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Original journal entry dated Dec. 16, 2002:

I had this dream that there was a Pokemon battling academy that was high tech, and the kids battled through computer simulations. There was a reactor on part of the campus and during certain hours it was unsafe to be near so a kid of pretty high rank was assigned to guard it. Anyway, during a spat, one of the kids made the super-intelligent decision of getting behind the fence and left a penny there. The head prof. freaked out when she saw it and severely punished the guard. And then there was more stuff, but I don't remember what the stuff was. The end.

Original journal entry dated Dec. 21, 2002:

I had a dream that I was a guerrilla-warfare librarian and I was trying to get my certification. I had to fulfill a lot of requirements, do training, and take a computer examination AND a field examination. For some reason, the cast of "Sonic The Hedgehog" was there. And my commander was Crow, from "Mystery Science Theater 3000". I have no clue why. But I got to drive a tank, so I didn't really care. And then there was something about Sailor Moon, but the thought of Usagi driving a tank scares the hell out of me.

Nov 23

Can't recall too much of my dreams, and didn't write any down. I do recall eating some sort of colorful thing, like candy? Berries? Snozzberries? Either way, I slept well, and woke up feeling content.

Nov. 24

I was wandering around a series of buildings, like in a office compound or something. But at some point, my brain decided office buildings suck, and I'm now walking around the campus of Greendale Community College.

It was a bit Truman Show-esque, since a part of me is aware that GCC is supposed to be on the set of Community, but at the same time I'm also aware I'm also an "actual" student. The dream didn't go anywhere though before I woke up; no GCC flag, no Luis Guzman statue, no Gang of Seven.

I took a nap about 2 hr after I woke up for about 10 min.
Exited a dream, and then kept my eyes closed. I slipped directly into a dream. Had minor HH and then started dreaming.
So I had a DEILD.
Had another short DILD, both ended very quickly.

background : i love to tell my friends my dreams and theres 3 girls that always get intersted by that
so the night before the dream happened i was spending the night with them and got home at 3am.

the dream : i was sitting in a table with 3 of the girls and 2 friends, and i remembered that i got back home so i thought how i can be with them
then i did a RC and it didnt worked but also worked (like half worked) so i got excited jump from my char and told one of them im dreaming.
and then she said : "No you dont, now go back to your sit!." and she ruined it (XD i forgot that in dream they will say no or just not respond)
but in the end that was fun.

(i dont know why but in the last two weeks i start to get confused if what i remember is a dream or reallty)
but the real fun came after a day : i told to my friend(he was in the dream and the night before the dream) and he said : "dude it was real" and i was
but after 9 hours he told me he lied to me and he couldnt stop laughing at me XDD

Original journal entry dated Dec. 15th, 2002:

First I had a dream that I lived in this weird old house and there were two trees in the back yard - a pine and a birch. I decided they weren't enough because we needed a good shade-tree and planned on planting on oak or an ash, but the hole I dug was way too big. I also ran a boating company with my uncle, but in my dream my uncle was some big fat redneck (none of my uncles are fat). this one guy wanted to rent a boat but he was half-blind and stupid and drove his car into the hole I dug for the tree. Then I went to get him a boat. But the boats weren't in a real river, they were in a fake one where we could control the currents with switches and stuff, but I messed up and hit the wrong switches. I could also, incidentally, breathe underwater, so I did a lot of lever pulling and such in these complex underwater tunnels beneath the river. Then I went inside to watch TV, creating a nice seque between dreams...

... in this dream I was watching the news when all of the sudden the picture started to change. The guys from "Megatokyo" had decided to interrupt the feed from the news network and take over the TV channel. They managed to keep it up for about 3 hours before the channel wrested control of the channel back. In the meantime I was very entertained by their antics.

