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Background: I am writing this because I read that you should always write something in your dream journal. Well I went to bed after a 15 min meditation. I felt good afterwards. I went to sleep like always, but this time I tried to remember my last thought. Normally when I do the incubation I fail because my mind goes all over the place and my last thought is not about lucid dreaming. I didn't remember my last thought though. I woke up and moved around unconsciously. I tried to remember my dream, but nothing came to me. I waited and waited still nothing so I went to bathroom. I didn't let that get to me, so I did a 10 min meditation. I tried to go to sleep, I didn't feel like sleeping. So, I left and started reading Stephan LaBerg's book. I became too excited to sleep, so I stayed up. (from 8:30pm-3:00am)

Journal Entry non-lucid #9 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: I meditated for 15 min and went to sleep around 9:40am. I did one reality check before meditation.

Dream fragment 1 from 9:40am-11:51am" A suspicious Reality Check": I was eating some cracker with some people in my room. I am very strict about my room so I was telling them not to leave any crumbs. I then left them. I was with my dad, I did a quick reality check. I looked at my hands. I tried to feel my surrounding and it felt like a dream. The reality check failed though. I looked at my dad suspiciously and I said, "I swear it should have worked". He looked at me odd so I didn't pursue my thoughts.

Dream fragment 2 from 9:40am-11:51am " Four Girls in the Boys' Locker Room": I walked into my old school locker room for P.E. I had half a doughnut with me. It was caramel and it tasted very good. This guy looked at it and he wanted some of it. I didn't want to share it because I felt hungry and ate it. I turned to go to my locker and I saw of friend of mine. He was bent over next to the bench and beside him on the floor was another guy. My friend was rocking back and forth, like a crazy person. I was like what is going on. I shook it off and when I was about to open locker he threw something at me. I said kind of irritated, "What's wrong with you?" He then made a joke about Africans. He said,"do you know what they do to conserve energy because they have no food, they don't even blink." I ignored him and was about to attend to my locker. Four Asian girls walk in the boys locker room, and no they were not hot what so ever. They were trying to take their cloths out of their locker and were speaking in some Asian language. I got mad and started mumbling things at them. They laughed and left. I looked at one of them and I remembered her face. I thought it was odd since I didn't see this classmate in a long time, I said,"Anna!?" The last girl turned around. Her face changed, I didn't recognize it though. She was now a hot brunette with glasses. I asked her,"were you in my middle school class?" I thought about the name, and told her the name. She responded with a no. I asked in suspicion, "Your name is Anna though?" she said yes. I took some time to think about the oddity of the coincidence.

Dream fragment 3 from 9:40am-11:51am " Chemical": I was looking for some chemical. I found it but this girl in a bikini wanted the chemical. She walks away with it and I followed her. I think I looked at something that she owned that said dream yoga. So, I said you don't know dream yoga. She then proceeded to go backwards and do some gymnastic thing. I didn't want her to spill the chemical so I didn't question the fact that what she did had nothing to do with dream yoga. She then jumped in the pool with the chemical. I told at first in a relaxed tone to come out because the chemical is spilling. I assumed the whole thing didn't come out because it was powder and sometimes powder can act like a solid when compacted together. I then started yelling at her to come out. She came out but left the chemical in the pool. She was just standing there expecting me to go get it. I looked at what I was wearing, which I never do it a dream. I had some cargo shorts and shoes on. I didn't want to go in the water so I grabbed a stick. The environment was drastically changing. At first a normal swimming pool then it changed into a more chaotic kind of like a swimming pool blended with a pond. Then it changed into a small river. This old man showed up and said you kids are too lazy to get a stick. He tried to get it with a stick. I got a bigger stick and tried to get the chemical which was surrounded by corals and ocean stuff.

It's been a long time since I've been here, but I had a couple of dreams last night that reminded me how great it is to dream, so I'm starting up again. The dreams aren't necessarily good reads, but they were fun while they happened. None of them are lucid though. From this point on red is titles, black is dream events, and blue is periods of being awake.

Stats class
My statistics teacher is yelling at me for some reason, while we and the rest of my class are walking along a street for some reason. I start to drink a bottle of water while we walk. We "teleport" to his classroom. Now everyone has bottled water. The teacher opens his bottle of water, and then sticks the entire bottle into his mouth, starting with the bottom. The dream ends.

