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I was at a theater or opera house where costumes used in past plays were being sold. One item I recognized as a gown from the opera Turandot - I tried it on with the mask from The Fall and posed dramatically.



Around this time I became lucid. I immediately started to fly and felt the dream fade away. To counter this, I came back to the ground and started by spinning in place, since the dream was starting to fade. This stabilized everything succesfully.

Then, I wanted to practice what I'd read in the DV forums - that getting control over a dream is about assuming you can do something rather than questioning whether or not you had the ability. I practiced by making fire shoot out of my fingers. The first two times I struggled, but then practiced assuming it would happen. Then I was able to do it. I went from lighting my finger on fire to lighting my hand on fire, with mostly success.

Satisfied with the fire experiment, I wondered what I should do now that I was lucid. Sex came to mind, and I looked around at the people around me. Lots were beautiful women, so I chose one and started to caress her. But, I wasn't really feeling it. I should have sex with someone I actually know, I thought. I saw a friend in the distance, approached him, and kissed him. He reminded me of another time we'd done this, in RL rather than a dream, and I was mortified by the embarrassing memory (note: false memory, I'd never been with this person in RL).

Not feeling into the whole sex thing, and started to wonder what I should do next. Hey, I should go to Chichen Itza, just like the IOSDP mentions. I don't believe in shared dreaming, but trying their challenge sounded like a good next step. I visualized Chichen Itza, and a few seconds later I was at its base, gazing up at it. The sides were too curvy, so I stared at them until they were straight. I noticed a fence around the pyramid and noted how strange it was my subconcsious put it there. Now I'm at Chichen Itza, I thought, so I should probably meet the people here and try to remember them when I wake. There were about 10-15 people standing with me, so I went around to them to ask their names and remember their faces. There were four blonde women of varying bodytypes, and I remember one man with brown hair, a green barret, and a slightly pudgy figure. Another male was tall and had tousled brown hair - he looked only 17 or 18, and I thought he seemed like a student. I tried hard to remember names - even asked people to put nametags on - but the names kept changing and I had trouble remembering. One person was named Enzo or Anzo, I think. Another was Cho. I woke up shortly after.

Note: Haven't written here lately due to travel and holiday busyness. The night of the above LD I was exhausted from travel - tried sleeping on my back with eyes closed for 30 seconds, then gave up and rested on my stomach and was asleep in seconds.

My friends came back from holiday and decided to go to the pub despite me not wanting to go, it was kind of a posh bar really, we went in and the walls were a deep red and there were people drinking hot chocolates and coffee's so this pub turned more into a cafe.
As me and my friend were stood at the counter some men walked past us, both were quite tall, one was more stocky and they had long shady coats on and they gave me a look and then whispered to each other, my friend also caught onto this and i told her we needed to hurry up.
In the end she was getting a slushie and was trying to make different colour combinations with it, when she had finished she ended up with a green slushie shot and in her big cup she had purple, some other girl was randomly mixing colours and it went brown, green, deep green and then dark purple.

As i turned around the two shady men were sat on the couch looking at me and they said "can we borrow you for a moment?" so i went over and they said, you need to come and sit down. As i sat down they said to my friend "this is about your grandads pulmonary." I saw her face drop and for some reason i myself felt what seemed like her emotion, and i felt myself whelp up in tears, but i held them back.
She came and sat next to me and i held her in my arms and she buried her head in my chest and was crying, the stock man knelt down in front of us and said, "ok i'm going to tell you now" He leant in to whisper in my friends ear and i heard him faintly whisper "it was a joke" and suddenly a camera man came sweeping in our of nowhere, i began to laugh releived.

As i left the cafe i was on my own again, i walked to my grans house and i was out back in the garden with no shoes and socks on. I walked up some slated stone stairs and got to the top of the garden, the grass was a pale green but when at an angle turned a vibrant purplish red, sort of maroon colour, i felt the grass tickle the bottom of my feet as a stepped on it, the garden fence was perfectly wooden brown and in the distance the sky was red and it was sun set, there were a few white clouds spread accross the sky reflecting the suns vibrant orange.

