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"Garbage dive and clowns" This was probably one the weirdest dreams I have had in quite some time. To give you a visual I viewed this dream from a movie perspective meaning that there were multiple cuts to various scene. For the majority of the dream I was just an observor watching the events go down, influencing the endings with where every my unawoken mind went. Over the course of the night i woke up twice so emotionally involved in the dream I went right back to sleep hoping to revisit the dream I had awoken from. Luckily i was able to each time

First thing I remember is looking into a home with someone else. Some kid took out the garbage and then began thinking about garbage. Next thing I knew I was in millions of pounds of garbage but it was not the kind all bagged up. I was all squishey and was alive. Felt like I was in a tub full of worms! My companion asked me how much more time till we get to the bottom! I said it will be very soon. Meanwhile unfriendly clowns were holding hostage some of my friends. The clowns had set up an enitre under ground world in which there were doctor clowns, school teachers clown, school kid clowns, librarian clowns, every type of human job replaced with a clown face and human body. They detested the presence of my friends and had tortured some of my friends. Luckily most of the hostages were able to escape and they set up two barracades infront of a doorway entrance into an autitorium. The clowns held there distance as my friends had managed to aqquire guns.

Meanwhile back at the house I remember listening to a conversation between a young kid and an older adult. The adult was warning the kid not to play in the garbage but the good was friendly but defiant in his beliefs repeating "my uncle has always told me if you are in garbage keep digging".

In the midst of the garbage I recalled what this young prophet had said and i told my companion of this seemingly profound axiom. We began chanting it and very soon we recahed the bottom of the pile. The garbage was essentially a large vat contained by 4 walls that descended down for hundreds of miles. I did not know where the garbage actually began, only where it ended. I felt my feet dangeling out into the air as my body slid through the rest of the slimey garbage making a thick waterey that resembled that sound of a tounge clicking against a cheek. Finally my head exited through the muck and I dropped about 10 feet into a dull and dark halway. I remember landing with an umph on the hardwood floors.My companion was thankful to be out of the mess and I reminded him to be quiet as there were clowns all around us.

We managed to exit the eerie hallway and make our way into another large hallway swarming with clowns of all sorts. The first type i remember was opening a door in the hallway and seeing a tall and slim woman clown reading a book to a group of young clowns sitting criss crossed on the floor. She stared at me with a deceptive hate in her eyes. The actual seblance of the clown is hard to describe because their heads seemed hollographic, Meaning they switched between the face of a human and that of a clown.

'" come on lets go!" I yelled to my companion. We sprinted down the long hallway slapping and punching the clowns that we passed by. The hallway was full of twists and turns and at every corner we would run into a clown that seemed to be busy working doing things like carrying lots of paper work or drinking a cup of coffe.

Soon i began to sense we were near my friends as I had multiple flashbacks of them crying out to us from the barracades. we ran through the hall way shoving our way pst multiple clowns until we bursed through a door and found ourselves in a large room filled with hundred of angry clowns. I looked around and noticed one of the barracades. I made a run for it with my commrad right behind me and dove over the barracade into the safety of my friends. "Thank God your here" they said.

Then I woke up.


Feels like an epic dream that i should write a creative ending for.

epic proportions Interpretation in caps



It is the end of the world. and zombies have taken over the world. People are floodings through the street being litterally eaten alive. I think i am in some soft of hotel. I can hear people screaming and have heard letters of those who have survived, Aparently in order to escape you have to follow al the sighns written and the walls and avoid seeing any hands poping out of the walls. if you see any hands popening out you are dead.


i have seen hundred of people make there runs to safety, but the majority is eaten alive. they sucked through the walls and carried away from life. the time comes when it is time for me to make my run. The night before i am at church with Hayley. We have a blanket over eachother and are just sitting there talking. I thin about my family..not just my current one but my future one, what will become?

I wake up and am alone. (not in the real world but in the dream) lights are flickering and static everywhere. the building is falling appart. Across the halway i see a horde of zombies chasins a group of people into a dead end. They are not so luckey and there heads are chewed off. ISomthing touches my arm, it is a hand, I run. DOwn the halway to the right. I follow the sighns but it is hard to see them in the flickering lights and darkness. Fear takes over my body and i am no longer there, i am just running. i wonder for a moment how people made those sighns in the first place.

