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03.19.2012

Fighting Krauser, Trying to Shoot Monk, Sand....Alaskan Beach Sand? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1: Fighting Krauser from Resident Evil 4

The dream is out where I'm given advice on something for Metal Gear Solid. I hear some music playing which seems to sound like the song,"Cavern", in Metal Gear Solid 1.



The advice was kind of small, but pretty useful in terms of knowing which areas you already went to. It told me that the new stairs that you go up towards have this sort of new shine to them, and stairs you already when to, they would appear blank and look dull.

It also mentioned how that if you're found out, the boss will know you'll be coming after them, while if you managed to sneak attack, they would barely notice you; they were showing a clip of someone sneaking behind Albert Wesker who was typing on a keyboard in some front, which kind of felt odd if this was supposed to be Metal Gear Solid related.

This advice was common sense, but I guess helpful anyway for those who never played a stealth game.


I go up the stairs a bit, and go into this hallway, and I could tell I'm going to face a boss here. The door closes, and the flooring has a white shine to it, so taking the advice from what was mentioned above, I obviously wasn't here before.

I see some entity that looks like Albert Wesker from Resident Evil, but his back is facing me. I don't know what happens, but I do know I leave the other door he was in, and I was back at the enclosed area with white flooring and white all over basically.

Then I see a figure that looks familiar, I can't really tell if it's Albert Wesker or Krauser because all sorts of colors flowing on this person's body to where you only see the outlines of their figure. (like the picture below)

Then the colors start to fade away, and it really is Krauser. At first, I didn't really feel anything in this non-lucid, except for the fact that I had nothing to do but ONLY feel nothing, so that I wouldn't screw this encounter, because I know if it's Krauser, I better think QUICKLY to kill this guy.

He was in his fully developed mutated arm blade, and I immediately knew what to do, shoot the fuck out of him before tries to stab me.

I knew I had to aim for the legs, because his Arm Blade would cover his entire chest region, so shooting the legs would make him fall and crouch down, exposing his chest for a few seconds before he makes another quick flip and defend himself again.

I started to shoot him in the legs, then his chest, then I quickly crouched down to shoot his legs again, and basically repeated this process until he's killed. (For once, I actually am able to cause DAMAGE in a dream where I have a weapon!)

If you don't know who the hell Krauser is, here's a video that basically describes how hard this guy can be if you keep getting unnecessary hits from him, but he's really easy when you can dodge his attacks.





I killed him way quicker than this person did because I was just as fast as Krauser since I was able to crouch down really fast and go back up and shoot his chest with automatic weapon to the point where he only had 1-2 seconds to actually make a move on me lol.

Instead of him using a flash grenade to escape in the video, he actually died this time.

For once, I have a dream where I leave the room where I killed someone quickly and walk out the room like a bad-ass mofo WITHOUT using the "Run like Pussy" tactic that I see myself doing with intense things like this.

Dream 2: Trying to Shoot Monk

It's night time, and I'm in a room where I see Tony Shalhoub, the guy who acted as the main character in "Monk" headed towards some door. I'm right behind him, maybe 4-5 feet away from him.

I can't remember much, but I think he was helping someone or something find its way, maybe a monkey? I'm not sure, I think I do remember something small walking on the floor, but I'll just leave it at that.

I try to shoot Monk, but before I do, I figured I should use a silenced pistol, and one actually appears in my hand for once, I guess I had good control despite it being a non-lucid dream.

I aim for his head and shoot like two times, but it compared to the first dream where I'm fucking Rambo and killing someone quickly, the bullets don't even come in contact with Monk.

I started to think this silenced pistol was really just a bunch of silenced piece of crap.

That's all I remember for that one.

Dream 3: Sand....Alaskan Beach Sand?

I was resting on my back on sand in this vast environment. I saw some palm trees I believe and sand operating like geysers or something like that.

I think my mother was with me in this dream, and I told her how amazing that the sand on the surface on the earth seems like so much, and how below the surface there's even more.

I think I even made sand angels for a while in this dream.

After being amazed by the beauty of this environment the dream shifts to where I see Liam and probably even Hope from The Bold and The Beautiful.

They're at some place with a lot of green plants, almost like being in a tropical paradise or something, and they're smiling at each other while eating a cake I believe.

The dream shifts to where Steffy comes in a house, and she's wondering if Liam and Hope left some cake for them, but to her surprise, they leave the container where the cake was empty, with some traces that show that they ate it already.