Sledding
I'm at a house I lived in a few years ago, where my dreams often are, and the ground is covered in snow. A kid named Nick whom I know in real life sleds with me while we drink some sort of soda. Some old teachers from our school are there as well, and we really wished they'd leave because they're boring and won't shut up.

Grand Theft Auto
I'm on a large, steep hill behind a billboard. I have an M4 with high powered optics. I am facing a road that makes an L shape from my perspective. The dream feels like I'm playing GTA 5 but with full control over my movements. The police are after me, and they're heading down the road towards me. I look through the optics on my M4 and see 2 police officers getting out of their cars as well as what appears to be a civilian with a pistol about 50 meters down the road. I shoot them and start running down the hill, fixated on a motorcycle that would be the Double-T in GTA 5 that appears to have crashed into the back of some sort of sedan. As I get on the bike and turn around, more police show up and shoot me in the back several times. I barely make it away and quickly find a jet that is on fire on the side of the road. I get a fire extinguisher from nowhere and attempt to put out the flames. Once I run out of whatever is in the extinguisher, the flames come back, the jet explodes, and I am dead. The dream ends.

I wake up briefly. I don't open my eyes right away, trying to go back to sleep. I can tell it is early because there isn't much light going through my eyelids. I check the time, around 6:45, then go back to bed

Offroad Motorcycle
I'm on a supersport motorcycle of some sort, not the one from the previous dream, and I'm offroad for some reason. I come across a large concrete ramp that leads to another trail. My bike wouldn't be able to handle the jump, and I think to myself that a supermoto would be nice. A girl on a supermoto then comes down a path that leads to where I am at. She's going too fast for the turn and falls off the bike but her bike is still going. She gets up right away and is fine so I catch up to her bike to stop it. I get the kickstand down and wait for her to catch up. I ask if I can borrow her supermoto to do the jump, and she said no because she didn't want to risk it breaking. The dream ends.

Bicycling, thievery, and vandalism
I'm riding a bicycle in a place that starts off as being in England but after a while I forget about that part and it becomes America because I am American. I know it's England because of the strange road markings and because the disembodied voice of Dan Hardcastle (Nerd³ on YouTube) tells me it is. I'm wanted by the police, probably because of what happened in the GTA dream, so I hide in a building that I found. I sneak through a water system that leads under a bank, get into the bank and steal gold coins, and then return to the building. I dry myself, get back on my bike, and start riding down a street. I see a weird small vehicle with a small trailer full of food items pass me. The trailer is moving in odd ways, as if it were glitching like in a video game. I inform the driver that there appear to be issues, but he ignores me. Somehow a friend of mine named Tommy is there with me now, and we follow the vehicle to a grocery store. We enter the store and see the man leaned up against the wall near the doors. As we go down an aisle, we joke about the man, and as soon as we go around a corner we start running. The man follows us, and eventually gets tomatoes and starts throwing them at as. I also found tomatoes and start throwing them back. Figuring I could really get this guy into trouble I start eating meats in the store. I try to vault over some aisles, but I'm not physically fit, not even in my dreams, so I end up taking them down as I jump over them. The man and we decide to stop fighting, and the dream ends.

I had like a series of dreams and they were all different.

One of them was like this, we were in the supermarket and in the rows there were like people waiting in line just staying there and I put a cereal box in front of them and I think they were uncomfortable or something.

The other one was really awkward and I have no idea how I refused to see the signals that were being given to me in order for me to become lucid. We were skiing and I met a friend, so we went to the ski lift and the path of the lift is obviously upwards, but awkwardly enough it started going to the left side which leads to another lift. So I went to this side and hopped on to the other ski lift which is a sitting one, so we were sitting on it, me and my friend and it was going really fast, it was crazy. And this is impossible but we were actually getting ahead of the other seats and it was going super fast. When we reached the top (in like 10-20 seconds) we went down and as we went down I nearly fell because I was going fast (which doesn't happen on that part) but I managed to control myself and stopped. My friend came behind me and he stopped as well. When he stopped we met my other friend's (let's call him friend B) uncle. As I started to ask him : hey, where's friend B?; I saw B and I went and skied towards him and when I saw him he was with his brother (he was under the ski lift I was on just before) and then I saw him with my cousin who's 14-months-old. That was really surprising and as I reached out to get my cousin and hold him for a sec my dream ended because my cousin (who's 16) woke me up.

