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This is my first real one,was weird,and I dont remeber all of it. So Its 2 Am I decide to go to bed. Im laying down just letting my mind wonder. I start seeing streaks of lights so I watch them. Then I remember in this book Im reading (The Astral Codex) that one way is to create a dream. (Not just a though,but a dream,and watch it) So I do this. It almost shows up instantly. Im just watching it,then my mind cuts out back into reality. So I say "Lets try to astral project" so I just try to float up. First time my waste was the only thing that could move. I try again and I float up,It felt so sureal. It was amazing. All I remember was floating up them opening my eyes and being in front of my house (in the astral plane). Was a really cool experience. Hopefully I can do this again.

-I was at a hotel and we were on a vacation.
-It turns out that one of my best friends was at the hotel too.
-We went to a party that my parents told me i couldn't go to.
-I went for a walk outside to clear my head.
-After a while a girl that graduated from our school comes and tells me she wants to throw a surprise party to someone else in our school.
-She wanted me to help her think of ideas
-Then i don't remembered what happens and i wake up.

2 nights ago i dreamed something like i was in my neighborhood alone and scared of something..Keep running (small distance) untill getting home. I remember that i knew why I was running. Something chased me, it was like a demon.I runned 'till my home and then just runned all home from him because i didn't knew how to contra-atack him. After this it all was cleared, i was like in a white room,all white when like ...my inner-side appeared and told me how to defeat the demon but it was not like a fizical atack, it was more like mentaly. Anyway i was not scared anymore and after i woke up. Sorry for so less details , i couldn't quite remember all things. What does this means?

I was pushing a wooden barrel down a gravel road like Walter White pushing a barrel across the desert. I kinda know what's inside the barrel as something valuable or precious, so I'm feeling protective of it. I seem to recall being warned about the dangers of going down this road, and I think this might even be the dreaded The Road to the South from Return to Zork.

Eventually, I come across diverging paths. I knew one path leads me to my goal (whatever that is), but like a good RPG-player, I wanted to explore the other path for the potential of rare treasure. I know such treasure exists, dammit, via Dream Video Game Logic.

Sadly, the dream ends before I could find anything. Still got my barrel though!

I am running across huge boughs of trees and leaping from tree to giant tree in a great forest, wearing my Chaos Assassin gear. I feel like I do this for about half an hour before reaching a certain branch on a certain tree. I stand with my back to the tree, then give the 2-3 knock. A voice in the tree says "Nothing is true." "Everything is permitted," I respond. I am suddenly flipping backwards as a door against my back spins me inside. I tuck and roll, then am suddenly standing before a council of Chaos Assassins. "Welcome to The Tree. Welcome to the Chaos Assassins Guild, Dethgawn of Cardia. Did you come here by Destiny or Free Will?"
"Possibly my destiny was to become a Chaos Assassin ever since I took a Soul Oath to war against the Templars for aeons in a past life 800 years ago. Perhaps, with my Free Will I chose to come here."
The man who asked the question throws a knife, aiming just two inches left of my head. I leap forward, tuck, roll, then jump on to the table, and flip over the man as I unsheath my hidden blade, and place it against his neck as I land. I have twelve weapons pointed at me, throwing knives, mini-bows and arrows, blowguns, short swords, and mini-spears.
Suddenly, the scene morphs, and I am in some strange Hell version of my surroundings. All the assassins are now green demons. Who the hell are you? I shout at the dream. Alter?
"No, Mylynes, a voice answers back. Since I've been gone, I've been training, and I've been increasing in power."
"What are you, some don juan interrupting my dreams?"
"What do you mean? Some creepy ThisMan romancing character?"
I take advantage of his temporary confusion to burst out of the dream.
Mylynes and I are in Outer Space.
"This is something I learned-"
"STOP!" I shout. "I am going to continue my original dream. You can be a character in this game if you want."
Mylynes shrugs.
"You have to limit your abilities. No god-mode."
Mylynes grins deviously, then disappears.
I am suddenly back in The Tree, my knife at the throat of the man who questioned me. Suddenly the Assassins clap, and i release my knife. They suddenly shoot and throw all their weapons at me. I swing my light mail cape around me, knocking all the blades and projectiles to the floor. We all bow, then I toss all the weapons back to the original owners at the same time.
Suddenly, Mylynes sends me some kind of tormenting mind wave, a vision of him incarnating into the world as Baphomet, and building a huge Templar army of worshippers of him in Constantinople.
"I'm here, I'm here... for training..." I grab my head, and feel dizzy, then vomit.
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I awake in a bed mumbling to myself madly, "Templars march on Cardia... they want the Key of Cardia, but it was stolen 300 years ago, by a Goblin Thief. Fools..."
"Huh? What?" I sit up, asking myself. I feel dizzy and hot. I am soaked in my own sweat. So... thirsty. I drink from a glass on a nightstand. I am in a small room in The Tree. My wife, Winter is wearing all white ninja gear. She is tying a belt on, looking out window, then turns to me.
"Oh, you're awake!" She runs to me, and kisses me. "You've been sleeping five months. This is the second snow of winter.
"I have to go out and patrol the forest now, there is word of spies in the forest. There is food stocked in the cupboard, and a loaf of bread on the table."
She opens the door, and a chill breeze blows in. My sweat feels like ice. She blows me a kiss and leaps off the bough to another one below. The door slams shut, and I sit on the edge of the bed, and wipe my forehead with a towel. I hear a voice in my head: Nomad, what have you been doing for five months?
"Sleeping I guess. Who are you, and how are you in my head?"
"I am Baphomet!"
"Ok, whatever." I take a drink, and throw a log on the fire my wife started on the hearth. I change into some dry clothes, and step outside. The wind is cold, but my training has taught me extreme cold resistance. I pee downwind, then go back inside. I sit down, and eat some of the bread. It's deliciously flavorful. Walnuts and raisins.
"This doesn't feel like a dream."
"That's because it's not," says Baphomet.
"Will you leave me alone? I'm tired."
"Of course you are, you've been poisoned with a demon."
"Damn, you Baphomet."
I stumble to the bed, and pass out.

