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Fell asleep for a minute or so and had a dream (I think with some time dilation) that I was whooping a bunch of random people's asses at tekken with some giant robot dude

1. My dad, my sister Ashley, and I are playing a video game together. It was a racing game. It involved driving through obstacles on a football field - swerving to miss players and large patches of grass. After we were finished playing Ashley pulled out a couple of DVDs she had and wanted to watch them with us. I believe it was the first and second Ace Ventura movies. Unfortunately my dad told her he didn't have time to watch it.

2. (This one is very confusing and has multiple scene shifts that don't correlate.) I am working (at Best Buy). Walt asks me if I had seen an animated children's movie where there was a computer tech bench like the one we have in Geek Squad. In reality this movie does not exist but in the dream I seem to recall it quite well and tell him yes. The store is a lot larger than normal and it looks like it is combined with an enormous pharmacy. The scene shifts.
I am in a kind of Buddhist temple. I am standing behind a curtain on a stage. To the right of me in front of the stage are a lot of children who are seated on the floor. The left seating area remains empty. Some monks enter the room and line up on stage in front of the kids. I have fuzzy memories in which the children undergo some kind of religious cleansing. The scene shifts.
I'm sitting in a cafeteria next to a girl who taps me on the shoulder. She points to a blonde in pigtails who is leaning against the wall.

"Do you think that girl is pretty?" she asks.

As she says this Natalie Portman walks beside me with a friend of hers. So instead of commenting on the random girl I say, "Well, I'm not sure, but I think Natalie Portman is much more beautiful." Cheesy I know. Natalie Portman smiles at this and pokes me in the chest as she walks by.

"Clever boy," she says.

3. The dream plays out in third person like I am watching a scene. A young woman with long brunette hair leaves a castle and enters a forest. She wears a deep purple cape. She comes to a ancient white tree and waits expectantly. It is dawn, and a beautiful white horse emerges from the trees. I get the sense that it is a mythical legendary animal, almost heavenly in nature. It comes forward and lays down at her feet. She embraces it lovingly. There is an air of sadness to it. I get the feeling that this horse was at one time a man, and her lover, and she feels pain because they can't be together again.

Friday, 9/13/13

Last night bed 11pm - 7:08am

DR - I'm in a group setting. Room is bright, rather large, feeling of a hospital. We appear to be group of volunteers. I don't really feel like a volunteer, though.

I'm holding a breathing mask to my face, that's connected to a machine. They are testing some new LDing drug. The test has few stages. First we need to inhale something to calm us down, or something like that. I don't really want to do it.

I reluctantly put the mask to my face and a feel puffs of the gas. I thought there is a continuous stream of gas, but no. I hear a faint mechanical click, when the flap openes and lets a puf of gas into the mask. I feel it on my face and I inhale. A doctor is walking from person to person, checking us with stetoscope. I lay down and pretend to be asleep, so he doesn't come to me. But he does anyway. So I start asking him how safe it is what we are doing.

Then they say the name of the drug. It's short, just maybe 3 letters, and starts with P. In my dream, I know about this drug and a finally decide, that it would be ok for me to test it, even exciting.

Lucid dream AND task of the month! It's a long dream, though, so let's get started... interestingly enough, my lucid was actually in the beginning of the dream, it's usually in the end.

(edit: weird, the first part of it got cut... maybe my iPad is going crazy, so writing the first part again now)

I was at the top of a bridge or something and there were Game Of Thrones people with me. I think they told me to jump, I dunno, I didn't want to, but they pushed me. As I was falling... "FINE, I CAN FLY ANYWAY, THIS IS A DREAM!" and sure enough, I was flying. Once again, I started acting like I was swimming so that I could fly better. I guess this is my flying technique now.

I started swimming/flying too fast and it felt like I was being dragged into outer space because of the velocity. I knew I had tasks to do, so I decided to fly down. Once again, I was going too fast. It was fun, though.

I landed and lost lucidity, but the dream was still the same.

I was in an old house (I think that should be a dream sign by now) and there was a bit of a party going on. Not a huge party, but there were some people on the kitchen. I walked in and got a bowl of cereal because it was a breakfast party.

As I was eating, I looked around and, uh, wait... breakfast party? DREAM! I had told myself right before I fell asleep that I had to sing the ABC song in a dream, so thankfully, I remembered that.

And so I began singing. People around me started singing and dancing to it (I've been watching Smash, so my mind has been into a musical mood lately), it was quite the show. I started laughing cause my cereal changed into letters and they kept changing into random words.