11/24/13 * ~1145 ~340 wbtb mild+ssild (not meant to be done in the same wbtb at least when learning ssild) sexy strip game turns into incredibly sensual and realistic feeling at times threesome with wife and a very supple skinned blonde woman// I am in a good sized rectangular shaped room with about a dozen or so people and there is some sexy strip game that I either don't know the rules to or have forgotten them since waking and there is one very beautiful but very very game "monkey in the middle" a beautiful blonde woman with delicate features, smallish but beautifully formed breasts who has slowly been losing one item of clothing after another. She has a small wrap around her waste covering the last little bit. Something happens and she loses that last piece covering her and she seems to be loving it. Someone informs me that I am next. I already have my shirt off and I look over to my wife and ask something like "what am I allowed to do with her?" she looks like she is not sure what to say. I tell my wife "all I want to do is feel my skin up against hers" and I go for it. I lay down with her and her skin is so incredibly soft. My wife says "let me get on top" and we somehow partly meld together and I realize I am dreaming (took this long??) and I am already completely naked and I begin to (I will put the rest in a spoiler as it could read X-rated with a little imagination of the specific details that I left out)

Spoiler for sexual content:

have intercourse with the blonde while I - lets just say perform oral - on my wife's p...primary sexual region. After a while I pull back and offer up my now re-exposed member and they both begin to perform oral on me

and it feels incredibly realistic, I can't get over how incredible it feels despite being "just a dream!" and I slowly feel my awareness returning to my sleeping body and attempt to re-enter that dream and at some point I somehow re-emerge in a dark parking lot surrounded by a chain-link fence and apparently not lucid and don't seem to have any memory of the lucid previously as I am naked and I am concerned with pulling my pants on but they are incredibly tight. I am guessing this started as a false awakening. I barely get my pants on before a couple of kids pass by but they are lost in their own conversation thankfully. Slowly people of all ages start flowing into the parking lot and I get the feeling that it is a church parking lot and the sun is getting ready to come up and these people are on the way to church (a little dose of shame on me perhaps). One man is saying to I assume the wife that I think that is the same guy except he was wearing brown or green or something. I wake up and I quickly go back to the previous dream and I am just so exhilarated and the pep in my step is still going as I finally post this. I had another interesting dream before this, but probably only interesting to me. Up maybe an hour after not getting back to sleep after writing down the above in my paper journal and had a snack. I also briefly got lucid in a late morning nap but I don't think it deserves counting and was low awareness. It felt more like a late and 2nd wbtb than a nap so I don't even want to call it a lucid nap. I remembered some more dreams after this but this whole night solidified the idea that although my lucidity increases late in the morning if I start going too much beyond 8 hours my lucidity starts waning again.

Date: 11-25-13
Technique(s) used: WBTB
Time: Between 2:45 and 5:00 AM
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At first, it felt like I was watching an old 60s movie.

I was watching a man, face contorted into some demonic thing, walk down an aisle filled with people. He stopped next to a woman, who was talking to the people sitting next to her. She turned to her side, and looked up at him.

She screamed like anyone in a cheesy horror movie would.
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My dream eyes snapped open, and I was sitting in that aisle. I got up, and looked at the space, wondering why it looked like an airplane cabin. There was a door at the end.

I approached the door, and opened it. I was lead into a large library, and began to investigate.

After a solid little bit of searching for something, I came up with nothing. Loosing all hope, I walked back to the door, and went to go and sit back down.

I was surprised to see that the door led me not to the cabin, but instead to a large convention. There were multiple tables, each representing a store or restaurant. Some of them offerred food, and I accepted. Some tasted greasy, others fairly good.

I asked each stand if they'd seen someone pass through there, someone with an odd face. Each stand said they hadn't. When I asked the last stand, a magic shop, another vision hammerred into my head.

It showed the man walking down a different aisle, ready to abduct another woman. Another scream, another vision ended.

I raced to the door, and opened it. This time, it took me into an office corridor. I went inside, and investigated a meeting room.

Inside the room, there lay a golden retriever. I tried to stroke its head, but when I did, its eyes glowed red, and it nipped at my hand, nearly taking my fingers off.

I used a chair to fend it off until I awoke.
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(I actually tried to DEILD to go back into the dream, but it didn't work)

Ok, in this dream both me and my husband were totally out of character.

During nap I dreamed we had expected our house keeper to just come pick something up or drop something off, and instead we came home to a half cleaned house.

We said she could not stay and finish and that I would may her for the work done.

