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I am in a mall with some friends. I'm sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. My mind is kinda blank, and suddenly I wonder how I got there. I become lucid and plug my nose to be sure. I get up, start sprinting, and I phase through everything. I figure out that sooner or later I'll end up outdoors. I stop mid-stride because I see a classmate of mine arguing with her boyfriend. Then ZAP!*

I am in a mall with some friends. I'm sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. My mind is kinda blank, and I have the feeling this has happened before. I realize I just had this dream a moment ago, and that I even became lucid. Once again, I become very aware of the dream. I try to think of the tasks I wanted to do, and I remember the tasks of the month. I can't find any writing materials, so I walk up to one of the food stalls. It has a small fridge with a clear door, and some drinks inside. It must be very chilly in there because the glass was very foggy with small ice crystals on the surface. I point my finger over the glass, thinking about the word NOVEMBER. I start writing it backwards, creating letters by clearing the crystal fog: R-E-M... Wait what. Why did I write REM? Lol. I try again, successfully this time. R-E-B-M-E-V-O-N. Surprisingly, the letters don't change or morph. I double-check my work two more times, until I am satisfied that I spelt it right.*

I walk away from the stall and think about my next task – hunting a turkey. But before I could do anything...ZAP!

I am in a mall with some friends. I am sitting on a bench, looking at some food stalls. I immediately become lucid a third time, thinking how weird it is that the dreams seem to be restarted from the same point over and over again. At this point my awareness is quite good, having been lucid just moments ago. I still have my turkey task in mind, so I close my eyes and imagine seeing my preferred weapon beside me when I open them. I reopen my eyes and sure enough, there it is. A 17th century crossbow gun. It looks even cooler in person! It looks brand new, wooden, with little golden details in swirly patterns. I grab it, and at first I fidget with it because I am unsure about how to hold it, plus it was heavier than I expected. I eventually figure it out, and for some reason I forget about the weight. I approach the same food stall I approached for the spelling task. I grab the fridge handle, close my eyes and pull it open. At once, a turkey came out of it, clucking as it trots away. Then another one comes out, and another, and another. Finally, after about 5 turkeys have gone away, I start to run after them with my crossbow. I have my eye on one of the turkeys, which has just turned a corner. I sprint after it, slipping slightly on the floor every few meters or so. I don't even notice all the people in the mall gazing at me.*

The turkey stops by one of the ATM's in the far corner, a few feet from a dude withdrawing money from the machine. I am about 75 meters from it. I aim my crossbow at the turkey, and I fire away. There is a distinct snapping sound as the arrow shoots into the air. I realize I'm a really bad shot, because I didn't hit the turkey. Oh sh*t I just hit the dude. He limps down to the floor without a sound. Without a second thought, I aim the crossbow at the turkey again, with a new arrow magically in place. I fire, and imagine the arrow hitting the turkey. And it does. The arrow pierces the turkey's throat, and it falls to the floor, dead and bloodied. I run up to the turkey (who cares about the dude? ) and I grab it by the leg. Then some bystander who watched the whole thing yelled "WHAT ABOUT THAT POOR MAN YOU SHOT!?" I turn to the bystander, take a step back, and throw the dead turkey at him. He runs away, and I start walking away too, thinking about the awesomeness of what I just did.

I walk to one of the food stalls, looking for something to drink. There is nothing particularly on my mind, so this must be why I start to lose lucidity and eventually drift into a short nonlucid about my family before I finally wake up.

Desert Sands

I'm traveling through the desert in a game, trying to get somewhere. It's interesting, because the style of the graphics changes depending on the game location. I enter a city that has a resident wizard who's been putting up some defenses. With the help of some allies, I climb a rocky cliff to where he's shooting spells at us, and one of my allies stabs him, despite the warning of a citizen that he should not. Then the citizen explains that killing the wizard won't remove the defenses, because he's cheated death using a strange temple. The temple has something to do with a green emerald, which is linked to an earlier part of the story: one of the main characters accidentally dropped something here that made it a focus point for magical energy.

Bed Space

I've been sharing a king-sized bed with two girls I know. Usually I sleep on one side or the other, but tonight, even though I get there last, I insist on sleeping in the middle.

La Madrugada

My family's woken up at the crack of dawn to go on a trip. It's dark and cold in the house, and no one seems to want to make much noise. I look over the bag of food we've packed. There are some M&Ms.

Nudism

I'm watching a video made by my aunt and her daughters. It's a sort of coming out video, where they explain about their family's nudist beliefs and then take off all of their clothes.