I was being lazy and didn't write my dream down when I should so I just remember two small fragments.

#1
My sister had a child who was seven years old I was so shocked cause I never saw her before. I wanted to get to know her and play with her. I tried to get into a butterfly costume to give her kisses( butterfly kisses) but it was to small and way too hot. So I I Just gave her regular ones. I gushed to my sister about how she had such a fantastic kid.


#2
I was sitting on a stool at a bar trying not to fall asleep. A lady at the front of the bar was supposed to be new entertainment. She got a bucket of vodka and a bucket of compost and mixers them together. She poured shots and the customers were supposed to see how much they could drink. I got really angry and told the manager that it was a health violation and that people could get sick. Some people drank it but most just left the bar.

Found out now, that writing is easier for me than dictating, when in a semi-asleep state - and - using my multiple alarm auto-snooze thing - I didn't get lucid - buut - have fantastic dream-recall for four dreams.

Got them in the book - won't put them over here - private/not interesting/being too lazy, the me - buut:

Got to mention this adorable dream-animal I found and befriended.
It was a bit like a rodent or squirrel - but the size of a dog.
With fluffy and a bit reddish fur and a long nose ending in a cute little black knob - constantly searching about.

It had whiskers almost all over and was vibrating with them and emitting a sort of purring - not exactly like a cat would - but similar.
Oh yeah - and it wanted to cuddle and play all the time - and look at everything with huge black eyes also.
I took it with me to that family I often dream of - and they all were delighted - didn't throw me out for a change..
I'd love to dream this one again!!
Actually - have one for real would be great!

#270 - DEILD - 4:46AM

I have a dream about my older daughter. She is trying to tell me something but I am trying to get back to bed to get lucid. She's holding me back and I become angry. There's lots of conflict.

I DEILD with vibes again. This time I am in my house. I see my daughter standing in a doorway and then disappear into the dark room. I'd rather not follow so I call to her. After a moment she comes out and sits on the couch. I hug her and apologize for the last dream. I say, "Sometimes in a dream I am not myself. I'm sorry for the last dream, but now I am myself. This is a dream too, but my mind is awake." She seems to be falling asleep while I am talking so I say her name and give a little shake. I say with excitement, "It's lucid dreaming!" I try to infect her with excitement by radiating it into her. Her eyes open wide and she smiles with amazement. This makes me wonder if I am making a shared dream connection with her. Then She returns to being out of it and half asleep. I realize at that moment that maybe her DC was trying to help me become lucid in my last dream and I was acting like she is now, except I was overly angry. I have both hands on her shoulders when she suddenly vanishes leaving my hands hanging in the air. With amazement, I wonder if she has woken up. Then, my vision fades to black and I wake up.

#269 - DEILD - 3:36AM

I do my usual thing, this time with vibes, and get out of bed. To my surprise, I am in a different house. There are a set of stairs in the center of the bedroom. I don't see this right away, I just know it. When I reach the bottom of the stairs, I have my vision. The house is pretty upscale and fancy but I don't bother exploring it since the stairs put me right in the entryway next to the front door.

Outside feels cold but I ignore it; I'm thinking of my goal (board a pirate ship). There's a strange looking custom car parked in front but I pass it up for the awesome BMW convertible. I clearly see the emblem as I pass around to the driver side. Some how the front seats are folded all the way down. I pull up until it locks into place, hop in, and make a few adjustments to feel comfortable. The smell of new leather is strong. I reach for the ignition but the car is already started and the instrument panel is light up. I have a moment of something like embarrassment when this happens. I guess I feel like it took away from the realism since everything up until this point had been so mechanical and lifelike.

I put the car in reverse and back up. Then have to put the shift in drive to go forward. Back to mundane. It seems I'm now in a parking lot and this way is a dead end. I have to turn around and again work reverse and drive like waking life.

