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Oh my god I haven't updated in a while. You know what, I'm just gonna post this. I don't feel like adding my fragments.

05/30/2013 Daryl Dixon, Mocking a Moron, Ghost-Vampire-Zombies

Fighting Zombies: Part 1
I'm carrying a sawed off shotgun. I am, of course, out of ammunition. I'm in the kitchen of a run down farm house, by the sliding glass door. I hear movement outside. The back yard is a huge expanse of green grass, butted up against and overgrown field. A woman stands beside a faded white picnic table.
I run outside. I can't decide if I should draw on her or not. After all, she doesn't know my gun isn't loaded. I settle for a potentially aggressive position, the gun half raised.
I'm about to ask her what she's doing out here when she says, "There are zombies out here. Did you know there are zombies out here?!"
I open my mouth to say something sarcastic, but a zombie lumbers out of nowhere and opens his arms to bear hug her. I cry out a warning. The girl twists around and neatly stabs the zombie in the guts, doing absolutely no damage.
I roll my eyes. "Aim for the head!"
"What?" She asks, stupidly.
"Stab. it. in. the. brain."
"Oh...right."
"Riiiight." I say with a sarcastic nod.
Another zombie bends between the wires of the fence of the field and comes at me while she's still struggling with her opponent. I think a few unkind thoughts in her direction and realize that I shouldn't belittle her intelligence...after all, which one of us is the moron running around during a zombie apocalypse carrying an empty gun?

There's an unrelated interlude. I'm pretty sure I'm in Rapture from Bioshock, but I only notice the similarities once I woke up. I'm approaching a class room. There's a well-dressed pompous jerk criticizing everyone's writing skills and proclaiming that he alone has the finesse to properly write a short story, I have every intention of verbally ripping his face off, remembering that I've read his short story and every single word in it was spelled wrong. He even made up some words. Like 'richutoushely'.
A friend of mine, Laura, gets my attention.
There's a lapse. She joyfully skips to the elevator at the end of the hall. I'm telling her about Pompous Ass. Or there's a voice over where I"m telling her about him. She purposely puts herself beside him in the elevator and does her best to make him feel ashamed for being a jerk. When that doesn't work, she makes fun of his short story.
I remember hearing her amused disbelief that such a person exists.
Then I'm in an office. There are two young men watching me as I sit down at a desk to write. I set down for lines of poetry, all using a common word to link them together. When I look over it, I laugh. I spelled the common word differently at each occurrence.
"Look at me, making fun of a guy who can't spell, and then I sit here and can't spell a word like 'pearl'." I laugh at myself again and then wonder aloud. "What's pearl-fire anyway?"

Later I'm telling Laura about how I can't spell.
"Poetry, Julie? Really?"
"Whaaat, I was writing what's-his-face a letter and I was writing the poem to make fun of him!"
She gives me a look, "Suuuure." but she's smiling.
I fake-pout at her.

Fighting Walkers and Sirens with Daryl Dixon: Part 2

The first dream repeats itself, except that Daryl is with me. We exchange a glance upon hearing a noise from outside. We go out to the back yard and I raise my still empty sawed-off to threaten the moron girl exclaiming about zombies. We spread out, myself at 6 o'clock, Daryl at 3, the girl at 12. The corner of his mouth twitches as she yells about how she can't believe there are real zombies out here. We're stupidly distracted by our subtle amusement.
A zombie lumbers out of nowhere and opens his arms wide to bear hug her. I cry out a warning and she stabs him. Daryl tells her to aim for the head. He is, surprisingly, without his crossbow. He only has a hunting knife.
"We never found ammo." I say.
"I think I saw an ammo pouch on the shelf behind the desk?"
I run inside while Daryl is preoccupied with two walkers that have come into the backyard from the field. Out of the corner of my eye I see stab the walker in the head that's attacking the girl, and then lead the other three in a circle around the picnic table. I scan the shelf behind the desk and see a faded leather pouch. I look inside and only see gunpowder. It doesn't occur to me until I've poured it into my gun that it's not going to do me any good. Well, it'll serve as a distraction. I head back outside and yell.
One of the walkers breaks off and heads toward me. I shoot at it. I see the find gunpowder permeate the air, doing...of course, absolutely nothing to my opponent. Daryl has dispatched his already, and when he circles around the picnic table scoops a heavy, splintered table leg from the long grass. He casually hits the walker twice, obliterating its skull and breaking the table leg in half.
"Come on, we don't have much time." He brushes past me into the house. I discard my gun and cast about for something useful.
I grab a log, a large wooden stake, and a shard of wood that's kind of knife shaped.
I have a moment where I wonder why I'm grabbing pointy objects...it's not like I'm hunting vampires.
....right?