I honestly can not interpret anything from this dream.

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I were at some camp, Again.
And I found out that some guy, and a girl friend of his, not girlfriend) had taken some photos of me. That worried, and annoyed me.
Me and Lise, my friend went over to them. I asked him to borrow the camera.
"No! Why? You'll just take it." He said irritated
"No." I started convincing "Of course I won't. I'll use it on shopping!"
"You'll just delete the pictures."
"No." I lied, "of course not. Just give me the camera, please?"
And that was what it took to get the little compact grey camera that may or may not have been digital.
I went down to a clothes department, Cubus-ish I think, except I had never been there before. Lise were with me. To play out the "faking" I looked at some T-shirts along a wall. Then I lifted the camera to look through the pictures. I showed Lise.
The little camera showed 5-6 miniature images of an unknowing little me walking around, standing around, sitting around.
So I decided to delete them. I was worried that Sim. and Mal. (owners of stupid camera) would come down to check up on what we were doing. And just then they did. And that pushed me into a sudden hurry.
I rotated the camera in my hands, and pressed a Menu button. A little grey menu on the right side showed up, but none of the three alternatives contained "trash bin". I lifted the camera feeling like a trapped mouse, looked beneath it, and all that was was little grey buttons. Agh!
Sim. and Mal. were getting closer.
"I told you." "What are you doing? Deleting the photos." "Give me the camera now!"
"No.!" I said, rejecting to hand it over.
Looking for a gap in their defense, and finding it, I leaped between them, avoiding contact with their bodies. I think Sim. had reached out for me, but missed way far off.
I had managed to push out of the door when they got themselves together enough to follow me. I didn't have much of a headstart though.
My heart was beating quickly and something similar to adrenaline started spreading trough me. I think I might have run over parked cars beside the sidewalk.
Then the dream ended.

I was looking for my bus out in a country environment, but it was just one of the shops where I park, according to dream logic.

I found my bus and noticed it was dented in the middle. As I walked around to the passenger's side, I got a better look. It had been wrecked. (Why would I be picking up my bus in that condition?)

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There were a bunch of people picking on someone, or fighting them. Unlike me, I immediately went over to help the person, ignoring any harm that might come to me. I felt really good to be doing the right thing.

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I had another dream where I couldn't get food. I was at some type of banquet. I had eaten two plates already, so I didn't get to enjoy them in my dream.

I didn't want to be greedy, so I didn't eat more, but everyone around me was eating. I eventually decided I better get full; that's what we were there fore.

I went to the buffet, but they were out of food. The server went to get more, so I waited. When he came back, my plate had been served with a piece of steak that I didn't want. Oh well, I would just put some more stuff on my plate. I got my plate and saw about 3 different dishes. One was little clam-like things. It looked like h'orderves. I wanted to get them, and some of the other dishes, but they told me now they were closing up.

Why would they bring out all the food that they did just to close? I started to hurry just to get one plate of food. I saw some broccolli. I never got more food.

I then went to the bathroom to wash my hands. There was stuff all around like a dirty clothes hamper and a stool with clothes hanging off everything. I had to turn to the side to avoid the stuff just to get to the urinals.

Once I got around the stuff in the way, the room opened up. It was a huge bathroom. I thought about how much of a waste of space it was.

I never actually went to the bathroom. I started to wash my hands instead. As I started to wash, I found I had some tin foil in my hands. I was trying to rinse my hands, but the lather kept building up. I never got rid of the tin foil in my hands either.

I dreamt I was with 4 friends. Two I hang out with quite regulary and one girl that I haven't met in ages
We where running down to catch the train and it was summer outside and it was fun.

Entry time.

‘Cause I promised I would and everything seems to be telling me to get back into the whole dreaming thing.

Not a five star entry, so no recording for this one. >.>

17.3.2012

Fun House (Non-Lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Both of us peek inside the wooden crate sitting on my deck. Inside sits an assortment of bottle, each a different blend of some sort of coffee mixture intended for consumption before the special event I’d set up for the two of us later that night. MTM grabs the most potent bottle of the lot and downs it before I can protest. I sip something much more mild, but the effects of the drink are immediately apparent.

I frown, knowing that MTM has probably already been compromised, but preparations continue, as the two of us glide down to a field behind my house. Words were exchanged with the man in charge of tonight’s festivities, a suave twenty-something with short, blond hair and a red jacket over a black undershirt. After a few winks and candidly coded responses between him and MTM, I confirm my suspicions: she works for them now.

