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Unfortunately, I don't remember much of it now, but I did finally get lucid again. I do remember, after performing an RC and becoming lucid, I exclaimed that I was dreaming and could prove it by flying. I couldn't fly, but then my brother threw a snowball at me, and we got into a snowball fight.

I soon "woke up", and it was the stupidest kind of false awakening not to catch - I didn't wake up in bed or anything, I was in the exact same place (but the "next morning") but with different people. I mean, I didn't even "wake up"; I just "knew" that I did.

a big group of people got in my car kids i didnt know i told once kid who lived in hillsdale i could not give him aride. shannon and di headed to the movie to see somthing

mel was injured but we were on vacation some where

I have had this dream occur for me a few times per year since childhood (about 8yo). The dream starts in the spirit world, which looks like a giant cavern filled with cobwebs. After hanging about on the rockcliffs for a while, I find myself making the move to be in the land of the living, which is hostile and unpleasant and fraught with meat grinders mincing people up. It is a battle to survive, and I work really hard to do so. But at the same time it is my goal to get back to the spirit world. In the dream I feel like it is easy to leave the spirit cavern, but really hard to get back there despite all the danger that exists in the living world.

I went to bed at 10. Woke up at 230 and decided to do SSILD.

10-230 dreams.

My family and I were going on vacation... kind of boring until we get to the huge hotel that was stocked with free candy everywhere. Alltl the guys were going to the pool, and when we got back the gals were missing. I found a place that was filled with about 50 girls, my wife wasn't there though. I kept looking after releasing all the gals there. I went to the top floor and found her drugged and with 5 men in suits. After talking to the guy I got him to release her to me. One of then stood up and started talking about how it wasn't fair and how we should. Just let them take us away. I got mad and said "all we did was check into a hotel, why do we have to be punished?" He replied "it is enough"

230-3
I don't remember how, but I woke up in a car. While there I remembered a dream that was lucid that told me about how my wife was gonna die (I think this was a fake dream because of the way I remember it now) I was in the passenger seat and my "wife" was driving. She was nothing like my wife, but I started rembering the dream and told he to get off the highway because the glass in the car was all breaking and I wanted to save her. When she got off the highway a car went up the off ramp and hit our car, just a fender bender, but three guys came out of the car and I was trying to tell her to drive away, but my throat caught and I heard a voice commentating inside my head that was supposed to be me remembering my dream that had talked all about this.

Wake up, get up and go to the bathroom. Lay down and SSILD.

3-330
I am walking outside the hotel. I start thinking of how I got there and realize I had to be dreaming. I walked across the street and started waking up. I looked up and blinked. Every time I blinked the scenery changed. I started seeing lesss and less of each until I tried to keep my eyes open and woke up.

Laid still and started walking on the street again. Realized again that I was dreaming. Spun like crazy because I didn't have time to do anything else. Could feel myself spinning, and a dream formed around me. Lost lucidity and forgot what I did after that.

330-5
Woke up laid still. Started going through cycles of SSILD. I then noticed a beautiful girl leaning over me EDIT: added because I wrote this quickly years ago knew I wouldn't forget this I was in the void and she was the only thing with me, she was an ageless being, I couldn't tell if she was 16 or 35, she was just the prime example of a human. Light seemed to emanate around her and when she reached down and touched my arm, electricity shot through my body and I was hoping that I didn't jolt myself awake. Color exploded around me and I was now downtown on one of my routes. I forgot to stabilize, but I started looking for infinity. I turned around, and that changed the scenery behind me. Not to infinity though. Started tripping and decided to walk around the corner where infinity would be at. After about 2 minutes into the dream I woke up.

The rest of the night was just me trying to get into a used tire store and telling everyone about my dreams..

We had guests visiting my father's home, one of which was a young boy. He was begging and pleading with me for me to drive him back home. Then I remember his mother talking about taking him out to golf.

