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(I didn't post for the 55th because I was sickly, slept fitfully all day and night and my recall sucked. I did accidentally WILD twice, but that didn't amount to anything because I was mentally exhausted.)

Cay's Dreams

Dream 1
I guess my nonexistent fiance had snapped and started killing everyone. He shot like three homeless guys in town, then drove home in the most angry, hostile way. I considered throwing myself out of the car, but we were going way too fast. We got to my house and he was packing, because he obviously couldn't stay here. I managed to convince him it'd be better for me to follow after, maybe a couple of months when everything had cooled down. I sat in the living room with my parents and called 911 in hushed tones while he was upstairs, but I didn't get to convey the problem before he came barging downstairs. I stuffed the phone under my thigh.

Dream 2
Generally confusing. I was apparently working, or volunteering in a home for people in a catatonic state. The woman I was responsible for was a complete vegetable, and do to recent neglect had withered away to the size of a child. I was dressing her bedsores with what seemed like iodine when some great alarm went up- there was a fire- and I had to leave her and hope they'd stop the fire before it got to her room, as she couldn't be taken off her life support.

Dream 3
I was standing in the kitchen with my aunt and three members from Vampire Weekend. Ezra Koenig had apparently proven to be quite the cook and had prepared a meal for the "nice family that had taken them in." I was devouring some custard thing and Ezra was quietly singing "That's Amore" when my best friend, username Azra walked in and everyone dropped everything, because she was wearing a wedding dress. There was a long silence, until Ezra cried "Mazel tov!". Azra's mom, who had appeared from a back room, wandered back again, muttering about not having the funds for a wedding right now.

Dream 1
I was having problems with my school funding and the financial people were saying that I did not have enough money to cover my tuition. For some reason I was running and trying to figure out a way to scrounge up some money.

Dream 2
We landed in a pilgrim settlement that looked like something that would be built by ewoks. It was dark and the lighting was poor. There was swam-like parts. The settlers were coming after us so we ran. I think they had guns.

-Side note-
-||||My clarity and awareness were really murky I think its because I have been eating food too close to bedtime. I am going to try to not eat past 6-7pm to see what it does for my recall and clarity. |||||-

15.01.2012

The Dream of the Mall Shoot-Out (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to the bigger island next to mine to meet a local woman whose young daughter was in the hospital. I decided to accompany her to the hospital. We drove there. The hospital was in a giant mall which was partly underground.
Once there, we got separated because I went to buy a magazine for the little girl. I was in the shopping part of the mall, outside the checkout lanes, when people started firing. It was a small squad, about a dozen people. I ducked being a checkout counter. I could only hear them, so I had to guess what they were doing. They were coming from my left and getting closer, shooting people as they went. I heard the victims scream.
There was a dead female cashier close to me so I crawled there, put some of her blood on my shirt and played dead when the squad passed by.
When I was alone, I tried to think about what to do. Other gunmen joined the first squad, it was a little army and they were obviously professionals. They occupied the whole mall, stoping the country's forces from liberating it.
I met other survivors in the mall and we started a resistance. We gathered a few weapons, for instance I had my commando knife with me. Some of the men were older men whom I met in real life about a week before. There was also a man about my age which seemed to have war experience. We fought the invaders, it was a real mall guerilla, hiding in boutiques and between shopshelves. Many people died on our side. Everybody fought, mothers, children, old people.
There were also a few conflicts within our group. I had misunderstanding with the man of my age when I thought he'd stolen my knife, but it was a close-looking one.
In the end, after a few days, the country's army managed to get in the mall but they realized we'd done most of the work. We were tired, dirty and hungry, so we roamed the mall for food, and the police had the nerve to tell us to stop stealing!
Flash forward a few months: the mall has been abandonned following the blood shed. The state has decided to convert the office buildings into nice flats, and me and some of the other survivors are imagining our future life there, the landscaping, etc. As for the shopping part of the mall, it will be turned into a giant market like Rungis for the whole south of France.
End: I'm at home when I receive a phone call from a British woman. She says she wants to meet me to make a film about the attack. For some reason I can't make out a third of what she's saying, but in the end I understand that she wants to make a film and not a documentary, and would like me to star as myself.