Looks like I’ll be doing things alone.

The day passes, night falls, and the real fun begins. After a mostly uneventful day filled with brief bits of uninspired HvZ and other campus shenanigans, I find myself riding a motor-powered skateboard, racing to the big event. Not satisfied with the speed, I kick things up a notch and transform the motor-power into rocket-power and the wheels into anti-gravity pads.

Tearing through the streets, blanketed in the glow of yellow-orange street lamps and rushing neon lights, I make my way to the first check-point and blaze past the rag-tag line of people assembled in front of the entryway, up the concrete stairs, and over the dingy, dark-red carpet. Finally, in the first chamber, I dismount in a flash of sparks and approach the table where the first challenge awaits.

Several guys in dark blazers stand there, hunched over the table in the center of this poorly lit room, watching me approach. Only one person sits, flourishing a deck of cards, grinning as a I approach. Without hesitation, he deals out the cards in front of him, forming rows and columns as the Chinese symbols on the face of the cards, begin to glow a shimmering blue and purple gradient and rise from the cards in a ghastly fashion.

The first to rip itself from the card floats towards me and attaches to my forehead, causing the world around me to shift and distort. I know the game immediately. If I didn’t do something about these symbols, they’d attach to me and mutate my perception, driving me to insanity. Grabbing the board I’d rode in on, I manage to get the exhaust to create a shower of sparks. Quickly, I douse the symbols with those fiery sparks, extinguishing their power and clearing the game.

As I walk toward the stairs, leading up to the next chamber, I notice two other tables and games set-up in front of the stairs. The world sways around me, and I realize: these are just illusions created by the symbol; I can move on.

Ascending the stairs, I’m met with another challenge. This time in a more home-like setting, a woman, who looks like a grade-school teacher smiles briefly at me before finishing up the colorful board she’d been working on. It’s one of those peg boards frequently used in classrooms, decorated with a bright, wavy yellow border and big blue letters on a cerulean background. The letters spell the command: “Ask Margie about H2O.”

In the corner of the room, to my left, rises a giant girl. She can’t be older than eight years old, but she towered over me, bloated and disproportional, with an expressionless look upon her drooling face. One look is all I need to determine the only winning move is not to play. I continue upwards as a fellow challenger comes up the stairs from the first chamber. I hear her ask ‘Margie’ about water. Then come the screams...then silence...

Upstairs now, I make my way to the porch, where I meet the man in charge for the second time today and MTM standing beside him. He expresses surprise that I arrived so early. Not in the mood for bantering, I let him know that he needs to fix whatever was wrong with MTM or he’d regret it. Smugly, he reassures me that I simply need to complete one more task, but I sense betrayal and deceit in his words. Delving deeper, I discover his identity as a vampire and the entirety of his plan. Oblivious to the fact that I know everything, he takes me and MTM into a room with another giant, disproportionate child, this time a toddler.

The door locks behind us and the man stands behind the monstrosity. My final task is simple, he tells me: “Defeat this child.”

Scornfully, I remark, “Don’t insult me. The two of you are so far beneath me I could blow you both away with a single blast.”

“Then do it,” he laughs harshly.

But I’ve already charged up a blast, or at least, tried to. When I release the stream of energy, forming a Kamehameha pose, the blast is imperceptible and simply passes through the head and body of the giant infant. Improvising, I modify the stream’s frequency as it passes through the thing’s brain, mutating it further, restoring its free will and rational thought.

When I’m finished, the giant baby and I have a short, intelligent, discourse, much to the dismay of the suave twenty-something. We bargain out a deal, wherein I let the giant live and he grants me the win. He even offers, very casually, to kill the guy standing behind him, but I insist that honor falls to me...

Saturday, 3/17/12

DR 4am
MTV, Jersey Shore (watched it before bed)