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I remember my father playing with a lot of electronics at a gas station and someone commenting that it was cool that he was watching TV among other things at the same time. I was in the passenger seat a car while my father drove. We were traveling along what appeared to be a rocky and mountainous area. We passed by a 20-something biker that was doing tricks over the road we were traveling. This was being witnessed by a full bearded fellow who looked a little older. My father decided to turn around in order to tell him to stop. We passed by the bearded fellow but didn't find the biker. The sun must've been setting, because it was dark while my father inched down the deserted road a little at a time. I was very uneasy during this and felt like it was a waste of time. And then something strange happened that forced us to get out of the car. At first I thought that one of the wheels ended up off the road, but after looking at what happened, it looked like my hub cap broke. Somehow, my sister was there suddenly, or she was in the backseat quietly. My father asked me what I wanted to do, because he didn't want me to worry about having a form of transportation. And this is where I realize that this was my car that he was driving. He told me that the repair would be thousands of dollars and I decided it'd probably be best to trade it in. (Dream logic. ) Around this time I woke up.

Triplets

Talked about twins then met my brother who was going to a job interview. I told him if he knew the twins, he did but he didn't know that they were born at the same time and place as Al, Perhaps the other two were adopted out as babies because I am Al's older sis and didn't know had two other brothers born with him. Al was a hansome teenager in the dream with golden curly hair. I met him as I opened a front door. He was happy and telling me of the job interview his was going too, rihht now. when I asked him if he knew he was a triplet and I had met his brothers. All three triplets looked very different. EOD.

I had a nap p. It is now 2:37pm Thurs 24-Jan. I wonder if this dream is about the Mythic Tarot card I wrapped in tin foil (unseen) then put in my specticle-case and carry around with me?

Date: January 23, 2013 ||| Time Block: 12:00 PM to 5:00 PM ||| Length: 15 minutes. ||| Lucidity: level 3. ||| Entry Type: DILD ||| Major Methods: WBTB, BAT

Methods: lay in bed to take a nap; did some conceptualization techniques, but then gave up and just repeated the alphabet while keeping aware of the visual perception of my imagination until I fell asleep.

Account:

"What beautiful music…", and I realize I'm dreaming. I'm still lying in bed with my eyes closed, and the music seems vaguely familiar. As I listen for the next minute or so, I realize that it's the instrumental portion of a song I'd heard Chrissy play a few times before. What's neat is that even though I remembered the song, and I think even it's name, I could not consciously remember what notes were coming up. *Even so, my brain was somehow able to replay the whole thing, and with each step I could then recollect it consciously*. And it wasn't just fuzzy or ambiguous, every note was played with precision and clarity. By the time it had finished I remembered it all, though since then it's faded from my memory. (I didn't even remember this part happening until hours later, and by then I had forgotten what the notes were)

Another isolated memory is of knowing I was dreaming, and trying to turn a light on, but finding that it only shed a small amount of light. I have no idea what came before or after this, except that it was in the middle of other things.

My main chunk of memory begins with me waking up from a previous segment of lucid dreaming, with the suspicion that I'd find myself in a false awakening. My guess is that this was based on the last segment's shortness, and the knowledge that REM cycles usually last longer. But in any case, on awakening I knew there was a good chance I was still asleep. But I found myself to be extremely tired, enough that I barely even went through with performing reality checks. I was glad to find that I was still dreaming, but I had to do something to fix my sleepiness! I tried to think over my dream goals at this point. I thought of my idea from earlier, of moving around very slowly to see if that would keep me asleep longer. But actually, I found that kind of boring for the moment, so I changed my mind and decided on climbing out the window, and trying to move down the side of the building like spider-man. Still desperately tired, I tried to imagine/conceptualize myself standing up next to the window, and after a few seconds I managed to do so. Now standing by the window, I unlatched the two locks, and slid the window over to the left. Making sure to move very slowly, I pulled myself up onto the window sill, with my head near the top. In doing this my head pressed against the screen, and I felt a gust of warm wind from outside, and it felt like I was in Chicago or something in the summer. It actually felt very nice, and apparently it changed my dream, because on looking out the sun was near the horizon and I was up in a hotel room that was just above the top of another building, a few feet down.

