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08-24-2012 -- [So I've been noticing something odd. I have some dreams that I think are huge, and some dreams that seem quite short in comparison. But when I write out the basics so I don't forget, almost all of them take up the same amount of space. And when I type them in, almost half the time, the short, sweet ones are longer than the long ones. This stuff is just weird. That said, this feels like one of the longest dreams I have ever had, and it covers something like a couple of decades of time. We'll see how long it is after I type it in, though....]

This is a Harry Potter dream. Throughout the dream, I am Harry Potter, though the entire dream also takes place in less than a block of space where I grew up in Buena Park. In this dream I have been 'orphaned' as usual, same with Neville Longbottom. But Neville is five or six years older than me, and mostly raises me as a sort of big brother.

Though the whole dream was very intricate, detailed, and vivid, my mind can't manage to remember the earliest bits as anything but a haze of chases, kidnappings, running and hiding, and powerful magics. There are lots of hints of subtle warnings just before a kidnapping, so it turns into a chase, instead, and powerful accidental magics that end up injuring or killing the Death Eaters that are trying to harm us.

Much of the hiding and chasing seems to be happening around the Heinz house, and it is becoming obvious that Neville and I are very powerful. Almost an entire different level than the average witch or wizard, the difference is that obvious. Neville and I defend each other as well as ourselves, and we do a very good job of it.

A few years pass, and sometime around the age of eleven or twelve, we find and rescue my parents, James and Lily, who didn't die, as everybody thought, but were somehow captives for the last decade or so. I spend the next few years being raised by them, and my powers continue to grow. We live in the Potter Ancestral home, which is the Goodwins' place, but magically larger.

I'm standing in the living room / dining room combo, staring a long distance down the two small steps into the den (as I say, expansion charms) where a hot (in more ways than one), sweaty Lily Potter is dressed in a tight, form fitting spandex body suit, collapsed on the couch, recovering from some heavy exercise that has left her exhausted, and somehow sexually spent. I am entranced.

I use my powers to heal, refresh, and sexually recharge her, so she suddenly finds herself incredibly horny, and I back away quietly, unseen. She didn't see me, she can't know I had anything to do with it, but somehow she does, and is embarrassed and absolutely furious with me.

She's gotten a hold of my remote control (why not a wand? I don't know) and is trying to check for my finger prints to prove it was me. I don't understand the logic, but somehow I have to fake playing When the Saints Go Marching In on the piano badly (Rod Miller-style Entertainer wrong notes) when I know I could play it perfectly, to prove my innocence. She still suspects me, though.

It is a couple of months later that Neville calls an extended family meeting over at the Heinz house. As we all get together and I wonder what is going on, I suddenly realize right before they tell me. Neville is going to take over raising me again. He explains that they just aren't comfortable around me. My power levels scare them, I just don't fit in, and they want to concentrate on their new family.

In one way, in the back of my mind, I can understand. But mostly I am just hurt. Hurt, and angry. I am just about to stalk off when we are attacked by a Death Eater, and I lose it. I just wave my hand at him, and his head explodes like it was hit with a Sledge-O-Matic. Same happens to all the other Death Eaters who are attacking. For the first time ever, I let out my full power, and I am as far above Neville's level as he is above everybody else. I stalk back across the street to the Hickory house (my house) which I guess I've decided is my new home, just leaving everybody else standing there, horrified.

A few years pass, and Neville comes over to confront me. He fears I am becoming complacent, and unsafe. We're talking on the balcony of the Hickory house, perhaps three or four floors up (it's only a single story home, but as I said, expansion charms.) As we're talking, another powerful warlock attacks us. This guy would be a challenge for Neville, but I gesture, penetrate his shields, and disintegrate him. Neville tells me this is just what he is talking about. He shows me a small blue sphere, just about the size of a superball, and explains they are powerful explosives, and the guy probably planted a bunch of them around before he attacked.

I do a summoning, and sure enough, I pull together a number of the things. I banish them about a hundred feet into the air, and Neville is amazed and horrified. Horrified because at a mere hundred feet, they would still do tremendous damage. Amazed, because other than a sonic boom-like bang and a few broken windows, there is no damage. Though I never tell Neville, I contained and shielded the explosion, easily within my powers. Neville stalks off, more convinced than ever that I am over-confident and dangerous, and I am completely on my own.

A couple more years have passed, and I am now 19 or 20. The age difference between Neville and I has grown, because he now has an entire family of his own, including almost grown children. They pull me in for another family meeting, but this time we have it at my house. The Potters have a couple more kids, as does Neville, and they all arrive in a big horse-drawn wagon. [Whether this is in reference to the backward wizarding world, or a throwback to the Tales of Alvin Miller series I have been listening to for the last few weeks, I don't know.]