I was in a huge hotel. There was a big display in the center of one of the floors. It was covered in scoops of ice cream. It was our last day on vacation so I was waiting for wetting to get ready so we could leave. I wanted to make the most of my last day, though, and everyone else was rushing to leave. I put a scoop of blue ice cream in a cup and took a fork from the display. It tasted like raw cookie dough, in a way, mixed with blueberry muffin. After that I had time to kill while everyone else got ready, so I played Puyo Puyo on my PSP.

Sadly, no recall again on the night of the 13th, due to my poor sleeping pattern.
I do, however, remember a small fragment of last night - though nothing quite as interesting as my last proper dream.
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14/1/12
I am back at school, in a maths class being taught by this fat-arsed invigilator that we used to have for exams [honestly, she could barely fit between the desks when walking up and down the hall] but I hadn't been paying attention. When she makes her way round the class to me, I grab my neighbour's book (who I dislike) and claim it as my own.

I then walk all the way round the school to my next lesson (a huge detour) and see various people on the way, some who have influenced my life greatly, and others who haven't. Nothing particularly remarkable about any of them, apart from an old art teacher of mine spinning uncontrollably on a skateboard, as if in some sort of glitch, as well as Angela from the US Office refusing to help out any of the other teachers.



That was it unfortunately, but hopefully tonight will prove more interesting after seeing Asking Alexandria live.

DJ Log: January 15, 2012 – 12:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

(Note: I wasn't feeling very energetic yesterday, so I took a short nap in the early afternoon. During this nap, there was a brief dream, but I had no recall. By 11:00pm, I was falling asleep in my chair as I was surfing the 'net.)

I went to bed and my body fell asleep very quickly. I felt a couple waves of rumbling vibrations, so I opened my eyes for a moment and could see my room. I closed my eyes again and the vibrations returned for a brief moment. After the second set of vibrations had passed, I feel a strong lateral shifting. It felt as if there were an earthquake and my bed was rocking sideways. I struggled to remain motionless and enjoy the ride. During this time, I could hear a sound which sounded like a heavy train was going at full speed down the tracks. After a moment, the feeling of motion subsided and the sound faded out.

(Note: I'm marking this first segment as non-lucid, but I already had a low level of lucidity. I usually don't flag anything as lucid unless I'm fully lucid.)

I am standing in absolute darkness, listening to a loud partially squelched screaming in my ears. It sounds like a mixture of microphone feedback, white noise, and a low rumble. The sound crackles and fades in and out quickly. I reach up and cover my ears, but the sound just gets louder.

I look forward and can barely see that I am standing in front of a mirror. The light is very dim and I can see my face in the mirror, but things get a bit interesting. As I look into the mirror, the sound fades away. The edges of my face are irregular and are moving slowly. I become fully lucid and attempt to stabilize. I lift my arms so I can see my hands in the mirror. Upon examination, I count 6 fingers on each hand. I look back at my face and it is melting in the mirror. My nose falls off and my eyes are turning sideways and melting off my face. Suddenly, I remember that there is something I am supposed to do.

I remember the basic task of the month, so I look around for the right place to set off some fireworks. There is nobody in this area, so I momentarily look at the ground and teleport to a crowded library. Looking back up, I can see that I made it to the library. There are ~100 DCs in there, some of them just staring straight at me. I guess I startled them when I suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a lighter. Looking in the shelf next to me, I see a huge roll of firecrackers. I flick the lighter and light the fuse. As the fuse sparkles and smokes, I look around the library and see that nobody seemed to notice. The fuse burns into the roll and the first firecracker pops. I suddenly wake up, cussing.

Recall is showing signs of improvement. I'm also still biphasic, though my sleeping times are shifting a bit - I'm not actively mantaining it, but for some reason I can't seem to sleep more than four hours at a time. Time-wise that's actually good, as I need only 6-7 hours of sleep this way instead of the 9-10 I normally sleep. Anyway I don't have anything particularly good to tell you at this point, so I'll share this quick dream from 2009 again:

America's Next Top Model
Date: August 11th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was a competitor in the show, and in fact, I had made it to the last three. I am a guy though. Pretty inconceivable even with my long golden hair and angelic face.

Most of the show was just sitting in the sofa for me. Instead of the standard elimination I was just handed a letter that I had been eliminated. Well that sucks. In the letter Tyra tried to console me by saying that I am a "teen". I was 21 at the time... That said, it appeared that the word had a different meaning for her. Judging by the rest of the letter she meant more like stubborn and she was happy that I had been like that.