Then my husband and I had a fight over how much to pay her. I suggested a price about half as much as usual (since it was half the work). At first I did not understand what my husband was saying, and it sounded like it was 10 times as much, but then he said, the other way around, ten times less. I said something like that is below the minimum wage, and seriously for three hours of work (she had not been there three hours but in my dream at this point I said she had). Then I said that my husband was being kind of "jerkish", not appreciating her work - and that's totally out of character in waking life. So then I suggested, why don't we suggest that she stay and finish the work around us, and my husband and the kids need to go somewhere soon anyway.

I also remember remembering something else earlier from a separate dream, but forgot.

Dream of: 17 November 2013 (2) "Thralldom"
My mother and I are in the waiting room of a hospital. Apparently I'm going to be examined. I'm not completely sure why I'm here, but I'm thinking I would like to find a whitener for my teeth which are in really good shape. I can see myself in mirror. I look young and healthy, but if my teeth were whiter, I would really look good. I wonder what would happen if I were to put bleach straight onto my teeth. I think I'll check that out on the internet.
When a nurse walks up to me, I try to think of what I'm going to tell her. I think I'll say that I have a multitude of problems although I can't think of any maladies which I have at the moment. It seems as if I've had a bit of a cough lately. The nurse tells me to go into an adjoining waiting room, which I do. I wait and wait and wait, but the nurse never shows up again. Finally I stand up and walk out. Now I can't find my mother. I don't think she would have left without me, but nevertheless I walk outside.
I see that I'm in Portsmouth in the Bonneyfiddle area on the west end of town. Since I think my mother has a house on 7th Street on the east end of town, I start walking in that direction. When I reach 5th Street just east of Offnere Street, I come across an area of town which I've never seen before. For about a block, all the buildings look like ornate old two or three-story office buildings that might have been built at the beginning of the 1900s. I'm surprised that I've never seen these buildings before since I know Portsmouth so well. All the buildings have artistically elegant facades, and all seem to be empty except for one on the corner which appears to be some kind of antique store. Stepping back, I can see that this antique store is part of a larger building, most of which appears to be run-down and empty. I reflect how I could open an office in one part of this building. Maybe I could buy that part of the building and gradually I could obtain the whole building and completely renovate it. I look across the street and think how I might even buy one of those office buildings. Eventually I could own and renovate all the office buildings on the block.
I step inside the antique store, walk around and admire the beautiful woodwork. I definitely would like to have an office in this building. I walk through the building and into a courtyard area in the rear. I walk through a door at the end of the courtyard and end up in a bizarre labyrinthine area where many people are circulating around. I soon loose myself in the myriad rooms and passageways and I ask several different people how to return to the street. They guide me one way, then another through different doors until I finally realize that there is definitely something frighteningly odd about this whole set-up and I begin to feel that I may never be able to escape.
I finally walk down some stairs into a dark foreboding cellar which appears to be a store-room filled with antique furniture and rows of hardback chairs. A couple dark-bodied men are in the front row of the chairs. Probably in their late 20s, they are shirtless and muscular. I realize they must be engaged in sex. They jump up and quickly pull up and buckle their pants. They don't seem happy that I've stumbled into this room. Its too late to act as if I haven't seen anything, so I keep walking through the room. I'm starting to become a bit apprehensive and I worry that the men might attack me or try to imprison me down here. When the larger of the two men tries to lead me down to an even lower cellar region, I have the feeling that the two men are going to try to imprison me in a dungeon. Frightened of what awaits me, I break away and run up some stairs. I run from bizarre room to bizarre room until I finally begin to suspect that this whole place has something to do with sex - like some kind of sex thralldom - but I can't quite figure it out.
I encounter one muscular fellow who asks me my sexual orientation. I try to think of the proper term and finally blurt out, "Straight."
I walk into another room where I encounter a rather attractive blonde woman (around 30 years old) lying on her stomach. She wants to have sex with me. I think I could have sex wither her right here right now if I wanted, but other people are walking around the room and I don't want to have sex with her here and now. I'm beginning to think, however, that I have to attach myself to someone here, and that I will have to remain attached to that person for a certain amount of time. This blonde would certainly be better than anyone else I've seen. She's the first woman whom I've encountered, but I think if one woman is here, there must be others. If I have to stay here, I would rather look around for another woman. At the moment, however, I don't really want to be attached to anyone, so I continue walking.
I meet an older man (around 60 years old). He also wants to attach himself to me. I think at least he would probably protect me in here, but I don't want to be with him either. He says something about "being in here for nine years" if I stay with him. That doesn't sound good - I surely don't want to stay in here for nine years. I break away from him and continue searching for a way out and avoiding anyone attaching themselves to me. I walk through several inner courtyards and continue asking people how to leave, but I'm beginning to despair of ever finding my way out.

