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I recall a vivid lifelike painting showing parallel extremes. It looked very much like a storybook unfolding. There where two humanoid beings with extremely large heads. One looked incredibly grotesque, portrayed in dark colors, while the other was angelic with creamy fills. Both, however looked unsettling after viewing for a while. Now, that I think about it, the painting was portrayed more like a comic book panel that a straight painting.
One section would show a being exclaim, "I strive to beautiful, while the other muses, I strive to be ugly. The beautiful one was shrouded in a silhouette with some type of instrument or weapon. This was contrasted with the dark one mutilating his body with a similar weapon under the same silhouette. Corny as it may sound, words cannot express the sheer eldritch sophistication of the art in my dreams, which is really rings true considering my grammar sucks.

The next sequence had to do with TYT (The Young Turks) calling out another program of sorts. They took turns bashing one another. Nothing really stood out other than I couldn't remember what the second organization was.

I had very little sleep that night due to waking up for a job around 5:00 a.m. and I also took two menthol lozenges that night.

1. I’m modeling and I look in a sideways full-length mirror hanging on a wall. My hair is long and brown, and I’m wearing overalls. I’m supposed to be modeling as a guy, so I’m not wearing a shirt underneath and don’t have breasts. I believe I had a conversation with someone before this.

There’s a box with a smaller black cat in it, and the cat is my best friend Pillywiggin. She was using her powers to turn a different color and to blend in to the box.

I remember leaning back against some pillows on a bed at some point, and there was mom’s heart-shaped pillow.

2. Cupping water in my hand and freezing it with the F8 key (after trying out other keys). I held up a chunk of ice and was showing it to someone.

Inspiration: 1) I was looking at some old pics of myself this week. I used to have long, brown hair in one of them. Bed/pillow comes from my reading on my mom’s bed every night.

Notes: I managed to get to sleep a bit earlier than usual but woke up early again. Since I am worried about oversleeping, I’ve been subtly shifting my schedule to wake up an hour earlier. Today was a tiring day so I know I’ll get to sleep pretty fast.

NORMAL
DREAMING
REALITY CHECK POTENTIAL
REFLECTIONS

**** This is my dream log from the night before last night, as I never got round to writing them down on here. I had no dreams last night, which seems to happen whenever I have dreams in my mind that haven't been written here ****

I went to bed quite late last night, at about 2am. I woke up at around 9:30am with dreams remembered. I wrote them down and went back to sleep, as I was still sleepy. I was hoping to wake up at about 11am, with a healthy 8 hours sleep, but no. My body decided to wake up at 1pm

9:30am

1) I was in a school or college classroom with many pupils. I was sat next to my ex-girlfriend Caroline, and we were back together or at least trying, as we were very happy with eachothers company. We seemed happier than ever, and I seemed to be acting more myself than I usually did when we were previously together. It was a dreary, wet afternoon, and there were no lights turned on. Open blinds let in the wet afternoon light. We were watching a film on a projector, but I don't know what film. As we were waiting for the film to start, there was adverts, but not on the screen - in real life. It was for Tesco, and a man who I recognized from my job at the swimming pool was the host. He was showing us the new Argos-esq conveyor belt system for showing the items on sale. This probably came from the other day at my other Job in Trespass, where all the customers were mucking up our stock, and we said it would be so much easier to have an argos system of bringing items out on demand. The man was amusing, but I don't remember why. The film was very enjoyable, and I saw a pack of five raspberry maom rectangles to the left of me that I had been eating. I was holding Caroline's hand, squeezing it flirtatiously and kissing it. She didn't seem to mind, and returned the squeezing, but wasn't particularly affectionate about it. The film came to an end, and the lights came on, followed by everyone including Caroline other than myself leaving the room immediately. I asked her, "Was that it???!", surprised at the shortness, but she informed me that we were just stopping for an advert break. Instead of just sitting through the adverts, we all left to the library. It was her start of year induction, so she wandered off to sit with her class, as she is a second year and I've just finished college. I texted her saying that I loved the library, and that I'd just borrowed a new book, although I'm pretty sure I hadn't. The library had a similar lighting to in the film room, and it looked like a massive version of my local library. A teacher with short, strawberry blonde hair of about 50 years old began to take the register. I was excited for Caroline's name to come up, as I wanted to see how her strange surname was pronounced by the teacher, as well as how the class would react to hearing her name. She was near the start, although she should have been around the middle, and when her name was called (pronounced correctly) she waited a moment, before very quietly saying 'here'. She had put her head in her hands against the desk she was sat at, as if she was extremely ashamed. The teacher didn't hear her name, which was ridiculous as despite how quiet she had replied, she was sat right next to the teacher, and I was stood about 10 metres away and heard it. Her name was called again for this reason, and she said here faster and slightly louder. There were sniggers from pupils, including a boy amongst a group in secondary school uniform, looking too young for college. Suddenly, it had finished, and Caroline was getting ready to leave the library, presumably to return to the film. I couldn't find her, and received a text from her containing two long, confusing words that I had never heard before, leaving me puzzled as she was never one with a large vocabulary. There was something at the end of the text suggesting she wasn't returning to the film, saying goodbe. I wasn't particularly bothered by this. I walked towards where she was sat originally, passed it and continued down a corridor to the right, up some stairs. The walls were grey and it was lighter, I think there were some large windows on the left side of the staircase. I think the stairs were leading to the film room, which was strange as I came from the opposite direction originally. About three quarters up the stairs, I saw my friend Steven. W walking down from the room. As he passed, he said to me, "Are you one of those girls where time stands still, once a month?". This is a quote from a tampax advert that my favourite musician Aphex Twin sampled I laughed, and replied affirmatively.