As i turned around i realised someone was trying to sneak up on me, i stepped towards them and yelled "oi" and my grandad popped up laughing, he said "whats that in your hand?" i realised i had some raisins which i was eating, i gave him some and then some of my family stepped up into the garden, my dog began to poo on the garden and i got a nasty whiff of a bad smell, my dad picked it up with his bear fingers and plonked it in a tin to throw away, i screwed up my face as i watched him do it.

Then my gran picked a large fat white leech from her pond and stuck that in a tin, saying in a patronising high pitched voice "i saw you there mr leech eyeing us up for our blood but not when im here" and walked off, i then saw multiple slugs on the ground and my other grandad picked on up and bit into it, the goop dropped a little bit from the slug, for some reason i didn't see this as a disgusting thing during the dream i just looked around to see what else i could see.
Multiple of these big white slugs were on the ground, they were large and flat, much larger than the ones you find in great britain.

Medium length dreams last night, fairly detailed too.

Was stuck on an island made of garbage, in a sea of dirty yellow water, everything foggy, with my sister and grandmother. After several attempts we formed a raft out of a mattress and other junk and sailed away from the garbage island - heading towards Newfoundland. Once we made it, we got bartered for a map with some rough sailors, and I guess we sailed home from there...

Was at my university again like last night, but not just in the cafeteria. I was rushing around with other students outside, and everything was white, and everything was arranged like the city of Gondor from LOTR. I was in a calculus class and later a geology class, but the rooms were like classrooms and the teachers were unknown. Later I was waiting at a lobby somewhere at the university for a parent, maybe father, with someone else. But they don't show up so I rush to try and make my class, but the class door is locked. A girl I know from high school is also late so we look through the window instead. By then my mom shows up and before I leave I show this friend some directions maybe, or quickly help her with some homework, not sure...

Dream started in the desert, like tattoine from star wars, and me and my best friend are riding a huge sand creature with a bunch of other Arabians. They all have guns, even my best friend. We ride on through the desert and start making our way through a large religious gathering, with people swaying and praying (we are still on our creatures) but I look closely it appears to be an orgy. I begin to join in, but to my dismay, my friend pulls me back up onto the sand animal and we ride on through the crowd, following the rest of the Arabians, and approach a city gate. The Arabians start shooting, and I hear that 8 children have died. Suddenly we are in a fairly modern city, and I am with only one Arabian from before, but we are setting up some sort of heist in a garage in a normal suburb. But two Korean teenagers somehow know what we are up to and pretend to be cops (even through they have no guns) and point there fingers in a gun shape like kids do. But the Arabian I am with takes this seriously and shoots them both dead.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in group meeting room with about twenty other people. The room was only partly lit, with a drab, greenish white, fluorescent light.

The room was divided into two parts. The back part was kind of empty, with maybe a long, folding table. The front part had a few couches and chairs. Most people were in or near the front part. The area was so full that people were standing up behind the back couch.

I had been standing way back in the back area, by myself. But now I walked forward to listen to what was going on. A young woman was leading the discussion. She sat on a couch on my right side.

To the woman's right, on the same couch, and on another couch, probably the back couch, sat two young men who looked a lot alike. They were both tall, thin, pale, and shaved-headed. They wore nice, casual khakis and dress shirts. I felt like I'd known both of the guys from high school.

I came to understand that this was a group discussing alien abductions. Aliens existed and were among us, in a very obvious way. And, somehow, the young woman was serving as something like a go-between, between the aliens and the people in this room.

Some of us in the room had been abducted. Others of us were, apparently, trying to be convinced to volunteer for abduction.

I was now sitting on a couch opposite the young woman. The man to the young woman's right was now speaking about his own abduction experience. I now realized that the young man's head had been shaved by the aliens, while they'd experimented on him.

The woman asked the man if the experience was really bad. The man said that most of the experience didn't really bother him at all.

The only part the man hated, he said, was when the aliens did a mental probe on him. He said that it felt really terrible to have all his memories drawn up. He could see them. But he wasn't controlling them. And he knew he was only watching them because someone else -- the aliens -- wanted to see them.

The man mentioned another part of the experiment he hated. As the man described it, it first sounded to me like the aliens had put the man through some kind of system where they'd caused his body to work as if it were under a lot of stress. But then the man said that the aliens had actually shut down the man's body entirely. He was dead, but still conscious.

