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today i dreamt i was on my kitchen in my house, i was taking a peek on kitchen's window
i saw it was a sunny day and i saw a drag race track behind the children park. i looked at it
as it was something normal then i thought to myself: "Was this here before?" i started to wonder
and kept looking, i saw a blue long hatched back car, going full throttle, till the other side
of the track, on the other side of the track there was a old buggy, and a man standing on the seat.
by this time i was already near the drag racing track, while he was giving full throttle to his buggy
he was shooting his shotgun to the sky, so we could think that was doing exhaust explosions.


Dream elements:

-kitchen
-cars
-drag track



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

hours slept: 7 hours

I'm trying to catch a bus, but the station I've found turns out to be the wrong place - it's a place for repairs only. I sit around the station anyway. There's a guy who I initially thought worked there, turns out to be just another person waiting like me, who tells a story about a dead body that was left unburied. There's a girl listening to the story who slips and falls, hurts herself, and I pick her up and carry her somewhere. She works for my family, who owns most of this town, and she's worried that slipping like that might get her fired - her job involves athletic skill. She's not wrong.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

After an IRL-based scene and a memory gap, I'm lying in a bed, watching a dream image form; I have an impression of gold and light and a woman's face, but it's blurred and I'm thinking that I can influence it too easily, I decide I'm not asleep enough for this, it's more imagination than dream. I decide to just let myself wake up instead, and let the image disappear, so there's no visuals. I open my eyes. I'm in a dorm, I'm a high school kid at either a boarding school or a very fancy camp or something, rooming with two other guys, and we go out to the lake and have some competition that winds up accidentally involving other people and getting us in trouble. I fall on top of the rotting body of a snake in the water, and a bit of it gets stuck under one of my fingernails. The teacher or counselor or whoever it is that tells us off for causing trouble mostly just seems amused by us; he refers to us as Vision house, and says it's all valuable experience.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm traveling with two other people, looking for something or someone, and right now I'm making a deal with an old woman I associate with trolls, to allow us to pass. She's sitting on a rock in some canyon, dry earth without any plants, and there's a cloud of dust over some footprints that appear and disappear as if there were invisible people moving around just in front of her. I associate those footprints with whoever/whatever we're looking for, it's why I'm talking to the troll-woman. She agrees to a deal: three for three. She'll allow the three of us to pass if we can win three fights against her people.

The scene changes: we're at an indoor pool, facing the first of her people. Although the two guys I was traveling with are still here, they're standing aside; I have the impression they'll stop the guy we have to beat if he moves towards them, but otherwise, I'm the one handling this. I'm in the water, and I become aware that I have a long fin on my back like a lancetfish, that there's something off, fish-like, about my hands and skin and eyes as well. The guy and I both follow the same pattern of engaging only to immediately back off, until eventually I get him into the water and hold him under. Once this is done, I look at him and think that he looked malnourished. I recognize him as someone who'd been on death row 'before we all came here.'

Was attempting my first CANWILD but fell asleep (I really need to work on my attention span). Realised I was dreaming yet can't remember how I realised, I stabilised my dream by grabbing my shirt and feeling the texture and then I grabbed the grass and pulled it out of the ground firmly grasping it. Then I didn't try anything me because either I forgot I was dreaming or I just wanted to play the dream out. I ended up following the two DC that "fell" asleep with me to a camp which wasn't far off in the distance. Among arriving at the camp, the camp's leader and my DC "friends" discussed what was "happening" and the leader decided to let is into the group (keep in mind we're in a post apocalyptic zombie world). The camp we joined wasn't too far off from another camp they were "illegally" following for extra protection, as the other camp knew what they had to do to defend off zombies. One night we were sitting round the camp fire doing to usual thing when the camp leader from the other camp finally spotted us, he came over and exclaimed we must leave because he had this area first. I was checking my surroundings and noticed zombies coming up behind a lady from the camp. I got up walk at a fast pace towards the zombie and pushed it as I had no weapon then the women got up and stabbed the zombie right in the head with her knife. Then another dozen or so zombie were surrounding the camp, knowing me I'd make the situation even more difficult by not allowing myself to have a weapon other then a log that was laying near the camp fire ready to be burn't. I swing at the zombies head and miss, he then zombie humiliated me and starts laughing. Another three or four swings later I finally smacked his head in. Then I went up to the next zombie when all the DC were fighting off the other zombies I smack this zombie first time in the head I say to myself "yeah I got the little shit". Not knowing it's still alive it started to laugh again and taunt me (no like a dancing clown, but just say things) I've realised I've smack the brain out of it's head but haven't actually damaged the brain. I'm searching the brain for the brain and finally find it, with one good smack of my wooden log I've surly shown that brain what damaged is. Then the next zombie was a little five year old child, I'm telling you that smile it gave me was creepy as hell. So I go up to the zombie-kid smack it right in the head and it's brain flies out and sticks to this other DC skirt which is fighting off zombies as well. I finally observe this "brain" which actually now looks like a square gooey sponge. Now the child is laughing at me so I said to myself "I'm sick of this" and I just smack the sponge and the girl right in the ass with the log. Then this little zombie baby, my god it didn't even have teeth starts humming at my arm and smiling at the same time I feel my arm where he gummed me starting to warm up(I think I got too much into the dream and lost all awareness or I've just given up in remembering it was a dream and wanted to see how it played out, in the begging I was fully aware making sure I was stability the dream also making sure that the other "friend" DC were doing the same so I didn't loose them.)

