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I was in Vienna, Austria and accidentally bumped in with my guru. We were pleasantly surprised with the encounter. He invited me along, we didn't talk much but we promenated through gardens and a couple of other beautiful places, antique shops, etc. I stayed with him until he had a public talk later on and when I prepared to sit in the audience he invited me to sit by his side, on the stage. I was honoured and in panic at the same time. It brought up a lot of jealousy towards me, especially from some of his female students.
As I stayed with him for the next days, a war started between some of his closest students, to kick me out and get to my place. Although I was not feeling obsessed with keeping it per se, I felt like I wanted to prolong this honour as long as possible in order to be blessed with more teachings from my guru.
At some point two of the girls laid down in bed with him for the night. The next day it was my birthday and some friends had organized a party for me, so I went to say goodbye as I was leaving. He didn't want me to go, but they totally wanted to see me go, so they got up and took me to the bathroom where they confronted me, insulted me and made me feel unwanted. I did not want to fight but I felt sad that my guru was allowing them to bully me. I knew that he knew, but he was not interfering in any way. I felt discouraged.
While in the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and decided to tide up myself, put on some make up, before going to the party, but the girls were not happy yet and continued insulting me, saying it was worthless, that I looked cheap and uninteresting no matter what, that I certainly had bought my dress on a retailer with coupons and what not. I started to feel really angry and I fought back, I insulted them to and I remember telling to the leading girl that I had another coupon for her, for a quick upgrade course on being a bitch.
That's when my guru appeared again, at the door looking at us, and all of a sudden I didn't feel angry anymore. I decided to let go of the emotions, to allow myself be filled with pure peace of mind and to let it expand out to everyone around me. Then the girls started freaking out and exploded into a hundred snake-dragons flying out in all directions. Then, there was only silence and nothingness.

1. Possibly Lucid/No Control
I'm sitting in a car on the back seat next to my eldest sister and i'm like almost cuddling her because we are sat so close together, her hair {either brunette or darkish brown} was flowing onto me.
Now i'm in some sort of classroom with my sister still, shes on her laptop, so i go over to her and look at the screen and she is on facebook, I asked "are you still friends with him?" (an ex-friend of mine who suddenly became interested in her so I literally told him NOPE!) she replied "He deleted his facebook".
Suddenly he is sat against the wall behind a table to our left {wearing a grey jumper with big red letters on the front} and starts blurting out rubbish (don't know what he said).

All i can remember is a big pile say yay 1 metre high of clothing and undies at the end of my feet whilst in my bed... Pretty weird

Morning of January 8, 2014. Wednesday.



This is one of those “glowing” dreams (I use the name, as it reminds me of the song “Glow Worm” that my father used to perform, which also used the word “glimmer”) - a type of dream in which everything (even people) seems to be translucent and having light within as well as a viable sensation of bliss and pleasure (both physical and spiritual) - a sort of residual “glimmer” effect in consciousness even for about twenty minutes after waking. These dreams usually seem more multicolored (or of “wrong color”) than so-called ordinary dreams as well. I usually have at least one of these a week since earliest memory but they are often too detailed (or “epic”) or elusive to write about online.

There are two sections to this “glow dream” - the first section relates to being in an unfamiliar seafood restaurant after hours which has about five round tables in one area (although the chairs are not turned up over the tables as would likely be the case in real life if closed - or perhaps I am the janitor and have not completed my work yet). There is an oil painting in a fancy wider wooden frame on the wall, seemingly from the 1800s and of a lobster (recurring). I am trying to determine if it is holding carnations in its claws, as I am not fully lucid (but perhaps twenty-five percent aware). An unknown female is to my right, possibly a “higher entity” or self-reinvented tulpa, though her eyes are copper-colored (slightly shiny and “vibrating” like a “jumping mirror”) sometimes more towards scintillating orange, almost with an unusual revolving and morphing effect (this seems to be directly related to the “kaleidoscope eyes” effect that John Lennon wrote about in “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds”). I become aware of a very complex (in terms of the weave) cloth that makes up her white dress, somewhat like a herringbone pattern but with implied alternating directions. There seems to be tiny silvery “flashes” in certain threads here and there, somewhat like the effect of fish scales in sunlight. “Lobster,” I say casually. “What does it mean?” I am speaking more to myself than anyone listening in. There is a sort of feminine giggle, which I realize is my wife - as related to a cassette tape of about twenty years ago (which I listened to again recently), which brings a very blissful sensation, body-wide.