This man's discussion was supposed to convince people that alien abductions weren't so bad. It didn't convince me. I got up and walked toward the back area. But I knew the second man was going to talk. I wanted to listen to him as well. I think I may still have been considering volunteering for an abduction.

Dream #2

I was in a group meeting room, like in the first dream. It was divided into two areas. The front area was full of people, and the back area only had a few people. I think most of the people were Indian. The room was warm with incandescent light.

On the right wall a movie was playing. All the couches in the front area were arranged to face the movie, like a makeshift movie theatre. I think everybody had plates of food.

There were plent of seats open on the couch. So I sat down on one. The couch felt really nice. It was a dull blue or pink, and it had a kind of soft, crushed velvet feel to it.

I looked up at the movie. Some really pretty Indian girl was either being taught or teaching someone how to make a kind of honeyed bread. It basically looked like a cornbread square, glazed in honey, with a walnut in the center, on top.

The girl was dressed in a traditional Indian outfit. There was a sense of sexuality, romance, and tradition all wrapped up in the food making.

I got the idea that this screening was a kind of preview for the film. The film wasn't finished yet, and we were all supposed to give our feedback on it, so that it could be tweaked for more audience enjoyment.

But I started to wonder if maybe this film wasn't a bit too stereotypical toward Indians, what with the food-making and tradition and so forth. I wondered if Indians would be offended by a film like this.

It didn't occur to me that the film was actually Hindi (it was -- it had English subtitles), and that pretty much everybody else in the room was Indian.

There was a father-like man standing near the couches. He had dark skin and a bit of a pot belly. He wore a button-up shirt of really nice, pale-blue material and nice, dark slacks. I thought I might go hang out with him, since I figured he'd have a better idea about all this stuff than I did.

Dream #3

It was daytime. I was walking through a forest, probably a pine forest. I was walking along a slope, not on any trail. The pine trees were all spaced well apart. The ground itself was black. It may have been black cinder soil, or (I think now) the forest could have been burnt down.

There must have been a road at the top of the slope, up to my right. Suddenly people came blasting down the slope! They were all laying, extended straight out, with their legs crossed and their arms crossed over their chests. And they were propelled so that they were rolling, tumbling, down the slope.

I followed these people down the slope. I reached a point where there was a cliff. I couldn't go any farther. The cliff must have been about fifty meters high. It ended with a flat valley of forest, of the same black-soiled, or charred look as the area up around me.

But one of the rolling, tumbling people, in his movement, had rolled right off the cliff.

I suddenly knew that this was all some game. People were thrown, almost at random, down the slope. There were all kinds of random land formations down the slope. Depending on fate, and the skill of the person, the person either would or wouldn't survive going down the slope. Survival, as well as something else, would determine who won this game.

But this person's path had been directly toward this cliff. There were a few places, going down the cliff, where the person managed to grab hold for a moment. But everything in the cliff was really soft. The cliff was like some shelf of really soft, brown coal.

Finally the person managed to grab onto a thick tree root that was growing out of the cliff wall. It might have been able to get him over to a thin ledge.

But it was obvious that the root was dead and rotten. The more the man pulled up on it, the more it was shifting its way out of the cliff. And, besides, even if the man got to the ledge, he'd be trapped there. There was no way down.

So the man just gave in to the fact that he'd lost. He either let go of the tree root or held onto the tree root until it finally snapped out of the cliff. The man fell maybe about twenty meters and died on impact.

There were already a bunch of people down on the ground by now -- some alive, some dead. The living had set themselves out in the valley, as if they were going to camp there for the night. Some of the living headed over to the man's body after they saw that he'd fallen to his death.

I walked back up the slope. I reached the top of the slope, where the road was. I saw cars passing along the road. I then understood that the people were tossed out, in their rolling positions, from the cars. This was what gave them such great speed (??? -- in a perpendicular direction?). I may even have seen another batch of people thrown out from the cars.

I think my mom, or at least somebody I knew, was up around here. I'm pretty sure, anyway, that somebody was calling my name or talking to me, probably from a slight distance, maybe even across the road from me.

I may have spoken a little bit with the person who had been speaking to me. But, even though I think the person was looking forward to me helping them with something, I told the person that I would be back in a moment.

I knew there was a really safe way to get down into the valley. I walked down the slope and kept going forward, in the direction of the road. The cliff merged into the slope farther along, and the slope became very mild.

