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Dream 1:

I am at the mall shopping for a gift for my wife. I decide to skimp on the gift on purpose and to surprise her with a vacation later. Everyone thinks I am a loser because I don't get her a present. I buy her another ring she wants.

Dream 2:

I am in my backyard having a pre-wedding party. There is weed hidden all over the yard. PH from work is there and gives me a huge handshake. I am out on the lawn and I see all of teh clouds in the sky get pulled down to the ground a few miles away. The clouds then explode into a mushroom cloud. I yelled "mushroom cloud!" and tell everyone to get inside. I knew that a war was starting so I frantically look for my wife. I felt like the radiation from the blast would hit at any moment and we would die, then I woke up.

I can get up to the HIs but it gets tricky after this, I start to fade into sleep and then I kind of wake up again and I'm back to the step before the HI. I've had the transition stage before, but that was before I started looking into LDs. So I should shoot for that same feeling. I'm counting myself into it, and it seems to work, but I trail off after the HI stage and become less focused. This is tricky, but at least this is progress I can actively control. I'll keep trying.

I've done alot of reading up on it and I've been telling myself to master DILDs first. But after this month I've had a change of heart. I'm going to master both WILDs and DILDs I need more control over my sleeping pattern and I'm truthfully (and regrettably) becoming impatient with the results that DILD is producing alone. I would either have an LD and then lose all of the minimal control that I already have by doing something stupid and extravagant (Like a Kamehameha wave). I'd rush the LD, or I'd become too exited and go into a free falling tailspin and get knocked so hard that i'm in twilight. And I have no say about what happens because of my excitement. So I'm going to preform and try WILDs every night before sleep (which I know is a no no; it should be 4 to 5 hours into sleep) until I get it. I already have some knowledge of what a partial WILD is because I've been up to the hallucination level more than once. But I used to get freaked out and wonder if I was going crazy because I'd hear voices so many times. So if anyone has any comments, criticisms, questions, concerns, let me know because I'm going into this head first, and I'm not stopping. Until I can do both or at least one of them.

Alright...Writing this halfway through the day, but I can recall just as much as I did 5 minutes after waking.

Demon Dog
This dog comes in our house, on a leash, from someone..I only saw that hand that gave the leash to me. It is apparently an artifact from the show Warehouse 13, I get some story of how it used to belong to this old dead guy(lol, inside joke about my pastor), so I grab the leash, and close the door. This dog was medium to large size, pitbull looking face, all black, but looked pretty nice. However, it went mean whenever you did something..forget what. I think it was either pride, or lying. Anyway, I screwed up, and the dog bit me as hard as it could, four to five times in the arm, leaving me in serious pain, then it calmed back down, and was happy again. I bring it to my mom's room, she screws up, then the dog goes after her. I, remembering the pain grab the dog by the collar, hold it back, then that dream ends as far as I am aware.

Wagon Bible Study
I am on this wagon(kind of like a school bus with no roof, hard to explain), and the guy in front is talking about something from the Bible, I am listening intently, and very interested in what is going on, we go around a corner to a rich neighborhood, and as I am listening, I see this mountain, with orange things on it. I first assume it is like prisoners up there for some reason(like in bright orange jumpsuits, you know?), but I look closer, and it is like a bunch of orange flags..I turn my attention back to the road we are on, and I see one person checking their mail, and another who was raking their lawn, we stop here, and the guy keeps talking, meanwhile both the people outside are listening to us. I remember having a short conversation with the man raking leaves, but I don't remember what any of the conversations were. I think there was more to this dream, but I cannot remember.

Two dreams recalled, two nights in a row! Pretty cool, but no lucids yet, and both feel like fragments. The Wagon dream seems like it had a level of vivid-ness to it, specially the mountain. I also believe the fact that the person was talking about the bible may have something to do with the amazing conversation I listened to last night with a person who thought he was a real Christian-ly person, but was living so in the world, and someone answering questions about it, guiding him to what really matters. My recall seems to be getting better!

They thought I stole the iphone, it was in Africa then lp's bday party i hid everything. Gma called in missing wanting me to go with her as well as flow mom called back cuz I missed it. I was joining a rap group Latroy and other girls/ bri and jazI had to rap. Chose to rap about dreams saying the lamp etc. They were digging it and snapping their fingers. I had to use a shovel for tryouts and I missed the toe dance for 10 mins until i messed up. mean girl tried to help out, giving me tips. Asked people to show me it cuz I got there late. Said I went to bathroom at lp's house. Closet in africa they let me open I expected they would think I would steal the iPhone and proved them all wrong.

