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Dream 1(fragments):

I was going through some locations and apparently i broke some kind of law of that place and everyone was thinking i am crazy or something.

Dream 2:

I was playing some RPG game and then was looking through scripts, by looking at code i've noticed that one of options summoned stealth enemies and was causing dialogue variations in the next scene.
Then upon entering next area game turned into some kind of Serious Sam/Doom mix. Next area was mostly using brown brick textures and was kinda huge maze, there were lots of enemies both from doom and serious sam and then there was an arena with boss at the end which was like hybrid of cyberdemon and red mechanoid.
Then i've decided to test out coop on same level with SilentEternity and map was going completely different way around the arena and through more mazes, where we have found keycards. On the way groups of enemies were spawning.
Then we have started next level and our spawns were separate. I've started in grey area with lots of pillars and fought mostly imps and pinkys, but then there were also scientist zombies in closets, randomly opening. Then i've found a wall of buttons and pressed some of them, which caused PC to glitch out. Apparently my PC was also made of various doom textures and it kept freezing. I was trying to fix it.

Recalled a lot of frags last night.

I was at the grocery store with my mom. We were buying food for some event at my taekwondo studio. I recommended that we buy 20 packages of spaghetti. (A lot) But she said that would be too much. I had to remind her about the children class at the studio that has like 50 students.

I was outside the grocery store (same dream probably, but I can't remember how I got out here.) Still with my mom, and we were discussing how we were going to carry the groceries home. Apparently we didn't have a car. Another detail I recall was the sky was very weird, it looked like the sun was rising and setting at the same time.

I was actually at my taekwondo studio and the master was having us do this weird new thing with our kicks that was supposed to help us stretch out. When I started doing it, I was pretty bad, but I looked even worse because I was too far into the corner of the studio and didn't have requited room to move around.
After we were done doing 15 of the kicks (all of us) even though mine were pretty sloppy, he dismissed class and let us go.

I was in my math class. We were getting our tests back, and they were pass/fail. I looked at my test and (I kid you not) the number 99.99% was written on the top. Apparently I had dropped a negative sign somewhere on the test. I looked through it and found the circled problem. And when I looked at it, there WAS a negative sign next to the number, be it small and difficult to see.
A called my teacher to show her that she had graded it wrong, but she said that I had written the negative sign too high up, and she couldn't count it.
I started looking through my backpack for a pencil to change the answer. As I did, the classroom morphed into the backstage of a play setting, with people in costumes going on/off stage and people moving props and stuff. But I was still focused on finding a pencil. I never did find one but what I found was much more interesting.
I found a number of drawings, many of them of dream related things. One of them was of two of "me" one of them looked like me from real life. The other of myself when I see myself in dreams. Another was of Manei, my own dream guide sitting in a meditative position.
I actually became mildly lucid after seeing that drawing.
The third and final drawing that I remember seeing was of... I never told anyone about my recurring "Symbol" dream, but that will be discussed later.

Or maybe I'll completely forget to talk about the symbol dream.

And that brings me to the title of this entry. I have had really bad recall and haven't had a lucid dream in at-least two months. But last night I had recall for the second night in a row. It seems like good launchpad to start breaking down these mental barriers.
And that's because I think I finally figured out why lucid dreaming got so difficult. It's all in my head. It only got more difficult because I thought it was going to get more difficult, and It can get easier, too. I know how easy some of my lucid dreams came, and it's not a difficult concept to grasp. So I am starting a project called "breaking mental barriers" to try and reset myself to the mindset that lucid dreaming is easy. This next week, I'm going to act like a newbie lucid dreamer, and go back to the basics of DILD and the likes, with hopes that I can start lucid dreaming again.

Morning of November 11, 2013. Monday.



This fairly long dream is of a nature I experience very frequently. I enter a fully lucid state and decide I will visit a relative in the USA, in this case the only living sister on my mother’s side (Marilyn). I will do this with a continuous combination of teleporting and flying (from my present home in Queensland, Australia). I fly over the ocean enjoying the feelings of the wind on my face and the sound of the waves. It is very clear and beautiful. Later on, after what seems about fifteen minutes or more, I notice an area with Spanish moss and cypress trees, making it seem as if I am now over a river, possibly in Florida.