After a time, I find myself in an area outdoors on a white sand beach, but near a jagged bluish-gray (almost metallic) boulder-based area to my right (when facing the ocean). It seems to be near an outdoor restaurant or resort, but the two larger rectangular tables are unlikely set out fairly far from any building and “too close” to the ocean, perhaps (compared to how it would be in real life). I see a very pleasing feminine form moving towards me. It has the “standard” glow dream property of showing several frames of movement at the same time, sort of like moving holographic images superimposed in a linear continuity. Each form seems to be wearing a different erotic outfit (some extremely complex and jewel or tassel-covered) until it stabilizes. It turns out to be a younger version of my wife in a hula skirt (and a lei) of all things, so I assume we are in Hawaii. “Lobsters,” I say, raising a glass I suddenly find in my hand. “Lobsters,” she affirms cheerfully. I focus on lobsters…

Soon, we get our “lobster”. However, it is not actually a lobster but a waist-high sort of dingy robot with hook hands held out horizontally in front of him (for some reason, I get fleeting impressions of a person in a wheelchair with this scene). I get a very strong impression that the robot is confused (but somehow fully human) and that the hook hands represent his status as being in “question mode” - the hook hands (darker/“dirty” silver) being just like question marks - which come out from a larger grayish “arm tube”. These thoughts and realizations last for quite some time, at least five minutes or more. The poor little robot meanders around. It approaches my wife and tries to touch or pull her golden and white lei (which matches her golden and white variegated hula skirt), but cannot come anywhere near reaching that high. It makes very odd baby gurgles and puppy yelping sounds, but with very metallic and hollow tones, reminding me vaguely of R2D2 from “Star Wars”. It continues to meander around and bump into tables (sometimes backing up and bumping into the same table several times as if malfunctioning). We laugh about its random and “confused” state.

I realize more fully that its intent is to express itself in a somewhat diluted “average human” way and it wants to write a revisionist history of me, its “target”. I feel no ill-will as such (though I sometimes do, depending on the environment and in-dream mood, but in this case, it is hard, if not impossible, to be annoyed while in a state of bliss), and even show it to a table and hand it a pencil from the drinking straw (red and white candy cane style with that “accordion-bellows” section for bending down) holder.

“Gack gack gack gack gack,” it writes neatly (but in all uppercase letters). “That’s nice!” I pat the robot on the head and it “barks” and “gurgles” out of seeming frustration of not writing what it intended. It continues to write “gack gack gack” over the page (it is holding the pencil with the hook hand and a thinner section that comes out from the bottom of the tube arm for grip and reminds me of an old-style metallic adjustable table lamp). Finally, it wiggles its arms and leaves the table and “barks” in more loud frustration. Soon, its head seems to be a small model observatory and a telescope comes out and moves about as if it is examining the sky. “It’s spacing out,” affirms my wife, followed by laughter. There are about six other people around, male and female. The robot staggers around - reminding me of a typical drunk in public in their usual discombobulated or drunken stupor that I see all the time on my street.

Finally, I am served lobster on a bed of lettuce. The poor little robot comes over and starts throwing an electrical tantrum, because the lobster is his “brother” (I make the main association with lobster claws and the robot’s hooked hands as well as the exoskeleton). He begins to emit thin smoke, somewhat like the smoke from a cigarette and “barks” and “growls”. Everyone laughs. “This robot thinks it is part of nature and is as far from nature or natural consciousness as something can be,” I say slowly, after about three or four practice attempts. The robot gets very “angry” and spins around, going too close to the rocky area, and falling over and crashing down into the less dense area of the boulders (with a few final somewhat disturbing truncated “barks” and “squeals”). There is a loud sputtering sound, somewhat like a sequence of cheap dud “puffy” caps from a cheap toy cap gun but louder, and a heavier smoke rises. “Nice going, _”. I call him by name, as I become more aware and recognize who he is (or symbolizes). I feel sort of sad that the robot has “died” in such a seemingly purposeless and careless manner and ponder what went wrong in its little robot path in life.

I sit down at the table. Oddly, a nuclear explosion occurs (to the right when looking out at the ocean) being a result of the robot remains (some sort of mechanical nucleus) exploding, but without effect other than causing us to be transparent and skeletal (as with an X-ray) for a very short time before returning to normal. Nothing seems damaged or even moved as we watch the mushroom cloud. “They call it a mushroom cloud…but I think it looks much more like cauliflower,” I say casually (with a brief flash of a lobster holding a small cauliflower head in each claw). One older female is standing in an elegant silvery dress (the only one standing at that point - everyone else is seated at the two tables). “Humans…” she says (ironically in regards to the robot), doing a single quick side-to-side head shake.

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I have added “precognitive” due to some interesting connections with a post that came shortly after mine as well as adding the “dream journal synchronicity” tag.

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Morning of January 8, 2014. Wednesday.



I am in a large building, somewhat like a composite between a residential house and a warehouse, but with library features. There are computers set up here and there near mostly corners.

