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I got nothing at the moment. Need time to think.

Had 2 pain killers last night, maybe they hindered success, Idk.

Times:
Sleep: 11:00
Wake: /://

I'm sitting at a table with lots of people. They are mostly acquaintances, and I know most of them as friends of Ryan. Something happens to my shirt, some sort of spontaneous combustion, and everyone gets very nervous and uncomfortable. All of us drink cans of beer, completely synchronized. I go into a house, and up some stairs. I find a small, closet-like room. I pull out a mini couch from my pocket, and fall asleep on it.

I wake up, and I'm standing in a line. It's unnaturally bright outside, and the sky is brilliant shade of blue. I notice I am wearing what look like scrubs. They are all white and one piece. More like a jumpsuit. I focus on where I am, and I realize I'm standing in a line that is heading towards the front gates of a mental health institution. Everyone in the line seems very normal, even better than normal, perhaps. I finally get to the entrance, and there is a guard sitting in a tiny booth with a glass screen in front. When I try to speak, nothing comes out. The guard looks at me and shakes his head, with a look of pity and disgust.

Flash forward, I'm in a small group, outside. I'm now within the gates of the institution. Suddenly a very large, very round child comes up to my group. As he's about to open his mouth and say something, a man in our group stands up and shouts, "PIGGY BOYYYYY", followed by two quick snorts. He calmly sits back down, and everyone is silent. We remain that way for what seemed like minutes on end. Then, suddenly, piggy boy lunges at me. He's incredibly quick and nimble. He scoops me up over his shoulder and takes off running. He's going so fast, everything around me is a blur. I can hear him snort, ever so quietly. When we stop, we're on the roof of a tall building. It has a basketball court on it. Piggy boy puts me down, and starts shootin' hoops by himself. I watched him play until the sun set.

I had just finished innocently flirting with a beautiful girl from my old high school, and I was on my way home to take a shower. Upon arriving to a gorgeous mansion with modern architecture that my dream logic told me was my step moms house, I walked around and explored a bit because I didn't know where the shower was. I was only in a towel at this point, and finally I realized that my step mom was watching me as she dried off on the couch with a towel on as well. After a few super tense and awkward moments, I asked if I could use the shower; to which she replied "Yes, I'm leaving at 3."

I thanked her and went upstairs into what I thought was the bathroom, but it turned out to be the master bedroom. Frustrated that I couldn't find it, I sat down on the bed and took a second to gather my thoughts. I realized that I felt weird, and that this house didn't really seem like one I would live in. I tried passing my fingers through my hands and failed. I was about to sit up when I realized I should try another reality check. I pinched my nose, and I couldn't breath...

But I persisted...

And finally... Fwoosh! Air began to flow in and out of my nose, even though I had it pinched tight. It was the strangest feeling ever, but it was very pleasant; almost like popping a zit or clearing your sinuses... A pleasant release of pressure. Upon gaining lucidity, it became night outside, and it was rather dark inside the house. I wanted very badly to interact with my step mom's DC, to see what she would be like, but something in the back of my mind said she isn't there anymore, and thus she wasn't. Come to think of it though, she had said that she was leaving at three, and now that the sun was down, maybe my subconscious had made her leave, like she said she would.

I popped back into the bedroom to find tons of kids toys and small bits covering the bed. I couldn't remember the TOTM, so I decided to try to fall asleep within a dream, which I hear makes you have much better clarity and control. I began to clean the bed off, but it was super dark, so I went to turn the light switch on. Instead of turning on the lights, however, the sun whizzed back over the horizon and it became day. In hindsight, I wonder if my stepmother would have been back...

I continued to clear the bed until I sadly lost lucidity; but it was a pretty uninteresting scenario so I wasn't too upset.


This lucid dream came on the heels of 3 nights attempting the SSILD technique, and waking up twice during the night to do an SSILD WBTB.

The dream started with me in a jungle retreat of some kind swinging on vines. I remember that I was afraid I went too high on the vines and that I would fall off and hit the ground. Then, there was all this panic about a virus on the island and there being infections. I walked into a restaurant which actually looked like a restaurant (Usually when my dreams have me go to a location, it will be another location pretending to be that location. Forget the term for this.) and all around me there were infected people with lizard like skin. I was warned not to touch them but then I realized I must be immune to the virus.