I enter a long hallway and all the lights are one. the sighins are all blank. i hear a pshhhhhhhhhh sound and out pops one hand from the all. i run, zombies run toward me, another hand pops from the wall, another, another, another, until there is nothing but hands on the wall reaching for me and zombies running at me. I stop running. Give in, fall into the wal..



Back to concioussness. I am at my school with mR. Sullivan. There is boxes of pizza and i start thinking about how people get food in the midst of a zombie apoccalyspe, let alone totos pizza. i go into the room and desks are scattered all over, i almost expect him to be teaching class. there are only 6 other surivors in the room. he asks me if i brought king richard II. I say no and he admonishes me. I laugh sarcastically and was like "yea that was not the 1st thing on my mind when was trying to escape from the zombies. then it dawns on me, i didnt escape, i was killed.. then why am i alive still. i raise my hand and ask mr. sullivan. he says all the questions be answered eventually

I leave the school and start thinking about hayley. how will i contact her? is she alive? i have no phone, dont know where I am, don't know how im still alive and am extremly distraight. Luckily i run into some family. My mom is over joyed to see me and so is my dad, though mell is not as excited. than i notice that we are all wearing blank purple shirts. before i can ask why, i turn to my suprise and see hayleys brother jake. it is not the current version but perhaps a younger and more innocent Jake. We begin talking, what about i have no idea, but i remember wanting to talk to him more, and not being able to reach[ that deeper level of conversation. Eventually my family with jake who is know apparently my brother are caught in thee midst of this huge parking lot. thousands of people are there in all different colored shirts.

Than i see hayley walking along in a blue shirt with her family. I scream her name out loud "Hayley HAYLEY HAYLEY: but she does not answer. I look at the ground and see acorns. I begin pelting her with acorns. She touches her hand to her head in pain but still looks very confused. I feel bad for throwing them at the same time find it kind of funny. she is walking with her friend and i keep throwing them and eventually she sees where the coming from and walks towards me. She says hello as if she is talking to a mirror. jake turns to me "she cant hear you, you have to have on a blue shirt. he takes off his shirt, and becomes a hollogram. He starts talking to the girls and mentions me to hayley. She jumps in excitment. And then he tells hayles friend to take offf her shirt, he taps me to do the same, then he instructs me to trade with her. I put on the blue shirt, and she puts on the purple shirt. her and jake go skipping off into the crowd and hayley can now see me.


she jumps into my arms. We both cry and she says she though she had lost me. As we walk away, i realize nothing matters anymore. sure the world is destroyed and the zombies nad have killed most of the population, but now im with her. I laugh and send her funny face bok images through my mind but she gets mad and replies "is this really the appropriate time for that" i send her another picture in return. she laughs. I feel warm again. the fear has melted away.

we both return to my house and no one is ther. it is our house now. i am happy again, i ask her if she wants to spend her life together she says yess. we snuggle and fall asleep
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i wake up again (still dreaming) and am in the bed hayley still asleep and into my living room and carlo and all his nephews are there. his 5 nephers are my age and we chat and then hayley comes into the room, they all stop talking to me and start talking to her. "can we have ur picture" they ask, she smiles for the camera."one more this time turn around" she puts her hands on my kitchen pantry and sticks her ass in the air, they take a picture . i grab the camera from them and see hte pic of her ass, i break the phone in half and tell theme to get the fuck out. i am extremly jealous. \\

I walk across the street minutes later and see carlos decorating his house. with a knife in hand i ask "where are your nephews" he says upstaairs and asks why. i tell him i plan to kill each one of them, cut their throats. to my suprise he laughs. "ooo are eu jealous. matt, they live the same life every day. while you have found your love and each day is filed with excitment and somthing new, these guys sit u stairs and smoke weed. thats alls they do everyday, cut there blunts open with a knife like yours and just sit up stairs andget high. they text guys not girls, girls dont want them" i turn around and am humbled. i see susie decorating and sit next to her and chat . the Tv is advertising hotels like the marriot royal for 9.99 Yes if you are alive come stay here. I laugh


I sort of lose conciousnes and wake up on a really tall tower outside overlooking the city. hayley comes out into the night and looks sad. she hands me a piece of paper and says here is your vest back. i am confused. and ask whats wrong :"i have to tell you something she say sullenly" but before she can explain, and indian kid comes outside and she brightens up and starts taling to him about a higher power moment. I wonder about what she wants to tell me,,,,,,i look out towards teh city, this must be a dream, i think. i wake up, half not wanting to take up because i want to know wha hayley said

Another fragmented dream.

