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False Awakening (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

went to sleep with earbuds in with 6 hour delayed lucidremix.mp3 but I woke before it went off, remembered following dream.
I am lying in bed, False awakening. I have dreamed that I heard the mp3 and it made me lucid and I have woken up (I am not lucid) My girlfriend is there and she is afraid.


Attempted WILD in nap (Non-lucid)

Trying to WILD in the afternoon... surfing the border for a while but then begin to dream non-lucidly
In an apartment with girlfriend in dream. I fiddle with the controls of an audio hi-fi but it is not working properly. I try to talk to my GF I think I am close to becoming lucid, but sleep paralysis (more accurately - some awareness leaking in to my dream of REM atonia) gets me so I am struggling to speak (I hate it when that happens) so I wake up fully.
Should have tried to DEILD right then but maybe next time...

Just a couple of Non-Lucids (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dreamed of being at a Dharma study group I go to. Venue is different (Dreamsign) also some students are different. Teacher was same. My girlfriend was there (she goes in Waking Life). She was talking about some work some builders had been doing (from previous dream (Dreamsign)).
An old lady student challenged My GF saying that it is meaningless what My GF is saying. My GF gets defensive and comes up with some defense that is pretty lame but a good effort - she is upset and I get the impression that people want me to take her side - but the old lady is right and she made some good points in the argument. I talk Dharma with the old lady for a bit. She is very sincere and determined, she challenged my GF out of compassion it is clear but she doesn't say so.
I go into another room and notice that my hair (which is quite long) is very wet and dripping with water (Dreamsign). I try to dry and tidy it but I have no towel - I do find a mirror, nothing odd about the reflection but I am concentrating on my hair. I do something else and my dream changes....

...Sometime later I am eating outside in some kind of large park-like area (Dreamsign). I am sharing food with a companion. There is a group of (other homeless people (Dreamsign)) some distance away I am looking at them accross a lawn. They seem to be inviting/challenging us to join them but I don't want to. My companion communicates with them and there is some interaction between all of us - I get drawn in to some interaction, people are curious about me and asking questions. I give short answers and try to make it clear I am being solitary. Some of them are more challenging than others but I manage to be friendly and they seem to get the idea I am ok but just want to be left alone.
A tall smiley loud Irishman who looks a bit like Johnny-Jack from the last series of Sapphire and Steel(TV) but genuinely charismatic and open - he is their leader - tries to draw me into thier group quite aggressively but also being friendly. He is testing me - asking me to do some makework/meaningless/menial task for him (something to do with pulling up grass?(wtf?)). I say no, he says why?(pushing). I look at him straight in the eye and put on a strong Irish accent and say 'Because I am not fecking Irish!'
He gets the idea and we have a fight. No-one is hurt and there is much amusing mutual piss-taking.
It seems we are more of a group now that we have established where we are with each other. We all share food. I am still being solitary but it is accepted now there is mutual respect.
I wake up.

Short DILD with some missed dreamsigns (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Was sharing a room with a one-armed man (left arm missing) like the guy from Twin Peaks(TV). For some reason I felt oppressed by him, but then he was prety weird. Anyway I was being polite. I remember that in a previous dream that led to this one I was involved in some major building construction/demolition (common in my dreams - a dreamsign but I missed it this time)
I took some laundry to the laundrette and put it in the washer. My mother was there advising me about soap powder (another dreamsign I missed - she has been dead for years).
While leaving the launderette I was walking very fast and I had to step aside to avoid a young woman coming the other way, I think this made me more aware. As I was walking down the street I started to pay attention to my footsteps - they were a bit lighter and longer than usual (another of my dreamsigns) - I checked them more closely and decided they were pretty normal and I was not dreaming but then I decided to try to extend them in a floaty way and it then became obvious that I was dreaming. I flew up into the air to prove it.
I then proceeded to explore the dream world but I was not careful to increase lucidity and stabilise the dream, and after a short dream walk through some kind of festival I lost it and woke up.

