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Yet another non-lucid dream in which I didn't exactly remember very much, but hey. The larger frequency in dreams must be a good sign right? In any case, I'll list what I remember. Again, one of those days I neglected to write right when I woke up, but hey. Could be worse. Could have totally neglected to write at all, right?

But I digress, the thing I remember about my dream was the sheer fact that I was in the first Scooby Doo (live action) movie. Same characters, same actors (with some minor changes, now that I think about it), same... well everything it seemed. Of course, many of the scenes I saw were abbreviated, but it was definitely what I was thinking when I was in the heat of the thing. There was even that horribly done CG. But I digress. Everything was hunky dory until finally we ended up in this room that, though I could imagine it being on the vacation island the movie takes place on, but it was definitely somewhere that wasn't in the actual film. In fact... now that I think about it, I think that spot was on the plane the characters take. Like... it was a straw place, but I'm fairly sure we were flying, and there were some plane seats. Anyway, while we were on the seat, I started talking with the characters. I couldn't tell what led to it, but they came to the conclusion me, and the character playing Shaggy were both impostors of the real Shaggy and Scooby Doo... me being the impostor of Scooby Doo... something that I probably should have figured to be at least a little unrealistic, but at the time I was nervous. Scared a little that I'd been caught committing a crime I don't even remember thinking about even doing. After failing to convince them I was Scooby for some odd reason (not because I was a human, but it had something to do with my hands... paws... whatever) I tried to reason with them, trying to convince them that I didn't even know. Eventually they forgave me, and I just kind of wandered around the straw plane place... I don't even know how to describe it. There was a coconut smoothie there, I know that much. Or rather, a wine glass made out of coconuts... a wine coconut? Either way, now sober of whatever dream I just was in, I realize there were a lot of breaks in logic in that sequence.

Either way, the dream was difficult to recall, and there might have been some differences... but that's the gist of it. Also, I think Apollo was involved, though what he was doing... considering I'm not sure if that was truly apart of my dream, I won't include it. All I /will/ say though, was that I was for the most part aware, and that it was in the bar, and it was very... I'll use the word sultry for now.

As for Snow, she didn't arrive until I woke up... so nothing notable there. The same could be said for Celicia.

As for my dream alarm, I'm going to take Zoth's advice and try to more randomly distribute the times the alarm rings. Also, need to take more B6.

MORE BEE SIX.

I was asked to go on a trip to London by my friend Wyntergrace. I was like this is awesome! I have never been to London before. So when we arrived we were going to take a train to Paris for the day. Trains usually don't frighten me unless you get on the wrong one. So we are standing there on the platform and watching as trains whiz by, when all of the sudden we step on to the train we think we are waiting for. We're on the train for what seems like 1 hr and we got off and arrived not in Paris, but in Ireland. The hell? I was thinking. How could we arrive in Ireland by a train? This is when I knew I was dreaming. My friend and I walked around this little town (lets call it Dublin for creative purposes) And all of the sudden I yell out "WOW! We're in the land of Postley's! Gingers everywhere! Then I woke up.

Skipping forward to I guess another dream that started as soon as I fell back asleep. It is the most beautiful house you have ever seen and the most modern. The backyard is set up for a wedding. Everyone dressed to the nine's white carnations and tulips everywhere and the bride is the most beautiful woman you could want to marry, then there was me. I was in jeans in a t-shirt trying to get into the wedding. I needed the wedding to be stopped because the guy who was marrying this woman was not the right the person he should be marrying (I know sounds like Taylor Swift I apologize) I do this super cool ninja kick to one of the bridesmaids faces and still her dress. Now I am in the wedding! Awesome! I walk down the aisle smiling and get in place for the wedding to start, when the guy sees me. I mouth to him, "Are you sure you wanna do this?" He mouths back, "No." He then grabs me from the group of bridesmaids and pulls me over to talk. I just say,"Luca, you don't have to do this if you're not ready." He says, "I feel like I have to. I'm so sorry Taylor for everything I put you through; you're mad at me aren't you?" I say, "No, I just want you to make the right decision that's all." He lets go of me for turns to head back to the wedding, but then he turns back and runs back at me. He stares at me for what seemed like 5 mins, just with sadness in his eyes, and then one his groomsmen Em comes up behind and say's, "Dude, we need to get this over with." Luca turns to him and says, "No." Then he kisses me. I feel like I'm falling, but I land on a couch and he's still kissing me. Then Em smiles and says, "Well, I think I should go tell your fiance that this is cancelled." Then we both look at him and smile and I wake up.