Basicly I had a dream where me and my brother went to a camping site that had a toilet block and stuff.
I farted and shit myself spending like 20 mins cleaning myself up in the toilet blocks.. minging.

Also, there were zombies at one point, not sure if it was the same dream or not, but I was in the toilet block again, in the dark braining zombies.

Modular Robots:
Marcus (a persistent dream character) was back once more, telling me about a new line of combat robots that he had been working on. He had completed eleven versions, and they all had this large black tank-like appearance to them. Each version only had one full scale prototype.
He showed me file footage of each of the robots in sequence. The earlier models, were slow, clunky, and had the appearance that they were just sort of conglomerations of parts. The early versions had exposed mechanisms, loose wires and tubes hanging from them, and some even completely malfunctioned and just caught fire.
As the versions progressed, the robots became more streamlined and refined. I can recall one version closely resembling the robot from the Incredibles.
He was showing to me the 11th prototype, that was still in development. This one looked like a large four legged spider, though the lower legs were in fact tank treads. The legs could fold down and the robot would become like a tank.
He continued by telling me that in future versions the robot would be modular and therefore able to take the shape of whatever they desired.

The king of the world!
I am at some coastal location with a large number of small rocky hills. There are some wooden boardwalks and large waves crashing up against the rocks. I am approached by several secret-service looking guys.
They men take me into their car and explain that I have one an honorary title "King of the World". This is a title only awarded to one child on the planet at a time (funny that I am considered a child, I'm going to be eighteen in a week.) And this lucky child gets all the money and toys and whatever the heck they want.
The previous KOTW was a much younger boy, they show me a picture. He looks to be 8-10 year old and has an actual king outfit on with a crown and scepter and all that. The men tell me that the kid ate only ice cream after he became KOTW and actually died from malnutrition.

I decided to use my KOTW powers to throw a party at the coastal boardwalk location. So the secret service guys called a stage company. We got some electronic music artist to preform. (No idea who, might have been a dream fictional one.) as well as a bunch of laser lights and a fog machine. We ordered pizza and all these random guests showed up. It got dark and the party started.
The party is amazing, and we are sitting watching [whoever these artist(s) are that are preforming.] Everyone is gorging themselves on pizza, but I am sitting there limiting myself to one slice, recalling how the previous KOTW died because of bad eating habits. I try to focus more on the social aspect of the party and talk to some of the guests, but it's difficult to talk to them over the sound of the music.
As the dream started to end I 'remembered' that I had I wasn't really the king of the world, and I was actually filming some kind of comedy movie for somebody.

I woke up feeling rather strange with a short but catchy tune in my head for half the morning. I wanted to do some experiments with dream music, so the thought may have had something to do with that.

A setting based off the Victorian era or thereabouts. A man who belongs to some organization or secret society made a deal with another member, who is now dead. Now the man's been debating whether he'll bother keeping his end of the deal, since the other party's dead and thus isn't in a position to know or object. Right now he's in the dead man's home, in a type of storage area, going over some of his belongings that relate to that organization they're both in - that was part of the deal, disposing of some of these things according to the dead man's wishes. One of those belongings is something I think of as a 'cookie', though it's dry and tasteless, makes me think of hardtack. He decides to eat it after all, keeping up his end of the deal. Eating it causes him to become immortal.

That same man at a later date, confronting his wife in her home, a basement room with brick walls but with several potted ferns and a table set up holding a large, beautiful book - her journal. She believed him dead, there was a funeral. He's standing over her journal, and he's asking why she hasn't been writing. He says, "You're not a (his family name - Bowman or Barrow or something like that), you don't (something along the lines of being driven by a consuming passion)." He feels that the changes and upsets in her life - such as his own 'death' - shouldn't have shaken her disciplined, well-ordered approach to her tasks. She's also immortal, in a different way than he is, but linked to him in some way. The nature of their immortality means they can't possibly live together again, even if they'd wanted to.