There is a war going on to the north - which seems a bit “off” as it seems to imply two cultures setting off bombs and such in the same area of where each are otherwise living. It also seems a bit like a part of the north-side of La Crosse. I watch 1940s USA military aircraft fly overheard, dropping strange small doughnut-shaped explosives everywhere, even near their own men, but it is mostly the enemies that are killed. I even see a large loom very close to the building I am in, with about three bodies hanging from it and a couple on the ground. Somehow the loom was supposedly being used to make weapons (which makes little sense). The characters remind me a little of ones from a version of “Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves”.

Now and then, there is a slight concern that the bombs will be “too close” to the building, but it is not that much of a worry - and some of the computers seem to be for targeting.

Eventually, a soldier comes in with Usama bin Laden (FBI-based spelling) aka “Osama” (supposedly deceased). In my dream, though, he has a long white beard, yet seems younger. He blows strange “raspberries” at me as a bored, obnoxious child would do. I go into a different room to get something for one of the soldiers and Osama throws four tiny (fictional) “hand grenades” directly at me that he had hidden in his loose garments, so small as to hardly notice the weight hitting me. The soldiers back up, because the explosives are supposedly the most powerful ever made (which means Osama is suicidal here, I guess). They are much like watch batteries (or possibly actually are watch batteries turned into miniature but powerful bombs) with a hole through the center and adhesive on one side (to stick to the clothes of the target, I guess, but not very feasible in the real world due to extremely small surface area), but I note they are also similar to the doughnut-shaped bombs that the airplanes were dropping only much smaller.

I am somewhat annoyed but just fling my arms around, making the “grenades” return to the sender, or rather near his feet. He looks a bit annoyed and surprised at the same time. There is one left on my left arm, which I also fling back. There are no explosions - apparently they only go off when remaining on the target for a certain amount of time (as I believe was the case with the airplane bombs - giving certain soldiers time to make a run for it). There does seem to be a bit of urgency for a short time, but no drama ensues. He is then taken away by the soldiers to be executed. (It is also possible that what he threw at me were I Ching coins, as he briefly seemed to have a Chinese appearance.)

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I'm using a tea cup to catch rain that contains some kind of power.

There's a very important (possibly sacred) torch that I was meant to do something with (I have a vague impression of something involving the sky) but, while standing at the edge of a cliff, I've managed to drop the torch, and I'm watching it fall into the waves and go out. "Oops."

A group of five people in a car, on a road trip. They stop at a sushi place and one of them goes off to try to pick up a woman he saw outside. Two of the others say something, sheepish, about how they've been hitting the 'family' note a little too much on this trip, it must have freaked him out, and now he's proving to himself how unattached to them he is. They don't mind.

There's a portrait, tall and very narrow, of a woman standing in front of a Buddhist grave marker. The woman who was the subject of the portrait is standing in front of the painting, looking at it. A strange reptile-like creature steps out of the painting of the grave, and I know this is her dead son.

There's a memory gap - next fragment I remember clearly is in a dark space with three exits, an entrance to an afterlife, and the woman's talking with her son, who now looks more or less as he did in life - human - although there are shadows clinging to him in a shape suggesting a tail, and he's standing halfway in one of those three exits, with flames around his feet. They'd been saying something about how that exit's not for her, after she tried to hug him and he stopped her. She says, "Mommas hurt, darling. Men die." Then she vanishes.

So after several nights of crappy sleep and poor recall it is finally back to almost normal. May have been some of the meds I was taking not sure though. I remember at least 3 or 4 separate dreams, unfortunately no lucids.

1. Doing yard work in my back yard. A DC was watering spots of the yard in no systematic order at all. My daughter found something in the yard that was small and inside the grass. I looked and saw a sort of snail and I sprinkled some salt around and on it. It seemed to grow bigger as I messed with it. I used a stick or carrot or something and put it by its mouth which it latched and grew bigger and bigger. it started coming at me a bit trying to get my arms and at me in general. ended up being the size of a medium/large snake which I grabbed and threw down a hill in my yard towards the neighbors fence, which it rolled under and was gone. I headed inside the house and next to the back door was a type of planter box area. it was a wood structure and had 6 or 8 large square cubby holes, each with a different habitat in them. 1 area had gophers another had ants and another termites. I don't remember what others were. I got some termite killer from somewhere and dumped it into the ant part. Some splashed up in my mouth as well as some dirt and I ran into the house and spit in the sink, I got some out of my mouth and realized there was some food being prepared in the sink. Not sure of a transition here so I chalked it up into a different dream.

2. The next few dreams are all scrambled together so not sure if they were all one or not but I will split them up. In a house/hotel, pretty large with 3 or 4 floors. In a foreign country. I had just gotten there and headed out to find something to eat with a few DCs. Wound up at a pizza joint and others were now my family. we had placed our order ahead of time but apparently called the wrong place with our order. the wrong place called the place we were at and told them of this. we wound up getting the pizza and had put some tables together. I ate so much that I made myself sick to my stomach. I went down stairs since now I was in our house and made myself throw it up.