Still holding onto the window sill, I lowered my body down slowly. My feet touched the outer edge of the other building, and I started to release my hands as I moved my left and right feet onto opposite walls, preparing to go down by maintaining pressure on both sides. I did this rather easily, and I reached the ground in about half a minute. At the bottom was a grassy area just next to the road in our development. My vision was bit hazy, so I stared at my hands and corrected the clarity. I walked out slowly onto the pavement, and was thinking over what to do next. It was warm out, and some of the other neighbors were playing outside. I saw some people around my age a few houses down, a teenage brother and sister. I walked over to them and started talking to them, but apparently I scared them away because they went inside. All that was left was little brown toad, that hopped away onto their driveway. I suppose next time I need to introduce myself.

Anyway, my vision was becoming hazy again, so I tried to stare down at my hands. Unfortunately, they wouldn't appear, even though I could totally feel them. Worried I would wake up, I scanned the ground and tried to concentrate on the cracks in the cement. This actually worked, and my vision returned to normal. But unfortunately I found myself with only one eye open, so I still felt a little disoriented. Knowing that messing with my eyes would likely wake me up, I took the risk and opened up my right eye anyway. For about a second, I could see the dream world very clearly with both eyes. But then I started to wake up, and something unheard of happened. The in-dream movement of my right eye had apparently done something, and my in-dream vision was fading, *but only at first for my right eye*. That's correct, for a split second I could see both the driveway of the in-dream house with my left eye, and my blanket and bedroom with my right eye, simultaneously, overlapping within my visual perception. "Incredible!" I had no idea this was possible, and in that moment I was utterly in awe, because I'd actually done it—I had brought together two worlds! For the first time in my life I had direct observation of them simultaneously, and I can finally say by direct comparison that the vision in a dream can be as clear as reality. There was absolutely no difference; other than that in this case, it was even a bit clearer. (I suppose because my right eye was only open partially)

The thought might arise that perhaps I had not truly awoken. But I know that I did because I didn't go back to sleep—I woke up, and went to the bathroom, and got a drink of water, and did multiple reality checks. Only after all this did I begin my next attempt. And now I'm kicking myself—I wish I had written it down right then!

But, *YES!* I can prove I was awake! I had brushed my teeth when I went to the bathroom, *and I just checked and it is still wet*. Ah… that's good; that would have bugged me forever otherwise…

I am walking down a street in a small town. Suddenly I notice that people are alarmed and star running. Instinctively I run into and old building that has a large wooden door leading to a staircase. I climb the stairs to the third floor. The floor is a long office with three hunge glass windows facing the street. Two of the windows have curtains, the third has none. I and two of the employees run towards that window and look out to the street where a black figure similar to the spiderman terrorizes the crowd. Suddenly the black figure jumps to the edge of the window where we are, but he does not see us. The two employees runt to the other end of the office but I remain in the same place for fear of being discovered. Finally I move to where the rest of the employees are talking. Some esmployees begin narrating how they starting working for some japanese entrepreneurs. They speak in english and Spanish. I star talking to a lady with a short red hair. I tell her that the building appears to be an old hotel. The room has a high ceiling adorned wiht reliefs. After that I decide to go out but I cound not find my car so I begin walking.It starts to rain and I try to cover myself wiht a raincoat but I get wet anyway.

01-22-2013 -- I'm somewhere watching television with some young friends. Or perhaps playing video games. It keeps changing back and forth. Or even playing some kind of live board game type of game. One of the video games turned live game involves a small blue ball, half physical, half made of energy, that appears, then grows until it is three or four inches in diameter.

You have to take the ball and roll it at a target perhaps a meter away. You have to roll it, because the target is very small, too, and if you try and toss it, it is almost impossible to hit. Roll it, and if you roll it soft enough to control the aim, you probably won't register a hit. Roll it harder, and you lose control to be sure it will hit the target. Very challenging. The kids I have been playing with decide to leave, and as they do, their grandmother starts to give them instructions.

It turns out to be Bonnie M., and since she and I are no longer on good terms, I decide I probably ought to leave, especially since she is wearing a rather see-through mesh bathrobe with only a pair of panties underneath. I start to pack up the game, and a playing piece that seems to be almost a cross between a blue poker chip and a pog accidentally flips into my mouth and I start to gag on it slightly. I manage to spit it out, wipe it off, and pack it away in the box.