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Alright, this is the beginning of my upcoming 30-Day challenge to become able to have lucid dreams every night.

In this first entry, I'll write down my goals for the challenge and also the basic things I need to improve.

As I write this basically just for myself I'm not even sorry for any grammar errors.

Basic requirements for the challenge:

-I will go to bed at 8 pm everyday during the week and around 10 pm at weekends (unless I'm going out at night to improve my social skills).

-I will keep a detailed Dream Journal to analyze how the things I've done during the day affect my dreams.

-I won't use any external help like alarms or isochronic-tones to aid in lucidity.

-I will meditate for at least 20 minutes a day (everyday).

-I will not give up before the 30 days.

-I will not, under any circumstances, make any excuses just to protect my ego.

-If I don't have the chance to sleep (for reasons such as going out at night), I will add another day to the challenge until I've successfuly done it for 30 days.

Goals

I want to:

-Be able to erase my fear of not being in control of my mind.

-Learn how to wakefully induce a lucid dream (WILD) and adapt to the new situation every night.

-Finally do something until the end without quitting beforehand.

-Understand how my dreams form and how my non-LDs behave so I can be able to find a way to get lucid in my dreams consistently.

-Become a better person through meditation and to be able to control my emotions.

-Be able to get lucids even when pressured so I can finally participate in the IOSDP's experiments and projects.

-Understand how dream time works and how to influence my perception of time in the dream.

Dream Goals

-Become my RPG character Matsukio and explore Cardia.

-Meet Windy in a shared lucid dream.

-Fly as high as I can and then just freefall to the ground until I hit it, hopefully simulating the pain.

-Find out what my deepest fear is and then confront it to get an adrenaline rush.

-Practice Pickup.

-Create an awesome location for Parkour and activate real life gravity to make it more challenging.

-Learn how to do close-combat.

-Completely indulge myself in frustration and anger and enjoy the rampage.


More Dreamgoals will follow when I actually have success.

3 Types of Motivation

Negative Motivation: I want to surpass everyone else to brag about it. I want to compensate for everything that has happened to me in the past and live out my revenge. I want to use Shared Dreaming to hurt everyone who has hurt me in the past.

Neutral Motivation: I want to be a better person and improve my life quality. I'm doing this only for myself aiding my self-growth. I'm doing Shared Dreaming just for fun.

Positive Motivation: I want to refine my knowledge so I can teach others how to prevent the mistakes I did. I want to help other people to improve their lifes. I want to show the world that Shared Dreaming is possible and open their eyes.


Alright, that's it so far. Starting tomorrow I'll write goals for every upcoming night, what I want to improve that night and how I plan to do it.

Two LD's tonight.

The first was towards the end of a long NLD. I was driving in traffic in my golf cart making a left turn at an intersection when someone crashed into me. It flung me to the ground and laying next to me was my dad in the middle of a pile of cardboard boxes saying something to me in a mumbled voice. At this point I'm thinking this doesn't make sense, so I performed an RC and became lucid. I used voice commands and anchored myself quite well. I would continue to do this a few times throughout the dreams. I don't remember too much of this one because I was too tired to actually wake up and write it down when I woke up. Next thing I remember I'm in an office building walking through hallways, still lucid. I started talking to a DC and they told me there was something wrong with my lip. I went looking for a mirror. At first I looked at my reflection in a window and saw that my upper lip was swollen and would occasionally start bleeding, gross. Then I thought, "well the TOTM is for looking in a mirror, not a window, maybe this doesn't count." So I went looking for a mirror. I came across a kitchen that a had a mirror for a backsplash. I thought about jumping over the counter to get to it, but I ended up walking around to an opening. Unfortunately when I got up close the mirror had disappeared. To fix this, I thought to myself "when I turn around there will be a hand mirror on the counter." I turned around and there was a shiny pizza cutter. Close enough I suppose. I looked into it and my lip was back to normal so I made my pupils dilate really big and shrink really small instead. I woke up after this.