That same man again is being pinned to a wall, held off the floor, by his daughter. They'd been talking relatively calmly earlier, but he realizes she's become a vampire, and her eyes glow blue and then gold, and now she's got him pinned to the wall. As a disembodied observer, I'm thinking that she has the same face as a pirate woman who'd died in this man's arms long before his daughter was born; the pirate had been Chinese and the daughter's a white Englishwoman, but I think of them as having the same face and being in some sense the same person, and I have a vague impression of a third woman, a servant in England, who also has the same face. The daughter says to him, "You know what to do. Then come get me!" He stakes her, and she crumbles into dust. He's still stuck hanging on the wall.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm standing between a coyote and a bird. The scene after this discusses the coyote as wandering and gathering a pack of odd strays - other species, including housecats.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a woman, a leader of witches, who's given me some instructions to carry out, something I'm meant to do with her grave after she's been buried. Now I'm digging down through the loose dirt in her grave, sinking into it. I'm afraid of it closing over my head and suffocating me. I get out of the grave and fetch my staff, and use that to probe through the dirt, waiting for it to hit something.

After a few other scenes, mostly involving the witches but gradually transitioning into scenes with IRL characters, I'm walking through a bookshop and I spot a book with a title that mentions one of my lucid goals, the one I'd intended as my task for the day. I immediately become lucid, but realize I'm already waking up.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a group of people getting together at a restaurant, taking up the second floor, a sort of balcony area looking over the main room. The owner of the restaurant's friends with the leader of this group, and he's saying as he escorts them in, "You're the one who wanted to do this here. If you wanted privacy, you should've-" The tone's good-natured. There's a table set out for three: the boss, his wife who hasn't yet arrived, and a prostitute. The restaurant owner's wife comes over to talk to them, and she knows the prostitute, they exchange some friendly words. The prostitute's asking what this is about; the leader's got some plan in mind involving her, but they're waiting for his wife to arrive before he'll talk about it. The rest of his people are arranged at the surrounding tables, waiting and watching the main table quietly.

There's a woman who rose from the dead. Her girlfriend's explaining to her that this has all happened before, repeatedly: they meet, after a few days this woman dies, and then a little while later she'll turn up again and 'meet' the girlfriend again, with no memory of this having happened before.

Well I don't feel I should add the near WILD and DILD to my count Screw it. A lucid is a lucid. Even if I'm not happy with my LDs, I had an CRAZY wonderful morning of dreaming.

Prebed: moderate amount of beer
WBTB: Galantamine 8mg, Choline 400mg, Alpha GPC - 200mg

4:37AM - My Assassination

I am a woman in a red dress and I feel as if I am beautiful and sexy. I need to leave my house but there are people trying to kill me. I have a team of body guards around my house with guns. It's time to leave but we know there is a sniper someplace in the hills. My house is open with lots of glass but there is an exterior wall that I'm going to use as cover. When I go out I catch a glimpse of the sniper. He sees me and I duck behind the wall. A bullet chips off some of the top brick. I run for it from the end of the wall to a tree and bushes. I hear gun fire and dive for cover. Somehow I take a bullet to my lower back on the left side. The pain is horrible! (This is the worst dream pain I have ever felt. Or at least I perceived it that way.) I lie face down in agony and rage. I repeatedly shout, "KILL THE SON OF A BITCH!" As I lie there with my eyes closed, I think, This is how I die. And I accept that. There are some more random thoughts and images as I wake up.

5:52AM - WILD - Vibes

I wake from a dream I do not recall. A failed WILD attempt. I go back into WILD mode and get vibrations. I spend a lot of time floating and turning with strong vibrations but I can't seem to do much with it. I become bored and annoyed so I try something different. I wait in the void and relax my mind focusing on meditative awareness. Soon the vibes stop and I wake up. I try to WILD again but fail.

The Metallic Werewolf War

A non lucid dream forms. My wife and put my son in something like his high chair. I look up and we are in some class room. There is a young woman arguing with some monstrous, metallic, transformer looking, werewolf about the war between there kind. The woman keeps pointing out the atrocities committed against her people and the werewolf keeps countering with, "But it was WAR."

I think about the war and the dream changes. I am in some post apocalyptic area. The buildings are rubble and the sky is black with smoke. I see the woman, who I now realize looks like Maggie from Walking Dead. Glenn is next to her, but his left hand is a cannon made from nano-tech. He is shooting fiery energy at the enemy. I look at who he is shooting at and see that we are on top of what looks like a cobblestone version of a huge dam or fortress wall. There is a horde of the shiny black metallic werewolf creatures battling their way towards us. I wake up.

