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DJ Log: January 7, 2012 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking toward a small house in the woods. As I approach, the house appears to get smaller instead of larger. Once I arrive, the roof is barely taller than the door and the house is about the side of a small utility shed. Somehow remembering that I’m looking for a friend of mine, I open the front door and walk inside. The first room I walk into is huge. The ceilings are at least 12’ (3.7m) high and the room is quite large.

I walk through and into another large room. There are a couple of people messing around with something on a table, but my friend is nowhere to be found. I walk around the corner into a utility room, but there is nobody there. I walk back out into the main room and ask the people if they have seen my friend. They just look at me puzzled, and then resume what they were doing.

DJ Log: January 7, 2012 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking up a concrete and steel stairway, looking for a door that leads outside. The stairs are grooved concrete with a steel edge. The railing is a rusty orange steel pipe and the walls are concrete block. There is a small dim light at each switchback.

I get all the way to the top and find that there are no doors at any of the landings. I turn around and walk back down and find that there is only one door at the bottom of the stairway. Realizing that I am getting nowhere, I open the door and walk out.

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

WITAT:
Nil.

Dream 1
Some astronauts and I were on a ship of some sort. I felt like I was watching a movie. My view changed to a 3rd person view of the ship. It looked like the escape pod from Halo. It was heading towards Jupiter. Then my view changed to being on Jupiter. It was like Mars, but with trees and a blue sky, I then saw the pod land and the astronauts disembarking.

Dream 2
I woke up at midnight and decided to take a shower. After finishing, I wrapped a towel around my waist and left the room. I then heard Dad's door open a bit and I remembered how angry he'd get if I was up late, so I ran back and slept naked.

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

I'm skipping the entries of 27th and 28th because it's the same "cannot recall/didn't sleep right" thing

WITAT:
Better recall.

Dream 1
I don't know how it started, but aliens were firing a laser from space to remove America. Superman I think tried to reason with them while the germans try to "alien-proof" themselves. The Fuhrer tried to reason with them and Superman. "You want to alien-proof" I heard a voice say. Suddenly, 2 water sprinklers appeared strapped on to the Fuhrer.

Note:
It may not be a dream.

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

What I'm trying to achieve tonight:
To dream.

Dream 1
Can't recall much. I remember the words, "anybody" and "pain". I was also in a physics classroom with an empty book in front of me.

Dream 2
It was night time. I was at a place like a plaza with Les, Mum and Nigel. Like the people usually are in my dream, they were all silent. We were eating out at a restaurant. After we were done, I walked around the plaza. All the stores and whatever were just empty white rooms that were lit up, and there was no street lights. Then I met an indian man. He was drinking wine and he didn't have an indian accent. I went back to the restaurant and saw him again, this time, his wine was finished and he was drunk. He said he wanted more, but then I told this exact line, "You've had enough". I took his cup and placed it in a nearby shelf. I then returned to the table and dessert was being served.

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

21st Sep/22nd Sep
Both contain the same content

What I'm trying to achieve tonight:
A successful lucid dream.

- Failed to recall -

23rd Sep

What I'm trying to achieve tonight:
Restored recall.

Dream 1
It seems I can only remember the near-end. I was on an open-topped MRT, above plenty of buildings. I was being told how Japan will not host or fund a certain event, then was told how Malaysia and Singapore had no helicopters.

24th Sep

-Didn't sleep right-

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

What I'm trying to achieve tonight:
A not so realistic dream.

Dream 1
My recall was not so clear as usual. I think I was on a motorbike going down a kampung road. I then ended up at a malay man's house to go for a fishing trip.

Dream 2
I went to school on my bike to take my dogs around. It just so happens however that my all my classmates were there. I followed them into A'maths class. Upon entering, Mr. William thought I took A'maths, so he didn't let me leave. It took a while to convince him otherwise. When I got out of school, I noticed the dogs were scattered, so I tried to round them up. Then I noticed the park hedges were missing, so I did a reality check by pushing my tongue through my teeth. Turns out, the reality check worked and I became lucid, but unfortunately, doing the reality check inflicted so much pain that my right arm became paralysed. I tried to rub my hands, but due to the misfortune, I became blind for the next five seconds or so before entering dream 3

Dream 3
I woke up early in the morning. It was still very dark. Jose then got up and got out of the room. I got up and looked for my journal. Jose then came back and started playing the Wii. I tried to tell Jose to stop. I started hearing my dad's footsteps. I was scared that we'd all be screwed 'cause of the Wii. He then entered and said it was ok.