(I know I haven't done any DJ entries like ever, which is why I plan to change that. )

non-lucid lucid awake/other stuff
backstory: Austin is an 8-year-old DC from a vivid non-lucid I had a couple of years ago, involving a plot of him being traumatized from visiting a wicked haunted house and me trying to help him. I eventually died at the end of the dream (because of said haunted house) and it was partially my fault, so I came up with the goal last week of seeing him in a lucid dream and apologizing, then trying to help him again (you can say I'm really attached to my DCs).

The dream starts off a little strange (you know, like most dreams do). I'm in public school--currently in virtual school IWL and being in public school is a common dreamsign for me that I've managed to miss--with old classmates in the gym. We were in what were like lab desks with 2 people at each desk, and our fairly b**chy reading teacher was in the gym with us for some reason, showing us some sort of sitcom that "I'd seen before" (false memory). Yup, in a school I'm not even in anymore, sitting at desks in gym class, our reading teacher supervising us, watching a sitcom.
It didn't make much sense.
Like most people I wasn't really paying attention to the show, just talking to others. We were never given questions on the show, so why bother watching? Eventually there's this random skip where I'm in a giant Wal-Mart with Mom, and of course I was obsessing over the candies and ice cream that were there. I don't remember much of this part, only that it was big and huge and grand and wonderful, much unlike a typical Wal-Mart. Anyway, eventually there's another weird skip (maybe the start of a new dream) where it's much later in the day; to be precise, bedtime. I have a schedule in the house for going to bed; I say good night to my friends online, I shut down my computer, Dad gives me my anxiety medication, I say good night to my parents, and then I go to bed.
All goes well until I try to shut down the computer. I'd been playing a rhythm game called "osu!" (been quite addicted to it lately) and even after I had shut down the computer, a demo or replay of the game would keep playing itself against the black monitor. The computer was off, so how could that have happened? This seriously concerns me, so I go into the kitchen to find my tech whiz dad preparing my medicine and explain what's going on.
I expected some sort of logical answer or fix from him or at the very least for him to go check out what's going on, but all I get is, "That's strange."
Annoyed, I stood there trying to think of what could've happened. Why was a computer still running if it had no power? Then suddenly everything clicked together, and I realized I was dreaming. Dad looked at me the moment I realized--didn't say anything, didn't do anything, just looked at me--as I did a quick RC to make sure I was really dreaming. I thought of what I would do, and remembered my goal instantly, then turned to Dad who had put down my medicine and was still looking at me, and I asked,
"Did you know that you're part of my dream?"
"Yes I do."
"Will you help me?"
"Yes I will."
What do you know, a cooperative DC for once.
I flew out the kitchen window and Dad followed me, but I was immediately unsettled by the darkness of the night. No, really, it was pitch black outside. I didn't like the idea of not being able to see the area, so I decided I would make it daytime. First I tried going back inside and, when looking away from the window, deciding it would be daytime. It didn't work. I realized I had to be more creative with it and--I can't remember if I came up with it or if my dad suggested it--but I decided I would use a lightswitch to light up the world. I summoned a lightswitch on the back of our house, and without further ado, flicked it up. What I expected was it to become suddenly daylight. What actually happened was much more extraordinary than that--it wasn't daytime, but above my head, all the stars in the sky began to 'light up' and glow white and silver one at a time. The sky tinted a lighter blue as a response--not daytime blue, but not like the space-like black-blue it was before. What looked like thin, white, electrical waves passed between all the stars here and there, which were still glowing a bright and beautiful white. The area was lit up almost instantly as if it was nearly daytime. It was an absolutely tremendous image, especially since I was right under it.