I got to the end of the song and I realised I don't actually know how it ends. I was like "now I know my abc... uh... guys? What comes next?" and they stopped dancing, shrugged and started leaving.

I freaked out cause I wanted to finish it, so I followed them out of the kitchen. When I stepped out of it, I was in what looked like an undergroung bathroom, very dirty and dark. Lucidity was gone.

My mother was there and she was taking a shower. A man appeared behnd her and he stabbed her with a spear. I think I was still a little aware that this wasn't real, because I started shouting that we had to rewind that, but my mum just died. I took the spear from the guy and killed him.

I woke up and tried to WILD. No success. Fell asleep again.

I was with my ex and we were at this huge bus station. She said she had to see something, so we left the place. I told her it was stupid and that we had to go back before the bus left. She finally agreed and... when we got there, the bus was leaving.

I shouted that we NEEDED that bus and a guy who worked there told me we could run after it, cause it was going really slowly. Then he realised it was wrong and he said he'd help us. He called the driver and asked him to stop the bus and wait for us.

We got a taxi (?) from the bus station to where the bus was. When we got there, the driver was restless because there were zombies around. I got out of the taxi and I saw a zombie approaching the window next to my ex. I told her to get out of there, but she sat there, being stupid. I threw myself inside of it and tried to drag her, but the zombie bit her.

I finally got her out of the taxi, but the bus driver took a gun and shot her. I remember feeling guilty because I had failed to save my mother too (even though it had been in another dream). I shrugged and went inside the bus.

When I stepped inside, it was an RV and people were living there. I found a place to sleep and they started talking about missions. There were some rooms and everything, it was like a little house. They told me I had to go to town and get stuff for us to eat.

I said okay and I had a partner. I was driving the RV and she was next to me. I ran into some zombies, lost control of the RV and crashed. We got out of it and it exploded. We werre surrounded by zombies, so we started running and I went inside a store.

It was closed and abandoned, but I found my parents there. They told me they were also on a mission and they were sad I had gotten the RV destroyed, since we all lived there.

I apologised and we started taking clothes, food and soap to take back to the people who were waiting for us. The girl that had come with me found a car:



She said it would be tight, but the group could live there. I doubted it, but took the car anyway and started driving back to the group, the girl and my parents with me.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps. Awareness being pretty low again in lucid, didn't even remembered anything goal-wise(though remembered at least something overall).

Dream 1(fragment):

Something about dragons.

Dream 2(fragments):

I am doing something at home and i am on PC, suddenly i feel that i am dreaming and decide to check URL history because i haven't checked internet in dream before, there's alot of links in history but all of them are leading to some site literally called "Spam" and url followed by series of random numbers and letters(like "http:/Spam/AY7D878837JR89E8E8823294/JUFJ8EWJ89EWF" for example), the site itself looks like most generic bland site ever. Then i get up and dream fades out. I wake up.

Dream 3(fragment):

I was in some icy place.

Morning of September 13, 2013. Friday. (Wife’s birthday.)



I am much younger, perhaps twenty, living in an unfamiliar building. It may be that I share the building and have my own smaller apartment but it does seem like my own home. My main bedroom seems to be to the west of the main area (or largest rooms) of the building. To the north is a larger window, and near it, a desk upon which sits an electronic keyboard. My bed is to the left of the window. To the right of the window, against the east wall, is a large and supposedly ancient “two-storey” cage (the second tier was seemingly added much later as an extra precaution). This cage (big enough for perhaps two or three people to fit in) has two layers of “protection” around it; the thick window-screen-like wire (though a bit more sparse, about one inch by one inch) and outside of that, strong glass. Both “layers” have a sliding door on the left side of it. (I am not sure if the top tier of the hutch opens or has a door of any kind.) The layout and “memory” seems vaguely like our apartment from Gellibrand Street in Clayfield - Brisbane.

The top level of the cage is mostly empty, but does have some fresh grass. I do not notice any animals. I look closely at the bottom level, through the glass, and note movement at times. I slide the glass partly open after I think I see some sort of ancient being’s face; somewhat human, but not quite. I am not fully lucid, but it is like I am trying to bring forth an “ancient magic”. With the glass sliding door open, I can now hear wind and a slight buzzing and humming. Time passes, and I notice miniature quetzals, perhaps as many as twenty, fluttering around in spirals, no bigger than a hummingbird. I also notice phosphorescent moths. Looking more closely, I begin to sense an intense “ancient” power, windy and electrical, emanating from the cage. There are various invisible insects of some kind, likely some sort of prehistoric tiny gnat, that form different magnetic “signatures” to set certain things in motion, as a sort of creative power. The hutch seems to hold all the mystery of time and space in one small area. The grass inside that section is like very old straw and there are also stones here and there.

