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I think… … I’m dead.

I can’t be too sure, because I do not recall the time of my death, and I’m now floating around the air like a ghost. My body is defying a law of gravity, but I do not have any sensation of flying. My vision is on the air, that’s all. Anyway I’m now stalking a middle school girl with impressive cherry blossom coloured hair like Sakura (from Naruto). She is a ghost whisperer who can ‘see,’ and communicate with (almost a ghost-like) myself.
I cannot remember what we talked about, but there was another yellow hair girl who can also ‘talk’ to me like a normal person.

‘I wonder if kids nowadays can talk to a ghost.’

Other students in a classroom have not noticed my presence yet, so I guess those two girls are special. Maybe they are best friend who sharing secrets about a ghost.

Another intriguing fact was that the teacher in front of the classroom can ‘see’ me. She looked directly into my eyes, “Who’s the intruder~ hm?” And gave a sly fox like smile that mazes other students.

I did have a hectic day with the cherry blossomed hair and we left the school together. Those two ghost whisperers lives in different directions, I hesitated for a moment to choose who to follow. ‘Yellow hair?’
I decided to follow the cherry blossomed hair that had spent more time with me.
As we went down for a subway station, she kindly offered me some white cream

‘But I’m a ghost…’

She insisted that it was full of nutrients good for my skin. I hesitantly took her offer.
Ha… (sigh) I’m a ghost… who cares about skin?

I decided to reconcile this situation by applying the cream on my face. A bit of cream had a sweet taste, there must be some honey mixed with it.
I do not recall of getting on a subway, but I met a very scary looking obese lady along the way. For some reason, the lady was steaming with anger. All of sudden this lady; coloured with red and purple, roared out an evil dark cry and stormed toward us as we casually walked.

‘I guess this cream is tempting her.’

She must have some kind of diabetes, addicted to sugar. I yelled and abruptly pushed the Cherry Blossom Hair.

Run quick! Get up the (subway station) stairs!!

I faced this dangerous lady charging like a mad bull.
I struggled with her, tossing and slapping her ugly and oily face. A boldness locked inside my heart was released and I won! Before I could even taste a momentous victory, I ran upstairs; worrying about the girl.

‘Is she safe? She should be…’
The fat hazard is now clear, but I still shivered with unknown easiness.
She was lifelessly lying face down on asphalt. She is only few steps away from the stairs… Why? Is she lacking stamina? Fortunately there was a shabby hospital across a street. I put her left arm around my neck, and carried or rather dragged her towards the building at a green signal. Her unconscious body kept slipping away from my grip; drooping. Is it because I’m a ghost? I’ve been fine till… now… her limp body is heavier than usual.

Just before I finished crossing, I lost the grip, and she went head first, hitting the cold, black asphalt. Is she really dead? Is it because of me? Maybe I was unconsciously harming her by stealing her energy. Why is she like this?

Ah… a sign’s going to be red now… need to hurry up. I gathered my anxiety and nimbly avoid cars with temper. I barely held her by my side, and finally entered an automatic glass door to the small hospital.

This poor looking hospital even had a reception. A leisurely sited nurse and an old homeless looking man, lazily crossing his legs on a long, comfy but worn out chair where patients are supposed to sit. The man was supposedly a doctor wearing a white gown; turning yellow. He absent mindedly stared at us for a second; he put one arm on the chair and held his cigarette between his fingers. He lightly tapped it into a cigar pot, and bit it again.

He snatched the girl away from me, roughly laying her on the chair for a close inspection.
I got agitated and frustrated with his lame behavior, but couldn’t say a word to someone who might figure the problem. He exceedingly fanned my anger with a deep puff of smoke, and slowly asked,

“What do you think?”

‘Such a Quack Doctor!! Is he asking ME for a symptom?’

I fidgeted with anxiety and briefly answered, “Too much sugar?” He seemed disappointed and listed “Tomato… Vegie…” and comfortably threw himself on an opposite chair with arousing grey dust; lying.