Oddly enough, Bonnie seems to want me to stay around and watch TV with her, like old times. Meanwhile, she has turned into a grade school teacher, and we are sitting in her classroom, which includes her TV, chair, and a class bookshelf. I am scanning the books, and am very pleased to see, along with other titles, Gordon Korman books and Three Investigators titles. There is also a cat that I am petting.

We start to watch TV, and she is watching a sort of teen soap opera kind of show that involves a smooth blond kid kind of like Paul-Mark Gosselaar, but without the pranking. He is with a bunch of other students that are trying to get him to sample a pranking sort of item that they claim will turn him into an Incredible Hulk-style monster for a few minutes, but he refuses to try it.

He is kind of a foreign exchange student, is imperfect in the language, and is really driving them crazy because for some reason he would make an incredible football player, but he has absolutely no interest in playing, and they just can't talk him into it. Meanwhile, he has got a sort-of girlfriend who is a cheerleader, but doesn't mind that he refuses to play football. She is played by Hayden Panettiere, of course.

There is a coach played by Jane Lynch, but she is a strange one, and is lecturing the cheerleader on not wearing a skimpy enough costume, and having the nerve to wear panties, which means the coach can't perve on her when she is making out with her boyfriend. Very odd. All this seems to be taking part at the Buena Park Mall, and time is passing very quickly.

I am trying to remember as much about the show as I can, because it seems to be turning into real life, and the government now seems to be after us. It is an odd sort of conspiracy, because as long as we don't realize anything is going on, they leave us alone, but as soon as we start to notice there is anything to notice, they are after us. I try to hide by acting normal, and try to go back to Bonnie's classroom.

I want to take the time to write all of this in my dream journal, but I need a little privacy to do so. I open the door to the classroom to walk in, but it is now filled with students and adults, and a young Flo from the Progressive commercials is just finishing reading a paper on how her ultimate goal in life is to advertise insurance. I suppose she'll be successful at accomplishing it.

The person in charge has been staring at me, standing in the back of the classroom, and refuses to go on or call up any more students to read their papers until I am gone, so I walk out of the classroom and shut the door behind me. Meanwhile in the quad, the coach is trying to remove the cheerleaders panties while all the students are arguing with Mark-Paul to play football, and I can't seem to write properly. I am trying to write my usually tiny print notes across the top of the page, but I can't seem to help jumping all over the page in my writing. All the time, I seem to be getting advice on job hunting.

01-22-2013 -- I find myself standing in the side yard at the Hickory house, between the garage and the neighbor's garage at the Conrad place. Somehow there is a very sort of haunted house kind of feel, with monsters running around the side yard and the Conrads' house, and I am trying to save people. There are hideous creature-style monsters, and a Michael Myers-style serial killer both to contend with, while I run back and forth, trying to keep myself well and help others. It is very long, and involved, with lots of chasing and the like, but the details don't come through, so it seems like a much shorter bit when written down. Maybe slight hints of a tie-in to the spooky park scenario in roller coaster tycoon which I was playing a day or two ago.

So soon I walk into the Hickory house through the side garage door, and I am feeling kind of hungry, so I am thinking about preparing some food, but instead I just walk into my second bedroom, thinking about relaxing. Hard to do, though, as the room is an absolute mess. The desk is covered with dozens and dozens of pieces of silverware that have been sitting around for weeks, encrusted in dust and old, dried food. I start gathering maybe fifteen pieces at a time, and carrying them to the kitchen sink to soak.

Oddly, though my second bedroom has a door opening right on to the kitchen, in this dream it is never used, and every time I exit the bedroom and walk to the kitchen, it is through the other door, walking through the living room and dining room each and every time. When I reach the kitchen and try to add the silverware to the sink, it is so full that it causes the water to start to overflow, so I quickly remove the drain plug so some of the water can drain out.

Somehow at the same time I am gathering more of the silverware to take to the sink, there are also silver push pins holding letters on to a sewing project sitting on the love seat, and I seem to be removing the pins, and some of them are falling on the carpet, where I am afraid I will step on them and hurt my feet. But I continue to remove the silverware from my room in large handfuls.