The Potter women start to explore the house, and as they approach the hallway leading back to the bedrooms, I sense an evil wizard or monster there. I don't even wave my hand anymore. I just think, and silently destroy the being, leaving nothing but a pattern of blood on the wall, which the ladies just assume is a part of the wallpaper.

As the Longbottoms try to situate the wagon in my living room, Neville's oldest daughter, who is just at the edge of adulthood, is bent over in a pair of loose jogging shorts, revealing a rather nice backside. I'm beginning to get ideas, and I'm hoping Neville doesn't notice me noticing.

He does. He is very forceful in pushing on me an odd binding contract written on our tongues, ordering me to stay away from his daughter. I am not very happy with him, and neither is she. But in an odd twist, much like the deal with the Devil in the Piers Anthony Incarnation books, this includes an unwritten agreement that there are no restrictions on anybody else. By the end of the dream I have a very passionate Lily Potter in my arms, no longer able to resist me, as we're just about to move on to more than kissing.

[Hey ... don't blame me. I am not into incest. Throughout this entire dream I was Harry Potter, and it was Harry's mother, not mine. If anybody is into incest, it is Harry Potter!]

08-24-2012 -- [Recently I have been concentrating on and working on my dreams. I am remembering more, writing more down, and having a few more lucid dreams. I have also noticed a marked increase in waking up, writing down long dreams, having a hard time getting back to sleep, and then finding my next dream connects to the one before. This dream was dreamed a couple of hours after The Life and Times of Harry Potter, Warlock, above, and was kind of a continuation, of sorts.]

I am still a massively powerful Harry Potter, and still living in the Hickory house, but this time I am also myself. (Last dream I was Harry Potter ... this dream it is myself as Harry Potter, if you get what I mean.) There are still hints of the sexuality and passion of the last dream, but this time without any actual touching involved.

I keep finding myself looking out the sliding glass door to the patio, sometimes even going out there, and perhaps bits of adventure, though that part I cannot remember. Suddenly, Don Dunn is there, making some kind of arrangements with me in regards to a vehicle. He isn't giving me a car, but it is still quite important, and I am quite pleased with it. Some kind of paperwork or something. Anyway, we are almost finished when he wanders off to check with somebody else about something. I wait a few seconds, then try to follow him through the house.

As I reach the living room, I glance out the sliding glass door to see a huge face appear in the sky in front of Ivanova. This thing is huge, massive, and almost psychedelically colorful, kind of a cross between the real First One this scene was reminiscent of and Galactus. It is massive, powerful, and almost entirely a psychic/mental being, rather than physical. I am wondering if this thing might be powerful enough that even I couldn't take it out.

It is warning us to get out of the area, not being pushy, but trying to protect us. An enemy First One is also here, and it is trying to keep us apart. The enemy First One attacks the friendly one, and it is also almost entirely mental/psychic, but it is shaped like a Trek shuttlecraft. The friendly being keeps the enemy drawn to itself, so we can get away.

I am still staring out the same sliding glass door, but it is now on a space ship in deep space, and I am not only myself and Harry Potter, but also Captain Sheridan, and I am wondering if Garibaldi has gotten around to betraying me yet, before I suddenly wake up in a tilting bed because one of the supports has broken again. Then I really wake up.

[Real life influences my dreams again as I just was given a car by a friend because mine broke down, but I picked it up from Don Dunn's shop. Also, the supports on my bed have broken a couple of times in the past, leaving the bed tilting with one or two corners on the ground, but when I really woke up, the bed was still holding together ... for the moment.]

08.26.2012

Sakura Haruno Driving (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember getting on a train, and as soon as I take a step to go up to the train, I take a sheet of paper and placed it parallel to the step, and then decided to put it perpendicular to the step instead. The paper had red eyes on it, and it could've been random images of Sharingans. I see someone coming on the train, and tell them to step on the piece of transparency sheet before they get on the train....I think?

I look behind me and I see Itachi from Shippuden looking at me with his Sharingan. He didn't scare me though, and I think Sasuke who wore the white samurai type of outfit in the show as well came along for the train ride.

The dream shifts, and I'm in the back seat of a windowless jeep with no roof and sides. I look to my left and the person driving the car has light pink hair, and it's Sakura Haruno.

I can't remember anything after that.

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08.26.2012

Ada Wong's Black Wings (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Lol, I can't wait to draw this dream, it's so scary, but oh so FUN! And besides, it's not everyday I have a female that makes me warm and fuzzy inside while still scaring me.

I believe I was helping someone, a male, but I can't remember the exact details on how they look. I'm helping them kill someone, and all three of us are located at a circular base.

