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First Dream:

I saw a rabbit sitting in a meadow - a fat one - not the wild ones - like they are held as pets.
It somehow looked sinister - it looked into my eyes and something was wrong.
In the fur appeared (yes - I had noted it not being there before) a piece of paper with handwriting.
And it said, once I had touched the paper and such the rabbit - it would be my curse.
And it was - I didn´t get rid of it - not possible to lock it in somewhere - not even to lock me in somewhere - he always came through and needed to be fed a lot - which was not a nice sight, more like a vulture in eating style. Also it kept looking at me nastily.
When I plotted with a friend, how to kill it - it got aggressive and started biting and being toxic.
We managed somehow, though - to get rid of it - only for me to then have the same problem, just in much bigger with an enormous black dog - sheep-size.
Similar story - but end of the dream was - dog locked in in a car - me feeling safe for a while (why ever - they always broke out..).


WBTB after 6 hours of sleep - in my sleeping position on my stomach WILD try.
This time really concentrating on my mantras and not falling asleep in no time like last stomach try.
Eventually I gave up and rolled to the other side - fell asleep.
Had one of the in the house of this friend´s parents dream - much less nervy than usual.
Actually with a weird twist - I had looked at photos from ages ago, that he made irl, when I finished school.
And I accused him of having made great copies on photo-paper for my friends - and I was supposed to get them later - being "family" - with me it was okay to not be ready, when he said so..
That´s even true - still don´t have them..
And lo and behold - his mother was on my side.

Maybe that was so unusual - don´t know - did a RC - looking at hands and counting fingers - sure enough they got more and more with the counting.
Dream very unstable - and I forgot to stabilize or think of my goals..
Woke up - and was again, which is nice - able to DEILD right back in.

Not much good it did me - again only RC - and I actually must have forgotten something.
Because I had a reason, to want up a tree - and can´t remember it.
There was a leaf-tree close - with thin branches with leafs in my reach.
What I did think was - lucid - I should have the strength to just grab up and up and go up that tree like an ape.
Nope - the last scene was me hanging maybe 1 meter over the ground, having my arms slung around a bunch of branches.

I dreamed that the British Museum had a large hole of limestone in the floor, which was actually a portal. When you jumped into it, you were shot out in a temple on this little planet no bigger than like 50-100 meter in diameter. Other than the temple and the cracked ruins surrounding it, the planet was largely covered by vegetation and forest, almost like a jungle, but not as tall.



When looking at the sky, you would see a MASSIVELY sized sun, about ten times the sun on our normal real life sky. The sun looked almost exactly like the picture below which I found by Google the day after having the dream. Only difference being that it was orange-yellow and there were compass markers on the sides for some reason.



While discovering the planet, some people who lived there talked to me, but I don't recall what they were saying - it was probably gibberish.

Dream 1 : [COLOR="#800080"]I am on a mountain with a lot of people. We're bicycling. We decide to split into two teams and one of the team goes to the top and the other one goes down(I'm in the team that goes to the top). I go up a bit and realise I forgot something from a guy that is in the other team. Accidentally, I fall from the mountain right near that guy. He gives me a backpack and then we decide to get back into one team and we start bicycling to the top.[/COLOR]
Dream 2 : [COLOR="#800080"]I'm in my bed and I decide to check if someone interesting was on kvirc because I was bored. When I go on the computer there's new chat room in there(Orangeish color). I see Hathor28 and she keeps writing stuff I don't remember.I start talking with her and she says that she can't sleep.[/COLOR]
Dream 3 : [COLOR="#800080"] I'm in my room and there's a ghost that keeps following me. The ghost says I have some powers and it tries to teach me them. I try telekinesis and I have A BIT of success at it. That bit was the ghost moving things, not me. The dream skips at a burned mansion and there are other people trying to learn magic and stuff. We fight a lot of monsters but we still lose. This girl with black hair and grey eyes (and a niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice armor) does some weird movements with her hands and gives all of her power to this guy near her. She dies and the power goes to the guy and he starts doing weird parkour stuff and kills all the monsters.[/COLOR]
Dream 4 : [COLOR="#800080"]I'm in school and everyone gets an armor to role-play. Me and my classmates run to our classroom and start roleplaying. Everyone talks with each other but when I try to talk with someone I get totally ignored. We go and sit in our seats and wait for the teacher. Eventually, the teacher comes and puts a guy from our class at the blackboard for resolving a math problem. I stand up and tell the teacher that what he is doing on the blackboard is wrong and I run there. I stand near the blackboard realising that I actually know nothing and I start laughing. [/COLOR]
Dream 5 (fragment) : [COLOR="#800080"]Something about my profile picture getting cut.[/COLOR]

Arguing with myself, again.

