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I was in Oia, finding Plague (from Good Omens). When we found him, we took him with us. J and T were there, as well as Famine (also from Good Omens) and two dogs. The dogs got lost between Oia and the factory. We were driving a golf cart, and I desperately needed to find B to give her a blood transfusion. She was in a factory/warehouse setting, with an upper catwalk and a lower courtyard. The lower courtyard was full of convicts at work and we had to make our way through without angering or upsetting anyone. Once we had navigated the courtyard, I was upstairs with two (for lack of a better word) leprechauns. One was trying to prevent me from reaching B, and one was fighting for me to get through. Eventually, I was able to slip past them and reach B, who was in a veterinary clinic and needed blood, as she was giving it to someone else. I was worried because I didn't know my blood type and I was afraid she wouldn't be able to take my blood, but the doctor who was on hand reassured me and hooked me up to the machine. Then I woke up.

Morning of March 21, 2013. Thursday.



So here I am on the back of a white 1948 Ford F1 pickup truck. Well, except that I am not actually in the back, but standing carefully, toes to heel, on a longer 2x4 board that is one of many arranged in a somewhat sloppy way, with the gate down, and a few of which stick out to at least four feet from the back (they are underneath, so the weight from the top boards are keeping them from sliding out, it seems). A nice balancing act. I almost feel like dancing, as I can stand almost out to the edge without falling over or being swept away by the forces of the wind and moved by the momentum of the truck in any way. An old man with white hair is driving at about 40 mph. It is a winding mountain road. A chrome-colored tarpaulin covers about three-quarters of the back from the cab. A young dark-haired girl is actually in the back on the left (from my perspective), leaning back on the cab, in a denim skirt outfit (the kind with a sort of bib and with three layers of skirt) and has a green backpack with black straps and trim in the middle near the cab. A yellow ribbon is missing from the right side of her head and has been used as a flag for the extended timber load.

“KAGL 93.3 FM, El Dorado…the Eagle!" Rick Springfield starts singing "Speak to the Sky”.

The girl is working out a puzzle in a Dell logic puzzle book.

“This is nice,” I say. I do a sort of jig to try to deliberately crack the 2x4 to see if anything happens (perhaps it will become a sort of skateboard/hoverboard and I will “fly” away).

“This is my dream,” she responds, “you don’t have to be in it…I’m going to dream about Woodsy Owl, Smokey the Bear, and Wendy and the Camp Fire Blue Birds.”

She moves the backpack in my direction about a foot or so from the cab and takes out a teddy bear, which starts to swell up as it if is a fuzzy balloon with someone evenly blowing air into it (or it is one of those self-inflating travel pillows). Soon, it is a real bear (American black bear) sitting near the right edge of the back, but not taking notice to anything.

I say “Oh brother, it’s the ol’ teddy bear into a real bear routine! You need new writers!”

The same song still plays. “Forest fires prevent bears!” I happily shout, remembering an old Cracked Magazine poster featuring Smokey the Bear running from burning trees.

I start vocally “dah-dah-dahing” the songs “Turkey in the Straw” and “The Arkansas Traveler”, doing a faster jig. Finally, the board cracks into a downward “L” shape, and I fall into a horizontal (my back perfectly horizontal to the road) position on a cushion of air, feet somehow still on the board and moving with the truck. I spread my arms out, “deeply” relaxing, listening to the sounds of the wheels on road, the engine, and a somewhat tinny-sounding Rick Springfield. Bits of gravel hit me in the sides of the head every now and then, a minor annoyance.

I glance up and see that the bear is rummaging through her backpack and eating a pre-algebra textbook and a sandwich wrapped in plastic. I start laughing uncontrollably.

Eventually, I am still on a cushion of air but rising up quite a bit. I wave at the scene moving away and from below me (both the girl’s eyes and the bear’s eyes flash a bright, rippling silvery light for a second or two) and I try to roll in mid-air to the right wayside, but I feel “speed” building up, a strange sort of compressed awareness of time. The Moody Blues start up, “So Deep Within You” (from “On the Threshold of a Dream”) but starts to sound unusual and distant.