I immediately went back to sleep, and fell into a dream where I was outside trying to write down my previous LD in an old algebra notebook. Two people that went to my high school that I haven't seen in years were also there, discussing old school subjects with me. I thought "Why the hell am I talking to these two, I haven't seen them in forever." Performed an RC to confirm my suspicions and became lucid. I was mentally teleported back to the office building from my last dream. I walked into a conference room were people were sitting at an oval shaped table passing joints around. I sat down, but they were smoked down to roaches before they got passed to me. The DC's looked bummed out because they ran out, but I thought "no problem, I'm dreaming, I can fix this." I concentrated very hard on the roach the DC across from me was holding. A long line of brown tobacco grew out from the tip. I concentrated a little harder and the tobacco gradually turned into bright green bud. I managed to conjure green leaves around the bud, held out my hands in a rolling motion, and strained very hard to wrap the leaves around it. I then dried out the leaves with my mind until they turned brown, and we had ourselves a brand new blunt. This time I did get to smoke it. I took a few puffs, breathed deep into my lungs, and exhaled, though not nearly as much smoke came out as there should have been. To my delight I actually got pretty high. Next thing I know those DC's and I were driving down the road, still baked. We stopped at a store, and I was talking to the DC running it when I got a biley taste in my mouth. I thought about waking up to check it out, but decided my time was better spent trying to parasail for the TOTM. I asked the DC if they had parasailng here, and she said yes, it's right out back. I walked to the beach, and was helped into lots of ill fitting safety equipment. The problem was the DC's were so lazy and took so long getting everything set up, that I started getting annoyed and telling them "this is a dream, I don't need any of this crap, just give me a rope and let's go!". This frustrated me so much it actually kicked me out of my dream.

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

I wake briefly and feel wakeful so I go for WILD. I have a lot of very heavy hypnagogia making it super easy.

#193 - 6:00AM - WILD - 2 of 2

I see a scene almost movie like. I am lucid but have no control. I am looking around behind the shed in my back yard. There is something hidden there or buried underneath that I don't want anyone to find. I want it to stop so it doesn't get discovered. I have great anxiety.

I turn around and see 5 from the movie 9 in a cage but its made of wicker and hay. I trust my hand through the weak wall of hay on the bottom half and pull him out

I turn around again and I am in my ex-in-laws drive way. I phase through the glass of the bay windows and see my ex's brother lying on a mattress. There is darkness but I wait it out until things clear up. I see him lying there at first in jeans then naked. I feel extreme hatred for him and bite his dick off. I feel something in my mouth but it feels like I am biting my bottom lip. There is no pain but the shock of what I just did wakes me a little. I promised myself I was going to treat DC's like waking life from now on.

I am standing at the kitchen sink rinsing out the coffee pot. Somehow I realize I just chugged the whole thing and was about to make another pot. I feel odd about this and tell myself I am dreaming. I feel like I am lying to myself but I go with it anyway.

I put grounds and water together in the pot and set it on the stove for a second with no fire. I tell myself that if this is a dream it will be perfect coffee without my trying. I pick up the coffee and put my hand in it. I looks normal and feels hot already. OK fine. I fully believe that I am dreaming now and gather my sense of self. I focus and try to think of goals. I realize that I am in my house so I go for the card. I wonder if that same idea applies even-though this is not an OBE. Still, I figure it will be fun to try.

When I get into the next room. I see darkness but totally ignore it and just visualize what I was going to do. I feel myself pull up to the top of the china cabinet. At the top I can see again. There is the card. I pick up up and at first it is the 9 of diamonds but the diamonds then morph to hearts. I jump down and walk back into the kitchen were there is more light. When I look at the card again it is half jack half king of clubs. I stare at it and laugh out loud and how funny this looks. I flip the card over and am a little shocked that is black and says Fallout on the back. (I totally forgot that I used the deck of Fallout New Vegas playing cards!) I also note that the card is thin like paper. I shrug the strangeness off and flip the card back over. It is now jack/queen of clubs. I stop. I turn to my daughter who has been looking over my shoulder. When the hell did that start? I say to her, "OK. I need to focus." I think, What is the card really? I set all my intent to really seeing the true card. When I look again it is the 7 of diamonds then the diamond turn to circles. 7 of diamonds. Good enough. I drop the card and in doing so the dream fades to black. No worries. Next dream please! (When I later looked at the card it was the 5 of diamonds. Close!)

