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I don't remember much, because I woke up and went back to sleep after, so the memory is minimal, but I'm almost positive it happened!

DILD Without Trying
I'm lying in my bed when I just randomly remember to do a reality check. I count my fingers, (I don't remember the results) pinch my nose and breathe... hold the phone... Try again. and again. I'm dreaming! I rub my hands together as that's supposed to help make things vivid. Didn't work, I get up and try to spin. But alas, that is where I lose memory. I must have either gone non-lucid or just forgot. But now I know I can do it!

It does horrible things to my dream recall! I haven't remembered a dream in its entirety for days because of this weekend taking its toll.
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I do remember that I met this guy last night though, which I believe to be worthy of a DJ entry!
21/1/12

Mostly recall in this dream, being in a hotel (a reoccurring theme). The walls/carpet/furniture were all mostly white, which generally thats not the case. I also recall some "character" coming to talk with someone in the room i was apparently in. I remember going to another room and grabbing a few swords of mine that I own (which generally in dreams its my weaker ones that i have, not the 2 that I prefer and happened to be in this dream).

I remember for some reason feeling great evil from this person, I was about to grab my blades.... but then there was someone else... someone I can't remember really seeing, just that I asked them for permission to end the life of the enemy. They said no, and that we had to do something first. I didn't asked, I followed them and before I knew it, I was was running through what seemed to be Baker Ca., Running past houses, up and down hills. We came to a stream which i noticed a body laying face down in on the side of. We were about to just pass it and go to the other side, when one of us (there was now a 3rd with us, all of us in all black/ninja status) jumped the stream, I noticed someone else. Someone had been to the left of the hill and was looking at the 3 of us. The lead said to ditch the mission and head back. So we took off in separate directions, at least I did and then I awoke.

Dream 1
I saw a man with a dark brown mustache in an empty grey room. His family was also there. He accidentally got 2 wax strips on his face. One on his mustache and one on his forehead. His son tore them off. He lost half of his mustache and it made him very sad. I could also see small wounds all over his face.
I saw myself in the mirror and saw a blue wax strip on my upper lip. The wax strip was hard to remove and I was relieved when I succeeded in tearing it off.

Dream 2
My brother was sitting on my bed and asked me to exchange his 50 euros in 10 and 5 euro bills. I went looking for them and found them all over my room. I gave them to him without counting them and he left. I teleported to him on a tram and told him I probably gave him too much. He counted the money and gave me back 10 euros.
I got off the tram and went to a church. I could hear the church bells ringing a song. Each time the song played, it was a few notes higher.
I had a false awakening and wrote down this dream and the previous one

Dream 3
I somehow managed to get to The Hague on foot. I looked at the map on google maps. Then I tried using google streetview to look around. I could see the camera following a sidewalk. I wondered why and talked about it with a woman sitting in a car next to a river. I looked at the map and tried to figure out where D lived. I wasn't sure and guessed which house was his. A few seconds later I could see all street names and was surprised because I somehow managed to remember all of the streets that lead to him. I flew sideways over a park and streets. I sat down next to a short tunnel leading to his house. I was worried that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to show up unexpectedly.
I saw his mom passing by. She noticed me but I'm not sure if she said something to me.

I woke up but still thought about this dream so I re-entered the dream.
I was sitting in a bush in a park. I saw myself in 3rd person perspective. D was playing golf in the same park. I saw a video about how he liked playing golf and pool. I was a little worried but I'm not sure why. I was also sad because he didn't notice me at all even though I was right next to him.

I remember a lot this time. When I woke up most of it was gone but I had a few minutes to fish around and remembered a lot more. I had the alarm a bit later that usual and I remember waking up when the alarm should have rung and going to sleep again, continuing the same dream. Usually I wake up at the same time every morning. This might be useful later.

I also decided to wake up 15 minutes before the alarm and that also worked.


Rating a Knife

I was on a trip to a forest somewhere far away. There were two cabins. In the other cabin someone had tried to light up a portable stove, but had left the kerosene bottle open and the gas had exploded, burning some hair. I had my own kerosene bottle and poured some to the stove. I didn't light it yet, though.

I returned to my own cabin. I was rating the knives I had used during the trip. The ratings would then go on the internet. There was one I hadn't used, it had been lost when I asked for it. The owner said that it was in a really bad shape. He gave the knife to me and it had no handle. I went outside and tried slicing wood with it by hitting it with a piece of wood. It worked really well and I though that it actually was a pretty good chisel. I remember that the slices look almost too perfect. The owner came out and I told him that it was a good chisel.

We were on a bus, leaving. I was standing near the front of the bus listening to someone give instructions. She told us that the weather was different than when we had left. It was raining.

I wen't home and was alone there. I thought about going to get some candy but it was too late, it was dark outside.

The Barbarian Invasion

I was still at home but I was thinking about some game where I attacked a walled city with bats. I couldn't get in the city but the walls were breaking. I was commanding the troops attacking the city from a third person point of view, but aware that I was in my home at the same time (in the dream home).