I listen to the wind and buzzing and feel the powerful currents of air through the wire section. Rather foolishly I open the wire and wooden sliding door, perhaps for the first time in hundreds of years. It was the only thing keeping in whatever was there for so long. I feel an intense energy and pleasure. I feel like I want to learn more (with some sort of ritual), but I do not have any sort of book and no poetry or incantation comes to mind that I think might be needed under the circumstances.

Later, there are two (unknown) girls in a room east of where I had been. I follow what appears to be some of the “creatures” from the cage, especially the beautiful miniature quetzals. The girls look at me and smile. Another girl appears for a short time. I then discover I had a third daughter I had somehow never known about who is between the ages of my second-youngest son and oldest daughter. She is now about or almost fourteen. I am glad to finally meet her. I suppose she had been ill for a long time, or made sick by ordinary humans, so is only now “coming to life” to get out and do more. I do not remember my wife having an additional baby during the supposed “missing time” in my dream, but I feel very thankful. She and my wife are going out to the park, I think, with the rest of the family, and later - shopping. She is very happy to finally meet me. I notice that there are small stones under the skin of her face, on each side of her mouth and going down her chin to her neck, forming a DNA pattern, and do not think it to be unusual. It may be some sort of acne, I reason, or she may have the stones there as a personal tribal belief. Her name, strangely enough, is Mastermind (a game my wife played often at that age), a name that I do not see as too unusual, just a bit different than “average”. She also has two middle names like all our offspring, but I do not fully recall those.

“They all got out,” I tell the two other girls, speaking of the birds and the moths. They look at me and then each other as if they are acknowledging a private joke with their facial expressions. I start to take them on a tour of the place. I point to what I first think are the magical birds flying about. I then see the butterflies/moths. However, it turns out to be the intricate attractive design of wallpaper instead. The girls giggle (either at my mistake or at the fact it magically did change before my eyes). I then look around and notice about seven miniature quetzals flying in a linear pattern. I reach out to touch them. I see that they are actually refrigerator magnets. The girls giggle again. I feel rather stupid as if I had seen a “UFO” and it turned out to be a flashlight.

This is where they become “ancient trees” and wrap around me in “creaking” spirals, buzzing, and wind, “ancient” powerful humming from the “source”. My dream “resets”.

A little later, I am back near the cage. I had been aware of an ancient (thousands of years old) “living face” attempting to make contact with me. After a time, I notice a young male of about twenty, who seems to have emerged from the cage as some sort of “wizard” within the prior twenty minutes of my dream or so. He stands across the room from me, closer to the entryway of the room to the south, looking about as if “new” to the modern world. Two other people show up (unknown or perhaps older classmates from years back).

He starts to complain about “all those years” (while in the cage) that he had to listen to me playing the accordion (including when I was a child growing up) and organ (but mostly the accordion seems to give him grief). I then see that he has some sort of “magic wand” which is like an old branch (which I remember seeing in the hutch). The accordion has always been the most beautiful-sounding musical instrument to me, and so I then assume this person must be mentally ill and thus has no powers whatsoever, especially as he seems to be enjoying some badly out-of-tune (“detuned”) modern gated synth music. He raises his magic wand to “zap” me (and even “erase” me from existence - the thanks I get for letting him out I guess) - the loud/soft gating of the detuned synth (from a radio in another room or from one being carried by one of the two new people?) seems to literally be shutting his consciousness off and on for a time so that his mind is “gone” or in no stable, focused, or fixed state - and so I really do not expect anything at all to happen. In fact, I feel sorry for him, and I just stand there gawking in disbelief as this “magician” (now wearing a hospital gown) waves his wand around. It turns out that he was a mental patient from a psychiatric ward who had escaped from a local hospital and somehow crawled into our house from an open window and was still “playing magician” as he had been doing with other patients at the ward. The two newer people lead him away as he mumbles, swaying a bit, heading back to the hospital.

I later am near the desk, thinking about putting the electronic keyboard away for a time and playing an accordion again for the first time in years, not even to record, just to enjoy in solitude (I sometimes played the accordion or an organ for hours in complete darkness many years ago - I learned later that, when I played during the day, older people sometimes came out to sit outside and listen during those times - even bringing a living room chair out to sit on). The two girls are “normal” again. I turn around and say, “I thought he came from the cage…at first”.