Then the dream cut to much later. I was in home and watching the show I was in. Some of the judges were saying that I have awfully thick lips. C'mon, they're not that thick. Besides, wouldn't that be a good thing? Then the screen cut to an edited version of a picture of me where the lips had been photoshopped even thicker! Come on! Then other judge said that "such a pervert couldn't even win the competition". Well yeah, I'm a pervert, but how would they know it? Does thick lips mean pervert?

All in all a total brainfuck of a dream.

Lost my enthusiasm and ability for lucid dreaming. Very poor dream recall has been the main culprit as well as other distractions.


Will be using this journal to get back to where I was and improve upon that, and hopefully have a really good lucid career

I am outside our house. It is summer. I am writing some music. I listen what it sounds like and it sounds good. The tomatoes we were growing in the summer are there. I touch one of the tomatoes and notice they all have gone bad. I become lucid. I decide to do the 1900s TotY. I jump into the air and start to fly. The sky turns black and I'm in space. I see a spiral galaxy (Milky Way?) in front of me. In the spiral arms there are numbers for different decades. I go nearer towards the beginning of the 20th century. Now I have a tape measure in my hand. I look for 1900. I get there. I appear in a castle. There is an unfinished painting in front of me. I start painting, but then I realise that I've come to the 12th century. I even have a 12th century outfit on. I try to get to the year 1900. I close my eyes and try to teleport, but it wakes me up.

In a second dream I am also in our front yard. In this dream I had travelled back in time to 2008 with my family and ended up in wild west. A friend of mine had also been there. When we got out of the house in which we were accommodating, it turned into our house. I had just realised that I shouldn't go near my friend because he might notice that I am 4 years older. So, we are in our front yard looking at several Moons when I become lucid. Again I jump into the sky and get the tape measure in my hand. Now I search for 1900. I find it and teleport. My eyes are shut. A voice tells me that I should get a confirmation that I have arrived at the right place. Someone takes my hand. I become aware of my body... and wake up.

Sunday, January 15, 2012

I just had two dreams before I woke up.

In the first dream I was at a friends house trying to work up the nerve to talk to this girl I really like. Her name is : C
The only thing I can remember is we were stitting around hanging out. My brother D was there as were several other people I did not recognize, two black guys, and Don. Don was trying to spit game at C and I reacted and punched him in the face. He crumpled to the ground and this time I picked him up and slammed him to the ground again.
(For some reason C was no longer present after this.) One of the 2 black dudes got up and said "go for the knife rack", I quickly grabbed 2 knives of my own and attempted to defend myself but I was caught and they cut me on my arms several times before letting me go. I ran out of the house pissed off that they got the better of me . That is when I noticed C and a few other people pull up. I started to ignore them and go to my house, but I couldn't resist and I confronted C. Memory fades on what she said exactly but it border along the lines of "I'm sorry, I know you like me, but I won't break up with him for you." I was bummed out and asked "Who?" that was about the time I woke up.

It should be mentioned that the majority of the dream took place at the neighbors house I grew up next to.


The next dream was a little mixed.

I started out in my grandmothers backyard the way I remember it growing up. I cannot remember the majority of the first portion of this dream other than to say It had something to do with me professing my love for another friends long time girlfriend only to realize I meant it for C. The second half was especially bizarre. I don't know where we were but by all observation it looked like a school. I once again cannot remember the first things that happened. What I do remember is being in love with this certain girl and trying to please her. A woman at the school helped me (though I cannot remember how) to get the girl to like me. The next thing that happened was incredibly strange. The headmaster of the school began rounding everyone up. Some were to stay and others would be put on boats, ships really, to go to who knows where. I was standing in the hallway when all of a sudden a man came from behind and, without a word, began to lead me through the chaos of the halls and into a boat under the hull in a secret hiding place. It seems strange even to me that I would let this man, whom I do not know, lead me somewhere I don't know I am going. However for some reason I had a feeling that this man was pure good and that he was saving me for whatever holocaust was sure to come to me for staying at the school. Indeed even as the headmaster took one final look at the boat before it set sail from his school, I glanced up and out and caught sight of him- looking more than vaguely like Adolph Hitler. As we began to sail away I faded to black and next thing I remember was standing with the girl I so adored outside of a bunker in the dark somewhere. I was confused why we were there and when I asked the girl told me that we were looking for "Her", the woman from the school who helped me "get the girl" so to speak. I felt a presence of danger for some reason so I grabbed two hammers off the wall and readied myself for whatever happens next. Now memory fails me again and the next thing I remember is the fact that the woman revealed that she and the girl were related. When asked "How?" by the girl, she responded: " They said you couldn't have your child so I had it for you " The dream then ends without any resolution other than that sentence. I will say that I had the eerie feeling that the woman was not normal and was either dead or never truly alive to begin with.