After a minute of being awestruck at the stars in the sky, I eventually start flying around with Dad thinking about what I was going to do. I can't remember why, but even though I planned to stick to my goal and I knew my time was limited, I wanted to spend some time exploring the dreamworld. Unlike our typical backyard out the window it was all forest or plains, with no other civilization around. I came across some beautiful structures that were simply there as art--a variety of colors, textures, shapes and sizes, all towering up to the clouds. Eventually I found the Wal-Mart from earlier in the dream, though completely empty and could be easily stolen from.
(pssht, do you really think I'd steal from there?)
We turn around and I notice something a little more eerie: there was a wooden post stuck into the ground, and surrounding it were stuffed animals sitting against it tied to the post. Well, most of them were stuffed animals, anyway--there was a single live chicken tied to the post, looking right at me. I approached it with a curious mindset, but the chicken was hostile, trying to get to me and preparing to attack me. Eventually, to my surprise, it rips its way from the post and heads towards me. I'm more confused than afraid, especially since I felt no pain or really, no anything when it started pecking at my ankles. I summon and draw a sword from my side, attempting to kill it, but everytime the blade touched it, the chicken would multiply itself and all the chickens would continue to try to attack me. I just stand there unharmed and confused, and look up to Dad. He smiles at me, then looks at the chickens, shouts "Look!" (in which all the chickens look up at him), and then makes a sort of shoving movement with his arms. When he does, poof, the chickens just vanish, leading a cloud of smoke behind them at my feet.
I grinned and thanked him as I felt myself waking up. I let it happen, preparing to DEILD.
When I'm awake I slowly peek my eyes open to roughly check the time by how light it was in my room. It's light out, so I know it's morning. I cut straight to business this time and start envisioning Austin's house in front of me. Eventually, I'm back in the dream.
For some reason I'm in a third-person camera view when I start the dream, so I take this opportunity to look around the wooden, low-class house for a moment. Then I force myself to get back into my dream body maybe twenty feet before his front door.. Dad's standing a good distance behind me, continuing to accompany me, but giving me privacy for my goal.
I don't have to go to his front door--Austin bursts out the door, and runs toward me with a big grin preparing to hug me. I fall to my knees and hold out my arms as well, and the exceptionally short 8-year-old boy gives me a big, long hug. I was preparing to give him a big long emotional speech and then try to help him, but what came out was quite different. I think I'm crying at this point, and I tell him I'm sorry maybe about a thousand times, in which he just says, "It's okay. You don't have to be sorry. I'm just happy you're here."
We stay like that for maybe a minute, and I'm both happy and sad, and eventually I can feel myself waking up again (in response to a familiar noise, I think my dog jumping off my bed and being let outside by my dad for the morning). I let it happen, again, and feeling some sort of relief and closure, I finally get up for the day.

I am in my neighborhood with S and A. There is some kind of war going on and we know that our area of the country is not very well defended, and that whoever we are at war with is killing civilians, so there is a good chance that if we see any enemy soldiers, they will try and kill us.
I see an enemy plane fly over the subdivision, but it looks like its been shot down, and going to crash in the woods behind our sub. Ok, good. It stops right before hitting the ground and is able to hover about three stories above the ground. There is a large turret with a machine gun on under the plane, and the plane is going down the street very slowly, systematically shooting into every house killing the people inside.
Are there any weapons around? No. Are there any cars? Can we try and drive away? No. Well, I think to myself that my house has an in ground basement. Maybe if we hide in the bathroom (that is pretty deep into the ground) the enemy plane won't get to us.
But the enemy plane breaks its systematic route and flies straight over, following and targeting my friends and I directly. I just think to run, but of course when you try to run from something like this in a dream, you run at like 0.000000000001 miles/hour. No, I was running a pretty decent speed, but I still felt sluggish. I don't hear my friends but I know they're right behind me. I hear two bursts fire from the gun. Okay, they're dead. I'm trying to head down the hill behind my house, but I get shot in the back and wake up.