Eventually, continuing to fly over water, and in several cases teleporting a fair distance ahead, I see a building which I recognize to be in La Crosse, Wisconsin after having an awareness of having moved over the Black River for a considerable distance. I land near the building and then continue, walking, in a northeasterly direction. Much of the area is very different but I am still somewhat familiar with where I should go. (The Rose Street area where I used to live and walk a few blocks to school, although the school is still there, has been built up and industrialized considerably, almost beyond recognition.)

In one area, there is a group of young violent males with knives, near what is like a larger culvert and an area that reflects a lower level of urban decay. I tell them that I am not actually there (physically) but in my dream form, so they can just go on with whatever they are doing. Only one of them seems somewhat threatening. I reach into my right pants pocket to find a large, already-open switchblade and throw it with the blade end as it goes perfectly into the other person’s sternum and he is fallen/easily defeated. I walk on, continuing northeast and notice that a new switchblade has materialized in the same pocket in the same way as if there is an endless supply.

I eventually end up at my sister’s house. She is much older and there is a mention by her of how she smelled Guinea pigs and cigarette smoke upon my arrival. This makes no sense, as she was a heavy smoker in the family (not quite as much as her husband, though) but has apparently quit as of several years ago. She seems slightly tired and ill (as she often was in real life over the years - she is still alive as of this writing). (In real life, we do have two Guinea pigs though they are mostly only handled by the children.)

I mention how my next-youngest son Lorenzo is a regular character on a (fictional) television western series on Monday nights, wanting to know if she had seen it. In fact, for some unknown reason, some scenes are then suddenly being shot at the location I am in presently, though I wonder how they will integrate the scenes filmed inside the house into the actual show to reflect the show’s intended background environment - perhaps the commonly used green-screen compositing or chroma key compositing. I am happy that Lorenzo is there for my sister to finally see him in “real life” (although it is a dream).

A little later, we (my wife and a couple others) seem to have a setup there. There is one point where my brother J’s cheerful spirit walks in through the front porch out of a radiant white light and to an additional room to the south where we engage in conversation for quite some time (although I do not remember much of it). For a short time after he leaves, I think about going onto the porch to look more closely (through the implied portal) at what is beyond but decide not to. The house is not anything like the one I last saw my sister living at (I am not at all familiar with the one she lives in now in real life). In the background is still a feeling of awe and contemplation based on the discovery of how a childhood dream seemed to involve actual time travel over many years - the “Patches” one, where I actually saw (without the slightest clue it could ever be as such, especially as two areas of the wall had to be sealed up and the middle window replaced by the smaller twelve-paned one) that area of the house as it would be in the distant future in a real-life event. It feels very familiar and deeply personal to me now (I actually thought I would not experience anymore newer childhood-based paranormal connections or new unfolding of such) as if it has something to do with having access to eternity when in certain dream states, made more such by the three bats being a symbol of messages from the future (or “eternity”) as well. This has taught me that many childhood dreams I have not fully resolved (precognitive-wise, as all dreams seem to have very literal and precise precognitive features at one point or another) could still have repercussions on the now and the (even distant from here) future. I think this is related to what brother Jim was saying to me. He seems to be in the same form of when I knew him as a boy, but less overweight.

In the last section of my dream, we seem to have a setup for a cheap, quick, and “lowest common denominator” form of public entertainment (with only one slightly askew TV camera on the porch thus far) involving one of those so-called talent or idol shows which I have never watched any of fully. In this case, it is also a type of a hidden camera show involving a practical joke (although by the implied studio rather than a friend), where a person with no acting, writing, or other ability is filmed in a way similar to “The Truman Show”. The young man is possibly from the group of the people with knives and is told he will be famous and in several movie rolls (as a gag, to be part of some silly shots only rather than a real movie). It seems slightly cruel.

I later notice that there is a collection (belonging to me and my wife) of nine black horses (in somewhat of a three by three arrangement), each either from an old carousel or a rare antique rocking horse, most oriented towards the south, but at different angles and within a group of other smaller items and smaller furniture. This may relate to traveling back into some of the mysteries of childhood that I have not focused on in quite some time.

Original entry dated Feb. 16, 2002:

I had a nightmare that I had a daughter. I don't remember much about it except that it was quite bizarre and I was very unhappy about many things that occurred in the dream.

