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So for the past three nights, I haven't been getting enough sleep. Every night I'm waking up at 3:33 am, my dogs have been acting weird, my small 1 year old dog will start to do laps around the house bearing his teeth, my big 10 year old dog first started to just move around very slow like she didn't have any kind of energy; now she's acting mean and won't leave my side. Two nights ago my fiance told me I woke him up having a conversation with something/someone. Said all that he could make out was "Something's coming." while I was pointing up at the ceiling. I for one do not recall ever doing this. He woke me up asking me who I was talking to and what was I pointing at. All I could say was "I don't know."

So really what I'm asking is what am I to do about this, as it shows it's not a good thing judging how my dogs are acting. Should I go and sage my house?

Dream of: 09 November 2013 "Transparent People"
I'm in a building with a group of perhaps 50 people. I can't figure out exactly where we are, but some strange things are happening. Some of the people seem to be transparent. When they step up to me, I try to touch them and my hands go right through them. Not all the people, however, are ghostly and transparent - some are real. I'm trying to understand what's going on here and how this is happening. I think that the transparent effect must be accomplished by mirrors or that there is some other logical explanation. Maybe some kind of experiment is being performed on us. I'm amazed, however, that I can actually pass my hand right through a fellow who is standing in front of me. I just can't figure it out. How is that possible?
The place is like a big showroom. One real fellow around 50 years old (who resembles a man who runs a pawn shop in Portsmouth) has found a very attractive woman (around 30 years old) who is sitting naked on a couch. She is one of the unreal people. I have the feeling that the fellow has already had sex with the woman. I walk past them a couple times. When the fellow stands up and walks away from the woman, I ask him if he minds if I sit down with the woman. Since he doesn't seem to mind, I sit down next to her. I think I will actually be able to touch this woman and have sex with her. I've already taken off my clothes and I'm completely naked. I already have an erection. The woman seems very willing. I think I'll simply climb on top of her.
For some reason, however, I change my mind. I stand up and start walking around. I now realize that several of these naked ghostly women are circulating in the room. I see the man who had been sitting on the couch. He is standing naked in front of me and he says something about having already had sex "three times". I realize that naked women are sitting all over the place and that I could have sex with them if I want. As I continue walking, I blurt out, "Are there any women here?" What I'm asking is whether any real women are here.
Other real people are also trying to figure out what is going on. One person finds an old brown console television which looks like something from the 1950s. Although other newer televisions are also sitting around, the old one is the only one which appears to work. It looks as if it actually has programs on it and several of us gather around to watch. The more I look at the television, however, I realize that the same ghostly people are also putting on the shows on the television.
I try talking to some of the unreal people around me. I keep trying to figure out what is going on, but it eludes me. I finally walk out a back door and I see a river flowing beside the building. I see another small building next door and a postman is standing in front of the building. I holler at him, but he doesn't answer, and I conclude that he must be one of the ghostly people.
I walk back into the showroom and walk to the front where I find four women sitting at a table with a bunch of stuff which looks like bottles of perfume and make-up piled on it. As I stand naked in from of them with a big boner, I experience a revelation, and with a sweep of one hand I knock all the stuff off the table. The women don't seem startled by my action and they seem to look at my action as my announcement that I've figured out what is going on here. Actually I haven't yet completely figured out what is going on.
I look at the four women. They are probably all in their 30s (one black-haired woman vaguely looks like Chris, a Facebook friend whom I've known since the late 1960s). I realize that these four women are real, and I remember seeing them back when I first arrived here. I had earlier felt intimidated by these women. They are all dressed, all are tall and thin and in good shape, all seem intelligent. Sitting here in a little coterie, they apparently have figured out things to some extent. They seem to realize that I've finally come to my senses about what is happening here. Now I feel as if I'm their equal and I intend to sit down and talk with them. I'm going to have to come to terms with these real women and deal with them because they seem to hold some kind of key to what is transpiring here. I feel as if I would like to get to know them better. They say something about my "little thing", a reference to my penis. I respond, "I don't want to startle you. I'm going to put on some clothes."
I tell them that I'll be right back and I walk away so I can put on some clothes. As I walk away, a memory returns about being on a bus with some people and going somewhere. The bus driver took a short cut. He had a wreck and we all got killed. This memory helps me understand how I came to be here and it all starts to make sense. The ghostly people here were all killed in the bus crash. Some of the people, however, like the four women sitting at the table, are real.
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Nov. 19:

Dreamed I was sharing an attic bedroom with a roommate, but there wasn't enough space for both of our beds. She'd already set hers up, and I was trying to explain that there wasn't enough space and I didn't have anywhere to sleep, but she just told me that was my own problem.