Acting Club

I'm standing by a car parked on the side of the road at night. The captain of the acting club is there with me, trying to figure out where the heck is everyone. We just got a whole stack of new scripts, and we need to start working on them right away if we're going to be prepared for the performance. The captain is about to give up and start recruiting new members from scratch, but another club member convinces her to wait long enough for someone to run inside the school to round people up. The person takes a while to return, and we're about to lose hope, but then we see a group of people coming around the corner far away. One person, three, four . . . ten! And more are still coming! She must have known exactly where to look for the other members. I suppose that makes sense: attendance has been pretty poor lately, but it's just because everyone's stressed about schoolwork.

There is a storm coming. Flooding is being considered a very realistic danger. I am preparing my home for the impact. It is a very cloudy, gray day outside. i am trying to lure all of the (stray?) dogs into my home. There is a man in uniform here momentarily. He is helping me, prepare of maybe just nudging me to hurry the preparations before the storm sets in good. I think he is a fireman. As he is leaving I go through the double garage doors to the stairs that lead to my home. I turn back and request that he shut the garage doors on his way out.

"There is a button near the top of the door inside. You can push it and still make it through the door in time."

I am starting to panic and become paranoid now. I'm worried that he won't close the door properly and wondering if I'll have enough time to do it myself.

Inside and out we prepare. Mom is here as well as Suzette. At least two times I notice a cigarette on the floor and consider smoking it. A single one. We stand at the side of the house where a chorus of electronic, chords and outlets are strewn about, plugged into the house. We are discussing weather or not to take them in the house. Which seems silly to me.

Every time I go into my house or some aspect of my house, I am put through this complicated entry process involving a computer with code, password, algorithm etc. I get confused every time I try and remember the entry yet I know that I know it. The entry is like an elevator with a lot of yellow, metal and glass.
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I am going down a familiar hallway in a familiar place.
Very cave like with stone.
Like the inside of a castle on Mario Land.
I go to take an elevator contraption to another area but jump on after it starts back down.
Now I am on the top of the elevator/lift contraption.
I remember thinking that it's okay if I die because I have an infinite number of lives here.
And as I descend with the lift, I begin to wonder if it will hurt.
Just as I'm starting to worry, we take a sharp stop then turn.
The lift is now traveling horizontally.
The walls of the shoot are like mining tunnels.
All packed dirt, stone and wooden beam.
I see that up ahead I'm going to run into something that will surely mangle and kill me.

"But it's okay," I think to myself, "because I have more lives. But will it hurt?"

I begin to feel the pressure of this vague obstacle coming down upon me, squeezing the life from me. No pain.

11-12-12

Due to not writing this down upon waking, I have lost my memory of a fair amount of it. (I didn't want to write it down because there was just SO MUCH to it!)

At the beginning, I was doing something I don't remember, and then I went into this sort of cafe/floral mall. After exploring around a bit (man, I LOVE exploring!), I ended up working there for the day. At the end of the day, there occurs a gap in my memory.

Anyways. When my memory picks up, I'm on a shore talking to someone that reminds me of my dad about some destination or something. He hands me an advanced volt meter just like my dad has back home and turns the dial to a certain setting. He told me to input a certain set of numbers that seem much like coordinates, and I did. The screen flickered, and then started up like a colored pixel display. (e.g., an LCD.) A horizon appeared on it, and as I would tilt the meter, the image would shift. The image also would shift relative to some unseen variable, and I assumed (accurately) that I was to keep it stabilized -- with both the horizon and the sun, centered, in view.
As I did, we began to float and then to fly away from the shore we had been standing on. We flew in a straight line toward the sun, and soon we were flying over parallel, minecraft-style (read: blockish) outcroppings on a shallows. An out-of-place tree was on one of the outcroppings.
Outcroppings? I don't know... like a sandbar, but made of secure dirt. With grass. Like in Minecraft.

Quickly we arrived at the shore, and all the land about us was like im Minecraft, except it was like the generation algorithms were actually accurate to real life. (sans dirtbar-outcroppings)
I don't remember what we did there or what the purpose was in us going there, but I do remember that it was a pretty awesome if not somewhat mystic sort of place.