WBTB 4:58 - 5:55 GM4+Ch300 5:45 watched WBTB, visualization and OBE videos on youtube/WBTB
9am WILD (10-15min long)
I visualize my town and my moms kitchen - the destination. I start to see swirls and colors - yellow-green ice moon. Then I'm flying over street C. towards my house. The movement stops and I see the towns church in the distance. I say I...am...there..., but nothing happens. I know why - I don't like to land there.
Then my flight over street continues and I see the apartment building right next to my house. This time when I say I...am...there, I mean it and I materialize in moms living room. The apartment buildings are awash in soft light of afternoon sun and they are brilliantly vivid, detailed, colorful and beautiful.
Little A. spots me first and runs to the grownups in the kitchen. I follow him. I'm not sure they can see me. So I touch my moms knee and my aunts knee, as they are sitting at the table. Now they can see me and they are ok with that.
There is so many cakes and sweet stuff, I immediately start stuffing my face. First with something my mom made - cookies made from pecans with some jam layer. Then laskonky from store. There are also kremese, and some pineapple upside down cake and some green cake with chocolate. I'm starting to get a stomach ache from all the sweet stuff, so I just cut off a piece from all of them.
I also eat some ham. Lots of ham. As I partially wake up, I'm still chewing and swallowing.
There are some guests in the living room. They brought the lemon chocolate and pineapple cakes. We are talking. I turn down the volume on the TV.
I'm reading some newspaper, looking for my name in it for some reason.
I know they had some beer when I arrived, but now there is none. I'm upset.

DR at 11:44am
I'm suppose to meat an indian guide on a hill for a lesson. When I get there, I see someone approaching. She is gliding on the air, like Tibetan lamas. When she stops in front of me, I see she is a pretty young indian woman, long black hair, dressed in traditional indian attire.
Then we are in a building. She is suppose to teach me how to levitate/glide through air in waking life. I tell her I used to do that, when I was a child. I show her how. I jump in the air and flap my arms really hard. To my surprise, I don't fall back down. It's a great feeling to by flying.

***sometime during transition, I heard music. So I thought, if I put on some LD inducing music, it will help me get lucid. I put on my laptop (not IWL, still in the transition part) and immediately feel strong headrush and acceleration. I got lucid. For a moment I worried, how will I turn the music off now, so it doesn't wake me up. But it stops by itself. ***

Friday, 3/16/12 bed time 12:30 am

DR 4:43am
I'm a member of NCIS team, with Gibbs and DiNozzo. We have a training exercise. Me and another person are suppose to hide and team is suppose to find us. We are in woods in some shelter and on the river. Finally we hide in a multi-story apartment building. I'm running down the stairs. I see a side corridor ending with big glass wall. I decide that's a good spot to hide. I open the glass and walk behind it. There is already a person hiding. I stand on the other side. This person leans towards me to talk, but now she is visible through the glass and they see her. While they deal with her, I run away. Trying to find an apartment that has a cable box, because through the hole for the box I can escape, while holding on to cables.
WBTB 4:43 - 5:26 - nothing

Thursday, 3/15/12 5-HTP 11:15pm

I slept from 12-4:55 without waking up.
WBTB 4:55 - 5:34
DILD 1 at 6:56am
I'm at home in NZ. Getting ready to sleep in a bed in living room, where my parents are still watching TV. I realize I'm sleepy and should go to sleep. I'm reading a book about LDing. As I'm closing the book, I see, that the last pages (30) are all drawings and pictures of dreams and how to draw dreams. There is a picture of an old fashion sail ship (like pirate ship) in different stages of drawing - I guess it shows you in steps how to draw it.
Then my dad pokes his head in the door and yells at me for reading by insufficient light. I look at my lamp and seems fine to me. He is putting on a coat and so he can go to help a neighbor. I ask him, when was the last time, he had something nice to tell me.
I fall asleep and dreaming of being in the kitchen by the glass door to the balcony, talking to dad. I decide to walk through the glass door and I do so. Here I realize, I'm dreaming. I jump up on the railing and yell at my dad, who followed me outside. I yell: 'Look at me'. He looks, but I yell again. This time I can tell by his expression, that he sees me as a spirit in a lucid dream. I fly off. There are some tall trees and I decide to stabilize by looking at their leaves. Having little trouble with controlling my flight, trying to grab on the branches, but give up. Building right behind the trees is a church. I see a smoke rising as if from a cigarette through the open window. I decide to not go there. I turn around and float through the street. In panic I realize, I don't know what to do. I decide to fly higher and see where I'm. I see the city below me, at night, with streetlights on and also some windows are lit. In the distance, I think I recognize the Big Ben. London it is