OMG Cherry Blossomed Hair is now twitching her whole body.

Is she really dying? For going upstairs? She’s kind… what do I do?

I decided to just give the story the old, bored looking quack Dr. wanted:
Once upon a time there was a three-year-old baby. A ten-year-old kid was fretting with its wooden expression. So the kid tried to grab its attention by shaking noisy toys. But the chic three-year-old wouldn’t budge. The kid pushed a sound making book, and a little bell that suppose to give a giggle. When he was finished, he cautiously looked at three-years-old with twinkling expectation.
The three-year-old was still blankly stared at one point, but the kid felt the world stopped.... for a moment.

The three-year-old smiled.

The kid thought. For 10 seconds,
the world seems to hold a breath around the three-year-old.
Yes… you know… that… I was unknowingly ignoring the girl by trying to pick a right word to describe this.

The quack Dr. tired of waiting gave another puff, and continued.

Ye~ah… right…
so for 10 seconds the ten-year-old kid fell in LOVE with three-year-old…

Tut… …

Those saucy boys… already in….… Love?

It's been six days since I practise to have Lucid dream. As day goes on my dream recall dropped to nothing. I was disappointed and I thought today I can't recall anything too. Yesterday before bed I read others motivation to have lucid dream and I harness my self affirmation to calm down. I could do it too. Gratefully, I recall one that I have before my actual wake up time. To my excitement it was a lucid one although I can't control it yet. The dream went like this:

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I was in a guest room in my own house. The scenery was gloom. I didn't really recall what I was doing there.

Next I went to the bathroom to prepare for the day. When I was brushing my teeth my gum bleed. I bleeding profusely. I was a little worried because it bleed abnormally.

In my logic, I have a friend who had her gum bleed as she use a certain tooth paste. So I just accept the logic that I was in the same situation as her. It's tooth paste's fault.

"Is it true? I never bleed like this when I brush my teeth before." I said as I ask myself in my heart.

"Indeed. Never but today you have." I answer myself. Not really pay serious attention to why.

After I rinse my mouth and and wash my face I notice the bathroom door was open a little. I took it as I forgot to lock the door. As I reach to the lock I notice the lock was made by a piece of wood that being nail in the middle to the door frame. It was an old lock that we use before. I also notice the wood lock was so small and can't be use to block the door shut.

"Why is this lock is so small like this?" Again I ask with my heart.

"It's usually like this."

"What a bother, isn't it usually big? It isn't small like this..... dream?.... isn't this a dream?"

As I said that I look at my left, see the sky through gapes that we have in the bathroom.

"Is this for real? No way!"

I quickly made reality check. Pluck my nose and I can breath.

"It's a dream. Oh my I'm dreaming!"

As I said that I thought my dream is so gloom. So I want to make it bright. I intended to teleport to somewhere. I made spinning technique and as I spin I feel my surrounding became dark and the bathroom begun to shrink. My dream was fading.

I was so lucky that I made the spinning technique. I stay lucid after that. I was forgot that spinning technique is for to stay lucid too.

I fail to change the surrounding. So, I said to myself, it's ok. It's your first time so take a look and feel the dream world for now. Then I get out from my bathroom.

Quite happy I repeat "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming" As I smile and running up the stairs that connect my kitchen to my main house. I feel like floating.

As I reach to the guest room, I once again make the spinning technique to see if I can change my surrounding. I fail because I can't actually picture anything. So I pinch my nose. Again I can breath, mean I'm still dreaming.

"It's ok." I said

Then I sat in the guest room and once again look around me to make myself accustomed what it feels like in the dream world.

I stare at my ceiling and I saw two lizards doing something inappropriate. As I stare at them, the lizards' form change into something a little bigger like squirrel and they float down to floor.

Not long after that I lost control and just let the dream took over again.

I once again in the stairs. I hear someone at my door. Then I saw my mother and sister doing something. Then nothing.....