Was with baron riding a car with family. My other family member had a dog who had to go to the hospital so we scrolled buy to drop it off. There was a massive earthquake and everything was falling apart. I held on to baron. I kept him safe. We kept driving to some place with water. We were supposed to meet people *by the way was clogged. Eventually we had to travel by foot. There was supposed to be another massive earthquake that would rattle the world. I was scared for baron. I kept him close as we took a shortcut to our destination. I felt the second one coming so I jumped and ran *to some temple. There was a couple hiding and I went outside farther away into a murky pit. It happened. Rocks were falling from the sky and I dodged them. Baron was ok. The couple was knocked unconscious but ended up being fine. *

There was a giant party at some baseball players house hosted by a friend of mine. The first party was huge. There was alchohol on the floor and everyone kept sliding around. I broke a few things. The baseball player came was disappointed. It was too fancy and not his style. After the party he got in a fight with his wife and my mom and her went to talk all night. In the morning he wanted to throw a party that night but less fancy with a bang. I was gonna spin fire later. My mom final calmed the wife down and we tried to squeeze in the car to go home. I came back that night and began to spin. The fire went out and the staff always too small. The girl with the dragon tattoo came over to spin her staff. It was much better. She helped me by telling me which staff I should get. I helped her prepare her staff. It was time for her to spin. One of her staff ends needed to be filled so I ran to fill it with gasoline. I could tell she liked me and there was something pure about her. She was about to begin for real. She took a few hits from a j. Right as she was about to spin my alarm went off

For some reason 2 Mexicans were trying to kill me. We had a long showdown with guns and all. Eventually after many complicated moves I disarmed both of them and had millions of dollars in cash. I gave them a few thousand and we became friends I said I *would take them to america and get them jobs. We got stopped at border control because of the money. We took lie detector tests and passed. They let me keep the money. I somehow because some sports legend and got the best office in some building. I was running through the building trying to get the china packages that I was gonna sell. I did this for a while until I woke.*

Home Components Equal Music

Someone had explained to me, and then I was trying to explain to someone else, how different parts of a home correlated to parts of a symphony.

There was a large home, and a symphony playing in the background. I was trying to explain how if you took the columns away from the home (huge columns, though the house was really just a model), a certain section of the symphony wouldn't be heard anymore. The columns then floated away from the model, and one section of the band was no longer heard.

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I was in the military in a truck of sorts. I was standing between the drivers seat and a seat behind me. The two seats were so close together, that I was squeezed tight. This helped me with the next part of my dream.

I was holding on to an ovular ring on the ceiling of the truck with two fingers. I intended for it to look like I was holding up the weight of my body with two fingers, but in fact I'm pretty tall, and the seats being so tight held me up, and I could just reach up to the ring.

Other's looked at me in amazement that I could hold up my bodyweight with 2 fingers. A short, fat guy tried to jump up and grab a ring, but he couldn't even reach it. Then it came into question how I could really hold on with just two fingers.

I was going to have some kind of test about it now, and I wanted to explain how I couldn't really have held up my body weight, but I couldn't explain it because my dream slowed me and my reactions down.

I ended up being thrown under the truck with another person. It was easy enough to stay out from under the wheels, and I was thinking of rolling out from under the truck.

Later, I was talking to my commanding officer. I was nervous about telling him the deal with the truck.

06.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1:

I didn't realize until later in the dream that I had both versions of Paper Mario. The original I bought for the virtual console shop for the Wii and the other for the Gamecube.
I'm inside of a large store. It looks like a bookstore since I saw books all of the place, but they also sold used video games. I had a weird urge to buy Paper Mario, the one for the N64, but apparently it was on the Gamecube in the dream.



The Used Games were on shelves and jumbled up near those huge containers where they would sell cheap old movies. I search the shelves first for it, and saw some weird titles. I saw "Okami" and another one too but it had some long name next to it for the Gamecube, versions of Avatar The Last Airbender etc.



I find Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door, but I was looking for Paper Mario. When I was looking for the game, I saw one familiar DC, let's call him William. He looked oddly familiar to the William I knew IRL that I had a few AP classes with for a while as a Junior and Senior in High School.