I am back in bed and feel rather randy. Amy Pond from DW comes to mind. She instantly appears and I begin having sex with her.



After some time I begin to feel guilty and I try to imagine my wife. A blond version of her shows up and I finish with her. It was very detailed but, once again, I'll spare the reader and save myself some embarrassment.

Horrible segment I know but at least I tried to make it right!

After that, I have a false awakening but I am not at all fooled by it. I think about waking myself for real to record the dream but remember that I told myself I would do that again. I'll just have to trust that I'll remember all when I wake up. I get out of bed thinking must have messed myself. For some reason I am wearing jeans shorts. I find that odd since I haven't owned a pair since the 90's. I laugh a little at that.

Then, I notice something on my hands. It looks like some kind of thick clear goo like egg white. OMG that's so gross! I rush to the bathroom and begin to wash my hands in the sink. I note how real it all feels. I think I should probably just ignore it until it goes away but I become distracted by my reflection in the mirror. I sing a little tune while studying my reflection. "I'm lucid, I'm lucid, I'm so lucid..."

Now I really do forget about washing as my reflection morphs into many different versions of me. Most of them look dark and creepy. Some are zombie like and some are just plain evil. I don't worry about it and find it all very amusing. At some point I think to morph in to a Blutbad or werewolf. I naturally shift into it like I have before but this time I have the pleasure of closely watching it all happen up close in the mirror. I let out a low growl to help it all along. the low rumble coming from deep in my throat sounds and feels very convincing. I look down and see my hands are elongated, furry, with long sharp Wolverine claws. I relax and shift back to normal, then step back a little to get a clear view of my normal self. All the shifty morphing has stopped now and my reflection becomes clear and sharper than it had been. I look a little prettier than waking life and I say out loud, "Damn, I'm good looking!" Then for fun I go full werewolf and back again.

I decide to play a little more but this time I focus on my teeth. I open my mouth a little and try to give myself vampire fangs. My teeth look really dirty and brownish but ignore that. At first just the typical two canines slowly grow out and become sharp. I was feeling pleased with my abilities when suddenly all my teeth grow out long and sharp. At that, I decide that I've had enough and become interested with the mirror itself.

My teeth looked like Prisoner Zero from DW:


I tentatively push on the mirror with one finger. Again it feels as solid as stone. I push a little harder with my full palm but it doesn't change. I remember to focus on there being no glass. I try to reach behind my reflection but instead of just my arm going in, I fall in head first. The reflection becomes another room with it's own dept and realism. I feel a stuck at the waist for a moment and I feel the barely contained panic expression on my face. Almost like embarrassment. I force myself to relax and wiggle through. There's a split second of darkness starting to settle in as I fall through and become a little disoriented. Again I just ignored the darkness and it goes away.

I stand up and look around. The bathroom reminds me of a small restroom that was connected my class room when I was in Kindergarten so long ago. I hear a class bell and feel like I better get moving. There are two doors on both sides of the room. The right side feels like the way to go as I think the left must go back to my bedroom. I exit right.

Now I am in a large school that seems similar to my elementary school. I begin running down long hallways at high speed. The feeling reminds me of playing Skyrim so I try to make magic appear in my hands. I hold them up like on the game and visualize. I see some faint glow in both hands, the left is orange like fire and the right is blue like ice. I don't feel like it's getting there fast enough so I hold them more to my side vision as I focus on running. I pass many open class rooms full of desks and shelves of stuff. I don't really see any people. Now, there is a definite energy ball forming in both hands. I begin to ready myself for some real magic but I suddenly wake up without warning.

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


I am back baby! I was SO happy to hit these couple lucids. I was planning to WILD but I was having trouble staying focused so I went with MILD and mantra, "I am dreaming. I always become lucid when I am dreaming."