Me and my friend Logan were walking around and we saw an old 10 story brick apartment. It had a balcony at every room, and at eaach balcony someone would stand on it and it would be one of my friends.

I slightly remember me and my friends being captured by this giant robotic alien worm, and we were on its ship.
I had a dream where there was a missing baby at the hospital.

I had a dream that I got a job working for Nintendo, and I got to use some new type of DS. Also I got free drinks!

dream : comments : lucid

Monday 16th of July, 2012


I was making meth (I've been watching a lot of Breaking Bad and lately heaps of my dreams are about meth!) and the cops caught on to it. I went to a hardware store to get supplies and realised they were following me. I surrendered and they hauled me off to a library, where I had an argument over the fact that my library card had expired. While arguing, I overheard that the police were going to burn our house down to try and kill Nooks and Acka, and make it look like an accident, so I ran off and texted her before they caught me. As I was texting, in some other realm I was also writing my will; evidently I knew this was the end.

Somehow I got back home where I discovered the house had been bugged. I decided it was best to just leave and went outside and began riding a Vesper.
It gets a bit hazy there but I honed back in on me sweeping the road, where I stumbled upon an awesome part of town that was a single, fenced off street that had all these tiny, hawker style food carts except they were bars. It was like a market street for partying.


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I got a lift to work from Dad but had to catch a bus halfway there. For some reason I had a cat with me. At work I realised I'd forgotten my uniform and that I should have my car otherwise how would I get home? The cat began acting like a child and eventually became one. With a mohawk. Acka brought my uniform and I started work. Shortly after that I put a wet ball of paper on my face.

Let me clarify that because I was pretty agitated this morning. Around 9:00 pm I tried the subliminal messaging lucid technique. I listened to some music with some subliminal messaging in it while reading, then went to bed. Then 2 to 3 hours later, at 12:00 am, I jolt out of whatever I was doing in my sleep. And remembering it now, it seemed that I was desperately trying to hang on to a dream. Because I remember thinking about or seeing something as it knocked me around into confusion so I couldn't tell if I was up or not, or both, or in between, or going in an out. What was even more confusing was the fact that I seemed sort of awake, but I was holding on to different versions of the dream, hopping from one to the other and grabbing focus on it. I got sort of dizzy as well which was kind of a first in a while. I can only speculate what literally and royally kicked my ass out of my head and into that tailspin. But if I were to do so, I'd say that I must have became lucid, and I became stupid again and got exited. Why I say this is because I don't get knocked out of nothing and desperately try to hang on to it. That had to be a dream. Second off, I've been in tail spins, they aren't fun like the cartoon, but I haven't had a dizzy spell like that since the last time I became lucid and got my ass kicked. it was like being in nothing, I was very comfortable, then WHAM!!! I'm going to try one more time. Something tells me that I succeded, but it was stress that did this. Because I was calm, but apparently I still had things on my mind that I let get to me... Like homework.

The Dream:
I don't know how I remember what that experience was like. But I only get kicked out of dreams. At first I thought I got kicked out prematurely before any kind of dream started. But there was and still is the thoughts in the back of my mind. I was dreaming, I don't know what it was, all I know is that I was very content, and I accepted whatever was happening. Then this tail spin hit me like a dude falling out of bed. I think I woke up in a dream, then the tailspin took full effect.

dream : comments : lucid

Wednesday 18th of July, 2012

I was walking in a park kind of area but with several buildings in it. Kind of like Central Park in NY, I suppose. As I walked I came across a little girl rummaging through a bin. She must've been about 6 and she's just humming to herself and digging through garbage. Every now and then she put something she found into a paper bag.
I watched her for a little bit, feeling sad for her, and then her mum came along. I began berating her asking how she could let her daughter do that, then I noticed she herself was really grimy and she explained that they were homeless.

