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(Side note: It occurred to me yesterday, lucidity works best for me when I'm focused on a specific task, as with defusing nightmares, and that's probably something I could put to work for me more. So before going to bed today, I tried typing out one of my dream goals with the heading Task of the Day.)

I was flipping through the just-released final book in a series, the Wheel of Time, when it occurred to me that this series already ended. I get online to explain the discrepancy, and there's some explanation that this new book is an optional epilogue with bonus materials and illustrations and so on. I realize this is a dream. My first instinct is to just continue with what I was doing anyway, but right afterward I think, no, what I was doing was boring. There is no way I am going to waste a dream sitting around my IRL home on the computer. (Although come to think of it, a dream computer could probably do some interesting things too.) That decided, I immediately set out to perform the task I set for myself. (Successfully remembered!) The first step is finding a doorway or other way of changing scenes, so I head for the door.

Before I get there, however, I get distracted: I realize I'm holding the t-shirt I'd taken off earlier in the non-lucid part of the dream. But although I hadn't put on another shirt afterward, I'm fully clothed now, which I think of as a convenient bit of dream logic. I remember a previous lucid dream where I'd tried to transform a shirt into something else, not very successfully, so the presence of a spare now makes me want to try again. I decide to just transform it into a robe, that should be easy, I'll just lengthen it and create an opening in the front. I see there's an opening at the front of the collar now, so I take hold of either side and pull as if tearing it, extending that opening to the bottom, seeing that it's grown longer as I go. I hold it up to look at it - it's got the shape I pictured, but it looks like a poorly-sewn costume, like something a child would make. It's got a piece of plastic sticking out of it, as if a price tag's been torn off, and there's a tangle of loose threads and frayed edges across the opening in the front. I tear that tangle off, then realize I'm waking up. (It occurred to me afterward that both shirts had been specific shirts I actually own IRL. Makes me wonder if I'd have an easier time if, rather than just the general idea of a robe, I'd aimed for something more specific. Still, though: a more successful transformation of an object than the last attempt.)

I'm lying in my bed and I get lucid. I'm TP to PS. I was near "Kame house" from Dragon Ball. I go underwater and ask someone about PS. He told me that PS had quest and he need to get tooth of white shark. I looking for him, but I don't find him. There are many people, they watching some art. I watching the art too. I'm in building. I meet girl from my old school class. Then I start watching other girls, I want to look at very pretty girl. There aren't any, so I want one model to appear in second room. I try few times, but she don't appear and every person disappear. I think I can meet some girls in school, so I TP in it. I go to the toilet, there are some girls, I kissed one.

I had FA. I'm again in my bed, I do RC and be lucid. I go outside and try few times TP to a beach, but I failed. There is one small creature, I help him or something. Then something appear in the air. I think this is made from clay, I'm sure this is orange. I fly into it and my alarm woke me up.

I like the thing that in this dream I many times told myself to be focused, but I don't like this "girl stuff"... and I forgot to call/scream for PostScript.

Had another dream of hackers accessing bank accounts. There were at least 3 women involved and maybe 4 or5 men. They were stationed all around the world but were part of the same unit. One woman in particular had an accent and I associated it with Croatia for some reason. I knew they were about to drain the bank accounts of millions of Americans and I was yelling at people to get their money out of the banks. It's all going to be gone!

Journal Entry Uncategorized#2 Dream,Lucid Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I have been acting very curious in waking life after watching a youtube channel called "shots of awe". Well he recommends that we look for awe in every day life. So I have been doing that looking at the walls in my house with interest, the rain drops and anything else.