Soon I found myself in a world populated only by the other survivors, and I was at my high school where we were fighting like we were at war. I remember thinking about how it was just like in "The Stand."

June 19, 2013
Lucid Dream 521: This is a Stick Up!
Series: 108 Stars of Destiny, Episode 12
DILD
Technique: ADA



I'm sitting in a small, two room, log cabin. There are four of us and we all dressed up in "western" attire (cowboy hats, boots, spurs, stirrups, etc). Apparently, we were a gang of outlaws and were about to hijack a money train that was full of gold bars. The men kept arguing amongst themselves about how hte job was going to go down as I slowly became lucid for no apparent reason. Finally, it fully hit me and I became fully lucid. I jumped up from my seat and attempted to speak with an accent fitting for the setting. What actually came out, caught me a bit off guard. My voice was the exact same as the Sheriff of Nottingham's from Disney's animated version of Robin Hood (voiced by Pat Buttrum). I said, "I've heard enough a yer yapp'n. We are just going to go down to the station an yer all going to follow my lead." One of the men began to speak and I jumped in, "And I don't wanna hear any buts about it!!" They nodded silently and followed me out of the cabin. I looked around and noticed we were in a desert town. I walked down the road and saw a train parked at a train station up ahead. There was a large crowd in front of the train. I pulled up my bandana from around my neck to cover my mouth and pulled my gun out of the holster. I looked at the gun for a bit and it looked old, but in very good condition. It was mostly made of wood and had gold plates on it. It was pistol and it had Samuel Colt engraved on one of the plates. I glanced back and noticed the other three guys had done the same as me.

I approached the crowd and noticed there were several present day style cop cars parked around the area. With my gun up I said, "Alright everyone. This is a stick up! Do as I say and you might not get hurt." Suddenly, this tall and very chunky teenager walks up to me and says, "Are you KingYoshi?" I was a bit taken aback, but I nodded and he told me to follow him. I told the other men to watch the crowd at gunpoint as I followed the chunky kid. We walked to the front of the train and he told me, "We have been expecting you." I said, "You have, have you? And who might you be?" He told me he was hired to help us get the money train to my castle. I told him that I want to speak with his boss and he was very cryptic and told me, "You can find him when the Willow Pines." I kind of felt like shooting the kid, but decided not to. I followed him onto the front car of the train. The conductor turned to greet the kid and said, "Hey, Joseph! I just..." The kid then shot the conductor in the head and rolled his body out of the train with his foot. He said, "Just follow the tracks from here and it'll lead to the castle." The kid began to make very strange movements as if he was trying to get comfortable in his own skin/body. I knew he was a "body snatcher" and had taken on another body. I told him thanks and started moving around levers and hitting buttons. He exited back into the previous train car.

There were tons of buttons and levers, so I just started pulling and pushing all of them until the train finally started to run. Instead of having separate connected cars, the train was now all connected by one long hallway down the middle. I walked back into the previous section of the train and it was a fancy dining area. I saw the three other gang members from before and now noticed they were James Woods, Bill Hader, and Seth Rogen. I could also see bouncers/security lined up around the doors and the area. I could tell all the security men were "body snatchers." I reached around in my pocket for a while and found what I was looking for. A blunt. I joined James, Bill, and Seth as I fired up a blunt using pyrokinesis. I asked if Seth had joined Bill and James as a 108 Star of Destiny. He said, "Yeah, I'm the Chuckle Star. Because, I love to make people Chuckle and shit." I chuckled after that one.

I heard the train horn going off, so I went to the front of the train and could the see the castle approaching. It had grown once again and was huge. I was excited to check it out, so I attempted to speed the train up with my mind, Instead, it began to lift off the tracks. I went with it and began raising the train off the ground. Even though I was doing it with my mind, it felt heavy as shit. I managed to lift it fully, but it felt pretty unstable. I strained a bit too much and began to wake myself up. I attempted to hold on, but woke up.