Dreamed I had a pet ball python but forgot to get it a heat rock or food. It was living in a tupperware bin, and I fed it hot dogs. Mom had the car, and wouldn't let me use it to drive to Petsmart, but she wouldn't take me either. I was worried that my snake was going to die. Mom said that, instead, she was driving to a different city to return a keyboard she'd bought (because it sucked). I'd bought the same model and asked if I could go with to return mine as well. She still refused to stop at Petsmart.

Nov 20:
I can't recall my dreams. I have a vague impression that they involved cars.

I am visiting my friend T's house, which is way too sitcom-looking. In this world, he is apparently a costumed superhero, and he is freaking out because he thinks someone will discover his secret identity (Paranoia is definitely his thing in real life). So we go through his house to process "evidence" of his secret life:

• First bit of evidence is, somehow, leftover meat in a casserole dish (lol, what?), which my advice is to not leave that shit out or it'll spoil. That settles T down a little.
• Second bit of evidence is a board game that's titled something ridiculous like "I'm Secretly a Crime Fighter" (lolol, whaaat?), in which Dream Me rationalizes something like owning a Monopoly board doesn't make me a tycoon. Wise words, Dream Me. Wise words.
• Third piece of evidence is the severed human head of a criminal he has in his freezer (lolololol, wh-- *record scratch* wait, what?). Apparently, Dream Me already knows about this; as T is opening up his freezer, I tell him I don't need to see it, just don't keep it in your freezer anymore. I also Dream Know that T kept the head in a plastic bag.

So now, my subconscious gets a conscience (ha! ...too soon after talking about freezer remains. I got ahead of myself), and it took form of an argument between Cartman and Kyle Broflovski about morals.

Then shit got REALLY weird.

My view zooms in to Kyle's face, to the point I can see the individual pimples. The pimples, who talk in Al Gore voice, are conferring with one another to stop their host body because his morals are being swayed. So now, the pimple choose to infiltate Kyle's mind, which resembles a blue room with a computer on the floor.

Two pimple-people (hehe), a male and female dressed in tight black outfits and harnesses like rejects from a Mission Impossible remake, has snuck in, and are attempting to upload a virus into the computer/Kyle's mind. But Kyle's consciousness materializes inside himself to stop them; first, he stomps on the head of the pimple-man (symbolism alert -- also, what is up with me and head violence that night?), then pokes a hole with his fingers in the pimple-woman's side, causing her to deflate like a balloon before she could hit the "Enter" key. Mind-Kyle looks over her while she says something to appeal to him -- it seems to work, because Kyle hits the "Enter" key himself to upload the virus. The dream fades before I can find out what happens next.

Note: There was, at one point in all this, a screen where I'm equipping items to slots like I'm playing an Flash RPG game, and having trouble deciding whether getting the bonus in X is better than the other. But I'm not sure/remember where THAT little scene fit in. I dream in video game way, way too much,

Date: 08 Nov

Wbtb: latte (1/3), 34 mg

LD: I suddenly find myself in our living room and it is dark. My initial thought is that this is quite a bad location for any TOTY tasks. I take some time to fit in instead of rushing like crazy. There are creepy noises coming from somewhere and I don't feel very comfortable with that, so decide to stay where I am. My hands find the tablet and I use it to light around. I think I am also seeing the HI lights swirling around the room at some point.

I open the browser and decide to type dreamviews, but as soon as I type "dre" the keyboard changes and I give up. Then think that it will be really cool to play some music. I tap a couple of buttons like the music app and a song starts playing, there's also something on the screen like album picture. I expected to hear some cool dream techno but it's a nice rock song. The only problem is the sound is not loud enough for my preferences. I want the sound to blast all around me or at least to be a bit louder. My tech instinct is to increase the volume on the tablet and I keep on pressing the button but no result.