LD 31: Contains shape shifting, flight, element manipulation, teleport, summon object to hand. I had been awakened form my last LD by the alarm clock. I was pissed, but I decided to hit snooze and try a last ditch DEILD before a long work day. I got lucky and had a fabulous 10 minute LD. I looked at the time, hit the snooze, and tried to picture the last dream. I had been transformed into a horse, so I tried to picture that. It only took about 30 seconds to drift off back to sleep.
I felt like I had a giant head. I became lucid and was more or less in the shape of a horse. I turned back in a person. Why the heck was I a horse? Oh yeah, it had something to do with a challenge thread on Dreamviews. I know there was more than to become a horse, but maybe I will figure it out after I become a horse again. I like to really feel a transformation and experiance the body of the animal. I took my time and became a solid horse. The scenery at this point is just me and a field of bluish gray, like the white area in The Matrix.
I stablize by stamping my hooves and trying to feel the impact of the hooves against a hard surface. The ground appears, and I play around as a horse. I remeber I was wanting to be a flying teleporting horse. I started to levitate and drift forward. No, that seems dumb, I should have wings. I grow wings and flex them. I start flying and it feels awesome. I fly up and up way into the sky. I start a dive and start going real fast like a hawk. I remember that I wanted to challenge my self and teleport while in flight. Ok, how will I know if I teleport or not. I decide the entire landscape should suddenly be completely and radically different. As I am getting closer to the ground in a crazy dive, I can see that I am above The Grand Canyon. Ok, I will teleport to the California coast. I focus on the canyon and make the image blur, it comes back into focus as the coast.
I fly down to the beach and walk as a horse through the shallow waves. Suddenly a wave over takes me and I am having to swim. I fly back up out of the waves, and climb back up into the clouds. I want to try it one more time. I get a few thousand feet up above the coast and start another power dive. As I am getting closer to the ground, I blur out the scene and intend on going to a forest. The picture comes back as a forest. I land amongst the trees.
Well, what now? I remember my next goal was elemental manipulation. I think being a fire breathing horse would be cool. I try it, but all I can manage is a small cute little tongue of flame. I decide to turn human again and try other manipulations. I want a torch so I look into the palm of my hand and materialize one. I focus and cause flames to erupt from the torch. I set the torch down and make it become a bon fire. I make rain pour just on the fire, and it goes up in steam. I focus the steam into a ball and take it into my hands. I lift my hands to the sky and cause the ball of steam to become lightning and blast up into the sky, causing it to start raining. I don't know why but I decided to do my RC which is levetation, and it worked. I stablized again by patting my hands all over my body.
I turn back into the horse and start to fly again, but a wall of vines catches me like a spider web. I transform into a monkey. I stabelize again by trying to feel and move my new prehensile tail. I start climbing the vines and make sure to use the tail. What now? How about something silly. I decide that there is a lake somewhere below and it would be so odd to jump and become a fish while flying trough the air! I fling my monkey body off of the vines and then become a big carp. I am flying towards the ground and hope it is water. No wait!!! I know it is a lake! I splash into a pond and am under water. I look around and try to get the feel for being a fish. I am looking up from below and see little bugs on the surface. Hmmm, I think it is neat to eat things and see how well I can taste them. Bugs? Yeah sure, why not. At first I just gobbled them from the surface. I could taste something, but it was bland and generic tasting. I decided to catch bugs that flew by. I launched out of the water and snatched one. I tried a second time and when I was in mid air,,, the alarm went off and I had to start my day.

LD30: Had 1.5 hours to attempt my last WILD for the night. It had almost failed, and I got very floaty and almost lossing awareness. I finally started see exotic swirling patterns and I tried to move a dream body, in case I actually was on the threashold of an LD. I could feel myself move. I could bend each joint and feel myself dance and stuff, but the visuals took a couple minutes to become dream like rather than pshycodelic. I spent some time working on transforming into a horse. I like to feel as if I am the animal rather than just appear as it. I spent a few minutes and got into the shape of a horse. Other than me there was no imagery, like The Matrix training room. I stablized by stamping my hooves and trying to hear the noise it made. I couldn't really hear it well, but it did the trick. I was trying to remember why I had wanted to become a horse. The alarm rang and woke me. The dream may have been less than 10 minutes, so that short WILD took 80 minutes to work. Dur~8-10 min.

I stopped doing DJ entries on this site about six months ago now. I came back to a DJ so horribly Disorganized and poorly written that the only real option seems to be to just clean this out and start a new account. I will replace all of the DJ entries with "deleted" But don't worry I'm copying them into a folder on my hard drive.

Some might say it's good to have a messy dream journal, but I personally don't like how any of these dreams were worded or came out. I categorized this as "side notes" because it mostly has to do more with my movement to another account than lucid dreaming at all.

DV site itself only does a soft delete. I really want these off the web completely.