Another breaks occurs in my memory, and then I'm in my dorm room (sort of). A is there, and she's reeeeaaaaly tired. I'm pretty much hugging her nearly-bare self to keep her from falling in a heap onto the floor. I look to the other person in the room (Maybe J or M) and ask the something, but they're "not sure".
I decide to lay A down on the bed, but when I do she pulls me down on top of her. I realize that she's already completely fallen asleep and decide to just forget it (that is, whatever it was I was worrying about) and go to bed there.
And so, for the first time ever, I actually fall asleep in my dream.

When I woke to real life, I could still feel her sleeping there, even though I was alone.

took: no galantamine, no WBTB
lucid dreaming: 0 lucid experiences

Dream of: 08 November 2012 "A Spiritual Group"

While I'm in Portsmouth with a black-haired woman with whom I'm connected and who somewhat resembles Carolina, I decide I would like to form a group of people with whom I can talk - a spiritual group. The black haired woman and I each create a big white sign using black letters to advertise for such a group and we hang the signs on a building on a corner where the old Giovanni's pizza shop used to be in downtown Portsmouth when I was a teen-ager.
While the black haired woman and I were still in the car, I noticed a word which I thought she had misspelled on her sign. The word she had written was "tipple", while I thought she had meant to write "temple" in accordance with the spiritual nature of the group. So I was taken aback when she asked me if I knew what a "tipple" was; I had trouble finding the word in my mind when I searched for it. Finally I blurted out something like "it is the tip of a person's tit". The word still didn't sound quite right to me but I thought I had correctly stated the meaning of "tipple".
The woman and I are on our way to the meeting which is scheduled to begin at twenty after the hour and we are almost ten minutes late because it is already almost half past the hour. When we finally arrive at a building in the general area where the Scioto County Democratic Headquarters is located close to downtown Portsmouth, I am surprised to see that about 30 people are already sitting in chairs in the room.
I walk into the room and stand in front of a wide assortment of adults. They all seem comfortable so I start talking. I explain that the idea is for us to have a spiritual group. I explain that I'm not talking about a religious group and that its "not a Christian group, or a Jewish group, or Buddhist" and I even add somewhat surprisingly "or a Taoist". I envision the group as being one where we talk about God even though the belief in God will not be a requirement for being in the group. I tell everyone it is not necessary for a person to believe in God in order to be in this group, and then I add, however, "I do believe in God."
Once I have made my proclamation, others also begin talking. They seem friendly enough. Soon someone asks about a raffle. I learn that apparently when they had arrived, everyone had put a ticket in a jar. Someone asserted that these kind of groups always have a raffle and I suddenly begin to think that everyone came for the raffle because they think they might win something. I find the raffle distasteful, but I don't yet know how I will be able to suppress it. For today, however, I think we will have to draw a ticket for some prize, but I certainly don't know what that prize will be.
As we talk more, I further learn that many of these people have been in twelve-step groups. I adamantly assert that this is not a twelve-step group and that this group is not like that. At the same time, I think this group might have some similarities to twelve-step groups. I'm not sure of that yet. I not sure of where we're headed with this group.
Everyone else is still sitting while I continue standing in front of the group. As I walk around the room, at one point I realize that I'm actually standing behind the way the chairs are facing and that everyone has their necks turned around facing backwards.
I'm thinking clearly. My words are clear and coherent.
A fellow (about 20 years old) to my right has stood up and started talking. Another woman (about 40 years old) in the group says something about him which indicates that she knows him. It sounds as if they might have worked together. As he starts walking toward me, I grimace to see that he is completely naked and that he appears to have an erection. In troubling display, his overly large penis is sticking straight out horizontal to the floor. I don't intend to stop people from coming to the group naked, but this fellow definitely makes me uneasy. When I look back at him a second time, I see that he is actually wearing underwear. I tell the group that I had had an "hallucination" for a moment that the man had been completely naked. After the semi-nude man sits back down, I say something about how "we even have a naked man in here now". That rather bothers me.
A girl asks if everyone thinks they know each other and people seem to acknowledge recognizing each other. I ask if anyone thinks that anyone in here is dangerous. They seem to think that it is possible, but no one seems particularly concerned about that.
At the end I think I might put up $10 myself for the raffle. Its worth it to me if we meet just once a week. I can put up $10 each week. Just the benefit for me of being in a group like this is valuable to me. I would be willing to put up $10 a week simply to entice people into the group.




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My dream recall has been crap lately, but I had a lucid dream last night. For as happy as I am that I became lucid, I didn't really enjoy this dream as much, for as cool as it sounds.