I decide to check out how the other rooms look, carrying the tablet to light the way. There are 4 plastic and paper shopping bags in front of the entrance door. I also take a peek in the bedroom and see bf asleep. I concentrate and see a sleeping body where I should be. This feels a bit creepy and I quickly walk away, trying not to wake myself up (also flashing with the tablet in my own face).

I go back to the living room, now contemplating an exit. The most efficient way seems the window. I face the it, wondering whether to directly phase though it or try to open it, being a bit concerned that phasing might make me end up in the void, like a few days ago. I do a mix of both, half phase, half open the window which is somewhat stuck.

The outside world is someplace unknown to me, but I don't pay attention to that. I end up on a balcony and try to figure out how to get down from here. There are kids playing on the street, and if I correctly remember the trees' leave are already yellow? I shout something at the kids about them helping me out, more to feel confident that asking for help, then I do the swing forward and end up on the street. Not sure if I used a tree branch or just the habitual move.

Before I go anywhere, I take a last look at our place. The window is now open, and we are dangerously close to the ground, making it possible for someone to climb back there. I briefly wonder if it is possible that the dream body actually has opened a real window, then dismiss the idea. There are three kids running around, one wears a strange purple clay-like mask on his face. I tell him to behave, there was something that he did. Then, I think I asked them where the wall of China is, but no reply. The kids were pretty independent and lively DCs though.

I decide to walk around and look for the wall of China. Everything is extremely vivid and stable. It is midday, feels like early fall too. There's so much detail. I see a street name on one of the nearby buildings and try to read it but then change my mind. This time, I decide that I will allow the dream to gently lead me to any desired TOTY objects, rather than me forcing things to appear. As I am scanning the surroundings for something appropriate to use, I notice this church on one of the streets. It's made of pink sandstone, very beautiful. The whole building is absolutely perfect and so elaborate that I just can't believe my mind can create so much and correct detail. Still checking out what's around me, I make sure to also look for any tall buildings that can fit another TOTY. Nothing too tall though.

I turn right and explore the other street, looking for the wall of china or any elements that might help get there. There are rail tracks in front of what I think is near our place and also a pretty large and quite beautiful train station, its facade is made of bricks with the same pinkish color. I decide to go back, looking for greenery in the other direction. Instead of greenery or the street where I came from, I now find myself facing rail tracks again and a number of heavy trains are passing by. As I wait for them to go away and evaluate the terrain and how hard it will be to cross all these rails, I think it might be a good idea to rub my hands and remind myself that this is a dream. I am casually walking around, rubbing my hands, but the dream already seems out of fuel and I gradually wake up.

I am supposed to journal, but fall back to non-ld sleep instead.

After my Japanese Dragons dream I went back to sleep using WILD. I was lucid from when I first entered the dream. I was a little girl sitting in a black room with a giant teddy bear. There was a corridor I went down there carrying my teddy bear and there was a door. I remember that if there is a door it can lead to wherever you want it to. I tried to go to Japan. Sure enough when I opened the door there was Japan! I walked through the door there were lots of light and people and busy traffic. I walked up to a random Japanese DC and asked if he liked my teddy bear. He said "no". I turned into Charizard and used my flamethrower on him. I said "Do you like my teddy bear now?" He was now laying on the floor looking all burnt. He replied "If I say no you are just going to use your flamethrower again wont you?" I knew myself that if he were to say no I would of used my flamethrower again on him so I woke up laughing. That was the funnest dream that I have had in a long time!

Crazy long dream chaining this morning ( with alarm DEILD ), around 10 reentries.

They happened after around 9 hours of sleep, and were all very short, but i could always manage to fall asleep and DEILD again. Btw, i was on my back, which i think helps with awareness, somehow, and my autosnooze alarm was ringing every 15 min, reminding me to DEILD.

I used WILD to fall asleep as I do every night. I was lucid from when I first entered the dream. I was Charizard. I flew up into the air to go to Japan. After a while I was there. I went in a sushi restaurant and eat sushi. It tasted really really really sweet. Sweeter than any sushi I have ever eaten before. Then I crashed through the wall and wondered what to do next. I then remembered the task of the month. I saw a light blue dragon and a purple dragon walking down the street. I asked them what they were most thankful for. They said that they were most thankful for and the light blue dragon replied that she was most thankful for being able to lucid dream. The purple dragon said she was most thankful for being able to fly and she flew up into the air and flew away. I then throw a pie at the light blue dragons face. She liked her face with her GINORMOUS tong and breathed fire and burned down a few buildings. I then felt really really dizzy and I fell over. I began to panic since this has never happened to me before. The dream began to fade I then woke up. Now I think about it that always used to happen to me when I got excited in a dream or when I was about to wake up from a dream when I was younger. Maybe it has just started to happen to me again.

