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Legend: Non-Lucid , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

Underground Church Infiltration:
My sister is trapped in an underground church. Me and a friend make our way down there. As we enter the cavern, it's massive and lit up by underground lava flowing below us. There are monsters patrolling along the church and there's a group of them at another structure by the church. My friend goes into a nearby room and does something. Either he's collecting information or just being afraid and hiding. I make my way into the church. I run in with two swords and aggro the first demon ( the format of the dream switched to dark souls style, which is a video game ). I get killed and make another attempt. This time, i have a long cable and i end up choking someone with it. This is all i can remember of this dream.

Next dream, I'm at my school, we're playing some sort of game. I have a blowpipe and i'm shooting other students which become "infected" once they get shot. I then befriend a guy that tries to fight me. And finally, this dream ends with me watching some sort of video in the principals office. After this dream, i have some fragment about me killing Xenomorphs.

I was in my house but everything seemed different. My walls were red and candles were lit. The room was a mess too. I thought to my self I must be dreaming because my house is never like this.
So once I realized I was dreaming I thought of something to do. I remembered reading something online that I wanted to try out. The thing I wanted to try out was to create an original painting. So I turned around and told my self, "when I turn around, an original painting by me, will be on the wall behind me." It worked. I tried this two other times. On the last painting there was ghostly figure in there. I looked at it for 3 seconds and then it ran to a door then opened it (inside the painting) and ran out. When this all happened I heard creepy music, but when the ghostly figure wasn't in the picture anymore it stopped. After I went to a door in the room and I wanted to go to a place that was less creepy so I said, "when I open this door i'll be at a park. But it didn't work. When I opened the door I was outside in my front yard and the ghostly figure was there, Sitting on a rocking chair. I didn't interact with it. I decided to fly away. I don't have much experience with lucid dreams but I guess flying comes naturally to me because I have never had problems with it. I flew high over the trees. Everything seemed swampy and the trees were close together. I kept flying and I saw two blue, run-down abandon houses. I was going to go and explore them but I remember that I pressed snooze on my alarm clock right before I entered the lucid dream. So I kept flying since my time was going to run out and a few seconds later my alarm woke me up.

I was dreaming that i was in military force but it wasnt from this world or time. I had abilities where i could run in the walls and weird powers. There where other people in my force we all where called by our leader to some room where he gave us direction and files for our next mission. I looked at the files and noticed we were fighting against my friends country and my friend was their special force member. I remembered that the villages we were attacking was good and wondered our leader decision. Once we were told to leave i started to speak with my squad and asked what they thought about this and why our leader was acting so weird and scary. They thought the same thing and we decided to meet go invesitigate our leaders home. We ran in wall jumped from building to building until we reach into this house (This felt amazing i the impact of jumping wall to wall and finally hitting ground from a tall buildin which hurt my feet which make the experience more awesome). We saw weird black void in our leaders yard. Then there became some weird scary creature what looked somewhat human. We started fighting it while we realized that our leader was going to start something huge with that thing. I experienced this fight trough all of my squad and used their different abilities to fight it. The fight spread into the whole town and we were fighting by jumping all over air and buildings roofs. We used weirds abilities which would be too long to explain here.
The creature got away and we lost our squad memeber which made us burst in anger and we decided to leave the town and find whats going on. We left town and met former traitors of this town which were in their 40s and former heroes they explained everything. Many town had gotten into war at this point and we fought with battlefield with these incredeably powerfull former heroes. It ended soon after that i felt this with all of my sense i remember feeling every impact, pain, smell and hearring many sounds.