In real life I hate watching football but I dreamt of thinking about buying season tickets. I thought if I could go every game I would start to enjoy it.

I was with darius in some football field. There was alot of people and I was feeling pretty good about my self. This guy was giving free tickets to some concert. I thought I have to get some so me and my girlfriend can go. I ran over and he handed me two ticket 4 and 5.

Then the concert appeared it was a band that my I knew my girlfriend would like. I thought it is strange how my mind can come up with all of this So at this point I seemed to be semi lucid.

[I must have woken up after just about every REM cycle last night. Not sure how I pulled that one off.]

Soiree

Some of my cousins arrive for a function my family is hosting. They brought cupcakes--chocolate and one other flavor. They ask which flavor I prefer, because somehow the arrangement of cupcakes in the baking tin will reflect the seating chart for the event. I reply, "Probably chocolate."

I've agreed to contribute to the evening's entertainment by playing a short (two page) piano solo by Gershwin. I know I haven't played piano in ages, but everything on those two pages looked sightreadable when I glanced over it a while ago. However, when Dad discovers my plan, inexplicably he freaks out. I guess he's really concerned that I'll embarrass myself in front of the relatives. It's annoying, though. In fact, Dad's been annoying me a lot lately. For instance, he's recently gotten it into his head that he should learn to play piano himself, and he expects me to sit down with him to prepare piano duets. That does not sound like fun at all.

The previous group finishes performing, and now it's my turn. I figure the crowd is busy socializing, and they won't mind if I take a minute to look at some of the tougher chords. But to my horror, I open the music and discover a third page. What I thought was the end of the music is just a thin double bar! The third page isn't unplayable, but it has a lot of fast arpeggios over several octaves which will be very, very difficult to sightread. I probably should have taken a closer look at this. I start to feel uncomfortable about the amount of time I've delayed, now; the audience is probably getting impatient.

John Green the Sponsor

I've just finished TAing for today for a two-week class for math teachers in primary education. I and the teacher for the class spend a few moments calculating in percentages how close we are to finishing the class. It's towards the end of the second week.

It's dark outside as I walk through the quadrangles on my way home. On the way, I pass someone who looks exactly like John Green! I didn't know he was in Chicago! But I pass him without getting the courage to ask for an autograph. Mere steps later I consider turning around to chase after him, but I don't.

Inside a building, I run into one of my students from a previous summer math program. We talk for a bit, but we both have to be getting somewhere, so he leads the way out of the building. The building's door is rather heavy, and I feel bad that he tries to hold it for me. The pathway outside is narrow. I follow it into a smallish quad that's packed with people. I learn that it's called "Jones Quad," and it's a popular after-hours gathering place for students. I also know that I've been this way before. A girl from my house waves at me from inside a pack of her friends. I wave back--rather saucily, to my own surprise (namely, by lifting my left hand and repeatedly bending and unbending the last two knuckles of each finger simultaneously). Someone else waves at me, but I don't recognize her, and she makes a disappointed grimace. I run into someone else from my house and we remark upon how many housemates seem to be on campus tonight, despite the fact that it's the middle of summer.

It occurs to me that the John Green I saw might just have been a very close look-alike to the famed vlogbrother. I decide that I should go find him again and look more closely. As I wander around, something weird happens with the lights and the music in the building, and I guess that must mean it's about to close down for the night. No one seems in a hurry to leave, though. When I come back a few minutes later, everyone's still there, though they leave soon thereafter.

Back outside, I walk around a street corner and see a pizza place across the street. On a screen above the building, an advertisement plays. It's this same John Green guy. He's basically sponsoring the pizza place. I guess the pizza company must have heard about the Pizza John shirt and decided to capitalize on it. I still can't decide if the guy is actually John Green, though. It seems unlikely that he would do something so commercial.

Locker Checkout

It's the Saturday after finals week, and I'm trying to do my last bit of packing before going home. I've been storing some stuff in a locker on campus, so I head over to the building to pick it up. To my dismay, the building is locked. Apparently Friday was the last day to remove your belongings from this building. I spend a few minutes mentally cursing the idiot who thought that was a good idea, but then I decide I'd better try to do something about the situation. Using cleverness, I'm able to reach the first of my two lockers, which contains a fairly new car battery. I've been switching this one in and out with my car's old battery. Only, it seems like doing the swap would be a fairly complicated operation, and I can't remember ever having done it before. Oh, well. I must have known how at some point, and it's just been so long that it's slipped my mind temporarily. It'll come back, I'm sure. I put the battery in my backpack.