I had a nightmare about a huge war in a desert, and a lot of people died, but I think that's more along the lines of the typical "post-apocalyptic" dream if not for one of the characters in it. I was 12 when I had it but the girl I met was so compelling that I still remember the dream. She was dressed in blue and had long, straight brown hair and dark, intense eyes. She was in her teens in the dream, but had an oval, almost classic face that was too sad for someone so young. She saved my life. In the dream, there were spaceship like planes that were black and flew very low, and tanklike things that transported weapons. I was almost crushed by one but she threw me out of the way. I can only assume that she died, but the whole scene was enveloped by the dust kicked up by tank-treads.

I had another dream about a bunch of people testing a plane. It looked kind of like a flat triangle. Like a stealth-bomber, but not quite, there was something decidedly different about it. In any case, the test backfired and the plane crashed and burned. Luckily, the pilot didn't die. I can't remember if he was badly injured or not.

This was followed by another, very long and vivid dream, which I'm going to try to actually do justice:

A tree towers to dizzying heights, wreathed in clouds. It is held up by a pillar of massive, mossy trunk. Through the tangled roots springs a city, its buildings sprouting like mushrooms between the toes of a giant. Grey and fading, the tree and city are cloaked by dusk. The strange slant of the sunlight causes the shadows to pool in strange places.

A man walks down the street, turning a corner, only to find himself amidst steaming tropical vegetation, a savage jungle. He panics, running blindly, and stares up into a dazzling sky to see something rushing toward him. That was how a nameless man was splattered in the middle of an intersection. The only person who took the time to observe this event was a small girl.

After pausing to observe this event, the girl continued on her way through the twisting streets. The residents of the city streamed about her in a phantasmal flow of ghosts, fantastic, colorful, distorted, and exaggerated.

Her eyes lit momentarily on a shadowy figure, and quickly jerked away. She drew into the phantom crowd, which closed around her in a flutter of harlequin rags, and she was relieved to see the figure encompassed by the swirl of paraders.

She withdrew from the stream of grotesques and picked her way along rambling streets, tiptoeing across melted bricks. She turned to find the shadow, floating languidly above the flowing pavement. It regarded her cooly with bulbous glowing orbs set into a body that seemed to have no substance at all, except for a blurred grey outline. Ghostly animals slunk behind the wilted trashcans, chittering softly from the half-shadows.

I've broken up some of these dream entries so I can tag them properly. With only 10 tags, it can be a little hard.

Tre drömmar:

Zuuhs var på bussen, vi var i en liten stad (där hon bodde). Hon frågade om jag bodde här nu och jag svarade att det var svårt att bestämma sig (jag tänkte på Korren, det var som att det inte var Karlstad, men Korren bodde här).

Hanna i socionomklassen var inneboende hos mig. Hon ropade från sitt rum att jag måste sänka teven. Jag gick på morgonen och grämnde mig över att jag lämnat mat kvar på golvet (jag åt på golvet, men från tallrikar och så).


Skulle låna toaletten som var en integrerad del av Haralds rum. Harald pratade i telefon med någon. Jag "bodde" i vardagsrummet. Det var rätt mycket grejer överallt. Jag satt ner och kissade.

My first journal entry and I actually have no new dreams to report. I guess I've been complaining so much about wanting a break from dream recall that my subconscious actually gave me a break. I've been dreaming but it's fuzzy when I wake up.
I know that sounds a little arrogant doesn't it? Complaining about dream recall. I apologize. I know most people on here WANT to remember their dreams. I've been remembering mine every night since I can remember so a night without remembering them would be a godsend. Most of them are very action/monsters/aliens/fighting so they can be emotionally exhausting. There have been many nights I've woken up shaking. Even though I may remember my dreams naturally, after reading posts and DJs I realize I haven't done a lot to control my dreams. Super powers yeah, but actually affecting the people and creatures and environment. That is something I've never really focused on. I'll try to start doing that. It might actually help the dream content.

Since this is my first post though I did want to write about a dream. There are many that have stuck with me for one reason or another, so I wanted to talk about one of those.

Hmmmm...ok here is a less depressing one.

I was on a space station, with my choir class of all things. This dream was from at least 5 years ago. There were three species on board and each had its own quarters. There were humans, some human-looking species except they were all breathtakingly beautiful, and an amphibious species (think monster of the deep lagoon, but tall, trim, and sassy.) I was running down one of the corridors and saw one of the amphibians walking my way. I couldn't tell the sex. It was a forest green in color and wearing a neon pink speedo. The reason for this was because, like frogs, their skin secreted a mucus and so they didn't wear clothes, except for neon speedos apparently. Also, if humans touched their skin it would give us a rash so I tried dodging past the sashaying (and literally he/she was working it) amphibian but accidentally bumped arms.