Lucid dream:
I got out of my bed it was morning and went to get a shirt but i noticed a little scratc in my cabinet door which made wonder i didnt have scratch in my door yesterday. I though this must be lucid dream looked at my hands and they were little greenish and thought yeah this is a lucid dream. I walked towards my window but everything seemed too normal so i shouldnt risk it by doing something stupid because if this were reality so i have to make 100% this aint dream. I said if i can go trough this window i dont have to then worry about anything and i got trough felt really cool. I was outside and said this is really realistic compared to my recent lucid dream so i started flying a dream character joined me. I always wanted to use swords from games and movie and tried pulling from my pocket a swords but it didnt work but then i saw on ground a pile of swords of different movies and videogames that i always wanted to try and i was like wow this is so lucky and tried to grab one of them but then i woke up and though fucking unconsciouness do you always have to fuck with me. AARGHHH. everytime im lucid and get to the point where i finally start doing something cool i wake or annoying dream character does something so twisted and annoying.

In this dream I was visiting some fancy rich family and I had my horse with me. I assured them that my horse was potty trained, and enquired whether their stable was equipped with a potty that a horse could use. I had the impression that I wanted to out compete them on the fancier than though front.

Night of January 1, 2014. Wednesday.



Just recently (on the main dream journal site), I posted an entry about an “unknown” and/or “primitive” sun symbol…a black bird…and so on…

I am walking along as if lost. I am greatly annoyed by the sounds and smells of cars. A young Barbara Steele drives up in a white Cadillac Coupe De Ville. There is no conversation. Eventually it is my wife, then the actress again (what — another “revolving” character already?) Some distant memory comes back and we are near “The Temple of the People”. It dawns on me in some sort of “oh no” realization that the ankh may represent Hathor, a more “divine” version and long-term “code” of my wife ever since I can remember (Hathor, HVathOR, Horvath…) which reminds me of a long letter I got years ago from a person from the Theosophy group which had been typed on a very old typewriter (even for those days) but which I no longer have, I do not think. At any rate, I am handed a comic book from my childhood…“77 Sunset Strip” - which has a symbol similar to the one I dreamed of (and posted) very recently, the Peruvian girl one. Not only that, a similar symbol is shown in a photo in the last publication released by the Theosophy group (which turned out to be eerily postcognitive)…I must be dumber than I thought…Barbara gazes at me as if losing patience with something. I have the “Cowsills” comic I have already posted on…and feel a bit uneasy. “Vola Con Noi,” she says seriously.

I turn it upside down to note the “S 77 is mod” message and ponder it. I had vaguely connected it with “77 Sunset Strip” in the past. I say “is mod…is modern…(long pause, followed by terror)…is MODIFICATION…” and so…“flash”…

I am with my wife as if we first met; for a time I get the impression of only a human-shaped form of light. Later we are at the fountain in Brisbane where we were when we first spent time together in public. The Cowsills sing, “See the sun…” (after a bit of vivid light rain, reflections, and intimacy “raindrops falling on her, she didn’t seem to care…”), “and I knew (chorus: I knew, I knew, I knew, I knew) it was Armageddon (chorus: geddon, GEDdon, geddon)”. But that is okay, we have our own new Universe “emerging” from somewhere(?) and a “new beginning”. I hardly notice the land disintegrating around us. Meanwhile, “Captain Sad and his Ship of Fools” (all of humanity - do not ask how they all fit on one boat) sail off into a black sunset in a yellow sky (that is, the sun is black - it creates a sort of wary perception - almost threatening, like looking at a bee) and a black bird flies above the ship. (The flip side of that 1968 record was “Path of Love”, same year as an Italian release, apparently - “Vola Con Noi” - ‘We Can Fly’.)

4 dreams, that were Lucid. First, was on the stairs at my home. Peering over the couch, I saw my mom and another person. Checked my hands, became Lucid. Mom and person tried to tell me I was not dreaming. Also, the dream was very real. Changed numbers on TV...? Woke up, did IILD. Was in my school courtyard. Lots of kids on the commons. Looked at hands, became Lucid. Woke up. Next lucid, IILD. Came into dream conscious. Walked down a very dark path, in a green room? Ran into a family who lived there? Woke up, did IILD one more time. Remember being Lucid, but not the dream itself.

Updated dream signs: School, unknown person, numbers changing, struggle, Dim, Courtyard

Today i dreamt i was on my apartment. I was yelling
"Clarity!" a few times, and i noticed the dream environment
was getting more sharper, but my body wasn't still in the dream environment
although it is a great improvement
the ground of the building got sharper and also the sky.