Unfortunately, the second locker is definitely unreachable. I check the building's hours, and unfortunately it won't open again until long after I've left town. By that time, they'll probably have thrown out my stuff. "My stuff" includes my Tae Kwon Do uniform, so I definitely don't want this to happen. Then I suddenly notice a sign on the window proclaiming the location and hours of this department's interim office. It's open today! Until 4:00! I hurry in that direction, checking the time. It's 4:11. Just my luck. Well, maybe there will still be someone around. My mom hurries to follow me.

I enter my target building to find a stark concrete entryway with stairs going both up and down, and hallways going in a few different directions. For a moment I'm disoriented, until I remember that the interim office is in a basement room. I go down the stairs, which twist and turn a few times before depositing me in a hallway only slightly more furnished than the original one. Along the wall to my right, dozens of cardboard boxes have been haphazardly stacked. Incredulous at my good fortune, I run down the row of boxes until I find one that's been labeled with my initials: last initial first, then first. Opening the box, I find my Tae Kwon Do uniform, along with everything else that's supposed to be there. Well, that's a relief. But I should probably talk to someone before taking it, else they'll think I stole it, and I'll be in trouble when I come back next term.

I continue down the hallway into the interim meeting room, which is actually a concert hall. That's kind of funny, but unfortunately I don't see anyone in the room except a female custodian up on stage setting up the ghost light. I turn back and try searching the hall in the other direction. I manage to flag down a dark-haired woman just on her way out the door. She seems to know me from somewhere, and it turns out she's coincidentally the one who's been answering my questions over email about Study Abroad. She tells me she's not the one to talk to about locker checkout. Fortunately, she says that the right woman to talk to is still in her office; it's right back there in the direction I've been going.

Wading

It's the day after finals week, but some of us are still hanging around to hang out. A girl from my high school class invites me to visit the forest with a group of friends.

"What forest?" I ask. You'd think I'd know the forests around here by now, so I'm a bit embarrassed by my question. Oh well.

She replies with the name of the forest, which I don't recognize. I agree to come anyway, and we head out. Soon after, we enter a restaurant on the outskirts of campus. While we eat, some housemates start planning what they're going to do to earn points for a big school competition which started today. For instance, apparently this restaurant (or the hotel it's a part of) is a sponsor for the event, so you get a points multiplier for eating here. I wonder why it was decided to hold the event after the end of Autumn Quarter, when there are so few people around. Vaguely I recall that it has to do with avoiding conflict with a big Study Abroad event happening in the middle of Spring Quarter, but that still doesn't explain why they didn't decide to do it during Winter. Oh well.

We leave the restaurant. Most of the group is heading back to campus from here, but I take a different path, one that leads toward the forest. At some point, I'll have to cut across the grass. But the grass is actually flooded quite deeply with water. The water's clear, but due to refraction it's difficult for me to tell quite how deep it is. Would this be an okay place to wade across? Tentatively, I start lowering my foot into the water. But even by the time the water reaches the top of my knee-high waterproof boots, I still haven't touched bottom. I retract my foot.

My friends are calling to me from across the water, telling me to go around the way they did. Yeah, their way was probably smarter. Meanwhile a boy from the group that decided to stay on campus is trying to tell me not to wade across anywhere, because it's all too deep. But I don't listen to him, and when I try the route my other friends suggested, the water's only about a foot deep.

All three of us are in werewolf form (from Skyrim) with the silver pelt and claws of an Ancient Behemoth (from Heroes III). I splash up to them and I attempt a growl. It is rather feeble, and one of the girls giggles. I introduce myself to her, and she shakes my hand, although she points out that she thinks we've met before. "No doubt we have," I reply.

Jumping Ahead

My dad and I have been taking turns playing a 3-D platform game while one of my high school friends watches. The gameplay of this game is a lot like rock climbing. You have to move each arm or leg individually, trying not to put too much strain on any one of them for more than a split second. We're trying to get to the top of an outcrop that has a sort of half-enclosed tunnel zigzagging up its vertical face. There's this one tricky spot where you have to jump over a gap, but one of the most attractive handholds actually attaches to a section of rock that swings down on a hinge. It can really upset your balance if you're not careful. Also, in order to get enough height, you need this section of rock to stay in its upright position.