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

What I'm trying to achieve tonight:
Nightmares (this time with depressing thoughts )

Dream 1
Still fuzzy. Nigel, Justin and I were doing a run. It was like yesterday's run, except that it was on an actual road. During the run, we mislead a kind into getting lost. There was nothing awkward, that's for sure. After the run, I felt a bit guilty.

Cay's Dreams
Uh, rivers. A running theme of rivers. So if anybody else dreamt of rivers...

Dream 1
I was the nurse, or companion to a little girl. I began watching the series Merlin last night and I looked like the girl who plays Guinevere in the dream. Apparently I'd done something bad- chasing the little girl around the house in play, I'd, I don't know, broken something valuable. The (surprisingly young) widowed master of the house called me to the main room. I was, for some reason under the impression that he was going to cut off my leg below the knee, so I propped it up on an ottoman and braced myself. "I don't want your leg," he spat, "I want your life." I stared. "You'll be killed," he mouthed slowly.

My first instinct was to GTFO, so I darted out the open front door, vaulted over the porch, and into the woods. I'd heard the young master draw his pistol, so I sprang haphazardly from cover to cover until I was able to dive into the river. Having heard the cracking of twigs upon the bank, I stayed under as long as possible. Eventually I drifted through a tunnel. At this point my feeble dream mind had forgotten what I was doing, but I was clinging onto a gray teddy bear with button eyes I didn't remember having picked up.

I came out into bright daylight- it had seemed like early morning when I'd left the house- beating down on the translucent brown surface of the river. The water was so smooth and warm that I lost any sense of purpose, but I kept ahold of that teddy bear. I eventually noticed that there was a lot- and I mean a lot- of debris in this river. The current all seemed to direct it to the same place, a little building on stilts just off the distant bank. I got close enough to see that the water was being churned by wheel on the side of the building, and the debris was directed into a tube that hung below it. I hauled myself up onto a little dock with a small canoe tied to it and let myself into the building.

Inside, my eyes had to adjust. The lights overhead glowed softly blue. A crouching figure started at my entry. It was a small girl, with long blonde hair. Her face was hidden by a great pair of goggles, her hands by rubber gloves. She wore a one-piece swimsuit. In front of her, there was a conveyer belt on which were apparently the smallest items saved from the river, potentially valuable. Her job was to seperate the precious objects from the mud, twigs and- I choked a little- the decaying carcasses of small animals.

At this point, I had become male. Middle aged. So I easily intimidated the little girl, and spent a good time coaxing her back out of the corner to talk to me. She explained that her father ran a resort up the river, and her job was to keep the debris out of the view of the patrons of the Riverbend Hotel. The dream fades a bit here.

Then we were at the resort. It was a mammoth blue structure with balconies and people traveling all over the outside along what look like fire escapes. I got some strange looks for following the owner's daughter about. We met her little brother, and went for a swim in the much clearer water there. I found myself far under the surface and ran out of oxygen- then I began breathing in water as naturally as air (which happens often enough in my dreams). That startled me so that I woke up.

Dream 2
I'm going to type this one in less unnecessary detail because it's morning and I'm hungry.

Again, on a river. This building was open-air, like a bunch of picnic shelters stacked on top of each other. There were a few key dream characters- an older man with a white beard and glasses and his wife, and a paranormal investigator, a tan, dark-haired man in his thirties wearing a white coat. The older couple owned the building and were interested in the goings-on. They pretty much thought they could exorcize the place themselves, and were always tromping around ruining the devices the younger man had set up. I was just on vacation with my family, and we'd picked the wrong place to stay.

There was one room upstairs that I can picture clearly, but have no idea what was going on in it. There was a table in the center, with a number of oblong shapes laid out, and wires running from them to the ceiling. There were also cobwebs everywhere, probably the influence of that first episode of Merlin. Anyway, this was the room that, more than any other the investigator didn't want disturbed, but of course they did. After that, he pretty much yelled, "You fools, you've killed them all!" and GTFO'd.

Then we were in this crazy vehicle that looked like the front engine of a train pulling a wagon, and the adults were wasted. Long story short they crashed into the building on the side with that weird room and apparently let loose all these angry spirits and stuff.

It ended with a- cutscene, I guess you'd call it? It started with what looked like the old man, except his eyes were cast over white and a yellow light glowed from just below his sternum. He was talking to...himself? There was a half dozen of the old man, and it looked like his wife and all my family had also been cloned for whatever purpose...they were acting normal, and seemed to have the same memories and personalities as the originals. I don't know.

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

17th Sep

What I'm trying to achieve tonight:
No nightmares.

Failed to recall: Was ill.

At least it was a good sleep

18th Sep

What I'm trying to achieve tonight:
A nightmare.

Failed to recall.

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

What I'm trying to achieve tonight:
Good Recall.

