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The Test
Rows of empty desks tell it is too early. Will other souls soon sit? No. NO! Damn. It is test day. Sit and start to study. Teacher arrives, lays pencil, pen, voice recorder, and book on every desk. He asks if I am ready. "Of course". A smile and lie. When he turns, I slip into the student stream outside.

Clouds & Saint
Smooth trails make boring tales. A fisherman snags our lead by using praiseful bait. Frank follows despite our protest. Clouds are pillars, steeples, roofs, pointing to earth. "The weather today," someone says, "is top heavy." It makes sense. Watch strange floating formations while waiting for the return of our saint.

Demons
He is five. His speech is glass shards grinding, unending. I first suggest, then demand, then beg for silence. He hisses. Patience is snipped. Slap the little mouth to match each little hiss. He is unfazed. Hope someone will see and be a shield or snatch the little demon away. How did we end up like this?

Bit: Standing firm, with a sense of urgency, in driveway of my grandmother's home

9th

Drive In
Stars lay close, clustered like treasure piles spilled across the sky. Ahead of their shine thin silvered clouds drift and shift, back lit by the chill of blue-ish moon. Most admire the beauty of the free night instead of the movie we drove in and paid to watch.

10th

The Play
Shapes of resurrected sounds are sculpted and set onto paper to be played. Uncertain of my usefulness, drift on the fringe of well meant murmurs.

The Roar
Shale and slippery trails lead us to The Roar. It stretches strong and wide as the horseshoe. At top, swimmers splash in mirror of idle blue. Cautious of the currents beneath the calm, slowly into pool I slip. We find Serpent's Mouth, slender cavern worn into rock, a natural waterslide. Swallowed slip to Roar's bottom. Are we disrespectful to make a playground from such power?

Unchanged
Ripped from earth's embrace, a slumbering love is risen to light. It is unbelievable, by his unchanged face, that a decade of darkness and death has been between us. A heart can not hold the weight of what it might mean.

Cas and Jor
Rush into the rampant stress. We find the two. She is still she. Her daughter has shifted. The mother plucks battered baseball cap from floor. She sews and walks, sews and talks, fixing the found into birthday gift for Sr. Depart the crush to collapse in temporary caves.

Randonautica Rivendell
Church ruins on a hill. Withered waterfall, forged by human hand, sputters foams aside it. It's brickwork base a shallow bowl slick with filth and foam. Split. Some surrender to abandoned buildings beckon. Other march marshes toward mouth of the anemic stream. Hope whispers that we will untangle it and make the trickle clean.

Been staying off video games to try and improve recall... But it's not working. For the past 3 nights I only recall 2 fragments from last night. I was in Olds today getting dog food, might have seen Jamie in a red SUV at a stop light but wasn't sure. May have been the girl from Reddi-Mart who drives and SUV of the same color. Couldn't tell.

Vape

I was walking down the street vaping. It tasted very real. IRL I have tried vaping, but I had way worse coughing fits than usual so I stopped. I have fond memories of vaping in the Lethbridge casino during poker tournaments like 10 years ago. Good times .

Jamie sings

Jamie was singing me a song she made up about feeding me an apple or something. There was crunching sounds in the song. I find crunching irritating. I'm always on my headphones for mealtime.

Jamie did grab me a small apple from a tree when we were walking to the store.

I asked the voice about the dream and she said something like Borderlines build fond memories over stuff like that or something.


From TV show keeps getting more crazy...
Anyway I hope the dreams are more frequent.

Tree Threads
Wake. Behold the high of rust, gold, and glints of blue. It shivers neath soft northern whispers. Leaves are playing. Upon their swaying backs ride living threads. White worms, by the thousands, stretch, spiral, reach. There is no place to hide. Limbs stretch long and wide to share the bounty of their burden. Let it snow, perhaps we'll know a drift of cold salvation.