11/19/13 A long vivid DILD that started with my wife being upset. I RCd by lifting my legs off the ground and attempting to sit cross legged 3 feet off the ground. It worked and I was now fully lucid. I think the dream was about 30 minutes, but it time dilated out to seem like an hour or more. I mostly just played around with fine control using TK skills and talking with DCs. I went for a couple long flights, each ending back up at my house. I had to stabilize 4 times to maintain such a long dream. I used a finger mudra trick each time and they worked well. Fun highlights: On one flight I randomly decided to make all the trees come to life like you may see in Disney films, with great big faces. I also made them sing. It was very light and funny! I also tried rocketing feet first through houses like a bullet. First I pictured smashing through windows, but then switched to going straight through walls.
At a couple points DCs were going on about being upset, but I just tuned them out and did my thing anyways.

drempt that i was in a video game type dream that i had tried to beat several times . winning envolved some weird usage of a pitchfork on this random system on the tv that was somehow tide into a challange in real life for some reason i thnk having to do with politics

then later i dreampt my grandma and i went to a toystore. there were these giant versions of the gameboy advance and the game boy sp. i asked grandma if it was asking to much and she said to get whatever i wanted. in the store she started crying remembering past video game systems she had bought me, i cried as well. it was like a very nostalgic moment.

i think my wanting to buy this system is like trying to return to the ignorance of youth. its nostalgic, some how escape from worries and drownd it out in pokemon

Morning of November 20, 2013. Wednesday.



Once again, I am back in my childhood home in Cubitis in the large front yard. It seems to be just before dawn. This is a little like my recurring dreams where I watch inexplicable events in the sky at dawn with a feeling of nostalgia and bliss. I am semi-lucid, but my dream only becomes more vivid in the last segment.

Some of the presumed alien spaceships I see overhead are v-shaped. A few others are different. I even see an X-wing fighter as in “Star Wars”. Some classmates are walking about in the area. We are all much younger.

After a short time, I notice a weird blue somewhat spherical creature running around in circles in the yard. I am not sure if it came from one of the spaceships. It is only about waist-high. It is apparently a dangerous alien (by the seeming mood implied by the others), but then I see it is actually one of the Freakies from the old Freakies Cereal (which I had not seen in about thirty years or more though I had collected all seven plastic figures with several duplicates). It is the blue one, Snorkledorf, which looks like male genitalia with legs. Before I realize it is a Freaky though, I do go after it to protect the others from a possible alien attack. I sort of grab it and press down on its head and discover that it is much like a balloon (reminding me of those old child-sized upright dinosaur balloons my parents and relatives got from gas stations, I think either as a giveaway or from trading stamps, which could be used as punching bags).

As in many other dreams where I have chased monsters around, there is no fear or concern, just a sense of curiosity or mild frustration if it is not caught. I hold my body weight down over his head and try not to hurt him, eventually worrying that the pressure might kill him and I do not want to become infamous for killing the Freaky Snorkledorf.

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In afterthought, this may be an association with my childhood “pachydermophobia” rendered now as a playful game as an adult as elephants are obviously no longer a “threat” (though it may also be a play on exaggerated sexuality). It is interesting how dreams can feature mostly forgotten television commercials (and the small related toys) from over thirty years ago.

The “dream journal synchronicity” tag has been added due to another poster having a very similar dream (regarding the dream journal site only).

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My niece is over for a few hours because my sister had to do something for a bit.
Its getting late now, my niece is worried. she keeps dragging me over to the phone to call my sister.
I told her they'll be back, just don't know when.
I go into the living room, she drags me in there again.
I decided to give it a call and when i looked at the phone, the phone was very futuristic and I didnt even know how to use it. I don"t remember anything after that.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1:

I was trying to nap and someone started distracting me, then i went back to nap and had to choose one of 7 dragon pics?