Series Details
Welcome to the epic dream series known as, "The 108 Stars of Destiny." Follow me as I build the most powerful army the dream world has ever seen. Along with the help of 108 key recruits, I take on the dream world and elevate to god-like status! Will anyone stand in my way? Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

108 Stars of Destiny
NEW 18 - Seth Rogen - The Chuckle Star

I found myself in my old elementary school in the back. I recognized the back as my old social work classroom, there was only 1 teacher there and she gave me something to work on. It was a math/writing assignment that i had trouble with. While i was working on said assignment, I got up and looked out the window. Kids were playing on the swings, but there were more swings than there always were. when i finished my assignment I asked if i could go outside. "No" said the teacher in a very demonic voice. I leaned against the wall next to me, closed my eyes, and then opened them again. I found myself in an empty art room with nobody else inside. I looked out my window and saw the kids playing like usual. I then woke up at 3:00 AM to do the WBTB technique. I wrote in my journal next to me the dream and went back to sleep an hour later. I then found myself in the middle of a street that lead to my old apartment building. I flew to the building and saw my old friends playing there. I hovered over one of them and asked where someone was. They didn't know where he was. I then ran to a person with super speed and hit him. I woke up once again, but when i looked at my hands there were 7 fingers, I said "I'm in another dream" then woke up in real life.

sooo many amazing dreams last night. it'll be like trying to pull a movie back out of the void. just woke up. so many different images. one after the other as i was recalling them.

1. beach night, drunk at breakfast
2. spaceship love
3. WAVES

it started off as i was wandering around a downtown area. i met up with Gerry, who was drunk/crazy. The young man has grown since entering college, make no mistake. I wonder if he has done a lot of drugs, because he seems a little out of his mind and more aggressive. Anyways, after fist bumping and bro-hugging we go to an In-N-Out. They're closing up. Austin is there, many other people are there. I try to sympathize with the people who are closing, but I'm not in my right state. I have trouble ordering a double double, with ketchup and mustard instead of spread, and an ice cream cone. I end up spilling a lot of shit. I wipe some up with a coffee filter--this is one of the amazing tricks I've learned at Peet's, that coffee filters will clean up anything--and I get my ice cream cone and my hamburger (with no paper, since they're closing), and we're out of there.

Jeremy drives a big truck. I'm eating my food and trying not to spill. It's a lot but it's also reallly good. My ice cream has a lot of caramel on top. He tries to drift the car once we get to the beach, but ends up overshooting. He hits the curb and flips the car. "Every fucking time," I think. Drifting is such a bad idea. We roll over onto the sand and get out. My neck hurts for a brief second. We start driving along the beach, very slowly. There are amazing houses everywhere. It's night time, and we weave around intricately designed entryways, plants and carefully laid tile, climbing up the hill to get to the beach. A brief second of "floating" perspective; I realize that you can't really drive up this portion of the house, since there's not enough room for the truck, but call it a camera angle, like I'm following the path for a different viewer.

We make it to the beach and everyone is there. Mike Font, other people from high school. A bunch of friends. We are fucking around and having a lot of fun. It's the morning now, and I wake up groggy and dirty. I'm naked for a second, but I decide it's better to cover up. I don't wanna go around the beach naked, that would just be awkward every time I remembered. I put on the dirty pair of boxers I wore last night and a pair of shorts. I ask people if they've seen my shorts; "Why does it matter?" "Because since last night I have both shit and cum in my boxers, and I need something to cover it up." Kind of awkward, but true. There are skidmarks on them. It's interesting that putting them on is more shameful than being naked. I get the shorts and it ends up blowing over.

More fun in the sand. We are pulling at each other's clothing. (Holy shit, a full other dream of sexy water yoga from last night. Way too many.) Mike's full moon makes an appearance. Everybody laughs. I wander around and end up climbing up the SIDE of someone's HOUSE. I hit the roof and look down inside; it's arranged like a mall with an open canopy in the middle, and I drop down INTO their house and come back out the backdoor. The owner catches me, and I smile sheepishly. "HEY," he says. He gives a little smile and a thumbs-up. "Excellent work." There's a thing I have about climbing on things; it's really cool and I like taking pride in it, but I don't wanna show off. Later a bunch of other people try to climb it--a little girl gets to the top but isn't able to stand up on the roof, and she topples backwards onto her neck and folds into the sand. Luckily she isn't hurt, since she's young and supple (I suppose). Colton tries to do it, but he gets yelled at. The beach dream fades.