I was in a Hunger Games sort of situation. I can remember running though the woods being chased by this girl with a handgun. The woods were mostly pine trees, but eventually I burst out into a clearing. The clearing had more shrubbery and smaller plants, and there was a distinct orange lighting to the scene.
When I got into the clearing, I realized that I'd been following a dirt trail that led to a three way junction. It was at about this time that my pursuer opened fire on me. I ran to the left. I was getting tired of running.
I kind of looked up to my left. Bullets were flying by me. Then I said something to myself.
"Well, It doesn't matter if I get hit, I'm dreaming anyway."
I get lucid and immediately stop running. I start to walk back towards the girl. She is still shooting at me, but missing.
I walk closer, and knowing that this is the Hunger Games, I want to kill her. But she shoots me right in the chest. I look down and see the bullet on the ground in front of me.
I walk over in front of her. She is too terrified to run. She drops the gun.
At this point, I kicked her in the chest and pushed her down. I stood on her with one foot. She and I wrestled around for awhile, but it was no contest, me being lucid. I was fighting her off with just one foot.
Eventually, I killed her. I didn't take a good look at this girl until after I killed her. She had an ugly, wrinkly face, a sort of square, fat body, and thin, tangled hair. I can remember her wearing a sort of plaid jacket.
Normally, at this point, I would move onto pursuing one of my goals, but I haven't been focused on lucid dreaming lately, and couldn't think of any. I had this violent impulse. I wanted someone else to fight, someone that would be more of a challenge.
I tried to conjure another combatant. I just wanted them to appear in front of me. I started noticing a fog matching a flesh tone, and it taking the shape of a human body. But at this point, I woke up.

Nov 11, 2012

The name 'Raon' came to mind. I'm trying to learn how to fly in my dragon form, but I keep falling. I find it hard to get up even to the second level of a building. I mostly just stay in my room in a dormitory. I occupy a room, but there should be an extra bed there, where I put my disorganized stuff. I'm told someone's going to rent the other bed soon. I have to arrange my stuff but felt so lazy.

Direk A. comes in and talks to me. I think it was about my learning to fly. He didn't stay long. Just kind of reminded me.

I am in a place outside, in the streets. I am with Red S. and a few people. We are talking about ghosts and stuff. Became partially aware of being in a dream, and that I should wake up.

Woke up not feeling well still. Feeling anxious.

This dream was a couple of nights ago and i was just wondering wether i was actually lucid. I woke up a lot that night , it seemed to be pretty much after every dream. I was lying awake after what i thought was just another time i had woken up. I was just led there trying to get back to sleep and then for some reason i thought to myself "i wonder if this is a dream?". I didn't really think i would be because when ever i do do a reality check I'm in reality. I decided to do one anyway. I started by looking at my hands. I had done a reality check just before i went to sleep and could not even see my hands because it was to dark and yet this time when i looked at them i could see them. When i first looked at them they seemed normal but as i looked closer i realised my fingers would shrink down and then grow again , one by one. I thought to myself "shit am i actually dreaming?" already getting very excited. I then tried to push my finger through the palm of my hand but instead of it actually going through, it shrunk down the more i pushed in and then as i brought it back it grew again. By this point i was really freaking out with excitement as i had been trying for quite a while. I decide to see if i could float up out of my bed. I then noticed my excitement and noticed the dream fading away. I thought i should probably rub my hands together before doing anything but as i did the dream was gone. Im not sure if i went straight into another dream or woke up, i just dont remember anything else.

I was really excited when i woke in the morning that i was getting closer to having a lucid dream. I would be grateful if someone could reassure me one wether this was the beginning of a lucid dream or not ?

Thoughts | Non-Lucid | Lucid | Techniques/Aids

11PM-8AM
SSILD at bedtime
2 Valerian Root, 2MG Melatonin, 1 glass apple juice

Fragment 11:55PM

I feel like I am stuck in sleep. Sensory strangeness and abstract images.

Sisters Funeral 2:28AM

I go to a funeral for my older sister in a park. It looks like summer and is bright and sunny. My younger sister is sitting in a chair up front and crying. There was some thought about her death being at 2:00. I comfort my sister and cry with her.

WBTB alarm 4AM

Chemical Plant 4:00AM

I work at some chemical plant. I start to wonder around. I climb up a latter and come out of a hatch in the ground. I see men in suits and hard hats touring the outside area. I try to avoid them because I feel like I don't belong here. It looks like a steel structure is being built. I turn around to go back. There is a black mass of stuff that looks like charcoal wood. It is repelling me away and making it hard for me to walk. I struggle against it. The force feels like two magnets with opposite poles. I end up crawling back to the hatch. I wake up and my whole body shutters.

