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We had a pet giraffe in our backyard. When I went to pet it I saw that it had gotten ahold of a large wooden clothes pin and was starting to chew it up. I was afraid that it would choke on the metal part. But before I could get to it, it had swallowed the whole thing. But then I noticed that it had a baggie full of nails and screws in its mouth now. I hurried and climbed up a latter and started trying to pry the giraffes mouth open. I was worried that it would bite me, but I managed to get the bag out of its mouth.

I haven't recorded any dreams for a while. So I'll catch up with a few from the last couple days.

Dream 1 (DV Member Dream):

I was in college. It was getting really stormy. I was walking from class trying to get to my dorm. Oneironaut was there with me. He was my best friend and protector. He always made sure I got to where I was going safely. Finally we made it to my dorm. I gave him a hug and thanked him for always being there for me.

I went into my dorm. My roommate Kierra was there with me. It started to rain really hard. We looked out the window and could see the ocean right behind the building. The waves were starting to get huge. Our dorm building was about 20 stories tall and the waves were starting to crash over the top of the building. Every time a wave hit, we huddled as it smashed against the glass. We were so afraid the window would break and we would be washed away.

definitely don't feel like i'm getting enough sleep - maybe that is hurting my recall more than i thought it would. i'll take some melatonin tonight to get to sleep earlier.
sleep 2am
wake 9am

Found a Harry Potter gun. well, it wasn't the gun itself but blueprints for it. told what material was needed for what part. there was a weird bubbly part at one end made from several different ores. brought it to a group of people that agreed humanity wasn't ready for it. to get to the building they were in I had to pass garbage containers and other objects that could move. 'suspicious looking trash can' (written on it) for example. they followed me/moved when I wasn't looking.
I was swimming at one point (there was an island type deal - i was going in this crevasse to get to the two treasure chests underwater. they started moving (turned into mimics sort of - they still had treasure inside of them if i could pacify them). i think i died and respawned (mimics trapped me underwater). someone there told me i should use some sort of swimming enhancement - speed or fins or water breathing or somesuch ((I've been playing a lot of Terraria on Xbox))
I think the inanimate objects were having a revolt or strike or something. They were still defining themselves by their usefulness to humans however and couldn't carry out their rebellion.

((well, I managed to flesh the fragments out a lot more than I thought I would be able to. Still feel I forgot overly much, but "I think I was swimming at one point" turned into an actual remembrance, so I count it a win))

So this guy called "John" in my dream was killed from being like smothered with paint. I was charged with his murder and sent into a prison. The prison was like this huge icy towering hole that went straight down with small cracks on the sides very tightly packed for people to serve their time. They push you off the side with an ice pick and you have to grab hold of somewhere on the way down, I ended up being put next to this guy in my school who I never talk to called Keith. After a while I fell down to the bottom, and realised there was an open door down there so I escaped the prison and one of my friends Paudie was helping me run through this hilly field away from the prison. I heard girls shouting so I looked back and saw this girl Lorraine(Who I'm like in love with I like her so much and we get on really well) shouting like don't run away Fin come on please, so I turned back because I felt bad leaving her there on her own, and I wanted to say goodbye. So I went back and walked up to her and it was really hard for me to say goodbye and I was like crying loads, I finally told her that I loved her and that I'll find her again some day and we kissed, and then I began walking back to the prison and the dream ended. When I woke up I was like really emotional and crying, so I think like some of the emotion from the dream stayed with me when I woke up Anyway, really vivid dream and any dream with her in is amaaazing anyway. :')

I also started ADA properly yesterday, so pretty fast result.

Prebed: 1 1/2 glass of soy milk

Total sleep time: 8 hrs

Recall method: none, woke up briefly after each dream but was so sleepy, I didn't bother to write anything. Did not attempt WBTB either. Everything is so fragmented now, good thing I still remember although with much less detail the short DILD I had.

Dream1: We are back to high school and as usual we have to do an extra year. Everybody should be in class soon, I wonder again how are we going to do that. I am waiting for a friend of mine to show up as usual, I don't think he did.

Fragment2: One of my classmates, her features are a bit strange and now she also has a sister that looks very similar to her. (She actually has a brother)

Fragment3: On the beach, I am watching the waves. I think somebody, it kind of looked like a documentary and I was part of it, said that here the waves are just the right size to swim and maybe surf?

Dream4 mini-DILD: The background is grey and a number of DCs that look like zombies are walking towards me. I become lucid. I remember my recent resolution to freestyle during the next lucids and see what I can make out of the situation. I decide that I will use this one to train my reactions. Ok, so they are walking towards me, I don't care at all. I am just consciousness, no material substance, they can't hurt me. They are still advancing, and one comes so close that it actually touches my hand. I feel and see my hand and this destroys my concept of non-materiality. I brace myself for the impact. The dream slowly fades and I wake up.