Somehow things evolved really quickly and I found myself crying and chasing the mum because of some kind of elaborate love story about how the young girl created some kind of bond. Except it wasn't to do with me. All I was thinking while it was happening was "Man! This would be a good movie"


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I was with a group of friends including my youngest brother and we were sitting in a cul-de-sac talking to the driver of a semi-trailer. Suddenly someone had a guitar and we were all singing Losing My Religion by REM, except everyone was struggling to keep time properly. I remarked that no one had ever realised that it was the hardest song to sing along to ever.
When we finished the driver, who had been sitting in the cab and leaning out the window, was just like "Thanks!" and began to pull away. As he did the rear of the truck came really close to us and I looked down to notice that my brother was under the truck and about to be squashed by the wheels. I screamed out and raised my hand to reach out to him and as I did so, jolted awake in real life.



Thinking back on it...was the choice of 'REM' a hint that I was dreaming?

Date: 17/07/2012
Place: My bed
Time of getting into bed: 00.30am
100mg B6 before bed, 60mg Ginkgo & 160mg Ginseng

Waking thoughts in black
Non lucid dreams in blue
Lucid dreams in red

Dream 1 - non lucid (2.30am)
I am in the front of some sort of lorry driving across America. In the front with me is a stranger, the driver (who is also a stranger) and a TV reporter. I think I have been picked up - hitchhiking. The TV reporter asks us all what we are doing, and where we are going. I am second to reply, and I state I don't know, I'm just going where life takes me. Lot's of people laugh, but the reporter is not impressed.

Dream 2 - non lucid (4.33am)

Before this dream, I had attempted the SSILD during the WBTB. I think I preferred my traditional WILD method, as I got bored and didn't feel relaxed enough.
I am staying in the middle of the African wilderness. I think it may be some sort of educational thing. I sleep in a hammock, with other people. Nearby there is a tree, and hanging from the tree are many fat, feathered green birds. They are all suspended by their necks, which are tangled in the tree's vine-like leaves. I am worried the birds are choking (there is many birds like this in the tree) but someone tells me they are not. They explain that these birds are very rare, existing only in this tree. The spend their entire lives hung by the neck, trapped in the tree. They also tell me they have a unique way of reproducing. I watch the bird closest to me - it is roughly the size of a football. It suddenly starts to struggle, and as it does the vines tighten around it's neck, killing it. As it dies, it's mouth hangs open, and open climbs a baby version of the bird. The baby bird then jumps, and gets caught in some nearby vines. The whole cycle then starts again, with this bird taking the place of the now dead one. I feel some sort of sense of peace with nature watching this.

The next sequence I'm pretty sure was the same dream, but a new storyline. I'm getting better at telling when dreams just switch to a new storyline, or actually end, and a new one begins.

I am in the same African wilderness, this time laid on the sandy floor, talking to a very young African boy. He must be around 10 years old. His mother sits nearby working on something. It is night time and pitch black, the sounds of nature all around us. He tells me a story. The story involves lots of African animals, but mostly about the Leopard. It is a typical child's story, but at the end, I think I see the silhouette of a Leopard in the distance and get scared. I tell the boy I'm going to bed, and he tells me not to be afraid. Once back at my 'camp.' I worry about the Leopard. I look up, and suddenly see the Leopard's face peering out of the bushes. The dream seems to focus on the Leopard, the picture 'zooms' inwards around it's head, a bit like a movie would do. I try to sleep and ignore it but it gets closer and closer. I watch it approaching. For some reason, I believe I will not get attacked. I think in the back of my head I knew I was dreaming, but couldn't get fully lucid.I don't worry too much because it can't hurt me. However as it gets very close, I pick up a baseball bat for protection, and sit in the corner and wait for it. It get's even closer, and the people around me look scared. It seems to only want me, and ignores the others. I now suddenly panic. I think to myself 'Why is it still coming for me? I can't be hurt? This is not real, is it?' It get's up close to me, feet away, and I realise it is going to attack. I suddenly think this may hurt, but I know I can't die. So I try to escape, by using my mind. I wake up. I wouldn't say I was lucid as such, but extremely close.