There was a news report about the city. A clan of barbarians had attacked and destroyed the walls. This was a normal dynamic, the people in the city build walls and the barbarians destroyed them. They didn't wand to go inside because that would risk war, but they would ride around the boundary and yell nasty things. There was some ethnic minority in the city that the barbarians wanted dead and if they saw one of those people they would throw spears and such.

I was now in the city, in first person, and was yelling back at the barbarians. I took a rock and threw it at one of them. It turned out to be their leader, and I hit him in the head. He crossed the border to come look at me. I tried not to look scared, but he was on horseback and looked huge.

my uncle wanted to kill me. i jumped out of the balcony. i somehow realized its a dream and started flying, then falling again so i holded on what i could. when i looked into the windows around, there were familiar people inside.
i was lying on the washbasin with my legs in the bath, somehow straight. i was falling asleep.
two brothers from the king of shamans. the older gave the jounger one a skull, the jounger patted the head of the older one with it and turned his clothes to a drag.

Words spoken from within the dream, no explanation or meaning.

Another night with no dream recall. I'm not really surprised since I'm feeling kind of shitty right now... it seems to be going every other night. So that means tonight should be a good night for dreams!

It was a tourist attraction, so I was following the path laid out for visitors. As I walked however, the authorities continued blasting away at the cliff face, so the soil was disappearing from under my feet, revealing a sheer drop onto the rocks below. I recognized this (vertigo) as my main dream sign. I was reluctant to go back, as this was an outhorized tourist route and so therefore must be safe, but after recognizing the sign and becoing semi-lucid thought better of it and went back- not without having to clutch at the grass to avoid falling to my depth. Moral: don't trust the authorities!

1-21-12 (non-lucid/lucid) I was in a giant cave, and waking in a deep ravine. The stone was a dark grey and looked like there was water running down it. Then further ahead I noticed a sudden drop into the darkness below. I couldn't see the bottom since there was mist, which made me more than a bit nervous. Without knowing exactly what I was doing I reached out my hand and a platform appeared, I glided over to it, but it wasn't enough to get me onto the platform, just the side of it, I tried scrambling up the side, but it seemed to be made of some sort of soft rock, like graphite, after I used claws and kicked at the rock with my legs I managed to heave myself onto the platform. I got over to the other side and got to my home. It was in a guild I had apparently left and hadn't been seen there for a while. The only thing I remember from being gone from the guild was a home far away from the guild at another part of the cave system. I tread in and found my old home. I saw that pretty much the whole town coming to visit so I ran into my house and ran through a series of doors until I suddenly realized I was dreaming and before I went through the next door I thought of a ballroom. Then I opened the door and immediately looked to my right. Rajin stood next to a railing to the right, and it was my DG this time, not a random, DC. I looked at the rest of the ballroom, which was beautiful. The walls and ceiling were a shining white color and so were the railings and stairs. On the other side was another platform and door. The floor on the main area was a checkerboard pattern, black and white and the dancing area was burgundy color velvet. I looked at Rajin. He was wearing a Victorian looking suit and a bright red shirt underneath it. I barely caught a faint smile. I walked up to him and put my hand on his chest and kissed him. I tasted blood and vanilla and my dream started fading, so I looked at my hands and clapped, to bring the dream back. He wanted to dance, but I told him I didn’t want to until I found my dress. I ran over to the other side of the door and walked into a very small cylinder, like room, and Rajin told me to improvise so I created a staircase. I walked up to the top and there was a sudden drop. He told me to jump. I trusted him and jumped and as I jumped the dream changed and I hit the ground and felt a snap in my neck. I stood up and righted my neck, I heard a few cracks, but felt nothing. Rajin jumped down and landed on his feet, that smug bastard. Then I walked out into the sun. It’s the first time I can ever remember seeing the sun in my dreams. It was beautiful. The sky wasn’t overly bright, but not too dark, like right when the sun is starting to go down and I was in a wheat field. Maybe he meant for me to see this the whole time. So, being joyful of seeing the sun the first time in dreams I spun around and started running and spinning some more and skipping and I got farther and farther away from Rajin and I woke up.

I was at a marina. There was a boat and the guy inside had a loudspeaker connected to a microphone that he probably used for guided tours in the bay. He was making jokes with an attractive guy in a jet-ski next to his boat. I don't remember the words they exchanged. The guy with the jet-ski had black hair and a goatee and was wearing a dark wetsuit. I remember he waved at me. Another person appeared who had long brown hair and was fairly stocky. I remember thinking he was my brother (even though he wasn't Jared and I have no other brother than Jared.) He said something to the guy in the wetsuit about meeting at the hill. I knew they were referring to the hill across the marina, so I made a gigantic jump across the water in the marina and landed on it. It just so happens that this hill was in the backyard of my mom's house. Then the thought occurred to me that it might be creepy and stalker-ish to keep following these guys around so I went into the backdoor of my home. My mom was in the kitchen cooking some type of macaroni pasta. My "brother" in the dream came inside shortly after me.