6:51AM - #277 - DILD - The Wine Bottle

I am getting gas. Someone pulls up in a flatbed pickup with various sticks and stones for sale. My wife wants to buy some for crafts but I tell her no. I tell her just go outside and look for your own for free.

I turn and now I am in a Wal-Mart. I see a bottle of wine on the shelf. The lettering is crystal clear but makes no sense. "ISOP?" Somehow this triggers lucidity. I am glad for it and I turn away trying to remember a goal. The dream that was so vivid and clear is now getting dark and blurry. I fight against it and begin rubbing my hands. I look down an isle but its just a blur of color now. I focus on my hands but its not use. I fall on my face into the void. I try to stay calm and focus on awareness. I tell myself that no matter what happens I will stay aware. I am falling and turning slighty. I wait.

Then I am fooled by a false awakening. I try recalling the dream in the dream (or was I wake?) but fall back to sleep.

Vampire Sisters

Now I am refinishing the hardwood floors of my house. I am nearly done and some vampire woman walk in on my wet floors. I am annoyed but they are fighting. Another vampire woman comes in and tells them to stop. She says something like, "We are not fighting each other, but our greatest enemy." Then she looks alarmed pointing at one of the vampires sisters. "What clearance did you give her?!"

I have a vision of a slice of supreme pizza on the floor. It some how represented the vampire sister in question. There are alien looking arthropod beings long tongues or labrum like a mosquito. They put their labrum into the pizza. I get the feeling like they are some how infecting her mind or possessing her. I wake up.

8:25AM Tidal Wave

I am at a rocky beach with my wife wading into the ocean. I keep reaching into the rocks and pulling out oysters. I easily pry them open and eat them raw. The third one is ridiculously huge and the texture is like the cheese on a pizza. The taste is like canned oysters. I try to get my wife to eat one but she is grossed out and scared of what might be in the water. (She would) I think about that and say I am only scared of sharks. My wife screams and I look. There is a huge tidal wave coming in at a slow motion. The effect makes it see even bigger. We run a fast as we can as the water comes rushing in behind us. Water is at our feet as we get into a random car. I am trying to start it as the water takes us and the car away. I wake up.

Fragments

Horrible acne

I am tilling the garden

While meditating just about 30 minutes ago. Maybe 2:15 pm on 2-9-14.
Swirling orange colors resembling the suns bursts of heat and swirling slowly to the counter clockwise position. After about 1 minute I had a clear glimpse of an old white house. Simple rectangular construction with a fairly high A shaped roof. In front of the house to the right of the front door ( looking at the house) was a small tree. It looked similar to an aspan. And had very golden yellow foliage.

Next clear image was a woman by the ocean. She was facing west/ Northwest and she had somekind of headdress on. She may have been a sculpture, but the headdress was tall and pushed back similar to an American Indian stereotypical headdress but not the same. She was quite majestic and proud.
The third was me sitting next to someone on the bluffs near a shoreline. I could feel water spray from the heavy surf that were watching. It seemed that it was either near sunrise or sunset by the vibrant hot pink, orange and violet skies and those colors were reflected in the waves. I don't know who that other person was as I never looked directly at him or her, I just knew someone was there next to me.

http://www.witchschool.com/profiles/...f-clairvoyance.

Date: 06 Feb

Wbtb: 1/3 latte

I have a number of short lds that I chain through the void. Summary

LD: In my old room, stabilize by touching furniture. Notice that lamps are on. Find a newspaper I try to read with difficulty for a while. The lamps go off, I become blind and then the dream blacks to the void. I stay there for a bit, waiting for the next dream.

LD: In a car, get out of the car, notice my reflection in the windows. Hair is the same, but it gets in my face, I make a ponytail. I want to change the scene, try splitting the space, I feel another place, but nothing visually changes. I get bored, allow myself to fall back. This yields a number of sensations as well as weightlessness. The dream fades to the void. I wait for the next scene.

LD: I find myself in a nice hotel lobby, bright flowers decorate the place. Some guest DCs, a monk at the distance catches my attention, I go to check it out. The monk is gone but a few DCs are paying their respect to a metal statue. I have some mischievous thoughts, but bow down instead. There are two more statues (not in service), metal turtles. The dream fades to black, I stay still for DEILD but it takes a while.

Review in head, feeling tired, I fall asleep.