I remember waking up in my room. It was awfully dark, but I could make up a shape on the computer chair to my right. It appeared to be crouching upon the seat and moving slightly, but it was there. A snarl came from that direction, and as my eyes adjusted to the dark, wild messy hair and a face darkened underneath. It gave me a sense of fear and uneasiness. This creature slid down from the computer chair onto the floor, and I could almost expect it to either climb at my bedside, or wait to grab a part of my body near the edge. It didn't take too long for the sensation of fear to end though.

Before I knew it, there was a neutral feel to this whole thing and I was calm. A light shined beneath my back. It wasn't exactly warm, but comforting enough to make the fear vanish. Blue wings sprouted from my back, but I can't really describe them. They were out of my sight, except for blue. I was then aware that this was a dream, and I was protected. I had nothing to fear and I could vanquish this creature if I needed to. It was fine to simply step out of the bed and walk around my room, knowing the creature was either under my bed or somewhere at my feet, but I wasn't afraid. This was just a dream after all and I had my wings and burning light it feared.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragment):

Something about piloting some craft.

Dream 2(fragment):

Something about dragons.

Dream 3(fragment):

Some shmup boss fight.

Dream 4:

I try to do DEILD but it fails but then i try for WILD and soon transition occurs and FA fades into my view. I get up but it"s very unstable, it's hard to stand and navigate, i try to stabilize but that doesn"t works, then i switch to quadruped stance and go towards balcony door. I try to break through but whole unstability makes me just bounce away. I notice weird mechanism on the wall and there are a few clocks on it, i pick two and one of them is at 4h and another is at 8h, dream fades.

Dream 5(fragments):

i was browsing dreamviews and there were weird spammy posts around.

My first dream I remembered wasn't a nightmare. It had nightmarish qualities. I was walking across the Golden Gate Bridge. Fog everywhere. Then the bridge started to wobble and pitch. I grabbed for support. I knew I had to make it across so I sprinted across. One of the "waves" of the bridge hit me up. I was falling through the air. I woke up after that. Last nights dream was about a car ride with my friend. My other friends were in the car. He dropped them all off at my friend's house. I was about to get out of the car when Kegan (the person driving) said to stay in. He was taking me home. We talked about hiim and the others not liking me and said I should find new friends. I've had this problem in the real world as well. This journal is open to analysis.

Dream 1(fragment):

Some video game.

Dream 2(fragments):

There was some story about some family of scientists, they lived in some lab building built on columns in the middle of the ocean. There was some discussion and they were searching solution for some problem. Then a girl with some psionic abilities appeared and whole place exploded. Some survived and started swimming.

Dream 3(fragments):

There was some discussion about some virtual reality project and evolution.

Dream fragment: I remember racing around an unfamiliar office and I was kind of sliding on air at high speed past some coworkers, but at one point I seemed to loose momentum in front of someone near a piano. I also remember something about going around the world, but that was more cartoony, like in a Wii game I have called Exerbeat, where going around the world is used to track one's progress. Some women said that they did not know one could go only partially around the world and did not need to do it all at once.

Back again to my desert planet. The second dream I had was very brief and it sort of carried over to my third dream so I'll add them both together.