3. Still in foreign place back in hotel. I had set up where I was going to sleep right by the front door on like the desk. I realized this was going to be very loud at night and looked around at the other places around there to sleep. they were all taken up. there was something playing over the intercom system throughout the building, it believe it was a comedy skit or something of that nature. I was trying to find a good place to hear it from but could find no where to sit. The first floor was really crowded so I went up two floors. there were fewer people but all of the tables were taken up. the rooms were very colorful, multiple colors in each room. there was a big window with a cliff/mountain close by that I could see and there were people sitting on it. I headed toward the balcony trying to find a good place to hear the broadcast, it got quieter. I went back in the room and found another room with very few people in it so I sat against a wall on the floor. Later on or even before this I was helping with a group who was getting food together for everyone in the hotel, which was many thousands of people. There was a table area with others prepping the food.

4. Driving with a DC. he was on the phone talking about area we were in, Japan? Over speed bumps and through the streets. when we would up where we were going to a gated area I was driving. I tried to go left through the gate but it was yellow caution taped off. I got close to the tape and others I was with were concerned with what I was doing. I backed up and parked and decided we would just walk into the area and not drive. there were many other people coming in a big line to get in. I was driving an older 80s type pick up truck like a chevy or a GMC which was kinda beat up.

So not a very interesting dream but at least I could remember some of it.

This dream was very different and random. There were several points of transition of which I don't recall, so none of the events can connect at all, but it was still an interesting series of events.

The first dream I briefly recall being inside my grandparents' home. I believe I'm all alone here, that is until I begin investigating the area. I go upstairs and look around for awhile until coming across my grandma's room(which is in a different room than in real life), and I see she is sitting on her bed. I go in to see what she is doing and she informs me she is leaving to go somewhere. I say okay and she leaves. I'm very confused however, as she said she plans on driving, and she doesn't drive.

I don't recall the transition, but the next part of the dream I find myself leaving a building with my family. They all enter the car with the exception of my brother and I and drive off. I'm very upset that they'd leave us here like this, so I pull out a MK3A1 Jackhammer automatic shotgun and fire off a full magazine at the car and then reload it.

They don't come back, so I decide to do what is (not) best. I now aim the shotgun at an approaching car and the driver stops. A woman probably in her mid-twenties steps out with her hands up and runs away screaming. My brother and I get in and I strap in.
"Don't tell Dad about this." I say.
I rest my hand on the gear shift, ready to put the car into drive when I feel a sudden guilt. I tell my brother to get out of the car and we both exit. We begin to run off into the woods near by and come out into a large field. Near by there are some line trees and the street is about fifty yards away. I now hear a sound that would normally not affect me, but right now it is the last thing I want to hear: police sirens. My brother begins running towards the street without me and he runs into the cops immediately. I run to the pine trees to try and get away. The cops are coming from everywhere! There is no escape. I now notice a pine bush and I jump down and try to use it to hide. The dark sky will aid me since I'm wearing a black jacket as well. A few heavily armed policemen now walk by and search around, but to my surprise they cannot find me and move along. I take this opportunity and make a run for it. I find myself on a street under the lights. The road is empty minus a single woman who is standing topless in the road for some reason. Upon seeing me she puts her bra on. I'm hopelessly confused right now, I'm not sure when exactly, but around this time I become lucid. A man now comes by and he begins to have sex with the woman. Feeling slightly uncomfortable I move on and think about what I should do, and then I remember the task of the month. I need to go somewhere I shouldn't be while being invisible. I find a door in the middle of the road. It seems like a pointless door, but I can make it a portal. I now snap my finger and attempt to look at myself. There is only a very thin black outline of myself. I go through the door where there are many women and one man, and they all begin to talk about taking their clothes off. Oh God, yeah I'm definitely out of place. I now walk into the middle of where they're all sitting and they manage to notice me. I see I'm now visible again and I run back outside. I don't recall much more afterwards until I awake.

#262 - WILD - 4:55AM
WBTB 4AM: 4 peppermint green tea bags

I wake from a short non lucid dream and roll over to glance at the clock. I feel really wakeful, but with much effort, I relax my mind enough to get back to sleep. After a few minutes, I start lose my concentration but I notice vibrations and that's enough to pull me back just a bit. I begin to feel really excited and my heart rate increase but I manage to calm myself enough. I focus on the vibes for a moment to maintain the transitional state. After a moment I start trying to "move".

After some effort I suddenly and unexpectedly I roll out of bed landing face first on the floor. I pick myself up but feel something like the sheets attached to my head and back making any movement sluggish. I ignore it the best I can and walk away. After a few steps I feel free but I stagger around like a drunk man.

When I reach the main room, I realize I am totally blind. I decide to combat this by thinking about what the room should look like in the day time. After a few seconds the lights sort of fade in and I see in full vivid color. I am pleased, but also a little surprised this worked so well. I feel like I have gained some equilibrium and begin walking toward the front door. I can't help but notice sunlight filtering in through the blinds as I make my way outside.