I try it for a while without much luck, then hand it over to Dad. My friend points out that we don't actually have to go up this way; there's an easier place to ascend a little bit farther along this switchback. But I'm kind of stubborn, and I'd just like to prove that it can be done this way, even if it's not what the game's designers intended. Unfortunately, it proves to be a bit too much for Dad, and he falls off the edge to his (cartoon-style) death. That means we have to start over from the beginning of the level, which is frustrating, because I really thought I would get past that section on my next try.

But Dad's bored of this level, so he jumps way ahead in the game to the last level he did on his own. That's his style: don't bother with continuity; as long as you finish all the levels eventually, you're golden. Oh, well. The level selection screen is itself a 3-D environment, and the levels are yellow dots lined up in a path laid out along the ground. He realizes that he needs to buy a new "computer," since he lost the old one when he fell. When he does, the dots change to yellow rings, rather than filled circles. Also, two new "assistants" run in from the side of the screen, get a powerup of some kind from his character, then run off again.

He selects the level he wants. A bunch of enemies start running at him from all sides, so he starts beating them up using combos. Somehow he discovers a new combo--something like "knee in the face, punch, power kick"--which sends the unfortunate recipient flying backwards for about fifty meters. He encourages me to try it, but I have trouble until I realize that I'm doing a regular kick. For a power kick you need to hold down R1 at the same time. I feel a bit overwhelmed, but it's kind of fun once you figure it out. The animation's also cool because my character looks like a Star Wars bounty hunter.

Later, we're part of a larger party in the middle of a battle, trying to help the weaker members level up. This involves passing around 5-foot playing cards from character to character, which we all hug to our sides using our arms. The cards also double as protection from enemy characters, so there's some strategy involved in how you distribute your cards. Unfortunately, I'm running low on cards right now, and a thickset, bald thug is advancing on me in a rather intimidating manner.

Frags:

• dictating to my dream diary in Spanish
• other various false-awakening-dream-journal-writing

A fantastically strange dream I had this morning, 19 August 2012. We begin at a Level Two dream, a dream-within-a-dream.

The time is approximately 4:30 am. I have been unable to sleep all night, and we are all partying in the French room. I feel the beginning of a depressive episode, or more accurately, a disrupted-sleep cycle episode.

I talk to random people about even more random stuff. This one guy sits in the corner, brown hair and blue eyes, looking positively stoned. I try to talk to him by waving my T-shirt in front of his face. Nothing.

Finally, I get him to speak. He asks me a bunch of game show-style questions, and says a series of long words, with each one supposed to be longer than the last:

1. pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
2. supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
3. antidisestablishmentarianism

Clearly, those are in the wrong order. He then asks me some questions about golf. I know nothing about golf - have never played.

I wave my shirt in front of his face again in the shape of an Ouroboros. Nothing.

I then sit down at a table with some classmates. A girl is reading this book about careers and life decisions, and a guy she's friends with is talking with us about it. She seems to have the wrong assessment of it, though, by giving a bunch of false analogies about how your decisions are like making a cake or something, about how important it is not to mix certain ingredients together. The basic premise is that once you set off on one path, you can't set off onto another. The guy said that this is not true.

With her permission, I begin to write down some of what she says in my all-purpose notebook, which becomes a fury of words and doodles. There is more than one path to reach any goal, I think.

Suddenly, the teacher, who reminds me of my Cantonese French teacher from grade seven, terminates the "Party" in a military-style manner. I pray--I know, that I won't be included in this disciplinary action. I go to the front of the room to dispose a water bottle into a recycling bin, as it has been done since the dawn of time. She yells and says it was the water SHE bought, but dumps it away anyway. I begin to wake up from this second dream.

An anti-depression group on Facebook sends me a huge message in which the entire group of more than 1,000 people are included. The leader of the group asks me to "get help" for my actions at the party. What?

It is OK to take a winding path.

LEVEL 1.5 DREAM - TIME SCALE: NONE.

A book lays out four points. Yes, this is the same book that the girl was reading. Point one: STDs are bad.

"Internships are also bad, and you'll be frustrated with them for the rest of your university career. Just kidding! Teen life after graduation isnt that bad".