Wasn't really trying to lucid dream last night, or recall anything, and i hadnt taken the vitamins i usually do so it's hard to remember:

I was about 30 feet underwater, just swimming around in an empty ocean. I remembered I needed to breathe, so I just took in a deep breath. That was a dream sign for me, and I became lucid. I decided I wanted to become a dolphin so I could swim faster, and I did. I didnt want to stop because it felt amazing. After an unclear amount of time, I started to lose some lucidity so I tried to stabilize. I usually look at my hands to do this, but I was a dolphin.... So I just turned myself back into human and was on land. The stabilization kind of failed, and I had a false awakening.
That's all i can remember.

I was with an older man who wished to show me something on an island of some sort in a truly abandoned and isolated territory with lots of vegetation and uneven ground. Large rocks...streams...and nature basically.He had me convinced with the sound of adventure to tag along.
I recall myself having the appearance of a boy with short, dark hair. I followed him through pathways, in which collapsed afterwards. It made me uneasy, but he assured me it will be okay.
This adventure had to do with some sort of treasure-hunt I believe, and there were traps involved...or more like hostile creatures. Over a streaming river, I followed him towards the bottom of a bridge and crouched down into that compartment with him. He told me to stay leaned flat against the walls.

That made sense when a whole ton of wasps/hornets came flying with large stingers darting towards us, only to hit a stone wall. He stated that their speed prohibits them from controlling their direction. I peered up at the bridge and saw a flashing red light, only to realize it was a bomb. He told me to wait there...but no, I couldn't. I believed the bomb would destroy the whole place and kill us all. My family was here too. I darted out rebelliously and somehow knew another route in which wasn't blocked. He went after me, but not in a run or anything. Just a moderate walking speed. I lifted up a piece of wood as a ramp and used it to climb up, then dashed to my family by the cars in which should have been boats to me.

I told them we needed to leave. Leave before the bomb set off, and leave before that guy came after me again. For some reason, he gave me unease.
Of course, my family was slow and when we got into the car, he was at their window...I believe he got a ride in one of the cars, and I knew I failed miserably.

Ok well I was out of town and didn't have the time to do these on a daily basis.

29Dec13

I took notes on this one after the fact, a couple dreams after and wrote the night after I had it so it was pretty fuzzy.

I was dating or met and started dating a girl. There was another girl (her friend) who was dating one of my friends. Bars and clubs. Rode a bicycle with both of them down a street and going up and down street curbs. Other girl began to go crazy and tried to steal my car, I got in passenger side and pulled e-break so she couldn't take it. Ended up at a show where both of them had been performers. I took a seat for the show in a theater in the second row down, had to pass a few people and sat next to an older lady who had to move her leg or her purse. The intro was someone from the dukes of hazard apologizing for the crazy girl not being there and sorry they could not perform that night. The second act started with tall skinny girls dancing, they were all fully clothed from head to toe in heavy woven fabric doing crazy dancing.

30Dec13

This one I went lucid in and took notes right when I woke up. There was a lot more before this but I only remember snippits.

Started with me on a ship. I was going to the aft end and up a couple of decks. I went outside to see how the deck looked to see what shape it was in. For some reason I was carrying a blanket. Anyways when I got there it was really rusted but it looked like it had been freshly painted in some spots. In the water was clouds of stuff either dirt or rust. I turned around to head in and at this point is was night. A girl who worked for me was standing there and was very sad. I talked to her and found out that her husband had died. I asked from what and she said it was something crazy like malaria. I consoled her and hugged her deeply and for a long time. She climbed into my lap like a child would and straddled me. A few more people showed up there or were there and I just noticed. I knew or had the feeling that her husband was a jerk and bad for her. I told her that she should go out with another girl that was there and they should tear up the town, trying to break up the tension. Another girl crawled up to the girl who was very young, maybe 2 and I was surprised she was there by herself. I told the girl that I would take care of everything with her husband and left. I got up and started climbing stairs up and thought, "oh I have a lot to do, stressful" this was a cue to do a reality check, hands, fingers were 5, 6, 7 nice.