#192 - 4:48AM - MILD - 1 of 2

I am at Wal-Mart with my wife and kids. There is some woman selling raffle tickets in the front entrance area. I am not sure if she works there or just some solicitor. I walk up, take the tickets from here and begin playing with them. She says her name is something Page. I recognize that last name as a friend and ex of mine. I say, "Oh you know her then?"
She answers, "I am her cousin. You know she's had 10 fiancés?"
I am shocked. "Really 10?" I glance over at my wife nervously. I think that I was one of them but somehow think this was not right. (It wasn't IWL). I go on, "I mean, I didn't think she was like that and I really doubt that's true. But that's really funny you said that." I walk off.

I am in the parking lot with with my wife and kids now. I see my breath like it is cold but it turns into thick smoke. I am amused and blow out hard. I see a long jet of white thick smoke. I think, It's like dragon smoke. I wonder if I am dreaming. Before I can really test this I see my 11 year old run blindly out into the parking lot at top speed. I worry that a car will hit her and I yell out her name. She stops, looks at me, and begins running back in the same manner. I start to tell her to just stop when I suddenly wake up.

I had another long dream segment but forgot most of if prior to getting lucid

I am a parking lot getting in a car. There is some African American woman about to shut the door on me when I turn to look at her I see the same dragon smoke coming from my breath. I recognize it instantly and become lucid. I stand up and the car and woman are gone. It looks like some familiar residential alleyway that I am standing in. The dream already feels unstable so I begin rubbing my hands. My mind feels foggy and I try to gather what I wanted to do. Then I remember that I had been lucid before this part but must have lost it. I don't focus on it too much but I get a clear memory of lucidly running with a woman looking for a silver sports car. I spot it and run to it.

I let the memory go for now. I am pacing and rubbing my hands still thinking. I suddenly remember that I wanted to go to the crystal cave. I see the back of someones shed and I decide to phase teleport. The dream goes black before I get to it. I don't mind. I just focus on visualizing the cave and the crystal walls. I vividly imagine the feel of it with my right hand.

Suddenly I am lying in bed. I think, DEILD and relax. I get very mild vibrations and a strange loud humming sound that somehow reminds me of crystal. I don't do anything that feels physical but rather I visualize myself getting up. My vision is a little dim but not a problem.

I push on a wall to try to phase teleport again but its as solid as brick so I continue to the mirror on the closet door. It's just as solid and I begin to beat on it repeatedly with both fist at an inhuman rate. The sound of it is so loud and that point I begin to wake up. The sound of me beating on the mirror slowly morphs into the sound of the box fan. I am awake.

Got a bad timing for a nap, dreamless sleep, though i kept awareness for quite long.

Saturday Morning 22nd June 2013

I have lay-ins at weekends and Saturday mornings are an ideal time for me to Lucid Dream. I've been struggling for results during the week still as I'm just too tired and waking up early for work.

Anyway, I started with a false awakening, completely and utterly unaware that I was dreaming. I was in my house walking down the stairs, I would say about 6am. I was so convinced it was real I remember tip toeing down the stairs to avoid waking me parents up! As I got to the bottom of the stairs and looked into the kitchen I could see bags of shopping all over the floor. I knew this couldn't be right because mum always packs it away as soon as she gets it. I did the holding nose reality check, (my personal favourite,) dreaming!

I walked to the bottom of the stairs, and suddenly I was stuck against the wall to the side of me. I was in like a crucified position flat against the wall, arms out. As much as I tried to free myself, I just couldn't.

I've had this problem before in - Part Two - Following On From My Fourth Lucid Dream / False Awakenings! - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views - but I don't know why its happening, or what is actually happening, maybe you can help?

However, remembering back to when this last happened to me, I know that struggling gets me nowhere. I leaned back against the wall, closed my eyes, and calmed my mind. I told myself when I open my eyes I would just walk away from the wall. I open my eyes and slowly part with the wall.

Once I'm free, I run fast out the front door to avoid that happening again. It's a unbelievably windy day outside, I could feel the wind against my face. I jump up high and fly above my house, I stay hovering above my road. In one of my previous Lucid Dreams I was making fire in my hands, but manage to wake myself up accidently. So whilst hovering, I put my hands out in front of me, palms down, and quickly twist my hands upwards. As I do so I have two burning balls of fire in my hands. Once I have them I take a second to look around and it dawns on m that there is no-one whatsoever around. I decide for a scene change, close my eyes and spin around.