Second dream: I appeared out in the middle of the desert. Dark golden sand dunes spread out as far as the eye could see. There was some sort of military operation going on. I found the entrance to a simple bunker, heading down beneath the surface. Some camo tents were pitched around it. I was following some soldiers. We hopped onto some ATVs and took off away from the main site. A dust storm started to pick up and the last thing I remember was riding through it.

Third dream: Again I was out on those dunes except this time there was a battle going on. There were actually groups of boulders scattered around the area so I ducked behind some of them to stay out of sight. It really was the most ridiculous thing. An army of midgets were fighting against Nazis. I was transported to another area with a group of women and children. The area we were in was more rocky. Light reddish dust stirred up underneath our feet. Rocks surrounded us, from pebbles to a small mountainous area of dark brown and black stone. It was my job to get the women and children to safety, away from the battle. One soldier had followed to help me. We ran. I was in the lead, he brought up the rear.

Out of my peripheral vision I saw some black shapes start to appear from behind the boulders we passed. We stopped and stared in horror as a group of dog-sized cockroaches started to scurry in our direction. The soldier bade me to take our group and run, saying he'd stay behind to try and buy us time. I didn't want to leave him, but I had no choice. The women and children came first. As we took off again I could hear his screams. I didn't have the courage to look behind me, knowing what I'd see.

I felt a sense of urgency niggle at the back of my mind. We were being followed again by something else. I ushered my group into a cave. It was dome-shaped inside, with ledges carved into the rock like shelves. We climbed as high as we were able and perched on them. No sooner had I ascended two velociraptors came running in. They hissed and tried jumping for the ledge I was on with another woman. We backed up as far as we could, just barely missing their snapping jaws. In the entrance to the cave I noticed a large shadow. As it traveled closer I'm sure my eyes widened comically as a huge Predator appeared, decked out in gear and weapons. With his combi-stick he quickly dispatched the two raptors and stood still waiting for the women, children, and I to climb down from our ledges. I knew he wasn't going to harm us. I walked up to the Predator and thanked him. I woke up after that.

I told this dream to a coworker, and apparently the females in her family had an uncanny knack for interpreting dreams. I was confused by it, until she pointed out some things. I can say that once the dream was interpreted I felt very vulnerable, as it alluded to my childhood. It was interesting to realize how obvious the symbols were. I suppose it's easier for someone else to see things you cannot.

Well, I should be doing h/w but I distracted myself. I suppose it would be best to actually get it done so I can get some sleep. Until next time.

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Jan. 21, 2003:
I've been studying that so much I dream about studying for it. I had a nightmare the other night that I was taking the Art History exam and they'd invented a brand new type of architecture that was on the test.

Feb. 15, 2003:
I had this dream about a farm, only the farm was failing and everything... it was like everything was going to hell, and nothing was working out... all the the buildings around it, etc., were failing... and it worked like a sort of medieval manor and everything, well, we were under attack by enemies, to boot, and had to keep retreating, losing more and more land, and then there was a flood the destroyed all of the crops.

As for the family... there was the dad, who in the dream was 'my' father, and he was a real jackass, and he ran the farm/manor like a dictator, and then there was his younger brother, aka 'my' uncle, who was this little bald man with a deformed back, but he was very crafty, very shrewd, and knew a LOT more about what was going on than the guy supposedly in charge... and then there was 'my' sister, who was like drop-dead gorgeous and was marrying some nobleman... and then there was me. Boo, me. I found out that not only was I not getting ANY inheritance, 'my' dad was paying for her education but not for mine, and it made me insanely pissed off. That and I had fallen in love with some guy who was supposedly of a "lower" class than me and therefore 'my' dad was incredibly disappointed in me and thought I was a failure or something.
And, of course, there was a flood. And we got attacked, and buildings were abandoned, and the peasants starved and whatnot.
I guess this wasn't a very cheerful dream...

Date: 11-26-13
Technique(s) used: WBTB
Time: 2:10 - 5:57 AM
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The scenario started out with me in an apartment, with my mom. It was a junky looking place, paint peeling off of walls.

I went outside, and checked the town out. It was a bright day, possibly the middle of the day.

Soon enough I got lost within the labyrinth of a place, and tried ot make my way back. The route I'd chosen to go back home took me through a run-down section of the town. Old houses, worn with age, plagued the area; It made me think that this was a boil on the town's face.

I tried to ask some people as ot where the apartment complex was but nobody was able to speak english; they all spoke in a language I'd never heard before. Puzzled, I make my way through the maze, and eventually find my way back.

Night had fallen the instant I stepped inside. And what was waiting inside, but a trusty dog. It was not a golden retriever, however - this one was a keshond. It greeted me, and I took a seat on the floor.

The dog layed across my lap, and I stroked its long, black fur. I eventually heard a knock on the door, and went over to answer it.