Meanwhile, there is a young couple sitting in the living room making some sort of comments about there not being enough silverware in the house, and as I am placing ever more of it to soak in the sink, and going back for more, I am hinting they might want to try and wash some of it. I wander back to my room. The desk is finally silverware-free, but I find I am still finding more and more silverware on the floor in old, empty frozen food containers lying around the floor, and I keep gathering it up.

But soon I find myself out driving somewhere in Europe. It might be England, but it might not be. There is a sort of speed bump that has been laid in the road, but instead of stretching horizontally across the road, it is running vertically, maybe a foot from the curb, and it seems to be causing all kinds of drivers problems, as they keep getting too close and running up on it. It isn't causing me all that much trouble, though. I just stay a little further to the left in the lane, and I'm fine.

There are some police here that seem to be writing tickets for some people, and just helping others out, and I ask why they seem to be having so much trouble with this. The cop explains the speed bump is very new, and people just aren't used to it, yet. He tells me that I really ought to speak to the people at Prudential Insurance about it, and point me at a building. They tell me the company is located on the 8th floor, but the building only looks like it is four floors tall.

I walk inside, and find the building has four floors above ground, and maybe 16 or so underground, and so the floor labeled as 8 is actually something like 12 floors underground or something. I'm trying to work out the math in my head, but we forget to press any of the buttons, and end up on what is probably the wrong floor, perhaps either seven or nine. My friend (who is turning into Kevin B.) thinks we have the right floor, and I am almost sure we don't, but I walk off to check.

Nope. Different company, entirely. We have to go one more floor. Kevin was supposed to hold the elevator, but he stepped off it, so actually we now need to wait for it again, so we can get the final floor we need. Soon it comes, and we step back on and push the button.

So the elevator opens again, and I find myself walking into a sort of lounge or bar, and I find that the Claim Jumpers Band from Preston's is about to play. Trapper John is trading some quips with people, and as is often the case, he seems to be kind of negative about it. Somehow he ends up quipping with Kevin B. who is with me, and he ends up annoying Kevin, who bends down and opens up a case, and pulls out his trombone. He is annoyed enough that he is going to play along with the band, hoping to annoy John.

Meanwhile, the Preston's band just finished playing one of the introductory bits that the Good Time Band at Rosie's actually used to play, and a slightly hippie-looking guy is walking away from John, who announces "we have a request to play a song that goes kind of like bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum. Hey, we know a song that kind of starts bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum!" And they launch into Old Time Rock and Roll. Kevin hears the first few notes, recognizes the song, and promptly fits an odd sort of attachment onto his trombone that lets it power a set of bag pipes, and starts to play along. Very strange.

There's somebody passing around some advertising flyers, and they are annoying me, so I just crumple mine up to toss it away, but it makes a huge amount of noise, drawing attention to me. Meanwhile, Kevin has stopped playing, and is just sort of wandering around, kind of distracted. But when I ask him, he says he is fine. Meanwhile, I find myself remembering a Victor story that I got a good five or six chapters into (in another dream, I think), and wondering why I haven't found the time and energy to finish writing it yet. About this time, I wake up.

I had me a bad ass experience early this morning. In a nutshell, I was able to purposefully induce WILD vibrations, instead of just happening upon them like I normally do. Then I incubated a scene (super quickly during those few seconds of vibrations), that was something OTHER than me in my bed in my bedroom. I remember what I did and I believe I can repeat it *fingers crossed* But first, the DILD I had prior to this WILD:

It started out nonlucid, and all I remember is that I was jumping up and down in this really fancy pool at night time. There were some odd reliefs just behind the pool, carved out of a giant rock hill. They looked a bit like something off of Easter Island. Beautiful, well maintained gardens surrounded the pool. Anyway, everytime I jumped, I would come clean out of the water, then hover for a moment, then splash back down. The pool was only maybe 3 feet deep. Like the kind for doing laps. I must have become somewhat semi-lucid because I started wondering if I could create fireworks each time I jumped, like in the TOTM. I was able to do it, but they weren't really bright. I even said to myself, "This is a dream, so light and dark is just in your mind. Your eyes aren't real right now, so the fireworks will be brighter" Not much happened there, but the carved reliefs were becoming more and more sinister looking. I plopped back into the water, and fully realized "Hey I'm dreaming!" and then I woke up.