Dream fragment 1, 8:35pm-2:05am."": My cousin was complaining about how heavy an item was. She asked me to carry it for her. I said, "but after a while I said ok". I looked at it I think it was a heater small enough to carry but really heavy. I started observing it turning it around. Writing was all over it, I think it was warning label

Dream fragment 2, 2:10am-3:13am." Short lucid": I was next to swimming pool and I was with my cousin, AL. I told him about our annoying cat, some body said you don't have a cat. I thought "hmm why did I just lie then". My cousin was in the swimming pool. I was touching the water with my feet but I didn't want to go in the water. I did this to all the corners of the pool. I wanted to go to my cousin without touching the water. I flew to him, and I thought we were having a shared dream experience. I told him it is a dream, then I realized. Then he started to float a little, I tried to help him stay up. I started to sink. I decided to meditate on my breath. I started hearing my breath and imaging it floating like it did in another LD I had. It started floating but it wasn't like the other time. Then a kid from my church, ES, came and said, "do you want to hear a story about demons" I responded angrily, "no" I then lost lucidity and I took the book from him

Dream fragment 3, 4:10am-7:00am." Hillary Clinton is a slut": Hiliary cliton was trying to convince every body she is not a slut. She was on the news they were calling her a slut and we were looking at old footage's of her. We saw that she knew Bill Clinton was cheating on her. How he just used her and she used him to become politically active.

Dream fragment 4, 4:10am-7:00am." Uncle's anniversary": I was looking for a place to pee. This man was running on the wall, sideways. My cousins, AL & BY were in my dream again. They were sleeping over so that they could be their for my uncles marriage anniversary. I saw BY before I saw AL. They were both in my sister's room. Idk why.

today i dreamt i was on a electronic store, i was in front of a high spec laptop.
I only remembered to see 16 GB ram, a thought came in my head.
"I saw this laptop somewhere, oh yeah! it was on mediamarkt
i wanted to make it as my RDP"
so i looked for the laptop IP, so i could connect to it through my PC.
My instinct told me to don't do that. so i stopped.


Dream elements:

-laptop
-electronic store
-mediamarkt


Technique used: ----------

hours slept: 8 hours

1. [Non-Lucid]
Sitting at a desk in a classroom thinking about being lucid in my dreams and how fantastic it would be.

New we are pulling out the contents of this blue box and having to describe what we are pulling out such as pencils. everyone seems to do ok... now its this girls turn to describe its contents she begins and it becomes apparent that something is very wrong with her as she is off to the side of the box taking imagery things out of an imagery box, this goes on for a few minutes.

Im so happy at the fact I remember thinking of lucid dreaming.

fragments:
I get a starred at in a rather strange way by my support worker sitting across from me, was pretty creepy.
I saw some word written in lime green with a swirly thing next to it.

2. [Non-Lucid]
Me and Emily are playing Minecraft when all of a sudden a wall falls down to my right, on the other side is a secret project I been working on, so I panic and say "uhh...don't go in there please" as she looks through the hole in curiously.

Fragments:
Getting Kye a copy of Minecraft then rushing to my pc to tell Emily the good news.

3. [Non-Lucid]
I'm next to a sweet shop with another guy when my aunt shows up and gives us each these huge pink boxes with Jelly Belly jellybeans in it (saw the logo as well), I was extremely happy about this.

fragments:
I'm trying to get past my aunt sneakily but she notices me and I get embarrassed. (she was holding a weird looking bag)

So I am bit confused on if this was a wbtb or not. I woke up but I never moved or opened my eyes(this was round 5:30) I could tell because I heard my mother getting ready. I just went back to sleep but I started to have hh's, Gotta say these were fantastic. I heard train tracks like when the train goes over the cross section you here that bump kind click-clack sound. This was very loud. I felt so many vibrations and at one point I felt super light then the next I was sinking into the bed(I got about halfway through). It felt like I was going warp speed through a tunnel as I was sinking into the ground. I saw fractal like patterns mostly circular that were vibrating. I never managed to dream though but this was the closest I came to I believe. However as I mentioned i was not trying or planning to do this. I just forgot how much fun these are and how unbelievably real they can feel, see I have been working on dream recall so that I can do dild's.