The following dreams I recalled when I woke up at 1pm. I remembered some of it as I layed still, and the rest whilst I was writing out the first on my ipod.

2) I was at reading festival in a tent that I was sharing with my best friend Tom. R. It was pretty much the same as the tent I actually shared with him at Reading, maybe a bit smaller. I was sat by Tom's compartment, and it was very messy around me. Seems about right I picked up a leaflet which contained the news of our group at Reading Festival. According to one of the headlines, Will. Robinson had brought a 500 ounce steak into our tent!! Considering the massive size, I immediately tried to find it. Although it would usually be very easy to find such a large steak in such a small area, I could not find it. I fumbled around for it and found a large, floppy, flat and moist object that I thought could have been the semi-defrosted steak, but then I reconsidered as it would have been far bigger than this. I told tom about the confusion.

3) My friend Pasty that I've seen a lot of recently and I were in a large, spacious living room. I got the impression it was his own house, although I know he lives with his parents. He showed me a magazine dedicated to the topic of how to get laid everytime, without fail. He chucked it in a black, metal bin, as if it was a magazine basket, and told me that he'd have to read that this morning before going out. He then proceeded to move behind the sofa I was sat on, opening a door on the left to go for a shower. Again, lights were off but the windows let in afternoon cloud light.

4) I was having a stoned night out with Tom, smoking a lot of joints. We were by the cinema in town with others. We each had a very large bag of what looked like extremely vibrant green, strong weed. At least 4 ounces each XD The plastic back it was in was crinkly and not very soft like normal weed bags. For some reason, I owed an old lady, about 70 years old an 8 ball of weed. I really didn't have the money to pay for this, which is hilarious as I had soooooooooooo much weed and could have easily sold some to get the money, or simply just given her a hefty handful. We were now in a posh, dark room of which seemed to be on a very high floor of some sort of skyscraper office block. It was evening, probably around 9pm on a summers evening, as there was a dark orangey light from the twilight. We were with the old lady who was to my left, grinding up some weed for her, when the grinder broke. It was Tom. C's neon green grinder, and the spikey bits had all snapped off. She said she needed a grinder too, as well as something else. This was just too expensive for me (£2 extra? ) and I was beginning to worry about my money situation. I realized my responsibility however, and decided I had to get her a grinder and the weed. Me and Alice M. were now walking towards Wetherspoons to meet her, except the wetherspoons had moved in place of Nandos. We were sober now. When we approached the bouncer at the door, I was confident and felt I had nothing to hide, but he was very uncertain of Alice's ID, despite her being two years older than myself. This made me quite smug. She told the bouncer that her name was something very strange and that sounded nothing like a normal name, so I was confused. She then proceeded to ask, "recognize me from the telly?", and it suddenly made sense. We walked in towards the bar, and immediately saw our friend Andreas perched on top of the bar like a frog. It was dark in the room, with golden lights giving it the same light as in the normal Wetherspoons. We were speaking to him, and I think he was with other people we recognized. Suddenly, I was on the dancefloor area to the left of where I was originally standing, now with Ashley. H, in place of where the bar was. I asked her if she fancied a spliff, but she said no. Ryan. C, who was sat opposite me as we were now sat on blue plastic chairs like in primary school, said he fancied one. He then mentioned to two other people that I recognized that they could join in, and I mentioned it to a third guy who was sat to our left. I was happy to smoke them up, but was slightly annoyed as I get frustrated smoking with loads of scroungers. It had to go round five people, so I asked Ryan if he fancied making a massive one. Ryan now had a similar back of weed to me and Tom, and he put into the magically reformed grinder which was now red what at the time seemed like a normally large bud, and I was happy to match it. However, looking back it looked like at least a 3 gram bud! I looked at Ryan's bag of weed and initially thought it was much better than mine, but I decided in the end that they were pretty much the same size.