Another glass of apple juice
Back to Bed 4:30AM
SSILD Then WILD

Out of Control 5:29AM

For some reason I pull over to the side of the road to check on my son. Then the car rolls away and down the side of an over pass. I run to it. It is now small like a toy. I pick it up with my right and can carry it up the hill. I place it down and it is full size now. A cop starts harassing my and telling me that he has to take my son with him because I am unfit to drive with him in the car. I scream and yell and curse him. I argue and refuse to let him take my son.

Camp 8:00AM

I am working at a church camp. I am hurrying and getting dressed to be some place early so I can get paid. J from work is there. She is going with me. I can't find my wife. She has the baby in some room. I hear him crying. I wanted to kiss her goodbye but there is no time. The scene changes and I am driving with J. It looks like downtown Joplin and I am confused about were I was going. I thought the camp was in Texas.

Half-Dream time unknown

And I looking at a pool with strange lanes and different depths. I am debating going in or not. I think Michael Phelps is around someplace.

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #29: The Lucidity Machine

Wife, dressed in a labcoat, straps me into this huge contraption that we've built called "The Lucidity Machine". She explains that when she turns this on, "you're going to be lucid and the dream will be really pixelly, like an old video game." I tell her that I'm ready. Wife walks over to a huge rocker switch on the wall, flips it, and I'm lucid.

As promised, my view of everything is extremely pixellated, reminiscent of classic Atari games. I'm immediately reminded of Adventure:



I appear to be in a low-resolution version of the same room but Wife is no longer here. I get out of the machine, focusing on sharpening the scene, knowing that it will grow clearer and clearer as I work my way through it. Sure enough, the graphics tighten up with every step that I take and within a few seconds everything's in full clarity.

I walk outside of the building into the sun and my recall gets hazy for a bit here. At some point, I find myself standing in front of a cute bungalo that's surrounded by a broad moat. It has a pleasant garden in front of it and I want to see what's going on in here.

I decide to use a technique that Xanous described in an old DJ entry that I believe he got from Robert Waggoner. Basically, I employ a sort of "targeted flight" where I focus on where I want to go and imagine myself being drawn there rather than on any specific mode of transport, like flight. I focus on a flower in the bungalo's garden and sure enough I'm pulled into a vivid close-up of this bright pink flower.

I hear voices coming from inside the bungalo and my perspective returns to normal. I'm now standing by the front door, safely across the moat. I open the door and walk through a small foyer into a modest bedroom with a window that overlooks the ocean. Two young women in their mid-20s are sitting on a bed taping a video podcast about lucid dreaming. I feel like they must be from DreamViews but they're both strangers to me.

My dream body has sort of faded from my awareness and the two podcasters don't appear to see me, so I just listen. They describe a guy who "built his own lucid dreaming machine" and describe things that I'd done earlier in this dream. I remember them talking about us building the machine in our lab and mentioning something about me hopping on a train (DC nonsense or forgotten scene?)

Suddenly, a group of people in lab counts bursts into the room, completely unnoticed by the podcasters. My friend S from work is part of the group, which is led by an older lady with graying hair. They're an amiable group but they announce that they are here to put a stop to my "abuse" of this "lucidity technology". The gray-haired lady says, "What you did was impressive but now it's gotten out of control." She gestures at the podcasters, and I see that one of them has turned into a 3-foot-tall Asian of indeterminate gender.

Lucidity is probably starting to slip, and I become angry that they want to take this technology away from me. I tell them that they'll never destroy what took years to build. The gray-haired lady says, "You'll find that these things are much easier to destroy than to build." Emotion sweeps me away and I lose my lucidity. I get wrapped up further in this new dream plot but my recall gets very hazy from here.

I'm at my house and I'm and I feel something wiggling around in my ear. I reach in a pull out a worm that's about five inches long. It's dead when it comes out, and I drop it on the ground. I feel another one coming out out the other side. This one is still alive and I bit it half to kill it. Oh that taste was the worst thing I've ever experienced. It was like a combination of dish washing liquid spoiled milk and death. I started heading to the internet to out more on the worm.

I was lucid last night, but the only thing I can remember is...oh wait....