Note to self: Maybe I should spend less time thinking and more time acting in LDs?

Fragment5: I go to the kitchen to look for the bottle of water I bought for myself irl and find that one of our guests has opened it and now holds it in her hand. It is too late to say anything, I just wish this hasn't happened.

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April Review

Number of ld nights: 9 (3 with double lds)

Number of lds: 12 (2 WILD, 2 DEILD, 8 DILD)

Quality: Good, with few exceptions, a few fade away issues and changing the scene is still a challenge

Recall: I am getting used to having a roller-coaster type of recall. I am not sure if I should place additional demands on that at the moment.

Things to work on:

- I think I might go for some flexibility on task completion and work more on stability. (But who knows in what kind of mood I will be?)

- I also want to go back to a more decent WBTB schedule after meeting all kinds of relatives and friends is over.

- There are other issues (like changing the scene) to work on but will see how it all goes and deal with them accordingly.

I got more than I expected in April, so I won't be expecting more than I can get in May. Just keep dreaming...

I had two dream fragments yesterday. The first was just of me playing the game League of Legends, which I've played some recently with old college friends. I don't remember much about it, though.

The second fragment was more involved. I was living in a shack that was elevated onto stilts, and was very small. As you walked in the door, there was a small set of stairs leading up to the right to a platform where I could sit on a couch. When I first entered the shack, there was a female ninja with two kids. She wanted her kids to fight me, in order to practice their ninja skills apparently. After fighting the kids, she came at me, but quickly we stopped fighting and the dream skipped ahead to my mother being in the same shack, handing me what looked like a rusted out slow cooker. She was very excited, because she had removed a piece of the slow cooker that sensed whether the ceramic pot part of it was in there before turning on. That way, you could just head the metal shell of it.

Unfortunately, both of these were short snippets, and neither was lucid. I'm glad to be back in the DJing mode, though, and hopefully my recall begins to improve.

My girlfriend had cut my hair a lot shorter and i regretted it.

#173 - 4:21am - MILD


I don't know when I become lucid exactly as the first part of this dream is hazy. I think I must have been at least semi-lucid for a bit until I fully realized it was a dream.

I am in some office building. There are chairs and a couch to wait and a long rounded counter with three young women working behind it. The look of it reminds me of something like the county tax assessors office at the courthouse in Carthage, MO. The look and feel is the same and the building looks just as old.

I think there was something about... I was trying to get someone to help me but for some reason they chose to ignore me. I get annoyed and sit back down.

Then an elderly black man in an old school suit and fedora comes in and starts talking to the women at the counter. He looks a lot like Morgan Freeman but says he is Jesus. This gets my attention.



I am fully lucid now and standing next to him. I ask him shocked, "Did you just say you were Jesus?"
He's several inches taller than me and has to look down to answer, "That's right."
I remember I am standing there in just my boxer-briefs and make a weak attempt to cover myself. "Oh well I guess I should be more dressed but I think it's OK since I am really in my bed. This is a dream."
Jesus gives me a half smile and a knowing look and gets back to talking to the women. "Now, what I was sayin' was, Everyone's clicking along like an old dog...tryin' to find their way... But they all got something missing. You ain't gonna get nowhere without Jesus."
I interrupt him now though he looks finished, "OK wait. Let me make sure I'm going to remember this." I recite the words back to him, "Everyone's clicking along like an old dog...tryin' to find their way... But they all got something missing. Uhhh... what was the last part."
Now, Jesus looks like he can't remember what he just said and I find this to be a flaw. I suppose he really is just a dream character after all. He scrunches his face and hisses through his teeth like he is trying so hard to remember. "Oh Jesus help me", he says.
"Oh wait" I blurt out the rest of the words, "You ain't gonna get nowhere without Jesus. I got it."
Jesus smiles, gives me another knowing look and looks satisfied. Was he just toying with me there? He turns to the women behind the counter. "Now. Get this man an account." He puts his fedora on and turns to leave.
"Hey wait.", I say. Jesus pauses. "Ummm. Well... Why do you look..."
Jesus' head snaps around and he gives me a half-joking scolding look.
I figure he knows anyway I might as well just ask. "I'm just going to say it. Why are you a black man?"
Jesus shrugs and leaves me to figure it out waiting patiently.
I say, "Oh because you're Jesus and you can take any form you want!"
Jesus tips his hat and smiles and walks away.