I was lying on my right side, and felt the urge to roll over. I did partially, then decided to keep in the same position and try for a WILD. I did this indescribable thing that I always do to concentrate the vibrations once they start. But they hadn't started yet, I just kinda mentally went "fishing" for them, if that makes any sense. They came, but the first round was really weak. I tried again, and they flooded over me just like they normally do. Then I decided that in those few seconds, where I normally wait to "open my dream eyes" and start out the LD in my room, I tried to imagine another place. ANY other place. And I waited for it to form on my eyelids, and skip the whole "open eyes" thing, because I believe that's just a schema I created for myself, unintentionally. I saw some bright sunlight and a sparkly blue sky appear, and a window. A huge window, like the whole wall was window. With a little cushion seat. I was still lying on a bed in the same position though lol. But it was most definitely not my room, and I didn't recognize anything outside of the window. I got up slowly, and things were so vivid. I could hear the sound of me moving in the bed, moving the blankets, my skin scraping across the sheets. I wondered if I was hearing residual sounds of my real body moving around in the bed irl. So I proceeded slowly. I got to the window and looked outside: it was a sparkly day, with snow melting away from buildings and trees that were not familiar. Christmas lights hung loosely from some of the trees and bushes. I pressed my head to the window and moved through it. When I got outside, things changed It got darker (ffuu), but I just plodded along down the block. I walked past that SAME pool, which made me mad for some reason. "Really?!" I didn't want to revisit it. Those carvings still looked icky to me. I wish I had thought of the basic ski task though, since at least that water was shallow and I had already been in it. Oh well. I couldn't really think of much to do, and I was getting a bit randy anyway. I found a clothing shop with some women inside, so I went in...

I'll regale the rest of that tale later, Chris is having a fucking melt down over the xbox right now. Stay tuned for part II: sex in the dressing room.

So I'm walking past the dressing rooms in the shop, and I have successfully transgendered. I see a pretty woman in one dressing room, chatting with her mom. I ask the mom permission to have fun with her daughter. I'm feeling suddenly awkward, because I have my thing out, and I'm just holding it lol. No one seems to care, and I know it's just a dream anyway. I still couldn't help but feel a little weird about that haha. Anyway, I start taking her clothes off, when the store manager says we can't do it in the dressing rooms, so he directs us to the bathrooms. He said "Don't worry, they're right around the corner." I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the bathroom. I plopped her on the long sink counter, and I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked like me, but more college age. I was even wearing one of those stupid flannel shirts that I used to wear, and my hair and make-up were all done up nicely. Then I glanced down and there was my hand, holding my dick lol. I'll never unremember that image. I got her pants off, and got half-way through one thrust then woke up. Damn. Sex in front of a mirror would have been cool to watch. Haha oh well.

01-23-2013 -- I'm on some sort of church camping trip with Mike Sullins and the gang. I'm not sure, but I think I was an adult for the whole dream, kind of helping to oversee the trip, and it has been an OK trip, but not fabulous. We're loading up the bus to head back to the church, and I find myself trying to half claim one of the front seats. I am given the front bench on the passenger side, which is fine. Some little kid who may be the pastor's son is given the spot just under the bar that I used to love as a kid, but it doesn't bother me as I couldn't fit there as an adult, anyway.

Mike is driving, and the trip home from the usual camp (from dreams, didn't go camping with this church in real life) seems very short, only taking around 45 minutes, when it always seemed the trip used to take 1 1/2 to 2 hours. Soon we're pulling into the church parking lot, and starting to unload the bus, while waiting for parents to come and pick their kids up. I'm probably waiting for everybody else to be picked up, before I get a ride home on the bus.

Mike is going on and all about how good the Boy Scouts are, and how great the trip was, and stuff like that. He seems to be dressed in a scout master uniform, and the pastor's son is in a scout uniform. But something is said that seems to tick the kid off, and he suddenly stalks out of the room, down the driveway, and out to curb on Page Avenue.