Well, this is fun, the sound of the truck’s radio fades almost completely and wind “growls” in my ears. I feel a strong, clear sense of “this is it” finality as the last musical notes fade out like some sort of short, “captured” multimedia artwork, da-dat-da-daaa. For an eternal second, I am a simple black-and-white sketch slightly animated to the song’s beginning part. Thus, I am an upright flying human “X” heading into a cluster of large trees on the wayside. I begin to arch my back slightly, feeling slightly exposed at the “front”. I become “attached” for a frozen moment by wrists and ankles to the old wood.

I am sighing with a sort of unusual body-wide pleasure with slight coolness, slight burning, and the “pulling” above the navel that makes me gasp. I pull the large trees towards each other and into me. A very old voice, seemingly that of a giant, some half-asleep ogre who has slept for a few hundred years or so, moans “Huh?” (as if “what in the world is going on up there?”) but so slowly, with a sense of time expansion, that no emotion of surprise is properly conveyed by the expanded waveform, just a very slow rise in pitch, which becomes…another sound…old roots groan and crack and dirt moves as the trees are pulled inside of me somehow.

“Inside” are white and blue infinite “hopping marshmallow-like cylinders” (loose and silly description, sorry) of soft light moving with great speed. This is a texture of vision that I have seen often in the past. Switch to: A rain puddle, with rain falling and splashing into it, but time is frozen or altered. Ripples remain for a very long time and an oblong drop stays in place even when hit through. Random human footprints appear on the surface and I move my fingers (especially thumb) about the appearing and dispersing “hollows” in interest and appreciation. Eventually, there are dark fern-like brownish fractal images just farther down into the large puddle that quiver “threads” to the surface. There are no more humans, but refreshing rain still falls.

So I pull myself up out of the ground, buried waist-deep, the force ending up on the backs of my wrists, palms up, man that hurts, an unnatural position, but it does npt matter, the long stiff feathers sticking out from my wrists and forearms cannot be bent at that point and might crack if I twist around too much. Time passes and it is night, with a crescent moon in the distance. I feel I am looking from about fifteen feet up or higher. I need to get my hands out from under my stiff wings, they are actually carved wood. My hands come out as carved snake heads from under the wooden feathers. Finally, I can feel my hands but cannot see them as I find a large, carved bear’s head emerged from my chest, its mouth only very partly open. On each toenail is painted a simple face, black eyes (outline) and eyebrows, black nose shape, and red mouth. A similar face is also carved into each of my knees.

Everyone is running around and screaming and pointing. “It’s not that bad, is it?” I think to the down there, “I’m just a walking totem pole. Can’t I walk around without all that noise and negative attention? My goodness… " I almost accidentally knock down a bird’s nest, but am able to place it back. This is ridiculous when burning sticks are thrown at me. My left shoulder catches on fire and I have to blow it out. I would like to move my legs a little more each step, but it feels like I am wearing pants with the legs sewn together almost down to below the knees. It is also like a sense of wearing someone’s prescription glasses I once tried in real life, where it makes you feel a lot taller (I learned that it depends a lot on how a certain person’s eyes worked - some prescription glasses I tested made me feel much shorter). I hold my arms out as a sort of "halt” indication, forgetting it makes me look a lot bigger as they are mostly within wooden wings that span out more. I see more burning sticks ready to be thrown. “Stop it!” I say (more like a coarse whisper), and whack my hand down in the lake and put most of their fires out as well as getting a face full of water.

Something in my mouth tastes foul and wooden, it turns out to be a canoe, so I take it out (part was stuck in my throat like a longer strand of bacon fat) and I put it back in the lake.

I get down on all fours and decide that it is probably better to be a longhouse. No drama. No people running around and acting crazy. I am a house, and plan on staying one… I watch people sing and dance. Chanting and dancing is better than running and screaming and throwing stuff. The only drawback is that I feel annoying hunger pangs when too many people walk out of me.

“Glowing” Dreams

Mean dogs are trying to get to me when I am in a cave near a cove and I am just trying to enjoy myself and watch the waves. But, good luck with that, dogs. They are trying to come up out of the pure, white sand but keep sinking back in, because, being domesticated (aggressive) pet dogs, they cannot walk on pure sand (seems logical). Mostly only their head comes up a bit, and they sink down in annoyance almost as if into a giant ant-lion trap. Mostly rust-colored (as usual) they are hardly even able to bark. Sometimes it is just a pitiful (but aggressive) “half-bark”, with head sort of sidewise, before they go back down, sometimes in a sort of cyan light that “burns” them away. What is really “funny” is that the more they bark in anger, the more sand goes into their mouths and helps pull them down with less breath and strength, with razor-sharp teeth being no threat at all.