"You didn't have to do that."

"Sure, I did."

"You can't expect to accomplish something like that."

"Results weren't a significant concern."

"I don't understand you."

"Yes, you do."

"Maybe, a little."

"Please. You've known me for years. You know the ins and outs of my mind like the back of your/my hand. You practically are me when you choose to be."

"True."

"So how does it feel to know I really am trying to kill you?"

"You're only trying to kill me because you love me."

"Do I?"

"Yes."

"Yet I'm willing to sentence your memory into non-existence. Sounds like a cheap form of love."

"You just don't know how to love."

"True. Haven't had much time to practice that skill."

"Maybe you should."

"Maybe if I had the opportunity, I would."

"You're not taking me seriously."

"Of course I am. Hey, is that mustard on your face?"

"Yes. You can't keep doing what you're doing."

"I've got little reason to change."

"You don't even care do you?"

"Got little reason to do that too."

"So you'll do what now? Erase me and . . ."

"Dunno. Didn't think that far ahead."

"Maybe you should have."

"Maybe. Don't really have a reason to tho."

"What are you doing? Care dammit."

"Not this time. Consider the cycle severed. Thank you for riding, please watch your step on the way out."

Legend: Non-Lucid , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

The Neighbor's Wife:
I found myself at the doorstep of my neighbor's house. I didn't know who lived here, maybe my parents know. Either way, i knock on the door and the wife of the couple who lives here answers. I ask her if she has a Flash drive. She says something about how i haven't returned the previous item she gave to me. We then somehow start a trading service, i get to know her better, and before i know it, I'm in a relationship with her. The next thing i remember, me and a group of men are inside some mansion in the bathroom. A guy brings in a woman, she's tied up and doesn't have any clothes on. The men start taking turns having sex with her, and of course, since I'm young and horny, i get a little excited and manage to gain some awareness, however, as I'm about to do it, the dream fades. I try to stabilize the dream but it's no use, i wake up.

Christmas Party:
I'm hosting a christmas party for a bunch of people i know. However, for some reason or another, i tell everyone i won't be there because i'm busy. The day of the party comes and oddly enough, I'm there. I walk outside, it's night, and i can see incredibly far away, the people and area around me are detailed fantastically and the night looks so beautiful.

I'm in a mall, I walk up to this store, it is as if it is the only store that represents current trends. It represents what the "follow the leader" youth are at the moment I feel. I feel so compelled to go to this store every day, and I enter and quietly go to the back where no one is. I avoid the groups in the store. I dig through the clothes, and I dig through the backpacks, and other accessories, but just as the other times I find nothing. Nothing resonates with me. So I quietly try to exit the store without the groups, or the worker seeing me with which might spark an unwanted conversation. I come back at I assume is the next day, I go to the back of the store to a place unoccupied, I dig through all the stuff, the fads have changed since the last time, it always changed, yet I find nothing. I try to exit the store unnoticed, but the worker stops me and comments on how I come in everyday, dig through stuff, then leave. I tell him that I come in with hopes of finding something everyday, but, then he finishes my sentence "but find nothing.", Some girl who was listening starts talking, I don't hear any of the words, but I begin to follow her and just leave the worker. I hate how she keeps talking, but doesn't make eye contact with me and I have to push through people to keep up with her, then I realize we are out of the store, then I can understand her words and she says "how old are you?", I tell her "22", then she sighs and says "it's a shame you're too old.", then she begins to walk again, I get frustrated and ask her "too old for what?", then she just kind of ends our conversation by smiling at me then walking away, but I keep following her from behind, then I wake up.

Two middle-aged spinsters are visiting Rumpelstiltskin/Gold just before attending some event, but he's busy with a delivery of some sort. The room where they wait for him holds a collection of various objects behind glass, and as they look around, one of them says, "Richer than the (some family name beginning with A) brothers!" The objects behind the glass are personal mementos from over the centuries, arranged and displayed in such a way as to look like a collection of history - playbills and tickets, a photo from a political protest that changed history, old forms of currency, all neatly labeled with places and dates and short descriptions. But I'm looking at the objects as a disembodied observer with Rumpelstiltskin's mindset, with fond memories of the actress depicted on that playbill, and a woman at that protest, and the profit I made when that country changed currencies. (Although I'm thinking of it as a collection of memories that stretches back centuries, the oldest items I actually see are only from the 1800s.) I think to myself, 'and I could sell it, if I chose.' As if convincing myself that I could part with it all, if I had to.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Fragments - someone involved in some industry that's often glamorized in movies, intelligence or organized crime, mentally contrasting his actual day to day life with the ridiculous movies. A rich and powerful woman who's sleeping with the hired killer who works for her. Overdue library books, a trilogy by an author who's written 156 books, these ones with covers showing caves with stalactites that remind me of fangs. Rumpelstiltskin again, spending a summer at a country estate belonging to a brother and sister he knows, looking out the window and feeling someone's suffering, the potential for a deal; following it, and finding someone in the garden, reading a journal that had belonged to Belle.