The rest of our people are trapped upstairs. We are not the only ones who were drawn to this place. The foyer is sort of octagonal. It's all dark, the windows are boarded up. Shafts of light slant through the gaps. Daryl is quicker than I am, there's an extremely pale woman who has long brown hair with black streaks and golden eyes, wearing all leather. She lunges at him, he has her pinned, I round the corner as her hunting partner (an extremely pale bald man with a peeling scalp and silver eyes) is creeping up on Daryl. I smack him as hard as I can with the log.
We all exchange tense glances. The bald man bares his teeth and growls.
Urgency is pressing us into action. Daryl releases the woman and she scrambles up the stairs on all fours. Daryl follows, the bald man goes after him, and I go up last. The stairs are steep, we climb them just like the golden-eyed woman did, on all fours. We reach a landing near the top and the woman stops abruptly. She has heard something we can't.
Daryl narrows his eyes at her.
"Sirens, up ahead." she says, then after a moment of hesitation adds, "And at least three Shamblers in the rooms beyond."
Daryl scouts up the remaining stairs and then creeps back down. "There's at least one sleeping a couple of paces from the last stair." He gives the woman a stiff nod, not wanting to admit that she's done us a favor.
The bald man says, "And where there is one siren..."
"...her sisters soon will follow." Daryl supplies reluctantly.
The golden-eyed woman briefly looks me in the eye. I have dropped my 'weapons'. The bald man tries to steal one. I bare my teeth at him and he sets it back down, grinning a little.
"Your little nightcat has teeth." the bald man says.
Daryl looks a little amused.
The woman intentionally forgets a quiver of arrows blue-green-black fletching. I scoop it up.

The next part is kind of confusing. We go upstairs. There's what's called a siren hovering vertically, a few inches off the ground. She is tall with light purple skin, black hair and pointed ears. Daryl circles around behind her, reaches up and throws a hand across her mouth, an arm across her shoulders, tugging the siren roughly to the floor. Her eyes snap open. I lunge forward and drive the stake I've been carrying into her chest.
The golden-eyed woman and her companion are dealing with the walkers in the next room as quietly as possible.
There's noise from the room next to us and sounds of a scuffle. We rush in and I have randomly produced throwing knives. There's another siren, screeching her blackened little heart out. Whip-quick, I draw and throw three knives, one after the other. The first sticks in her abdomen, the third in her chest, the last grazes her cheek.
Daryl has retrieved his crossbow. He shoots an arrow into her eye and she collapses.
"Nice throwing, why didn't you aim for her head though?"
I frown and shrug. "I don't know."
"Remember for next time, yeah?"
I nod. ((Tacking 'yeah' onto the end of a sentence is something Liam does. And 'little nightcat' is often a reference to Saja, even though I wasn't consciously her in this dream.))
After searching the rooms, we realize that the other members of our group aren't here.
"They've been taken to the bluffs, then." Daryl says something about needing to stay up here, but he hands me a longbow, telling me to take out our enemy from the overhang.
"Shouldn't you be doing this? You're a better shot than I am."
He says something about not really worrying about it because he has faith in my archery skills.
The golden-eyed woman and man slipped out while we were slaying the second siren.

There's a lapse and I'm repeating the dream again, this time Daryl is already upstairs. I'm with the golden-eyed woman and her hunting partner. We scramble up the stairs and when we noisily reach the top a siren bursts through the door, screaming. For a moment I'm worried, then Daryl appears from behind her and (quite easily) kills the hell out of her.
The room Daryl emerges from is distinctly Rapture, it is even leaking. There's water streaming down the wall and pooling on the counter before cascading to the floor. The house would be pretty if it wasn't so beat up...