I am back in my bed, dammit use your imagination man! So I get up out of bed, and just as I walk a couple of steps towards the window....Robbie's alarm goes off, (in real life,) and wake me up! F***s sake!

1. [non-lucid]
Me and my Uncle David got sent to prison for something we did (not sure what).
To get inside the prison we had to ride this dune buggy type vehicle we got thrown into down a spiral road going down/up(It had metal wire fencing as walls and there was some pale red and white mats covering the floor), was quite a long spiral, we made it to the end and got out of the car and through the doorway which was sealed by a huge light-grey steel door with black & yellow stripes on the bottom, theirs a guard waiting, he threw me against a concrete wall, David followed me (I think it was my cell he threw me into).

We got let out of our cell, we ventured into a big open field with a market on it (still in the prison), so we went and had a look around. It was a bright glowy sunny day, the grass was green.
(I was myself in my wheelchair as I would be in real life in this scene, this is very rare for me to be in my real life state in a dream)

Times:
Sleep: 12:00 Attempted DILD
Alarm: 4:00 Attempted MILD/WILD
Wake: 8:00 - 9:00
Got up: 11:30

Morning of June 23, 2013. Sunday.



This dream is a strange interesting reminder of a “Creatures on the Loose” comic book I read as a boy…hard to believe really, as this old comic book was the last thing on my mind. However, as usual, there was some “funny business” involved in real life, once again, that I have only verified now after research.

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In my dream, I am at my sister Marilyn’s house. I am, for some reason, living in that house on Loomis street with my wife Zsuzsanna (though she has never been to America). This was where I was staying when I first got a letter from her in real life via the PAIA notice (based in my hometown in Florida at the time) that I answered. A couple local detectives (they turn out to be someone else, though) come by to tell us that they need to get human remains from the ground in the front of the house, rather specific in where they will look - to my left when facing the front door. We have to sign some documents to give them permission. I am not sure whose human remains they are looking for, or how long they had supposedly been there - maybe it is just like one of those seemingly endless in number television shows and movies where the killer leads the police to where his victims are buried. They begin their work, but something is up. Somehow, upon looking at a computer screen that is connected to their operation, my wife and I notice that it appears there are people digging in various x-marked spots all over the world around this time (we view a world map with various prompts and icons), including Africa, Canada, South America, and even Norway. They still may be connected with government, it seems, but they were not honest with us in what they were really looking for.

Even though it was not originally supposed to be such a big deal, we later notice that not only are the intersections at both ends of our street blocked off from the public, there is some sort of weird parade going on. We see two rows of eight girls in red outfits with skirts and silver “tinsel” (in an otherwise western hanging fringe-like fashion) doing a marching and dancing routine on the right (south) end of our street. They seem to be part of some sort of law-enforcement or national security group. They turn around each time to repeat the routine, and continue to block the area. There are only a few members of the puzzled public around, watching and wondering, I suppose. We are then told that no “local calls” are allowed (and apparently no one can leave their home or at least their street for awhile, either). “Local calls” seems to be a big deal for a time - as if they were more of a way to stop (or inquire) about these people than calling elsewhere (but makes no real sense) - however, this may relate to a movie we saw last night in real life called “Buried” (with Ryan Reynolds) - by which the entire movie involves a live man buried in a wooden “coffin” making various phone calls - and somehow having enough air to breathe the entire time - even though he is usually gasping and panting like crazy as well as often using the lighter and having it going - proof the public will watch anything, I guess (I should talk…we watched it until the end).

We are not sure what they are after. Are they digging in various locations around the world to find parts of something to build, or only after one thing in a particular area where all the other spots are red herrings?

Later, there is static on the television that is on but it then looks like the image of a circular rainbow of concentric bands, with a sort of shifting oily effect (when the man says the “forbidden” word or name). The people that were digging are now in our house. One man is in the living room with me and is the only other person around at the time. I ask him what they were looking for and he says something like “Jowiwow” (Jowl-wee-wow), then seems horrified (as you are not supposed to say “Jowiwow” out loud or you will be carried away by a monster). Suddenly, a monster emerges from the television, growing larger, saying in a strange voice “I have come to take you to Krogarr!” The effect of the monster grabbing the man and going back into the television is very interesting - I clearly see a leg of the creature as the last visible part as it grows a little smaller and moves back into the television. There is no fear on my part.