A Force
Underworld is never clear. Eternal is the dark that we must dust. A soft electric song sings through the sag of shallow veins. The Force has found me once again. Move dark mountains with but a wave. No. Not a budge. But where the fire hisses, soft and simple things obey rusty orchestrations. Snap a finger... surge of light! Soul-like shadows shapeshift. Cobwebs clot, creep like snakes. Trash dust devils surge and scrape. Stories soar on ink stained wings. One may yet master these morbid things.

Jamie voice was saying, how she likes our sweet talk especially late at night and the mornings. Yes, it's really me. I'v, also pondered how sometimes - when I have Her drive by sightings... a dream sometimes follows where she is crying in a vehicle. I do appreciate her trying to get nearer to me and hopefully trying to validate my strange "Telepathic" experiences with her. But, be safe. Don't push too hard. If we seriously talk again (hopefully accompanied by a long hug.) It's going to be somewhat emotionally rocky anyway. Just please be safe and stable as can be.

Not much from two nights but I had one night with contrasting Jamie dreams.

Jamie 1

Before the dream, I fell asleep after briefly watching a UFO documentary on Netflix. (I don't usually watch those, but this one was about Budd Hopkins, I use to read his books as a tween)

In the dream. I was watching a Documentary about Jamie. The guy was like, "Is she really who she says she is?" and he claimed like.... ancient egyptians was talking about her or something in pyramids. The dream changed to me chasing Jamie in a big city like T.O. But she was pretending she didn't know me. She was going to parties... lots of drugs and Drama with some guy. I saw her crying in front of him. The documentary guy was in my head, and I was like, "Yeah, I don't recognize this person at all."

I woke up and checked if the Jamie voice was there (Sometimes there are periods after sleep where she is silent and I assume she is sleeping.). I was like, "Wow what was with that dream? It was like I didn't exist." After some hesitation she said, "Yes... That was me having a really bad episode."

I prayed that I get better dreams about her with holding hands... affection etc.

Jamie 2

I'm sitting on a sectional couch in front of a TV. I'm not even sure If I am watching anything. Jamie sits beside me. I'm astounded such a beautiful girl would even sit beside me. We seem to watch it together. I notice she rested her left arm beside me. I didn't want to be too presumptuous so I laid my right arm over hers. After a moment she took my hand. This part felt... So real. I could see and feel our fingers interlocking. We started trying to lay together. I'm not sure if she was squeezing me too hard but I flt panic and got up (I don't mind big hugs but I have a problem if people squeeze to hard, like Elmyra from looney tunes). So, we tried cuddling another way. But after a moment she wasn't having that either. She got up and started pulling out the foot rest and trying to turn it into a Hide-a-bed. But I woke up as she was doing it.

I found this dream very funny. We are both so awkward trying to figure out what works best.

What the Feck!
Discussing dreams and reality checks. Kay laughs out, "What the Feck. What the heck and what the fuck mixed. What the feck! Reality check! For those WTF moments." It should work. Rhymes have a way of worming into simple brains like mine. We test her spell. Surprise! "We're in a dream! It works!" I cheer with childlike glee. A sudden swell of clarity. And then, because no dreams were recalled during earlier wakings, a passionate declaration, "I'll remember ALL my dreams if I wake up right now!"

I woke and dreams came flooding.

Nov 6th
Hypnagogia
-Malformed face wrapped in flapping strings
-A ring from which hangs dangling eyes

Three Games
Teachers, long lost friends, long tossed family restore faith in humanity. It is rekindled through three games: one of words and wit, one of dice and seeds, one of cards and dreams.

The Fountain
She strips away the lawn and sows a tapestry of life. In its heart her self carved fountain sprays wild water whips. "I can help," I offer. She grins, "Thank you but no. This is my lesson to learn." Nod. Depart. Glance back at the mistake. Water droplets dance like jewels across the blazing blue. Shy little rainbows shimmer midst the butterflies and blooms. Leaves and limbs shimmer. Winged and wondrous sing. From a step outside, realize, mistakes might make precious things.