I was in some weird city, and it was ran by this gang I was apart of. We all wore suits except for the women. They dressed like total sluts with different coloured hair. I think the gang was lead by a female which I hit on...but it was more over the top than what I would normally do. She was wearing short white shorts a bikini top and she had bright raid hair. I was really turned on by her, and I directed her attention to my penis. She looks at it makes a comment about the pre cum that was building up around the tip. She said I wouldn't be able to last a minute with her. I told her it's on, and she can bet whatever. She told me that if I didn't, she would have me killed. I agreed, and the rest of the gang escorted me to a limo. We were driving around to another spot to have sex at. We got to this one place, and it was just crazy. There was some class going on, but it was separated. On my left were all European girls, and to the left American girls. The class was about seduction...what to do to turn guys on, so they were just going through the motions of what movements to do. They were all either wearing either bra/panty/stockings combos or slutty school girl out fits......my mind was blown. The gang was telling me "it was nice knowing you". And I told them that they're not going to kill me, because I'm going to have to wake up soon.

Non-Dream
Dream
Lucid

I was agressively pulled from my bed by an evil force and started to fly down the hallway. I was able to catch the frame of the bathroom door and climb into the mirror. After a couple of seconds in a void I found myself at an industrial looking room. I didn't take time to notice my surrondings as I immediatly focused on stabilizing. As I looked down at my hands to begin the process, the dream faded away, probably because my REM period ended.

In which my feet have been amputated...

I’m sitting on Grandma’s back patio sipping a drink and talking to my brother. He is complaining about a pain in his legs. I laugh and point my gold-tipped, brass governor cane down at my own legs. “At least you have feet!” I tell him.

Then I look down at my amputated stumps. I have no feet at all. This realization causes me such a surge of horror that I wake up with a jolt.


In which I have crackers for brains...

I’m in a hospital bed after a car crash. I can hear the conversations around me but I’m unable to respond or move. My mother and R are there, and they decide I need a brain transplant.

The doctor lays me across two sawhorses with the crown of my head hanging over the edge. With a circular saw, he cuts off the top my skull and then drills hinges into the two parts so that it can be opened and shut like a trunk. Then he reaches inside my head to remove my brains. I see what he pulls out: several cardboard boxes containing packages of Lay’s peanut butter crackers.


In which I'm a rock reporter in Rome...

We are in Rome. I’m a reporter assigned to interview a pop star. Beneath an arch of the Colosseum, the musician has placed an over-sized, antique Louis the 16th armchair where he sits to receive questions from the press. The chair’s wooden frame has ornately carved designs around the red velvet upholstery of the backing, seat and arm rest. It’s tacky, like a cartoon throne. Because of the chair’s ridiculously large size, the pop star sits upon it like a child in a grownup chair; his legs dangle and don’t touch the ground. He cracks a joke about the colossal size of the chair and the colossal importance of this interview.

The pop star is in disguise, and no one knows who he is. His face is painted clown white, and his hat is pulled down over his eyes. Someone has painted black designs all over his face so that he looks like a Dia de los Muertos skull, only his cheekbones have been made to look like eyes, his mouth has been made to look like a nose and his chin has been made to look like a mouth. This trick completely changes the appearance of his face so that no one recognizes him.

I’m standing in the crowd of reporters and photographers who are shouting questions and taking photos, but I’m no longer feeling interested or ambitious enough to cover the stunt. I know it’s Bob Dylan. I recognize him immediately but I don’t tell anyone. I’m irritated that he is in my dream again, but I don’t become lucid.

11.11.2012

Father is Angry, Meeting Morpheus, Zune HD Near Death, Fighting Agent Smiths, Tailed Beast Rasengan (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Decided to do some narrating (in waking life mind you) for my tulpa, and asked her if she can help me recall all of this detail. Seems it's working out pretty well, considering I didn't do a WBTB whatsoever.

It seems I quickly turned off the laptop alarm to wake me up within an hour and 5 minutes, and I didn't want to risk using the other alarm that does get me up, because I might've forgotten to set it to another time to prepare the apartment, since I'll be having a guest for the week.

Anyway, whether or not it's just me being able to get major snippets in images of the dreams, or her actually providing me with them, since after all, she is a construct of my mind, I'm glad I'm involving her into helping me recall these things, and ACTUALLY have a bit of a longer syntax, and a few out of norm vocabularly that I'm too lazy to bother using nowadays.

Anyway, on to the dream.