It seems these people are involved in a desire or mission to worship this creature and change the world to their political viewpoint through his help - thus it is government-related after all. Another man comes in, saying “twenty-two is the key” (which of course I already knew for many years now). Unfortunately for him, because I want to be alone with my wife, I trick him into also saying the name “Jowiwow” and the monster comes again (from the television) - with an incomplete line about dominating or domination - “och krogar dominerade förr” (“past restaurants dominate” or something equally silly - unless you use the dream story’s intent which would then mean the dimension of “Krogarr” would conquer Earth’s past or alter history?), and this man suddenly knows he will die as well as the other who said the “name”, the monster a little bigger this time (at one point he even seems to have “friends” living in the walls of the house on “standby” - as the word “standby” once appeared on TV screens or maybe still does).

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In real life today, I tracked down the relevant comic book cover and noticed something interesting. Although it is not the actual date (it is the issue number), it says “13 Sept” - which is my wife’s birthday (if you take “13 Sept” at face value)! I doubt the creature was called “Jowiwow” though; it is probably just the usual fictional word gibberish dreams commonly offer.

Now comes the fun part! Noticing the sequence of the letters K-E-Y (see cover image below), and ALSO seeing the word “to” twice in close proximity (two-two), telling me something (a fractal cluster in numerical form) was going to be there (because of it sounding like that oh-so-funny number twenty-two - which often appears next to the words “sign” and “key” in various forms in many published sources I have seen). Doing a fractal cluster with the remaining letters, I see that it has my wife’s maiden name followed by the word “marriage”.

The word “krogarr” (with only one “r” though) can mean “taverns” (or “restaurants”) and appears with my wife’s name (full form) when doing a Google search - bringing up that same partial phrase relating to an Adobe PDF document (“Local Calls”): “och krogar dominerade förr”…thus this dream combines forms of postcognition with precognition (and likely remote viewing) and otherwise inexplicable patterns.

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Basically I made the mistake of not writing this dream down, I was too tired and couldn't be bothered, I know terrible attitude but I've learnt from it now. So I don't even remember what date I had this dream on. But the following is all I can remember from what I think was a reasonably long LD, so this isn't a very exciting read.

All I can recall is how I became Lucid and the very start of the dream. I was standing on a wooden rope bridge type thing, In what looked like a jungle area. Suddenly I see a lion charging straight at me across the bridge. As soon as I realise I'm in danger I become Lucid.

I stand my ground as the lion gets closer and closer. As it reaches me it leaps off the ground at me. Just before he lands on me I stick my hand out, not touching him, but am holding him in mid-air with my mind. I look at it for a second, then point my other hand at it and morph it into a cute little kitten, and put it back down again.

Unfortunately this is literally all I can remember from my dream, lesson learnt.

There was something about a fandom that I like.. The fandom was probably Sherlock, but don't really remember that part of the dream.

Later, I'm instructed by my mother to prepare parts of certain meals. The other parts have either already been made or are just individually packaged, pre-bought stuff (similar to applesauce containers, although applesauce was not among the meal, I think). The meals are for soldiers and misellaneous other people who live dangerous lives for the greater good. This makes me nervous because I don't really know how to cook at all. The meals always turn out alright, though.

In the same building, my friend is working this futuristic, smooth, white elevator for guests in the building. I visit occasionally.

At some point, me and some other people are walking around a Japanese school. We're walking through a hallway with big windows on one side. On the ceiling is this weird box-shaped hanging black netting. The walls are tan and empty, and the whole place seems worn with age and use, except for the netting. Someone in the group says that they like the school, and I can't fathom why, unless they had gone to the school as a student at some point.

Jun 22-23
To bed 10:30pm
Woke up 6:00am

I remember that I had these dreams or some of them anyway earlier in the night and did not write it down, now I remember bits and pieces.

Fragment 1: i wrote something about integrity, and was told it was off topic. I argued back that integrity was needed for this topic, and was told they would think about that.