He starts angrily calling for his dad, the pastor, who is standing about 20 feet away, but doesn't seem to hear him. This amazes me since I am much further away, and inside the building, but I can hear him just fine. After three loud calls, his father hears him, and walks over and picks him up. He talks to him and comforts him a bit, then puts him back in the room where I am waiting around.

The boy is maybe four or five, and he starts playing with a little girl who is maybe six or seven. Soon they're wrestling a bit, and there seem to be hints of Indian Wrestling in their play, but other forms of wrestling, as well. Somehow it overflows, and I am something of an innocent bystander, as I soon find myself lying on the ground, half-restrained, with them undoing my pants for some reason.

Right at that moment, the assistant pastor busts in, and starts ranting and raving, and wants to know what the Sam Hill is going on! I think he feels something wrong, sexually, is going on, as they are undoing my pants, and I try to defend myself by saying maybe I should have put a stop to things sooner, but I wouldn't have let it go any further if they had tried to pull down my pants, but he seems to blame the kids and feels they are being very evil, and I am only being foolish.

"What if they'd used super glue on you?" He demands. "It could have taken us hours to free you. Or even days if we couldn't get the proper solvent!" He keeps ranting on and on about how bad the kids were, and how could I have allowed this, and it is the story oh Jonah and the Whale all over again! I don't see it as the same thing at all. I don't see how that story ties in, and I don't see any of it as all that bad, but he just won't listen at all.

Finally I have had enough, and like the kid before me, I stalk out of the the room, step over a tiny fence (maybe a foot or a foot and a half tall, more decorative than anything else), and to the curb on Page Avenue, just like the pastor's son, before me. The assistant pastor is calling after me, trying to stop me from going, and not getting why I was so upset with him, but I won't listen, and I keep on my way. I walk down Page to Stanton, then walk under the freeway overpass, before making my way down Calendula and into the flower tract.

I don't know what the big deal is ... I don't agree with the guy, but its not like I don't still plan to attend church next week, or anything. But strange things are happening. People start trying to push me or grab me. The area is turning into a cross between a sort of an old age home and an apartment complex, though the entire neighborhood I am walking through is nothing but single family homes. But somehow I find myself in the apartment complexes behind the church, instead of in the neighborhood I was walking through. [The apartment complexes that aren't there in real life, but have been in lots of dreams.]

In past dreams these apartment complexes have had fun things and nightmare-style things happen in them. In this dream, they are bad things. I find myself arguing religion and politics with people, while going through unpleasant chase bits that seem to go on forever (though I think they really are pretty short.) At one point I am being grabbed an restrained by nurses because they don't agree with my principles, but soon they are turning into attractive-but-old-fashioned school teachers who have a sort of Stepford Wives sort of vibe to them.

I burst out of one apartment complex into a sort of hilly area, where I find myself trying to cross the hills while avoiding dangerous flaming horses. Since they are in groups of four, they just might be the four horses of the apocalypse. Strange and spooky. At first I try to hide from them, but then I find four of them right next to me in a wide open space, so all I can do is ignore them and hope they ignore me, or if they don't, hope I'm powerful enough to survive them.

The entire time, both political and spiritual arguments continue to go on in my head. I manage to get out of the hills and into another of the apartment complexes, but I'm still being chased by the old-fashioned brunettes, who are trying to wrestle me to the ground and restrain me. I don't understand why I find myself saying it, since it still seems to me that he was the nut, and the one in the wrong, but I suddenly speak out loud and say "Fine! I'll apologize to the assistant pastor."

A gap appears in the brick-wall corridor I am in, and I stumble into the lot of the construction supply company directly behind the church, free from all the people chasing me. "On Sunday, after church," I mutter to myself. 50 pound bags of cement start dropping on me. "OK, OK, right now." The cement stops dropping on me, and I claim over the brick wall into the church parking lot.

I approach one of the elders of the church and ask where the assistant pastor is, and he says he left about 15 minutes ago. He looks at me and says something like "You don't look like a process server, but I'm still not going to tell you where he lives or give you his phone number." I end up back in the same room, waiting (perhaps for a day or two) until the assistant pastor shows up again. "Really, God?!?" I kind of announce to the sky.

