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Tried to WILD but I just couldn't get into the final phase, I feel like I was close but oh well.
Had quite a lot of dreams but only remember the one
-Was at work at JS and was talking to some Indian woman in the lift lmao. Then I started to work and someone from my college was also there MW. I had been in the store overnight and therefore it wasn't my shift so I didn't have to go on the tills so I roamed about trying to avoid customers Then went out back to where people work with the frozen food (dont actually have this in real life) and just chilled for a bit talking to people.

I had travelled to America to visit my friend Morgan. When I arrived, I found no one waiting to meet me. I only had very vague details about where exactly it was she lived. I didn’t have her phone number, so I didn’t see that I had any choice but to try and make my way for myself.
I headed out of the airport and wandered for a long time. I had the description of ‘it’s behind the cinema’, so I started asking people where the nearest cinema was, and looking around for myself.
Eventually, I asked a blonde haired teenage boy who told me that he could direct me. He led the way, but when I tried talking to him he didn’t respond at all.
Finally, he pointed me to a large building behind a cinema and disappeared. Forgetting all about him, I went to the building and headed inside cautiously. It seemed to be an almost university dormitory type living setup, with each person living there having a room which came off a corridor. I had trouble because, in my dream, I couldn’t remember what Morgan looked like! I finally found her and her partner and greeted them. (They didn’t look anything like they really do, but I knew it was them in my dream.)
They paid very little attention to me, carrying on with what they were doing. I found myself a spot to settle down in, and watched them. I didn’t feel welcome at all.
They went to bed super early in the afternoon, and left me in the same room as them to sit in silence. I noticed that my friend’s partner, Jen, was a very light sleeper. Even the slightest of noises disturbed her. I started to seek out anything that was making a noise, eradicating it where I could to help.
The window rattled, so I arranged for someone to repair it the following day. I went outside to see what I could do to fix it temporarily. Eventually, I pressed a clock against the glass in the window, stopping it from rattling in its frame.

((Bonus points for this once since I was, again, myself! Woo! No lucidity yet, but at least I’m myself…!)

Dream recall from today's nap.

I was in some outdoors place.

Alright, last night some drama happened so I decided to not count it as a 'official' attempt. I'll just do whatever I did yesterday for today.

Here's my short DJ of what I remember:

1st: I dreamed of playing Stacraft against someone. We built lots of Motherships and he defeated me in the end.

Interpretation: Memory/Wish of me playing starcraft again.

2nd: Dream of me playing Basketball against some people. I felt useless and lost the game in shame

Interpretation: Fear of me being bullied because of not fulfilling expectations.

3rd: Dream of me doing Parkour and meeting David Belle

Interpretation: Probably memory of me talking to a friend about me becoming David Belle one day

4th: Weird dream about the father of my friend trying to kill me while I sleep. I woke up sweating

Interpretation: No idea xD

As a forward, this happened after 29 hours of being awake, so it was most likely during a rem rebound, it was my 3rd dream of the night (I woke up after the first 2).

I was in a house I did not recognize, but my aunt, uncle, and 2 cousins were there. There was an extremely large front window overlooking a jungle and a large river, I could see 2 crocodiles, and my family seemed to be having a discussion on whether they were crocodiles or alligators. After a few minutes I noticed that everything outside the house seemed to be frozen in time (birds were stuck midair, the crocodiles mouths were perpetually open), the only thing that was moving was the sun, which had almost set by this point. I decided to go to bed (in the dream house), and my aunt showed me to my room, it had a large 4 post bed and a large chandelier in the middle.

As I laid down, I heard some sort of noise from the far corner of the room, but i thought nothing of it at the time. As was falling asleep (still in the dream) i could hear some guitar playing and thought it might be my alarm clock going off, then out of nowhere this ear piercing scream fills my head, one of the posts snaps off the bed and the chandelier comes crashing to the floor, send glass all over the place. I hear running down the hallway and my aunt comes into my room to ask if I am ok, I tell her that I wasn't hurt, just freaked out.