Dream 3 - non lucid (6.17am)
There is a TV show about a man dating 3 women, and he has to choose one of them. 2 of the women are very fake looking, and mean. The other is plain but pretty, and this one is his actual girlfriend. The two fake girls are incredibly hurtful to the girlfriend, telling her they will steal her boyfriend and that he thinks she is disgusting. The man then has to choose, and he chooses the 2 fake girls. The girlfriend is horrified and cries uncontrollably, but the guy and 2 fake girls simply laugh at her.

Dream 4 - non lucid fragments

Unfortunately I had to wake early to get some work done. I remember fragments of dreams as I tried to get myself out of bed, but did not write them down.
Something about a big hall, filled with lights and colours and dancing people. Very pretty, everyone is dancing like Micheal Jackson. I take photos and dance too. Someone takes photos of me.

Well, I was planning on writing down all the dreams I had on my trip today but I was really busy and pretty much got done with work at about 7:00, then had to go make dinner. By that time I was ready to begin my sleep routine so I didn't write anything down and just got on to write notes.

So last night I got back into my regular routine...
8:30 - OJ, Apple juice, milk, Apple - Go shoot hoops
10:00 - Come back in and get ready for bed
10:43 - Vitamins with glass of water
11:00 - Go to sleep with binaural beats
2:00 - Wake up and begin next sleep cycle
5:00 - Wake up and start alarm
First Alarm - Wake up and have a dream fresh in my mind
Go back to sleep and recognize when I have re-entered the dream, becoming lucid
Wake up randomly for some reason and accidentally shut off alarm
7:00 - Get up

Well, I am very happy right now because it seems that as long as I give myself adequate sleep, I can have a lucid every night!!! I just need to work on staying calm during them so I quit waking up so soon. It is kind of strange but I think my first one is still the best. Just can't wait to accomplish my goals in a lucid dream!!

See ya!

P.S. I will try and get dreams written down from the trip tomorrow.

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i meet my cousin then i meet my old freind from school eliya with him both in a shopping mall we plan to go to my freinds home then his

on the way we talk about magick tricks and so
d i think be mindful and dont get angry

went to the bank in ber-sheeva with an with an ethiopean guy

Did some dreaming earlier was a bit different than usual, can't remember the most of it, not now. I do recall at the end where I'd just entered a house at night. I was about to go upstairs where a friend of mine I've recently lost was waiting apparently...

I remember going up to the stairs, opening a couple of drawers on a dresser/shelf thing.... then that was it. Never got up stairs sadly.....

I layed down later due to depressing shit getting me down.... I barely recall though that when I dreamt... there he was standing off to the side. Didn't get to talk to him.... hope to soon though.

Non-Lucid
(Sidenotes)
Lucid Dream

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(I had multiple dreams last night but this is the one I remember the most.)

It involved a shooting at the school I used to attend. I remember at the beginning, I was in a classroom and I was so paranoid. I was yelling at people to get down and away from the windows because there was a sniper. People ignored me for awhile. I was on the phone with a Cop who I was apparently close to and explaining what was going on. I do remember we kept switching between classrooms and I was so scared because no one had any idea where the shooter(s) were. I guess I had gotten shot because I remember clutching my chest and freaking out, but there was no pain or blood. I remember that at some point, I was worried about my Mom. I had told her what was going on and she was with me in a classroom at some point but left even though I told her there was a sniper out there.

This is where it got odd. After all the room switching, we were heading to the cafeteria to eat. Teacher's came to the door and escorted us out, screaming for us to run. i was slow since I had been "shot" and remember thinking how I couldn't breathe and that it hurt even though I didn't notice those things physically. Before I entered the lunch room, someone went to hand me something but I couldn't see. My right eye was completely dark but my left... I could see just the hallway but no one around me or what the person was waving in front of me. I got to the lunchroom (which was shockingly full) and realized I had no money to pay. I talked to the guy that handles peoples account and rings you up and I guess there was this computer where (in real life) the microwaves are and some guy helped me sort it. I guess you touched the screen and were given a random snack thing (mine was skittles...and...milk or something else). I wasn't sure what it was for, but I went into the area where you get your food and couldn't really grasp what to do. i didn't know if you needed to get those specific snacks or if had to get a meal that equaled the amount of said snacks. I just looked around and grabbed a random drink then got caught on what food to get. There was this odd looking fruit salad that was a mash up of...fruit and..something nasty that doesn't go with it.