He was looking around in the used game sections too and then randomly searched for books. He was looking at a book and just holding his thumb on the side to let the pages fly by quickly.

I turn my attention back to finding Paper Mario, so I go to the area where all the cases were mixed with other used games in a container. I eventually find it, open the case, and there was no CD, just the instruction manual and some other booklets about game safety etc.

I believe it cost $19.99, and for a game that cheap to have an instruction manual, it had to be the best used game I could get from the rest in the pile.

I can't remember what I did after that.

Dream 2:

I'm in some library, and I'm paying attention to this dude who is Caucasian and has dirty blonde hair and he's with some girl that looks like another person I knew IRL.

Let's nickname her "Yvon." (yeah you say it like Yeeee von) The guy who was with Yvon had his parents with him, and I was walking around for something, but I can't remember what.

It seemed that I tried to get closer to her, but I wanted to avoid her at the same time because I was worried what the other dude would think about me looking at his girlfriend weirdly.

So instead of coming in contact with the girl who is headed right to my direction, I go left and walk near the dude. He looks at me like anyone else would if someone comes close to them and them look away going back to whatever it is they're doing, and then I continue walking forward.

(If you were me, you would be facing the screen and the girl is going the opposite direction; not that would matter of course, it just felt like an awkward dream because I think it was projection on how I'm usually afraid to look at a girl for too long if she's obviously with a partner. I'm not the type of guy to just look at women and try to piss off their boyfriends mind you, it's just another flaw I've realized about myself.

I can't remember anything after I past the guy in the dream.

Dream 3:

This dream is weird, I'm still questioning if I'm really lucid or not, but I didn't have thoughts saying "Am I dreaming" or anything like that. It was sort of a second nature nonverbal questioning.

I wake up and get off my bed, I think my father is giving me gifts that other people he knew sent to me. He gave some kind of gray vest with the words "Hollister" on it in white text, and some other random crap.

Then out of no where he gives me a vibrator, like the one shaped like a bean. (I think this is just my subconscious of laughing at me here because I stopped using my Blackberry Curve's vibration app for an anchor for WILDs)

I was kind of shocked because I didn't really have a need for it, and it seemed it was fit more for female use and male use.

After he leaves, I believe I did a nose RC, I'm breathing through my nose, and continue doing so for a while, but I still questioned if my mind was playing tricks on me.

(I don't know why I would questioned the fact that I breathed through my nose even though that's a clear sign that I'm dreaming, but I'll just think of it as being lucid for a while because the whole experience changes when I do realize I'm dreaming).

(But if I knew I was dreaming, I knew I would've escaped this dream scene and head to some random area and ask my subconscious to create Eva from Metal Gear Solid 3 for me since I've met her a few times in prior dreams....eh whatever).

The dream keeps changing into other events. One that I remember is a friend of my father coming and I greeted him, then it changes to where he's showing me something and asking if everything is all right with college I think. I say "Yes, I'm doing all right" like I normally do for every response in real life too.

Next scene, there's a group of DCs laughing and talking with each other.

Next scene, I'm with my mother and she's marveling on how close some school is compared to some other school.

She asked me some random question, and I was annoyed by it because it was a petty question, but I responded, but I can't remember what.

Then I see my father eating Fried Rice with Tortilla Chips (lol que??).

That's all I remember for that one.

Dream 4:

I'm walking in a random room, and I see some object that looks like a deformed Jack-in-a-Box toy. I think it was talking to me and wanting me to smash it.



I think I was jumping on an exercise ball when I smashed it. The ground starts to shake, and I'm wondering what the hell is going. To the right of me, there were mid-cooked pieces of chicken tenders inside a foil tray. And under that was some type of floor grill.



Then I realize I wanted to cook the food, and also realized the ground shaking was just to turn on this oddly-placed grill. I quickly search for something with water in it (why would I choose water?? At least go for cooking oil or something) and then I slowly pour it inside the base of the grill, and it starts to boil faster.

Then as I'm cooking the meat, Riley from "The Boondocks" is near me asking "Aren't you going to clean the grill?" or something like that.