When I finally get out of the parking lot, I turn on a road. I have to get to the beach for my goal and as I am driving the area reminds me of California. I go with that assumption and begin passing palm trees though the area looks really rural. I tell myself I need to turn off to the beach soon and I see a sandy road. I turn down it but the dream becomes unstable as the road becomes too bumpy. I try holding on as long as possible, but I wake up way too soon.

today i dreamt i was running from a flock of zombies, it looked like i was playing a game
but at the same time looked like i was there too, there was a sunset at my front, and the sky was like orange, then i noticed
i was grabbing something on my right hand. when i pointed with it to the sunset, i noticed it was a crucifix.
then the game had an option, i could pray than i would run from zombies and survive.
then i saw a abyss and the other side, i jumped for the other side, but zombies jumped as well.
then the scene became different, i was near my aunt house, still in the apocalypse
for some reason i was suspended on a window apartment, i saw some survivors.
i decided to drop my hands off the window and descend the apartment, i asked those people
if they wanted to form a group, so it should be easier. they didn't had time to answer because
zombies started to appear from nothing. i was the strongest there so i tried to protect them all
i grabbed my pistol and shooted all the zombies, for some reason i was lying on the floor
and shooting them, suddenly a zombie tries to bite me on my face, i was struggling but blocking him
with my arm, then i shooted him with my left arm. then the movie scenario changed again.
this time i was on a mountain i tried to take down 2 crystal pyramids that were on some peak of the mountain. i had to do it
with a car, i went full throttle front, and 1 pyramid was taken down, then i went full throttle back so i could climb that peak with the car
then the 2nd pyramid went down as well. there was a 3rd pyramid, that 3rd pyramid was causing the zombie acopalypse

Dream elements:

-zombies



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


hours slept: 7 hours

1. [Non-Lucid]
I'm on holiday with my dads family in Florida, were in a house, got given my old batman & joker converse to put on. I got frustrated as I had left my laptop at home which means I can't talk to people on Skype (best friend).

2. [Non-Lucid]
I am looking for my best friend Emily who seemed to have vanished so I go to my primary school looking for her, I get there and there's kids everywhere, theirs a platform to my left with people sat on benches...I look around and I cant find her.
I found her (Idk how) and somehow find out shes dating my cousin Josh. I was somewhat upset by this and I think we argued about it.
Now Emily is driving me home in a minibus, we arrive and she un-clips my chair, I then reverse, i hit the side of the bus lift so I tried again and I didn't hit anything this time.
My house door opens and a foreign cleaner woman came out with a child of some sort. I say
bye to Emily (I think she smiled) and go inside into my room.
I notice I now have a third monitor, this confused me...This was my chance for lucidity I think...and I missed it.

I've been dreaming a lot lately, just haven't gotten around to recording much on DV. There is always that little hesitance I get when I have a bunch of recordings of dreams I've spoken to my .mp3 player throughout the night, then I have to go type them all out. I have however had at least 3 lucid dreams since I last posted and things are going quite well. I really wish someone would invent something that records your dreams as a video or something so there isn't the issue of typing out your recordings anymore. Oh well, things are still going quite well

Morning of January 19, 2014. Sunday.



I am about fourteen. School has just let out for the day at a variation of 20 Copeland Avenue in La Crosse, with our school as the Spencer building. The surrounding area is not as it is in real life. Zsuzsanna is near my age in my dream though had been in different classes. I approach her and ask if I can walk her home. I consider her extraordinary beauty. Amusingly, I stutter and seem shy in asking (not at all a conscious self attribute). She is wearing denim shorts and a dark blue top and carrying about three textbooks and a small notebook at her side in her right arm. It takes a few attempts before I make my intent known. Her friend, an unfamiliar girl, is amused and goes her own way, and I walk with Zsuzsanna for the two or three blocks she lives from our school. We walk south as I remain on her right, wearing mostly black, gray, and dark blue, with an open black lightweight trenchcoat. My dream implies that we had never met before this, yet she is my ideal female and I consider that no one else could come close to her essence.

She is living in a white one-storey cinderblock house on a northwest corner of a suburban block (two blocks south of our school and one block east) with her father and two younger brothers of about two years apart in age. Curiously, he seems Caucasian, about thirty, and does not have an accent, which I find puzzling. (I had spoken with her father in real life on the telephone, but never met him). He has a mustache and is wearing a tank top and blue jeans. He sits in a white armchair, facing south and watching television with a can of beer or soda in his left hand, west of where I spend the most time in the room. He is watching “Hair”, though dubbed in Hungarian (which I had joked with Zsuzsanna in real life in it being the only version I saw listed on YouTube). The two boys are playing on the floor. The “father” looks at my unusual clothes and asks me if I am supposed to be some kind of magician or witch and asks me what I can do. I tell him that I mostly consider myself to be a sorcerer.

