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I sit down at a bar, having a good time while I can.

"Buttery nipples for us!"

My favorite drink of this lifetime. Pure fun. I remember the one and only time I've had these in waking life. A friend's going away party with just three of us non-fucking lesbians.

I down a shot. It tastes exactly how I remember it. I wonder if this time I'll black out too. I don't.

Later in the night I head out and take myself for a walk in the snow.

Dream characters pop up alongside the sidewalk. I pass each one, watching as they fizzle out moments after their manifestation.

It's so empty these days. There's got to be someone I can create to have a play partner. I need to outdo the last creation. Something bigger and more encompassing, with numerous conflicting personality traits.

None of these match what I'm searching for. All I want is something entertaining.

I manifest myself a slice of pepperoni pizza and eat it while I think.

Already done everything I want in dreams. Not much interest in people at this point. Best experiences lately have been when interacting with animals. They don't ask questions. No titillating goals, no fears, no more concern. No more enthusiasm. Yet I have to be here nightly. I must find something worthwhile to do. Must be entertained. What to do.

Maybe I'll go and get hitched in dreaming. Find some muggle man to torment nightly. Create dream babies and adopt a demon or two. Maybe. That could be fun for a few weeks.

I'd rather play with aliens. Not a bad idea either. They might top 'animals' at this point.

I dreamed I married my girlfriend on another planet...

I'm hoping someone can help me? last night i had a terrifying dream. It was more so this morning, my boyfriend got up early to go to work and i said bye then i led there for about 5 minutes, and even though i cant remember it, i must have fallen asleep. At this point, even though it was getting light outside, the room went completely black, and i was led in my bed, everything looked the same, but then i started uncontrolabely spinning, i can't really make out whether or not it if it was me that was spinning, or the room, or the bed but i'm almost certain it was me/my head. anyway i was spinning and i was slowly rising up and there was a piece of plastic under my head, even though i was led facing the ceiling i suddenly had a quick side angle of what was happening and just remember seeing plastic under my head, i think i was slightly hovering above my bed and i could slightly lift my head, i was trying all i could to shout for help as whilst i was spinning i could swear i could see a woman standing really close to be but it was blurred where i was spinning so fast, i was crying and screaming but nothing would come out.. then i remember my words were finally able to come out i was saying oh my god oh my god and i was able to speak and then i woke up.. It wasn't nice, it felt like someone was going to hurt me, i was really scared and in my dream i remember thinking that i was going to die, this dream only lasted for a few minutes (i think) it seemed to be very quick. Please someone help me with this? xx

By the way, i just wanted to say i have never experienced anything like this before, although a few weeks ago i did wake up in the middle of the night and i thought my boyfriend waas standing in the corner of the room but then i realised he was next to me and the shadown faded away, i never thought anything of it until now as i thoiught i was seeing things, (which i probably am)

Morning of December 11, 2013. Wednesday.



Garbage (or as they say more in Australia, “rubbish”) is found in many areas on the streets in the first awareness of the semi-lucid dream state, mostly loosely (not in boxes or bins). Apparently, the garbage is never taken away by any council service and builds up somewhat. Human bones are sometimes mixed in with the various smaller piles. It is possibly the set of a movie I saw recently (but did not quite “get”) called “Memoirs of a Survivor”, a UK movie from 1981. Some passing thoughts move through my awareness. The letter “W” at one point seems to represent the number 44 rather than 23 or 4 (because of it looking like the letter “V” repeated). I am aware that if you turn the “M” of “ME” upside-down, you get “WE” (letters and numbers in dreams often appear upside-down or mirrored and “mistaken” for the one they look like in that orientation). So the letter W seems to represent a collective, or perhaps cooperation, even two sets of twin-flames (soul mates). I see the title “Memoirs of a Survivor” and I then see each “M” turn over and it distorts into “Warriors of a Survivor”, the second “W” distorting into the “rri” sequence (often when I read in dreams, even lucid dreams, letters continuously “shape-shift”). I then vaguely recall a dream from the late 1980s that was about the 3M company – and how I caught the play on “ME” (in this case, “3M” looking like “ME” when mirrored) only after I awoke.

I also perceive vaguely that people have stopped using the letter “M” because it is considered “unlucky” (in being the thirteenth letter) and as a result, perhaps no mail is being delivered in this futuristic scenario, either – but in most cases, an M had been changed to a W. Knowing how limited the majority of people are in their overall perception and reasoning abilities, this does not seem odd to me at all in the dream and also seems like a facet of the real-life movie for a short time (but is not in reality) – as it seems more like a documentary. I pick up a book with the title “Dream Fictionary” (a play on the implied “dictionary” – which in real life makes me cringe when anyone quotes from them and was one of the reasons I rarely shared my dreams when young). There is another “M” to “W” transition turning “dream moods” (a website for “dumbing down the masses” which I do not like or respect at all) into “dream woods”, which is a region of large, dense forests where no one who goes in ever comes out, even though it seems to be run by a commercial business of some kind. Apparently, people who look at their dreams from a consensus perspective (or who believe modern society or the media knows anything at all about dreaming) go in and never come out.