So I will be coming back to this site very soon on a new account. I really like this DJ system. ;)

3/18/12
I dream I am driving home from some sort of event. I can't recall the event, I just remember being in a large warehouse-like place. I left, and then entered my Dad's car, who was apparently home already. My brother sits in the passenger seat, and I take the driver's seat. I start the car, and drive off. As I drive, I dream like a total numbskull. I drive through yards, off road, on sidewalks, and I recall running over a wooden fence. When we get home, my brother is tattling to my Dad about my terrible driving. The two of them leave now. I become lucid. However it's very very vivid. A friend of mine came over, and that's all I remember.*

BiscuitHappyz's Dream

I tried some traditional self hypnotism this time, which seemed to work. I didn't manage to find anybody though.


I was in a city I didn't recognize, pacing in and out of a building's single door. The city was small in diameter, but had very tall buildings. I was in a shorter building, and, as I said, pacing in between doors for no good reason. The setting changed a few times as I came out of the door, but it tended to go back to the city once I came back.

Hey, I thought. This is a dream, isn't it? I became fully lucid. The dream wasn't very stable, but it did not occur to me to do anything about it. Instead, I kept pacing calmly, now manipulating the setting purposefully, just for fun. Eventually, I switched it back to the city, and decided to go on a walk.

As I was walking, I tried to remember various things from waking life that I wanted to do while lucid. DTOMs and all that. Oh yeah, I thought, getting excited. There's the IOSDP thingy toni-

At this point, I had begun rapidly exiting the dream, rather dramatically. I felt like I had disappeared and left a shock wave behind. I was awake and a little hole in the curtains on my window managed to let a bit of light through exactly align with my eyes, which was thoroughly annoying.

I saw a big sign advertising short babysitting jobs late at night. The text was really big, neon and jumbled. I went to see about them. When I got to the job building, it was PACKED with people around my age hoping to get the same jobs. I talked to a woman at the counter a bit. She was telling me about one girl there who owned a La Senza. That girl was about my age and had long blonde hair. I had met her before, and thought she seemed a bit stuck up, but thought I would give her a chance anyway.

Then I was walking to school in the rain. I realized I'd completely forgotten to go to English, so I just went to my next class. Some guy asked me if I could write a short summary of a certain book, and K, who was also there, agreed that I should. I found out it was a book we got in the class I missed, and everyone had to do a book report on it, which included writing a summary. I said okay, they could use mine when I did it. Then K asked if I would write a prologue to the book as well, which was also part of the project, but I said I didn't want to. Writing the summary was also somehow connected to me having to get a jug of orange juice and put it on the floor at work, replacing it whenever it got dirty, and I couldn't remember if I'd done that.

Then I was with some people at the top of a grassy hill, watching this large bearded guy who had a spider. We suspected he was secretly Santa Claus or something, and the spider had something to do with it as well. The spider was a very rare species, with a long thin body that was mostly white with some black markings, including a silhouette of a spider on its back. It could also fly. The man put it down in the grass, but it flew away, and we chased after it, yelling.

Partly from the downtime of DV, and partly from my own neglect, my dream journal has been largely untouched recently. Now that I'm back from uni for a while, and away from its many dream-inhibiting substances, I think I'll try and get this up and running again.

My lack of dream journalling has noticeably affected my dream recall, unfortunately, so I feel as if I'm back to the start, but here goes: a retrospective view of some of the more interesting dream fragments.

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5/3/12

My friend gets stung by a wasp, so I take out a lawsuit against the wasp.

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7/3/12

I'm in a cruise ship hotel with my sister and cousin, and we steal my own dog (god knows who from). We escape to the top floor, which happens to be a posh restaurant, in which I'm pretty sure we're not allowed. My mum assures me it's fine, as my sister and cousin leave. She later plays some liquid drum & bass on some fat speakers, 'Memoirs' by Rameses B.

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14/3/12

I'm on a bed in a public place with my ex-girlfriend from about 3 years ago. I haven't seen her in a while and she tells me about implants she got recently, all 3 of them. She tells me to feel them, then to help her lose her virginity [despite previously being my girlfriend]. Though I nobly oblige, she leaves before we can do the deed, much to the disappointment of my entourage, who had recently formed in the room.

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17/3/12

I'm back from uni and my mum tells me she's seen my tattoo [though in real life, she still hasn't] and thinks it's disgusting [in the dream, it does actually look pretty vile]. However, she says she's over it because she's already cried about it and gotten it out of her system. [I really hope this isn't a true representation of how it actually goes down!]