As I stepped out of bed, my foot came down on a piece of glass, cutting fairly deeply. I decided to go to the bathroom to bandage it, when I opened the bathroom door there was a woman standing there in a navy blue dress, that was flowing even though there was no wind. All of a sudden some force pulls me into the bathroom and a second door opens. There was a massive staircase, filled with decomposed bodies, they were all covered in this sort of grey-green slime, I looked behind me and all I could see was darkness, and the woman in the navy dress floating a few feet back, I had no option but to descend the staircase.

As I walked down, the bodies started moving, not in a particularly creepy way, just sort of falling over and stuff, but I checked each face to make sure it wasn't someone i knew. After a few minutes of walking/being pulled down the stairs I reached a door, I was really hesitant to open it, I could only imagine how bad it would be, to my surprise it was an early 20th century home, lit by candles and a fireplace, it was a stark contrast from the cold death feeling of the stairway. I could see 3 beds facing me, each had a man and a woman around my age on them, 2 of the couples were awake, but seemed to pay no attention to me, they were completely focused on each other. I walked past the fireplace to the other side of the room, there were 2 couples asleep, and one woman sitting by herself on the bed, looking scared, but happy to see me. I sat down on the bed beside her, and she embraced me, we lied down on the bed and I fell asleep.

I wake up in the room where the chandelier has broken, there is blood on the floor from where I cut my foot, and glass still all over the place, I get out of bed making sure not to cut myself this time. I flick the light-switch, nothing happens. Walk into the hall, try those switches as well, still nothing, I mention my problem with the switches to someone who I cant really see, and all I get is a laugh in response, so I go back to my room and surprisingly, it was completely empty, and the floor had changed from white carpet to hardwood. At this point I do a nose pinch RC and instantly become lucid, I took several deep breaths while holding my nose closed, just to make sure.

My first thought was to get the hell out of the house, so I plunged my hand through the floor, and pulled myself face first into it. Once my whole body was through the floor, all I could see was complete darkness, with the occasional swirl of color, I must have been pulling myself through this state for a good minute and a half. Because my relative position in the house I was worried I might fall through into the staircase of bodies, but thankfully when I finally popped out of the darkness, I was in some sort of large drainage pipe, I was instantly swept away by the current, but thinking quickly I tried to fly up into the air. At first the current was too much to overcome, but I eventually managed to get myself out of it, I flew to the end of the pipe and was in the jungle I had seen previously, I could see the house a few hundred feet away, and flew in the opposite direction. I cant really describe what I saw on the sides of river, all the animals looked like 3d representations of impressionist art, I landed beside something that I can best describe as a tiger, but its fur had a soft white glow that seemed to be changing the tigers internal structure, almost as if it was made of liquid. I thought I would try and ride it, but the second I got close to it, it swiped my with its claws and I woke up (for real this time).

I'm trying straightforward WILD during the day and WBTB+WILD at night

I get very fast initial results with daytime WILD's. In well under 10 minutes I feel the grip of SP and all I have to do is drift a bit and the grip increases and a "rush" begins. I'm good now at not getting too "involved" in what happens and I sometimes get the yellowish colour. But I don't go anywhere. I lay there some more...then I get another wave.

Yesterday I got 8-10 "rushes" like that, within an hour, before I finally stopped because things weren't moving forward. Presumably the body doesn't normally have to experience multiple waves like that and I feel a bit frazzled for a while and I have a touch of what I call "twitchy eyeballs."

The WBTB + WILD at night is different. After about half an hour, I get comfortable (but not as easily as during the day interestingly enough) then I wander a little...and fall asleep

Presumably, during the straightforward WILD, not enough of me is falling asleep and, during the night-time WBTB + WILD ALL of me is falling asleep. I like trying for WILD during the day so I've got to find a way to induce more sleep and, at night, I've got to focus more...and probably wait longer for the "rush"

Ever onwards...

1. [non-lucid] [false-awakening?]
Was laying in my bed and for some reason I was holding a condom, I was very worried about my mum walking in so I tried to hide it but failed, the door opened and in came an extremely musculus guy, he was huge and he had a very thick neck, rather square head and walked slowly, he went into my bathroom.