I remember I was kicking the footy around (Australian Rules Football) with the geelong boys. it was kinda a game kinda not, I remember running up the wing and fumbling the ball a lot but side stepping everyone (im confident in the sidestep) and snapping a goal wile Paul Chapman called for the ball, then a friend of mine (not from waking life) was very angery about someone insulting his religion (muslim) I explained to him that he didn't insult his religion and that in fact he miss heard him and he was talking about something els. he eventually calmed down. we walked out of the locker rooms to join the footy boys but a WAFL team had come to train and we had to leave, I recognized the coach from when I used to play from them.

I got in the back seat of the car with the muslim dude and throw my boot into another car and keep my other boot with me. we where driving home, and heres where it gets interesting, I thought "I cant wait to sleep tonight to try to lucid dream tonight!, oh right reality check!" (I was already very suspicious that I was dreaming because when I think reality check I kinda realize im dreaming but its just hard to accept)

I looked at my left hand, normal but I poked my right index finger into it and Valla straight through, I got very exited and started cheering and then I stabilised I looked out the window of the car, we where driving along a road through woods with skinny straight trees, I wanted to leave the car so I though "bust through the roof!" but im new to lucid dreaming and knew I wasn't advanced enough to do that, instead I asked them to slow down (they did but only a little because we where still flying)

I opened the car door steeped to the edge and kinda willed the car away with my eyes closed, I opened my eyes and there I was standing on the road!! yay the car was long gone, I looked to my left, more forest, to my right was like another world, a cartoon one kinda, "cool" I though as I wondered into this world, I keept changing worlds and a saw an art picture of like a giant statue thing crying that I swear and had seen in waking life, then I woke up.

this was only 4 hours into sleep so it wasn't very big or very vivid but hey that was enough to keep me happy

dream signs;
-Geelong boys
-Paul Chapman
-footy
-muslim dude
-Swans WAFL club
-nice green footy oval
- argument
-cars
-forest
-perth city (or felt like it)
-Giant crying

I was on the way to the car and saw 3 little kids just playing around. They looked like they wanna steal from me but it wasn't going to happen. As soon as I opened the car door and was about to get in, Those 3 kids got the jump on me and tried to steal my wallet from me. Luckily for me, they couldn't find it and had enough time to shake them of and overpower them. I told them to stay away, or they'll get more. so I drove back to my house and some how, when I got home, they were already waiting at my house and tried to steal my wallet again.
I somehow got 2 of the kids in cages (I don't know where it came from) and I was Slamming the 3rd kid into walls. After I finish, I went to interrogate the 2 kids in cages. One of them said something like, "I've been sent here by my will because my parent died at (somewhere I forgot) and I'm all alone. I don't know what to do."
He went into a little more detail but I forgot what he said. I bursted out of tears and gave them money. My dad came home and the time and said "Why are you giving money away?" I just woke up then.

1.i am a speaker at an education. Conference at a fancy hotel organized by s. Webb. It mimics northmont schedule for a day and I speak 6th period.. Second period I was missing for some reason and Susan had to cover for me in bowmans class. I decided to blow off my conference slot bug had a change of heart. Fished around in this hotel trying to get dressed. My clothes had been misplaced. I found some but soaked them beyond wearing with an iron. Had others stashed, but a cool had moved them. I was swinging around like a monkey , climbing cabinets trying to get my clothes from high cabinets. While talking to the cook. I was on my way to the conference when I woke.

2. Godzilla is coming down from the mountain to destroy the city while I am in traffic. He goes away from me, and I follow in my car. At. A gas station a business man is plotting to use Godzilla to get power over the city. Dedric Wilson wants to use Godzilla to destroy rival barber shops. I tell him my fMjly are barbers.

3. Shooting arrows into a lake with Annabelle. Aiming at floating pumpkin. I tell her to watch the window of the little shack on the island in the middle of the island.