Now onto the dream(which actually happened before the failed wild/wbtb thing) :

I was working at my old job cleaning a retail store when an old friend from high school, D, came in. He came over to me and the store morphed into a house. There was a party and we were all in the kitchen. I was sitting at the table. Everyone was drinking and socializing, however I did not want to drink. A lot of people from my public school were there as well, I takes to S a lot about mundane things. Suddenly talking to her made me want to drink so I took a couple shots if whiskey. I danced the mamba I think with D. Then I looked up an the ceiling was all stars. It was controlled by a light-switch that D turned on. I rushed out the back sliding glass door to look at the real stars outside. He came after me and I told them that the stars outside were much better. I then noticed a cluster of stars and said, "I am so sick of those goddamn aliens!" I then went back inside the house but most people had left. It was only 11:30pm so I was kinda disappointed it has ended so soon. Even though it was my house I decided to take a taxi, while letting others stay the night. I remember getting into a taxi with my sister however the interior of the car was a huge room. You could walk around and there were tabled to sit at. I then was listening to a women lecture about the safety hazards of driving. She said that good drivers get in trouble when others drive badly. I said I wouldn't know since I don't have a license. She kinda look at me like I was one the problem drivers( I think she assumed my license was suspended). So I told her that it just expired as I never went for my G2(this is true in wl).

Dream 1: [COLOR="#800080"]I was in a train station waiting for someone to go on a trip. I keep waiting and waiting but nobody comes so I try to call mom. I see mom and I ask her where the person is. She says that the person should be here already. I tell her it's not here and she grabs my hand and drags me into a little garden. I see there a man without his arms and mom tells me he's a relative. He does the split and mom laughs while saying to me : "That was his position when he beat up that nurse because she wanted to kill him" and then a train drives over him and he still laughs. I get on a tube(blue color) and I stay there. The man says that I need to walk away because that's a water tube. I said : I just stayed there because It's so hot outside and that tube is cold. Then my sister jumps on it and it breaks. The relative gets angry and yells at her. Mom runs fast and repairs it. Suddenly, a snow storm comes and everybody flies away except me and my sister. My sister runs somewhere and I stay there yelling for help. I see a guy with a red hat and he says he will help me but then he runs. I try to move and I find this kid who is like 3 years old. She is really scared and yells and I run to her and pick her up saying : Don't worry, we'll get through this. I lose her and I start looking for her but all I find is another girl who looks like 5 years old(She had blonde hair and green eyes). I grab her hand and we try to walk. I see a fireplace and I tell to this old man if he can let us stay there for a night because it's really cold and we can't see. He says yes so I jump the fence and we sit near the fireplace. It's really hot there and there's no snow. I talk to the girl and she says she got lost from her parents and I tell her that we'll find her parents no matter what. I look over the fence and there's no snow so I'm really happy and I tell the girl that we can go now. We jump over the fence and I see my sister. I run to her and hug her. There's my classmate that comes from the back yelling : ALINA!!! and he jumps on her and we fall. Kris comes and he says that we really need to go a building and he points at it. I say okay and we all go into the building. We play some game and then I get into this hall that has lots of doors and walls in the middle of it and all kind of things. I run but Kris grabs my shirt and he says that the game is over. I run to this other hall. I see some the snsd member and I say that they're really pretty but they're so small(height). I get to this room and there are some papers. I look at them and there are only math problems. [/COLOR]
Dream 2 : [COLOR="#800080"]Something about my grandmother. She wanted me to bring her all kind of stuff.[/COLOR]
Dream 3 : [COLOR="#800080"]I was in my classroom and I was playing on my phone.[/COLOR]
Dream 4 : [COLOR="#800080"]I'm with mom and dad on a street. Mom sees an ambulance and she tells us to run because they will kill us. [/COLOR]

Fragment:
I had recently uploaded another Dream Journal entry to this site. (In my dream.) In it, I discussed my reasons for not "making love" if you will with another dream character. I got a bunch of comments saying that I should have done it.

Fragment:
Something to do with me shopping at a huge warehouse type store trying to find foam mat board. It was sold in these big rolls of white foam that came in varying thicknesses from two inches to four feet. I also recall that the store sold yachts on these giant shelves that were like 10 stories high. It was a pretty epic store...

Kittehs!
I am with my cousins. And my three cats. We are outside in the drive. This cat walks out of the neighbors yard, but she looks rather strange in that her face is half black and half white split down the middle. Somebody else points out that the cat is a mother.
As the cat gets closer to our yard, four kittens walk out of the bushes and follow her. One is silver, like a British blue. Another is a brown tabby. Another is a black and white spotty cat. I think the last one may have been an orange tabby.
I pick up the brown tabby kitten. Now he was feral so he wasn't very happy about being held, but he wasn't scratching me. I petted him for a moment then put him down. My cousins were trying to decide if they wanted to adopt one of the kittens.