When I step out on the porch I notice that it feels very cold even-though all the snow has melted in this version of reality. I don't like this so I shout out loud, "I am impervious to cold!" I am always amazed that I don't talk in my sleep when I shout so I do it few more times paying close attention to the odd sound of it. After the cold fades, I try to remember my goals. The basic TOTM comes to mind; Ask a DC for his or her resolution(s) for the new year. I immediately begin search around for a dream character.

The neighborhood looks way different than normal but I see nothing too crazy. There is a dark brown, old Ford pick-up parked at an unfamiliar house next door. I take a closer look and it appears to be running. As I start walking over, I notice a man sitting in the passenger side. He looks like Cousin Eddie from Lampoon's Vacation but a little chubbier in the face. I become way too excited that I found a DC so quickly and worry that I will wake up before I get close enough to talk to him. Because of the excitement, I deliberately walk slow and calm.

When I reach the truck, the man notices me and smiles. He seems genuinely happy to see me and gets out to greet me. He puts a hand up and we high five, but something odd happens. I get a double vision, like a dream glitch, of him connecting with my hand but also missing and hitting my face. I flinch a little but mostly try to ignore the strangeness. I decide to waste no more time and ask, "So, what's your new year resolution"?
He immediately answers, "Australian zebra zombie apocalypse."
I laugh a little and repeat it back making sure I got it right. He gives me a nod. Amused, but slightly annoyed I say, "Ok. That's not a new year resolution." Then, jokingly add, "you dick." Now, more serious, "No really. What is it?"
His reply was just as confusing as the first. With a flourish of his and ending with pointing at me he says, "Live from New Zebra, It's Saturday Night!"
I give up and just laugh. I play along, "Ok. Before the year's up, I want to see a bunch of zombie zebras from Australia on your porch." I punctuate my demand by making a swirling pointing gesture at this front stoop. I feel like I am done here and start to walk away, but quickly change my mind. I am actually enjoying this too much to leave and I can't think of my other goal. I lean my back on the side of his house as I ask another question, "So, what's going to happen to me today? Anything significant?"
He thinks for a second and begins to speak. but now the dream is fading. I faintly hear him say, "Oh no. Nothing special just...

I wake up.

Had 4 lucid dreams last night and severel chained DEILDs, don't really feel like writing them all up but I do want to write about my time dilation attempt.

Was walking aimlessly down a street while carrying a briefcase, looking for someone that I was supposed to give it to. After going through a few towns I came to a very poor neighborhood and got into a war between gangs and the SWAT team (I hid behind the SWAT). Became lucid and split my awareness into two bodies. One of my bodies was participating in the battle and one was standing outside, watching. I made the body participating in the battle and the entire scene slow wayyyyy down until they were barely moving. Then I started to go off to do cool stuff but I noticed that both my bodies were doing the same movements and so I tried to stop the one that was supposed to be really slow from doing it, couldn't do it and I woke up.

Fell asleep again, back in the battle and became lucid again, decided to just participate for fun. Found an exotic looking rifle on the ground and I attached a scope, but I never used it. The gang eventually overran the SWAT team and started pointing their guns at me, so I would grab them and take them apart really quickly and toss the parts aside. After doing that a few times this guy came out and said, "Okay, simulation over!" Then everybody dropped their fake guns and started cursing at that guy. The End!

Security breach
I'm in a kitchen, helping a guy I don't know with his fish tank. We're trying to fill it with fresh water, but each time we try we see a bunch of drops of nasty black oily stuff floating on top. Eventually, I just ask him for a large measuring cup. He doesn't know what I intend, but he gets down a four cup glass measuring cup from a cabinet. I hold it sideways and gently lower it into the tank near a bunch of the oily staff, and a lot of it flows right in. I dump it out (in the sink?) and go back to the tank. Already I got over half of the stuff. I do it again a couple more times and the stuff is pretty much gone.

Now I'm outside with my wife. The house is behind us, and very tall trees are all around us. As we're talking about something, I notice that a nearby tree has a light colored sedan held waaaay up high by some enormous spider webs. I stop in mid sentence and point it out. She looks at it nonplussed and says it's been there for a while. I try to think about what to do about it when I notice that some of the guys from church are here to deal with it. They've set up a block and tackle so they can lower the car without powered equipment. I'm surprised that they've set it up at ground level, but i don't think much more about it. Using a really thick rope hooked to the block and tackle, they gently lower the car. I point out the mechanism to my wife, since we'd been talking about how they work just the other day. We go over to look at it more closely. I'm amazed that with only four windings and only about five feet between the fixed and movable parts they could lower the car over a hundred feet.