We have decided to go somewhere for breakfast. I'm following a girl who I took Bart with to meet with her friend and her family. She's into fitness (even though not as fit as I am), and she starts running after we leave the train. She's hauling, meaning she really cares about it, and I have to move to keep up with her. We run up to the side of a hill, and meet Austin and his family. It's a really giddy happy time. Kona tackles me and I hear him speak ENGLISH, COMPREHENSIVELY, in full sentences! I burst out laughing! What the fuck!?! This is amazing? He answers one of my questions. "You can speak full sentences???" "Yeah. American english.... harder to understand." LOOOOOL. This is riotous and everyone is happy. We are drunk too (from mimosas? or something), and I end up wandering off to climb on some bleachers on the other side of the field we're on. It's a cool little jungle-gym like experience. Also, there's a car inside, a high-tech one that folds out into many different layers. The sunroof is absolutely insane; it opens up like different decks on a high-tech yacht. As I hit all the buttons to open it up and climb back out again, the car starts moving. At the time I think it's just a part of the sunroof/high tech bleachers moving me along, but after I get out the DRIVER of the car gets out and confronts me. Oh, shit... sorry. So I guess she had driven me back to the family. Interestingly, she again didn't care so much, and was impressed by my climbing prowess.

We make our way to the ethnic family reunion. It's roughly set in Palos Verdes. We're eating food. I bring out the chicken and rice and vegetables that I brought, and I feel embarrassed that it isn't enough. I try to remember how to say "brown" in spanish, but it doesn't go. "Oh, that's ok. We just call it spaghetti here." They're not so mad after all.

My sister is there. This whole time we are able to see waves, far off in the distance. The waves are absolutely ridiculous. I say "Hey, come on," and we climb down the side of my grandpa's backyard to watch it in a little outcropping with a cement bench there. They are really quite big, and they loom far-off in the distance. They start breaking, really far out, and they're just MASSIVE. Crazy, I tell her. But we have to watch. I always love to watch the waves. A sexy older lady comes by, and we chat for a bit. More people have gathered, in a reverie, to watch the waves. She says "Does anybody have any need for me to bring these two girls i know, Lolita and _____ around?" I say yeah, bring em around! Why not. "Well, they are about 8 and 14 months old." "OK, but are they REALLY hot babies?" Bad joke. She goes away, but I guess it was successful. We are rapidly becoming concerned about the size of the waves. the wavves. Looking out to see, we realize that there are a series of sea-walls, which shoot up out of the water like individual planks, looking almost like a bar spectrograph of the EQ when you listen to music, to block them. Yet they get bigger and bigger, and it's only a matter of time that they'll continue holding up. Someone does a powerpoint or hologram explanation of the "earth walls," as they're called. I go down further, almost to the edge of the ocean, to watch the waves come in. Everybody is crowded around; this is humanity's last stand in a way (at least the West Coast's last stand), and as the biggest waves start breaching over the walls (Caesar's Palace has placed an enormous logo on the side of the last wall, interestingly enough), waves of panic shoot through people. Finally the last wall skitters out, with only a few spears coming into the air like toothpicks (failing to form a wall), and then they fall and gears shoot up into the air, then land back into the water. We are definitely panicked, but this is time to take matters into our own hands. We gather all of the metal into one pile to slow down the waves, trying to do a makeshift dam, and then we brace on the steps, grabbing onto the rail, to try and diffuse some of the force of the waves as they thunder up over the defenses. As things start looking bleak, we go further down (there's an eatery of some sort down by the beach, where there are more people). One girl is ecstatic, prophetic. She says to match the hum of the waves, and hits the same pitch as the ambient noise. I'm not sure whether it's the machinery around trying to protect us making the sound or what. But we do, we all sing. Whales start to come out of the ocean, jumping over us and landing on the beach. They dig in, dedicated to protecting us. The prophet also says to use the "crab creatures, with hidden claws." An older couple takes the focus of the dream. They had been there as one of the main parties at the banquet. They start to quarrel and joke with each other, getting increasingly aggressive. The man hits the woman, who blocks it with her CRAB CLAWS. She retaliates and the man starts showing different parts of crustacean armor coming out underneath his clothes. The whole of the earth is coming out, uniting. These are all the secrets that it has to hide, the information that we had hitherto neglected to explore. We are united. I feel amazing; I have given myself selflessly over to the cohesive movement of love and protection. I'm braced against the stairs, waiting for the waves to come, and I start to read a piece of paper in my hands. As I do, it materializes into a poem. There are couplets, with slant rhymes. God, I wish I had made a point to remember it. The dream ends. I am optimistic.