I hear a doorbell ringing, and I'm inside a house that I've been to in waking life. It's either early morning or late night. The door is opened, and I quickly somehow concealed myself outside. The only way that's possible are:

1. I had a short dream shift
2. I phased through the walls
3. I teleported myself
4. I transported myself
5. *Insert weirdness of dreams defying logic here*

I noticed that my father is wearing an army uniform from top to bottom, faded green torso and pants, with brown boots and faded dark yellow rubbery soles. I'm hiding between the edge of a wall, and the middle of an intersection of it that would split into another wall that would be coming towards you when you're looking at this screen.

I peeked over to see my father confused on why the door would be opened in the first place. He starts to move around a bit, still puzzled. Like the moment he went through the door, you know how someone automatically states something because they assume you're there?

Here's how it went.

He comes in, he starts saying (I can't remember exactly)

"*insert sentence that ends up being cutoff*------------"

He stops, pauses, looks around, and then I finally decided to come out of my hiding place. He turns around and I smile at him, trying to show that I was just being a little playful with him. I realized I'm seeing myself in third person perspective, but at the same time, I'm interchanging between spectator mode and direct third person view.

I also noticed I'm wearing black clothing overall. Black Jacket that extends near my knees, black dress shirt, and black dress pants. My attempt at trying to play around with my father by hiding and then showing myself to him, like some kind of naive kid who thinks babies come from storks, is automatically disowned.

His visage clearly shows he didn't approve of me joking around, obviously because he had the conception that we were missing, went somewhere else with the house wide opened, or were completely oblivious to the door being opened while doing random things in the house.

He tries to say something in anger from my actions, but stops immediately and just makes the sucking sound when you suck where the sides of your mouth close in on your teeth, and you suck them backwards. I felt awkward at his reaction, and I felt like I did something horribly wrong by doing all of this.

I tried to kill the awkwardness by randomly stating that my mother is currently showering, so she wasn't able to come out immediately to open the door. But this doesn't work.

The dream shifts a bit and it seems he has a guest, and he looks exactly like Morpheus. Morpheus is wearing a black suit jacket that extends all the way down near his ankles, 5 inches above it I'd presume. I have the assumption that this is Oneironaut Zero, and I get closer to him.

Morpheus seems to be really passive in this dream, and I'm still holding on to the conviction that he was Oneironaut Zero for some reason, and I think I gave him a little poke to the arm. He turns around and says,

"Oh!"

"Who are you?"

Note: I still believed he was Oneironaut Zero in this dream at the time, and I state, "I'm Linkzelda"

He responds, "Oh really? Heh."

I reply back, with passive disappointment that he doesn't remember me, "Yep, I'm him." The dream now shifts where I'm sitting on a simple brown rectangular table that has its longer sides perpendicular to me. My father is in front, and I believe Morpheus is either on the left side, or sitting with my father.

I think my mother is on the right, which is a bit odd, but anyway, Morpheus starts stating some things I can't remember, and by this point, I'm not sure if I still believed that he was Oneironaut Zero. I just treat him like any other dream character that I'm having a passive awareness while conversing with him.

It seems some of my answers irritate my father, and I look at him. He makes an awkward facial expression of his mouth hanging down slightly, eying at me weirdly. I look at him and felt awkward from this awkwardness.

Then I sublimated that energy into passive-aggressiveness. I wanted to be pissed at him, but I didn't want to do it in front of two people, excluding him and me. I just get up from the chair slowly, building up my rage, still sublimating it passively with the conviction I occasionally conform to when I do get pissed:

I did so by spreading my arms out, with my palms facing him, and fingers completely spread apart. I indirectly gave him my response of "You know what, fuck this shit, it's useless getting pissed at you" basically.

I slowly walk backwards, with my head facing the floor, and I don't even dare stare at him from this point. The moment I turned my back to make it face him, I started to let the rage sublimate a bit more through my facial expressions, still keeping it all silent from him and the two other DCs there.

I go into my room, close it normally, even though I wanted to slam it harder and faster. My room isn't the room that I recall from the house I was at temporarily in waking life, but the rest of the house before I came in here was mostly identical.

The overall color in the room is brown, but based on my passive awareness to focus on my peripheral vision, there's a but of maroon or dark red mixed in with the brown. I look on a small light brown table, and noticed my Zune HD is there.

Okay, guess I can listen to some music and calm myself down from this whole bullshit interaction with my father's random aggressiveness at me. I take my Zune HD and place it on my right hand. I can't really feel the cold contact of the metal being dormant, but I feel something in my hand.

Then before I turn it on, I start analyzing it more, and realized there's something wrong with it. The back of it seems to be slipping off fairly easy, and this makes me worry. I start believing that this Zune HD is close to being useless and not workable anymore.