Now we're back in the kitchen. My wife is offering me various hot drinks; I ask for one she hasn't mentioned but that I know we have. We start talking about playing a game. The games we've played recently have been fun, but long, and we're both in the mood for something shorter. We talk for a moment about a chess+checkers hybrid, but neither of us actually knows how to play it, so we decide against it (I think that on each turn we're supposed to move a chess piece first, then a checkers piece; but I can't quite remember). Now we're sitting at a small table playing checkers. I'm vaguely aware of the rules, but I haven't played in a very long time. My wife isn't much better off than I am. I'm red, she's black. Somehow, I've already gotten most of my pieces past hers. She makes a comment about having tried an aggressive strategy that didn't work out so well. Looking at my pieces, I realize that I've already got three pieces that have reached her side of the board. I look for a way to mark them as such, but not seeing anything handy nearby I just flip them over. They're an unusual design for checker pieces, being narrower on top than on bottom, so it's easy to tell which ones are up-side-down. We continue playing. I manage to knock off a couple of her pieces; she comes very close to getting a couple of mine, but I realize what's happening at the last moment and get my pieces to safety.

Now I'm having trouble seeing the whole board. For some reason, I'm having to scroll to see it, making it much harder for me to play. I find a preferences page with options for checker appearance. I try out a couple of odd looking ones, but I'm not a fan of how they look. I try to revert to the traditional design, but I end up with a "missing graphic" message where my token is. I stop fiddling with it, knowing I'll have to come back later to get it working right. I scroll down to my edge of the board and see a piece that's about to reach it. I hadn't realized she was so close! Then I realize that this isn't one of my wife's pieces. Has someone else joined the game? I pull up the list of connected players and see that, besides myself and my wife, there are two other uninvited players. At first, I assume that we accidentally left our game public; then I notice that the account owning the piece about to reach my side has a comment saying something about having root access to all trusted Church networks. I panic, kicking her from the game, then changing my passwords. My wife is getting impatient, but I tell her how important this is. We keep playing the game, but now my mind is on the intruder, wondering how she got in and how much damage she may have caused.

Now my wife and I are in the car, with her driving. We pass a pasture, and she points out an ancient gate with a latch that's nearly impossible to open or close. We talk about how sad it is that the animals only get a few minutes of pasture time a day because of the old latch. Now we're still in the car and I'm talking security stuff. I'm trying to figure out what to do to ensure the intruder, or another like her, can't mess with me again. I plan to create all new VPN keys and to change all my passwords. Beyond that, I'd previously taken the naive view that someone on the VPN could be trusted with full network access, but I now see that was foolish. I'm going to have to set up firewalls to partition the VPN, along with password protected gateways to allow access between networks only when authenticated.

Now we're walking into a subway station with my in-laws. As we walk onto the platform, the train is pulling out - except the "train" is actually the row of seats along the wall. My wife runs after them, beckoning for us to follow, and manages to sit on a seat near the end. I follow, but her parents stand indecisively. I call for her to get off since they aren't coming. She clearly doesn't want to but gets off just before the line of chairs leaves the platform. We return to her parents who say they have something they need to do before getting on a train. I have a brief vision of a young woman in a security booth flipping between camera feeds on a small black and white monitor. Now the four of us are walking down a dimly lit tunnel. We come across a room cut out of the stone with boxes all around the perimeter - it seems my inlaws want to buy some black market goods. My wife and I turn around and quickly walk the other way, not wanting to get caught up in whatever is going on here.

Now I see a room with high shelves in the back filled with empty cardboard boxes, ranging in size from boxes large enough to easily hold a man down to flat-pack boxes only a couple of inches thick. Someone makes a comment that this is a "hobo hotel" and that parts of it look more comfortable than where she sleeps. Now I see her: she's dressed up in a funny suit, kind of like Kiwi Blitz. She's preparing to fight one of the smugglers. He doesn't know it, but she's used something on the hobos to make them very protective of her. The fight starts out going well for her, as she's very nimble and can dodge any blows he tries to land. Eventually, she lets herself get hit in the shoulder. It's not a hard blow, but it's enough that her hobos become protective of her and start to swarm the guy. They're huge, hulking men, reminiscent of the brutes from Bioshock 2. Now the fight is over and she's going down a side passage.

Fragments:
I'm walking into a mall with a couple of other people. We're going in some kind of back / service entrance, which makes me a little nervous. We pass an open door on our right leading into an auditorium of some kind, but we ignore it, continuing on. Just past it we walk through a sensor that detects we're walking the wrong way and sets off an alarm. We quickly head back to the exit, not wanting to run into security.

I'm in our upstairs bathroom running the shower, trying to get the temperature right. My second daughter is standing between the toilet and the shower.

I'm downstairs in our family room. My second daughter is holding one of my PVC penny whistles, except it's about three feet long and has many holes all down its length.