Fragments 06/02/2013 to 06/09/2013
06/02/2013 Restaurants
I'm driving, trying to leave town after a tornado has hit. I'm with my brother and we're looking for a place to eat. He tells me about a French food place that's really good, so we drive there. Except it looks suspiciously like a Chinese food restaurant. There are hanging lanterns and the place is full of mirrors and blazing lights. It's really crowded too, there are people everywhere. As I'm getting out of the car I realize that I drove the entire way without my contact lenses in. I'm also realizing that I'm not wearing shoes, and that I'm keeping my contact lenses in the water in my shoes. I spend the next few minutes trying to fish them out.

06/03/2013
Walking around work singing Minnie the Moocher. My co-workers echo the chorus back to me.

06/04/2013
It is the anniversary of DV and it is tradition to recite a serious speech with a fake speech impediment. You only get one shot. Tom Levitt from Smash is sitting outside the theater which is also somehow a browser chat room, reciting a speech to Julia. He says something like "It is not only empirical, but illogical to believe that showmanship is an improper forum..." He speaks the words slowly, only just able to keep himself from cracking up, because the speech doesn't make any sense. He is so close to the end.

I want to start by pointing out the obvious, that this is a dream journal entry from before I began posting here. My retro-posting has a purpose, as I've begun to mention Jack in recent dreams, I wanted to write a little bit about what he represents to me and post his first appearance in my adult dream-life. He may have made earlier appearances, but it is only recently that he gained a name.

I may be crazy, but I've always been a little infatuated with the character of Jack Sawyer from Black House. And, also, after reading through my journals I've found many instances where I dreamed about various characters named Jack (though never actually the one from Black House). It seems I have a fondness for them. So, in a way, my Jack may be inspired by many Jacks.

Jack feels like a guardian, someone who will watch my back no matter what's going on. I'm excluding this dream because Liam and Jack mixed personalities. It was distinctly different from other dreams, just like my dreams of Liam and of Jack are distinctly different from each other. That one was...very odd for me. I guess the blending of traits explains why Jack was being so stubborn, Liam can be...bull-headed.

Call of Cthulhu
I sat with three men (one of them my boyfriend) at the Home Decor desk at work. My boyfriend is sitting diagonal to me. A pale, dark haired man is directly my opposite (this one is Jack). Next to me is a man I never look straight at. The department manager of Plumbing is very loudly leading other employees in a song aimed at one of his underlings as an insult. It begins to annoy me, I can't concentrate on the game we are playing.

Suddenly I say, "He shouldn't be allowed to talk to people that way, it isn't right."
"Relax." My boyfriend says, "It'll blow over, he'll lose interest eventually."
I frown, glancing over my shoulder toward Plumbing as they erupt into another round of clapping and singing.
"Hey, you want to go stop him?" The dark haired man says to me.
"Yeah! I do!"
"Alright." He says, giving me a wicked smile. "Let's stop him then." He rises from his chair and I follow suit. He has short

black hair, wearing a navy blue button-up with black jeans. The shirt has pearl-capped buttons. He leads the way. The Plumbing department looks like a restaurant. The walls are painted dark red and the trim is a bight yellow-gold. We reach the restaurant and discover that the man we came to confront has fled to one of the upper levels. There is a flight of stairs going down on the left side of the department. We take them. I'm confused about why we have to go downstairs first before we can go up.

The stairway is enclosed in a tile tunnel. The tiles are small, gray 1x1s. It's cool and damp and feels like a storm drain. The stairs are very steep. I only realize how steep when at the halfway mark, the guard rail disappears. It find it difficult to breathe, and I become nervous about falling, I step very cautiously. The man sees how afraid I am and passes in front of me, so that if I stumble he will be between me and danger. I clutch his shoulder to keep my balance. He flashes me a knowing smile.