2.
Slipped my mind


Times:
Sleep: 11:00 Attempted DILD
Alarm: 3:00 Attempted WILD/MILD (Fell asleep I think)
Wake: 8:00
Got up: 8://

24.6.2013

Enough (DILD)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The waves came in hard, sweeping me off my feet. Swimming against the tide at an angle, I try to regain my footing near the shore, but the unusually steep dropoff made things exceptionally difficult. The best I can manage is to grab hold of my baby sister’s raft and circle my father who hadn’t been phased by the tide.

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I make chase. Through the palace, the ramparts, the temple--merely a game. By the end, I’ve claimed two of the three boars...but I had never been invited to play.

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A crowd had gathered. My father lay upon the throne, sword through his throat, feast laid before him--still alive. Tears hit my cheeks and anger welled from the pit of my stomach. The culprit stood near my dying father, cold, emotionless--I understood why. Falling to my knees at his side, he managed a smile, telling me not to worry, he had been bested and that was that. But I in turn consoled him, pledging vengeance, pledging to finish what he started, assuring him of my abilities.

And so I turned to the warrior without a name, the warrior who possessed skill enough to slay my father... The challenge I set forth: first to seven hits, or last alive. Solemnly, he agrees, pulling another sword from his side. I grab a pillow sitting beside the throne. In a flash he strikes, slashing high--jugular to hip. I step out, parry with the pillow, and push away. A quick turn precedes his follow-up, but I’ve already trapped the reverse-handed strike, allowing me to parry again and make a hit on his midsection. “Hit,” I clarify, now standing a few paces away, pillow in hand.

Surprised, he takes a more cautious approach, circling me slowly. “You don’t know what I can do.” I tease, almost mockingly, before teleporting behind him. But he’s ready for it, dodging my feathery attack while launching his own counter. I jump back, putting us both right where we started.

Dropping the pillow, I broaden my stance and stomp the ground forcefully, tossing up a few small stones into the air. With a few quick jabs, the stones fly towards him; two make contact. “Hit. Hit.” Sensing an opening, he closes in, but I move backwards gracefully, bending water from the earth to deflect his blows. I flick my fingers. “Hit,” and again “Hit,” the water splashes against his face.

Clearly flustered, he fights water with water, pulling it from the earth as I had done. But I capture it in the air, whipping it around in a gust of wind: “Hit.” And that was that. He walks over to congratulate me on my win, sword still in hand, but then I remember, That was only six. Before he can end it in a single blow, I teleport into a flanking position and strike him with another pebble, sealing my victory and fulfilling my pledge...

I dreamed that outside my room which is on the first floor, everything was dark, and you had a strong feeling of something watching you, almost like ghosts creeping around the hallway with malicious intents. There were people with me, but I don't remember who, and I don't remember our conversations. I walk down the stairs and come to the floor below. The feeling of being watched is stronger and grows more toward the feeling of being chased. The air gets more dense, the light in this hallway is slightly more of a red tone instead of the nightly dark blue tone. I start seeing corpses and carcasses, bloody rib-cages ripped open with the limbs torn off, lying around. A guy I'm with says we shouldn't go deeper. We go deeper anyways, down the next flight of stairs. As we go deeper, the place becomes more horrifying. More violent carcasses, red hellish lighting, and you can almost see and feel the malicious spirits move around in the air, gazing at us. We start hearing the screams of people getting murdered. Bones and carcasses still lay scattered around, like some messy slaughterhouse dealing with humans, except the place looked more and more like a cavern and was too dark to see far. A guy I'm with says: "We should stop here. If we go any further, the ones with four eyes will appear, and any further than that, they will tear our limbs off." I'm curious what those four-eyed things would be, so I want to keep going, before I come to the sudden realization that the corpses, carcasses and bodyparts weren't just brought here for decoration; something might do that to us. "Alright let's get out of here." I say, and we rush up the staircases, panicking more and more until we get back into my room and close the door.

I don't remember the beginning very well, but I'm sure it looks a whole lot like the end of the dream, considering the course of events.