It goes on a bit about the importance of sleep, or rather, why sleep is something to be taken advantage of even when you can get none of it...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - BEFORE THE INCEPTION

I go to bed at 11 pm, but I continue not sleeping. Was that anti-stigma depression group on Facebook involved to a certain extent? I draw conclusions and make recommendations about a certain university in the vicinity of Cambridge, Ontario, noting five: Waterloo, if not Waterloo then Wilfred Laurier; McMaster, Guelph and Western, maybe Queens...

I drift off to "sleep", which isn't really sleep at all.

One inception later...

LEVEL ONE DREAM - AFTER THE INCEPTION

It's almost 8 am, and the building I'm in looks like a mix of all the styles of buildings I'd stayed in during my visit to China three years ago. It has the appearance of a hotel, my bedroom to the left and back of a bathroom, the door near the front, my parents' room to my left.

My mom questions me about that online chat I had with three different guys that appeared on the room in different colours, red, green and blue, or maybe mauve. It's Monday. For some reason, the chat takes place at about the same time as that "Party" in the French room, and it continues until about 4 am, when I "fell asleep" but drifted into that other dimension.

Suddenly, I'm back in my normal house again, but there has been no discrepancy in surroundings. It's dark outside, despite the time of day. I check the weather forecast: the fourteen-day trend shows today below normal, about 9C (about 48F), and Tuesday is above normal. Wednesday is below normal, and Thursday's temperature is actually unknown after the thunderstorms, but it turns out to be about 12C (54F). Friday...snow?! At first, first glance, the first three days are unknown in temperature.

LEVEL 0.5 DREAM - TIME FRAME: NONE, NOWHERE, literally "no WHERE"

I'm tracking my depressive episodes on a spreadsheet, as the yellow lines jot up and down. I think about how my earliest episodes had negative healing energy, and how my late grandmother suffered from it. This time, I had better consult positive healing.

I'm reading a book, or maybe an Internet page similar to Dream Views, on a guide for lucid dreaming. The page is attached to the main server like a paper clip, like a yellow banana-type paper clip!

The columnist's name is Heather, or maybe Courtney, or maybe Stephanie. She comments on a method, and asks, "will your gin/ be like that"? I think that's a typographical error on my part, sorry, cheri-o.

Back to the method granted during the 1.5 dream level: does that mean they're saying you should avoid STDs as much as possible, and reach for your career goals as much as possible? In other words, are they telling you to be a virgin, and stay a virgin?

Which university should I pick?

Of course, I am advised, to take home foods, and not drugs! Consult my spiritual 'minister' instead, who is along for the journey this wjole time. I pray--I know--that your dream will awaken.

Before the military-style party-coup takes me away for the excecution, I announce to a TV-style audience interview that I discovered THIS part of the brain, as I point to the area above my ear, whisking my hands in a scalpel-like motion, the temporal lobe...

The manifestation of spiritual ecstasy...

We must always question reality, even when it seems we are not dreaming, in order to lucid dream. I try to do a reality check, but I am actually aware that I am NOT dreaming...

I awaken for real this time. It's 4:30 am, and I have a cold, which is not apparent in my dream.

Moribund. I see Orion rising in the east. It it a winter constellation. Soon it will be back to slow yet. There are two very bright "stars" in the sky, one atop Orion over eastern Taurus at about magnitude -1, which is Jupiter. The other is barely visible behind some tree, near Gemini, about magnitude -4, quite obviously Venus.

A'ho Calalami - a sacred chant (an even more sacred ritual by sacred beings on this sacred Earth). The ramble, the ramble, the ramble. Timetable of an elongated executive quasi-quarter century.

PART II

I think, in fact, that there is no recollection between my first falling asleep and my first memory of being in my dark bedroom. Maybe this is actually a WILD experience.

I check the time, and it appears to be consistent. Around 5 am. Yet, I look at it again, and it flashes all over the place, and I realize I don't need to do my second check, of reading what I had just written.

I am in a dark room. The mirrors scare me greatly, yet I look into them with interest. I realize that it is a dream and I begin to be lucid, and I walking into the mirror, apparently stuck there for just a moment, entangled, before I emerge into another universe...

LEVEL TWO DREAM

I walk out into the living room, trying to smash through the front windows. It stops me, yet darkness has turned to daylight, about 7:30 pm, near sunset. I walk into a mirror again, when it was dark, and I return to my bed, I return to the mirror...