Dream 1
I was at home. I had received a present from Aunty Nan. It was a chocolate bun that could only be smoked. This time, I actually got a cigarette lighter out of somewhere reasonable; the kitchen. I lit it up. Having never before smoked anything, I simply sucked it. Chocolatey. I showed it off to Nigel. As usual, he didn't give a damn. The bun went out, so I had to lit it again.

Dream 2
Straight from 1, I suddenly started browsing a map. The map interface (the things video games do to your mind) went off and I was in a town centre. In front of me was a group of pixelated people in front of a fountain, posing for a picture. They all showed their Nintendo DS to the camera. The thing I thought; "Gamers".

This is a near-exact copy of the text in my journal

What I'm trying to achieve tonight:
Prolong a possible lucid dream

Dream 1
It started with me being shifted to dream school. It was like top military stuff, like something out of X-men. It was nothing about dreams. Unfortunately, I can't recall anything else.

Dream 2
From dream 1, I suddenly appeared in the school park, at the usual gazeebo with Nigel, Shruthi and Kazuki. I got a large brush out of nowhere and started shoving dead insects out of it. Eventually this big beautiful butterfly came out of it, which amazed everyone in the gazeebo. Apparently, I said to Nigel, "Hey, remember this. I can't believe it's still alive." He didn't reply. The butterfly ring a bell, but it wasn't familiar enough for me to remember it now. But then there was this little blue thing that came out with the butterfly. It was the size of my thumb. As it breathed, it was like two ballons under a blue blanket that kept inflating and deflating. It had to blue balls on its forehead that it seems to be shooting every three to four seconds. It didn't hurt, but it felt hit when it did hit.

Dream 3
I was at school with Zal and some guy. Unfortunately, I screwed up dream recall, so I can't remember anything else.

12.07.2009

Third Person in Mudland (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Third-person dream. Picture a landscape that is mud-flats that are mostly dried out or just damp, and boulders, shallow valleys. No vegetation, clear light-blue sky.
Mel Gibson is there, asleep, curled up next to a large boulder, covered in a thin layer of dried mud but otherwise naked. Everything is covered in a thin layer of dried mud.
He has been asleep for years. He wakes up and is really thirsty and hungry. He starts running around looking for something, something he has hidden, muttering things like "I am sure I left it around here somewhere.." He looks for a long time getting ever more desperate, hoping that no other scavengers have found 'it', which is some kind of small stash of personal belongings including clothes, water, food, weapons... (it is a harsh world)
He has pretty much given up searching when he finds a small cave entrance in a mud-covered rock wall. He is hesitant to enter it as it is only just big enough to fit into and any such feature in such a landscape is bound to be used by someone or something. He crawls in anyway. Inside down a short narrow crack it widens into a square shaped not-very-muddy room cut into the rock, lit by a candle which he examines to see how long it has been burning - no way to tell but there is an hour or so left on it.
Leading off of the room are some steps that lead to a very narrow passage at the end of which is a small crack in the rock through which can be seen another room. In this other room are some traders/smugglers/slavers who can be heard talking but not seen.
Mel decides to ambush whoever is obviously soon going to be returning to this cave/room he has found.
At this point the dream goes first-person but it is still Mel Gibson...
I am waiting trying to stand perfectly still just inside the entrance, thinking that this is a crap ambush setup. I am naked with no weapons and only a small chance of surprising anyone. I hear someone coming and just before they appear I rush out roaring loudly to try to get surprise on them. 'They' are a small goblin-like creature dressed in furs and leather who is not at all bothered or surprised to find this large mud-covered naked man charging towards him roaring. He calmly draws a knife and would stab it deep into my stomach but I catch it - deeply cutting my thumb. He is very strong for his size and a battle for control over the knife is beginning when the goblin's companion enters the room/cave.
This new character is a large man also dressed in leather and furs with weapons. He takes in the situation with a glance that clearly says "this mud-covered man in our cave is a sleeper who has recently woken, he is tired, weak, thirsty and hungry after his long sleep. My goblin friend has cut him, this is inconveinient but he will still fetch a good price", his glance also clearly reveals that upon reflecting like this he comes to a decision.
He commands the goblin type to put away the knife and gives me a look that says - in a not particularly nasty way - that it would be stupid to try any funny stuff. I think, fair enough there will be better opportunities to escape and it seems these people want me in good shape so they will have to feed me and give me water.
The man hands me a small lizard the size and shape of a toy plastic dinosaur - which begins to lick the wound on my thumb which is bleeding. I somehow know that this is healing but also that it will keep me weak (some poison in it's saliva?) and that if I get a chance to recover properly I will have enormous strength. I resolve to take advantage of this later to get the better of them and make my escape...
There is more to this dream but my recall of it is bad and the fragments don't come together into a story... The dream fades and I wake up and try WBTB