I'm walking through a parking lot at night. The pavement glistens with recent rain. The group fans out ahead of me, already sure of the tasks that they've been given. Out of the corner of my eye, I first notice Jack from Lost. He's wearing a faded red shirt and is carrying a black back pack.
"Someone left the van open." A man, the owner, says. I'm closer to it.

"I got it!" I call out and go over to the van. It's an older model, faded brown with dark stripes down the sides, with an aluminum ladder

and spare tire on the back. The door on the left has a top and a bottom half that move independently of each other. When I press the bottom closed, the top springs open. The tire is in the way and I'm short, so I can't put enough pressure on it for it to click shut.
Jack sees that I'm having trouble and splits off from the group to help. He reaches over my shoulders to put his weight on the stubborn door, for a few seconds my back is pressed against his chest. I'm enjoying the contact, but he doesn't notice. The lock finally clicks into place and he steps away, gesturing for me to follow.
After a moment he drops his head like he's trying to hide his amusement. He briefly smiles at the ground and says,

"You couldn't close the van door because you're too short."

I pretend to be offended. "Jack! I could reach the door, I just couldn't get enough...leverage."
The word seems vaguely dirty, though the connection is too vague for me to grasp.

"Because you're too short?"

"Yes, fine, because I'm too short. Jerk."

I smack his forearm, he chuckles.

We reach a closed off section of the parking lot. The others separate into groups.

"Are you clear on what you need to do?" He asks me.

"Yep!" I say enthusiastically, even though I'm struggling to remember what I'm supposed to do. He kneels beside a pile of junk. It's a lot

of plastic shopping bags, a mattress, and there's a man spread out on top of it.

Jack sets down his back pack and starts taking things out of it. I produce an alarm clock, intuiting that I'm supposed to set it. We're

being...secretive. At the time, I understood the reasoning behind the alarm clock, but I can't remember now. It was supposed to help us prove a point. The clock says that it's 6:47AM, I start to set it for 6:49AM, and I turn the volume down, clicking the buttons carefully, so not to wake the man on the mattress.

"What time should I set it for?" I ask, realizing that I don't know when we're supposed to test it. I so very much what him to think I'm

clever, quick.

"Don't worry about it now." He snaps at me."I'll tell you when I'm finished."

I suddenly feel stupid and useless. I set it back to a default setting, the time displays as 99:99.
A woman crouches down next to me.

"Are you almost ready?" She gives me an encouraging smile. I nod. We stand and move a few steps away from Jack. She moves in

front of me and holds out her loosely closed fist.

"Tell me what this will do, so I know you understand." She says.

Dutifully, I recite the plan. I will take a pill that will allow me to become Lucid and to Travel to the places in question. I will help them break the stalemate on the case by giving them notes written in my sleep, that will let them know which areas are the right ones to search for new evidence.

"We're done preparing. Are you ready?" Jack asks, coming to stand with us.

I nod and the woman opens her hand. Resting in her palm is a small, round red pill with RD imprinted on the top.
Jack wishes me luck.

I take the pill and pop it into my mouth. I briefly wonder what will happen to my body while I'm out Walking. Does it stay behind? Or am

I sleepwalking? It bothers me that I never wondered before. Immediately upon consumption, the world sharpens to waking clarity. I'm freed of the restrictions of the dream. I turn a full circle, taking in my surroundings. I run a few steps and leap into an elaborate string of tumbles. Apparently I like acrobatics. I bend forward, plant my hands on the ground and lift into a perfect handstand, I fold my legs backward until I'm almost C shaped, before touching my toes to the ground and standing up.

Now I get to see all the things that happened at the beginning of the dream, I get a do-over. I'm walking down a drab street choked

with black dead trees. The buildings are dark grey, the cobbles are a lighter grey. Two boys try to get my attention by pretending to be rude. They're teenagers, skateboarders. The last time I did this, it made me angry that they were being rude. But I'm not the only one getting another chance. The last time, they allowed me to walk into a confrontation and I was hurt.
This time, the boys know that the Midnight Watch is coming and they are trying to warn me without appearing to be involved. I wave to placate them, they know, but I know it too.