I don't turn my head to look at him, I knew it had to be him by his voice, and I was annoyed by him questioning my cooking. But I responded, "Yes I'll clean it after I wash the chicken again..."

Then he was like "Okaaaay..." I knew he wanted to say something else, but I think he knew he was acting like a nosy bitch and stopped asking me irrelevant questions.
All I remember for that one.

Dream 5:

A DC that looks like Leonardo Dicaprio apparently is trying to save a group of people who are prisoners in some kind of military base look alike. So he disguises himself as a Chef so that he can find a way to help them escape.



I think he had to save a blonde lady, but I'm not sure if she wanted to be saved in the first place. The dream was like watching a trailer where they would pan over to the next scene, and some general looking dude was talking about how they will feed their prisoners with oxen because apparently it was the worse type of meat they could give them.

(But the meat looked like cooked quail or really half-assed quality meat)



I think the kitchen was above where the general was sitting talking to the rest of the guards. I think he questioned what is taking so long in there.

Then for some reason I grab this huge chain of the meat and start offering them to random prisoners.

After that, I put back the empty link that hooked the meat together, turn around, and see some DC that looks like he's helping Leonardo (but I didn't really seen Leonardo at the time)

The new DC was eating some buttered toast, and there were more on the pan being grilled, and it looked pretty buttery to me that I wanted to grab one quickly and nomnomnomnomnomnonom all over it.



I do so, and then the DC talks for a while and reveals that he was pretending to help Leonardo and is in fact a part of the General looking guy's posse.

Then suddenly it's back to my perspective and run like hell to the nearest elevator. It closes pretty quickly thankfully, and then I realized I had to press buttons of course, so I start spamming down the button (I had to press the down button while inside the elevator to see the numbers go down instead of having all of them at once).



I keep doing so until I pressed the lowest level possible. While I waited for the elevator to reach to the first floor, I was kind of worried of what would be out there. But it ends up being the exit to get out of the place.

I tried to play it off like I'm part of the group, and I see a random DC near a desk, and said "Hi" to him. (it goes from military base to a corporate building when I leave the elevator)

But I think he ignores me and he probably pressed the alert button hidden under the desk. There wasn't a lot of security in the area probably because most were meeting with the General looking guy.

So I dash like hell to the exit, and I see a REALLY huge DC (probably 8-9 feet), and he was wearing a fancy black corporate attire with a white dress shirt and a tie.

I think he was after me and I tried to avoid him, but he catches him I think.

But then the dream restarts with me back at the first floor (kind of like in those games like Uncharted 3 where if you're running from someone and they catch you, you go back to the nearest checkpoint).

So instead of running like a mad man outside, I hide behind some gray marble stones to avoid the big guy again.



Once he passes, I run forward, and I think I said "Teleport!!!!!" or something like that. And I probably did.

That's all I remember for that one.

Epic, exhausting and vivid dream last night. Took me half an hour to type it up!

In which we flee a tornado and lose ourselves in a neighbor's house...


We were on a family vacation in a forest. A path led from our cabin to a clearing where there were tennis courts and a soccer field that had been converted into my real life garden. I was inspecting my new irrigation system and talking to my Aunt C about my brother. She was complaining about how he still lived with our grandmother and had never moved out on his own and I was defending him. I was telling her how much he works, how much money he is making these days, and how my grandmother enjoys having him around. She’d decided that it would be better for him if he took an opportunity to work with a builder who was constructing her new house. She kept talking about how much better it would pay and how stupid my brother was for refusing her offer. I told her that he was thinking long term. His current job would continue to give him opportunities beyond the time it takes for her to build a house, and besides, he does not work in construction. I tried to explain how much more potential for future growth there is for a young man who is a foreman’s helper than one who nails shingles into a roof. It became obvious that she was convinced she was right and would not consider the situation from any point of view than her own so it became futile to argue with her. She was more interested in building her house than in my brother’s future. I passively agreed that I would talk to my brother about her suggestion, then headed back up the path to our cabin.