5) I was walking down a path at E. Park in my town with Tom. C and one or two other who I don't recall. We were walking towards town. It was very sunny and nice weather. He mentioned someone who I didn't know. When I expressed this to him, everyone was surprised, and Tom whipped out a picture of him. I still didn't recognize him. I kind of get the impression that this dream happened prior to the previous dream, however I definitely recalled it afterwards.

6) Effy and Tony from Skins were in a damn, dirty and scatty drug den like building. It was very small, and lit with a dark, red light. Effy was trying to express how scared she was and how she was "screwing herself out of every situation" (I'd heard this phrase on Bad Education the night before). She was getting very close to tony in a sexual rage, but Tony wasn't particularly fussed and although he seemed concerned, he told her that she was overreacting and that he had to leave.

#227 - DILD - 5AM

I am in something like a large aquarium with my wife and her sister. I have a paint brush that is emitting some form of heat. I paint a random rocks and they form into sculptures of fish. At some point I think that I must need to go up for air but I don't feel like I am holding my breath. In fact, I am breathing normally. I look up and see the surface of the water there is a trickle of water hitting the surface making bubbles. I think, "My other body is someplace else and not in water. That's how I am breathing."

Then it dawns on me that I am dreaming. I know I had a goal but I can't seem to think how to get out of here. I begin swimming around looking for my wife but she has, of course, vanished. I swimming around for a while enjoying the ease of swimming and breathing underwater. I suck in and blow out exaggeratedly. As I swim along the length of the aquarium I notice a wall of mirror. I say, "I am dreaming." As I turn to the mirror and see the smiling idiot version of me looking back. I notice my hair is quite a bit longer and it is waving in the current of the water. Suddenly, the dream collapses and I wake up.

I lay still and recall the dream but before I can record it. I end up in a non lucid dream.

I walk up to a man sitting in a chair. He looks up and I recognize him as CanisLucidus. I start telling him about my LD and how long it took after G. I explain how I really thought it wasn't going to happen.

Me: It took about 35 years to get lucid this time.
CL: Wow, 35 years that's a long time.
Me: Well it was 35 years in dream time. Actually more like 7 hours.
CL: When did I do the TOTM? Was it when I was in Tucson?

I look down and notice I am leaning on some sort of counter top. There is a sicker or button of some sort that read "Tues".

Me: I think it was a Tuesday?
CL: But was I in Tucson? I can't remember.

I have no idea what he is taking about and as I flounder for a response I suddenly wake up just before the alarm clock.

Dream 1(fragments):

I was playing some video game where i was going through a number of passageways, some were filled with sand, then i was also talking to someone about dragons.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was playing Spiral Knights and there was one room full of spike traps, i was playing with a group of people and we were discussing something about shields, armor and 'newly added' claw weapons.

The dream begins with me and Jody working the 1am shift at trader Joes. I am ringing up people's food and their subway as well. Jody tells me she can get me a job there even though I don't notice that I'm already working there. I gladly accept the job because I'm sick of wildflower. The next day I go to trader Joes for my first short shift and have to work at wildflower too after. Dave Bresnahan is the manager of trader Joes and teaches me about the store and about preparing fruit and stuff. He takes me to the back and shows me an employee hangout room where some people are hanging out. He also takes me to a backyard where i see Marysa and Spencer. I hang out with them for a while and then go sit on a couch with some people and Dave to talk about the job. After it is time to go to work at Wildflower but I forgot my uniform. I walk in and see lots of weird employees including a kid in a wheel chair that I have never seen before. I ask Jody if she has any extra clothes but have no luck. She tells me to go home and get some. As I am walking to my dad's car I see man violently trying to open the truck so I start yelling at him. He starts to run away but I chase him into the hippy gypsy that is now by wildflower. I tell everyone in the store to call the cops and they surround him but he says he didn't do anything and they believe him. So then I am still yelling and my dad finds me because he is at some real estate bank and asks me what's wrong so I tell him about the man and he immediately asks where he is. I run outside just quick enough to get a glimpse of the man duck behind a car and drop his pants. I yell for my dad and I see him run and tackle the man and I help out.