I walked down along the mild slope to the valley. I figured that once I got down to where everybody was, I'd help bury the man I'd seen die, out of respect for him. But I also probably figured that I'd help bury all the dead. This game didn't make any sense.

Dream #4

I was sitting in some restaurant, probably a fast-food restaurant. It was daytime, and there was plenty of light coming in from the windows. There were a lot of people in the restaurant. The place felt packed, busy, and humid, like a coffee-warmed store on a winter's day.

I sat on the right side of a table for four. A police woman sat across the table from me. I don't think either of us had any food. The woman was white, kind of short, a bit overweight, with a round, pale face. She had frizzy, red-brown hair, drawn back in a braided pony tail. She had kind of thin eyes, pale blue-green. She looked like she may have been in her early twenties.

The woman was telling me something about how disappointed she was in me. I'd either done or said something that had really gone against her expectations of me.

Now she was pretty much through with me. I knew this was bad for me because, since she was a cop, now that she was through with me, she'd probably have the other cops start giving me a bad time.

The woman stood up to leave. I may have stood up to try to get her back. But I don't think I really knew what to say. So I probably gave up and sat back down just as soon as I'd stood.

Dream #5

In my head, I was talking with either my old friend R or his first or second wife. I'm pretty sure that the conversation eventually became between the first wife, N, and myself. As I had this conversation in my head, I was cleaning out a bathtub in a bathroom with kind of dim, warm, incandescent light.

I was telling N that I hated even talking to her and R. They seemed to love making me feel inferior to them. It was even like they operated as a team, taking turns saying nitpicky things or one-upping me, when the other person couldn't find the right thing to say.

I probably said that this was why I didn't want to go to some thing that N had invited me to. This probably ended the conversation.

As I was finishing the conversation, I noticed that my efforts to clean the bathtub were really failing. I'd sprayed cleaner all over the tub, and I was wiping the tub off with a sponge.

But I just seemed to be taking whatever grime there was in the tub and spreading it all over the entire tub. The spray bubbles themselves only seemed to be gathering up the grime and expanding it, so that now my tub's surfaces seemed to be coated in soapy grime.

I might possibly have realized that I'd need to wipe and re-wipe the surfaces before I got all this stuff off. The first spraying was to get everything wet. I'd have to spray again. Then the wet stuff would start coming off, leaving the surface clean.

Dream #6

A commercial from the late 1970s. A thin, prettyish, blonde woman was pushing a cart through a grocery store. A male narrator was talking about wise choices a mother should make while shopping.

The "wise choices," obviously, meant buying whatever product the narrator was advertising.

The view then switched to a view from the cart. The woman's face was framed in a circle in the center of the screen. The rest of the screen was black. This was supposed to be the view of the woman's baby, who was sitting in the cart.

The woman was making all kinds of kissy faces to the baby. The male narrator was now saying, in connection with making wise choices while shopping, that a baby will always imitate whatever a mother does. This implied that the baby was probably making kissy faces back to the mother.

Suddenly the mother let out a flat, kind of raspy burp. The mother was surprised, and a little apprehensive. She knew the baby would probably imitate her burp.

The view now shifted to a view more like the mother's view. The "baby" in the cart was actually a pretty, skinny girl, maybe seven years old. She was sitting in the basket of the cart, rather than the seat of it. But I felt like she was probably too old to sit in the cart, like a baby would.

Sure enough, the little girl, kind of looking up to her mother like a baby would, burped, in almost the same way as her mother did.

It was then nighttime. The mother was in her bedroom, which was pretty big. It was dark. But somehow the mother could be seen, maybe in a nightgown, masturbating.

The little girl, standing in the hallway in only underwear and a tank-top, was watching the mother through a crack in the door. With a baby-like mentality, the little girl thought she'd copy the mother, in front of the mother.

Commentary || Lucid || Non-Lucid

Tonight, I tried MasterMind's technique of reviewing your day right before you go to bed in order to assist your subconscious in assortment of your memories (found here). These dreams were mostly day residue from today or yesterday. At least I'm on the right track of breaking my dry spell.


Dream 1
My friend Mitchel and I would recall past events. It was somehow influenced by the game tetris. If my friend Rachel Terrio 'missed' an event (corresponding to the first row not being completed), it would mean something special. I cannot recall exactly what though.)