My hands are “warping” into joined “flexible stones” (that seem to be “speaking” softly or humming with various changing tones and dynamics in a musical sense), feathers, multicolored exposed “bones” and “spines”/“quills” (seven or eight fingers on each hand, moving out almost like accordion bellows with a suggestion of being webbed) and DNA-like swirls whereby small comet-shaped glowing “orbs” rapidly “swim” around the DNA “map”/“grid” like a complex “network” of “trains” of light (an effect I have clearly seen on my arms and hands all my life - to the point where I would gaze at my arms and hands in the dark for fifteen or more minutes at a time - often, one would suddenly become brighter and then vanish completely, exactly like a dying ember - since I have never read about anyone else experiencing this - it is just one more puzzle for me). I breathe softly.

The girl whispers, “you were in the cage (saying my name lovingly)…you are the source…” I then see that my own face is made of a mix of stone and “buzzing” wind and that there was an ancient mirror (of polished stone?) sitting in one corner of the cage - I had been (seemingly) looking at myself from outside the cage.

Ehecatl-Quetzalcoatl seems the main force or character in this dream. Ehecatl is a pre-Columbian deity associated with the wind, who features in Aztec mythology and the mythologies of other cultures from the central Mexico region of Mesoamerica. He is most usually interpreted as the aspect of the Feathered Serpent deity (Quetzalcoatl in Aztec and other Nahua cultures) as a god of wind, and is therefore also known as Ehecatl-Quetzalcoatl. Ehecatl also figures prominently as one of the creator gods and culture heroes in the mythical creation accounts documented for pre-Columbian central Mexican cultures. Mexico inches closer to loan of Moctezuma’s headdress

“Ehecatl” is very slightly like “Ethel”, my mother’s name. The two levels of the cage likely represented my conscious self (smaller, top level) over my dream self’s “mind”, while holding the power of the supraconscious (“source”).

Wind, however, has been established in my dreams (including precognitive ones) as a reference to the passage of time.

The combined failed magician/fool character in this particular dream (a character I have noted in past dreams) is commonly how I really “see” consensus at times and do not consider it a direct aspect or symbol of real mental health. Also, as I was growing up, watching magicians usually annoyed me (especially as I knew most aspects of all the tricks from various older books published in the 1800s as well as the obvious) - so I presently associate magicians with: lying, boredom, pointless actions, con men, and gossip.

Another dream relating to the quetzal being associated with the “source”: Soul’s Union of the Quetzal and the Silver Sebright Bantam. This dream was one of the most vivid dreams of my lifetime, as well as being astoundingly multilayered and literally precise in a precognitive sense.

This dream is also similar in the sense of mirror/self realization as a much older dream - Beyond the Martian Time Barrier.

Other references to aspects of stones, “buzzing”, wind, and birds have been noted in previous entries and I will update them as I get to them. These stones are like “power objects” in the supposed Nahua sense and relative to the belief of objects in the environment influencing human behavior. When these things (usually stones, in one, an owl statue) appear in dreams, they are extremely heavy, create a sort of “buzz” or “hum” and sometimes seem to manifest wind as a magnetic force of some sort, a possible additional play on magnet and magic.

I woke up somewhere in the middle of the night and I instantly got not a very vivid dream recall. Well this is how I remember it:

DR 1:
I was in my room and outside it was very dark because sun has just lowered beneath the horizon. In my room there wasn't any light except the last little light traces that came in my room through my half opened window and the light from my laptop. Suddenly my mom entered the room and said that I was grounded so I had to be in my room. When she left the room I took my laptop and sat on my bed. Suddenly my girlfriend was right next to me. Interesting that I opened some porn site to be honest and in that moment my girlfriend took my laptop from me without my will and she opened some funny and a little creepy pictures. On one picture there was a woman with short blond hair and facial hairs on her face: beard and mustache. She looked like a man. In that moment I got really angry and told her that she leaves me alone I think I am not sure if I said that and then I started to yell and scream very loud and then I woke up.

Difficulty falling asleep and only a couple tiny snippets of dreams which I can no longer recall hopefully will have better luck tomorrow

I was supposed to suggest testers at work, but I did not respond in time, so my boss said it was too late to suggest, so I should just approve the list someone else suggested.

Not a lot of recall lately . I have been having this problem most of this year .
Last nights fragment.