I fell into a duct and rolled down into a compartment of some sort. I had a little red rash on my arm but no further damage.

Dream skip.

The next thing I knew I was in the "gorgeous humanoids" part of the ship. It reminded me of an old English countryside with a big manor, except we were in a ship. (Size is trivial I suppose.) They were all dressed to the nines and having some kind of party. Perhaps a tea party? One of the males caught sight of me and wanted to have me. (A pet? A wife? I couldn't tell.) So the rest of the dream was me trying to get away from him. XD The worst part was my best friend, who was in the dream, had a crush on him. It was a horrible love triangle awkwardness thing with me running from him and he running from my friend. I think back on it now and it was pretty funny.

It's been a while so I don't remember much, but..

My parents are driving down a neighborhood street and I'm riding in the back. I see the biggest insectivore bats I've ever seen on top of roofs of houses - they were about the size of a large cat (a good thing for me). I get my parents to stop the car and I run out there and there is a normal-sized bat flying around that I manage to catch. There are a bunch of little kids around and I hold out the bat to the kids and teach them about it, and I allow it to lick their faces, which they enjoy.

In another part, I'm at my locker at school and my friend/locker partner is there, and we're putting in/getting out books from the locker. It's very awkward, since I've been away for a while and things are different.

DILD - 7:23AM

I am following some young woman along something like an obstacle course in a wide open parking lot. There are office partitions, road cones, and kettlebells lined up. I watch to see what the woman is going to do but at that moment I notice a bright light in the sky come out from behind a cloud. When I zero in on what it could be it looks like a plain, ordinary heliocopter. I almost dismiss it but something looks a little off. I remember this type of thing is a dream sign and I hesitantly decide this is probably a dream.

At that very instant the dream collapses and I am back in my bed. I don't have any vibes but I feel like I am in a good transitional stage. Suddenly I hear the sound of the TV in the other room. I can't make out what it is but the volume must be turned way up. I assume my wife did it and I try to get up to tell her to stop but I realize I can't move. I opt to try shouting, "WILL YOU TURN OFF THE TV?!?", but my voice sounds off.

I attempt opening my eyes the sound morphs into the sound of the box fan and I see my wife's face next to me. I am on my back but my head is turned and she in on her side. I remember falling back to sleep in this position and realize I must be seeing physical reality. I still can't move and I realize is this full SP. I quickly close my eyes and try not to panic against the urge to fight the paralysis.Relaxing, I let it all go.

My body begins feel light and it seems like I am rolling over on my wife. I don't worry about it and decide now is a good time to try to move. I stand up and go outside but for some reason I lose all lucidity on my way out.

Now, I am sitting some on parch next to an older woman. I feel horny so I ask her to have sex with me in a crude way. At first, she says no but I get the feeling she really wants to. I gently force myself on her and we begin to have sex.

Suddenly, the woman in gone and I am sitting on the porch again holding my son. Feeling awkward and confused I quickly put him down.

Now I am looking out the window my living room. I see people walking off the porch. The older woman, some man, and my wife holding my sons hand. I think, "Now they are gone, I can be lucid again." I remember that, yes, I am still dreaming but the dream collapses again and I wake up.

A psychiatrist talking to another doctor about music and musicians, saying this is the type of personality that in these days uses hypnosis to tell themselves "this is my fanciful, flighty dream, that no one lets die." In other words: treating a wild dream as a practical career path, and being convinced to abandon a dream, are both viewed as mistakes.

There's a group of women in a small village, they all wear black and cover their hair, and a while ago they summoned up the Devil. Now he can't leave until a certain thing happens - he's trying to cause that thing to happen, the women are trying to prevent it. The women are talking about another, younger woman, who's either new in the village or has been away, and so isn't aware that this thing must be prevented.

The scene changes to show that Devil, who's been posing as a human man in that village, and at the moment is trying to get home without being caught by the sun and without being seen by his wife, who believes him to be human. He gets out of the building he'd been in by crawling down the side of the wall head first, and sneaks into his own home through the kitchen window, just before his wife enters the room. She finds him there casually drinking a glass of wine, and he mocks her for some supposed addiction problem of hers.