I walk toward the front door, opening it. I see the reflection of a woman in the mirror, who looks like my mom's face merged into somebody else's. She apparently beckons me not to go outside, but I do so anyway, and walk out onto the street.

The theme of today's mission is nutshot.

I walk into my street, turning left, but 100 metres in, I stop. I decide that my mom was right after all, and I turn back. When I check the mirror again, there is no more reflection. The mirror no longer scares me. I am no longer afraid. I walk to my bedroom.

The sun has almost set now.

LEVEL THREE DREAM

Without any discrepancy, not even for a moment, I fall into another dream, perhaps through sleep, and awaken as I climb down a set of stairs. It does not scare me, as huge stairs did in the past.

I'm walking down into the depression group's cavern. There are literally hundreds--maybe thousands--of people here, each one applauding as I walk down. It resembles a set of circular stairs more than it does a Maya temple, but it is easily 500 metres en plus from top to bottom.

A frail-looking elderly woman in a wheelchair is pulled up as I step aside to let her pass. I walk to the right, and to my left stand thousands of people, each with a different face, applauding, just applauding.

Finally, I reach the bottom. The lights are on and it looks like one of my friends' basements, only MUCH larger, but just as low-hanging with the ceiling. I ask one person as soldiers stand by. "Why", I ask, are there more people down there?

"They're probably just reproducing. Ha, I'm kiddding. Say, Junior, know any grade 12s who can handle a rifle?"

This is a real program. In room 1, I find strangers talking.

I then step into Room 2. Here are four people I recognize sitting on a sofa, along with more people I recognize sitting all around. This includes one guy who said I'd helped save him from a life of suicide.

I ask them where I might find the bathroom. I was also going to ask me whether they saw my crazy moves at that party in the French room, because at least one of them was here, but I didn't have the time, I needed to pee. They all point me to the girl's bathroom.

"What! Dude, that's the female bathroom!"

They all laugh.

You idiot. You know if you pee in a dream, you'll wake up and actually have to pee in waking life. Have you lost your mind, or more accurately, your lucidity?

I then walk into room 1 again, speaking in an Indian accent, "do yoo know vherre dee bathroom is?"

Some guys are sitting there talking, "he didn't have a rifle". I shrug and then smirk incredulously. Where they looking for me?

I wake up. It is around 6:40 am, and I go to the bathroom. The golden sunlight pours in but I manage to drift back to sleep.

PART III

I'm in a backyard garden of some sort. Somebody's kid might get charged for violence, because the school's charter expressedly prohibits violence against another student's "dick", "nuts" or "ballsack".

I read a hithertofore-yet-unknown chapter of the Bible. It's called Hittites, and near the end, a voice that seems to be God asks a man to renounce everything he's known to date about religion. It has an Egyptian air to it. With much haste and hesitation, he does. "Let ye forget all you have learned, and seek God's salvation from here anew. Replace all your man's word with my word. A new pearl will appear in your forehead".

The Bible I'm reading has excluded a certain chapter beginnign with the letter L. It's certainly not Luciferians.

It then goes onto the New Testament. I begin to close the book.

Should I go to church today?

Now, I'm on a boat of some sort, without any discrepancy. The founder of a project, who is female, talks about the benefits of getting dolphins and humans to play together in this lake. First, she says, the dolphin feeding will attract phytoplankton, causing a bloom. This will then stretch out, and bring gold nanoparticles to the surface, as well as lower global carbon dioxide levels, in a method not yet unexplained. I thought they'd tried iron fertilization for algae blooms and that failed to lower carbon in the atmosphere by any significant amount?

This is the same method, she continued, of bringing gold to the face using algae, and creating a gold mask and a gold leaf that one will now wear on the face.

When I wake up again, it is 8:20 am.