DILD+: on and off lucidity, FA, in- dream wild and sexy time

DILD: I find myself in this familiar place and start looking at the plants near the windows, try some tk on them, but it doesn't work. I think maybe there's a reason for this. Then I turn to examine the room, everything looks kind of blurry and unstable. My attention is caught by those lamps - three lamps, I try to identify if they come from a memory or just random ones, it's like my vision almost splits in two and there is a fourth lamp, but I try to focus more and they're back to three. I mentally make a note of the bad quality, then go down the stairs. I immediately regret doing so, because I run into the B6 DC and she charges at me. At this moment, I become quite concerned that this might truly be some sort of evil entity just using her form to terrorize me. It's just too active, so lively in the eyes and so aggressive. I have no choice but to face her. I think I say a few words, but her mood remains the same. Then I decide this is a good opportunity to do my breathing and concentrate on that. I do this for a while. In the meantime, she seems to have changed her mind about attacking me and is weeping.

Memory gap, possibly another blackout.

DILD: On the street now and I see this empty space in the horizon and recall I wanted to use something like this to draw a mountain. A bit uncerain if the dream will last long enough, with all the blackouts and instability before. I decide to go ahead with the summoning, yet before I do any motions with my hands I notice that the space isn't quite empty. It looks like in the very distance, as if seeing through the fog is something that looks like a large mountain. As I keep staring at it, it becomes much clearer and closer, till I find myself looking at a solid spot of the mountain covered with grass. The surroundings have changed without me noticing and I am at the foot of this huge mountain. I cover the majority of it with snow until I feel it's enough for the task. Then I examine the slope, which is initially way too steep to enable any upward movements. This worries me but I move to a part of it and feeling very excited summon a pair of ski and ski poles.

I totally can't believe the summon worked as I have nothing to do with this sport. Anyways, I start gliding up the slope, which by then is less steeper. Contrary to my expectations from real life, this is not as hard and actually pretty pleasurable. I glide upwards the slope which goes up and down and it feels as if I am on a roller coaster. Then I reach the top of the mountain and feel adventurous, contemplate on jumping from the top or skiing down. Yet before I can decide what to do, the momentum carries me forward and I continue moving in the air. I notice that I feel no switch in sensations from gliding on the mountain surface to this weird air movement. My mood is great, I gaze to what's ahead and not below me. It is a beautiful view of green plains, with a weird building with one-two statues in the distance and a very large gray palace next to it.

At this time it clicks this could so well be the palace I wanted to summon (while reviewing tasks during wbtb). I'm still skeptic that will be able to make it and complete the entire task but give it a go. Don't remember flying for a long distance, it's like the palace became closer as I started to focus on the steps of the task. I go in what looks like museum palace lobby, there's some thematic furniture, long red carpet or velvet curtains, don't pay too much attention to them. I immediately think dad. That's actually quite easy and there he stands in one of the side corridors. I say a few words to him, to mentally confirm this is going the way it has to be. Then start looking for the beast but there is no one in sight.

The room I'm in is pretty small and there are stairs going down and I go to the lower floor, looking for the beast. I run into an old Chinese man that I try to make look scary but no matter how much effort I put into this, he stays the same. I obviously start making scary faces and roar in an attempt to distort his features into evil ones, but he looks scared as hell and is shivering. I can't believe my DC is afraid of me and where is that beast? A couple of DCs that I don't pay much attention to appear and there it is - a disgusting beast. It looks like one H. Bosch's animals - a mixture of different animals, like a large pink pig and echidna, strange fur and the nose of a mole. It also is spitting something poisonous from its month and hissing. I so much regret not being able to summon my much now friendly looking lion man at this point.

Disgusted, I approach the wild creature, tell him I love him (it) and kiss it near what looks like its mouth. I remain with my eyes closed and wait a bit, but can still feel this thing aggressively making breathing noises and moving around. I know the curse has to be broken but nothing happens, and I can't take the little bugger any more. It's somewhat smaller now - the size of a cat maybe and I throw it away where it gets under some furniture. That thing keeps making the sounds, but looks wounded and in the next moment I see that it gives existence to a DC that comes out from under the furniture. To my amusement, it is a female classmate. Good enough I suppose. The dream soon fades.