Someone's playing a waltz, I'm looking at LaCroix dancing with a blonde woman. I don't know him (I'm not playing Nick's role this time, though I'm not myself either), but something about seeing him gives me the sense that I'm seeing a path not taken. As I'm watching him and the woman he's dancing with, I become aware that this is Underhill, and a dream; and possibly those are synonyms. (This wasn't lucid at all - the character I was at the time was thinking of this scene as his own dream, not mine.)

dream 1:
i am walking along the road with other people and we have a donkey with us for some reason i throw a firecracker on the ground and it explodes and the other people ask me why i did it before i answer the dream fades

DREAM 2:

i am downstairs with someone else who is trying to convince me to open dads gun safe i keep telling her that i wont and so then she takes out this highly advanced computer system hacker thing and starts to hack into the gun safe but then i thought that what she was doing was to illogical and unrealistic and then my whole family walk downstairs and to where the gun safe is and i say to everybody "hey man, we could be dreaming" and we all do a reality check and we figure out that it is a dream. and now I'm LUCID so the dream starts to fade but i stop it and when it is completely stable i walk outside and try some telekinesis witch iv never done before AND it works THE FIRST FUCKING TIME witch is fucken awesome and so i pick the dog up with my mind and fling it across the yard and then i go inside and say to my sister " hey Meredith you know how this is a dream and everything? " and she says "yea" and then i say "WATCH THIS" and i pick up a bottle of coke with my mind and splash it in her face LOL and she says "cool" and then i walk outside again and the dream just randomly ends i don't know why?

Dream one is fuzzy at best, but I distinctively know that I'm searching for something for someone in an urban setting. It's pretty gray and humid, and it may be raining. I also remember that the buildings are a bit old and dirty, 12-15 stories tall, and set up in a "U" shape so that is has an overbearing feel. The streets are also dirty, and it's quite populated. Whatever I'm looking for is around here. That's about it.

Dream two took a 180 turn, and now I'm in a grassy field on the edge of a lush forest. This is a much more peaceful world, and I knew that the forest is home to magical creatures like elves and fairies and talking animals and whatnot. In fact, the color is very lush and vivid, and I feel like I'm in the opening of The Last Unicorn; the second I realize that, a wizard's familiar emerges from the top of the tree I'm standing under and fires a ball of fire out of its mouth at me. I jump out of the way, and I somehow know it did that to get my attention/is testing me/just being kind of a mischievous dick; I also know it's trying to troll me, so no use getting angry and what a dick. This familiar has a Halloween theme going on; it's a very dark, purplish cat, only it's really fluffy instead of slender. It's flying on little bat wings, wears an over-sized witch's hat, and its tail is coiled at right angles at the end so that it resembles a square candy cane. It also has a smug grin on its face; but then, all cats are smug.

ANYWAYS, this cat compliments me on dodging the acorn it tossed at me (we both knew you clearly shot a fireball! What a dick!), and tells me I should go see its master. My dwarf companion, who, okay, is suddenly just there now, and resembles the dwarves that give you food in Golden Axe, warns me not to go. He seems to be very antagonistic towards the cat, but I'm really excited to go anyways because I think I know who the wizard is. There's a long build up to get going, but the dream kind of fades.

I'm in a Star Wars setting for dream three. I'm assuming playing Tiny Star Wars most of the night had something to do with this. There's a grainy feel to the vibe, so I know I'm in original trilogy version, but there's a bit of prequel trilogy details in there as well -- I know Jedi are numerous, and I think I'm on Coruscant; though the setting looks more like the Death Star. I do not have Force powers, am not piloting an X-Wing, nor access to a lightsaber; so this was kind of a gyp. I am, however, on the side of the Rebels, and I'm sneaking from Stormtroopers.

Sully, remember how I said I don't have Force powers? I lied. Because in my efforts to remain unseen, I am suddenly able to jump ridiculous heights and scale walls while defying physics and gravity, and Dream Knowledge tells me I did all these by holding the space bar like I'm playing Jedi Outcast. The Stormtroopers know I'm nearby, but they just can't seem to get a bead on me. I wake up before anything else happens though.