LUCID: I thought of flying up the rest of the way and then remembered I was working on anchoring. I looked at my hands in detail, wrinkles and hairs, moved closer to the light to get better detail. I now felt anchored! I was half way up stairs but now I was climbing up boxes. I climbed to the top and now I was on a stack of boxes and crates in a big open area, still on a ship. I anchored again since I was in a new place. Once I finished thought what should I do? I thought try to shoot fire balls from your hands? why not? This was one thing I had on my bucket list. I put my hand in the air and did some moving and thought and some words and said "fire!" and threw my hand forward. The ball went it was a ball a little bigger than a baseball, it was kind of a puttering fire ball, it was black and then on fire and black and kind of moved this way and that way. This is not the type of ball I wanted to shoot. I imagined more what I wanted it to look like and threw another. Much better it went faster and kept fire and straight. I threw it towards a couple of people and they jumped out of the way. I threw several of them all around me at people. fun. How about ice? I then threw ice balls around me in a similar fashion, these were just like snow balls. Then I tried electricity/lightning, my favorite by far. Balls of light went and when they hit gave the DC they were thrown at a nice jolt. To my right there were a couple people who looked like they were going to retaliate, so I began to use both hands and threw a barrage of fire balls towards them. Needless to say there was no retaliation. There was this really large guy behind me who I had thrown a couple of balls at and he dodged, I hit him with lightning and it zapped him. I finished throwing balls and climbed down the boxes. He was kind of mocking me so I thought of something else I could do, a "finishing move" I guess. So I threw both my hands in the air and said "Meteor!" and brought them down, at this point it began to rain meteors and got the mocker. I was thoroughly pleased with myself. I headed toward a door that was in front of me to further explore. As I reached toward a door knob the big guy grabbed my leg and pleaded with me not to go. I kind of stressed a little bit since he was so big and I didn't know if I could get him off of me. I shook once and he went off a bit. I started getting a bit mad and thought that if I couldn't get him off he was going to get it, I didn't have a plan for it but it was going to be rough for him. I did one more shake and he was off. I opened the door and walked into a neighborhood. The grass was green, it was a nice blue sky. The neighborhood was nice and I had just stepped out of the front door of a mid sized house, stucco siding and the clay shingles on the roof, 2 story. The house next door was similar as well. I noticed a big tree with green leaves. The road was a light blue like it hadn't finished loading the color yet. I practiced anchoring and probably didn't do it for long enough. I began walking toward the house next door and contemplated what I was going to do, break into the house? whoosh... out of the dream.

31st - Not much recall and only snippits.
The funeral of a friend and a moment of silence.
Waiting for others when I was leading, they would not follow. it was a mall like area.

1st - Not much recall and only snippits again but maybe an OBE?
Main thing I remember is falling asleep, I felt dream bodyish and just kind of rolled out of my body. I looked back in my bed and saw my wife sleeping, I didn't' see me.... or did I? My mind was playing tricks on me but it was definitely a dream now that I am remembering. I never became fully lucid since my mind convinced me I was just up from bed, don't remember what happened after that.

Morning of January 1, 2014. Wednesday. This is the second longer dream of the new year…I am almost certain I have had this scenario in part, at least a few times, as a young teenager, but have not checked.



It is the time and location of “The Chrysalids”. Prudence Wender (Prudence Farrow) is in isolation and finally moves to the Fringes, but goes back to see family on a regular basis (up until a point where it is not feasible due to a “revolution” of sorts). The Fringes is ruled by the Beatles, but mostly John “Spider-Man” Lennon. Someone of the normal human colony tells me “meditation lets in demons” (a comment I have seen in real life a few times - assuming they were actually serious, which frankly, is hard to believe, but then…“look around” as they sing in “Dear Prudence”) and I say “if meditation lets in demons, then when you actually sleep, you must become Satan” (Well, it follows the logic assuming one believes in such things which I do not).