I was sick and couldn't sleep. I was sleepy from laying in bed for those eight hours. So sleepy that I didn't feel like avoiding sp and decided why not, vizualization time. Walking down a hallway like a fps and the enemies are approaching from behind shoot one shoot two, psychic powers tell me a third one is coming. This gives me a strange feeling of shock and I am vibrating and am fully here. I drift back into bed where I change my leg position to not drift back in. Of course I drift back in all thirty times on one try I'm like "I can salvage this deild" but then everything immidiately freezes and Im back in bed. Repeat ten more times and I'm finally getting my lazy self out of bed.

The earliest part I can remember, I was in another dimension that was filled with elementals (they looked human, but they had specific powers). There was also a hierarchy among these elementals and their leader was kind of a dick. I eventually got out of the dimension, and I took power with me.

Back in the normal dimension, there were no powerful people like me so I didn't abuse my powers too much. There was one big bully that kept trying to rape me, and he knew I had powers. I knew that he had to be killed but I didn't want to do it. There were a bunch of people staying over at my house and there were 4 women that were staying in the same, small room. At this point I was lucid somehow and I felt mischievous. I turned invisible, sneaked into their room, and hid in a place that none of them would walk nearby and accidentally touch me. Skip forward 5 minutes later and we were all having a giant orgy. I was on top of one girl, she was eating another girl out, one girl was on my back, and the last girl was just watching while touching herself.

We were interrupted by someone that said they all had to leave immediately to go pick someone up. Sad. I went outside and it was night, there were a couple people walking their dogs. I thought about what I should do now, then woke up.

Back in the same dream again, was lucid immediately. The storyline from before was back on, but this time everybody had powers. I got into a car with a guy and a girl that were my dream buddies and we left to confront the bully. We arrived instantly, but in the dream it felt like a long drive. Inside the bully's house was my dream sister, never met her before. My friends went off to explore the rest of the house while I dealt with the bully. I told my dream sister to leave and he insinuated that she had been sucking his cock with the traditional sucking of the cock hand gesture. I was about to have an epic super power battle with him when one of my buddies cried out, "David!!! Help!!!!!!". I ran upstairs towards the sound and found my friend stuck against a wall, near the ceiling. The bully's father was sitting on a very high chair (about 15 feet up). The bully's father was holding my friend against the wall with telekinesis and was drowning him internally. I made the chair disintegrate into dust particles as I calmly walked over to him. I turned my flesh into stone, created a giant anti-magic force-field around myself, and turned up my strength 10 fold. He tried to throw fireballs and lightning at me. He tried to make me fly against the wall with my friend but none of it would work because of my force-field. I got in his face, grabbed him by the throat and threw him on the ground, hard. Then I snapped his neck with one, simple movement of my hands. My friend fell to the ground and laid there, unconscious. I breathed life into him and could feel his lungs expand and collapse as though they were mine. He coughed up this brownish-yellow bile but still wasn't moving. I listened closely and could hear him breathing. Dream ended, woke up.

Date: 30 Jan

Pre bed: 400val, 45 mg B6

Wbtb: 1/3 latte

Overall impressions: vividness high, recall below average, pre wbtb recall close to zero

DILD: I am walking down the corridors of my school (DS) and we are supposed to have another class in a different classroom, so I don't know in which one we are right now (DS). I go to the where the teachers' room is and enter. It turns to a classroom from another part of the school and I examine the faces of the kids sitting there to determine if I'm in the right place. I see this small boy who has the features of my classmate as if he is 1st or 2nd grade and that jolts me into lucidity. The room is full of kids and I closely look at their faces trying to identify and expecting to see all of my classmates here (as in trying to recreate the past accurately). Most importantly, I am trying to recall and see exactly where is everyone sitting. There's a guy that looks like _ and _tells me that he sits alone, which I doubt, knowing he sits next to another guy. I start calling out names of particular classmates while trying to determine if the seating is correct.

For a second I think I see a doppelgänger of a classmate. I look at the first desk where at least according to a vague memory _ may be sitting or a dream memory, I have dreamt of that room so many times that my dream memories are also partially accessible and get mixed with real ones. There's another girl that doesn't belong here so I move her to the side leaving only _ here and contemplating. The teacher is about to begin the class, but with me acting so commandingly she seems to pause. I make an announcement that the class won't start until I identify and arrange all the classmates and continue looking around. As I stare at this classmate, I finally remember that I wanted to try to read a book and tell her to give me something to read. She hands me/I notice a paper notebook on the desk. I'm slightly uncertain if this will work, as I may run into some school materials. Anyways, I start browsing the notebook paper pile and get my hands on some sort of book. I try to read the title, which is a mix of words that don't make sense and I make an effort to understand what the book is about - something about hands, there is an illustration at the front cover and it looks like some sort of karate manual. I find this pretty cool and look forward to learning karate from this book.