Dream 2:

I wake up and suddenly get attacked by 'Attacker DC', i resist and then knock him far back with roar.Then i wake up again, vision is kinda weird so i am still dreaming, room is also veeery small, i go towards balcony and easily smash the door open and then take off using my wings. Shortly sudden wave of wind or some kind of power throws me towards the ground, and i kind of lag/glitch in air, bizarre. I get stuck like that for like 10-15 seconds and then finally manage to get out of 'glitch', i fly a bit higher and notice random group of windows in the air, when i get closer my room 'fades in' on my position and shortly dream ends.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some rts and there were missions, the terrain was grey and i had to build some turrets to defend the base from some enemy waves, they were way too weak though, mission was pretty tough. I've started different one, grey terrain again and here i was kinda racing enemy in building some rather overpowered units, which then started massive battle with lots of explosions. Then i've built 'Doomsday tank' which then crushed massive waves of enemies.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was in some team and we were trying to find way out of city. We were moving between some large balconies and fighting or avoiding enemies.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was with a group of people and we all had some abilities and we were trying to figure out what causing problems in some kinda of complex. We have found nests of giant ants in underground area and there were two types of them, different colors, one of types was friendly and they were fighting each other. We started fighting hostile ones and defeated them, then we started searching way out and after a while found it. Then hostile ants were back and started causing earthquakes, and also enemy soldiers started attacking the complex at same time. I was easily defeating them but after a while got lost in outdoors area. Then there was something about using panels to cross sand.

Hit and run
I'm driving somewhere with Josh. We're in his black SUV, driving along 120 (he's driving), talking about something. Suddenly, I notice that the car in front of us (another black SUV) has stopped, but Josh hasn't noticed. I point it out, and he tries to brake and swerve, but he still ends up clipping the right-back corner of the car in front of us. I try to check myself over for injuries, especially my neck, but nothing seems sore, so I'm very thankful. I'm surprised when Josh doesn't stop but just keeps going. I ask him if this isn't committing a hit and run, and he makes a noncommittal response. I look behind us and see that the other car is following us.

Now we're in town, driving through a winding, one-lane area with cars parked everywhere. Somehow, we get cornered, and the guy calls from his car to see if we'll stop now and trade insurance information. Josh agrees. The guy confirms that Josh really will stop, and Josh says that, yes, he really will. They both pull into parking spaces, but Josh pulls in backwards. As soon as the opportunity presents itself, he races out of the space and away. I look around to see if the other car is following, but they're not. Josh cautions me that there's probably another car trailing us now, one of the guy's friends, and asks me to look around and try to find the tail. I start to look around us, noting what cars I can see and who the drivers are. I see two or three cars that are suspicious and try to remember them. I'll keep a watch and see if any of those cars really is tailing us.

Now we're in a parking garage. We're parked in a space (again backed in), and a car has parked in front of us, blocking our exit. The new car is very strange. It's actually a pair of huge candy-red bikes joined by a sort of cage. The bikes can be removed and driven separately, or they can be combined together into car mode. A woman demonstrates removing the driver-side bike and riding around the parking garage. The wheels are ovals, so the thing bounces up and down crazily, but I understand it's a very efficient design. She brings it back over to the car and mates it with its twin. I see a warning label right above the front wheel saying that it's not a recreational bike, it's a car, and it should be used as such, even when in bike mode.


Escaping dog
I'm at home, in our entryway. The kids are going out the front door to do something. They're careless and our dog manages to race past them and get out. He only runs like that when he's chasing after something; and that probably means he's seen another dog and is going to go be aggressive. I take off as fast as I can, running after him and calling for him to stop. I'm only wearing socks, and there are gumballs (spiky seed pods) on the ground, so it makes running difficult. Across the street, I see that a woman has her dog out, but she's seen my dog racing for them, so she's getting her dog inside and closing the door.

Now I'm on her driveway, my dog's collar firmly in hand. The husband is outside, and I'm apologizing to him. He's pretty unhappy with us, but I don't think he's going to do anything rash. I try to change the topic a little by telling him that we've never really met, even though we've lived across the street from each other for nearly 10 years. I introduce myself and reach out to shake his hand. After a moment, he shakes it.


Fragment
I'm in a small group of people. All of us are carrying large firearms - shotguns or rifles. It's awkward, though, because the muzzles are all tied together with a fairly short rope.


Analysis
Dreamsigns:
* Awkward social situation
* Something bad in a car