The “normal” region is ruled by farmers and judgmental politicians (to keep any diversity of any kind from unfolding - even the usual natural diversity - cannot have actual truths scaring people) much as in the story. Obviously, neither “normal” society (although I enjoy farms in real life and would not mind living on one again) or the Fringes is suitable for me and my group. “Dear Prudence” is one of my favorite Beatles songs (second-favorite bass-line of any song). New Zealand (“Sealand”), for some inexplicable reason is mostly Native American and Romani, led by Buffy Sainte-Marie, yet they have large helicopters to “rescue” certain people from the other two locations and are the most developed.

Michael the telepath fails to reach the helicopters. Instead, he climbs a rope (thinking it to be a line from one of the “Sealand machines”). It turns out to be a rope from a basket being played by a Hindi man and only goes up so far (based on the East Indian rope trick). Too bad. Paul McCartney stands around playing acoustic guitar and singing (“Can you take me back where I come from?”).

I mistakenly end up on a jungle vine and swing around like a pitiful Tarzan (apparently someone is filming all this - the Fringes people, it seems, or a group of reporters that follow them). However, unlike the others, I am the only one that gets to Sealand where my wife had already been living (actually only having lived in Australia, not New Zealand). Pegasus comes and I ride comfortably to a helipad (this likely being a variation on the hundreds of prior times involving “Faithful and True”, but usually without wings). Interestingly, the giant Sealand metropolis also has deep forests integrated with certain areas, and we head there. I cannot wait to feel a sense of normalcy and peace.

Dream of: 16 December 2013 "The Fortune Teller"

I'm on the large business lot which my father owns in New Boston, Ohio. Recalling that my father has rented out the brick office building on the lot to a fortune teller, I decide to have my fortune told. I've never even met the fortune teller before, but I have the feeling that her name is Rosita. I walk into the building and I meet her. She's a black-haired gypsy-type (probably in her mid 30s) with bright red lipstick. She's attractive but I'm not attracted to her. We face each other and she scrutinizes my face. I don't really believe in fortune-telling to begin with, but I think this might be interesting. I decide to show no expression because I don't want to give her any facial cues. I slightly smile once, but I quickly stop because I don't want to betray any hints about what I'm thinking. As she stares at me, her face puckers up and her eyes cross so they're both looking straight at her nose. She is perplexed, almost catatonic, as she tries to figure me out. She finally stops and walks outside.
*I look around the room. Until now, I hadn't paid any attention to the interior. Three plush maroon armchairs are sitting in one corner. A couple attractive antique wooden bureaus are sitting against one wall.
I look outside and notice that quite a few people are gathered out there in front of the building and on both sides. I start thinking that this might not be a good time to have my fortune told since so many people are outside and the fortune teller could be making money by telling their fortunes.
I walk outside and see a slightly chubby woman (about 30 years old) who had come here with me. She's dressed in off-white. I had forgotten about her (she indistinctly resembles Fuzzyant, a woman whose dreams I first started reading on the Dream Journal web site in 2009). I tell her that I'm going to go ahead and leave.
The fortune teller and I then walk back inside the building and I tell her I think I'll wait and come back another time because she could make some money from the other people. I also say "You owe me," because I paid her $20 to tell my fortune, and she still hasn't done anything. I reflect that she makes her appointments by phone, but I don't want to simply call her later and tell her that I'm coming to see her. I tell her I'll wait until one day when I see only one car here. Then I'll stop and wait until she's finished with that one person. She agrees with me and she walks back outside.
I'm sitting on the side of a bed and I'm ready to stand up, when a tall slender fellow walks in from outside. Around 30 years old, he's wearing a white tee-shirt and looks like a redneck. He's carrying a rifle which he points at the wall behind me, and fires. He then turns the rifle toward the west wall and fires again. For a moment, it doesn't even fully register with me what he's done, but when I finally realize that he's shooting holes in the white stucco walls, I order, "Get out, buddy".
He takes offense and he fires the rifle again. I'm surprised the rifle is able to be fired so many times. As he starts to walk out a door in the rear of the building, he turns back around and points the rifle right at me. I blurt, "You crazy bastard." He turns and walks out of the building. I just sit here, feeling numb, leaning over on the bed.