Dream 2
Jon Allis, Kelsey, and I were at the Wherehouse, where Kelsey mentioned the topic of 'What if only players who jumped over each other would stay alive?' (I believe before this, we were watching football where we witnessed a player perform a front flip over another player.) Jon Allis made a joke out of it, stating it would be more like a game of human leap frog. We all laughed, and my 'vision' saw only 6 or so football players on the field (represented by digital markers at first) jumping over each other on purpose trying to stay alive. At this moment, I sort of realized I was dreaming, and my vision went black. I 'woke up' in bed laying on my right side, and underwent sleep paralysis (which is unusual for my right side). After it stopped, I did a RC and I wasn't dreaming (I believe it was a FA to begin with).

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Finally had a little bit of lucidity, and I got to meet my teammate fOrceez. Didn't do much, but I guess I completed two tasks, one is describing him and the other meet him.

02.00: Sleep

08.00: Tennis and school
*I'm playing tennis with someone I don't know. There's no net though, but we both imagine one being there. The balls go all over the place and I'm getting my ass kicked. One flies off and lands nearby an older guy playing. He picks up my ball without looking down and starts playing with it. I let him have it and take out my spare ball. I'm getting more and more frustrated as I'm being played. Suddenly I miss the ball all together and it disappears behind some pipes. I find it and head back. A ball from the other people comes bouncing and I grab it.

The older man who took my ball before starts whining. "This is my ball, you took it from me before!" I tell him angrily. We start an argument, he's being a stubborn prick. After a while I agree to let him have it, only if he plays on the other side of the court. I know why he's being stubborn. "You won't go anywhere in life if you don't stand up for yourself and take what you want, right?" I ask him. "Yes, precisely!" he tells me and goes back to play some more.


*I head through the doors to my school, I check the clock on the wall, it's a few minutes over six which means I'm late, but I don't care. I've already gotten my math's grade. I look around the common room and find two of my friends there. They've got a table each filled with Warhammer 40k figures. I look at them and recognise them as another friend's. "He lent me them" the guy tells me. The other one has a book open, I walk over to him and ask him which ones he's going to play with. "How about these? Thousand sons, they're cool" I tell him and point. "Nah, I haven't decided yet" he says. "Matte! Come on, you're going to miss class" someone calls out behind me. I look around and my teacher is standing in a doorway to a classroom. I walk over to her and head into the classroom. I check the clock on the wall, it's one minute before striking six. "Hah! I'm not late, awesome" I say out loud and head for my seat. Two cops in dirty uniforms are sitting nearby. 'Uh oh, I hope they're not looking for me...'

08.00: WBTB 5 minutes

12.20: Work
I'm at work, a coworker, Christian, is talking to some high shot. "We need to enclose this area with fences, you can't have it like this" he tells Christan and me and points at some electric cables. We take a walk to a road. "Here we need to dig to see what's underneath" he says and points at a speed bump. Somehow the tiles and stones are removed and we're trying to heat the ground underneath. "Hold on, let me try" I say and reach out with my hand. I use weaves of fire just like in the epic series "The Wheel of Time." It's not ground but some huge metal tower on the side, buried in the dirt.

The metal doesn't seem to react to my weaves. I focus as much as I can and by now the metal should be glowing white, but it's dark. "No one can use this much power except me, and it won't even heat up" I say. "Check this out, I'll use the same amount on something else." I reach out my hand and heat up the big metal wall next to us. The top of it starts to melt right away. "Oh well, we'll have to discuss what to do" the big shot says and leaves us. I start talking to Christan, who looks a bit sick. "Are you okay? When are you coming back to us man?" I ask him. "I'm just here for a single job" he tells me. All of a sudden two people rush by and into the construction site. "Hey! Stop!" Christian yells after them. I can't be bothered.

Christian takes off after them when I realise they're carrying a big light green bag. 'Oh shit they stole his measuring instrument!' I run the opposite direction to make sure no one else steals anything. I arrive at the place his instrument was at, a laser is lying on the ground in pieces. I pick it up and assemble it again. I pick up some other stuff lying around and put it back in the bags. Christian shows up panting. "They got away" he says. "Oh man that sucks..." "Yeah, my personal stuff was in there too, my phonebook and all." "But why did they run that direction? Wouldn't it have been better to run like up into that forest?" I ask and point. We start laughing. "Yeah, any way other than towards the construction site would have been better." My tongue starts feeling big, a common dream sign I have.