Nightmares invade real life:

This last dream was very weird. And epic. I was told by someone that this dream was in fact a prediction of what would happen in real life. The setting was strange too...
Disclaimer: Even though this dream claims to be a prediction, I severely doubt this will every happen in waking life. I just don't want any of you to think that I am crazy.
I am in a vast circular valley surrounded on all sides by mountains. The entire basin is filled with a grassland. There is a large city in the center of the basin, with an extra tall skyscraper in the exact center.
It is daytime, and the sky is a bright blue. But above the city is a large thundercell that is starting to rotate. The lightning strikes become more frequent and the underside of the cloud taints a purple color. Some of the lightning strikes hit the tall skyscraper in the middle of the valley or some of the other nearby buildings. There are not one but three vortexes underneath the cloud now.
As I pay close attention, I begin to see the outline of... something in the cloud. It drops below the purple cloud layer and is revealed as a rather oblesk with a warped black design. What looks like the front is vaugley claw-shaped. This is the side of the "ship", and it is tremendous, probably four miles long.
I hear the voice of someone, quite clearly in fact. He explains that he is the "nightmare king" and that he is able to talk to us directly in our minds. He then explains that for thousands of years he has been the source of all nightmares, but only now has the world fostered enough negative energy for him to manifest himself and his army in the real world. He seeks to lay waste to earth and rebuild it as his version of paradise.
About two dozen smaller ships emerge in a close ring formation along the edge of the portal, with every ship facing forward, out. For a moment, the portal glows in the outline of a strange symbol. The smaller ships have the same look to them as the large one. They begin advancing outward while bombarding the city.
I look over my head to see several squadrons of Jet fighters followed by a trio of what looked like the flying battleships from last night's dream. Two identical fleets closed in from either side, and there was probably a final fleet on the opposite side of the city that I could not see.
They go into combat. The nightmare ships seem to have some kind of protective shield that causes anything shot near them to hit a red forefeild wall. (Think Independence Day). The "good" army is losing terribly and the warships have advanced to the edge of the valley, widening the portal storm as they went. I woke up.

Only fragments this night.

I was at a construction site, and for some reason the people there wanted to kill me haha.

I also dreamed that i was playing Pc games..

i'v just got back into dreaming so this one is VERY fuzzy..

Remember being in a dark cave. the dripping was loud.

Thats it..