When I opened it, I walked into another dream.
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I walked into a large house, it looking much cleaner and newer than the apartment. Stepping inside, I could smell the fresh country air leaking in from the windows.

I heard footsteps around the house soon after. Panicked, I swiftly made my way out of the complex, but not quick enough to see, out of the corner of my eye, a woman.

She was a medium, I knew that instantly - how, exactly, I could not figure out. In fact, I'm still perplexed as to how I knew such.

As I made my way down stone steps to the road, I hear from the back of me, "Do you know whos scizzors these are?"

Curiosity overtaking me, I look over my shoulder. Instantly, I felt a sucker punch to my emotons as I whisper every so quietly, "Oh my God."

The pair of safety scizzors belonged to a friend I had a long time ago - one of the only ones I'd had at the time. I'd moved away, and never heard from him again.

Warm tears began to streak down my face as I stare up at them. It was small, but I could clearly see the scizzors. She began hurriedly walking down the steps, saying somehting about the hospital, but my emotions had completely overtaken my body; I was frozen in place.

I shut my eyes to wipe the fluid away, and therein changed the scenario.
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In that instant, I was inside of a van, which was pulling up to a flat house. I got out, and inspected the outside. My mission was clear: I was to plant a device in this persons' house without them knowing. It was their birthday, and we wanted to discreetly let him know we had a party planned.

I walk up to the house, and quietly open the front door. I dive for a counter, hiding behind it, as he'd come to inspect why the door was open.

I make my way to the east side of the house, going for a corner. I planted the device on a windowsill, being careful to balance it. It was a birthday timer, set to go off at 12:00 AM, which was approaching fast. It was going to shoot off tiny fireworks, set off sparklers, and so forth.

I make my way out of the house slyly, being sure to quietly shut the door. There were more people outside now, several cars litterred the frint yard. People waited outside, drinking some sort of alcoholic drink that was red at the bottom, and yellow on top. When offerred one, I turned it down.

We all began to count the seconds down. Ten, nine, eight, so on and so forth.

The device goes off, and we could hear tiny bangs echo from the house. It had worked.

We all flooded in through the door, and began to celebrate.

I soon woke up after being hugged and kissed on the cheek by the birthday kid.

My third lucid dream.

Waking Life
Non-Lucid Dream
Lucid Dream

I was in a room filled with tables. All the tables had jigsaw puzzles on them. I look under a table and see a photograph album I'd been looking for in real life. In it was a photograph of me, my sister, and her fiend. I don't remember seeing any other photographs. I put the book down and my sister comes in and starts getting upset with me. I leave the room and watch a television programme with my mum. It's a documentary about Greece. My mum says she thinks Greece is beautiful. For some reason I disagree with her, even though I believe it is quite beautiful in real life.
The television then switches to a programme based off of Hercules. Hercules is fighting a thuggish biker. After the fight they both go to the bathroom and then immediately walk out again. The thuggish biker then challenges Hercules to another fight but Hercules refuses.
The dream then changes to me as a cartoon character in a school. I am a new student there, so I don't know anybody in the school. A boy befriends me, and we start talking about mobile phones. A reporter for the school newspaper named Pauline overhears our conversation. She asks me what I think of mobile phones and I say the cases are nice. She gleefully writes this down in a notepad, presumably for the school newspaper. Later, she repeats the same question to me. I say that the numeral keys are nice. She writes this down as well.
My new friend starts getting agitated that I keep talking to her. Later on, she repeats the same question to me for the third time. I tell her I think the screens are important. Once again, she writes my answer in her notepad. My friend remains agitated. She comes over to me later, and I answer her question before she asks it. I say that I think touch screens are preferred to physical buttons by the majority of people. She claims opinions on this matter are too subjective, shakes her head and walks away.
My friend starts talking to me again. He asks me if I named myself and I tell him no, my parents named me. Suddenly a large boulder crashes through the door. In front of it is my teacher, running away from it as fast as possible. She dives out of the way, and I realise the boulder is heading straight for me. My perspective changes to a view of me from the side. I see myself crouch down and stick my arm in front of me. Green energy emerges from my extended arm, striking the boulder and shrinking it down to the size of a pebble. I then stand upright and crush the ex-boulder with my foot. The whole class stares at me.
Suddenly the scene changes. I see myself and all of the students from my class being transported in a large cage pulled by a lorry. All of the students glare at me. I hear the driver say "Hmm... I wonder where the field is.".

I also have a dream fragment from the same night. I remember suddenly becoming suspicious that I was dreaming. I ask myself if I'm dreaming and do the basic reality checks. I examine my hands. My left hand has no fingers. My right hand looks normal. I plug my nose and try to breathe, and discover that I can. I am now fully aware I am dreaming. The excitement is too much for me, however, and I wake up.