12.20: Bus
I'm on a bus with a few friends including Monica. We're all the way back in the bus and we're just talking about random things when an old lady infront of me turns around a bit and I recognise her. "Grandma!" I say. She turns around more and I realise it's my other grandma. "Don't you recognise your own grandma?" she asks me and laugh a bit. Infront of her is another person who looks just like my other grandma. "Wait, two of the same? How does that work..." I say and start thinking critically. I can't figure out how I can have two grandma's on my mother's side at the same time. The dream fades.

12.20: fOrceez is weird DEILD?
I'm left in the void but visualize the bus again and all of a sudden I'm in the front of the bus. Monica is next to me. "I'm dreaming!" I say out loud. "Yeah you are!" Monica replies with a big smile. The bus stops at a mall and I get out. "Forceez!" I ask out loud. "Yeah?" I hear behind me. I turn around and a small asian guy is walking towards me. He looks very young, not older than thirteen but other than that he looks just like in his pictures. He's smiling at me. "Tja!" I say, he doesn't reply. 'Oh shit that's right, he doesn't know Swedish.' "Hey man!" I say and shake his hand. We start walking into the open marketway. "Wow you're so small" I say. "Oh, perhaps it's because I'm so tall?" "So, what do you want to do?" I ask him. "First I gotta use telekinesis" I reach out with my hand toward some clothing racks up ahead. Forceez taps my arm and points to my right. It's a clock store for girls or kids, everything in it is pink.



"Seriously?" I ask and he nods. "Okay then." We head into the store and Forceez walks up to the wall and checks out the different watches. I realise the dream is becoming a bit unstable so I start touching stuff. I am careful not to press any buttons on the wall as I realise I'm touching their security pad. The dream becomes more stable. "Finding anything?" I ask. All of a sudden I start floating. 'God damnit, this dream was hard to stabilise!' I rub my hands and land again. He's holding a stack of boxes, I can see a sex swing set on one of the images. 'Uh, okay?' "How much for all that?" I ask the woman behind the cashier. "You know what, here" I put my wallet on the counter. "Keep it, I don't care" I say and head out the store, stepping over a box to get out. As soon as I get out the dream fades.



Probably the reason my subconscious thought of him as barely a teen, who knows?

12.20: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements: None

Tasks completed
BASIC ADVANCED TEAM

Successfully stabilise, Basic summon, Meet your teammate, Describe what your teammate looks like

That's it! Sweet lucid, now if only fOrceez can meet me, then we'll have loads of points for our team.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

I was up late doing English homework but could not finish. I decided to spare myself some time for sleep and was at my old elementary school park. I knew immediatly that I was sleeping and this was all a dream, but all I could think was: I had to get up. I still have English homework. Usually I gain control in scary dreams or dreams where I am falling and before the climax, I force myself to wake up by peeling my "eyes" open (or more like farther open) or shaking my head. In this paticular dream, I could not wake up and I was very lethargic. It was sorta like having my will constantly being webbed away. I ran around shaking my head really fast trying to wake up. I ran to my old house down the street and saw myself sleeping in my old bedroom. I kept on thinking, I had to wake up, I had to wake up. My flawed logic said I could not wake myself up from the bed, for I was in dream form. So I woke up my step-dad thinking he would be able to wake me up. Then I realized my flawed logic, he was in my dream too! He could not wake me up either if he was in my dream. Then I woke up. This dream kind of scared me because I felt like I was trapped in my dream. A setting I was making up and was locking me in. Other than my dad, the whole neighborhood was empty, which was odd because it was noon. I couldn't gather enough willpower either to wake myself and it was quite a struggle. This had to be my most lucid dream, because I knew immediatly I was dreaming, I didn't have to check my hands or breathing, or notice anything strange. I was at the park, and I knew I was dreaming. It was very strange, but then again, school and stress do strange things to you.

Fragments
1.I did press-ups and could actually feel the strain in my arms,mainly triceps.

2.I was watching Manchester United but the squad looked weird. Instead of a normal line-up there was a player that I've never heard of before, his name was Ward. I remember seeing Valencia,Giggs and near the end Gary Neville.