The Flood
From school into a surging storm. Wade through sunken streets to sinking steps. Daughters are frantic about the rise. Sons are fighting and fierce. A man butterfly-strokes down the middle of our river-street. Laughter. Crinkled petals and crusted leaves are thrown into the flow. Hope is floating. Hearts are high. We know this too shall pass.

Moonlight & Monsters
Neath a single basement window, in a slant of silver night, I sit. I ache. I write. Weep with silent, searing love. Spill a soul across a page. Worship she, so high above she walks on mithril moonlight and is spun in star frost lace. What? Whisper on a window. Little robins die. Soul is tossed aside. Scramble into night. But oh, a stomach twists. Orc heads roll and rot, overflowing window well. Dare to pick through lips, fangs, and froth to rescue fledglings from the frost.

Media-opoly
From board, to web, to wave, to page, then to social constellation. A game of a thousand rules with a hundred ways to lose and only one way to win. Debating scores raises wars.

Today is my birthday. Curl into some closet but she finds me, as mothers always do. Her smile is gold, eyes emerald sparks. She beckons. With reluctance, I obey. She has gotten me the greatest gift, she says. Peripherally, the greatest gift grins. Look away, away, away. Play blind, blubbering fool til gold is tarnished and emerald sparks sputter out. Why so cruel? Why does my bastard heart want her to hurt?

Hear the greatest gift. I ask who is watching Batman. See the greatest gift, all grins and ghoul green hair. "Hey," I say, "Aren't you that guy who was in Star Wars? Han Solo?" The greatest gift laughs mirthlessly "You're kidding me, right?" I give up the fight to hold firm the jagged stone about my soul. The wall barricading my heart falls broken. I laugh, "Yes. I'm kidding. I know you you are. But it's not my birthday..."

Familiar feeling flutters...

"I know who you are! How are you here?" Look to mother, "How are you here?" Finger slip through palm. "Yes!" Understand exactly where we stand, mid dream. Dance around the green haired gift. We laugh like an improbable mob of joker jedi. Then the greatest gift drifts away.

Voice was hounding me to post more dreams. (Every 3 day or 4 days seems like a consistent way to post.)

Don't remember much.

Jamie 1

I was beside a woman in bed. It was Jamie, but she looked asian (like filipina or malaysian or something). I put my hand on her boob. I was like "Wow, it fits in the palm of my hand." She smile at that and put her hand over mine. The dream fades (This dream coincides with some sweet talk we were having at night.)

Fortnite again

Just a flash of getting shot at and walling off. Not sure if Jamie was in this or not.

Last night:

A jamie dream I forgot but I had this vivid one:

Jamie 2

Me and Jamie were walking in a small apartment building. We came from a larger area and entered a stairwell. Jamie looked up the stairwell and looked frightened and she went back through the door. I took a splie second to see where she was looking but nothing was there. I quickly turned to follow her but when I opened the door, it was nothing but concrete. I was becoming lucid when I woke up.

Wow when Jamie doesn't want to be found in dreams....

Back at it.

FIRST

Cut
With a smile as greasy as the hair on his head Brother asks me to clip his curls. With a frown as knotted as the twist in my gut, I decline. Inquiry shifts to debate then to a spew of curses. Such chaos from so few sparks of words.

Orcas
Fire on the Water is where we will be. We are Orca Three. They are Orca Eight but it is late. My savior heart sacrifices a seat to sort the mess. Three departs. Eight arrives. Granted a seat on the grandest of Orcas. Horizon shimmers nigh.



SECOND

Wizard & Spiders
The white wizard battles a spider swarm. He becomes one of them or they become one of him. Can't untangle who is what. Spell thunders across the sky. We all die.



THIRD

Hypnagogia
- Books, pens, coffee cups float in formation then warp into a wicked wobble.
- A stiffened mouse peels apart like a cheese string.

The Mismatched
He shows me how to chronicle collectables. They've stories and souls of their own. Mine is a Mandalorian sealed in a Doctor Who box. Two hundred dollars for my mismatched soul? No. Mando morphs into dual lightsaber Luke. I depart, adrift in the force and flow of fandom souls.