I was seeing things through a 3rd person point of view as if I was watching a move, only I wasn't playing any role in it, just an observer. I saw an arabian man (or middle-eastern) standing at a food stand facing the other way. The stand was in a small village with various shacks and stands scattered throughout. He started walking towards another stand when, suddenly, he looked down at his watch. After a few seconds he teleported to a large stadium, similar to the roman colisseum only made of metal. He had some weird white goo oozing out of his chest.

He collected this goo in a jar and put it in his pocket. Then a large group of men, what looked like a mafia of sorts, came out of the darkness. They had weird looking machines which seemed to be similar to guns. They pointed them at the man and asked for the jar. The man denied and ran through a corridor to get outside the colisseum. He ended up in a medium sized room with no doors or windows. The group of men were right behind him. They pointed their "guns" at him and demanded the goo. The arabian man denied again and got into a fighting stance. The group of men charged at him and he charged right back, but before anything could happen I woke up.

My sister Ashley was driving me to my dad's house. When we parked in front of the garage she pulled out some double-stuf oreos from her purse and we ate them. I talked to her about my horrible middle school past. In particular, I told her about a time when I came and sat at my desk in one of my classes: (There were a group of snotty "popular" girls standing next to me. One of them told the others "Let's get away from that boy who talks like a girl!" and they all followed her away from me. - I was a late starter in puberty and my voice took longer to change than most of the other guys) After that, she told me how the friends she has all loved me and that "people who hang out in bookstores are the type who would make great friends for me." Then my dad pulled up in his truck and we got out of her car.

Adventure

I am on a flying object with my brother. Apparently, I have won a trip for two on this flying object, whatever it is. I decided to take my brother along. It seems to be a huge structure, thousands of feet high, with a flat platform at the top and two legs stretching to the ground below. As it glides, the legs pass through wooded hillsides. I wonder about the possibility of the legs breaking the trees, or something.

I seem to know that I am dreaming without becoming lucid. I am able to change the arrangement of the structure's platform by thinking about it, and try to arrange things so that we have a good view of the landscape below us. We walk towards the middle of the platform, where there is a large opening. I try to widen the opening so we have a nice view, but seem to have difficulty doing so. I move half of the floor up at an angle, but we still don't get a great view.

At some point, we end up on the ground in the woods. It seems that this is our destination. Now there are a few of us travelling, and it is getting dark. We can hear things in the trees around us, and a large creature moves above. The creature swoops down a few yards off to the left from us, and I see that it is a prehistoric "Terror Bird". In reality, Terror Birds were flightless, while in my dream this one had huge wings and flew rather well. It was a pretty bird, although somewhat menacing. It also appeared to have human characteristics, and possibly a face. I theorize that this creature is the origin of the Moth Man sightings, although my scientific explanation for the apparition doesn't lessen our danger any. The bird is a predator, and doesn't look very friendly at the moment.

We decide to seek shelter. I duck behind a tree, thinking that perhaps this will make it more difficult for the bird to swoop down at me. Someone decides to light a fire to frighten the bird away. I seem to recall this working, at any rate the bird leaves us alone...

...I have a fuzzy recollection of a train that I need to get on. There is disaster coming, and the train is like Noah's Ark. People are flooding to get on it, but some people who look religious/important are deciding who gets on and who doesn't. The people who can't get on run away very fast, and I have a feeling that despite the urgency of the important looking people they may still be able to save themselves. As things progress, it turns out that the important Pharisees are actually some sort of scam, and the train won't save anyone. In fact, it may be the opposite...

...It seemed like this dream went on for hours. After much travelling, we end up "home" in something like an office building of my old college (which I dream about sometimes) and the hospital I now work in. I am making rounds of some sort, seeing people who were part of the big adventure. We are all exhausted, perhaps some of us are injured, and we have lost everything. It seems like a not so good ending to such an experience, although we are happy to be alive. I and my wife (? I'm not married in RL) have lost our money, and our farm (?). We had hoped to have some kind of a return on our investment through this trip, but now we have nothing. But a letter comes through the mail. It turns out that back in the woods I had a theory that there was lots of gold. It turns out that there was, just where I said. Someone has stumbled across it in the very spot where we were dealing with the Terror Bird. That somehow makes our journey a success.

Happily, the man is friend or family, and is going to share his white gold (which looks like cottage cheese) with us. We will have all the money we need now.

Phlebotomy Phragment

I am in the hospital. I am apparently supposed to either give someone a vaccination or draw blood from them. Heading towards the patient's room, I realize that I have never done this before. The phlebotomist that I am with assures me that it is easy to do, and that people are tougher than I think. Even though my hands are shaky, they won't care if I shake the needle around during the procedure.

I was watching TV with Ray. There was a documentary about Hitler and the Holocaust showing on the History Channel. I turned to Ray and said "Isn't it odd that Hitler was able to do all of these bad things without a lot of protest from the German people?" He just nodded. I watched the screen and it was playing a scene from that time - silent and black and white. There were Nazi soldiers shooting at civilians who were walking by. A man fell down and at first I thought he was shot - but really he was sprayed in the face with some kind of molten metal. It spread from his forehead over his right eye and I could really sense the pain he was feeling.