I walk to a wide trunk thrusting its way out of the middle of the street. From the other side I can hear whimpers of pain. I peek around

the tree and two men leap from the treeline, howling like madmen, making for the person huddled by the roots.
I smile and pull a throwing knife from my belt. I leap around the tree and neatly throw a knife into the leading man's stomach. He falls down, clutching the wound.
I look the other man in the eyes and, slowly, draw another knife from my belt. I smile.
He hastily gathers his friend and they stumble back the way they came.
The person I rescue clutches at me, trying to thank me for my intervention. I don't even look at them. I still have work to do.

There's a lapse. I know I went somewhere else but I can't remember where. Something about soldiers being called, the front of a grey stone building with cobbled streets outside.

I'm in Jack's house. The front room is oddly shaped. Just inside the front door is a single step up, the living room is large and bare. The living room curves back alongside the front door, there's a wall ledge sticking out of the floor? The wall is painted a dull orange. The ceiling is yellow. Jack's father is laying on the ledge, bundled in blankets. He is dying.
His father refuses to share the secret with Jack before he dies, he says that Jack's high morals are a liability and that his pure ideals make him worthless to the company. He says that it makes him weak, and he has no business cunning.
The hurt and rage heats Jack like a furnace, it fills the entire room. Jack yells something and turns to leave. I follow him.

"He doesn't mean it, it's the.."

"What do you know about it, little girl?" The way he says it makes me feel small and stupid. I know that the last time I gave him a

reproachful look and swept out the door. I also know it only makes him feel worse. I see myself from his point of view. I'm wearing a vivid navy blue v-neck t-shirt with black Jeans (funny, I usually see all Jack characters wearing blue and black), My hair is pulled back into a glossy, wavy tail. Now I get a choice.

There's a wall that juts out in front of the door at an angle, making a narrow V shaped space. He's standing at the peak of the V.

I reach the door and instead of leaving, I walk back around to the other side of the wall. He is tall enough that he can rest his head on his folded arms atop the wall. I take his face between my hands. He reluctantly raises his eyes to mine and then drops them. I lean forward to kiss him and he tenses, giving me a distracted smile and a tiny shake of the head. Now isn't the time. I'm disappointed and sad, I know I've overstepped my bounds.
I can tell his father has hurt him though, I know I should go, but first...
I vault over the wall and fling my arms around him. He protests, I refuse to let go, tightening my arms around his middle and squeezing. He issues a startled laugh and drops his arm across my shoulders, giving me a brief, breath stealing squeeze. I release him and tell him everything will be alright, then I wander away.

I see some scenes where I have completed the dreamwalk and the team follows in my wake, picking up notes I have left behind on yellow post its. Where jack's father died, I wrote a note that says "sleep, little dreamer, wake when all has ended. Until then, dream on little dreamer."
Someone picks up the note and asks another team member, "What do you think this one means?"
"Damned if I know..."

Olivia Dunham, Me and K on a Forklift
I rush into the mall. It's vast and busy. It's around noon, I know I have several hours yet before I have to be somewhere. I'm headed for the escalator when I notice Olivia Dunham standing by the railing, across from a dress shop. She looks amazingly pretty, but serious. Her lips are bright red, long hair gathered over one shoulder. She's wearing a black dress.
"Would you like to buy a dress?" She asks me. She smiles, but it doesn't look friendly. I can tell she doesn't care one way or another.
"This is your shop then?"
"Of course."
I glance over my shoulder and see several circular racks full of dresses. I wonder if any of them will fit me. A black and white dress with a zig-zag pattern catches my eye. I know they are probably too expensive for me, at least $200 for one dress. I step closer to her, but I'm about to make an excuse. I need to leave, I'm getting married tonight. (Really not, but my subconscious likes to use that as an excuse to make me feel terrible.)
She can feel my hesitation. "Your hair is lovely." She kind of means it, just a little. "How do you get it to do that it?"
I briefly see myself from her point of view. My hair is fantastically wavy.
"It just dries this way."
She doesn't believe me, and any spark of friendliness she showed me is gone. She flicks her eyes away, annoyed. I notice an archway next to her.
I know it's a doorway to the other universe.
"Can you open that?" I ask, intensely curious. I would like nothing more than to escape from my impending marriage, to go Home.
"Oh yes."
"Would you open it for me?"
"Sure. Go to the other side of the arch."
Obediently I do as she says. I pick up a piece of chalk from a box at the foot of the arch and draw a symbol on the side. Nothing happens. When I go over to her side, she is crouched by her mark, clearly amused. I see a mocking smiley face. She glances at me and smiles meanly.
"Oh, did you actually think I could open a gate?" She asks with a mock apologetic tone. She has made me feel incredibly stupid. She stands and crosses her arms, smirking at me.