The base has a smaller circle in between the base we're standing on, so think of it as being shaped like a donut. In the middle of that hole is water, and the outside of the outer ring also has water. The walls look like they're made of rock, and it feels like we're inside of a small section you can reach by going underwater.

As I'm moving around the base, I'm trying to shoot at someone, and when one weapon didn't work, I mentally brought up the Inventory Screen, and decided to go for the Chicago Typewriter because I believed it was the best thing I could use. Infinite ammo and rapid firing rate, surely I can kill whoever it is I'm shooting at.

After equipping it, I quickly aimed at my target, which ended up looking like Ada Wong from Resident Evil 4. I didn't have time to flinch and think about what I'm doing, because I felt I needed to shoot her for some reason. I aim the laser sights near her, and start blasting away. I kept holding the trigger, but none of the bullets are affecting her.

She's just standing there with her arms folded, looking at the ground to her left side. She's not feeling any of this, and she's wearing a red dress as well. As I'm trying to continue shooting her, she comes behind me so fast, wearing a different outfit this time, the one in the mini-game Assignment Ada from Resident Evil 4.

I turn around, and I see things in slow motion for a few seconds. She was kneeling down on the ground, and quickly rose her body up, and I saw her face close-up too. I believe she had brown eyes, and she had a neutral expression on her face.

She does some weird stuff that I can't remember, but I do know that she took off the belt I had on, along with a few mini black storage cases that were attached to the belt, and they're just placed right on the floor.

She also has black Angel wings........





and she does a leg back kick right on my stomach, I take a hard hit to the ground and look up at her. She's completely lost it, she's holding a black object with her left hand, and as I look up more to see her face, she has a sinister look on her face. She slams the object she's holding on to the wall, and tells me,

"You have 31 seconds before this place blows up."

I look at the object, and she's not joking. She quickly takes a dive into the inner ring I mentioned and disappears. Seeing that there are no viable options of escape other than to do the same thing she did, I also take a quick dive into the water without hesitation.

Holy.....

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08.26.2012

Ada Wong and My Scooter (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a very large city, though there's not a lot of people in it at all. I'm riding a scooter casually, just thinking about going forward and not looking back. In front of me was a beach with a few houses spread out.

For some reason, I wanted to go to one of those houses, and as I'm pushing my feet off the ground to accelerate the scooter, I feel as if someone's following me. I turn around, and I see someone in a red dress, and it takes me a few seconds to get an idea of who it is.

It's the same dream figure that looked like Ada Wong from RE4 again. I quickly turned back, hoping she didn't see me stop and turn to see her there. She was really far away from me, she was literally on the horizon behind me if that makes any sense. I could feel that she was a bit calmer than her direct and dominant behavior from before, but I couldn't help but feel worried.

I try my best to calm down and continue riding my scooter, still feeling pressured to take a few more glances back to see if she's gone by now. I could've just dropped the scooter and run as fast as I could, but I was worried that it would make things worse for me. I'm still maybe quarter of a mile from reaching the random house I want to go into, and I have a sidewalk path that looks weird.

All I can say is that it looks curvy, and that there were several paths for me to ride on. I turn back quickly and find Ada's a little closer than before, probably a quarter mile closer than before. Okay...no problem, just turn my head, and keep riding the scooter.

The feelings of fear kept growing and growing, and all I wanted to do was get away from her because of what she did to me in the last dream. I ride a little faster, and then decided I should go to a random path instead of going to the house near the beach-like area.

I take a random path to the right, and then turned back to find Ada is even closer than before, maybe 50 feet or so close to me. This prompts me to just forget the scooter and run like hell. I realized by now that whenever I stop to look back to her, she stops as well.

I go to an area where there are barely any sidewalks, and I tried thinking of some place to teleport, because I felt that if I stayed for a few seconds more in this area, Ada would be right behind me. I'm seeing things in third person by this point, and I see a light green poof of smoke appear when I disappeared.

When that happens, I see random image of Penny Proud from the show "The Proud Family." The image starts to distort and then it blanks out and starts repeating itself randomly and makes the sound of, "D-d-d-d-ddd-dd-dd-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dd-d" like a broken record or something.

I think the last dream was to get me to pay attention to her, and when I dived into the water to go into this dream, she was a lot calmer and didn't have any intention of trying to attack me. It's just me being afraid of her. Wish I was braver and stopped to see if she wanted to say something to me.

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08.26.2012

6 Paper Towels (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm walking around in a random area, and I believe I'm asking random dream characters for help on where to go find some people I wanted to meet. Most of them showed me a path to follow, like following a lighted path, or that I would have to look for a door with a blue stream of ink running along from top to bottom.

I do all of that and eventually go into two people's houses where they wanted my 6 Paper Towel rolls. I didn't know why they needed them, other than for obvious reasons, but after they were typing on the computer for a little bit, it turns out that these 6 Paper Towels are valuable.