I hold up my right hand (forearm out but at about forty-five degrees upward or less), palm up, and a loud sizzling comes out as a flame flows from my palm and into the air with a sort of muffled light explosion, and for a moment, a separate higher column of heat and fire is there, which fades fairly quickly. An additional small flame dances in the air, doing figure eights and spinning before dissipating. I do this four times, creating a tiny (hummingbird-sized) “fire girl” that does a few pirouettes in the air. He seems impressed but not alarmed in any way.

I look around and notice that the room is messy. There is a broken glass on the floor near one wall, and miscellaneous books, clothes, opened mail, and toys. I take Zsuzsanna flying for a short time, staying in the neighborhood. The front door is open, so we fly out (and return) through it. I ask her father if I can come by on a regular basis and he seems okay with the idea. However, after leaving on my own, while above the sidewalk about half a block away, I can hear him, with my enhanced hearing, asking his sons to look through his house and make sure nothing is missing as he seemingly thinks I am able to teleport objects from their location to steal them. It does not matter to me, as I look forward to spending time with the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

I continue south for several blocks, flying fast, often in a diagonal orientation. I land on a few roofs to look around and then notice a church gathering with old people. I talk with the elderly people. They seem depressed. I recognize a male I knew when I was much younger (and who in real life is about my age), but he is much older than me here, yet I do not find this unusual. I think that I can find specific people based on their silhouette, with “mental radar” that encircles the planet. I am able to locate a couple people for a couple other lonely people at a church lunch, also finding a lost relative for one of them. I then fly around more.

I am near a small outdoor football stadium and a large hall for local players that is just south of the field, probably implied as a futuristic or built-up version of Eagle Field. There are a few violent gang members at the building who are possibly friends with some of the football players. I am confronted by a lot of tough characters, but I am able to avoid them by flying about in the large room and dodging knives that are thrown at me. I become an anthropomorphic form of fire, somewhat like the Human Torch from the Fantastic Four. I aim at various locations (not directly at any people) and rings of fire spin up from my forearms, around my wrists, and out from around my closed fists in a spiral while other sections of flame columns come straight out in a tube-like fashion. It is a curious sensation with a vivid awareness of pumping and flowing. Finally, I get so annoyed by all the knives flying through the air and having to dodge them, I send them back to the neck or chest of each thrower, a total of about seven. They somehow remain alive but are unable to do anything.

I leave the building and look around outside and decide to sit down in the grass in a meditation position to relax, facing the hall to the east. I hear the coach yell at me from the doorway of the hall, “You may think you are some kind of superhero, but let me tell you, you will feel the cold of winter when it comes, the same as any of us!”

Annoyed by this disruption of my attempted meditation, I hover into the air about five feet while still in the same cross-legged meditation position and hold my arms out horizontally and a bit forward. Cold waves of energy flow from my forearms and out through my wrists, producing thousands of randomly spiraling snowflakes that spread over the entire landscape. It is a beautiful feeling. I feel a vibration through my forearms and a great wind flowing from my trenchcoat and out through my wrists. The blizzard becomes more intense and I feel fantastic and exactly where I should be. The ground is covered with snow and I feel I have made my point. I enjoy the feelings of the icy winds that almost seem to nurture me. They are a welcome contrast from the heat of the previous scene. The coach stands frozen in the doorway in suspended animation and I consider that I might release him in a thousand years or so. I do not see anyone else. I am ecstatic, cold air flowing from my forearms and wrists, almost sensual in nature, creating a beautiful blizzard. I am the foundation and origin of the forces of nature. I get the impression that I could create anything.

I fly over another region, near apartment buildings of up to about four floors, causing them to ice over entirely with a pleasing musical sound of rapidly building-up layers of ice, several layers at a time as the window glass cracks. The buildings turn light gray with frost and cars stop, frozen to the snowy streets. Time passes, and my dream finally starts to loose cohesion as my thoughts change and begin to focus on the layers of ice.