Dream of: 17 November 2013 "Returning To School"
I walk up to the front of a high school. I'm here to see if I can return to school to complete the 12th grade which I never completed when I attended high school. I'm 79 years old, which I realize is very old to return to high school, but I've had this desire in my mind all my life and it seems as if now I'm finally going to do it.
I walk into the front of the school and enter an office. I sit down at a table with four high-school aged girls. Somehow the girls know why I'm here and one of them jokingly says that she objects to the whole idea. I go along with the joke and say, "Well then I'm just going to forget the whole thing."
When someone calls my name, I stand up and walk to a desk which is right here in front of everyone. I would rather go back into a private room to talk about this, but the gray-haired woman (probably in her late 50s) who is sitting at the desk appears ready to interview me right here and now. I ask her if she is the one with whom I need to talk, and she pleasantly responds, "Yes."
I explain to her that this idea might sound crazy, and that if she thinks its crazy, I'll just forget the whole thing. I proceed to explain how I want to return to the 12th grade. She appears astounded. She glances around the room which is filled with other administrative-type people. She finally says that she wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't heard it herself. She asks me about my education and I think she's trying to find out if I completed the 12th grade at another school, but I'm a little confused by the question, and I respond that I did manage to attend college and law school. She seems impressed.
I tell her that I always liked going to school, but then I correct myself and tell her that that is not actually correct because I actually didn't like it when I was attending school.
I'm thinking that I'm living with my parents, which seems a bit odd for someone my age. Nevertheless, such is the case. I'm hoping the woman doesn't think I'm some kind of weirdo who simply wants to be around a bunch of high-school kids, because that isn't the case at all. I simply want to go back to school.
I'm getting the feeling that the woman doesn't think this is a good idea and I'm thinking that I'm simply going to turn around and leave. I still have this desire, however, which I simply can't seem to squelch.

I am hoping for some interaction from my unconcious mind and am trying for a vivid non-lucid with good recall. This had nice subconcious tones but lacked vividness. It also was not very realistic. It involved three flashes all having to do with teaching LDs.
The first is my dad saying they had hired someone to teach everyone in his office to LD. I was hurt that he had not asked me. Did he not think I was a good teacher.
The second was me typing on DV telling someone I would not be able to help with something. The member told me they did not even know who I was or why they would trust me to help.
The final flash was me chatting in IRC to Gab and a voice in my head accussing me of bragging and wanting to seem special. It accused me of feeding my ego.

There is clearly some kind of theme here that is subconcious and analysable.

#243 - SSILD

3:00am (alarm for WBTB)

I am at Patrick and Jessie’s house with my wife. We are all talking about the 50th anniversary episode of Doctor Who. Then a bunch of people start making a Dalek formation on the floor I join in and become the head. I put a arm out for the "eye". I look at my wife standing there and ask if she is going to take a picture.


3:56am

I am working on some cables at work on the overhead boards. I check lengths on some woods boards and pass them off to someone. I pick up a stack of pink paperwork but they look like some type of black ink has been spilled on them with areas that have been bleached out. I realize that I am dreaming but for some reason I think that I can't do that now since I am at work and I lose all lucidity.

The scene turns into a party at some fancy mansion and I see a younger and slimmer version of Jana in some kind of cop costume. In fact everyone is in costume. Jana looks at me a poses with a grand gesture at her body. Yeah I get it. Your slim. She then walks over to some women and begins flirting with them. I wonder if they know she is a lesbian.

Then Justin walks in the front door in some type of Phantom of the Opera costume but the mask looks like a Cyberman. He sings something to some nearby people and wonders off into the main room. I get the idea that I must be dreaming but I wake up.