On the way, I looked out at the sky and noticed a band of blue sky layered upon the grass above which there were elaborate and colorful cloud formations. They swirled around near the ground, then came together in an expanse that billowed far up into the sky. I was transfixed and awed at first, but then I snapped out of it and realized they were about to form a giant tornado. I shouted for everyone to take cover, and I started to run back to the cabin, calling for R. At the edge of the wood, I glanced back at the sky one more time. The clouds had all combined to create a wall of bright white that spiraled together around a thick, central tunnel of blue. I could look down through the tunnel, as if I were hovering above a hurricane and looking directly down into the eye. Sunlight shone through the other side. I turned back towards the woods, which had grown thick and dark, and ran inside the trees.

All was suddenly quiet and dark. The panic had subsided and there were no fleeing people in sight. I shouted for R once again and he came running from the cabin.

“Where is everyone?” I shouted.
“They’ve all taken cover.” He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me faster than my legs could carry me.
“The dogs?” I asked.

We started shouting for the dogs to come. I could not raise my voice above speaking. I tried to whistle and failed. By now, the winds had started blowing hard and it was noisy again. I couldn’t speak loudly enough for anyone to hear me. I called for Lucy and Mott, but I knew they couldn’t hear. I kept telling R to call for them and whistle, but he simply dragged me to the porch and then darted back out into the woods. I tried to yell out at him because I could not understand where he was going and why he wasn’t helping me find the dogs.

The wind was blowing so hard by now that leaves, dust and debris flew around so thickly in front of the cabin that I could not see the trees. I was safe standing on the porch, but I knew that if I stepped off it, I would be blown away. I saw Lucy out in the yard but still could not call her. Instead, I acted like I had a treat in my hand and she came to me. I grabbed her by the collar and pulled her onto the porch. I was going to lock her in the cabin and continue to look for Mott but then I saw Nac sniffing around in the dirt just below the porch. For a second, I considered leaving her behind. Nac is a young puppy and I haven’t spent enough time with her to be fond of her. I didn’t want to risk Lucy’s safety to rescue Nac. I held tight to Lucy’s collar and tried again, pathetically, to call for Nac. She could not hear me. The storm was picking up and I wanted to get Lucy inside. Keeping one hand on Lucy, I tried to reach from the patio as far as I could to grab Nac, but the puppy thought it was a game and remained elusive. To reach her, I’d need my other hand free to hold on to the railing of the patio and use the other one to stretch out as far as I could to grab Nac. Again, I almost deserted the puppy but then I thought of how devastated my mother would be to hear that she had lost both Mott and Nac. I let go of Lucy and told her to sit and stay, then as quickly as I could, I stretched out and grabbed Nac. As soon as I got Nac back on the patio, Lucy jumped off it and ran out into the storm. Defeated, I sat back down on the patio and cried, holding the wiggly ungrateful puppy in my lap.

I felt so alone and frightened that the emotions were unbearable and my brain switched into survival mode by searching for a way out of the stress. I realized that nothing would happen to Lucy because nothing ever happens to Lucy in my dreams. I did not become lucid and the circumstances of the storm were still real enough, but I recognized on some level that Lucy was not really lost. As soon as I thought this, I saw R running back towards the cabin. He had my step-sister’s children, T and D, with him- one tucked under each arm as if they were footballs. Lucy and Trig ran behind him. I was astonished that the boys had been left out in the woods, but the tornado was at their heels by then and there was no time to discuss it. I rushed the boys into the house with the three dogs and pleaded with R to call for Mott one more time. I felt empowered by the new understanding that somehow nothing bad would really happen, so I was sure that if he called for her, she would come. To my horror, she did not. We shut the cabin door and left her out in the woods to face the tornado alone.