After waking up, I thought about how with a dream like that, it would have been so easy to attain lucidity. I get a glass of water and go back to bed.

I am in this post-apocalyptic type world. There are a number of partially destroyed buildings all around with a large crevasse running through the middle of town. The crevasse is filled with a cloud of pale orange gas that is supposedly poisonous.
I hear someone scream, and see that a girl is falling into the crevasse, so I obviously want to go and rescue her. So I jump into the canyon after her. (Yeah, real bright idea.) We actually jumped/fell from opposite sides and the canyon was quite wide.
But I was partially lucid, and I ignited flames out of my hands that allowed me to rocket down and catch up with her. But this wasn't like my fireball flying technique from before where there are little flames. I was blasting out an inferno behind me.
So of course, I catch her and lift her out of the canyon. I switch the flames to come out of my feet and one hand. I am carrying this girl by the back of her shirt collar with one hand. (Probably not the best way to carry anyone, but too late to change that now.) I didn't even know who I was saving. Could've been my guide, could've just been just some random person. (And if it was my guide, Then it's safe to assume it was some kind of test. I am getting sick of these stupid tests already.)
Well I am pulling up to the edge of the canyon ready to deposit her on the ledge and I get fully lucid.
"Another Lucid Dream! Finally!"
I land and let her down. I take a moment to tell myself that I am dreaming and rub my hands together stabilizing the dream some. And this time I actually recall my dream goal correctly, to ask a dream character for there new years' resolution.
Now whoever I had saved was wearing a big fur coat and when I deposited her on the ground, she just stayed laying down. I went over and flipped up the hood of the coat to see that whoever this was had up'n vanished. I got confused for a moment, and thought I sensed a presence of someone on top of one of the burnt-out buildings. I looked, but there was just a blurry outline of someone who had been there that quickly faded into the yellow sky.
The dream's clarity dropped like a brick and I lost lucidity. I picked out some dream character, a tall male wearing a jester hat and for some reason identified him as some agent of evil working for a bad guy. (I don't know why.) And I said out loud.
"Oh, great, not another one of his minions!"
The dream scene changed from the destroyed city to my neighborhood. The jester hat guy started trying to shoot me with a blow dart tube. I began running (much faster than I could run from the hovering airplane thing) on a sidewalk with hopes of losing him. I was heading toward the old middle school in my sub, planning to run a route that would confuse my assailant.
I managed to run for quite some time. The blow dart tube was not only ranged but deadly accurate. I would listen for the sound of him blowing, and a moment later duck or move my body in some way and avoid the dart. I managed to avoid getting hit until I got into the woods.
Just when I thought I was going to get away from this guy, I noticed that that the path in the forest was converted into an obstacle course. I tried to run it, but ended up tripping and breaking my ankle. The guy caught up to me, looked at me laying on the ground for a moment, then stomped on my head, causing me to wake up.

It's just a dream fragment ...

I just remember I kind of got into my home (apartment) by some way I can't remember ... Okay so the place was crowded with people and I just ran to my room for reasons I am not aware of and I am aware, out of the blue, I AM. Okay so, I met my classmate (I dislike her a lot) and I just talked to her for no reasons known and I was kind of scared that I'll lose my dream but my dream appeared to be stable, but my fear was that if I blink then I'd wake up, so I blinked and then I "woke up" and I thought I was awake. I don't remember what happened after I "woke up" but I just know that when I woke up IRL I was pretty sure that the previous wake up was IWL thus a FA.

Lots of dreams, recall poor, only vague impression of long dreams, too tired from previous night's loss of sleep

+ walking into a large enclosed structure/building within a larger building, dark, lots of metal hanging around, a bunch of guys in there were pretending they were in prison, swaggering and positioning themselves as cool, asked WTF I was doing in there, I didn't belong, I left, and shut and bolted the door, they all shouted "HEY" (there was no light) so I opened it again.

+ on the crew of a Star Trek ship? (which I had more recall of this one!)