Something catches my eye and I look up. There is a large circular cut out in the ceiling, edged in stone. I can see the night sky through it. The moon is full, casting its clear light down into the storm drain.

"Hey look.." I say.

The man halts, we both look up. Now, instead of night sky it is like water is suspended in a well and we are looking at the underside of it. There is an image of a brunette woman. Her hair is blowing across her face. The image ripples as though on water, and stretches, her mouth gradually opens in horror and green tentacles erupt from her mouth, before the image disperses entirely.
We continue down the stairs. On the wall across from us, I notice another disturbing display of art. It looks like dark green tentacles bursting fort from a sewer mouth. My uneasiness grows.

"Are you sure we should be down here? Haven't you read call of Cthulhu?" (and I still haven't read Call of Cthulhu so that...doesn't

really mean anything to me haha.)

"Relax, we'll be fine." He says.

Once we reach the bottom of the stairs, it becomes muddled. Something about a girl laying on a platform that we raise to cross the water. She thanks us for rescuing her. I try to offer her my hand to cross the gap from platform to walkway but she insists it is easier to cross on her own. She says the man we're pursuing trapped her on the platform, but she knows where he's going.

Almost WILD - almost had vision problems at first (half fuzzy and dark). I forced my eyes open and whole new world awaited me. Did the hand test and immediately flew up into the beautiful trees and into the night sky. I wished for it to be Christmas and suddenly everything was snowy and decorated. Landed and asked for Jules. An old lady appeared to be jules. We talked, but I knew she wasn't Jules. Suddenly there was jules. Soft and young. Kind of innocent. We smiled and I touched Jules' face. Baby soft. The dream started to fade as if I'm reading a comic book. I let it fade.

Happy with the control that has been lacking lately.

Red = Dream
Blue = Lucid

So, the idea of lucid dreaming is something I've never thought to 'real', same with tuplas. After reading some studies about lucid dreaming, and researching it on the web, I've decided to give it a go, and have already remember the last 2 dreams I've had, strange, since I almost never remember dreams normally. So, I'll probably forget, or not bother to write in this often, but I'll start at least.

Dream 1:
Setting: Night-time, raining.

So, it starts with a friend and I in a car, me in the back and him driving. He kept turning around to talk to me and I kept freaking out telling him to watching the road. I also remember seeing the costume I had worn for the musical I was in scattered across the back seat, some across my lap. The dream then shifts to my old school's (Old school in Australia, as I'm currently spending a year in Canada) 'large gymnasium', with a bunch of students sitting down looking at the stage, as if waiting for a performance. I see one of my friends (from Australia), and head over to talk to him. I greet him, he points at me, I notice I'm wearing my costume (the costume I wore for the musical and was in the car earlier) and I run off. The dream collapses here

Dream 2:
Setting: Unknown

I'm sitting down, there is a computer in front of me, with a large bunch of code on it. An old friend (Who is again back in Australia) is leaning against the screen (I'm in a chair, the computer is on something), he tells me to 'run it', which I laugh, since I (somehow) know it's a trick. Since I (at the time, last night), didn't know about RC's, I didn't notice that I was unable to read the code on the screen.

There starts my DJ.

P.S I'm trying WILDing directly from when I go to sleep, perhaps I will try rouse myself and WILD from there, but for now it's just when I go to sleep.

I had a dream last night that really confused me and made me think alittle..im a senior in highschool now but In my dream I was older.. but not by much...probably just going to college. I was in a hotel room with this other girl. She was gorgeous with long blonde hair. I remember specifically that she was younger than me, but not by much. She swore to me that she wasn't "like that" (meaning she wasnt a lesbian) when I tried flirting with her. I don't know why we were together in a hotel room or why I was even there at all! But during my dream Im pretty sure I knee exactly why I was there and who she was... it probably wasn't an important detail and that's why I forgot.. but anyways it started storming and I'm not sure why the storm was so scary for me, in waking life Iove storms, but in the dream it frightened me.. but then the girl grabbed my hands and held me and promised that she'd keep me safe... the emotions I felt for her were so strong.. I felt nothing but love for her in that moment in my dream, then I remember myself saying to her "are you sure you aren't like that?" Ans she only smiled and held me even closer.. then I woke up. And now looking back on my dream I'm wondering how I can have such strong feelings for someone I've never even met.. does she exist? Is this dream something that's going to happen? Am I going to meet her in my near future? I feel such a connection with this girl in my dream its crazy.. I feel like I know her, but I've never met her.. and now I miss her and hope she's in my dream again!! This is the weirdest feeling I've ever had..