Like $6 a stack, and without thinking at all, I'm shocked and was angry that I basically gave them something that would've gotten me a lot of money. They smirk for a little while, and I count the stacks they made. I had trouble counting...so much for reality check there, but then again, the stacks were kind of misaligned that it was easy to confuse two stacks to be one.

I counted 10 in total, that's $60 for paper towel stacks.....LOL. I re-counted, but didn't bother to remember if I counted right or wrong. I finally asked one of them how many pieces of paper is considered a stack. I can't remember what they declared exactly, maybe 20-30 are considered stacks, but whatever amount it was, it made the value less than $60.

I think they were selling this stuff on eBay, even though I didn't check, it just felt like it.

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08.26.2012

Izanami and Tobi's Love? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I recall reading some kind of site that looks like the Naruto Wikia, and there's things about Izanami. One thing that really gets my attention is how Tobi claims he has an ability that is so powerful and deadly, that he doesn't want to use it, because he fears that it would affect others and that he wants a world of love and not war.

LOL.

I see a picture of Tobi wearing the mask when he has both the Rinnegan and Sharingan, there's other link that I could've clicked, but decided not to. It had some stuff that looked out of the norm, but that should've tempted me to click on them though.

Eh.

Oh and 42 days of a dream recall streak starting from 7/15/12

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsss let's keep this up!!!!!

I'm eating at a restaurant with my dad. I don't recall what I was eating but remember that it only cost $12 and that I was drinking water.

We then to to some kind of festival. I think it is a music festival.

Now I am at a toy store with dad and G. I am a little girl again. Toys are scattered all over the floor.

08-26-2012 -- This one is all over the place! Starts out in an old, spooky house. Might well be Grimmauld Place, as there seem to be two small beings running around, one that is friendly, and one that isn't. Almost certainly Dobby and Kreature. I'm wandering through the place, looking for secret passages and just exploring, but doors don't always lead the same places, and Kreature is dangerous.

I've already been given one ticking package which I've disarmed, but eventually I'm given another, rather lackadaisically wrapped, that is addressed to some sort of princess. It is a birthday present, but it is also ticking, and is probably also a bomb. Somehow I can't unwrap it and disarm it, though, because the present isn't for me.

Things shift here, as I have a package, and I find I must deliver it. I have no car, anymore, so they have teamed me up with another driver. We've driven a ways south, but not a huge amount. Perhaps Melbourne or Sebastian, not as far as something like Fort Pierce. Problem is, we're being sent to a huge complex with one address for the whole thing, and no instructions where to go. I think I've been here once before, years ago, and have a vague memory, but not enough.

Find a place to pick something up (seems like Idexx samples, and since the driver I seem to be working with in now Francisco, this makes sense), and so we start to head back to town, and soon we split up. I find myself at home, and I am listening to some kind of recording of the trip, and hear really subtle clues that tell me there were two place we had to pick up samples, and we only got one. Now I have to start planning a trip back. But since I no longer have a car, and need a new job, I'm also planning places I can stop for job interviews.

As I am about to hit the road anyway, I get a frantic phone call from Francisco. He's broken down or run out of gas or something, and is asking me to please hurry out to where he is to solve the problem. I explain we also need to go back to the first stop, and soon I am on my way. I'm on a freeway, driving along, though I'm not sure what I'm driving. My mind just doesn't focus on it. Eventually I am on a small scooter, though.

I hear a light honk and glance over to see an old, somewhat rusty, large red pickup truck, being driven by Amy Fikes. She's driving back to West Palm Beach, saw me, and wanted to wave. Soon I'm near a large brown van which is being driven by Joe Shirely, and he tells me he was meeting with Amy, and has pictures to share for the web site.

The traffic and fumes are getting to me on the scooter, and I take an offramp that for some reason is backed up. There is an accident ahead of me, and as I wait for things to clear up, I try and open a pack of donuts, but the bag tears, and chocolate donuts fall everywhere. As I am trying to pick them all up, some people from the car or truck behind me come up looking to assist anyone who is hurt. I tell them I'm healthy, and they look at all the donuts as if to say "yeah, right!"

They ask me how long I think I am going to stay healthy, and I just have this very odd feeling, and say "not very long. Watch yourselves." Suddenly there is a slight trembling, then the offramp we're on starts to break up and crash to the ground. We've fallen 15 or 20 feet, but nobody is seriously injured, just some minor cuts and bruises. From the offramp collapse, you'd expect an earthquake, but actually I soon see signs of a sinkhole that took out the supports. Soon we're all on our way again.