I came straight here to write it down. There was also the "journey to mars" one, which was reminiscent of a different dream I had had earlier. A crew is on a mission to mars, when they start to realize they won't be able to make it back to earth. Apollo 13 style. A supernatural intelligence takes over their onboard computer, broadcasting her voice through the speakers. "You will not be able to make it back." But the crew is unconvinced; they have enough fuel, they should be able to rocket around the back side of mars, and use the gravity to come back into earth's orbit. She makes a great display on the ship's computers, explaining the real nature of the universe. One stubborn member is still unconvinced. She says, "How about this." His eyes widen. She has entered into his consciousness. She explains that our sun, along with the different stars we observe, all really funnel their energy into a massive supersun. They are connected by huge swirling pillars of fire, some different colors that we cannot see. She reveals different wonders of the universe to him, its true architecture. The only way that they will be able to make it back home, she says, is if they embark on a voyage of love, exploring the different planets of the solar system (or galaxy) and spreading love and genuine compassion to them. The success of their journey is to be tracked real-time on billboards marketing the movie back on earth. If the title changes to "voyage of love" by the release date, then they will have made it. I see this billboard driving while I'm on the freeway, on the way to another dream. (This is really reminiscent of a series of dreams I had awhile ago, where I was journeying through space. The first one with these elements was especially amazing, as I went to Jupiter's moons and swam around in the water. Everything was otherworldly and incredible; I could enter the atmospheres of the different planets as I so chose. Spreading the love around.) This dream also happened chronologically before the waves dream, lending the whole struggle a pervasive feeling of universality.

There was also a sexy yoga time dream, where we balanced on little kickboards in the water and tried to do breathing exercises. A river setting. Not much importance to this dream I think, other than the fact that it was sexual and opened up the idea that physical contact is OK. (Since I'm a completionist, too, there was an image of sneaking into my friend Steven's house back home. He did something to the pulleys to make the garage door close very quietly, but when we got back in his parents were very happy to see me.)

WOW REALLY COOL NIGHT I LOVE SLEEPING IN

Hello all, tonight I had a very long dream, so it might look more like a novel to y'all.

Anyways, here it is:


MEMORABLE
Length: 1 day
Type: Non-lucid

It started out in a house, all the cupboards had tar in them. I wanted to take a shower, so my mom told me to get the shower ready. I pulled cleaned it out and everything, and there was a door inside the shower. I threw the curtain out, and on it, it had clouds, it was like a generic sunny sky, on a curtain.

After that I went walking around town (it felt like we had moved), I found an airbase and walked towards it.

*I'm not sure what happened, I think I don't remember the transition, but maybe its two dreams? I dunno, anyways I skipped over time*

Two grown men that looked like they were miners were standing in front of me, one had blond hair, the other had short stubby black hair. The one with the blonde hair was holding a birthday candle, I asked him why, and he told me the rules of the place: "Before we go on our flights, we have to light a birthday candle with the number of the flight on it, then give it to our partner, if he can't light all the candles in time, I get tortured"
I was confused in many ways, but before I could ask, his partner quickly took it and lit all the candles. The blonde man let out a breath.

Then they held me a candle, I turned around and there was a girl behind me, she looked like she was in high school or something, they told me she was my partner.

And no, I did not. Don't ask me about that.

I struck a match on the cart we were standing around. Put it on the candle and then gave it to her. She tried to light all of the candles, but she failed. I looked at the men in front of me and they just looked back at me. I didn't dare to look back at that girl. The track in front of me (behind the two men) split into two. Two soldiers came down each track and grabbed hold of me.

*Memory blindness*

I was looking at two men. One to my right looked like he was on the end of his line, and the one to the right looked fresh out of College. The old man held the younger one a candle with the number "8" on it, and he said "This candle will be the end of me". The younger one said nothing with a look of despair on his face, and he quickly lit all candles. The older man looked relieved. I had a candle with the number 9 on it, I handed it to my partner, and she lit all candles this time.