Dostal jsem rychlou nabídku práce, že můžu dělat řidiče tramvaje, tak jsem jí vzal. Jezdil jsem za Černým Koněm směrem na Modřany, vůbec jsem nevěděl, jak se to ovládá a podobně. Potom na konečné stála ještě jedna tramvaj předemnou a musely se na točně otočit. Před tím jsem chytil hrozný agro, a začal tam po lidech ječet, že to vlastně nechci dělat, že na to nemám řidičák a tak. Všichni nějak ignore. Když jsem zajížděl do depa, tak moje tramvaj nějak nejela po kolejích, nabourala vedle a rozlomila se v půlce. Napadla mě ta šílená škoda a podobně. V té chvíli, jsem si uvědomil, že to nemůže být realita a probudil se ze snu. Byla tam se mnou Ithil.

Dreamsigns mě nenapadají, cítil jsem se stejně jako v reálném životě (práce, kterou musím dělat a vůbec moc nevím, o co go). Zároveň si pamatuju ještě fragment, který dost možná přísluší tomuto snu: díval jsem se do UU na úkoly a byly tam zjeby od Tomáše, na projektu, který vůbec nedělám. Těch zjebů tam bylo víc a mám pocit, že to byl samý začátek snu. Asi mi ta práce leze moc na mozek :-).

I'm in the living room, standing next to my dad. He's on the computer and turns around to face me.
He asks me if I already published my blog. I give him the link to my blog with only 2 articles.
I go back to my grandma's house (I live there) and turn on my laptop. I feel a little uncomfortable because my blog is a little personal and shows a part of me I don't want my family to see.

I return to my dad and I see my mom is also there. She looks depressed and irritated. She isn't very friendly to me and complains about all the things she wants me to do. I shrug and don't respond to her.

My sister's (don't have one) boyfriend enters the living room allong with a man. Her boyfriend is chubby and looks like a bully, the man is huge. Both in height and in weight.
The bully tells the huge man he saw him before when he was really drunk.
I feel like I don't belong there and run away.

It's completely dark outside. Pitch-black.
I arrive at a park. The grass, trees and bushes seem to emit a faint light but everything else is black.
I see 2 joggers on a path that surrounds the park. I see a different, really small path in front of me.
I decide to take that path and do my best to balance on it.

After a while, I forgot I was following a path and stood on the grass. I suddenly lose my balance and fall face first in the mud. It doesn't really bother me. I even feel safe down there. I see a worm passing by and at the same time a woman asks me if I'm ok. I tell her I'm fine and stand up again.

I see a video that is meant for me. 3 women talk about my blog and thank me.
One of the women is overweight. I tell myself not to judge her and as soon as I stop judging her, she loses all excessive fat and looks beautiful. I think that it's simply my own beliefs that make me see people as ugly or pretty.

I look at the comments on my blog and I see more and more quickly appearing.
I notice a comment: "Your articles are helpful and complete." I think complete means I provide all information for free instead of sharing only a little and selling the rest.
I see a graph of how many visitors I have today. It quickly goes from 0 to 600 and increases every second.
After that, I see a map on which I can see the location of my visitors. Most people are from Africa, South-America and Asia.

I'm on vacation with the family and mother. We are staying in 2 desperate hotels and all fit into two separate rooms. I catch mother smoking weed with her sisters which is really funny to me.

There is some kind of decide that is supposed to keep us safe after we win some kind of war. We get in it and it begins to sink into the water. We realize it's not working and we are just drowning in it. A safety is pushed and we are all propelled out on the shore where we are in the heart of a storm. There is thunder everywhere and no where to run. I close my eyes and attempt to exit.

I wake up at allens house and go to the living room where there is a man. He tells me I should go be with the family they are out exploring the city. I look out the window there is water coming out of the forest. The man makes me breakfast and we eat. I go to the front door. I can see giant waves that keep coming covering the sky and hitting the door and windows. I keep wondering how long until they Brel through. It's the same from the Forest. Wave after wave of giant waves keep hitting the house. I start filming on my phone. Someone rings the from door. I go look oh the window and it's a figure. A mother of one of the kids that are out exploring the city. My mother comes downstairs and we open the door. We decide we have to go find everyone it's to dangerous to be outside. We get on a bike that fits all 3 of us. Mother pedals. As we ride I notice we're in some desert with tall buildings. 2 of the in the distance begin to fall. I'm quiete happy I am still getting all this on video. Mother pedals like crazy and m barely hanging on. We eventually start rising in between buildings and find everyone. When we get home I attempt to show Allen the video but can't figure out my phone. I wake up.