I am in another cave, it seems, and a very ancient Minoan column is inside, much of the bottom and top covered by rock. Rays of light come out as it cracks and I softly tap on it. It is not only hollow, another dimension is inside. There are human-like figures made of light. “God” is there but is not a giant worm, but an infinite spiraling “ribbon” of light moving about somewhat like an earthworm. “Oh that’s right”, I “remember”. Some of the people, all ages, and male and female walk into me. Everything is bright and perfect.

I was with Jessie Pinkman from Breaking Bad. We were driving the RV on a highway, I nearly cut three people off. Then we're in someone's basement, someone like Tukko. They were insane and didn't want us to leave. I accidentally broke a vase. The Tukko man then stabbed me with a knife, I tried to fight him off though.

(...) I had fallen asleep at a train station in the dream and when I wake up I am somewhere else and the first person I see to my left is my guru. He is in some sort of public appearance... It is still fuzzy to me what is going on. Or eyes cross but I can't tell if he recognizes me. I look to my right and there is an entourage of lamas and monks. Then he gets up and everybody else does the same. He moves towards me and says "Hi (my name)! I haven't seen you in a while. How are you?". "Oh, you remember me!", "Off course, silly." Then he puts his right hand over my right shoulder and grabs my left wrist with his left hand and walks with me for a while. I feel his warmth and notice my icy hands. While he is asking me questions I cannot help to feel extremely hot and cold at the same time. At first I ignore, but it becomes so extreme I cannot continue the conversation and I wake up . My body is icy cold, but I am completely drenched in sweat.

(...) I am walking through a park when some guy asks me to take pictures of him doing kung fu poses to send to his friends back home. I agree and then three more people join him, apparently part of the same tour group, making poses for the pics. I relish their skills and they introduce me to their master. It's an extremely amiable old chinese man. I tell him I am now learning martial arts in real life, but kenpo not kung fu. He says that's nice and offers to teach me some signature moves from his school. He demonstrates as he attacks me, but he is kind enough to do it gently and instead of hitting me full force he says "bam, now I hit you in the head.", etc. Unlike the kung fu fights I was used to play in my dreams, now the fights feel extremely realistic. Then he asks me to attack him and show what I know. I feel a bit embarassed, but instinctively apply a series of kicks and punches which he defends with ease. He looks amused at my inexperience but not so much with the last kick, which actually surprises him. He says he wasn't expecting that, since it is a more advanced move. I said I had learned it already and then he exchanges some remarks with another chinese guy. He says that they know the move but teach a version of it to only the more advanced students."

Mannnnnn...there's soo much that went on in the following two dreams that I don't know where to begin at, and how it all went together due to limited recall.

I remember helping R fight some super human woman. Well we all had super powers, but I think she was strong as both of us. The fight started out as just a verbal argument...then it went to rapping....and then an all out romp through the city. I think I ended up drowning her.

Then the skies turned black and this woman I referred to as the "White Queen" arrived. Ronnie was no where in sight, so it was a fair fight. Well it was supposed to be. I ended up getting really powerful (or lucid, still not sure) and going to town on her. I had the power of earth/gravity so everything I was doing hit harder. I got her in a pile driver from two thousand feet, and reversed gravity right when I felt her trying to fly up, so in essence she ended up hurting herself worse. At one point I was sort of just playing with her...we both knew that she was going to lose, but this chick could take some damage. I woke up, and went back into the dream, and we caused a little chaos on the people in the city we were in for a bit.