I was at work I work at an artists market booths and other vendors and such and we usually set up next to another couple witch is nice because other couples as vendors are rare and well under their 50s is even rarer. So needless to say we like them . So I walk into their booth the girl is the only one there and I talked to her for a bit . Then I started to walk back to my booth . I woke up

I have not gone to work and have just been working from home because my dog is sick so I think I am just longing for social life .Also dog is feeling great after she finished all her meds

For 6 days now i am running off of minimal sleep , that fragment has probably been the only time i slept long enough to dream . I go to bed tired and end up not being able to sleep until about 3 hours before I need to wake up . witch sucks since I had beaten my insomnia for a few months ahh they where bliss.

Thursday, 9/12/13

I just remembered a dream from last night.

I'm in a room with someone. There is a small radio playing. I think it's haunted, I unplug it and it's still playing for a few seconds. I take it and start smashing it on some sharp corner or some furniture, while yelling "oh yeah? Sing now, mofo"!

Date: September 12, 2013
Technique: MILD & WBTB (failed WILD...I fell asleep)
Total hours: ???

Dreamed I was watching people commit suicide by watching them jump from what looked like a very high wall made up of the biggest rocks I have ever seen. After all had jumped, I somehow found myself at the bottom of the wall on the ground. None of them (and I mean none of them) died. As they rolled their bodies from side to side, they just laid there moaning and groaning in pain. They looked up and saw me standing there and they told me that they wish they could have a second chance and not have done what they have done. I didn't know what to tell them, I didn't know if they could even walk from the horrific jump they had taken...I was sure that they were all paralyzed. They kept wailing from the pain and looking for some type of relief that I couldn't give them. "Oh, how we wish we could start all over!" they cried. Then, all of a sudden, I noticed a stair case was on either side of the wall leading back up to where they had all started their jump from the wall. I told them, "Look! There's a staircase! Go up to that staircase and start all over, whatever you do, DON'T JUMP!" And guess what? That is exactly what they did. One by one, they got up and walked up those stairs and never came back. I made sure to stay at the bottom of the wall, just to make sure that no one jumped again. I waited for awhile until I realized, no one was coming back down that wall...each one had gotten their second chance .

My position in the dream was somewhat unclear in the beginning. There were two archaeologists as the primary characters (primary for the beginning, at least) and they both seemed like extensions of myself (more so than usual dream projections) and I was overlooking them from a sort of omnipresent/third person point of view. They were digging into a plot of dry earth (think hard sand/clay) and one of the digging tools they were using was this long Indiana Jones-esque whip, but this whip was electric and had a hook at the end of it. One of them would strike the whip and hook it into the ground, and it would electrocute the ground so it would break apart, and then they would pull the ground up by pulling back on the whip. After witnessing this I unnoticingly became the two archeologists, but as one archeologist. I peered into the hole in the ground I (or they, or we) just created and all I saw was a great void, which lead me to the conclusion that the world is flat. However, I looked again and say a mirror image of what was around me being symmetrically replicated on the other side, which lead me to the conclusion that the world if flat, but double layered with two parallel universes. The location all of the sudden became the guest room/office of my house, and I went to get my mom (who was in the same room, but I had to leave to get her?) so I could show her my discovery, but when I 'returned' with her, the ground was now wood flooring that has been indented inwards where the hole was. I told her that she could get back to what she was doing as I dug the whole back up. I began ripping the wood up and had to move around lumber and cinder blocks, but everything was already loosened up, and to this I rationalized that it was all loose from the initial dig, and then I woke up.

Wednesday: Angel wings on someone, a wolf (me?)

-A man gets in water to heal, but apparently there’s some (light gray) stain left over that a woman points out on his chest. He thinks it may just be a stain on his shirt, but when he lifts up the shirt, the imprint is on his body too.

He’s at home and wondering how to tell his family.

-Someone (me?) is drawing in pen. They lean back and see that it’s a picture of Kabeyama (from Inazuma Eleven), but he’s a bit off on one side.

-A girl (possibly Ella) in a house talking (to me?).

Note: Still fixing my sleep schedule, so I’m tired lately and my recall/productivity is suffering.

So, I decided to embark on a journey through the realm of dreams
As of tonight I haven't had much time to contemplate LD or practice RCs but I will definitely be mindful as I prepare for slumber, tomorrow morning I will make my first real DJ post

Also I'm going to drink some apple juice before I sleep tonight, I hear it makes dreams more vivid.