I started with me walking down the road and I see some car going very fast then swerving into this open lot and almost impossibly slidding into a spot between 2 cars. It sparked my curiosity so I went to investigate it was by a bunch of cars that sold different un interesting things i saw the driver he looked well like a good driver. This group of cars was next to a building or set like structure that i only caught out of the corner of my eye. What got my attention by it was a dog a cute dog with the face of a pug and the body of a retriver i tried petting it but it was mean so i couldnt i looked away and looked back and it was a weiner dog. I kept walking down the same genral direction and I enetered this dark factory now i think i was starting to be accompanied by people we were talking alot about belifes and such but in a way were they were all interrelated and we were trying to follow the lines of conection down to the truth as we were going outside of the facility like place this large very large mass of people was becomminb almost violent they seemed to be rioting but a man on a stage with a microphone seemed to be manipulating them. We were now trying to get somewhere and I could see the mass of people outside. the facility was old looking kind of rundown more like what seemed like a rundown school then anything. But then we got to this high tech looking place lots of glass looked like a holding cell there was one gaurd and we lied to him witch was kinda easy this being a high tech holding facility and all. Well we were looking for someone and we found him it was a vampire... Edward Cullen of all people well we were looking for him since we needed now to defeat something but he had been locked up for 2 days with out anything so he was weak he came out this huge monster looking thing apparently when theyre weak they cant hide there true form so he was this demon or devil looking thing right off the back he attacked this other monster morphing into a small but disgusting looking beat with a human bodie but a head only made of what seamed like small tentacles he did this very fast with other creatures till he returned back to normal and he reached this try by this time i was watching through his eyes there was one more wizard like being perched up on the tree with old cliche hobo cloths edward tried to grab on but the wizard seemed to turn into elastic like any limb that was grasped lightly floated out of his hand and then it would go back into what now looked like a huge amount of cloths and the limbs were almost flaling avoiding any attacks we left him there while he faught this guy. We made it up to a room now i think we seemed to be in a mixture of colombian and movie-ish deserted city. In the room was a smaller kid again they were disgusing religion like a conspiracy something about "but buddha didnt know your geometrees" (yea it was a mess now) The new kid took out a small kindle and started explaining how he was reading a book and found a smaller book within that book then found this book it was a small poem that summoned a demon onto the reader i remembering that this had sort of happened before and remembering that the kid read it and died but came back to live said he should read it again but i noticed things start to get strange and it was because I had summoned it already but quickly reading over the text everything got very weird it seemed like outside of me was being fastforwarded people were acting weird and the setting had changed a little bit some stares seemed ominace and somone playing with a slinky through it at me it looked harmless but it tore some skin from my hand when i tried to cath it as he withdrew it I was being blinded by the demon and i felt it what was going on was an illusion before i could fight it I woke up.

Will fix this post up later wasnt planning on writing much in colombia but this one was to epic.

I was looking through this book on how to properly cook the vedic way. There many sections to the book one was tantra. Tantra meant lock which had another for it but I forgot. I thought to my self how can you be registered to be a saint. I sat down to meditate then all of a sudden I was back in my body fully conscious. I was in SP and remember the technique of visualizing the dream at this point. I came out of body is what it felt like. I thought I don't wanna astral project and see astral beings. So I caused my self to wake up, who knows maybe I was in a lucid dream but getting there from full on SP was kind of weird.

If this happens to me tomorrow I am just gonna go with it.

I was looking through this book on how to properly cook the vedic way. There many sections to the book one was tantra. Tantra meant lock which had another for it but I forgot. I thought to my self how can you be registered to be a saint. I sat down to meditate then all of a sudden I was back in my body fully conscious. I was in SP and remember the technique of visualizing the dream at this point. I came out of body is what it felt like. I thought I don't wanna astral project and see astral beings. So I caused my self to wake up, who knows my I was in a lucid but getting there from full on SP was kind of weird.

If this happens to me tomorrow I am just gonna go with it.

This dream was pretty long too... So it started out in a three story house. On the top floor there was pizza. I only had 2 slices and wasn't allowed to have any more. I couldn't go up there and try to steal some either because my dad and some other guy were up there too. I remember in the dream that I was just really hungry. So then it turned nighttime, and I decided to kind of army crawl on the floor towards the pizza. While I was where the pizza is, there were some other things there too. There was some kind of jar of something... And a random box of candies. They were spherical and hollow and were coated in sugar... My dad was on a bed nearby sleeping, and the other guy was across the room in a sleeping bag... Well... Sleeping. I remember I somehow starved to death in the dream and I died.... o.O But then I... Respawned...?! But after I did, I went a bit insane. I didn't care if I was caught trying to steal the pizza, I just made roaring and growling noises like some sort of monster and I ran up into the room as fast as I could, swiped one piece, and ran back to the second floor and hid in a corner to eat it. I devoured the slice in like 5 seconds. But I was still hungry and wanted more. My mom came out of nowhere, and decided to help me I guess, so then we were outside all of the sudden. My dad was in the garage and awake so we had to be quiet. My mom walked up quickly and took the box of candies and brought it back. She said something, kind of loudly too, and I reminded her to be quiet. But as we were walking down the driveway, away from the house and garage, my dad came out of the garage, and we started to walk over to him. Something else happened, but I forget what. Next, my mom and I were walking down a street with some random kid who was carrying a sword, and we were talking but then the kid turned right, and went down another street. And I remember saying "He better be careful. If you're caught with a sword on that street, you're killed."