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

I am having one of those dreams in which I'm in a house, trying to get out, but every door or window just leads to another room. It's becoming opressive and then I realize it must be a dream, so I get lucid and transform the dream. The next window does lead to the outside. With the awareness increasing, I get the usual attacks from my own mind, maybe. It pulls out all the "weapons" at the same time. Everything starts moving really fast, the scenarios around me are constantly shifting, the floor under my feet is never stable, things are being thrown at me from all directions, there's a storm with tornados approaching, then a van full of men in black stops to my left and agents come out to arrest me, the one in the front is agent Smith... Wow, could it be more confusing? I focus on the fact I know I'm dreaming. Agent Smith dissolves into light, the storm gives rise to a sunny sky with fluffy white clouds, the landscape becomes empty and still and in front of me appears a text on a sheet of white paper. It has some strange orange characters on the top of the sheet, that I cannot really read. I think it contains a list of names and my name is on it, near the top. It becomes my center of focus and allows me to just stay aware.

I took a nap earlier and I had a dream that was kinda like a continuation of my zombie apocalypse dream. The cast of True blood and I were in a jail cell drinking some beer when when some zombies found us and were reaching in to the cell to try to grab one of us. The old guy from earlier was taunting them and one of them grabbed him, pulled him close and took a bite out of his neck. The guy that shapeshifts into a dog (I forget his name) grabbed a metal strut and stabbed him in the head so he wouldn't become a zombie as we'd be trapped in the cell with him. all the commotion attracted more zombies but we just carried on chilling on the far side of the cell so we didn't share the old man's fate.

5:50AM - DEILD - 2 of 2

I wake naturally from a dream a few minutes before the alarm. I don't move keep a clear mind and relax my body. I feel the change and reach out with my mind. I get instant vibrations but before I can transition out of body a dream scene envelopes me.

I am walking down a street with a version of my mom next to me. I see a pop up screen before my face and my mom immediately says, "Your subconscious has been locked out. (of this dream). You'll need to pay to get it back." The pop up shows a dollar amount of $7.99 and some text. I am crestfallen and I ask my mom, "But how am I dreaming now?"
"It's just your ego.", is her only reply. I totally believe all of this and know that money is useless in a dream. I'll have to pay later. I allow the dream to continue non-lucid.

With that out of the way we walk down the street together and I point out a couple of rows of plant growing out of the asphalt. It seems that someone planted them there like a garden. The alarm goes off and I wake up.

LUCID

*I became lucid by noticing that everywhere I looked a jewel would appear. After that I kind of just went with the flow of dream. I also stopped and had a moment of clarity thinking wow all of this is a creation of my mind.

*I flew around and explored a huge city. I ended up becoming really horny and getting a BJ from like three different chicks. haha. This seems to happened if I don't go into the lucid dream with a goal in mind.

*I realized I was dreaming while being out to eat. I remember the goal I had in mind to meditation. I attempted to find a clear open sky to practice. I started to meditate but quickly woke up.

I have no time to proof read so I know there are huge typos. I apologize and will edit later. I just never have enough time anymore.

I started with MILD but was having difficulty visualizing. Switched to mantra for a bit then only a few cycles of SSILD.