4:49AM

I am at work and decide that I am dreaming. I don't really have that dawning realization but I actually decide that I want to be dreaming. I only remember thinking that all these work dreams must be because I've been working so much overtime. I lose lucidity.

I am in my house doing something... I don't know what. Again I decide I want to be dreaming. At first I think it might just be HI because after my last waking at 3:56am I wanted to WILD. But no, this seems a little more than that and I accept it as a dream.

I look around and notice my house. My vision is blurry but notice how my house looks like a blend between my normal house and something that I think of as an apartment. After a moment, I decide to go outside. I reach the front door and notice the door knob is at the top. There are dark yellow opaque panes of glass on either side of the door. I concentrate and expect a door knob in the proper place. When I look again its there but it wont turn. I blindly reach for a dead bolt and turn it. The door opens.

Again the area looks like waking life with a blend of something unfamiliar. Gravity becomes light and I begin taking long slow jumps into the air. I begin to giggle like a kid enjoying the feeling. After several jumps I begin making a swimming motion in the air and start to actually fly. I move above the tree line and lose my reference point. I get a feeling of vertigo and all I see is light blue sky and dots of green. I will myself back down. Once I feel myself touch the ground my vision returns to normal. I decide to settle for bouncing around more than flying.

I am in a wooded area with open-walled sheds that have old corrugated tin roofs. I jump to the roof tops and bounce from building to building. That's when I begin to think about several goals I have. I pick the first one I think of: China. I look forward and notice that I seem to be in a mountainous area heading up a steep rocky hill where the building are built into. There is a long structure jutting out of one the buildings on the hill; It looks like a conveyor belt with an enormous valve at the end. My first thought is that must be some type of grain mill. It all looks familiar and I think of something from Fallout. I don't pay too much attention to it because I want to get over this hill and use expectation to make it to the great wall. A huge tree is in front of me and the branches cover me. At the top of the hill I see a train passing by. I find this curious and begin to float toward it. Unfortunately, I get hung up on one of the branches and can't seem to escape. I feel like a helium balloon with no way to control my flight. I look back at the train and notice a thick wall of trees that stand impossibly high. I realize that I must not only reach the train but fly over the giant wall of trees. The task feels impossible and I give up.

I have some wakefulness at this point and stay up for about 45 min before returning to bed.

#6:35AM

I am in some house with a door that wont close properly. I think it must need vents. My dog daisy is whining from some place in the room but I can't find her. I go outside and my wife has put several animals in a large rabbit cage. I expect to see ferrets but they look odd and hairless. There are also a few sugar gliders curled up in hammocks with several white birds perched on wooden dowels. I shrug at the sight and laugh to myself as I walk back in the house. I think we probably need to find a place inside before it gets cold. I pause at the back steps. Something isn't right it should be cold. I become aware of the temperature but notice its not hot or cold. Well, it's still fall but we should probably do something soon. I look down and realize I grabbed something from the trash can that is next to the cage. I have a bag of old rotten potatoes. I smell it and it's pretty foul. Instead walk all the way back to the trash, I hurl the bag toward it, missing. Close enough. I walk inside.

There is a pretty open floor plan and the kitchen and living room are pretty much the same room. I feel like my hands are dirty so I wash them in the sink. There is blood and I notice cuts on my hands. Two of my fingers are missing halfway. I franticly pray, "OH DEAR JESUS NO. PLEASE NO!" I take my hand out of the water and take a closer look. My hands are fine. I relax and think I must be losing my mind.

I hear my dad laughing and turn around to see him watching some comedian on TV. He keeps telling me that it's not funny. I ask him, "Then why are you laughing?" I walk around a partition to relax in a recliner while I listen for his reply.

I hear him say, "Well it was, but they lost me at..."

I wake up.

Saturday 11/23/13

Last night, bed around midnight. Meditated sitting on bed for 10-15 min.

Morning dream

I'm a human with superpowers. With some friends in some city. I need a watch, so I ask them where to get one. The store I wanted to go get the watch from is closed and another store is opened in it's place. The neghboring clothing store expanded and took over rest of the small stores in the strip mall. So I ask my friends which hotel is the best in town, so I go and get the watch from their gift shop. Distance or difficulty getting there doesn't bother me, since I can fly or teleport anywhere easily.