Date: 12/20/13
Method: MILD & WBTB (fail)

Dream 1
I had ‘taboo’ sex with my ex and I will not go into details on why I call it ‘taboo.’ You get the picture…

Dream 2
I was at a concert with my favorite singers and band…I even saw Whitney Houston (missed becoming lucid on this one). They kept stopping the concert because someone kept losing something.

Dream 3
I was cleaning up this man’s home and he wanted to have sex with me before my husband came home. After we finished, we had to hurry up and clean up everything we had broke while having sex.

Fragment
I had a gay lover.

Morning of December 20, 2013. Friday.



Regarding my old home in Cubitis, there is an additional western wall identical to the first, with the three tall jalousie windows, which is duplicated a few feet to the the west, with no floor (just the open grassy/ground area), and like a sort of additional outdoor hallway - just wide enough for one person of average size - between the two walls with no door to the south at least, leaving an open area where you can just walk into the space. It seems possible that, to the north, it bends around like an L-shape with another front entrance, but that is not fully clear.

There is one point where it also seems like a children’s railroad (as in a park) goes from north to south, as the tracks are there, and one train shows up without drama. It seems to have some mixed aspects of our last home in Australia as well, as there is a western fence, west from the duplicated wall. The “engineer” (older white-haired man) goes through the outer fictional “hallway” about halfway, as if he is lost, then walks back to continue working with the “park train”.

My wife Zsuzsanna and I are sleeping near the western windows, our heads to the north. Soon, there is a sense of weight coming down from above me. I am aware that a younger male has somehow come through the window and almost onto us as we wake from the intrusion. Of course this makes no sense, as you cannot go through jalousie windows like that, but whatever - anything can occur in a dream. It is possible they are suddenly large single pane windows in this particular instance, perhaps sliding windows. I get the impression he is in a marathon and has somehow either taken a wrong turn or is deliberately taking a short cut through our house to get to the finish line more quickly.

Fictionally, to the east, not that far from our dream home, is a college (males only), I think, or maybe a high school for only the two highest grades (eleventh and twelfth) or maybe a combination. Apparently there is a large focus on sports and especially Olympic racing and marathon training and practice. Somehow, I grab the person out of being annoyed at the intrusion (he may be inclined to steal something as well, I think), mostly seeming to retrieve a five-pointed star which I crush in my hand - not likely a badge (although it looks like one) but some sort of award regarding his running ability or placement status. Oddly, this seems to make the runner vanish completely and I then am somewhat concerned about having “killed” someone, even though I get a vague impression that a “broken” version of him runs to the south near the school before finally collapsing and dying and vanishing with no other witnesses present.

Later, there is a line of young males, mostly all in white shorts and tank tops with a few stripes and number details, from west to east, as if part of some sort of award ceremony. The male I had “killed” had been replaced by another person, whereas, a changeling had replaced the other person that had taken the other missing person’s place. It is rather confusing. One of the male runner-ups looks at the lead runner (who is not who he should be) with a bit of awe and confusion. The person’s name is called and even his race (relating to black or white) is wrong, yet no one is apparently supposed to notice the switches regarding the two people. Of course, even if the public, with their amazingly short memory, is unaware of who is who, I am fairly certain close friends and especially parents would know. It does not make much sense. It is as if someone is killed or missing (even temporarily I guess), and it does not mean anything; they are simply replaced by a shuffling around of other people (and the additional changeling). Logically, just the changeling of a similar appearance replacing the missing person should have been enough instead of this shuffle where there are then two potential problems to have to later explain.

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I'm sitting on the couch in the living room of my apartment. The living room is about 10' square. Behind me is the bedroom at about 10x14. There's no door between, and the opening takes up most of the wall so it feels like essentially one room. The floor has large rubber knobs on it that seem like a tripping hazard. That seems unusual to me, so I decide to do a reality check. I reach up and grab my nose, but I can still breath, so I decide I must be dreaming. I push a little with my mind and become lucid. Suddenly everything's in color. I'm turning around the room taking in the sudden vivid colors of reds and blues. I sit down on the floor and run my right hand over the carpet. I can see into the cabinet from this angle but I don't remember what's inside. There's white light coming in from the front window. As I make my way back to the bedroom, Gibbs from NCIS is there. My bedroom is crammed full of stuff. There's a strange foot-powered table saw. Where the bed should be there's a boat with a hammock built into the top.