I start thinking of archaeology (which I have held an occasional interest in since childhood). I lift up a large section, about a full quarter of the entire length of sidewalk, and crack it open, concrete and all, and notice that it looks somewhat like an onion, though with the essence of diamonds. I think about what sort of features, including treasures, that could be found in the various layers of ice. I notice that it is night, becoming darker (even though it had been afternoon a short time before). I slowly wake, feeling very happy.

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Several pages of detail (including the numerous common autosymbolic meanings) have been removed from this entry to keep it a reasonable length. In this subliminally lucid dream (meaning, as a result of a specific type of synaptic gating, that my conscious self identity was aware that I was dreaming even though my dream self was not), there was the usual effortless flying and manifestation of unlimited confidence and additional abilities and a more defined control of the vestibular system ambiguity that is an inherent factor of REM sleep. The last scene, with the diamond-like layers, was a subliminal realization of temporality (chronological patterns in the analogy of a timeline along with viable memory), which does not usually exist in the dream state. I used to work on Copeland Avenue near the building featured, but there was never a school there, and Zsuzsanna and I are not close in age as this dream implied, and she has never been to America. The only dream element related to real life is the carryover regarding the “Hair” movie dubbed in Hungarian.

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Morning of January 19, 2014. Sunday.



This dream is really too hard to describe correctly, but I will try to summarize anyway. I am not “in” the dream directly, but an invisible being that follows along with the dream’s main character, an unfamiliar male. It does not seem to be on Earth, but on an Earth-like planet, perhaps a planet that is mostly one large prison. There is something that seems like some sort of strange game show or actual survival contest. The only prize seems to be being allowed to have more freedom, I think and getting more meals or something along those lines. It seems to take place in some kind of huge partly holographic area that keeps changing in some ways. There are a lot of “deadly” tricks using mirrors as if with some sort of survival-oriented carnival.

At one point, the man runs down a large hall. A strange (but somewhat human-like) alien shoots at him with a laser, but it is as if both the man and his enemy are somewhat confused by the orientation of the environment as well as the various mirrors in different strategic locations. He escapes from several similar situations. The alien fires at the wrong “targets” and he is able to escape each time. I am glad and feel he will get past any challenge. Most of the area seems to be of stone walls, chain-link fences, very large mirrors, and “random” rooms of various sizes. There are a few neglected gardens here and there.

Eventually, I am aware that many of his friends in similar circumstances did not survive and he is actually the only one left. I see him in some sort of rundown cafeteria or prison lunchroom area with park benches and a concrete floor, though seemingly at least the third floor and accessed by a metal, skeletal staircase. It also seems to have one fully open wall (easterly) like a sort of direct balcony area, also with a chain-link fence about halfway up. A dwarf is there and several pirate-like characters. He seems sad at having been the only one to survive. He meets new people and they run errands for him of some kind. It is a long dream, but with a lot of odd material that I did not quite get, like a complex science-fiction story.

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UPDATE: I am tagging this with “dream journal synchronicity” due to a comment left on a different site regarding this same post: “It’s really weird, but I just woke up from a similar dream about a survival based reality show apocalypse and posted it, and then i read your dream.” - blackfeather.

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The new meditation using focused breathing( Buddhist) focus on upper lip....
well its going good. 15 minutes passes pretty fast. Now I'm supposed to add 10 more minutes, but every time I get to about 20 minutes, I start to go into hypnogogic stage like normally happens when I am actually trying to AT. It seems almost like a side effect of this new meditation or maybe its too similar to the method I used to use for AT? Idle. Anyway I think its time to try a new meditation as I do not want to AP at this time. Trying to get to 1 hour 2x a day of meditation.

It’s night-time. I’m flying slowly along a busy street in New York, looking at the street lamps flashing blue and red. Suddenly, I see Isla Fisher chatting to a doorman of a hotel, and, wanting her attention, I fly over and zap her with an invisible force from my palm. She turns and smiles, and I land and ask why she isn’t back living in Australia. She says Australia is upstairs, then tells me to follow her into the hotel. The doors immediately lead to a lake, which stretches along the middle for miles. To its left is a massive forest, and far up to the right is a waterfall. The whole scene is surrounded by mountains in the distance. We start walking to the right, towards an elevator that rises up to the sky, and I see a tall man standing guard. As we get closer, I see it’s Clint Eastwood. At first I wonder why Clint Eastwood is working as a security guard, but soon realise he must be guarding something extremely important.