"Hey Dude! Don't disrespect the Lord!" I find a slightly angry hippie kind of shushing me. "Yeah? Let me tell you a story!" And I proceed to relate the entire dream to him, while he looks more and more flabbergasted as I go on. There are several others here, who also look more and more shocked. As I finish my tale, I look at them, all staring at me in amazement, and ask "Don't tell me the same thing happened to all of you?"

"Oh no, man," the hippie says. "Nothing like that happened to me. Not in the specifics. But in the overall, yeah, man. We're all here to apologize to the assistant pastor because we wouldn't listen to him, man! It's weird!"

Sleep – 10:25pm
Wake Ups – 1:55am
Finial Wake ups – 6:30am
WBTB – N/A

- My parents bought me a puppy. He was brown bit I’m not sure what breed he was. He was always super hyper and would run randomly between rooms for hours.

Most of my relatives were all in my living room. They had brought some of their dogs with them. There were about 4 extra dogs now running all around the house. I went into my kitchen to get a drink from the fridge. The door was open to another room and inside my dad and youngest uncle was making a podcast about something. They asked if I wanted to be part of the podcast. I declined and walked away.

- I was watching a video on my laptop in my room. It was off a website and it was about children who supposedly had some sort of super powers. It mostly consist of children aged about 12-13 waving their arms around trying to make something happen.

Two scenes stood out. The first was an animal getting hit by a buffalo but the first animal didn’t care or seem to notice it was being attacked. The second was the last scene and it had a small African boy aged probably about 14.

He was wearing a faded green shirt and faded blue jeans. He had symbols that covered all of his body and clothes. One symbol stood out from the rest. It was on the side of his face and it was slightly glowing green. It looked like this.



He had lots of different symbols on him. He tried to do a Kamehameha wave from dragon ball Z and a few other moves I didn't recognise. While doing all this he was talking about the world ending. He then suddenly stopped and looked directly into the camera. It felt like he was then talking to me directly. He then said “Hey you. Trust me”.

My alarm the went off just as he said that and I woke up.

6;30am Thiusday 24-Jan-woke out of a dream.

I was married to a mediteranian looking hansom man around 25 years old. He needed to kill a man for government. But the taget had a good wife so my husband posponed the killing. I PUT ON A Coat then a rain coat off an open rack. I coulden't reach so my husbant passed them down to me. The first thing he passed down to me was a lihht purple dress but I was dressed and just wanted the coat and rain coate..

Putting them on was interesting as it was a bit difficult. Once on the coat turned to ... solid clay ... like protective to bulets or something.

then my very good lookng movie star looking husbaned asked what we could do for the day. He said "Do you want to do "Darts"?." I wondered if he meant, go to a pub and play a game of darts. But he said Denzel Washington is in that movie "Darts".

I said "yes.

First we went to see friends of his.

They were doing something with the inside of his throat. I could see vocal cords and a healthy, pink throat.

The dream began in the night with him already my husband and him needing to kill a bad-man for work. He didn't do it because the bad-mans wife was there. Then it was dawn, we hadn't slept and werenot tired. He asked me what do I want to do. He recommended seeing the movie "Darts" it had Denzel Washington in it. First we went to see a frien of his who looked into his throught. (EOD)

Date: January 23, 2013 ||| Time Block: 2:00 AM to 10:00 AM ||| Length: 10 minutes. ||| Lucidity: level 3/2/1. ||| Entry Type: DILD ||| Major Methods: BAT

Methods: lay in bed for the night; conceptualized going "deeper into the darkness" (of my vision) while repeating the alphabet mentally, but then was thinking about other stuff and accidentally fell asleep.

Summary: I don't remember what happened, (I was interrupted from recollecting), but I distinctly remember plugging my nose for some reason and realizing I was dreaming, waking up and getting close to or succeeding in doing a DEILD, and one small clip from what I think was a non-lucid dream in which I entered a hallway with a group and saw that a PBS group was there using many parallel rooms for movies and tests and stuff, and I didn't want our group to be too loud and wake them up or disturb them.