+ in a racquetball court (I hereby promote this to formal dreamsign status, happens a lot recently), I'm warming up with friends we're about to play, I hit the ball a few times, I hit it to a friend so he can hit it, he doesn't, the friends decide to play instead in another court in another club later in the week, I say, WHAT? Aren't we going to play, I imagine the other court has narrow passageways leading in to the court.

NON LUCID
*Helping my friend clayton get home
*Someone made a comment about Lama Surya Das teaching style.

Three dreams I can remember...

1: I was on a road, but there were no cars in it. It looked a little like a bridge and it was night. There was school desks, as if it were a classroom, so I chose one and sat down. I couldn't make much noise because it was late and I didn't want to wake up my parents. I was waiting to fall asleep, because my goal was to have a lucid dream.

I got tired of waiting, so I stood up and stretched a little. My back did a "crack" sound and I felt better. I chose another desk and sat down again, hoping I'd be able to lucid dream soon. Then, I heard lots of noises. I stood up and looked around. A building not far from me was on fire. I quickly got my phone out of my pocket to make a video. A helicopter showed up to throw water on the building, but it ended up being on fire too.

The helicopter crashed on the building and they blew up. I was expecting a huge BOOOM sound and the to be thrown back a little by air coming from there. Instead, I heard a "pop" and there was no air at all. I said: "seriously, brain? Seriously? A pop?" and the dream rewinded and they blew up again. Another "pop" and no air again. I said "oh, I give up! I'll show you a real explosion when I go lucid!"

2: I was arguing with my mum about her relationship with dad. In real life, dad had an affair a couple years ago and I was totally #TeamDivorce, but my mum decided to stay with him. In my dream, we were arguing about this until she fell asleep. Then, I was driving and trying to go home. It was night and I was lost, although I could see the buildings where we used to live. I had just decided I'd try to get to them and then, from there, I'd be able to go home, when she woke up.

3: I was Barney from HIMYM and I kept making the weirdest excuses about the weirdest things. Robin got really angry at me because she felt like I wasn't taking the fact we'd be married a in a few hours seriously. Then, I knew some people would be arriving in our hotel room to kill me, so I took her hand and we ran. We found ourselves in a military car and we managed to kill the people who wanted to kill us.

Then, the reveal: Ted is not just himself, he's his son too. And because of that, he doesn't really know the story of how he met the mother, since he keeps confusing the present, the past and the future - he's a time traveller. Robin didn't care about that, she was still angry cause she felt like I didn't love her. I talked to her about how our wedding was the most important thing ever. Then we had sex.

As the title indicates I don't remember much *sigh*.

I was in my childhood house, in the basement. My sister suddenly says we're going on a trip to arctic and that I have to come. I gather the things I need in seconds and we go. Don't remember anything about the trip except water, challenges and a boat. Then we are back in the basement and my mother was freaking out about the house being a mess. I told her to calm down I would vacuum. I felt like I accomplished something from getting ready so quickly and going in the trip. I am also by myself in my sister old room. I take off my pants and put on black dress pants( they had zipper on the side). Then I take those off and Put on pyjama( they were yellow and had tigger from whinnie the poo on them). I do this a couple more times because the problem is I need to go into the room with everyone else but I don't want to show up with no pants on. In the end I decide to choose the pyjamas cause it's nighttime anyways.

What I recall in this dream is me waking up in some sort of institutional-type building. However, the setup is very strange to me. The floor beneath me is ceramic tiling, and the walls behind me and to my front and right are solid white. However, to my left the wall seems to actually be made from link fence material, so that I can see through it. Getting up and peering through the 'wall', I notice that the building appears almost like a spiral staircase so that I can see the levels both below me and above me, and I also see that on the other side of my current level is a door, presumably leading to the stairwell. I run over and exit where I'm at through this door.

I'm shocked, however, when I enter to smell something rancid and to see a half-decomposed body resting on the stairwell leading up to the upper level. Upon hearing the noise of the door clambering shut behind me, the corpse actually rouses and groans before attempting to crawl in my direction. I immediately recognize it to be a zombie and sprint down the stairs. I try exiting through a lower door about three or four levels down, but this floor is slam packed full of zombies and I barely manage to bring the door back to a close before they can stick a limb through the opening. It has to be pulled for the door to open, so I appear to be relatively safe.