Dream of: 02 January 2014 "Pieces Of The Puzzle"



you need a map to find your home

I'm walking around an unfamiliar area of a town, almost as if I'm lost and homeless. I pass by a construction sight where men are building houses, and then I come upon a small cottage which appears to be abandoned. I go inside and spend the night in the cottage. The cottage is furnished and seems comfortable, although I'm a bit concerned about staying here without permission. The next day, however, I talk with one of the construction workers who tells me that the cottage has been abandoned for a couple years and that no one comes around. Now I feel better about staying here and less afraid that someone will unexpectedly show up and claim ownership. I've heard that many houses have been abandoned around the country - like this one - and taken over by banks which don't take care of them.

After I've been in the house for about a month, Lee Seeley (one of my father's former employees whom I've known since the 1970s) shows up and invites me for a ride in a large recreation vehicle which he discovers sitting behind the house. I get on board and he drives and drives. I'm a little worried that the RV is stolen. If so, some police have probably seen a picture of it and are on the lookout for it. It looks as if we might also cross over a state line and I wonder if crossing over the line will constitute an even worse crime.

While Lee drives, I'm standing in the room in the back of the RV, beside a table on which is lying an unfinished puzzle on which I'm working. The puzzle pieces appear to be made of wood and most of the color is a soothing sandy color. I think the puzzle is actually a map of the Middle East from the Mediterranean to Afghanistan. I find a chunk of several pieces which are already interlocked and I lay them in the part of the puzzle which has already been worked. This chunk mostly shows Iran and the surrounding area. I'm happy to see the chunk matches up with other pieces in several different places as I fit it into place. It seems as if a young woman may be watching me as I proudly fit the chunk into place.

Lee asks me to drive for a while and I begin driving the hard-to-handle RV until we end up in Denver. I'm lost. I just keep driving down one highway after another. I ask Lee - who has a map - for directions, but he can't seem to tell me where to go. He's no help at all. I pass numbered road signs one after the other. I turn onto some roads where the mountains seem to hover around the perimeter.

Suddenly I see a sign with the number "11". I know that highway 11 is the main north-south artery through Denver. The road I'm on suddenly has seven or eight lanes of open highway on my left, and I believe those lanes are part of Highway 11. I ease over into the nearest lane, then suddenly realize that all the traffic is speeding toward me. Fortunately there is no traffic in my lane, but I must swerve back onto the highway I just left. Unfortunately, the two highways are splitting off from each other right in front of me and I don't think I'll have time to swerve back onto the highway I had been travelling. This is definitely not a good situation.

Dream Commentary

People work best together if they have a common goal.

Some of the out-of-body believers seem to be of the opinion that dreamers can actually meet and communicate in some ethereal place in their dreams. That kind of "actual" communication is not my goal. I'm focused on a different type of communication which can take place between dreamers through dreams. That communication is to be found in the dreams themselves. My goal in regard to the dream-writers whose dreams I read is fairly simple: I would simply like to dream about other dream-writers and send messages to them inside my written dreams. I would like to concentrate on dream-writers who are also dreaming about other dream-writers.

This dream is a reflection of the chaotic road I'm taking on reaching this goal. Partly because I'm not focused on any particular dream-writer, my dreams continue to be loaded down with my own personal history (I once spent almost eight months in an Iranian prison) and I feel as if I'm traveling against the traffic.

Although the Dream Journal is the best dream-writing site on the web, I see practically no dreams there of dream-writers who are overtly dreaming about other dream-writers. I'm not very familiar yet with the Dream Views web site, but I do see some dream-writers dreaming about each other there. I'm very impressed with their common goal of the Task of the Month and the Task of the Year on that site. The Task of the Year has just begun and it is excellent. I feel certain that dedicating some time to those tasks would help toward the goal of dreaming about other dream-writers.

I felt like the construction workers who were building houses in this dream could be interpreted as dream-writers on the Dream Journal. Busy, busy, busy. Building a better tomorrow.

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Date: 05 Jan

Noisy neighbors and dehydration = wbtb

I drift in and out of sleep. There's a short non-ld where I observe and discuss a huge dog, two other large dogs and their owners. We take pictures.

DILD: This one started right after the non-ld as separate dream. I was looking forward to an ld after the neighbor induced wbtb.

I begin to feel the surroundings and hear a gentle tune as if coming from a toy or a music box. I am aware. This time things happen much slower and I notice that indeed, it was dark around me and then suddenly I open my eyes and see. The room is bright and vivid and dream-like liquid. This is supposed to be our kitchen. I'm happy I noticed the opening of the eyes. In this official dream entry/realization moment the melody makes a concluding sound, it then starts again. I find one of those kid toys that produce similar effects and make it play. I still hear the gentle tune plus there is a second layer of slower modern music (like a techno beat) in the background. I enjoy this for a while, having the feeling that I left the tablet on and the music is seeping in the dream.