#190 - 3:30AM - SSILD/WILD - 1 of 2

I feel the familiar feeling of transition like a chemical change in my mind. I am in total SP and there are zero vibrations. I can't move or transition out of body. I try Monroe's 180 method but it feels like I just rolled over on my face. I know this is a false sensation. I try rolling but at a moderate speed. Every time I spin I hear a mechanical roaring. I pause, spin again, pause, then try rolling out and through the walls of the house. I feel like I roll out into the backyard and circle round back to my bed. I wait a bit and get into some resemblance of a lying down lotus position and meditate with the mantra, "I am dreaming. I am lucid when I dream." I clear my mind and relax into the SP. After a moment or two I slow bring my feet out to touch the floor. Now I am standing but completely blind. I slowly open my eyes and see the bed room door. I am back in bed. I transition again and blindly continue into the living room. I pause and try to stabilize by feeling the floor. It's not helping my blindness so I just continue on outside. I feel cool air on my skin as I walk into the street. I continue walking and peering into the darkness waiting for the dream to form.

Suddenly, I am walking with a group of men my age and younger. I am lucid but I lose control a little and get swept up in the dream. It feels like HI and a little disconnected but I am controlling the flow. I become excited and yell out. I see several cars parked near a short rock fence. I hop over it and run towards a two door red convertible. I yell out, "Shotgun!" and hop into the passenger side. A couple of guy were following behind me with the same idea. One jumped on top of me and the other almost landed on the other guy but corrected himself to jump in the back seat. Darkness.

The dream becomes more vivid now and we are riding down a highway. I feel the wind on my face and lean out over the door. There are pine or cedar tress on either side of us. I whoop, holler and howl, listening to the dreamy distortion of my voice. I say, "You know what guys? We should get real crazy. Let's go rob someone." I look over at the driver for the first time and notice that he looks like a 1950's greaser. I don't find this strange at all as I wait for him to reply. He doesn't. He just continues to drive not looking at me or saying a word. He is expressionless in every way. This gives me pause and pull in my craziness for a moment. I think about my goal of finding NyxCC. I wonder where she is and how to get there from this point.

I stare straight ahead down and endless highway surrounded by a starless empty void. Suddenly one of the guys in the back yells out, "Reno, Nevada!" At the instant a strange tombstone shaped building with a huge neon sign in front of it materializes before my eyes with a burst of energy. I see tendrils of electricity cascade down the building and fade away. For a moment I am mesmerize as I have never experienced this in a dream before. I recover quickly and say to the driver, "Is that were Nyx lives? Reno Nevada?" He just shrugs in reply never looking at me. I accept that we are somehow in Reno, Nevada now. "You know were she lives? Can you take me there?" The driver nods and we make a right turn into a residential area. The night is extra dark save for a few houses with porch lights. Not wanting to get sucked into darkness, I point at well lit house. "Is that it?" The driver nods but takes me to the house next to it.

I get out and there is a strange garage like building shaped like an old hotrod with flames painted on the side. I get out of the car and walk to the car-building feeling unsure. When I open the door there is only darkness inside. I reach inside and slap around until I hit a light switch. It's just a hollow cream colored tube.

I turn around and see a house with red painted siding only about 10 or so feet away. I enter the front door and see a small cozy living room with a lamp and cough and tv set. The floors are hardwood and the room is fully furnished. I don't linger or pay any attention to the room. There is a door across the room and I enter.

The bedroom lights up as I enter but the light is very dim. I look up and see a square shaped light fixture. There is a small child like young woman asleep in here bed. I move over and sit on the edge of the bed. I shake her a bit saying, "Nyx, wake up." She looks confused for a moment and sits up. I notice she has shoulder length light brown to dirty blond hair and she is wearing something white. But I try to focus on her face to see what she looks like. It's a little blurry but I get a good enough look. I focus mostly on her nose. It's sort of button like and celestial shaped. I say, "Wake up! You are dreaming. This is a dream." She smiles pleasantly but looks a little confused still. I continue, "I'm Xanous... from dream views." I smile, "Hi." Comprehension dawns on her face and she seems a little embarrassed. I am not sure but I think I said, "Are you Nyx?" She nods yes. "Ok here is my code word and sign." I hesitate for a bit when I realize I forgot what it was. Then I remember and say the word and signal. "Ok what's mine?"
She replies, "Uh...um...well... I forgot." I give her a moment and I think she said something odd that didn't makes sense. Then I say, "You're not really Nyx are you?" I don't remember her reply but she doesn't seem to argue. We have more dialog but I can't remember much. She says, "You think you are legally blind but you are not." I feel shocked that she would know about the dream blindness I had at the start of the dream. She says something else that sounded like gibberish so I decide it's time to go. "Well I am going to go wake up now so that I can remember this." I step out the bedroom door that now leads outside only. I yell back, "You take care of yourself." and close the door behind me.