I should probably note that the girl "C" I refer to is a girl I have had a crush on for 4 years. We have never been together though at one point I revealed some of my feelings for her. I rarely talk to her now but I think about her everyday.

Lost dream
Non-Lucid: I was somewhere outdoors. I don't remember what I was doing, who I was with (if anyone) or why.
Awake: I wake up and lose the memory of the dream after attempting the second WILD.

WILD attempt #1
Awake: Wake up from my alarm, get out of bed and walk to my door. As I open it I remember it isn't a school day and remember why I woke up so early on a Sunday. Go back to bed but fall asleep.

In the Cafeteria
Non-Lucid: I was in my high schools cafeteria looking through a pamphlet, or maybe a year book. I came across an odd group that was named something along the lines of "school year-book porn". I thought this was odd, but continued in non-lucidity. After talking to some people (I don't remember this part of the dream but I feel like I know it happened) I woke up.

WILD Attempt #2
Awake: I wake up around 8 A.M. and it's fairly bright out but it shouldn't matter much, my window is small. I close my eyes and concentrate on my breathing. I count every breath I take.
Hypnotic Hallucinations?: First sign of HH I start seeing green strips of light going across my left eye (don't ask me how I know, I just know it was only my left one). My arms and legs go numb and feel heavy. Now the green strips turn into large green rings that quickly shrink, only one visible at a time, all appear and shrink in the same spot. There is a bubbling sound, like after you flush a toilet, it goes on for awhile but I don't know if it was real or part of the hallucinations. I feel something in my hand, it feels like someone is rolling a spherical object in it. My heart rate quickens and I remember to take deep breaths, it won't work if I get excited. The rings stop and turn into little balls coming from the right and falling eventually (still green, still one at a time) I start seeing a white glare coming from the bottom, but I think it was just my eyes opening a bit. After this goes on for a bit the rings come back and I can feel just how heavy my arms and legs are.
Awake: Everything except the numbness goes away and I decide that either I'm in a dream or I've failed. I open my eyes and count my fingers. Eleven... recount... ten. I try to push one hand through the other, no dice. Pinch my nose and breathe, nothing. But at least I got to HH, maybe I was just too awake.

I was learning to drive and i was indicating left, but i wanted to turn right. I realised this just as the lights changed and got really angry with myself.

my first dream was in a friends house. it was as if we were younger and had the house to ourselfs, the were 4 of us and we were just having a laugh amoungst ourselves. there was ony guy with us that i have never liked and i started fighting with him and i ended up smashin him, i was talking to one of my mates and he was dissapointed but i dindt really care as if he wanted me to prove a point. then we started laughing about different clothes that we wore.

another dream was that i went to boxing for a bit of training and in the gym there were quite a few people but i cant remember any bags. i started to jog round the gym for a warm up but every time i ran round it would get smaller and there were benches in the gym that reminded me of the ones we had in school. i sat down as it was pretty cramped, i was talking to someone next to me and showing them my new gloves, i decided i would go outside for a jog but when i went outside i woke up. at some point i was focused on my gloves because the name that is printed on them was spelt wrong.

Color Code: Non Lucid: Red , Lucid: Blue

This dream was short and weird, all i remember is running around some sort of shopping centre trying to get alcoholic drinks for free... weird right! then my friends were partying in their and it turned into some sort of club! thats all i can rememeber.

Still yet to have a lucid dream.

(I went Zante, summer last year.)

1-10-12

Nothing much. At one point, I was talking to this old guy, and later I was at a weird sort of musical instrument store. Not weird enough to warrant question, but how the guitars were arranged was weird.