So the dream starts out with me walking through some streets , the whole city and streets where in madness i had no idea i just kept walking like a bad ass through the streets, then i go through what i seemed to call a police station where a hugeeee chunk of people were apparently evacuating and there was a little line for people to get in so im walking in the police station while everyone is exiting and some kid pushes me, i feel rage and think about hitting him but just keep walking when i get in, its this HUGEEEE patio with a shitload of containers some are stacked some are not then theres a mob coming at me and i see the kid who pushed me, i get pretty mad and soon enough we have a riot but not any normal riot. I was climbing containers like nothing, i would sort of climb them in a sort of flying way, so me and this kid were fighting we were climbing and fighting, and sometimes my view would change to other peoples and i remember, one transitioned to a man who had a low haircut, black jacket and a red shirt, scar on his left eyebrow. And on some containers there would be fences charged with electricity so the grownups would get the electricity flip and fight and flip and fight. So just as i had the kid i was fighting in sight he starts walking away. So i jump off the container and start walking there. They had all vanished i was in this courtyard all alone i was walking alone hearing my footsteps trying to make it to the entrance, it was a pretty long walk. Once i get to the entrance i know why everyones panicking A HUGEEE alien spaceship comes crashing into a building i was just watching it crash and standing there while i guess "my dad" in the dream which was nothing like my real life dad, but i had a feeling he was, he was sitting on a chair watching really astonished. So i look behind me and i see this guy a mage from skyrim handling the spaceship with a scroll that gives out icycles so i grab the ice and figure it out , then the dream ends.

On Christmas, I had a dream that I got an owl. It was a beautiful owl, with dark brown feathers speckled with black, and the little tufty feathers that look like horns. But he could talk. He was perched on my arm, and I mentioned something about giving him a name.

"My name is Metal Claws," he told me loudly.

"Metal Claws?" I asked. "Um... Okay, that's an idea... What about--"

"My name is METAL CLAWS." He stuck one of his feet in my face to emphasize. It was indeed covered in some kind of silver armor.

"Okay, okay. Metal Claws." We got along well after that, and I felt pretty freakin' cool walking around with an owl on my arm. Funny thing, after I woke up and all the family had gathered at the house, I opened one of my presents and it was a hat that looked like an owl. Same color and everything. It was all knitted and soft and had little fluff balls on the ear flaps, but I named it Metal Claws, regardless.

Then an odd dream about Taylor Swift coming to my school to audition people for a musical. She put on random songs and listened to everyone sing... I didn't know any of the songs.

Got my first lucid dream today at approximately 6am. It was different from what I thought it is. I thought I've experienced it before but I'm wrong.

The scene started in a faucet in an apartment I'm currently living. At first it's not in a first person view until I realized and told myself I am just dreaming. I felt happy I made it in the first day of attempt but I also felt fear of how I would go out of this dream. As soon as I realized, it seemed that I spin and the view is now a first person view. I have the control of myself now but its slow motion. I did a reality check to make sure. I tried to count my fingers, its too many to count so I am sure by then I was dreaming. I thought of place I want to go to since I gone to sleep, a beautiful beach. Its not clear at first but it becomes clearer as I imagine. It did not turn as expected. The surrounding somehow change a bit as I imagine the good place. The end view is still a beach but somewhat similar to what I use to go in real world, a beach near our house in the province. I imagine beautiful girls to appear. There appears 2 men and 1 woman in beach suit, somehow looked like characters in computer game as their skin do not look just as human. I grab the girl, she looked cute, and started kissing her. I felt the lips like real. I inserted my hand inside her panty suit (that's naughty of me) and I woke up. That was a quick lucid dream but a good start I guess. Maybe I become too excited to have sex with the girl that's why I woke up. I will try to fly next time. Hopefully there is still next time

I can't remember much. It was daytime, I was outside of a building, and standing on the edge of a cliff. I remember taking a step forward and falling, but that adrenaline feeling in my stomach and woke up. That's all I can remember.