There's a lapse. My friend K and I are driving down the highway, in a loaded forklift. We're going ridiculously fast, such speed that I can't make out anything that's happening on the road. We fly out into the open air, having driven off a cliff.
"Oh no." He says. The vehicle tumbles through the air. I wonder when we're going to land, and if it's going to hurt. As I'm wondering that we land wheels down atop a semi, unharmed.
"Huh." He says. "interesting." He hops down to the ground. "Now, how do we get the thing down from there."
He tries to figure a way to move the forklift without damaging the product.
I roll it off the semi.
"How did you do that?" he asks.
"I dunno."
"Weird."
Yeah."

Fragments 06/16-06/25

06/16 Dancing

I'm in a bar, it has a sleepy feeling to it, like it's on the verge of becoming busy. It has two levels, the lower level where the front door

is, has all the tables. Raised a few feet above that is a dance floor, the bar pushed back against the far wall. There are purple and blue neon lights around a mirror surrounded by shelves of liquor.
At the end of the bar by the wall, is a man with one gold eye and one silver. I get a close up of his face. I smile at him but he just stares at me. At the other end of the bar is a young man in a suit. He even feels young to me, even though I know I can't be more than 5 years older than him. He asks me to dance and I hope up onto the bar while he goes to start the record player.
While I wait for him to join me I dance across the bar top, my feet move quickly and cleverly, I spin, and the bar blurs around me. I turn toward him expectantly. He's standing at my feet, smiling. There's something about him that unsettles me. It has something to do with the shape of his face, and the color of his skin. I hop down next to him and I tell him I had better go.
We walk over to the table-top record player. He looks down at me, and asks me for a kiss, since I'm the one of the two of us who knows about these things.

I think it's a shame he's never been kissed. He bends down to kiss me and before our lips meet I see that half his face is yellow and the

other half green. His mouth is split in two and I have to remind myself that he hasn't really changed. I can feel his mouth, hard against mine. As I pull away I slide my leg between his knees.
I end up leaving, but I don't remember what I did.

06/18 True Blood

I see Sookie as she runs around a corner and stops short, finding a moving truck with the driver's side door open. There's a greenish

puddle underneath it, and three large segmented larvae (two yellow, one green) are wiggling sluggishly. She is relieved that there is a green one, it means that the plague is neutralizing. She flees as a zombie falls from the moving truck and lunges after her. I know that a plague has ripped through the vampire population, turning them all into flesh eating zombies.

Work Fragment

I don't know, something about work and the out of town managers giving us instructions on how to deal with increased business.

The registers are where Plumbing usually is. I see a former manager of mine checking out with her family. Instead of having blonde hair and blue eyes, she has short black hair and green eyes. I want to tell her it looks good on her, instead, I walk around the registers.
They had a run-in with a woman that they all dislike. I start telling a story that echoes their own, and they start laughing, not knowing I'm making a joke out of it on purpose. It's funnier to them because they think I don't know.

Second Work Fragment

I'm trying to build a kitchen for an older woman. I'm doing pretty good, too. I'm asking all the right questions, but she's picky and I can't

get her to make a decision. I retreat to our cabinet aisle while she looks at the door styles and color options.
Instead of the cabinets, there is a kitchen, and I move things around to show her all her options. There's a white pedestal sink with a shell shaped bowl. I keep thinking that something's wrong with the kitchen, and don't realize that it's because the heavy grey racking is still in place and in the way.