So I get out of bed, totally lucid, and I decided to look for Kaomea. I opened the door, and I thought i saw her....but she was really old. She said she needed help with something, and we teleported (I think) and ended up some place in China. I can't really recall what happened, but it was like a kung-fu flick, with a cartoon thrown in at the end. I know I ended up losing lucidity by the end of the dream though.

took:
- no 5-HTP before going to sleep
- 1 dose galantamine + choline
- 2400mg Piracetam when I got up
lucid dreaming: 2 lucid experiences
skills practiced: stabilization (looking at hands), walking through solid objects, talking to DCs
note:
- galantamine still made it quite difficult to get to sleep

no chart today because of user error with fixing the date on the zeo, should finally be fixed

My four year old had this dream:

He dreamed that his friend was over at our home, and he could transform with a fin on his head and a giant butt (kids this age butts are a big deal, very funny and all, and so are potty jokes). In this dream we also had a special potty that allowed one to watch TV movies while sitting on the potty.

Yup, he's a four year old boy, and this was a fun wish fulfilling dream.

I was in the neighborhood where I grew up. I was walking to my friend, Sherri's house. As I was walking past Ricky's house I noticed it was gone. There were bulldozer marks where the house had been. I couldn't believe it was gone so I went to look over the riverbank. For some reason I was upset because I was supposed to clean the windows. Before I could look over the riverbank I saw a stranger coming. I decided to slink away. I didn't want him to see me although he didn't look particularly threatening. When I got to where the fence was supposed to be I looked back and I could see the strange man following me.

I decided to hurry to get to Sherri's house. The closer I got to her house the harder it was to get there. I was pulling myself along the fence because the stranger was getting closer and closer to me. I got to Sherri's front door and one of my old managers were there remodeling her house. Sherri and her mom weren't home. He said they were at his house on the hill. I wanted to help so I started cleaning dust off stuff. I looked up and the stranger was talking to my manager as my manager kept working.

I went into the house to get away and clean some more. The lock and knob was missing from the front door. I was trying to decide which rooms to clean because they needed to be clean so we could paint. Every time I would go into a room it would already be clean. Then I found Willa (Sherri's mom). I asked her what she wanted cleaned in her bedroom because it was already clean.

Then she took me to the bedroom she was actually using. It was a whole suite of rooms and these were the rooms that needed cleaning. I told her I had forgotten that she stayed in these rooms instead of the other ones. Then I went back outside and was cleaning a shelf so Adam could paint it. The stranger was still waiting. Then Adam started to try to have sex but I wasn't interested. I couldn't keep his hands off me. I woke up.

I remember waking up around 4am thinking that instead of writing in my DJ, I would go back to sleep and try to WILD. hen my husband got dressed (he has an early meeting), then my son got into bed with me (I told him that he was disturbing my trying to fall asleep, and he left), then there was another noise and whatnot. Well, I was completely unable to fall asleep, let alone WILD. By 5am I gave up. I am groggy and not well rested, and can't sleep any more. Sigh.

Dream recall from non-lucid naps from yesterday and today.

Yesterday's nap(fragment):

I was on my PC and desktop was all messed up and wallpaper was different, i rearranged it back to normal. Then i was checking dreamviews and i was randomly promoted to the dream guide rank( ), the forums suddenly became bronze colored and there was weird thread in news section that stated 'We are on fire'. There was also a star with sickle and hammer in the upper right corner. I went back to bed and decided to go for another nap.

Today's nap(fragments):

I was playing some Warzone 2100 map that looked like first transport mission of campaign, but instead i was controlling the scavenger faction, there were lots of new units that were not original, but part of them, such as some vans, trucks and tractors were from some mods, but other part was completely new, like some mechas made from broken parts and garbage.
Then there was this weird game, which in main mode was basically touhou but horizontally oriented, and cancelling bullets with boss explosion was one of the scoring methods, but i was failing at it. Extra mode of it was actually a fighter game where characters been changing form between Captain Falcon, Sonic and Mickey Mouse by using certain combinations of moves. Apparently there was also superextra mode which was like extra but instead of versus fight everyone was teaming up versus boss, which looked like Sonic in Iron Man suit that was also turning gold, and was really overpowered.
Later at home there were lots of pillows, forming literally walls. I almost fell over one of them.