Still, I can hear moans all throughout the stairwell, so I know I have to get out. Suddenly a pole seems to be directly in the center of the also spiraling staircase (much like a firefighter's pole) so I hop the stair railing and take the metal pole all the way down to the bottom. I pass many zombies along the way, but seem to come out lucky as there aren't any on the bottom floor when I reach it. Now there is actually another door set off to the left that doesn't appear to re-enter the building and I go through it.

Where I appear next seems like the food court setup of a mall, though nothing is running and no people are there. It's also devoid of any tables, chairs, or things of that nature, and is mostly an empty expanse of concrete flooring other than the long-empty food vendors. On the far side I notice a still-running escalator leading down to a bottom floor and I get on it. It takes me to another door, but before I go through I look to my right to see a long, vertical window to the actual outside. It seems the building I've been in is located in a desert-area, as there are many sand dunes and cacti throughout the orange land. There seem to be zombie sparsely located, but not enough to concern me at that moment. So I ignore them and finally go through the door.

When I enter the feel to me to seemed to be set up much like a GameStop (or your typical more high-end gaming store). Instead of having a ton of games on sell, however, they had a bunch of older arcade games set up along the middle of the store, and the edges were actually stands of comics, manga, and other video game or television related items. On my right wall are four highly tinted doors leading to the outside. This time there are actually people inhabiting the store. There are some my age, but mostly some older than me. I actually recognize one of the people my age as my friend, Chris, and we're very happy to see each other. He explains that no one had known where I'd gone when everything went down, but that he and the people there had been living off food from the food court up until that point. However, he said everyone knew they were getting low on resources, so they actually had a plan on the roof of the part of the building they were in (apparently the door was out located near the food court to this machine) so that they could go search for more food.

About that time, everything begins to go even more downhill. Somehow zombies have managed to venture their way into the area I'm in from the outside, and the scene quickly becomes bloody and gruesome. People are being shred apart by the monsters as Chris grabs my hand and takes me back through the door and up the escalators to the food court.

[On a side note here, my dream randomly jumps to these two teenage boys running through a hospital room being chased by zombies. One of them has a sword and stops to start attacking their chasers and ultimately ends up sacrificing himself for the younger boy. Just as he's being overwhelmed, however, he gets to see the other boy open the door leading out and still be consumed by zombies residing just outside. Neither of them live through it.]

Chris and I make it to the building's roof, where it turns out the machine is actually a helicopter, not a plane. Neither of us have driven it before, but Chris designates me to try driving it. We hastily hop inside and I start pressing buttons in an attempt to make it work. Somehow I actually get the thing started and us lifted off, but just as we're leaving the building and screams behind us in exchange for hundreds of sand dunes, a problem quickly surfaces. The helicopter has actually been low on gas and the console urgently starts beeping at me. In my dream it almost immediately shuts down, sending us crashing back down to the ground. It all goes a bit blurry from here as I black out, and the next time I wake up is to Chris screaming. In our landing I managed to rip off the door from his side and crashed so that we were laying sideways with my side at the bottom and his at the top, and zombies are clawing inside and attacking Chris, though not quite able to drag him out. However, I know that they are still tearing at him and dread fills me at the oncoming change of my friend, but this is the point at which I wake up.

Soo - I gave it a stab and made around 20 intense RRCs in the daytime - and - tadaa!!
Every single time I go to the toilet for example and other triggers - found to my embarrassment, that I have loads of toilets in my dreams.
And I believe it worked almost specifically - with locking a door and myself in somewhere - that brought it over this time.
I had never done more than 8 of the things before - shame on me.

I was having a crazy dream - somebody was after me - a woman - and she wanted to infect me with a disease she had.
Forgot, why she was so angry.
And when I managed to lock myself into a room - I remembered to RC/felt somehow it was a dream.
Nose plug - like also done every time with the day RCs - worked perfectly.
But what came to my mind this time wasn't darts or TOTMs - but dutchraptors 5 lucid criteria.
I knew that I was dreaming - I remembered these criteria - and decided to break through a closed window.
First I touched the glass - and then I just pushed my lower arms through.
What happened when I broke through was, that this window behaved, as if it had been a thin plastic foil with some metal-foil mimicking a mirror then.
So then I was outside and hovering like 2 m over the ground - and wanted to make sure, I know there are no consequences to what I do.
There was a group of people standing about - and I took a long stick from a tree - and poked them.
I know..
At least I didn't care, what they thought of me. They looked a bit afraid, asked what that was all about - but didn't leave.
Well yeah - and I was on the one hand able to contemplate, that it constituted a failure not to do more - on the other hand - I couldn't bring myself to seriously hurt or kill somebody.
With that I lost lucidity.