I continue further south and soon arrive at a mid-sized office building. Think it is at least three or four floors, but nothing much taller. I walk in the ground floor and start looking for an elevator, as the place I want is on the second floor, and I stumble into an office where Anne is working. She is dressed professionally, but in a red dress that is actually quite attractive, and shows off nice legs. She's not glad to see me, but I explain I have the wrong office, and was just looking for the elevator. I hear it through the wall as she points, and quickly leave.

I get in the elevator, and find myself sharing it with the family from the offramp. We all end up in the same office, and the family is there to begin setting up presentation equipment for a major party or event. Everybody is their group have small black patches around their eyes, spots where blood has pooled under the skin from blows from the collapse. I assume I probably have the same, but explain I am not with them, I'm here for a job.

They direct me to another room, where I find myself with two balloon artists working on some intricate and finely detailed small sculptures. They assume I am here to audition for the balloon gig at the party, and I didn't even know about that option. I was here about a normal job. Unfortunately they are not hiring for the normal position, and I'm not up to the skill level of the others (nor do I have my balloons with me) so the balloon gig is out, as well. Soon I'm just trying to find a way out of the building before I run into Anne again.

We are walking on this dark street, I think we are finding a food to eat. We are three people I forgot who they are but surely know them well. We came across this many gambling store, this lady on dress who looks like she is an ice cream vendor on her cute outfit rather a gambling master ask us to try our luck. my two friends tried but they failed, the lady ask if i want to try and I said yes. She said that if the numbers stops at 49 i will won 35,000 pesos which is a huge amount of money. and she also told us that a while ago there is a lucky winner of the amount which she named as my auntie. I press the machine and it slowly change from 48 to 49 which intitled me to won 35,000 pesos . While signing the papers to claim my winning money, I quickly think of on how to divide my money 30k goes to my mom and that and the others I will keep. When we are about to leave I saw my uncle, if he knows that I won he will surely ask for money and think of my other uncle's and family member too whom I will share my winning money too.
Next Setting :
I went to school keeping my money to my bag, and saw my teacher sir leo. he scolded me why I came late to school and my other classmates is already eating their lunch at the canteen. I told him that I went to eat and because I'm already hungry that I cannot concentrate on his lesson, I said sorry and went to the canteen.
Next Setting :
My brother and I went to this huge house, it was almost a park with a house and the family that is leaving their is sure is very rich and wealthy. All I remember is that the children of that family (a boy and a girl) ask us if we could accompany them to this house. We agreed, they ask us to change formal clothes. We ride with this vehicle, it was a beautiful vintage like car with soft and thick interior inside and a wide chair, the chair looks like a bench and the window is looks like a vintage windows of cars. I told them that they have a very beautiful car. They also have driver, and we are their sitting comfortably at the back while the girl is sitting in front. The boy and my brother is talking, laughing and sharing jokes. I can't remember what they are talking. I ask the driver if we could drop by the optical shop so i could fetch joey's mom eye glasses, we stop at the narrow street and ask the sales lady if the glasses is already done. the sales lady said no. It was a almost dark hour, and i waited for the glass to finish. That was then I heard a loud scream came to this creepy house at the back of the optical shop, the street change in to old looking street with trees and old houses. I went to the house, the car is still their parking in front of the house. I can't remember clearly but their is this old woman on the CR and a girl on her twenties on the only room of the house with a man on her side. She has long black hair, a tall girl who wears a white fitted blouse and an ankle length skirt. she salivate and smells bad. she has this burn on her face that looks creepy and scary. the girl on the bathroom ask us to leave immediately. she keeps on babbling something i can't figure out, she has now a small boy on her side. I ask the boy to leave with me but he doesn't move. my brother is now calling me and the lady is near us. so i run to the door stairs but the lady with a burn on her face stops me and laugh a creepy laugh. She said that its now time to pass this mask to me, she remove the mask to her face. I can't run even if I tried to and she keeps on laughing and laughing and when she already removed the mask she put it on my face and it smells bad. the boy beside her call her mocha, i don't know why. haha!

Class Policies

I come to class early and run into "Cameron," a high school acquaintance. He tells me about a sort of email writing group that the teacher, Mr. G, runs. Students write in with philosophical and spiritual questions, then the group discusses what the answers might be. Recently, Mr. G has re-forwarded a lot of those questions, saying that people tend to spend a long time thinking about them then forget to reply, and that it's time to revitalize the discussion group. In particular, Cameron opens up a web page that looks a lot like the "check subscriptions" page on the DV forums. There are two threads in the inbox, both of which have been resurrected by Mr. G. But the most recent post before him was from like 2006, so Cameron and I laugh about how ridiculously old they are.