Third Work Fragment

There are giant quartz and granite display tiles on pallets in topstock, there's something about how I write down lyrics on a sheet of

paper, and a someone points out my mistakes, making me feel stupid for thinking I knew the words.

It was like a physical Call Of Duty Zombies in the mid 30s level. This took place in a mall settings attached to a sky way downtown, you know those tubes that connect buildings to other building downtown so people don't have to walk in bad weather conditions? That exactly. It is day time, man in suit comes running the opposite way "they're everywhere". I am with a small group of four i believe, and we are on the 4th level, the zombies are in hordes at the lowest level, i mean fucking waves of them are making their way through the levels from the bottom as we watch from the upper level looking down. The mall is quite there are no screams for help just noises from these density of these things looking to obtain us for whatever reason. Presumably that reason some how did not resonate in our best interest but theirs. You know how dream scenes always transitions to new settings UN-noticeably ? We are running they are coming...Fast. We are running through the sky ways we can feel them like 20 yards away! The group and I can feel their violent aggressive aura approaching us which is fueling our escape to safety! The words "tired" do not exist at this time. Two of my guys split as I seen from a different angle ( in dream you get a 360 camera angle) the birds eye view as we part into separate entrances. I am running through offices, floors still being built, classrooms, bedrooms etc. We can feel the pressure of them not letting up I must keep going. There must have been a ramp leading to the top of the building from the entrance were we split at because the end point destination was a big room with a panoramic view of a downtown view of the whole city. I spot a bucket on the floor and a latter hangng down from the ceiling indicating there were window cleaners here that escaped or worse. I jump on to the latter as they are aware I have no where to run like football player trying to tackle me with the ball although miraculously i managed to juked, jumped and avoid stiff arming. Back to the ladder, I jumped onto the latter and proceeded to climb. I thought I was alone another guy is behind me as the zombies are getting close he presses a button by the desk I jumped over and he jumps onto the second ladder beside mine and the button he pressed causes both ladders to rise from the ground up making it unreachable for the evils to access us. Then my ladder bends I smash into the panoramic glass I am still hanging on but then wake up. Thought I'd record this to read sometime later.

color code:
Gray = Comments
Black = Non-Lucid
Bold = non lucid dream cues
Italics = dream thoughts
Red = Lucid

I have a couple DILDs but once I realized I was dreaming Immediately woke up. All I could remember was random thoughts and images like I wasn't fully dreaming yet. It was probably just strong HI. I later have this really vivid NLD

I am at some sort of whole food market like FoxFarm here in town. I have a dip net and there is a tank with various live sea creatures. I pick out a lobster, and some shrimp, and something I call an amoeba. It looks like a flowery ball of rubbery flesh about the size of a tennis ball. I look back and ask some guy that looks like CL if he wants anything else. I don't think he answers but I realize that since wear are together we must be on a business trip so it's probably on the company's dime. I decide to get some more shrimp.

I get to the register with my seafood and and some big salt shaker. I think that it is full of some kind of seasoning like salt and vinegar. The seafood costs $3.45 but the seasoning cost $9.15. I am surprised and make a disgusted face but say nothing.

I hand the lady my card I notice the previous customers card is still in the machine. The cashier is a really old woman and appears confused. She has to subtract the amount from that card and re-ring everything up. It looks like she is using a laptop do everything and I begin to feel really impatient as she blankly stares at the computer screen through thick glasses.

My wife says something snoody. I look back and see her holding our son looking really pissed off. I shake my head to tell her to be nice. She leaves me standing there to watch the batty old woman make a mess of the whole transaction.

Overslept, not much recall.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was somewhere on a ship.

Dream 2(fragment):

There was something about a dragon.

I had a dream where I was at the doctors office and was diagnosed hiv positive. The number 4 appeared in my dream as I guess the level. Could it be that I have a phobia of hiv influencing me to dream about it or could it be a forewarning? I've been tested and I was negative. I never cheat, I've only been with one guy which is the guy I'm with and its a monogamous relationship.