Fragment 2: I was a college student and my waking life boss was my advisor/prof. There was something I wanted to get done before class, something administrative, and he objected, and said that coming to class on or before time was essential and the administrative thing could wait.

Fragment 3: My real life friend had some sort of major family event, and I took photos and needed to get them photocopied in color. Was told that I could get this done in someone's office who had a color printer/copier, but I would have to ask them whether it was ok to copy these photos.

Fragment 4: I don't recall much except that a former friend whom I do not have much interaction with anymore was in this dream. We were in some sort of big hall. There was a phone booth there or public pay phone. It rang. This friend, she went to answer it. It turned out my husband who was standing next to me not far from this phone was calling this former friend of ours (more of mine but also someone he had interacted), so now he was calling from his cell phone to this public phone. She had to pass us to go answer the phone. I think she began to suspect something even before she answered the phone. As soon as she answered it of course she knew that he was calling from a few steps away. He thought it was a good joke, and I agreed. But this friend, she seemed more annoyed than amused, I think.

This was a semi lucid dream (on the fringe of regular and semi-lucid). I started off in an altered version of a big arena I know in an altered area. It seemed as if though I was searching for something or just taking in my surroundings. Usually when I imagine this arena, I imagine walking up huge flights of stairs and usually imagine the lower bull area. In this dream I was in the upper bull walking up only 4 stairs and a door leading outside to a similar road I know. There are also two sets of these 4 stairs with doors on each side of the arena that are at the bottom of these steps. I promptly remember being outside after opening the door and wanting t run down a main road I know about 3 miles don the road. My goal is to run to the mile road that I live on. I personally don't think that dreams have goals in mind as much as people think, so I think that my goals slash the meaning of the dream were limited. It's just like having random thoughts made from unconscious connections during the day, the thoughts arise from the connections, there is no specific implicit meaning for the images slash sounds to be there, they are just there because of how the brain runs and makes associations. Yes, you may still say that you are thinking these things for a reason, but then if that were the case than people would be able to better control which thoughts they had were positive or negative and would have better savvy in critical decisions. Besides, people don't ever question what the meaning of random thoughts you get during the day mean, It's just how the body functions based on evolution and dream thoughts are just more vivid. The only thing that has meaning is whether those thoughts yield a process that is positive to you, and the underlying unconscious activity that ultimately controls this decision and how different images, sounds, and physical feelings are linked together.

The second dream I remember of this night starts off with a combined setting of the front porch and yard from my old and new house (which lead into my new backyard uncombined). I am on the porch and suddenly jump into the garden and hop onto the lawn. I start walking and I have the realization that I am in a lucid dream but things still didn't seem to change and I had little to no control. I walk to the backyard (pretty much unconsciously), and look at the fence near the bushes. I decide to hop the fence. The next scene I enter is much different than the one I just left. The sky in my backyard was mostly sunny with lightly scattered clouds. When I hop the fence I am in a Call of Duty map called Kowloon and am falling down all of the corridors and keep falling down several holes which lead to more parts of the map. The map is like a dark blue shade and raining (how it is in real life). I remember being not affected by this falling and actually enjoying it. The map was slightly altered in some places as I was falling and I can only remember a couple parts in which I was falling. One of the parts I was in reminded my of a similar mindset I got in a dream I had a long time ago near an altered area by my old house. The two dreams I had this night were intertwined.

What I can remember was being in this complex with other people, every one was a female there. There were a few who were put on display, like you'd find animals in a zoo. They were all in revealing outfits. None of us thought this strange, as though this was the world we'd been born into and we walked around in a trance like state. One of the females in these displays had just woken up, freaking out. She was speaking in a different language to English although I could still understand her perfectly. She was crying out for her mother, to be returned to her and her home. (Men came over to her then, in white suits to discipline her.) As soon as she cried out I felt something was terribly wrong with all of this, backing away quickly and running off. I got to an empty building, still in that complex, and a man came over in a white suit saying: "Under the knife for this one," and another man came from the door I had been aiming for with a knife in his hand. I backed off quickly, shouting: "No..!" And he followed with an: "Oh yes.." looking pleased, when he and his knife were only inches away I then woke up.