I am very vaguely aware, by studying various graffiti of the environment, of an equation that seems to represent something about the English alphabet, and a very large number. This number actually turns out (upon doing the work after waking) to be exactly:

403,291,461,126,605,635,584,000,000

I am actually surprised that the last six digits are all zeroes and was not sure if it was a calculator limitation or not, but later Googling the number with commas brought up the correct information on it.

This number represents how many different ways that the twenty-six letters of the alphabet can be used if each letter is only used once in each arrangement (representing 26!)

There also seems to be a PDF available when Googling the number under the title “Some mathematics of the Enigma”, but I have not looked at it yet as of this writing.

Then something quite intriguing is noticed that I never noticed before, although it requires an extensive stretch of the imagination. I see a sign that says “Ace gik moqs uwy”. I vaguely understand this to be saying “Ace geek mocks you” – as a young man wearing glasses is sitting at a desk at a computer - past the open doorway of an abandoned building and looking at me in a somewhat patronizing manner, as if he thinks he is in charge. However, I wake with somewhat of a start hearing my own voice blurt out “Huh?!” Within a short time, I am aware that, starting from the letter “A”, every other letter after does indeed spell out “A C E G I K M O Q S U W Y”. It is quite hilarious, and something that I am surprised I did not notice as a boy when doing so much work with letter patterns, encryption algorithms, and alphanumeric fractal transitions and such (long before the concept of fractals was even known by the public, at least in a more popular or media-acknowledged sense).

Oddly enough, I Googled this just for amusement only, and actually got over a thousand implied matches (of “acegikmoqsuwy”), so I am chalking this up as precognitive in the sense of not thinking anyone else would have bothered with such a pattern (being very surprised to see it even on memes such as what the dream implied).

First thing I remember is being with my 2 best friends (they exist IRL). We were going to a park. I remember us walking down the street trying to find some cool place in this park. Suddenly both of my friends disappeared and I was in a basement with the tiger. This looked pretty much like a mission from a game like GTA but pretty realistic. The tiger was really small, it looked more like a big savage cat but really cool and friendly. The owner of the tiger was in the house and I needed to be careful. It was a weird house, the architecture had no sense at all, the basement was below some stairs and was really tiny. At some point the owner (was a skinny blond girl) started going up these stairs and calling her tiger, so I "communicate" with the tiger and make him meow, she relaxes and keeps going upstairs, she didn't see me. So I keep going with my mission, I open a sliding door (or window maybe, it was kinda small) and let the tiger out of the house. Suddenly 2 dogs start barking at me and the tiger. I try to tell my tiger to kill one of the dogs but instead they started to play friendly. The girl came out of the house with some kind of rifle, she realized I stole her "kittie" and started chasing me and shooting me. My tiger and I started running faster than I ever did. My tiger was much faster than me so I lost him. Those two dogs also were chasing me. I remember my keys fell from my pocket and my friendly tiger gave it to me with his hands, and then I started looking to my keys specting to find a flare gun (weird, i know) but it didn't work. So there was I being chased by a crazy woman with a freacking rifle and 2 dogs (whom i think they both transmuted into humans). One of the human-dogs got hit by a car, then i realized the girl was also owner of the dogs. Basically I realized i stole her tiger and tried to kill one of her dogs with her own tiger. The persecution stopped and i walk to the girl and her looked at her human-dogs, she fell on the floor and almost unconscious she started crying, i felt a little bad but then I woke up and thought it was a really cool dream after all I made a tiger-friendd. I hope I see him again in my dreams

I'm not gonna take the time to use all my codes because I only remember one small part of this dream. I was posting up parking cones and yellow lining and I did a watch check and became lucid. All I did after that was mess around, because I was at a very light level of lucidity.

Okay this is the fourth Day of a LD in a row!
I also remember having 2 other dreams, but I forgot them...


I don't know from what I got lucid (if from another dream or not),
but I know everything I saw was blackness.
After 10 seconds of hardly trying to maintain the dream, while still seeing nothing,
I came to the brilliant idea of opening my eyes - and incredibly luckily - I opened my *dream-*eyes,
so I was in a full dream now.
Sadly I don't remember the surrounding or anything, because i immediatly woke up, because of external noise...

I guess I unintendedly did the TOTM basic task II (December 2013), but that doesn't count in my opinion.
So that's it for today...