This is the first dream (first hour, in fact) of January 1, 2014. Wednesday.



My dream mostly involves watching a live stage and audience-participation performance of “Ragtime Cowboy Joe” that keeps going on and on…and on. It actually gets fairly tedious and there is a mechanical bull contest as well. Even a barbershop quartet sings it as they move to various locations around the Concordia in Wisconsin (setting), where my father performed it in real life years ago (as well as on the radio shows many years back), the hall of which seems filled with people from various time periods, even the “roaring twenties”. There is also a loose association with “Table Top Joe” (“Alice” album by Tom Waits).

Real-life memories come back indirectly and then more fully. I had planned a “jumping-jack” puppet show using thinner but commercial cardboard cutouts (from the Popsicle product) and Popsicle sticks, but decided it was not professional-looking enough. It was “Ragtime Cowboy Joe” we (the other students and I) had planned. Instead, I basically ruined the show with a dog hand-puppet and my voice could not be heard so I just introduced the next classmate (who could not hear me until I slowly yelled his name a couple of times - ironically he is now a well-known singer based in Germany), accidentally (absentmindedly) calling his seashell collection “rocks”. He was not quite prepared yet and did not look too happy and blundered his way through the names and locations in a seemingly sad voice.

That memory triggers a similar later real-life scene (from fifth grade, likely because of the line “How they run, when they hear this fellow’s gun” of the former song) where I used finger-puppets. (Can you imagine someone in fifth grade using finger puppets at a performance in this day and age?) It was a family of rabbits. I can still remember “Bang bang went the gun, see the little rabbits run” which I intoned so mechanically, the whole class sat dazed. My face felt hot for an hour. However, I was involved with other shows that were not that bad.

The third memory before shifting back to the maddening crowd is when my father made a life-sized jumping-jack puppet from thin wood and old antenna cord, representing a “Martian”.

These are the two dreams from last before last night - Sylvester was properly partied in real-life - so I only have fragments from last night.
Unfortunately do I write out the following dreams only now - there was more about them - anyway - they still belong into the competition - so here are their skeletons:

Dream one:

First there was a text, written by my father, which I had to publicly read - and I wanted to slip out of that somehow - not liking it.
I did read it though - and now forgot, how that went.
Later I had Goethe for a visitor - made him tea, that I remember - and he wrote something for me.
A short story. And I didn't like it either.
But it was dedicated to me - and my father put it into a frame (just one page) and hung it on the wall.
I remember being happy not to have to read that publicly as well.

Dream two:

My favourite dream-house - our old one - and I had separated a two-room-flat from it - freshly renovated.
It was supposedly hindering my mother selling the house - me living there and the flat freshly built.
Yepp - it was partly built onto the house in some way - at attic hight.
With a beautiful mosaic floor.
And I had a sight towards a roof gable of another house, which had united with a tree - and a sentient tree at that - a mixture of gable and fairy-tale tree-face.
We talked - but I forgot about what.
There was also an estate agent wanting to sell the house, who complained about me having left the heating on - I told him that I live there now, and he can't sell the house - he agreed and left.

Sorry for the jumble - but this "time between the years" - x-mas to now - is not exactly well suited for dreaming-activities in my case - too much tohuwabohu going on.

Start off in a building running away from zombies, after running for a while, i get surrounded.
I escape through a narrow gap in the horde.
The keep scraping me with their hands and grabbing onto me, but i brush them off.
Suddenly i'm in the corner of a right-angle corridor, and 5 people are here. A fat zombie boss emerged, and there was one guy with loads of weapons.
He handed them out ot all of us, then i ran away.
I realise i'm not being chased and the other guys are nowhere to be found.
I slowly start walking back, and realised they all died.
*Dream Becomes Lucid*
I fire my gun at them, but only water tricles out, its a plain water gun.
As they are closing in all directions, I scream to wake up, but it comes out as a whisper, then i wake up.
*Throughout this there were false awakenings*