yo yo yo your so orignal yo yo yo your so orignal yo yo yo your so orignal if this song offend you its probaly dissing you throw your finger up its sublimanol now think about being somwhere thats really nowhere its a D R E everywhere and thats stands for dreaming reality everywhere yo yo yo your so orignal yo yo yo your so orignal throw your finger up its sublimanol

rapitdly pressing the same button now turn into a rapid notion of beathing this fucking game but the game is jus there to give you a nostligic feeling of being in control of something your not you could be a ninja a figher a dreamer etc. but im inhaling a thought of not thinkings but being in this same state of mind same image of sequence moving rapidly as your finger hit the button you notice you in arcade setting but the arcade is jus your home console and your training in a thought of beating this game entirley your getting tired of doing the same thing but you dream everday things like reality and show that are about reality and other non-important stuff like that but if you slow down the processe of thinking you really not button mashing at all its a sequence you put in the game like putting in a code for a supreme character but while notice these fragment of figment of imagination the scene be come even more brutal than picture yourself being a mortal in a combat sitatuation where your commiting a fatalaty on every single opponet you ever face this game then become a lucid sequence of code inputs that you do unawarely its not dreaming lucidly but being non lucid as of becoming in the dream state of playing a game in the state of mind of playing the games that we once all known as the button masher but the button mashing becomes jus slowing typing process of typing situtaiton of you moving around your home thinking about doing this action over and over again

so there a smoke cloud a artifical human walk through it his image gets clearer and brighter the image intensify what am i looking at is it real is it surreal or is it a dream a very lucid dream so the puffing sensation returns there that image goes again but now its blurry im half dose off falling into the sleep realms the voice i heard was that of a machine but yet it was so human like idk if im sleep or awake the cartoony image starts to refresh into an actual pixle of real skin then the story begins from here now im dreaming the world is so life like the mental stability of this notion was so surreal it cant be it been like ive been dreaming this for years the smoke cloud my judgement the real life 17 im an artifical life form that mere human fathom about the story prolongs i was once known as Avan then the dream turn into a subverse reality now this lucid dream im consciously in the astral plane that face it seen by more dreamers with there own point of view now the vibrationally state kicks in

3:10AM

I am staying at some friend's house, P and J. For some reason we are moving to Tulsa and I am starting a new job at Olive Garden.

I have an FA and wake from some dream about P owning a grocery store. It's empty and he isn't getting any customers. Some goofy vendors deliver goods on pallet jack and knock over displays. P chases them out. Them I guess it was P and J, they begin to have sex and move into the back of the store. Arnold Schwarzenegger shows up with a cigar in one hand and a ventriloquist dummy in the other. He says something really lame and thinks he's being funny.



I get out of bed and I look back and realize I was cuddled with J on one side while P was on the other. I briefly find this to be odd but run out for embarrassment.

I am in the living room with P and he is talking about starting some management position. He says it's actually lunch time for him and he works only half days. I look at the clock and see is like 6:27AM. I get worried because I was supposed to the at Olive Garden at 7AM. I then realize I have no idea how I got this job or where the restaurant is. I almost get lucid but I am too busy freaking out. I pull out some piece of paper. I see that it is wet in places but I can really read it. (Coincidentally I spilled isopropyl alcohol on some documents today and it looked really similar to my dream.) I put the paper away and pull out my phone to try and Goolge. I hope that there is only one Olive Garden. Then, I get really scared and realize I am not at all qualified for this job. I know nothing about managing a restaurant. I begging to really freak out. I look down at my clothes and see that I am wearing black slacks and a white button up shirt. I think maybe I should just give it up and go job hunting again. I'm sure I can find something. When I wake up I feel disoriented and confused who and where I really am.

I have another dream around 6 that is too private to share and slightly disturbing.

Early in the morning, I was walking around a home looting goods from someone I've never met before. I have an accomplice with me. He's following me through the whole dream.

There's a room we found interesting just down the fall we were standing on. I entered the room, close the door after my accomplice gets in, but something went wrong. Someone was following us. I'm guessing it was the cops which wasn't a good thing. I probably done something illegal. We both had to find a way out but the only way out was through the window behind us.

The room we were in was empty. There was nothing here for us to rob. We both were panicking as we struggled to find a way out of this place free. That's when we decided to walk out the bedroom window and escape the area. I was the first one to exit the room. My partner was second.

There was something strange after looking at the new area I just climbed in to. It was my front yard. I looked around to see if there was any cops around but after checking around the corner of the house, there was a cop running towards me. I immediately ran outside of the home property and next to there street where I found a car for my getaway. The street, as always, was lonely. I didn't see anyone there at the time.

I waited for my partner and we eventually left the area together in this car.