I was getting Vietnamese food with my best friend. There was an old Vietnamese man in the back that kept muttering phrases to himself in Vietnamese. He would say them quietly over and over again to himself. Other creepy things I can't remember happened so I decided to leave the restaurant. I walked out into the town. It was greyish outside, like it was beginning to rain around 7pm. A grocery cart rolled up on its own as I heard (Not sure where I was hearing this from) about some legend of a dead little girl in the village. Any time I would try to speak it was very hard (This should have been enough to make me lucid). I decided to walk around the unrecognizable town. I was going through people's yards and felt so scared. The village felt dark and haunted. I was pretty lucid but not a hundred yet. I knew I had control over most of my decisions. I decided to fly because I was afraid of running into people. As I started flying I felt my dream body "leaving" my real body (which I usually wake up then because I get scared) but I decided to just let it happen. This made me totally realize the dream. I was slowly flying higher and higher. It was taking a lot of will for me to keep going higher. I became excited as I realized the dream and called my sister (haha). She was yelling on the phone with excitement and told me "you are dreaming" many times. I was so sure my real body had slept walked to my sister and really called her and that she was really saying these things to me but I was hearing them in the dream. This thought made me wake up only to find out that none of that was true! Oh well haha.

LUCID
*I am lucid in this dream just walking around enjoying the scenery. I keep thinking all of this comes directly from my mind. Thinking I try to look at my mind almost, focusing on the pure consciousness part of the mind. Everything becomes more lucid and stable when I do this. I think should I meditate with in this dream, then I wake up.

Dream 1

I am sitting under a bridge with another person and we were talking about the different stages of REM sleep.

Dream 2

It was nighttime and I was in some field, my friend runs inside a caravan and then tells me he got bit by a zombie in there, I start running away from him and he starts chasing after me.He catches up with me and bites me, but nothing happens to me.

I am then with Tyler The Creator, he starts getting really angry at something then tells me he's gay and is going to tell everyone on twitter.

I am then with another friend on some cruise ship, we are at like a bar and they have these sour test tube drinks, I choose a green one which has a blue straw and drink it.

I am on a vacation with my family like I was a few weeks ago. There are a few things that I would rather not let everyone know happened, so I shall keep those out (not sexual or anything, I just don't like everyone knowing everything strange that is going on inside my mind!). Me and my wife decide to go on a drive and the road collapses and crushes our car. Don't know how me and Laura got out of our car, but she still wanted to walk where we were going to drive, which was like 40 miles away. I disagreed and wanted to go back down the street to the house. Laura doesn't want to listen. Don't remember how this was resolved.

Later on I am spending time with Lisanna and she starts getting hungry. I try to hand her over to Laura to feed her, but Laura tells me to feed her. I don't understand, and all of the sudden Lisanna starts trying to feed off of me. extremely awkward, I push her away and wake up. :/

I had more dreams. Probably remember them during my nap today.

Fragment: "So the little girl had a last (something) request."

Buffy setting. Angel has a son (not Connor), and someone is threatening to turn that son into a vampire. The vampire's trying to convince Angel that this would be a good thing - not trying too hard, he intends to do this for Angel's own good whether Angel wants it or not - and Angel's trying to show him why it's a bad idea. He calls out a kid vampire he'd made himself, Angel's holding him by the shoulders and the kid says he died when he was 8, looks older but not by much, and then says "I'm good with math, but facial recognition..." The point is that the brain stops developing before its time.

There were some earlier fragments in that same setting - talking about once-in-a-lifetime perfect happiness vs. just plain everyday happiness, and watching Buffy walking down a sidewalk past a brick wall.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Reading about Josephine Baker, a sister who'd died and a mother she'd admired.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Forever Knight setting. As Nicolas, I'm with some humans in a public place, in a hurry, when just for a moment I spot LaCroix and Janette in the crowd with someone else, a woman either I or Janette turned relatively recently, within the past century or so - I desperately want to be with them. I'd been cut off from them. I can't just abandon my humans here, but I have to at least get a message to them. I make my excuses and head back to where I saw them. (I'd seen them dressed as they did in the 1940s - symbolic for happier times together. Also a connection to a kid vampire, so this dream was probably partially inspired by the Angel one.)

In a hallway. LaCroix was here a moment ago, sitting in a chair at the end of the hall, and I'm looking at a telegram that was on the table next to him. I wonder if that bit about text in dreams changing when you look away is true. I focus on an 8; I look again, and it's a 58; then 8 again, then a Cyrillic н. I guess it's true. (As I was expecting it to change, this seems a bit pointless.) I then resume looking for LaCroix.

I'm riding in a truck with a man who spots a pair of coyotes and stops the truck to shoot them. I knock the gun off target.