With a jolt, I notice that it's past time for class to have started, and I should be in my seat. I snatch my backpack from the floor and speedwalk down the long table in the middle of the room until I find an open seat, hyper-conscious of how disruptive I'm being. But when I sit down, I realize that Mr. G isn't here yet. Also, the long table at which I'm sitting has been covered with equally long, yellow venetian blinds, which apparently have been removed from the windows along one side of the classroom. (Through these windows, the inside hallway is visible.) I'm surprised no one's gotten rid of the blinds yet. I decide this must be a psychological experiment. Mr. G's trying to see if anyone will point out how strange it is to have venetian blinds for a tablecloth, or if instead we'll all just sit around waiting for someone else to speak up first. Well then. I get up and start rolling up the blinds (lengthwise), and before long others start helping me, and we finish that job. Then I ask an older woman if the proper way to store venetian blinds is to continue to roll up the blinds the other way, like a sleeping bag. She says yes, so I do. I hand the roll (which is not much larger than a dinner plate) to one of the other students.

Then Mr. G arrives. He takes the roll and starts hanging up the blinds over the windows. Oops. I guess that's what we should have done. I take the other half of the blinds and try to help by hanging those up. There are two rubber hooks which I have to snap over a pole above the window, similar to a shower rod. The pole is a bit higher that I can comfortably reach, and it takes some force to get the hook onto the pole. But I see this only as a challenge, and after some jumping and stretching, I manage to hang the blinds. Belatedly I realize that this may itself have been a psychological test, testing how stubborn I am about doing things myself when it would be easier with assistance.

Mr. G starts talking about class policies. There are only four big rules, which he calls "domains." They're all pretty standard for high school classrooms; stuff along the lines of, "Listen when the teacher is speaking." He shows us a well-designed, colorful poster of four students arranged in a diamond, each demonstrating one of the four rules. He also points out that the only reason he has rules at all is for the symbolism of it. If he makes rules, it establishes him as a leader of the class, and that's what allows society to function. Interesting.

Frags:

• I thought I wrote down a few other dreams, but those must all have been false awakenings. One of those dreams I debated whether to "censor" using spoiler tags, but then I decided it wasn't necessary.

DJ Log: August 26, 2012 – 5:30AM (USA Pacific)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am running around on an elevated wooden raceway, playing some kind of ball game with a few other players. The raceway has several broken boards which reveal a large canyon underneath. There are a few buildings which the track passes through. The track has a short rail along the edge in some areas, but drops off into the canyon in others. We are knocking tennis balls down the track with golf clubs, trying to avoid dropping the balls into the canyon.

At one point, my ball jumps off the track and lands in a pile of junk in the corner of a building. When I climb over to get it, I find that it is balanced on the center of a small board with openings on both sides. I give it a whack and it rolls up and out of the building. I run after the ball to find that it rolled around the building and landed in a large field beside the building. I hear one of the other players say, “Nice shot!”

Fragments:
1.
Was in my house and new people were moving in. Some of them had complaints about the place and they had their families and friends helping them. I got angry at my friend because she deposited two checks of mine but then my receipt showed that I was losing money. I then threw her bowl with fruit against the kitchen wall and stormed upstairs. When I got upstairs I was in a mansion and I was watching Harry Potter auditions on television but none of the actors matched real life. I missed my girlfriend who was downstairs and wondered what she thought of my angry outburst. She was gone but she had cleaned up my mess.
2.
I was in Seaside. I was waiting for a friend. I kept calling/texting him and he kept saying that he was on his way. He wasn't showing up though and when I tried calling him again, it went to voicemail. He was at a pizza place. I met him finally later in a river setting. It changed into an indoor pool. It gets hazy. My high school girlfriend was there. He was mad or jealous of me because I had more free time than him. It turned into a bar. I was trying to talk to the bartender and the other customers.
3.
I happened upon a group of people. They were playing a game outside. I asked to join. I just remember the rules. We had to make a meal for the group but do it more slowly than any other person. I guess the game was a test of patience. I remember thinking how stupid it sounds and I didn't want to play. This dream occurred in the middle of the night. I woke up, thought it was a stupid dream not worth writing down. I was tired.

I was in the neighborhood of my grandparent. However his house wasn't his, it was the schools house. In front of the house there was a lady who was jailed in her own house.

We were there hanging out, until we realize that the girl in front was released. She was a very dangerous woman and our safety was at risk. Of course we were mad that she was released but we were also scared, but i made myself of courage and went there to confront her. As everyone on the neighborhood ignored her and treated her as shit, she began to prepare vengeance plans. Therefore when i went to talk to her she didn't receive me well, actually there was something on the floor (which i couldn't see) that was thrown as a catapult and exploded. She threw that into one house far of me, just to warn me that i have to stay far from her, but i refused to listen, and now i was even more mad at her since now she prove to be a dangerous person. Although i was mad, i went back to my house, and "half an hour" later i went back there to destroy that invinsible catapult (destroying the whole house was my idea). She wasn't home at that time, but i could see her coming. She saw me and started running towards the catapult, damn it. Of course i ran towards my house again but this time she started throwing proyectiles. They were absolutely tiny and acted as granades, having a delay of about 5 seconds to explode. She threw one and waited it to explode before she threw another, that gave me time to run away from the big explosions. However at the last ones the explosions were more quickly and at that time i was tired, since i had to run from about 10 explosions. Then she stopped, and this time i got the message, i wouldn't bother her again. When she stopped i became lucid, but it was too late because i woke up.