Now we are walking on a city sidewalk, heading someplace. A small kid, maybe 13 year old comes up to me and asks me for sx. He is in a black and white striped t-shirt. His face is dirty, as if he didn't wash himself in days. His nose is full of dirty snot. I can see it clearly moving, as he is breathing. He has his friends with him. I stop to talk to them and I tell my friends to go ahead, I'll catch up with them.

Boys lead me to one of the nearby houses in the Barrio. Place doesn't really have streets, just some mud paths between houses. The house is really opened, as you would expect it to be in tropical climate. Lot's of very thin, yellowish, see through window curtains on opened windows. They look more like mosquito nets.

There is a large bed with white sheets. Some neighbors are looking through the large windows and the courtains. Courtains are blowing in the wind. I tell this boy to send the neighbors away. I have a feeling they were there to observe the spectacle. That what's about to happen is not something that unusual, but rather happens on regular bases. There is more people coming to the house. I also tell the boy that if he thinks I'm gonna do it with all of them, to think again. And ffs, to go and wash up.

(Rest is for my paper dj only)

Morning of November 24, 2013. Sunday.

Dream #: 17,142-03. Reading time: 1 min 54 sec.



This dream began as the typical “watching the sky at twilight” event when interesting and mysterious events occur in the sky, but it became more like an “end of the world” dream. I had intended to reinduce my awareness into a more lucid dream, but it is too warm to focus for very long.

I go outside to look at the sky. There had been reports about signs that the end of the solar system is nigh. I am not concerned, but there is an eerie awareness of humanity ceasing to exist. When I look at the sky, I notice that there are several smaller identical Earth moons in various random areas (about half the size or less of how the moon should appear), with a random cluster of about four lower down toward the horizon. I am trying to understand how the “same” moon can be in several areas of the sky at the same time. I consider that it may be a reflective effect from the sparse clouds.

Zsuzsanna’s half-sister, CRJ, comes out from the house. The setting is like the front yard of the Cubitis house. My mother is present, appearing about ten years younger than my day of birth. (I do not recall that she had died.)

CRJ says, “Oh, look, the sky has gone stupid,” and seems more annoyed than concerned. It does not seem like a newsworthy event to her even though she is working for a radio station (from within the house)?

My mother comes out and looks at the stars. Time passes, and the “stars” begin to move down from the sky at a fast rate, one at a time, like swooping birds. After they swoop down, they rise back into a different position in the sky. Their trajectory seems to be based on the law of reflection as they swoop down and go back up in an “incident ray” path. It seems like I am experiencing the event from the perspective of two people at the same time (my mother and me). It is disorienting. We manage to duck and dodge in a perfect way each time (the source of the ducking and dodging movements seeming to be my mother’s) to avoid being hit by each “star” (which technically cannot be much bigger than a basketball but it “feels” as if it is much larger). I can barely see above my head after a time. One coming from farther away in the sky makes a much wider and “slower” arc. Those directly above go in almost a straight up and down seemingly faster course (somewhat like a bouncing ball).

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There was partial influence from “Slaughterhouse-Five” (from 1972) regarding the scene where the main character is seemingly carried off by a “star.” (That was a result of aliens in the movie. Aliens are not implied to be in my dream’s situation.)

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Morning of November 24, 2013. Sunday.



My wife and I are on a large, old brick bridge with arches, seemingly running north and south and likely in Wisconsin. It is very cold and in the middle of winter (although in real life here, it is unbearably warm). I make it so that the large winter jacket I am wearing goes around her so that she is able to put her right arm through the right sleeve while my right hand holds her left hand (my left arm still being in the left sleeve). We are then “wearing the same jacket” and also embrace so that we are fully inside the jacket after zipping it up effortlessly. After a short time, we slowly float down from the bridge onto the iced-over surface of a lake or river. There is a feeling of great love and joy. There seems to be a vague plan to eventually see my best friend Toby T as we go north into the city and we sort of half-walk, half-float to get there.