I've arrived in a large open room of a train station. Behind me are the doors in from outside, to the left is the ticket counter area, in the center of the large open area are ticket taker stalls and the bottom of the escalators up to the second floor where all the trains are. The place is a mass of people all trying to get to the trains. I realize it's mostly children, just like me, and they're trying to get on the trains to go to wizard school. I'm trying to figure out how to get to the escalators. Now I'm walking around by the ticket purchasing area, which is separated from the larger space by a row of glass doors. I don't purchase any tickets but I decide that I'm hungry. There's a small diner restaurant in the corner to the left of where I came into the large space. I must have walked through a wall, and now I'm seated in the back corner. The place is cramped and there are still people around. Some of the people in front of me are ordering from the bar tender behind the counter. My australian friend R is up next and he places his order. The man behind the counter grins at the accent. He then asks what I'll have and I say that I'm fine thanks. R is not surprised that I'm sitting behind him. I try to not talk in a fake australian accent because I think it would be rude, but I'm not sure I'm successful. The bar tender seems a little annoyed, and shortly after he gives R several packets of condiments to pass to me. I decide I'm not entirely welcome, so I push my way through the people and I'm back into the large space. I'm feeling claustraphobic due to the press of the people so I start flying. At the top of the room are hanging lights laid out in a grid. There's another boy flying here on a parallel course to mine. I ask him if he could move a little bit so I don't accidentally fly us into the lights we're flying between, because I know it would make the stern teachers angry. At some point the Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone theme starts playing. I'm looking down at the ticket taker area that controls access to the escalators, and I wonder how they can be effective if any of the wizards can just choose to fly up to the second story. I think to myself as I'm flying around that I should do a back flip. I become lucid. I instinctively run my hand down my shirt, feeling the texture of it to stabilize the dream. I remember that colors become more vivid and I try to see if they have as I fly past some people on the second floor area. I can't tell, but I specifically remember seeing color there and not anywhere else in the dream. I decide to try a backflip. I'm going a little too fast and I almost hit the ceiling as I go over, but I manage to accomplish it. I remember that I wanted to ask a DC something but I'm afraid none of them will talk to me. I find a girl in the bottom of the big open area waiting to get to the ticket takers. I fly down and try to figure out what to ask her. She thinks I'm going to purpose. Then I wake up suddenly.

We were visiting my father in law, and strangely we had brought a dresser with us. The dresser had a mirror attached to the top of it. When we came back from an outing, we discovered that the dresser no longer had the mirror attached to it. My father in law had been alone with the dresser, but he did not admit to breaking it, and we decided it would be impolite of us to mention it. However, much later my father in law did admit to breaking it and also admitted that he did not admit to it before because he could not afford to pay to get it fixed - in this dream the idea was that this would be expensive to fix.

In the past, I have had a fair number of dreams of finding coins, mostly along the side of the highway in Cubitis, public sidewalks in La Crosse, and often grassy areas on boulevards and such. Interestingly, many of these dreams were semi-lucid yet I still went around gathering up as many coins as I could find, even pennies, but often mostly quarters. Sometimes, I had to dig slightly in the dirt or gravel to seemingly find more and more, and sometimes this was close to or right on a smaller flight of concrete steps near a public building such as a school or courthouse. Whereas many of these dreams featured American money; quarters (25 cents), nickels (5 cents), dimes (10 cents), and pennies (1 cent), there were often unusual (fictional) coins as well as more correct forms of foreign currency. In an unusual variation of this recurring theme, I also once was finding various record albums along the road, mostly from the 1960s and 1970s, such as one by Sonny and Cher.

Although it is likely that most other people have had such dreams, I think there was an influence regarding my parents having collected soda bottles (or “pop bottles”) in burlap bags along the side of the road when they were first married and made a reasonable amount of money doing such at the time. This likely influenced me into thinking about “just picking money up off the street and near roads”. While in my dream, I actually seem to think it is possible to survive this way (by just finding money that people dropped). I usually find about twenty to sixty dollars in coins in such dreams and end up having them in all my pockets as well as boots if I am wearing any. Obviously, in real life, you do not tend to see coins lying all over the place everywhere, but dreams are dreams and probably are augmented replays of all those times when I did find a coin or two here and there (including in grocery stores or even near bus stops).

In one dream, I am with others and we are finding coins along the middle area of a railroad track. Curiously, over time, we are suddenly climbing a ladder and are eventually high in the air on a skyscraper, implying that there is possibly a public train service that goes straight up. (In some areas, on the ground, there are piles and piles of various types of gold and silver coins from various countries.) This is not the only time I have associated railroad tracks with a ladder. Even when I was a toddler, I sometimes “saw” a ladder lying on the ground as potential train tracks, as the overall appearance is very similar.