I started to get worried that $150-180 (the range amount I paid for before the price changed) at the time would be going to waste. I look at my Zune HD, and it turns on, but not the way it's supposed to be.

Instead of having a progressive loading bar starting from the bottom until it reached the top, a light blue screen that's a little smaller than the Zune's screen size pops up. Kind of like how if you have a Gamecube and have no disc, or it can't read a disk, the transparent cube shows up.

In this case, it's like that, except it's a slightly 3d-ish rectangle that's parallel to the Zune HD's standard vertical position. There's black font that states how I could pay $70 or an amount near that to repair my Zune HD, instead of having to pay $150 for it again.

I get confused, because my Zune HD is on, so why would I need to worry? Unless it was some kind of emergency feature that was built into it for this moment. Then the words transitioned to prompt me a message of something related to the Zune HD probably having contact with water before.

What???

I overhear my mother talking to my father in relation to how I expressed how pissed I was from him being pissed at me for no apparent reason. I started to block out their conversation, and proceeded to sit on the small bed next to me on the right. I decided to lie down on my back with my arms folded upwards so that my elbows face the ceiling.

I started to have random thoughts:

It's hard to verify if this was a separate dream, or all at once, so I'll just put it here and assume it was just one dream, because it had some kind of similar pattern

One noticeable one was that I was running around the HECC building at my university, and agent-Smith like DCs were coming after me. I started to run calmly and swiftly. The overally atmosphere in this environment during this speculative mindset was light gray. It felt like it would become night time soon, or that it could possibly rain.

The building that looked like the HECC building forms into something else I assume when I decided to open the glass door. There were these wooden chairs with a soft red cushion on top of the seating base.

They were all lined up, and I decided to go near them and align them at random positions to confuse the Agent Smith. I started to do random movements to dodge them. I was using my hands to do a lot of handstands and twisting and flexing my body around.

I was confusing the agents, and I'm not even sure if I have full control of my body, but I let whatever is happening happen. I think I recall at some point, either when the dream in this speculative mindset I'm in reset where I was wearing a golden eagle mask, and was doing things much faster than before.

It's hard to recall if it was a dream reset, or a part that I forgot and realized later on...

Then I had another dream shift where I thought I couldn't use the Rasengan or the Rasenshuriken, and because of this, I was annoyed, and I still felt like the agents were coming after me. From this rage, it seems I was unconscious of how I made a gesture when Naruto was trying to form the Tailed Beast Rasengan in episode 264 in the anime.

It didn't really feel heavy forming the Tailed Beast Rasengan, and I'm not sure if I'm really forming it at all, but I'm still locked into the position where I have my arms out into a circle trying to balance the heaviness.

From there, I'm not sure what happens next.

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11.11.2012

1-Q Formula (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being in a dark room, all by myself. I was most likely preparing to go to sleep, and I have a lot of recollection of thoughts of what I did in the dream, or at least implanted memories on what I could've done or didn't do at all.

Either way, the room I'm in is like the interior of an Asian mini-temple house with the light doors made of wood and paper-like material that you would have to slide horizontally to open or close. The overall color, despite of the darkness that's pretty strong here is brown, dark brown specifically.

The flooring however, is vanilla white, a bit rough since it seems to be thousands or hundreds of thousands of fine fabric perpendicularly on top of each other. As I'm going to sleep, I keep myself half-awake, and my eyes 1/4 open. Someone comes in, and it's some random blonde dream character. He gets a white paper that was on the floor at the time, and he gets a black ink ballpoint pen to write some number along with a letter equaling some kind of value.

I believe the closest association I can recall of what it could've been was:

1-Q = *insert value here*

I know for sure he had a value entered in, and while he's writing the formula, he messes up in between, but quickly scratches it and writes the formula correctly. He puts the paper down and puts his pen back in his pocket.

I'm asking my tulpa how the person looked like, and here's the image that she's giving me:

He was a teenager, or a young adult my age. He had a white cap on that was turned backwards, and he was wearing an orange shirt with red lining near the edges of the open sleeved sports jersey shirt he had on. His pants were most likely black, and he was fairly skinny.

He seemed to be around my height, give or take a few inches, and it had curly dirty blond hair, but that could've been the cap that made it looked curly. He seemed like a friendly person, despite me being creeped out he went into this room while I still had my eyes 1/4 the way opened.

That's all I recall for this one.