I wanted to cry again, but the children were here now. They were scared and needed us to be strong. I couldn’t remember how one is supposed to take shelter during a tornado in a house without a storm cellar, but I recommended that we make the boys lie down in the bathtub or else curl up in the closet. R and I started down the hall of the cabin to look for these places, but then from the window we saw the massive tornado, a swirling wall of wind and debris, coming toward us. There was no time to find a closet or a tub, so we stripped the cushions off the couch, made the boys lie on it, and then we covered them with the cushions. R and I sat on the floor beside the couch and watched the tornado from the window. It roared right past us, only a few feet from the window, devouring the trees and cabins in its path. At one point, I saw the four legs of an animal sticking up in the air and spinning around in the twister. Because the legs were white, I cried out that it must be Mott, but then when the animal circled around again I was relieved to see that it was a cow. When it was finally clear, we saw that the cabin that had been nextdoor to us had completely vanished. No closet or bathtub could have provided adequate shelter, and the cushions piled upon my step-nephews seemed ridiculously inadequate. We were alive by chance alone.

We stepped out onto the patio again to have a look around. Everything to the right of us was destroyed; there was just a barren patch of dirt covered with nothing but fallen trees and limbs. To the left, the woods and cabins were exactly as they had been. We were eager to run out and see who had survived and who needed help, but in the distance we saw my neighbor J step out of her house and wave at us, urgently. She was pointing back up in the sky, and we saw that a second tornado was coming. She beckoned us over to her house, and we saw that dozens of people were running to her home to take cover. We gathered up the kids and dogs and joined the mass. By now, the second tornado was closing in. The moment we took refuge at J’s patio, we saw the new tornado consume the cabin we had just fled.

J was in cheery spirits and offered us some tea. People wandered about her house stunned but calm. I searched their faces and did not recognize any of them. I was concerned about my family and wanted to know if everyone had indeed taken shelter as R had said. But J did not seem bothered by it. She explained that her house was a safe haven which no forces of nature could destroy. This seemed impossible to me, and I worried that the next tornado might take us all down. I wanted to move on and get out of the woods, but J insisted that I come into her living room and sit on her couch and have some tea. She was all smiles and her face was bright.

J’s living room was neat but cluttered and dark. She had decorated it in the style of frumpy but content housewives. The walls were covered with dark faux wood paneling with inset bookshelves on which myriad knick-knacks sat instead of books. The room was carpeted, and there were more carpets spread out on top. Scattered about the room were ornate coffee tables and end tables with low lamps glowing dimly beneath dark shades. Magazines, potpourri dishes, candles and fake flowers in large vases filled the room. The floral patterned couches were thickly cushioned, and it was into one of these that I sank at J’s insistence. The house appeared to carry on, one room connected to another in a maze, and I’d lost track of R, the children and the dogs. I was concerned about them, but J and the strangers in the room assured me with their friendly faces that there was nothing to worry about.

J is a musician, so it seemed appropriate that a grand piano sat in the room. I was not at all alarmed to see myself as a young girl playing Jingle Bells, poorly.

“This is just like the piano that I played at the Butler’s house the day my mother hurried us over there so that she could rush my father off to the emergency room when he cut off his thumb off with a table saw,” I explained to the others in the room. They all smiled, and we had our tea.

I'm watching the US presidential elections on a Risk like map of the United States. Ron Paul seems sure to win until there his a hiccup in one state and Ron Paul loses in that state. This creates a panicked reactionary effect that spreads out from that state, infecting the other states like a virus spreading to a cell. What was a sure victory becomes a massive loss as people vote not on the best candidate, but vote in response to how everyone else is voting.

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

What I'm trying to achieve tonight:
Dream without anticipating it.

Dream 1
Failed to recall

Dream 2
I was sleeping at home as usual. Dad woke us up as per the usual school routine. I left the room without showering. It was like a warehouse outside my room, and apparently, I was preparing for a cage match of some sort. I had no idea how I got here. I then decided to get my journal, which unfortunately was missing its reality checks. Something was terribly wrong. I flipped through the pages to get to this 1 and I noticed all the random crap on the page. It was a score list for some Madness characters. Before I saw the list, apparently I had managed to remember a bit of tonight's dream 1 before running out of ink. I believe looking at that score list nearly got me lucid, but it's just so unfortunate that I woke up.