I turn to the women behind the counter buy they are hurriedly getting things together to leave for the day. I guess I don't really need an account? Not wanting the dream to end and forgetting all my goals now, I say, "Hey! What do you want to do now?
The one that I just seem to know as Megan says, "Play paintball!"
"Oh well I..." I stop myself thinking of Jesus' visit.
"What?"
"Oh I was going to say something inappropriate but I don't think Jesus would appreciate that."
Megan laughs, "Oh well you better keep it to yourself."

The dream seems to be starting to fade now but I suddenly remember part of my task. It was something to do with intelligent DCs. I decide to just test one of the ladies. I see and plain yet attractive brunette sitting on the couch waiting for the other girls. There is a tall window behind her letting in sunlight. The room looks slightly smoky. I walk to her. "Hey, what's your name?"
Megan sarcastically yells from the back room, "Uh MEGAN."
"Not you. Her."
The brunette answers, "Kaysha"
"What?"
"Kaysha."
I find the name odd and it feel a little like I forced her to say a random name. "Ok Kaysha. Who are you?"
Kaysha immediately responds, "The administrator."
"The administrator... Yeah that's not what I meant. Who are you personally?" As soon as I asks that Kaysha, along with the other two, including Megan, shut down and becomes silent and lifeless. I pat her leg with mock sympathy but mostly for stability as now the dream is getting really dark. I continue now with a mocking tone. "See? That's what I'm talking about. It's OK Kaysha. It's OK.

The dream fades and I allow myself to wake up to recall the dream.

Can vaguely remember one dream, of me being in a car with my fiancée and having another jeep type car with a dark shorthaired woman driving alongside us asking to buy pasta sauce off us or something along the lines of that.

I think after she told us the price she was willing to pay, both of us laughed (or at least she did) and then I can't really remember much after that (or before it for that matter).

This all took place coming up to the foresters arms in Jersey, from St Aubin direction, around about the car sales shop (all of these are personal references for reflection on the dream).

Poor night of re-call - pasta sauce is probably related to the fact that I'd had lasagne the night before which involved me forking out a load of money on three jars of cheeses/sauces.

Had a really crappy dream last night. The mood stayed with me all day long. not even gonna write it down, hoping to forget it.

Nap dream:

I started to work in a huge, square shape, one story house. A girl is talking to someone through open door and I'm getting worried, that he is some stranger. So i'm asking around, if anybody knows him. By then he leaves and runs after a small yellow and green truck that was delivering stuff to the house to catch a ride. It's quite a distance to town.

Dream recall from today's naps. Had problems falling asleep again and not much recall when i managed to.

Dream 1(fragment):

I wake up in my room but before i can do anything dream fades out.

Dream 2(fragment):

I wake up in my room again and like before dream just fades out.

I haven't journalled my dreams in quite awhile, but this one was vivid enough that I thought it warranted logging. I'll try to list off some of my desires for the time being and then relate them to the events in my dream.

I went highlining yesterday, it was fantastic. I realized that you're ALWAYS "doing it"; it's false to think that, as soon as you get up on the line, "now's the time" to start doing what you need to do. There's no difference between walking, between falling, balancing or correcting; for that matter, there's no difference between rigging, waiting your turn, driving out, setting up, or meeting who you need to meet to do what you need to do. It's all part of the process. There's no real distinction between preparation and the act itself---it's all part of the process.

I slept rather poorly from being so beat up and exhausted, plus the outdoors triggered my allergies really badly so I couldn't breathe well during the night. I woke back up at 6am, took a sudafed, and fell back asleep until noon. After waking up and getting a burrito, I came back home and fell asleep again, for another two and a half hour nap. The nap was when I had this dream.

I was at Peet's, doing a bar close, and Robert was the shift lead. People came up to the line, ordering drink after drink, and although I was able to entertain them, the grinder wasn't working, so it was impossible for me to get them what they wanted. First it ran out of beans, then I tried to refill them but I put the hoppers on backwards, and it was just a huge mess. I had an idea of how to make them, but it just never came together. I was able enough to talk to the people waiting in the bench, but eventually they left in impatience. I was distracted, although I can't really remember by what at this point. (Should've written this down earlier!) Vivid images: people waiting in the back of house, (william?) I think Sonny was there, and I was at Franklin park at some point in the dream. I found it really hard to focus. Maybe this is indicative of knowing the things I "should" do, but I prefer a life of distraction. Or I haven't reached a level of lucidity where I'm able to fully discern the important things, and keep focus.