Eleven Lies
Kissed by frost, a Doctor lies. He says he is fine but the distance in his eyes screams otherwise. Sit aside the liar. Speak for a spell. Honey warmth settles. Trees toss off their tinges. Other Doctors are glints of merriment amongst the throw. "Catch me a leaf?" Liar rasps. "Catch your own!" I grin back. He rises. We race and whirl after the flittering fringes of the fall. Who knew a liar's laughter could be beautiful. He finds footing amongst families. Now alone, dance and dream as I please neath blazing leaves.

Food Formalities
My food arrives. Sister and brother ignore the door. Subscription backs away. Out from the bathroom I fly, waving, calling, nearly falling in mid chase. Booklet of forms must be filled before any claims are made. An array of invasive questions scares sister. Not so easily frightened, I answer all. Accept the pitiful reward. We are reminded that even small gifts are great... give thanks.



FOURTH

HYPNAGOGIA
-Berries cascade, from the mouth of an Arwen entity, into her cupped hands.
-Spiral tube twists out from eternity to swallow screaming children.

Reclaimed
Sinister hearts crowd the stoop. We hide but are beheld. Call help but are unheard. Enraged by the intrusion I throw wide the door. Swear up a storm that sends the threat stuttering. But they return, overtake home, family, life. I slip through the most secret cracks of my walls. Stab the threats away. One by one. Son by son. One of our own has betrayed us. He is made an impossible puzzle. Victory is here. But now we must clear spatter and spray of reclamation's way.

Up
River twists blue and deep. Shores are steep. Trails are brutal beauty. We find a face. Climb the near sheer cliff. Half way up I slip. Drift to earth. Wait. Watch. Others leap, with mountain goat grace, all the way up the impossible face. I can not see their way. Heart grows greener with each foot that finds the top. Even Mother, heavy with vertigo, stands victorius upon the peak. She decends and offers her certificate of success. I decline. There are other ways. I must wait for root, rock, and rut to sing of new trails to find.

Slipped into an afternoon nap. Woke up with this repeating in my head:

We're.
Here.
Underneath your floor.
Give a knock on where you walk,
We'll open up the door.
We're.
Here.
Underneath your floor.
Drop on in we'll show you things
You've never seen before.

So now I am dared to knock on dream floors to see what will happen.

Jamie dreams are kinda back? They are few and far in between but still somehow consistent. She might have done a drive by I was brushing off my car. A grey car turned in the alley by my house behind me. It felt like someone was looking at me. I turned and saw part of a head with brown hair and sunglasses. The voice mentioned it may have been her. If so, this is becoming more often. She's getting braver.

Jamie 1

I was in a long non lucid dream that was boring. Me and Jamie met in the middle of the dream. We both briefly talked about the plot of the dream we were in and moved on. Can't remember what was said or the rest.

unsure?

I was in... I'm not sure I had an ipad or something. I was selecting music. The band: Helloween, came to mind. Couldn't figure out if I wanted to hear, "Eagle fly free." or, "Dr. Stein." but then the tablet menu went funny and I couldn't find it. The tablet was suddenly hanging by string around a girl's neck. It was now a white board that we could write messages on. Not sure if this was Jamie or not.

Fighting

I was with a younger guy also named. "Raven." (Not my other dream friend. who does healing songs and stuff.) He was the native guy I ran into one day in the Wal-Mart parking lot when Jamie was giving me a ride home. In the dream he was getting mouthy. So I pounded his face in for a bit. Then I said something like, "Respect your elders." or something and he backed off.

More fighting

I think me and Jamie were in a fortnite game or something. We were walking through a valley and someone shot at us. Jamie got knocked and she was doing the crawl. The shooter grappled over to us with his duo. He told me to Res her so he can kill her again. I said, "If you kill her I will definitely find you and kill you." We went back and forth a few times like that and he backed down.

New fortnite season tomorrow. I have a love/hate relationship with that game. Mainly hate the cringe and the super toxic community.