When we reach the elevator I give Clint a nod; he stares blankly at me. I try to shrug this rejection off, but then see Jack Nicholson standing in the elevator. He laughs excitedly and I realise I don’t know where the lift leads to. Becoming slightly worried at this, I look along the embankment of the lake, making sure the way is clear if I need to escape. My friend’s head suddenly pops out of the water. I walk over and, as he is pulling himself up, I tell him that I just dodged a bullet, that there something is wrong with those people. He says he knows, and that it’s starting soon. As I ask him what is starting soon, he begins to fly away, but I grab a hold of him and we both travel over the lake. Eventually he breaks free and disappears behind the mountains.

I fly over the mountains for a few miles before finally landing outside a farm. Everywhere is now grassland. Realising it’s morning, I know the farmer inside will soon be collecting eggs from the chicken coup. A plump, middle-aged man comes out of the front door. I immediately know he is a good man. In a Welsh accent, he tells me there is work available here. Thinking that I always wanted to have a job working outside, I begin to tell him that I can stay as long as he wants, but I then suddenly realise why Clint Eastwood was guarding the elevator. It’s the base-camp of the people in charge of the world; and as I know its hidden location, I am now a wanted man. I tell the farmer I can only work for the winter, as I have somewhere important to go. He frowns and says he knows war is unfortunately coming.

I walk over to the chicken coup to collect some eggs. Inside there are no chickens. As I turn to tell the farmer, I see a swarm of men in white suits flying towards him. As they swoop down, I try to blast them with the invisible force from my palm, but nothing comes out. I watch, powerless, as they grab him and fly off, before zipping back and throwing him at my feet. He is dead. As I look at his face, I realise it is my fault he has been killed. I came to this place and brought these men with me.

Angry, I fly up and am soon back at the lake. I hover above the water looking for them, then immediately sense I am being surrounded. I peek over the top of the waterfall and see snipers lying on a raft twenty yards away. I slowly float down to check behind the waterfall, then see Nathan Fillion walking down the embankment. I know he is my childhood friend. He spots me and flies over, looking anxious. He shows me a bunch of papers and says this war is all about statistics, and because I’m only one man I shouldn‘t get involved. Disappointed in his betrayal, I tell him to go away. Suddenly a soldier with a beard and long hair flies over from the side and lobs an atom bomb at me. I close my eyes and quickly summon a protective force field around my body as the bomb detonates. A couple of seconds later, I open my eyes and look around but no-one is here. I head towards the elevator, furious.

The elevator goes up one floor before reaching its destination, which is a busy restaurant. As I walk in I look around for the person in charge. I see a young woman wearing a leather jacket and I sit down beside her. She tells me that the war hasn’t fully started yet, and I immediately realise she will be harmed if I continue looking for revenge. She points to a table in the corner, where Mr Miyagi (Pat Morita) is sitting by himself. I know he is the person in charge. I walk over and he smiles and nods at me. I sit down and start eating a bowl of noodles, saying nothing.

Journal Entry non-lucid #10 Dream, non-dream (Comments)
Background: During the day I practiced awareness. I would look around and observe my surrounding. One time I looked kind of towards the sun and I started putting my awareness towards the warmth on my skin and the pain in my eyes, which I think influenced my dream. I laughed at thought that the sun can give us both a wonderful and horrible experience at the same time.

Dream fragment 1 from 8:30pm-3:53am" I Felt the Warmth from Sun ": The dream started out very vague. I was in my room and I was battling with some agents. They were destroying stuff in my room like tissue papers, and other random stuff. It seemed like we were miniature, because there was room for helicopters in my room. After a while, they disappeared and the dream was starting to get clearer. I was talking to my cousin at first, she kept telling me a behavior, characteristics, that I have and don't seem to realize it. I forgot what she said though, but I remember we were arguing about it. I came back to my room and I see her sister, my other cousin and my sister just hanging in my room. I told them to move over. It was bright day light. My bed did seem a lot bigger in my dream and the windows did let in more sun light then it would. I laid there, and the ray of the sun made my eyes in pain, I felt it heating up my face and arms. I moved around to avoid the sun. My feet which are always cold touched some one warm. I felt the warmth and the heat transfer. I woke up after that but in waking life I felt cold and my feet were cold. Funny how a dream can imitate something that has nothing to do with waking life.