Katsuno's Dreams

1st: I was with many of my friends and we were going to a club. There was this girl I've never seen but she looked hot as hell and she always stayed by my side. She had blonde hairs and looked a little bit drunk but she could talk normally. She told me that she thinks I'm cute and asked me if we want to dance inside the club. I agreed and felt really happy. We sneaked inside because the crowd was really big and inside was the bouncer but he let us inside. We showed him our tickets and went inside. All of my friends sat down in front of the bar and talked. Suddenly that hot girl flirted with a guy we always make fun of IRL (He always does stupid things and everybody talks makes fun of him behind his back, even the girls) and I was confused. The dream scene skipped and I was now standing beside my best friend and a girl, he really likes (I was sleeping at his place last night because we went to some Bars last night). It was like in a movie: The girl was sitting at a computer terminal and had to hack some information while we back her up. She was really slow and she told us that she is bad with computers and we got angry. Suddenly another friend of mine showed up and threw her away from the chair. He sat down and immediately hacked the computer. The other friend stood outside when suddenly his mom showed up. I was confused and almost got lucid because this was so stupid. She told me that he forgot to clean up his room... I woke up

2nd: I was playing some kind of video game that looked like a child's game. I was climbing up a tree and monkeys where on the tree. Suddenly I got lucid. It was low-lucidity so it didn't last long but I was happy that I got lucid, even though I wasn't sleeping in my own bed. Instead of climbing the tree up I just lifted it with my psychic powers and I made it grow. I don't know why I did it but at this moment, it felt like the right thing to do ^^
I don't remember much of the last part but I know that I flew ín the air and noticed I was inside an jungle. The last thing I remember is flying away and then waking up

I was up here, but not up here. It was different. The house was big and lovely with hardwood floors, the bottom floor had a front door that led to a staircase, and off to the right there was a dining room and a living room, around the side of the stairs there was a long thin den with a back door, to the left of the stairs there was an enclosed kitchen.

Up the stairs there was a platform with another set of stairs (that could be seen from entrance) that my mom used as art space. The other set of stairs led to bedrooms.

The creature that claimed to be my mother, with her black hair in a chin length bob. She was trying to construct nesting materials and an area for the birds -- the house wasn't isolated anymore, you could see a highway and strip mall out the window, and the birds were gone. That's what made me go lucid, the view out her bedroom window. I knew then that she wasn't really my mom. She was some kind of odd dream creature impersonating a mother, perhaps with the intent to disturb me later with her behavior. She really did seem genuine and sad. She fed a pack of stray dogs that came to the window. I played along, as despite my lucidity, I felt bad for the dream creature -- it was as if she was impersonating a mother because she wanted to be one and couldn't, and I felt somehow obliged to hang around with her for awhile. I decided to just spend some time in a low state of energy letting the dream wash over me, as it would allow me to experience the dream from a lucid perspective for longer.

She did try to disturb me, as I expected -- inviting me to see the basement and attic (where presumably unpleasantness lay, I turned it down) and at one point growing a giant, cartoonish penis and trying to rub it on me. Her efforts seemed so cursory and cliche, it was more depressing than disturbing -- even if I were unaware that I was dreaming I am not sure that it would have done anything but wake me. I said that to her when she grew the dick, I said that I knew what she was, and she evoked no family. She seemed frightened, though not necessarily of me (perhaps of failure) and pressed on, thinly acting like she didn't understand, and I allowed her to have sex with me for a bit, as she seemed very uncomfortable. I had no real feelings about it, except feeling bad for the creature. When I pulled away, the penis was gone.

She went to the window and seemed anxious and upset. I walked back into the den and opened the back door. A weird cartoon was playing, I tried to focus on the lyrics to the theme song but while they had the "feeling" of being words, I got to directly experience the dream-disconnect between what seems normal at a distance (words to a song) and what, when closely examined, either is nonsense or defies examination entirely. This was the latter. No matter how I tried, it seemed I could not possibly focus on it. I had tried hard enough to resolve it into something that made sense that I felt the dream start to fade a bit.

I didn't want to get pulled out without doing something fun, so I slid open the glass door at the back of the house and walked a few steps down the yard -- which ended abruptly in a cliff, probably because I had already decided my intention upon going outside. I flew (with slight difficulty, as I was trying not to get too excited and wake up) over a small town and toward the sea. I knew I couldn't stop the dream fading, but I got far enough to smell the sea air and feel the breeze from the ocean. It was relaxing and refreshing. I "went quietly," allowing myself to be woken. Upon waking I was calm.