Jamie again

This morning after our bedtime sweet talk session we often have in our heads. I was in an HH dream she was there. She made lasagna and offered me some.

I enjoyed that dream.

I can only recall bits and pieces from this dream, I wish I could remember more. I was in Sequim, WA at my family's cabin. I invited several friends up with me, without informing my parents. It did not seem to be too much of an issue, though the place got fairly messy. One of the friends I invited was Meow Meow, with whom I held several intimate and engaging conversations. I felt a strong attraction to her. At a certain point, I decided to climb this gigantic tower that appeared in a nature reserve right in front of the cabin. It was very similar to the broadcasting tower in the 2022 film Fall. I managed to get the top, but as I reached the final ascension, my hands were badly cut or maybe bruised from the climb. I also became completely fatigued and was unable to summon the energy or will power to climb back down. I was stuck up there. The tower started swaying back and forth, and it became clear it would soon fall. I think I woke up before this happened.

This was not the first time I dreamt of Meow Meow. I sense a strong connection to her, but it could all very well just be in my head. She also became known as "The Girl who cried Celestial Body." I welcome her presence in my dreams, but also grow concerned at my budding fascination with her. Perhaps her existence, as it relates to me specifically, will be strictly reserved for my dreaming life.

Hi everyone, this is my first post here on the website. I have tried lucid dreaming in the past, just never found the strength/motivation to keep working on it. But now, a few years later from when I first tried, I'm determined to make this work, no matter how long it takes.

!!Just a heads up, English isn't my native language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar mistakes you see here.!!

So, I remember having two dreams today, one around 2:00 - 3:00 AM when I naturally woke up to drink some water, and the second one in the morning hours. Thing is, I did some dream delving right after having each of them, and had a near perfect recall of both, but ended up forgetting most of it. I forgot most of the first one because I moved involuntarily on my bed for feeling uncomfortable, and then the second one because of a loud noise in my house. So yeah, off to a stellar start .

But anyway, to actually talk about the dreams now.

1. Am I in Hellskitchen or Something?
From what I remember, this one had something to do with cooking, because I feel like I was in some kind of kitchen, and there was a bunch of other people with me. There was someone shouting, either at me, someone else, or all of us at the same time. It sounded like this person was mad, pointing out something we did wrong while cooking or maybe a dish that turned out not very good, Gordon Ramsay style.



2. Messing Up Passwords... In Space
The second one is even hazier than the first one. I have the faintest memory of this one taking place in space, inside some sort of spacecraft, but I could be wrong. What I do remember most, is that I was trying to input a password into a terminal, but failing it multiple times. I think this one was partly inspired by me watching some Markplier In Space the night before.


And yeah, that's about it. It bothers me a lot, having almost all of it in my head, just to lose most of it shortly after. But I'm sure this is where most people start from, so I can't be too mad. But like I said, I'm willing to make things work this time, so it doesn't matter how long it takes. And I'll make sure to share any future amazing experiences I have with you guys, as well as reading about yours .
Until next time!

very low recall despite going to bed early some nights and sleeping in.
The new From episode came out. I noticed it was out saturday night after 10. Usually I don't check until sunday but I let Her voice know. I was watching an earlier episode and her voice said the latest was. "Completely fucked." I watched it... and it was. They keep piling on the mysteries of the show without solving much.

Dreams were such low detail they are not even worth titles. 3 Jamie dreams. one in her house. Another of her crying in a car. and another where I felt her presence. other non lucids were not interesting. Just B movie type dreams. I'll try to get better recall soon.

I did see the shooting start thing again. I was outside early morning having a smoke after going to the bathroom. The Jamie voice was saying she was really liking something when I saw the meteor or whatever it was.

Two Tails
Feel the surreal familiarity of this fog, float on the fringe of a dream. From all directions at once, she struts, little mist cat of two tails. We will converse once the weight of this world makes us real. But fog lifts, we slip away, victims of the stirring day.

A glimmer of lucidity this morning, perhaps just a notch or two above hypnagogia.