That's all I remember...

30th Dream Journal entry

weird, weird, crazy dream last night.

it was the end of the world, and this was signalled by a human woman giving birth to a baby gray alien. I walked into my living room and saw this woman sitting on my couch nursing the infant alien. It turned to look at me with its huge glassy-black eyes, which scared the bull-jeezus out of me.

Next i was in the hospital where i work. Some sort of massacre was taking place and i was on the top floor trying to escape. As i ran down a hallway I saw a freakishly long arm reach out of one of the rooms and grab a patient, pulling them inside. There was another patient nearby in a wheelchair, and i saw that the nurse that was trying to wheel him out had been killed. I ran up and started to push the wheelchair toward the exit, when the patient turned around and grabbed my arm... his flesh was paper-white and his bottom jaw was ripped off. Somehow he could still speak, and he said "My skin's cold, isn't it?" When i opened the door to the exit, it made a loud "ding!" like a cash register.

then i was in a park with my four year old daughter and wife. I was saying to my wife, "i wish i could meet the sonofabitch that killed all those people at work..." No sooner did the words leave my mouth than a huge red demon (!), horns, tail and everything, walked up and said "here i am." My daughter got scared and ran out into the street, but the demon grabbed her just as she was about to be hit by a car. He sat her down on a picnic table and asked me where my friend K___ lived. I told him there was no way i would tell him that, to which he replied "i can't save her if you don't." He saw that i didn't believe that was his intent, and he pointed to my right where a bullet was floating in midair. "That's where she'll die if you don't let me help."

that's all i remember

I got on to a helicopter with Tony Stark and another person. Tony took the pilot seat and we took the back seats. Before we even sit down properly at the back, we were already flying. I was putting ear muffs on but decided that the seat belt is more important. I got it on and tried to put the ear muffs on again, it was really light and thin, like a really cheap headphone. Really loud music was blasting through it but I didn't take it off for safety reason?

I was at a supermarket, I was part of a team for an obstacle course. I was holding a long piece of tape and I'm suppose to climb up this obstacle with it as support. I didn't think it was safe so my teammate took it instead and made it to the top.

08/19/2012
12AM - 9AM

I've been awful at writing down my dreams for the past couple of months, so I'm trying to get back into it again. Here are the last three dreams I've recorded:

Dream #1:

Really brief dream which I don’t really remember. Something about watching an interview with some singer or something. I think he has red hair. And he talks about how he likes to hang out near dumpsters.

Dream #2:

I’m part of a group of kids and we are all troll hunters. We are summoned to a town that has some kind of troll infestation. We have special troll-killing weapons that we always refer to as “troll-floggers.” These weapons are basically just sticks with a spiky ball at the end. So, I guess they’re kind of like flails.

Anyway, we go into this one house that looks like my grandparents’ house. And then we’re like, “Oh no, we forgot our troll-floggers! … Oh well, we can fight the troll with our bare hands.”

But then we get to the bottom of the stairs (we’re walking downstairs for some reason … I guess the troll is in the basement or whatever). And the troll there is SUPER GIGANTIC. So we’re all like, “Shiiiiit!”

Then one girl in the group jumps over the banister holding a hammer and I guess she’s going to use it to kill the troll. But then, the troll turns into a glass measuring cup. And she keeps smashing and smashing it. And then it like … turns into a dog … and she stabs it in the neck. I don’t know, it doesn’t make a lot of sense.

Dream #3:

I'm in a room with my sisters. There's bookshelf in the room and we're all discussing books. I see a book I've been meaning to read on the bookshelf and I'm like, “Oh, I didn’t know we owned that book. My mom must have bought it at the used book store.” And then I'm telling my sisters about a series I'm reading. It involves a bear and a dog who are friends, or something. There are four books in the series, but each book is actually made up of several shorter books. I'm trying to convince my sisters that these books are good, but they don't believe me. (It's kind of like trying to make them read books in real life...)