vivid NLDs but only remember one where I was still married to my wife but was also dating an ex girlfriend. Apparently, they were both fine with it all and I felt strong love and affection for both of them simultaneously.

When I woke from that I berate myself and managed some proper SSILD cycles

I am on a beach with my wife and kids that I think of being some part of Charleston, SC. I swim into the water with my older daughter and quickly notice that this part of the ocean is bathtub warm and very brown. Disgusting.For some reason I start taking video of my daughter with my phone in the water. There's some vertigo and I feel like I may drown.

After a lot of struggle I manage to get back on shore. I spot an area where the water is clear and blue with white sand and palm trees. We decide that's a better spot and swim out into it. I see some smaller kids playing on some structure in shallow water. My son is among them and he is smiling at me. I tell him 'Hi' as I pass by. I come to a rock formation and climb up it. After closer inspection, I notice all of this is a man made pool that looks like beach and ocean. I look around and think maybe we are in some part of inland bay area. I pull my phone out to check the GPS. Google Maps confirms my suspicion and I use a type of Street View function to teleport to a road that leads to the actual beach.

As we walk, I notice the streets are full of water. I question how there can be any flooding and look up at the sky. There are very dark storm clouds coming inland. As I look out toward the sea, I see a terrible storm approaching with many tornadoes on the water. I shout, "Hurricane!" at my daughters and try to get them to run with me. My younger daughter is too scared and hides in a rack of clothing like in a department store.

I think it was the tornadoes or maybe the clothes rack on the sidewalk, but I realize this must be a dream. I still feel the need to get everyone out of the area but I feel like I can't move and my daughter still won't cooperate. I hear a woman's voice over an intercom saying some warning about the Hurricane. I feel a need to escape and have a moment where the dream fades to black. I calm myself and focus on the dream to avoid the void.

I look at Google Maps again and see several red dots that I think must represent my wife and whoever else I came with. They seem to be back where I was earlier and I remember that I teleported.If I teleported here I can teleport someplace else. I still feel the need to bring everyone with me but decide I should just let them go. I have to remind myself its just a dream.

I play with Google Maps some more and zoom out and rotate. I see the area and note the general shape of the coast line to compare it with the actual waking map. I see lettering marking the names of areas but it's all in some strange form of Spanish that I cannot even try to remember (Probably just gibberish). I zoom out some more and notice the area I am on is separated by a something like a river. I find this a little confusing but let it go.

I zoom way out and let my mind wander. I find something like a small isolated continent divided into two countries. I zoom on the right side and see it's labeled Somalia. I zoom on the left side and it's labeled Burma. I decide Burma might be nice even-though I know this map is all wrong.

I am not sure on the mechanics of this mode of teleportaton so I don't try. I just focus on seeing landscapes and let my mind bring what it wants. I see some empty beach, then something like an arid, yellowish, crag with steam shooting out. It makes me think of kind of sulfuric fumarole. I don't want any part of that so I continue searching but I lose lucidity.

I find myself sitting on a cushion at a low table with three Arabic men. There is a meal before us and we begin eating while engaging in conversion. I dish myself something that looks like the end of a very large octopus tentacle. It's cooked and split partially in half like the bread at Subway. There is some red meat inside that looks like beef and I put some sort of sauce on it. As I eat I vividly notice the texture and not so much the taste; it's something like tough marshmallows. I soon wake up.

By the way, I was really close with my view of the coast line. It's not quite Charelston but it's really close. I've never been here nor do I recall ever looking it up.

Also, it's interesting that I have thought of using a method of teleporting before but never tried it. Though, the dream set me up for it this time, I think it is something I could perfect... hopefully.

Then she(Mrs.S_____) talks about it during during the Super Bowl. She gives the class some good examples such as a elegant black bull, and some bad ones like a dog with it's nuts showing. The words reality and check appear on the board as she talks about how bad the Super Bowl have been doing animal nudity. I begin to suspect that something is awry and my fired aswim tells me that this is a dream, I do a nose RC and I fail. The scene immediately changes into my old apartment. We have just moved in, my mom and dad are setting the router up they say it has cgi capable and has only 3 CC's. I trie to make the sun appear, but I blink, the computer I am staring at changes color. I attempt to stabilize by rubbing my hands and feeling the carpet, they both fail, And I try to record the color the crashed website had in dairy but it cost $2.60 to buy the color.
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In this dream I move into a futuristic house with my whole family. It has a very good monitoring system and excellent luxury, my bother and I play with it. I also tire to make a vibrating bed.

In this dream I am at a family reunion with my cousins brother and a bunch of other relatives.
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In this dream I invent a taper recorder that can travel in time and to a limited extent, space. Doctor Who is also in this dream. For some reason my device has inspired a person to teach her daughter a interactive history about the plauge using this machine. It fails and then Zombie clowns invade my high school, sir some reason the woman tries to go towards the zombies because they are truth tellers or something. The doctor tries to save her but she keeps going towards the zombies.
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In this dream I am arrested for stealing something. As I am flown to jail, my mom offer me some last minutes with my guinea pigs, I agree. Then I am off to my jail ward, hoping for a female "companion". Then after a couple of days I plan on killing the prison guards, everyone agrees with my plan and we kill the guards. A magical flying card posses their dead bodies innards and all for valentines(for their wives of course). I get back in jail for 4 years but I tell my mom that I will there for more like a single year or half a year, she makes the same offer as before.

today i dreamt i was in captain tsubasa's mind they ended
their game against meiwa, i saw wakashimazu sitted on the grass
and i went near him, he was depressed and told him "you're a good goalkeeper"
Then i saw that video playing "Captain tsubasa drive shoot" in my head, exactly as it was on youtube.
the same music playing along when tsubasa is mad.

Fact: I started to watch this series again, maybe it's why my subconscious showed me this


Dream elements:

-captain tsubasa anime series

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hours slept: 7 hours