*Memory blindness*

I was flying in some sort of plane, it was a sunny day with a few clouds in the sky, and I was pointed straight up. There was a radio in the cockpit and it cracked, a voice on it said in a muffled tone "There's a-uh hole in the clouds, go ahead up on it" I amused that was what I was pointing at, I suddenly warped upwards into space, with stars and the moon to the right. I started to question the physics of that little maneuver. After I did that, I woke up.

My ranting:
I have had two dreams that are fairly long, and this one long extremely vivid dream, within two days. I think my dreams are getting better by the day, and now I will stop focusing on dream recall, and start focusing on becoming lucid in those dreams.

Sweet dreams.

I was playing AI War and apparently instead of space starting base was in some caves, also i had alot of buildings including some variation of starship constructor which could make more powerful starships and also guardian constructor which made guardian units. Then there were some battles underground and there were some kind of temple ruins.

Date: 20 June

Pre bed: 200 mg valerian, 100mg B6, podcast

Atmosphere: guest, heat, noises

Total sleep time: 6 hrs

DILD1: I am in our old neighborhood with my mom and a truck driver discussing something. I don't like him. The next moment the three of us are in a public restroom and it looks like he used it just before we did. I get obsessed about not wanting to touch the toiler paper after him, I notice there is something on the paper, plus it is all soaked. My mom comes up with some napkins from her bag that I also don't want to use.

The scene changes and we find ourselves in a movie theater. A fake memory forms that we just watched some movie, went to the restroom, and now mom is sneaking in to watch the next movie for free. One thing that looks unusual is that there is only one single long row of seats, but at the time, I conclude that this is normal. My mom sits while I try to leave the place. I spend some time waiting for her, and in the meantime she is looking for 3D glasses. I notice lots of sunglasses on the floor, that I identify as mine as start putting them in my bag. I head towards the exit, but the door is locked, there is no handle too. I get a fake memory that this is normal during movies. I think I use some form of dream control and the door opens, but behind it is another door which I open the normal way.

I find myself in a long somewhat creepy corridor with strangely colored walls, that reminds of dreams I had. And sure enough, I become lucid. I stare at the walls for a while, wondering if I should go ahead and plunge in them, but based on gut feeling decide against it. I move forward a bit but suddenly I get a sensation that my hair band is falling and my head feels kind of uncomfortable, up to the point where it is so distracting I cannot continue walking? I wonder if I should waste time to try and fix a ponytail but know this is a bad idea to do during an ld, so just remove the hair band and my hair feels fine. (talk about vanity )

I keep walking down the corridor that dynamically changes and become a bit like an inside balcony, and I can see part of the floor below. As I reach the end of the corridor/now balcony and look to my left the light downstairs goes off. Downstairs looks a bit creepy and I say something like "Oh, come on", but then hear some kind of a click sound and the light is on again. Then off again and finally on. What the hell is going on, I think. I turn around and something like a room is beginning to form. There are many DCs here, mostly children and a guy, they all look pretty much the same, very blond with red cheeks. I find this strange and the guy is not quite finished in the face, some of his features are not there so he is not very pleasant to look at. I decide I don't need to concentrate that much on him. I think about some of my goals. The first one that comes to mind is "assign a lucidity DC", so I start shouting at these strange blond DCs something about them and lucidity. Most of them don't pay me any attention, but my voice is so loud, I wonder if I am doing this irl too.

Then I look around, have a moment of aha realization as I remember the naked task. Of course, with so many DCs in the room, it is perfect for the task. So I first try to memorize the place and DCs a bit more (to be able to describe in detail, the way I do it, it is really bad for stability!) In front of me is a strange looking desk and three kids, one of them has silver sparkle decorations on his face. This time I am wearing only underwear with my casual type of bra. Just as I figure an easy way to take it off, the dream abruptly ends and I find myself back in bed.

I am very aware of body and need to go to the restroom. As I get back to bed I struggle with the heat, and am interrupted by the alarm of the guest, who always sets it hours earlier than he needs to wake up and leave. I really don't understand this. Insomnia...and then finally asleep for a bit.