After that, I can't remember much else. I do remember walking out of the front doors and expecting police. I woke up not long after that.

(July 11 2012)

I'm playing Spelunky again. The background of the level shifts with my character's movement: if I walk or run a single step, a tile in the background changes (explodes?) into something else. Thus my movement is key to escaping the level, since only by sufficiently shifting the environment will I reveal the exit.
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I'm dreaming about Persona 5. There are at least three acoustic (voice and guitar) songs on the soundtrack, supposedly sung by Eri Kawai even though the vocalist doesn't sound like her. I see some music video clips of these songs, and "Eri" is in them - she's a short Japanese woman with bowl-cut black hair and a nice smile that reminds me a little of Makoto Ogawa from Morning Musume. One of the songs is called "The Full Moon Song"(?) and is apparently played during high-tension scenes.

The game itself involves terrorist attacks and actually feels a lot closer in tone to a mainline Shin Megami Tensei game. One attack involves giant globs of poison that are dropped from the sky and become poison rain; once they hit the ground they instantly turn into rivers of poison that burn through the cityscape like acid. I can see people scattering, and there is a car whose driver somehow loses control to such an extent that it goes careening down a roadway, taking out a whole bunch of people. There is a second attack that I think involves gangsters? and a third attack I don't remember anything about.
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I'm at an office party where I'm saying goodbye to some coworkers who are leaving the company. The party is actually being held in my apartment, though. I'm sitting by the door watching people leave because I don't feel like being social. I know that most everyone in the room is going to an afterparty once this one's over, and (since I know I should probably go to it) I'm hoping that someone will reach out to me and ask whether I want to join them. I'm aware that I'll need to take the initiative, though.

7/17/2012 Fragment
Would of remembered more if I'd written this down earlier.

I was in a shop near an old house I use to live in, Though I hadnt seen the outside yet I knew we were near the metro-rail in H. I was walking around the shop not really sure what I wanted to buy there were some short kids in line; I asked the clerk if he had something like a chocolate bar and he said he was out though I could see it right in my face. I started getting this creepy vibe after before I woke up.

Non-dream Dream

Four small fragments today:

Fragment 1: Bowling dream.

Fragment 2: I am at a park with a ton of dogs.

Fragment 3:

I am inside of a vending machine. There is a woman outside of the vending machine. I reach outside of the vending machine to caress her absolutely perfect bare breasts.

Fragment 4:

I am about to play a video game and I am in the process of picking characters then wake up.

I originally wasn't going to post this dream, but I figured I should. I mean, how else am I going to strengthen those neuro-trans-capacitors or whatever you call them?

A Lot of Recycled Material and Unoriginality
Non-Lucid: Starting from the earliest part of the dream I can recall, I am in a lady-friends home. It's not actually her real life home, but a re-used house from an old dream. Her and I have a short conversation or something, I have trouble remembering this part of the dream. The dream (or is it my memory?) skips forward and I am on a roof in a small town. It's like something out of the modern west, with flat-top buildings going along one main road. I am holding a dull but gold CZ, inspired by DayZ I'm guessing. I'm in a skirmish with some unknown person. I move around, get off the building, and am now running away from this little town. But Alas, he shoots me, and I am dead. I "respawn" along a river. And someone is talking to me and telling me I have to find some kind of boat and bring it down to this river where there is a giant deflated red castle, which he/she says will be inflated while I am gone. (this is also recycled from an old dream that was inspired by skyrim). I believe I woke up after that.

It's really odd, all of this, considering I haven't touched any games (with the exception of DayZ) in months.