But a bit later in the dream - again hiding from somebody in an enclosed space - once more lucid.
Again - nose plug - worked a treat.
Once I was out there and had roamed about a bit, though - a DC came along and told me I have to do this and that to solve a real-life problem - pretty convincingly - and I lost lucidity and went about doing what that person had said.

When I woke up - I found out, this dream had started only 2 hours and a bit after me falling asleep.
I put out the alarms then - but got to put them on earlier next night, I guess.

1. "..." I'm lucid near some house, I go in. I saw door, I opened them and wrote Postscript99. I closed them, open again and go in. I'm in some hall, there was many DC. I ask them, where is Postscript (PS), but they don't want to answer, so I screamed Postscript! Then someone entered through the door, he look like my friend, but I think he was PS, so I follow him. We walked through the corridors and talking. I asked him "What's your name?", but it's hard to hear answer, I think he's name started with the letter "P". Then we sit, next to us were two girls, they kissed, then PS kissed one girl, then I kissed one girl and then I kissed with PS . After this, every DC "die" (lie down without moving) and PS dissapeared. Then someone said me, that they needs replacement parts. I had FA, I had some notifications on my phone form DV, I think PS confirmed SD, but there was only bullshit.

Other dreams, only keywords:
2. Someone poisoned my friend, I was looking for the person who did it, drive car, fighting.

3. Walked with priest and grandmpa through forest, disco, girl with blonde dreadlocks.

4. School.

Well I had them...then...nothing.

Maybe I'll remember later.

Morning of January 29, 2014. Wednesday.



It seems we are living in one of our old apartments, on Duffy Street in Bundaberg, but it is much bigger. There is one part where it seems that there are several doors on the way to our carport area. Someone had left some doors open and I am somewhat annoyed. The neighbor’s truck seems to be in our carport. It is supposedly cool in my dream, and I am somewhat concerned with wintry winds entering our place even though it is very hot here in real life.

Later, I have a portable nuclear missile launcher near the kitchen area. I do not know how this came about. Apparently I had placed it in a baby stroller and carted it home. Perhaps I thought it was an old air conditioner (or heater?) a business had set out in the alley for cleanup removal. It looks like a large square commercial humidifier yet is somehow armed with at least two missiles (or perhaps even four). I do not consider how absurd it would be for a nuclear missile to somehow fit inside a humidifier. I find myself with ideas on launching an attack on the other side of the world from the convenience of my home, perhaps three or four different main locations, if possible, to eliminate the most people.

I am not even sure why this decision has been reached, but it is partly because of bringing down the population, I think, for the benefit of all, but especially for the benefit of my descendents and certain “unspoiled” regions. It is not very logical, as such weapons destroy natural resources as well.

I set up the launch with some sort of small control pad that is separate and attached to the larger machine with a few wires. I watch something on a television screen, but am not sure if it is directly related to the missile launcher, but it is supposedly a targeted area, seemingly a Comic-Con event with William Shatner as the main speaker. There may be something about him running for office as well or at least something related to politics. (This is perhaps from posts relating to William Shatner in my Facebook news feed over the last few days in real life.)

Eventually I realize that it would probably not be a good idea to launch the missiles and kill millions of people.

However, this is only because I do not want holes in our ceiling and roof of our apartment (as my perspective grows in lucidity though I am not fully lucid), which might be pricey to repair as well as possibly cause water damage in our place if it rains, so I begin to shut down the launch sequence after making a mental note of it. At this point, it is very vivid (but not in full acknowledgment I am in a dream - otherwise I would likely have launched them just to see what would happen) and I puzzle somewhat over the idea of how missiles would otherwise go up and through the ceiling without incident. It does seem that they could at first, but there is a strange ambiguity in trying to work out the nature of the setting.

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