I'm glad my recall is improving a little bit. Sure some nights, I still don't remember anything, but if I remain optimistic, maybe I'll be back to a daily recall.\

World War 1.5

Context: It was world war 1.5, happening sometime in the late 1920's. And many different cultures, each with varying levels of technology were all fighting one another.

Anyways, I was having some dream about a world war. We were storming the beach (somewhere). I can remember the beach was about 100 feet from the shore to a cliff. There were gaps in the cliff where it had collapsed and our soldiers were making their way up. But in between these gaps were bunkers where the enemy was shooting with us. It was either nighttime or just very dark, because the sun was blocked out by black clouds.
Some large explosion went off, maybe an atomic bomb. It didn't injure me too much but it flung me out about a mile from shore. I landed on a large piece of driftwood. I found that two other dream characters were also there. One male, one female. And they were both about my age. (I suppose in context with the dream, the armies, desperate for recruits were recruiting underage fighters. I'm 17.)
But being on the driftwood with these three was the part I remembered most vividly. The other boy had a large arrow in his back. (Remember the war was all different cultures with varying levels of technology.) The girl explained that she knew a magical healing spell but could only use it once. And she didn't know if she should take the arrow out and then use it. Or use the spell first, then take the arrow out.
I explained that it was a healing spell, and therefore it probably would stop the receiver from feeling pain. I asked her to use her spell while i pulled the arrow out. We were about to go, but I realized it was a barbed arrow. (You can't pull it out.)
I told her to use the spell, and instead, I pushed the arrow through the boy's body. The girl's spell looked something like the water-bending healing from TLA. I finnaly got the arrow out and there was no blood on it. (okay cool.) She ran out of energy to do her spell about a second later. And when she finished, the boy didn't even have a mark where the arrow used to be. He also said that the extraction was painless.
I went into "spectator mode" where I left my body and was flying around. I went back to the land where I was watching the second battle of the war. The army had advanced inland, and they were talking about using their hover tanks. (Hover tanks in 1920... erm ok).
The two armies met along a four lane road, with a desolate wasteland all around. The army that was "defending" had set up a roadblock with two rows of tanks, and a large number of soldiers. The soldiers guns were weird too, in that they had four barrels stacked vertically.
The attacking army had only a small platoon of soldiers that started fighting. Then a pair of tanks showed up to help them. I thought to myself that those were supposed to be hover tanks, and upon closer examination, I realized that they were in fact floating about a foot off the ground. (But that doesn't explain why they still had treads.)
My focus turned to one female solider on the "attacking" team. Her entire team was pretty overwhelmed, even with the hover tanks supporting them. Everyone around her was getting shot down, but she stood her ground. She was fighting with two small pistols. Eventually she got hit in the shoulder, but she kept fighting. She got hit again, this time in the leg. She fell down onto her knees, but still she kept fighting. A third shot hit her in the stomach. Still fighting, but the enemy soldiers were getting closer.
Finally one of the enemy soldiers, who was overly large and fast charged at her, and hit her three times. He stopped right in front of her, and fired two blue lasers from his gun, one hitting her in the head and the other, the chest. The lasers pushed her away and seemingly killed her.

Fragment.

I called my dad on his cell phone. I told him I was walking home. I was outside my high school. It was a bight, sunny spring day, and I was heading home.
I got an automatic text from a computer system. It was my hoverboard. (Because I guess I owned a hoverboard in this dream) it said that it had detected me leaving school and would automatically fly to me so that I could ride it home. I texted it back telling it to fly home without me. (God what the heck is wrong with me.)

I took 3 mg melatonin before bed. I don't know if it did my dreams any good, but I slept pretty well.

I dreamed that I was staying at somebody's house... a couple, who were maybe in their 60s. I don't remember the man very well, but the woman had shoulder-length dyed brown hair and wore sort of flowy pastel blue clothing with lots of jewelry. Their house was on the edge of the water. It was mostly open to the air, with pastel curtains hung between pillars. It reminded me a lot of some of the houses in Florida. When I asked about hurricanes, they said they'd rather live on the edge of the water than relocate to a hotel on slightly higher ground where they would just drown anyway.

Then, there was some sort of hurricane/typhoon. The house was blown to pieces. Somehow, the couple was unaffected by the craziness going on around them, but extremely concerned about me. Even though I hung on, I ended getting blown away.