Someone else comes in through a door that wasn't there before. He and Gibbs and I walk out through this door, and it seems like I'm stepping out of my reality. My apartment was like a sound stage. Commander Riker is asleep on a couch in this room. It's dark. There are no windows and I can't tell where the dim light is coming from. This room is about 12' square. To the left as I came in was another door, with Riker's couch on the same wall beyond it. The other man has a cell phone that can communicate with the waking world, including sending pictures. I decide I want to grab it and send myself a picture of this crazy dream, but he isn't there anymore. Now there's an angry trashcan with ephemeral lightning bolt arms that I have to fight with my mind.

I wake up and decide to try to return to the dream, so I lie very still and try to trace my way back into it. I don't remember the specifics of the rest of the dreams, but I remember bouncing from lucid to awake several times like a rock skipping on the surface of a lake. Inanimate objects kept being turned against me and I had to struggle with them. I think I was chasing the man with the cell phone or the organization he worked for. In the end, the closet doors opened and all of my clothes piled onto me at once until I couldn't move.

First Fragment:

I was on the forum - first just normally - later it was like a multi-skype with people having animated talking avatars. Waking Nomad had a project, which was very important to him - and he somehow travelled the pages - there were more and more pages - like he went for a walk to try and convince people to take part in it. But it wasn´t his real remote-viewing experiment but something other.
Unfortunately I only remember this as a bunch of mini-fragments/pictures.
But he changed from his avatar to the picture of him, I had seen on here.
Saying - he "walked" over the pages - that does not really describe it properly - these pages had weird properties - I am not clear enough in my memory to describe it better.


Second Fragment:

I was on holiday with my husband at a beach and playing shuttlecock - and I remember to want to convince him, to put a shirt on - because he had a pretty bad sunburn on his shoulders.
But he wouldn´t - saying he doesn´t feel anything.


First Dream:

I am at a darts-competition to play an important match, for which I had been practising for for ages - and was quite good.
When it was about to start - my darts were gone.
I went around to look, if somebody can lend me theirs - after having searched all over the place.
There was audience - like in the huge championships - and they were booing and getting impatient..
Finally I got three darts - but all different shape and weight.
For some reason this made me decide to not throw all at treble 20 for scoring - but one there, one treble 19 and one treble 18.
First throw - hit them all.
Other guy - 180.
Next I couldn´t throw them - all out of the scoring area..
Guy hits next 180 - I am throwing some crap - but so does he, and somehow I ended up winning the leg - and that was then suddenly all there was to the match.
Weirdest thing - I had to give these darts back and searched for the owners to do this - didn´t find any owners - and then didn´t find the place, where I would have gotten the trophy.
Woke up before I found any of this..

I have been meaning to write about this for awhile now. This is about a dream I had while ago, but one that still resonates within me
The dream itself started off rather ordinary. This one particular dream is short but one that fascinated me.

I was sitting back watching a family. A loving mother starting cooking eggs, bacon and whatever else. At the table sat two boys, one older and one younger. The older ones name was Kyle. It was a rather bright morning, the kids were getting ready for school, bags by their chairs as they sat down an ate.

It was Kyle that my dream was centered around. His aura and vibration was one that was soft but demanded my attention.

As I sat back and watched Kyle eat his breakfast. He had not spoken a word, only blankly ate his food. His thoughts clearly elsewhere. There was distance in his eyes, his body moved out of what seemed like a robotic habit.

I could feel within me a change of vibration. Something I could not describe what emotions where within it. It felt like the similar blankness I could see in his eyes. But there was so much more there than what one saw from his body.

The vibration quickens as it radiates from him, one could follow his train of thoughts though there seemed a blankness about them as well. It is hard to describe exactly how there was the blankness and fullness of his thoughts.

There was now a grey fog that overlapped the current scene in front of me. The mother and younger brother slowly moved in the distance. Kyle stood out stronger against the greyness that surrounded him.

As if within a snap of waking up from a dream he stood up within a panic. Not sure of where he was. His mother now on the other side of this wall and himself on the other. She screamed with all her might for him. As she shouted his name, he too shouted back for her.

Though he could see her, she could not see him. You could tell by the way she panicked and looked around the spot where her son once was. Kyle himself, though in a panic still had the subtle under vibration of before he got there. If that at all makes sense.

The dream ended there, I woke up still feeling these mixed emotions of the mother, though still what held me to Kyle was his vibration. I could feel it so deeply within my core. Again something I could never describe exactly what it felt like.

So now the dream itself has so many different possibilities of different meanings behind it. At this particular moment I could not even start on how many traces of thoughts ran through.