They were filming some kind of movie in a swaminarayan temple. The people that never been to the temple was giving a tour of the place. I followed them saying yes the temple really is great. Then one of the guys there looked at me like if its so great then why don't you come. In my head I thought its great but not for me.
We are hanging out in a the shrine area then all of a sudden a Tibetan nun walks in the room and bows to a beautiful beautiful Buddha shrine. I thought this is my path. The hindu followers also bowed out of respect for holy beings. Then mahakala appeared and started to dance on top of a living person. If the person would move he would pretend to stab it with a sword and make it stop. I thought this is really incredible.

I was telling a group of people that the only way we are going to survive is if we all come together. Most of the people there did not take me seriously.

I was in this magical forest like area. Things were floating around as if I was in the coral reef. This girl came to protect from the many unfamiliar creatures. I thought wow this place is so vivid and has so much clarity as if the place it self were shining. I got into a car with a group of people. The driver drove off a stair set we flipped but that girl again prevented us from flipping on the roof.

Fragment about daughter tearing paper from a book.
I wake up from some dream about work. Who cares? I DEILD. I have been trying all night I actually fell aleep the last time wondering why sometime it is easy and sometimes I just cant.

I feel the sp and wait for it to "even out". It feels just about time to try to get up so I smoothly and easily was able to imagine my legs moving over the bed and then stand up. Once I stand up I am in the dream. This time I was blind again but I have learned to handle that. I slowly try to open my eyes. Nope I see ceiling. I forgot I was not in the bed room at the time and didn't realize I could see the living room ceiling. But all that mattered was it was not my dream eyes I opened. I am way too excited. I remember to relax as if I am in meditation.

OK. So I just felt the walls. I have been wanting to enter the full length mirror on the closet door as a way out. I stabilized my focusing on the feeling in my hands. Thank you Sivasion and Dream Yoga class. I felt the door frame of the bathroom since thats what I would have been facing if I was in my bedroom. I remind you I was not. I just find that funny that I forgot. Anyway, I felt left from there until I felt the smooth surface of the mirror and the egdes of the trim. Not being able to see made is so much eaiser than I had expected. I just stepped through like it was a cut out in the door. I forgot to think of where I was going. I just wanted to see.

I found my self standing in the doorway from the bedroom to the dining/living room. I can see. I see my brother walking through. I was shocked and was not expecting this and the scene goes black. I think no. SEE! I focus on seeing the room again. It reappears like someone turning on a light from a dimer switch. I am way too excited again. I remember to relax as if I am in meditation.
I focus on the walls. I see the walls of the living are covered with hundreds of hats. I focus on that for a bit. I see a Yellow ball cap with a green "T" on it and trimmed white around. I have no idea what team that is and I don't care.
I walk right and see my brother.
I say HEY WHATS UP MY BROTHA?
Hey bro whats up?
Im dreaming! I clap my hand and spin around and say, "yeah!" Fist pump.
I feel fading and I am so fucking excited. I have to stabilize again. relax. My mind relaxes some just like meditation.

I focus on the walls again. I see a lot less hats now. "Hey where did all the hats go?" I am truly upset that I can't find the hats. I look and try to make the appear. OK never mind. I had real goals. OK. The competition. I'll do my 3 step. I already did flying. OK lets do TK. I look around. There is this table with a bunch of dirty glasses and other stuff... I dont know. I see a one liter plasic bottle of what looks like Dr. Pepper. I focus on that. It is half full. I try to make it move to my hand. Nothing. I try harder. Nothing. Then I hear the words of wizard Sageous (From another LD) "You can do it if you believe it." OK I believe I can do it. I really take that to heart. I relax my mind a bit and just allow it to flow. It comes straight to my hands. Yes! I drop it and now it looks like a plasic wine glass. I push it around with TK. I try to make it float and shoot off fast but can't. I try for more advananced TK. I look at the hats on the walls. I try to imagine them all shooting off at once. I lift my arms in the air and bring them together but nothing happens. Hmmm maybe that really is too advanced. (I didn't believe Matthew 17:20 )