The dream shifted. I was entering a city that was built on the water. I descended on the city from the air, somehow. The houses' walls were made of white plaster, and the rooftops were glittering ceramic tiles in all sorts of jewel tones. The architecture reminded me a lot of the American Southwest. There were canals between all of the houses. Somehow, all of this was on top of a mesa that rose out of the sea. I recall that I was able to get into the city because my cousin J helped me get a passport.

The environment around the mesa reminded me a lot of coastal South Africa. There was a cave system inside of the mesa, with different levels to it, all of them filled with enough water to pilot a boat around. The poorest people lived in boats in the lowest levels of the cave system (which also opened to the sea, through a tunnel that looked very mouth-like). The richest people lived in the houses on top of the mesa. The lowest level was very dimly lit, and the cave walls were made of sort of a brown clay.

I was at the lowest level, and suddenly had a boat. My boat was a little house-boat, about as small as a house-boat can get. The lowest level of the mesa, where I was, had terraces, with waterfalls. I thought the sound of one particular waterfall was very annoying, so I tried to pilot my boat to a higher level. One of the other residents was an extremely skinny man with tan skin and a shaved head. He stopped me and said they wouldn't allow boats at the higher levels, because the water was too shallow. I thought that sounded like bullshit, but turned around anyway.

The dream shifted. I was somehow involved in a plot to detonate a bomb somewhere in Sweden. I don't remember why. I remember moving there because my friend had moved there to teach English (which she does in real life) even though I really wanted to move to Norway instead.

My great grandfather lived in a run down little shack there, and wore a ratty red robe. I remember thinking that he looked very thin and frail. He was trying to tell me in broken English that what I was doing was evil, and begging me not to do it. I was doing it for his good as well as my own, although I don't remember how. After I had completed the task, I was able to move my great grandfather to a much better apartment. He still wore the same ratty red robe, and he refused to talk to me.

I woke up, rolled over.

Dreamed my roommate was talking about getting married to one of our other friends, but I don't recall anything else.

Original entry dated Feb. 12th, 2002:

Last night, I had a dream that by going into womens' bathrooms and walking through a certain special wall in a particular stall, I could reach a magical alternate dimension where witches and warlocks and stuff hung out. I also collected stuffed animals as a hobby, but that was a relatively minor part of the dream.


Original journal entry dated Feb. 16th, 2002:

I had a dream a while ago that there were two villages of little toy-people. Like teddy-bears and stuff. There was a little village at the bottom of a tree, and a little village on a branch of the tree. The village at the bottom of the tree sent a scout up the tree to ask the village up there why they never came down to visit. When the scout got there, he found out that the reason was because they couldn't get down. All of the different villagers had little quirks - like one was always rollerskating, and another one watched a lot of Sesame Street. The scout showed them how to get down - just jump off the branch. The problem was, he had a parachute - and they didn't. So they all broke into little pieces when they hit the ground, and had to reassemble themselves.
So one of them was, like, half of a rabbit and half of a rollerskate, and another one had a TV instead of a torso, and one had two heads, and I think two of the others were joined by a slinky thing, and one of them had heads for his feet...

After a 25 minute WBTB I did some SSILD cycles then lied down in my normal sleep position(right side), this was actually my first planned WILD.

After about 10 minutes the black in my eyelids starting swirling around a bit until I could see in my dream, I was obviously lucid at this point, I got out of this dream bed I was on and before rushing the dream with excitement, I stood still for about 10-15 seconds just taking everything in.

I went out the door in a house that looked like my own in waking life but was rearranged in a puzzle-like manner(how fun ). I went out into a hallway and went to my kitchen, which remained mostly the same, my dad was standing there making dinner and my brother was just sitting in the living room.

After looking around a bit more I want in the room across from the one I woke up in and one small white dog followed me in, I looked around the room to see if I could find anything interesting, but it was mostly empty, so I tried creating things on the spot. I would imagine something would be in the bathroom of the room and would go back in and troubleshoot a few times, never worked, oh well guess I need some work in the dream control area.

After this I remember looking for DCs to interact with, but my house didn't really have anyone but my brother and dad. At this point, since I've been wanting to learn how to change dream scenes, I did the spinning technique for a little while, things stayed vivid but no change in scene. Oh and now there were 3 little white dogs following me

After all of that I can't remember how I ended the dream, but I woke up and tried DEILD, but it was a tad noisy in waking life so I had trouble.