I look up at the full moon in the sky through tree limbs without leaves. I play at the limbs and start to fly but stop. Then, I think of transitioning into a werewolf but remember I want to test my teleport idea to get to China. I focus on going to China and try to stretch my body to that location. I feel myself get impossibly long then a blind of darkness.

Now, I am flying in a spinning vortex full of various star symbols and odd, broken structures with a rainbow like nebula in the back drop. I chat, "China China Chinatown." over and over as I watch the swirling images. Suddenly I realize I wanted to remember the dream. I feel like I can barely remember the start of it and begin to panic. I really need to wake up!

I plug my nose to hold my breath but I blow through. I laugh at myself a little and realize I am back in my bed stuck in SP. I try moving but only get phantom movements. I think how I just want to make a DJ entry in my tablet. I dream I am doing just that but realize I am still dreaming and it wont be there later.

I now I really hold my breath. It hurts and feels like a long time. I ex-hail but find I am still in SP. This time I suck in hard holding my breath. I commit myself to hold it until I just can't stand it any longer. It feels like an impossibly long time and hurts. I see a computer pop-up loading screen and watch as the bar gets longer. I wonder if I can die like this. Then I realize I will only pass out and start breathing again. Then I wonder what happens when you pass out in a dream. The bar fills up and I have to breath. I ex-hail long and hard and realize I am now awake.

Total sleep time: 9 hrs

Dream quality and recall: I continue to be very sleepy, although recall today was a bit better.

WBTB, snooze and recall: Decided against WBTB (lazy), but set the final alarm for a bit earlier. I had what I thought was an interesting dream in the last 30 mins of sleep so kept on hitting the snooze button, and tried to go back there to continue with the story. That messed up my recall a bit, but I still enjoyed it.

Dream1: We are on the street and a friend of mine says something that irritates me. It hit her with a NG magazine. DCs around me stare at me with disapproval. They also think I am a man hitting a woman. A girl from India comes and I begin explaining myself to her.

She starts giving my friend some creepy advice and then continues to say that "you (not sure who she is addressing) should do some lucid meditation, as one learns by leaps and bounds"

"Red and cinnamon are after all two of many (40?) hues....of the penumbra"???

This dream was really cool, but bf was snoring so loudly, I just couldn't hold on to it for more info.

Dream2: A class meeting, girls only this time, all the usual classmates that are DS, but instead of realizing this is a dream I engage in nonsense conversations. One of the classmates is married to a guy that has to do with chicken production and I comment on some movies I have seem about that. Another female friend of mine has a a girlfriend and buys her some lemonade. I feel jealous.

Dream 3(snooze fragmented and mini-Ld):

I am flying over the street and try to avoid a dangerous individual. Other DCs start running very fast when they are close to him.

I am sitting on a table, looking at some food and want to rescue a burrito from ending up in the trash. This guy acts very agressively and does not allow me to get my burrito. I am forced to go with him. (Snooze)

He is dangerous and most likely has killed someone, and the police is after him. Despite all that, I feel some sympathy towards him and we are friends. He wants us to go to his apartment. I have some alarming thoughts of why am I going to his place, and what are we going to do there, but dismiss them. We reach the street where he lives. I suspect undercover cops have parked in front of the place. Doesn't he know that his apartment is the first place the cops will look for him? He sees the lights of his place are on, so we go back. (Snooze)

He decides to highjack a bus so that we can drive to my place. I really don't want us to go there. I am also worried that he is a reckless driver, so go to the back seat. (Snooze)

I am in the bus/car with him and am looking for my burrito, but it seems like I have changed clothes, have a different handbag and the burrito is gone. I take some time to look around, knowing that this is a dream. The story in my mind lasted pretty long and I find it really cool. I think about reporting this dream and contemplate about my feelings for this guy, I conclude I have the Stockholm syndrome...