DILD2: The dream begins as I am concentrating on my hands, trying to hold them still as possible, I get this floating feeling, expecting to transition. I then look around and understand that I am already in the dream. It is a small room, I start rubbing my hands vigorously, paying attention to the effect. The dream stabilizes for a while. I remember "the task" and search for DC audience. There are two male DCs on the bed, one on top of the other (doing nothing and with clothes on), and the other is asleep. They look very lifeless and I wonder if I should leave the room - door is just in front of me, but I get the feeling that might throw the dream out of balance and decide to wait. "Let me first get naked, then I'll see about the audience". I check my clothes - jeans (that later turn to shorts), socks, and a T-shirt. I start with the T-shirt but as it covers my eyes, it gets a bit entangled around my head, and I as get it off I lose my sight and end up in the void.

This annoys me but my anger turns into podcast inspired stubbornness and I keep trying to resume with the dream taking my shorts off and one sock while in the void. A moment later the dream picks up from exactly the same place. I expect at this point not to be wearing shorts anymore, but as I look down I have two pairs of shorts one on each leg. It's funny and reminds me of OB and her blankets. I go and sit on the bed which is now on the opposite side of the room, or is it another bed? I contemplate a bit of whether I really need to be sitting to more easily get rid of my shorts and remaining sock, but conclude it feels more comfortable that way. The dream fades and I wake.

The guest finally wakes up too, so that was it for today.

My recollection:

I attempted to share a dream with a good friend of mine last night. Lots of false awakenings, remember seeing myself fall through their ceiling and floor, then receiving a text explaining what happened. I also remember seeing her intermittently throughout the night, but nothing specific.

Their recollection:

They described me as older than I look now. we both recall seeing each other a few times last night, but nothing specific on their end either..

I had just come from a vast, brightly lit foot court, where the chairs were white plastic, the tables, floor, and counters were white marble slabs> It had a (low) ceiling resembling the ceiling of the business school. It sort of looked like that french restaurant near school too. Light streamed in from above, and I went to order something at the counter.

Walking with somebody into a brightly lit and spacious room resembling that old physics lounge, I attempted to eat a twix bar, which I unexpectedly found in my left jacket pocket. There was something wrong with the cookie part, and it tasted like bad vitamins. I spat crumbs into the trash and threw the bar in.

I proceeded to blame Michael Bloomberg. Was that who I was walking with? Maybe it was because of his paternalistic concern for the health of others, he had enriched the twix cookie to its flavor-death?

Date: June 19, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB (attempted WILD, but fell asleep twice)
Sleep Time: bedtime @ 12:30am WBTB @ 5:45 am for 5-10 minutes, then back to sleep Awake @ 10:30am

Dreamed I was playing with my little baby niece and all of a sudden the house was surrounded by a SWAT team and helicopters outside (police dogs and guns drawn by officers and all). They came in and bullied me and pushed me to the ground while they search the house. I continued to ask them what where they looking for. I was more mad than scared because at first they were just ignoring me. When they finally got through searching the house (inside and outside) they came over to me and jerked me off of the ground and told me to 'hand it over.' I said, "Hand what over??!!" They said to hand of the gene. "We know you have it, hand over the GENE." Then I woke up...

Question: Not sure if 'the gene' was my baby niece or what...

20.06.2013

Home is Gone (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Coming around the corner, back from the store....I see our Del Vista house is gone, along with some neighbors, but not everyone.
"Uhh, where is our house?"
We get up closer, I get out to check it out. It looks like our house fell into a sinkhole, along with part of the park in the back.
It has been condemned, we aren't supposed to enter.
There is a wine blob growing inside and drowning the house, pushing out. We are inside, looking for things to salvage. It is obvious that we will be trapped soon. We swim through the wine blob. It pushes out and we surf it through the park.

We go back and the house seems somewhat stable. I am looking for my things. We have nowhere to live.

Remembered this one kind of late. Lately i've been wondering if it was possible to do drugs in a dream, and if so what effect they would have. Well, last night I had a NLD where a friend of mine slipped shrooms into my food without my knowledge, and shortly after I started to hallucinate. I remember feeling very high and having visions of ghost images to either side of an object. When these objects moved, however, it gave off a slow motion effect. Imagine taking frames from a video and layering the more recent frames over the older ones, giving a trail effect. This was especially evident with moving people. It was a surreal experience, and a topic that I think deserves some experimentation in future LD's.