OK what else was I going to do? Basic summon. I just try to do the same thing I did last time but now I am losing focus. I reach in my back pocket for a flash light but it is like I am pretending. It is getting dark again. I dont feel it or see it. I make a click noise with my mouth when I push the button. But wait. I did do it. I see a beam of light in the darkness and I feel something in my hand. I think misson accomplished. The darkness takes over my light and the dream fades. (I forgot to stabilize)

I have a false awakening. I am in my bed alone. It is bright and sunny from the window. I am trying to record my dream on my phone. Then it turns into being on some quilt on my bed. All of the memory from the LD is recorded on my quilt. Now I just remember fragments from the dream befor the LD. I am trying to touch a send text knitted on but it won't work. Then the kids come and jump all over me and and bed. I freak out. Noooooooo! I will forget my dream get of go away. Just give me a few minutes. I say go and I mean it go. They finaly leave. Now for some reason I safty pinning my phone to the quilt thinking that will fix things. I wake up suddenly.

Thinking About My Dream

It was a very bright, sunny day. I was driving down the road. On my left was a chain link fence surrounding my friend J. F.'s back yard. He was also with to women who I believe were his sisters. They were all shirtless, fat, and sweaty. The ladies may not have been shirtless, but all I saw was skin.

One of the women commented to me or to one of her sisters that she thought I had held out a badge and that I was the sheriff. She started laughing.

Dream Skip

I'm in a building. It may be an office building, but it wasn't formal. The floor had blue carpet with a strange design in white.

I was with a couple people still. One may have been B. L. I'll say it was. B. L. Went into an elevator around a corner, and came out an elevator on my side of the corner. I brought this up to him. While he didn't think much of it, I pondered that for a while.

I kept thinking about the carpet in this building and that elevator. I kept saying how strange it was, and then it dawned on me that I was dreaming.

Now I'm with my cousin M. B. and I yelled out to him, "I'm dreaming!" I thought to my self, "It's lucid time." I was going down stairs so I took the wall. I ran along the wall to get to the lower flight.

I made it outside. I was going to follow the sidewalk outside, but decided to jump a fence. There was metalwork at the top of the fence. As I jumped over the fence my fingers got caught in the metalwork. My fingers were bending and I thought I would break them but I thought I better pass through as I might pass through a door, and my fingers did pass through without harm.

I saw a girl at the top of a flight of steps. I went up to her and started talking to her. I tried to make conversation until I could take my pants off. Then she did a back-bend. I said, "Are you in gymnastics?" She said "No." I was having a little trouble with my pants, but I put my groin up to her face. She didn't fight at all. The only thing is she wasn't that cute, so I decided to run and look for someone else. Flying would be fun anyway.


I ended up waking up. I had to go to the bathroom, but our cat and dog were making a racket also. I hope that's why I woke up.

[COLOR="royalblue"]Non-Aware (Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="blue"]Partially Aware (Lucid Dream)[/COLOR] - [COLOR="navy"]Fully Aware and Vivid (Astral Projection(OOBE)[/COLOR]

I went to bed late and knew that I wouldn't remember much dreams for the early night, although I might have a chance with the later morning dreams. I went to sleep 23:39

[COLOR="royalblue"]After I fell back to sleep in the morning I had a dream where I see two girls, but for some reason I could see a slightly red color on the edges of one of the girl's head. And on the other girl the edge was green.
I wondered what was happening then I see man come in to the room with a cat wearing black latex and a top hat
o. O

He told me he was going to teach me Remote Viewing and seeing auras. I didn't trust him or at least I was a little afraid of him so I went to his office to look for papers or information of who he was. Although he caught me in the act and told me to follow him. He said he wanted me to meet someone.

I then hear a voice from unknown direction saying "Close your eyes". "Imagine being on a traveling train seated in a blu chair." I did and saw it very clearly. "Good your almost there, can you see me waving my hand?" the voice said.
I saw a brown haired woman waving in my vision and then she said "Now your here!". And I was on that train.
"You are now in the dream" she said. "You see that guinea-pig on that table? Concentrate and you can understand what it is saying.". I looked on it and saw something glowing from it's legs and the woman told me to perceive it's energy.

Then I hear a voice "Hey you there. Haha I can talk and you understand me!". I looked in shock and so did the rest of the people on the train. The guinea-pig stood up on two legs and was as crazy as the guinea-pig in the movie "Doctor Dolittle."[/COLOR]

Then I woke up and I had my eyes closed. I heard a ringing tone and it kind of sounded like the sound you hear when you yawn, but higher pitch and louder. But it wasn't constant it came in bursts like an alarm clock. I thought to myself that it might be a biological alarm clock (not realizing until now how crazy that idea was). Then I opened my eyes and the sound slowly faded away. The time was now 03:28

I had more dreams after this, but I didn't noted them because I at the time didn't considered them as important x.x