For my disappointment, I ascertain that there is no one here and I wanted to do the resolution task again. I approach the window and see that the neighbor's place is just below, there is a bed and his entire room is accessible. Without hesitating, I get down and end up in his bed, but then have second thoughts. Things look kind of real, what if this is rl and I am trespassing? I decide to do a nose plug, it fails, but I notice the feeling is somewhat different from rl. I'm kind of annoyed and can't remember any other RCs to confirm. Finally, I conclude that I probably wouldn't be that crazy to do this normally and resume my activities.

My hope was to find the neighbor in his room, but there's no one there so I go around. It's a huge apartment complex in an unknown place. I pass by the windows of a closed store, some really nice sweaters inside and I almost lose lucidity thinking about the brand and design. I continue on my way to see another store, also closed. It's dark on the streets, like the city in early morning with no people in sight, apart for a guy that goes in the direction where I came from. I think he is another neighbor and then the realization hits me that I can ask him. I go back and follow him to his place. He soon comes down being a completely different DC (tribal dots on his face) with two other DCs accompanying him. He claims they are neighbors. I also introduce myself as a his neighbor and ask him about his NY resolutions. He replies he doesn't have time now, because he just met the other neighbors and it's one per weekend thing.

I insist on getting my answer, "don't worry I am not going to bother you, just tell me what your New Year's resolution is". He starts talking but I can't catch the words, the sound is muffled. He mentions something about a woman and then after repeated questioning from my side finally replies "I want to be someone they always remember, always want to know". Oh, that is beautiful, I exclaim and repeat his sentence a few more times to commit to memory. Two other DCs come in. I try to remember my other tasks but before I do, the dream fades.

In this dream my family was making some sort of weird ice cream using quantum ice,which melts the instant you look at it. It also melts the in the same amount of time you matter how much mass the ice has. I have noticed that quantum ice was melting when my family making the ice cream.

In the next dream I was battling some sort of evil villain who hid behind a computer screen. I was almost being defeated when as a last resort I formed a 37-foot barrier to protect myself. I then fell from the barrier,as I fell I did a RC,however it was too late,I woke up with a tingly feeling in my arm.

working randomly here.

I started on the concrete dancing on the blacktop. i wanted to go below the ground to go to hell to meet the devil to have a "supernatural" experience and to rid myself of fear among other things. I craved for a hint of something demonic. I elbow dropped the black top and landed hard on the pavement. i tried again where there was red cajun sprinkled on the ground which to me was a portal to hell. i elbow dropped it again and fell through into the blackness. I used my arms to propel myself lower and lower and LOWER beyond the depths of hell. There was nothing but blackness for a minute. Soon enough, i was falling from space. The direction seemed to be pulling me towards earth, but i was in the earths atmosphere floating through the dancing clouds while beautiful classical music was being played. i contained my fear of free falling the whole time while i was suspended in the air on a chair. I just let the scene play and let it takes its course until roommates woke me up.

BACKTRACK

Some girl was trying to comfort a guy who seemed stressed. He was saying how she didn't feel his pain and complaining. Another guy told me that he was a war veteran. I approached the heavy set stressed bald dude and put a hand on his shoulder and said, "i don't feel your pain or know what you've been through, but I wish you the best my man". He gave me a head nod in acknowledgment and he gave me a one armed hug. I used a two arm hug and almost squeezed the tears out of him. He pulled out his wallet and i was like, "whoa....no money needed for empathy man". And he shook his head and said, "no, here is my card.....call me". After walking outside, one of my friends (Darryl) asked for the number on the card and i refused to give it to him...probably because i felt that he wasn't "worthy" or whatever and that he specifically gave it to me for a reason, but I wish i had at least looked at the piece of paper to see what was on it, but I didn't.

BACKTRACK

I was in third person and watching the top of a tower on a (cartoon?) TV channel. I think the label said CBS and had the tag of a song (Bizzy Bone). The view scrolled from the top of the tower to the bottom quickly and it felt like an uncomfortable wild rollercoaster ride. This happened on two different towers.

FAST FORWARD (HORROR MOVIE)

I AP'ed out of my bed and decided to explore my room. Roommate wasn't there, and the apartment was completely different. I laid back down in bed paralyzed and a pitbull was at my feet and the owner called him back. This was one of the many times when i was paralyzed in bed during this one session. I felt evil spirits around me but i warded them away with my courage. After that, I decided that I was a bad ass and even more evil than them telling them that they couldn't fuck with me. There was still nothing but blackness. Then "horror" words began popping up one by one...."EVIL" "HORROR" were the only ones i can remember. Then a movie came on the screen in third person. It started in some underground place and a few people were there. This is all i can remember.

I was lucid the WHOLE time and kept looking down at my hands to perform RC's and my pinky and ring finger were only stumps. I told Makyla to look at my freaky fingers.