Dry-Dock Bullets

The entire world around me is dank and misty. The houses are gloomy and reek of mildew with vibrant green vines trailing up and down the walls. I can see moss growing in brick molding cracks from the giant U-shaped roadway I'm standing in.
I'm, oddly enough, wearing a vibrant blue T-shirt like an Under-Armour and coal black sweatpants tied up around my knees that I was certain hid actual coal smudges. My feet were bare and I had a weird metal wristband with runes etched on my right arm. The mark on my left hand is still present again.
The road branches off in two ways, one leading to dry docks and the other passing by a small house that is slightly less dilapidated than the rest, with a painted sign creaking in the wind. It's one of the few houses with lights pouring out of the windows.
A young boy, probably about ten, walked out of an alleyway in the dry dock direction and walked towards me with that cheeky grin little kids have. You know that grin, right? He's dressed conservatively, with his sweatpants rolled down and a longer, thick dark shirt on. Grime coats his cheeks and a little hat is crooked on his tangle hair.
"The next ship came in. Figured your name was on it." He's got a definite English accent and he doesn't wait for my reply. I'm just left to wave a thank you as he walks down the other road and I'm taking a long stride to the docks. I don't run. You don't want to run in this place.
The sand is a more fiery red than the calm beige we're used to. It looks as if the entire beach is a raging fire, glinting in the sunset against a very pale grey-blue ocean. The docks are huge, branching off in forty paths after making it to the even level. A woman curled up in a chair with the heaviest cloak I've seen points me in the right-most direction towards a giant Galleon. A part of me thought this was suitable. The boards creaked under my weight, and I had to drag out a second board to board (I'm just trying to say board a lot here. So I don't get board. Get it?) the ship made out of boards. A little trap-door leads down to the hull where most of the cargo is stored, but I don't give it a second look. The grand door to the Captain's Quarters with ivory carefully laid into its carved channels catches my eye instead. I wanted a lockpick, and immediately reached into my pocket to retrieve a knife, several needles and other weird metallic instruments. I'm not quite sure how I held the knife and everything else in my left hand, but I did, and after a minute of fiddling, the door swung open.
A small chest sat in the middle of a table. Papers and overturned chairs littered the room, but I paid it no attention and applied my picks to the chest. It opened far easier. Long, turquoise stems stood stacks tall, bulging suspiciously. My picks fell back into my pocket as I slit the first plant open and a large, heavy bullet dropped into my hand. It reminded me of a shotgun shell, save it was a steel-brass mix that was obviously only one bullet. There were hundreds of these stems, but I only took as many as fit into my hand before I left in somewhat of a hurry back down the streets.
I was slipping into the almost cozy house down the second road as the young boy was slipping out. He gave me a tilt of his hat and was gone into the darkness of the night. Inside was far cozier than outside. Two counters stood on either side as you walked in, forming a hall-way that led to little wooden tables for four. An elderly lady and one in her teen years stood opposing each other, cleaning bottles and wiping the table as the elderly lady's counterpart dusted down the furniture. The torches made it more comfortable than a small, barren inn may have otherwise seemed, at least. I grabbed a small bag of my things near the entry-way and slung the satchel over my shoulders. They all gave me a short note of recognition before returning to their work, each too preoccupied with their work for talking to a leaving person.
The house just across the street had strong vines, and I found myself reverse rappelling up the side of it until I firmly on cracking shale. I could run across the roofs, having nothing to worry about at this height, and did so freely, jumping over tiny alleyways and climbing up and down houses. A small, cloth rope spiraled down from the tallest building into a tiny niche on a beachcliff. The houses cut off the other pathways, and the ocean crashed far below. The only way there was the rope I left.
I was like a monkey. A really awesome monkey. I just slid down the rope and threw my bag to the side to enjoy the view. It was pretty, even thought it was a subconscious thought. My hands found their restless way into my bag to pull out a letter that was quite clear and is quite clear in my memory, though I won't type it up. Let's just say, even my dream hurt.
And then I woke up!

Morning of February 7, 2014. Friday.



In my dream, I am brought in as a murder suspect of an unknown teenage female. I spend most of my time in my dream standing at a counter (walking a short distance from it now and then in the same large room) of a type very similar to the local library’s but inverted (the setting already being a clue that my dream will resolve to “choosing books”); that is, forming an inward angle of over one-hundred-ten degrees (not ninety; that is, not a square angle as the counter’s division relative to the two walls is not perpendicular), spanning across a corner of a large room, though the counter section on the left is of a shorter length. There are two main (unfamiliar) male investigators that go through various role-playing and questioning sessions with me, sometimes seemingly forgetting what they were saying or doing (or planning to do). It seems that nearly a day goes by, and I spend all my time standing or walking and am even clearly aware of the tiredness in my legs later on.

One of the reasons I was brought in as a suspect was because I was “chubby”. Their reasoning is that someone who is chubbier is “naturally” more likely to overtake a weaker or smaller person.

I am eventually vividly aware that they are wasting their time to too great of an extent for it to be a “real” investigation and at one point they also seem aware of this, but I seemingly am meant to have patience as if it is a game. I have no clear thoughts on who the actual criminal might be, although I do sense he is possibly a very chubby older single male. I tend to waver between complaining in a hostile manner to expressing a patient understanding of their methods.

I am asked to write my version of something the older detective says to see if my writing matches a note the killer supposedly wrote and left near the victim in writing style as well as what I write. He tells me that I do not have to write exactly what he says but how I would naturally write my version of what he says, which is quite strange because one of the choices is to write “jellyfish” or not write it - something about writing “this is why all jellyfish should die” or write a similar phrase and leaving out “jellyfish” (there is no clue what the killer actually wrote) which will give them the evidence of whether or not it was me. However, I do not finish this test as the detectives are distracted and thus they go off on a tangent to some other concerns not related to the killing. I am also considering if the crime took place before I was born, but that reasoning does not seem to matter to them even if true.