I wake up

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Progress with this months goals (as of this morning):

- Do 100 RCs (6/100) <<<<<<Terrible!
- notice real life DS 100 times and RC (4/100)
- 10 proper WBTB attempts -> days (3/10)
- 10 morning RCs (1/10)
- 2 proper WILD attempts (0/2)
- task flexibility
- journal flexibility

LDs: 5 (official count)
micro-lds: 1 (not counted)
suspicious events: 1 (not counted)

I'm in Pousa ( is my village) near Celeste's bakery, it's late and i'm alone, i'm waiting for my friends and i know is a day of the week in wich i go out so it must be arround 10 pm.

Is taking them too long to arrive do i decide to go to the village elementary school, for some reason i think that will be happening something interesting their, when i'm almost their ( i'm in the opposite side of the road) from de other side of the road i hear someone calling me... It's the garbage lady and she ask me to pick up a cat that is on the floor , i look to my right side and really is a cat on the floor , is a baby cat and is all dirty and wet .

I pick up the cat by the neck , i look back and i see that the garbage lady already crossed the road and she takes the cat from me. She seems fascinated with the way i was holding the cat ( by the neck ) , she puts him on a dumpster, she looks at me and she sees i'm worried about the well being of the cat so she says :
-" Don't worry... i will say to tomorrow's garbage man to be careful so he doesn't hurts the cat."
She walks away and i'm looking to the dumpster... suddenly the cat is no longer a cat, is a human baby and the lid of the dumpster is about to to crush him . I run and i stop the lid , i pick up the baby and hold him in my arms, the garbage lady watchs from the distance...she seems relieved.

I know that this baby can not stay there so i took him with me to a friends house, i don't remember getting to her house.
I'm in my friends house , I'm lying in bed with the baby and my friend is sitting next to me. I'm trying to convinces her to look after the baby for some days but she can't, she as to make a trip in the next day.

Beneath the blankets I'm moving a wad of bills with my hands, my friend asks me about what i'm doing so i show her a wad of 210 euros bills (WTF ??) ...suddenly her parents arrive...they tell her something but i couldn't understand so i ask her about what they said. She tells me that they have to visit her father's water mine that is beneath his house.

In that moment i understand that i need to keep the baby ... i look at him and he has the most cute face in the world

((This was orginally a very detailsd dream, but as soon as I woke up, all of the details faded. I wrote down one thing in my dj)) I am the milkman.

Last night, I can't remember most of the dream, oddly enough, which almost never happens, until this part. You know that show The Voice? If you're not from the US, it's a talent show where people go on, sing, and they get voted on/off or whatever....
It was like I was watching the show, from inside the TV, if this makes sense. I was hovering above the contestants, watching each of them sing... nobody took notice that there was a floating girl hanging out above them.
Then the stage lights became gradually brighter and brighter, and the crowd's applause became louder and louder, and a voice said "this is the loudest that they have ever cheered..." and the lights became a blinding white with the roaring applause.
And then there were J's eyes, covering the entire scene, looking at me. They were moving around like normal eyes, like he was taking my image into his mind, looking me over. His eyes were huge, if it were on a TV screen it would have taken up the entire screen. It showed his eyes and eyebrows, his skin was glowing and so were his eyes. His eyes were so beautiful, and strong, I could feel his energy through them. I woke up because I was so overwhelmed, it was like I had gotten an electrical shock.

Dream 1(fragment):

I was exploring some city.

Dream 2(fragment):

I was in some mansion-like place and was searching for something, some rooms were using pink color excessively.

Dream 3(fragments):

I was playing some fighting game, there was rainbow golem character i wanted to get but to get it i needed to activate and protect some color golems. I activated one and it was pretty powerful, dealing with all kinds of enemies easily but one last enemy managed to destroy him right before getting destroyed. I was disappointed and wanted to restart the game but for some reason restart option was missing. Soon i found a way to restart it using some external hardware.

Dream 4(fragments):

I was watching MC UHC game. The map was very small and only four people were playing, also it was premade and there were some kind of stone bunkers some players started in.