If I'm not mistaken, I take another look at the front cover title and try to reason it out but it changes again as I try to assign some meaning to it. Then I begin browsing the pages and read one of them. The text stabilizes and I read the first sentence with great effort, but I get the meaning without actually reflecting too much on the words. It's a Mongolian story about one of their leaders. I browse more and every couple of pages there are beautiful manually drawn pictures, that look like little paintings that show what's happening in the story. He was supposed to participate in a horse racing in the village. I see a picture of the place after the race, empty now. I look at couple more pics but it's hard to memorize them all, then do back to the front page and title that I am still trying to figure out. Now on the cover is a very peculiar drawing of a house attached to a sleigh or whatever that thing is. The part of the title talking about hands now refers to bamboo and the act of practicing with care. I keep wondering about the title while the dream fades away.

Journal Entry non-lucid #29 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: Technique that I was practicing was MILD.
Dream fragment 1, 8:46pm-1:14am."": I was with this old man. He was tutoring me about something. They told me I have to leave. I went with the old man. We were going towards a military truck. The old man left with another car. I had a war machine gun on my car. I plowed through the gates to get in. I saw my friend HR inside of a car. He convinced me that he was friendly. Him and his friends tried to get the old man inside their car. I put a gernade in the car to kill him, my friend. I got the old man. My friend was mad. He said why you triying to kill me. I told him he tried to trick me. Then he turned into my father and he said you were going to burn your own father.

Dream fragment 2, 8:46pm-1:14am I was venom from spider man, it looked pretty cartoony. Their was alot of venoms in the street. We had to try and kill the hulk.


I got up to do a WBTB. Had a hard time going back to sleep.

well, I had a very intense night, frustrated to get lucid and so kept on it.

I went into a WILD and went out of my house, everything was dark and faded so I shouted at my dream to focus, and I was suddenly fully emerged into daytime dream next to the field. I started to fly to the tree, my dream then started to fade out (like it has done in the past when Illeana was not there) - this was really pissing me off , I screamed angrily at my dream again and bought it back from the brink of waking, I tried to focus on the tree (or where I thought it was) in the background to bring myself to it faster, though this did not seem to work much. My dream then started to dissipate again, I screamed and shouted for the dream to not go, it was coming more difficult - blackness then back to the dream.
I started shouting for Illeana as I am finding it difficult to locate the tree, I hear her reply somewhere in the distance. Suddenly I am Flynn Ryder from the animated film 'tangled' the trees around me are cartoony, I think I am in that video game that Illeana likes to play (disney infinity)

Finally I find Illeana, I ask her if she has managed to call anybody yet - she seems dazed, she tells me no, then perhaps yes but some names she could not remember , I get pulled awake - I cannot escape this time

I have a long complicated dream next of being at uni, having my shoes stolen by Indiana Jones - chasing after him and sliding on our hats down a road paved with golden treasure. Looking through past artwork I made at school, of a portrait of an alien I met who looked like a fish - then forgetting to get the bus home because I still could not locate my shoes

time missing... a snippet of a dream ... a continuation of the dream before? ... then I am around the tree (semi lucid? - definitely not fully lucid) - with at least 5 people, one is a male - are we in a circle? We are talking to one another, verifying that we are here - I cannot remember the conversations - but we are swapping and changing to who we are talking to verify information. We have different colors about us - this helps us define our energy, but also perhaps somehow defines our individual strengths (powers?) this seems like a clearer continuation of the dream I had from the previous week - aside form this is less symbolic - I am here with other dreamers

Illeana does not recall her dream from last night :/

I dream of this before 1 month I think
Anyway I don't know the day because I lost my dream journal
And before I fall asleep I was very angry and sad
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In the dream I was with G-Dragon and we we're watch the cherry blossom together and he give me back hug and he was wearing cap , and the was very vivid and I was happy
And I woke up and I was very happy and the sadness fade away ....
But the weird thing that happen after 3 hours or something like this
He post a selca and he was wearing the same cap that he was wearing in my dream
And this not the first time , every dream I had would happen in the future so that's not something new for me