With that same man, I'm standing over a pair of bucks who are lying on the ground with several arrows in their sides, suffering because I knocked the killing shot off course.

I'm with someone else, a guy from the city, and watching that man pull into his driveway with the body of a horse in the back of his truck. We're standing in front of his neighbor's house, a chubby, long-haired, middle-aged hippie who is burning something that looks like a sphere of hay the size of a beach ball. The fire spreads to the ground, and then to his neighbor's yard, burning in strange geometric shapes, circles and lines. I start clapping, seeing that man's property on fire. The hippie tells me about a protest he's about to go to, a bunch of people are going to jump off a clocktower, do we want to come? The guy standing with me isn't interested, but I'm up for it.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A man and a woman with accordions warming up for a show in front of a mirror, the man comments on how beautiful the red of his accordion is.

I'm playing a piano duet with that man, and while his part is beautiful to listen to, my part has so little to do that I lose track of where we are and come in late, I play slow and haltingly. I wonder why he doesn't just play the whole piece himself, he could easily play my part with his left hand.

A machete being given to someone as a gift.

My IRL sister S. calls me and describes a place she stopped at as "a Twin Peaks diner." The use of Twin Peaks as an adjective makes no sense to me - what, do they have great pie with a side of prophetic dreams?

Twin Peaks setting, 3rd person, as a disembodied observer I'm looking at the trees along a mountain road, bare of leaves, small and spindly trees, so close together that none of them really had a chance to grow. A jeep comes down the road, driven by the sheriff, with Cooper in the passenger seat. Cooper's talking about how cold it's gotten, and he's pleasantly nervous about his date tonight.

There's an accident of some kind, an earthquake or a landslide, and the jeep gets stuck; the sheriff gets out of the jeep to walk along a footpath into the mountains. Cooper wants to take care of something in the jeep before he follows, something to calm him down before his date. The landslide or whatever it was that trapped the jeep has opened up a second path next to the usual footpath, and as a disembodied observer I think 'You are obviously being invited on a personal quest. Take it.' The sheriff doesn't take it. However, the usual path crumbles beneath his feet, and he lands on the second path anyway. At the moment the footpath crumbles beneath him, so does the road holding up the jeep, and it falls into a crevice with Cooper still inside.

Date: Sept. 10, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB
Total Sleep Time: 8-9 hours

Dreamed I was with my previous boss and she is usually the sweetest person in the world. In RL, I have worked for this woman for 15 years and she has never changed her personality or her positive attitude. Well, during my dream, her back was turned to me and I recognized who she was. I haven't seen her in a long time, so I was excited to see her. I ran up behind her and turned her around and said, "Hello A! I'm so glad to see you again!" When she realized who I was, she gave me the ugliest look and grunted something rude and walked away...go figure .

I woke up at around 8 AM and left my room to go downstairs. I realize I'm dreaming as I go down the steps. The dream feels fuzzy but I can still feel the railing and hear the ping of the railing.

I have a FA and am now in my dining room. There is a storm outside, the backyard is flooded and it looks like a tornado is on the house.

After the storm the backyard seems to have changed. I look around and note that the leaves on the tree are a different color and some people's backyard ornaments are missing.

Later I'm in a really weird place that is a combination of a bouncy castle and a candy land. I got here from a mazelike blue building where a DC said something about "my (their) fortress" and I thought "yeah, your fortress" because of how confusing the hallways were.

LUCID
*As soon as I attained lucidity I was given the task of the gatekeeper for school full of kids that were just bombed by one of there classmates. I took the task as real and felt that this was something important. There is alot more details to this dream but I am in a rush.

Non Dream
Dream
Lucid

After numerous fails, I'm trying harder to master stabilization. The first step is to find a nice routine to follow.

I look out the window from my bed to find the sky filled with stars. It almost looks like some of them are moving like water. After I got up and I look at the sky more closely, I could see the Big Ben. I do a nose pinch and I can breathe. I think about what my goal was. I forgot what it was. I noticed I had some glasses on (I don't wear glasses in real life). I took them off but they kept regenerating themselves. I found myself thinking about my body so I decided to let it go. All of the sudden, I floated in the air uncontrollably but was able to lower myself just by imagining it. I was in a house similar to my dads now, in the living room. I finally remembered my goal of summoning a candy and examining it. I took a candy out of my pocket and looked at it. It was a small, clear sucker with a decoration of Snoopy in the middle. I smelled it but it didn't smell like anything. I tasted it but it didn't taste like anything. I looked around and saw a child on a wooden staircase. She was smiling at me. The dream was pretty vivid at this point. She probably wanted a candy. I woke up.