I have not had many of these dreams over the last ten years or so. I have had a few dreams in the Australian transition. This mostly included the Australian fifty-cent coin, which is dodecagonal (12-sided).

At least a few of these were precognitive. In one, I find pennies deeper in the dirt at a neighbor’s house (these were people I had never met and who lived across the street from my sister’s house on Loomis Street). That same early afternoon, my brother-in-law told me that the same neighbor was digging up a lot of old pennies in his yard.

Can't quite recall the how it all started, but I do remember certain pieces of the dream. I don't think I was myself, as I was watching others attempt to solve a puzzle in another dimension. After experimenting with what I can only assume was portal technology, they sent a lone man to investigate was was on the other side.

In this realm, there was a lone floating structure, where everything else was a uniform grey color. The structure itself varied between lighter shades of grey, and a black, and was composed entirely of cuboids, as there were no rounded or curved edges. It also didn't follow any conventional mechanics, as walking down stairs would take you to the roof, and turning left would take you down a level, as the man had found out. He deducted, that if had another person accompanied him, they would end up in two vastly different spots despite their best attempts to remain together.

Soon enough, however, the man found an opened area with a lone jet black monolith. Slots were in it, as though the entire structure was actually some sort of machine--a machine that needed tuning to reactivate. The man visually located the necessary objects, as they were the only colored things in this realm, but had difficulty retrieving them. Before I could witness him reactive the machine, I either woke up or the dream cut away to something else, as I do not recall what happened next (much to my disappointment).

Though, I do remember seeing him again, but this time in a lab. He was at the entrance of the deactivated gate (which was fairly small), but was holding onto the edges of the device as the other scientists and lab assistants tried yanking him out. It looked as though he were trying to escape--biding his time until the device turned on so he could be whisked away. There were meteors striking the area I think, or a war maybe? I can only seem to recall parts of the building being destroyed. The man wasn't trying to escape the dangers that lie outside, but rather protect some sort of knowledge from falling into the wrong hands. Perhaps what he saw in the alternate dimension could be weaponized?

Regardless, he gave up on the machine and bolted outside the room. He came to a parking garage in ruins underneath the building. Strangely, my attention shifted from the man, to a scientist who snuck out after him. They met, despite the place falling apart, but the dream ends here.

I told the policeman how i escaped the gungsters and found that i couldn't remember how i sat in that car. I thought that such situation might be in a dream, made RC,went out and decided to make TOTM with a present. I went back and ask the policeman for a new year present. He gave me 2 saluts and one candle. I set fire first one with my palm, but it didn't work. There wasn't any light. I upset a bit and set fire second one and wanted him to work and it gave me wonderfull fireworks with hearts! I enjoyed it and awoke.

I set my alarm to 5am, and it to snooze every half hour until 7am.
I remember hearing the beeping sound from the alarm. I didn't move or open my eyes. I just had a dream where I was at my grand parents house and had some dinner or something. The other part of the dream I was a mecha robot about to rain pain onto some bad guys, I woke up here.
I heard the alarm and woke up, completely still. I Knew I was awake, and tried to enter my previous dream. I tried to imagine the mecha dream before me, and tried to enter the dream.... I entered a dream.... At first it seemed I entered the dream successfully. In the dream, when I awoke, I was about to fight some guys, and I tried to imagine exactly that. For a second everything seemed like something out of an anime. It was like I was transforming into the mecha I was in the previous dream. I was ready to enter the dream lucid as fuck!!! Next thing I knew, I was non lucid, and just had a continuation of the mecha dream.... It was non lucid..... Dang. We'll I was close...

Apparently i missed to auto-snooze alarms this night. At 5am and 5:30. We'll I guess I was super tired from being out late (was watching The Hobbit thing in the cinema). I went to bed at around 12am..... Dang I missed my DEILD opportunities because of that.. Was it worth it? I think so yeah

What to do better:
First of all I should try to get, in total, my 8hours of sleep. Today if everything went as planned, I would only have gotten a max of 7 hours sleep. Would it make a huge difference? Maybe..

Next, I should increase the volume of my alarm, now that I missed 1hour of potential DEILDs because of that...

I tried entering the dream through a door way. And after that, I lost lucidity... It's actually a bit strange how I just randomly lost. Lucidity after entering the dream.. I might read up on WILD and DEILD techniques to enter the previous dream...

The good thing:
I was super close! The night before this, I just stumbled back to sleep after a WBTB, but this time, I was actually close to succeeding.

"Invoking rock and air"

End of dream

I was reading that at end of dream and woke up.

I was reading it. I was standing with a big book in my hands (and arms).

It was the end bit of a lovely long dream but all the rest dissappeared too quickly to catch.

And yep I recon it relates to:

"Wats in Waking Nomad's Black rv box".

Week 2