My surroundings are places where I do not especially want to be, but they are adequate. I recall feeling a level of timorousness at Peet's, and I was afraid of the consequences of being inadequate at my job. Eventually I asked Robert for help, but it was too late, and he was mad. He is definitely more accommodating in real life, but I was afraid of him in the dream. The strangest part is that I know I'm good at my job, yet I still have this fear.

I slept SO LONG, and I have so much energy right now. I can't help but feel like I should have done better in some way. I just keep having the image of the line, right below the sun, and taking one step at a time, one at a time. You're always doing it. So applying this lesson to a bigger context: I'm not in "downtime" right now, I'm doing it. I'm doing it.

I woke up around 5:30 in the morning. I had just been in several dreams over the past few hours but can't remember much of them. My alarm goes off at 6:00 so I don't have much more time, so I lay back and start to think. Not surprisingly I fell asleep.

I was riding the school bus. I don't know how I got there. The ride itself is fragmented, but I did recognize some people there. Something must have happened because we were headed to school but turned around. We eventually arrived back at my house. The bus had driven half way up my driveway and the driver was telling to get off. I got off and started walking up my driveway.

I live and a rural like small town. My house is set a bit off from the rode in the woods so the driveway is a bit long. It's also dirt. The bus has never driven up the driveway before, only in dreams. The house sits on a small plateau.

I was about 50 feet from the house, just before the incline to the dooryard. That is when I realized, this was dream. Becoming aware felt like a slightly violent event. Everything seemed to become much more vivid and real. It also felt like someone hit me in chest. I imagine it's like the feeling of waking up from the Matrix for the first time, when you first become aware.

I walked forward and got halfway up the incline. I dropped to my knees and put my hands into the dirt. I kept repeating that this was my dream and I would be anchored to it. While doing that tried to activate my senses. I smelt the air, listened to the wind, felt and inspected the ground. Then I picked up a clump of sand and put it in my mouth. Needless to say dream sand taste like real sand, so I forcefully ejected it from my mouth. I stood up and walked toward my house. When I got to the first step I stopped and looked up at the sky. There were dark rain clouds in the sky. I shouted, "CLARITY" at the sky. When I did this there was load roaring of thunder and cascade of lighting, like God himself was answering.

I headed inside and saw my mother laying on the couch. I can't remember much after this but I do know I was really strange. I lost lucidity somewhere during this as well.

I managed to wake myself up though. When I looked at my clock it read 5:57. Just in time to get up.

3/16/13

1. I am lucid. I am in a factory setting. I try to explain to a crowd of characters about what happened in my previous dream. There is a man giving a tour in the scene of my dream. The people appear frustrated. I decide that it is my dream, the world is mine, and I jump on the tour-holder, liberating myself from the restraints. A group of DCs follow me happily.

A business man, outside in the open, steps out of a black car and says: "Let's go. It's time to wake up," but I just flip him off. I make the mistake of thinking it is a shared dream, and I run with five other people. I tell them to focus on their senses to make the dream real, but I did not realize that they weren't. We race through a desert and forest. I have begun to label all forested areas (those that aren't plains or urban) as part of the Marsh, because it has expanded recently and has been appearing a lot in my dreams lately. We see a house. Grimilia steps out of a corner. I have not seen her in years; why has she returned? She must be sentient for her to appear like this. She must be a part of me that has become self-aware, dissociated from my psyche because of her significance or other reasons. Maybe she resembles something or somebody. Could she be a representation of a problem? Some things happen, and everything explodes into a blinding white. I tell the characters to run, but when I look back I only see two of them.

It was a little after 8 o'clock this morning. I was laying in bed not wanting to get up. The sun was pouring through the window, illuminating the room, making it vary difficult to sleep. I was rolling restlessly in bed, pulling my blanket over myself to block the sun, and then throwing them off when I got hot. I settled, laying on my right side, arm under my pillow, starring at my bedroom door. My mind started to wander. I must have fallen asleep at this moment, although I can't remember when.

I was laying in the same position as when I was awake, and the environment was the same. It was as if I hadn't even fallen asleep. I was doing the same thing as when I was awake, just thinking. I don't know how long I thought, or for that matter what of. But then I realized something, I was thinking about a person who I'd never met.

Then something striking came to thought, 'Am I dreaming?' I reached up and plugged my nose, and to my surprise, the air rushed right on through. I opened my eyes and sat up in my bed. My room looked just as I had left it, and it all look real. My heart was beating hard and I had a knot in my stomach, I was really excited. It couldn't have been more then a few seconds before a rush of weariness came over me. I slowly fell back on to my pillow and my eye lids felt like they were being pulled down. I fought the pull and tried to force my eyes back open.

It worked. With a gasp my eyes opened wide and I shot back up in my bed. Just this time it was for real.