I was in the mall, and I was trying to find a restaurant, I went all the way around and couldnt find it, even though I had just seen it prior. I was also at work, in a computer store I believe. We were opening at 5:30, but the door was open anyway and people would ask me if they could buy stuff, and Id say no. My boss wanted me to pick up coffee from starbucks (he asked specifically if I liked starbucks coffee, and I said it was alright) So he wanted me to get it the next day, I would start a half hour later (11:30.. not 5:00 ?) instead of a half our early (10:30) that way, if I was late because I was getting coffee, it would be all good. This store was like a gym, there were tables with computers on them, which were used to make sales. I once made a sale, but had to go back to my computer to finish it I then had to cancel it because they didnt want it anymore. I would look up on this computer where to find that restaurant. (which was in Vegas) . My friends worked there too, and I would talk to them about our baseball game I think. One guy from my job I have now was there, he kept his computer in a backpack, and would sign in on a touch screen on the top. It was weird.

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

What I'm trying to achieve to tonight:
To get this book into my dream

Dream 1
There was 4 wooden buildings and a hill. I was with a bunch of silent, faceless people and fought a demon that resemble a demon in runescape. There was low gravity.

Training Camp

I have started my new job. In my dream, it is either a new job or school. Perhaps it is training for a job. Whatever it is, it involves combat and war. We learn about tanks, and military operations. We are also camped out somewhere, I think.

My grandfather is telling someone about my new job, and how I have made a friend that "I like more than family". I can't think of who that is. The closest person I have to a friend is some guy that I don't even like too much, but is always hanging around me.

The next day (in my dream) I go to training again. I realize that this isn't at all what I thought my job would be, and I don't particularly want to join the military right now. Apparently this has become training for the military, and I may have to sign up for 4 years if I don't leave soon. I think about how much like a dream this is, and what I would do if I were lucid. I think to myself that I'm probably not dreaming, but wonder if perhaps I should just act like I am since it's all so weird anyway.

All this time I am munching on a stick of salami. My "friend" comes over and joins me. I think to myself that he isn't such a bad guy, although I still don't like him more than family.

I realize I have to go to the bathroom. I am now with some girl, and we are talking together. I think for some reason that it will make me look bad if I let her know I have to use the bathroom, so I walk right past one and pretend I don't need to go. We walk to a place where there are some shelves, and things being sold on the shelves. There are a lot of clocks, and one or two little wind up toys. Kind of neat things, really. There are also chocolate covered coffee beans, which show up in the dream and we start munching on.

The girl goes somewhere, and I take the opportunity to stop in the nearest bathroom. The bathroom, like all dream bathrooms, is stupidly designed. It has a screen door, for one thing. There is a bunch of clutter laying around inside, so I find some to prop against the door in an attempt to get some privacy. Then I realize that most of the walls are screen, and I look around at the woods behind me thinking I should have just taken a walk out there where there was more privacy.

When I get out of the bathroom/outhouse thing, the girl comes back with some more candy. I am looking for a place to wash my hands, but for some reason I reach into a bag of candy first. I then think that was probably an unhygenic thing to do, but I figure if I was my hands now it will be OK.

The dream journal entries I shall post here will be of 2010 and 2011 and will not be done as to create a record on the internet but rather as a testimony what ever endeavours I've dealt with, both in my life and in my dreams.

I had a fairly long exploration-type Skyrim dream, unfortunately the only bit I remember is standing in front of an open castle gate-like structure. I"m about to go in, then I wake up.

Im checking out what's going in in my back yard when I hear a little commotion. I see a spanish kid out there and he's returned from a fishing trip. I naturally check out what he caught, and he has these huge catfish in a metal barrel. I want to say its only three of them, but they're like three feet long each.

Then I saw a snake he killed. In the dream I called it a python but it had the same colour of a brown rat snake. I didn't get a glimpse of the head or tail but this thing was huge. It's back was probably about 4ft high. It was dead but dang I was so creeped out. I turned around and thought about my snake dream sign but I was too freaked out to really give it a shot.

I woke up in SP and it felt like the snake was directly behind me moving. It took a lot of wil power to just stay still and get my mind off of that crap while it was happening!