The younger detective talks about his mistakes and regrets of the past in similar work he had done before, although does not go into detail. I start to suspect that about twenty-five percent of people in jail never committed a crime. A few times I yell at them in frustration but am also laughing at a few points, even feeling a bit giddy as if I cannot believe how incompetent they are, including with their fill-in-the-blanks mentality and overwhelming proclivity to fabricate or be mistaken in environmental or personal cues. Sometimes they seem like buffoons, other times more focused on their work. Sometimes they seem to be testing my reaction on questions that make no sense. I do get very annoyed over time and wonder why I happen to be the only one in the situation. I suppose it is possible that other suspects are being questioned or tested in other rooms, but I sense that this is somehow not the case. If it is not proven to be me, perhaps the investigation will not even continue.

At one point, I see a large cardboard box someone brings in which has a thinner purple blanket and somewhat formal-looking yellow (with white lacy trim) clothes - a shorter dress and blouse, I think. The blanket is sparsely woven of yarn (but commercially produced I assume), in a way that about twenty-five percent of it is open stitching so that you can mostly see through it, somewhat like a much lighter thinner afghan blanket. I am not familiar with the materials at all. They look like they might have been in the ground for a time. I stand there patiently but am not questioned on the materials as they may just be testing my reaction.

Later, they seem to have at least seven or eight old comic books; the same ones owned from when I was about nine or ten years old. Supposedly, I had written my full name inside each book on the first panel of each comic (which I never did in real life), near the top and in neat cursive in blue ink. They are all Harvey comics and all of Spooky the Tuff Little Ghost - with a supposedly “fictional” one (though it was real) of Spooky playing pool and cheating. I guess people interested in collecting comic books and playing pool are also likely murder suspects.

From here, my dream mostly falls into somewhat abstract thinking relating to my puzzlement over the similarity of the different comic book covers as I begin to see additional Hot Stuff covers in addition to the Spooky ones.

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What is curious is that, thanks to research, I learned something I had not known. I thought I had all issues of Spooky when I was younger - but I had been missing one (likely due to the similarity of a cover of a comic book I already had). Coincidentally, the only one I was missing had a similar gag as the “Devil Kids” one I did have - that is, the main character going through a pool table - Spooky going through in a ghostly way and Hot Stuff burning his way through. Even more intriguing and somewhat amusing - I was seemingly taught in a subtle way by my dream - about a facet of “normal” (or consensus-based) human consciousness. There is apparently another “version” of the “same” Hot Stuff cover in real life that is missing the point entirely (although he is using his trident as a pool cue, which is supposed to be the gag in this case though also seems a missed variation on the other one where he uses a normal pool cue which would likely burn up) and he is at the pool table without any significant sight gag other than the trident as the “pool stick” (with no burning in to cheat). In my opinion, the ideal cover would have been burning through the table while using his trident as the “pool stick”.

I have seen this fairly often in my life; that is, people writing, drawing, or copying the aspects of something in this way and missing the main point (although I do understand that metaphors and word plays and even certain types of sight gags or particular intent of images do not translate into other languages or even for certain types of people; for example - there is a well-known old Australian poster that conveys something different than intended - see bottom image in this post).

My dream was partly influenced by a track I was working on about a year ago where an African chant seems to reflect a set of English phrases: “Johnny not wait, ooh ooh, why wait, he wanna play pool” and including the line “patience is a virtue”. Sometimes I am amazed at how meaningful and intricate dreams are and literally revelatory (not symbolic) once you examine them more closely. I also noticed that the in-dream blanket was the same purple as the background color in the Spooky cover and the title in yellow as with the in-dream clothes.

I meditated today again 15 min. It felt nice.

I will do the second session just before bed, same as I did last night.

I didn't recall a dream I did however noticed myself waking up and gaining consciousness. I could hear this muffled sound and I started to focus on it and it became clear what it was 'rain drops'. I tried to stay in that threshold of semi-consciousness but couldn't.