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21/12/11
Cannot recall anything, 1 WBTB attempt (1 point)

22/12/11

1 WBTB attempt (1 point)

I was in what appeared to be the turret of a castle, climing the spiral staircase higher and higher until I reached one of the arrow slits with a small area to stand below it. I stopped here and looked out, I can't remember what I saw but then somebody shouted up the stairs and came after me. I tried to run but my legs froze up and I couldn't move. This woman who looked to be in her 40's emerged at the top of the staircase where I was. "We can't have you telling people about this" she sneered. Then the woman grabbed me by the arm and forced me up the rest of the stairs, we arrived in a small circular room. There were chains everywhere and what appeared to be blood stains on some of the walls. I could see what was coming, anybody who walked in here could easily tell that it was a torture chamber. I had to get out, I had to find a way! The woman left no loopholes or gaps where I could run away and she chained me up so that I was suspended by my hands, dangling in the air. She turned around and I could hear her opening a box of some kind, when she turned back around the woman was holding small black box about the size of your average box of matches. It had two metal prongs on the end of it making the object instantly recognisable as a taser or electricution device of some sort. She looked at me grinning like some drugged scientist before sticking the two prongs under my shirt and into my stomach. The pain was intense as the high voltage electricity pulsed through my body. I was squirming and thrashing about madly, trying to lose contact between the prongs and me. I was seeing this in 3rd person view and as the view zoomed out back through the door I could see her electricuting me again and again. Even though in third person I could still feel the pain, I'm surprised it didnt wake me up.
Then I appeared in a corridor with white walls and a disgusting brown carpet. Up ahead the was a 90 degree corner to the left, I turned it to find myself in a room with one long table in the middle. Behind one side of the table was a glass wall, and behind that; nothingness. I looked but there was just a grey smokey mist. Around the table were all my old friends from school having lunch so I went and sat next to one of my closest friends E.G and she asked where I'd been. I was about to say but then I remembered the torture I went through just minutes ago, so I said I was busy. Then everybody finished lunch, got up and started to move around. In all the confusion I bumped into someone (A.W another person from my school) He took it the wrong way and started having a go at me. It looked like he was going to lash out at me but then my friends appeared at my side telling him to back off.
The dream ended here. (Full dream- 1 point)

The torture was terrible, it was so intense it even shows up in my sleep graph

Oh well I'm not going to give up!

Ok, this was a nightmare I think. Not like a full-on nightmare, just kinda disturbing.
I had a really bad sunburn on my arm and so I peeled it off, and it peeled WAY back down to the muscle. So all this skin was hanging off my arm in a big sheet. I kept asking people for a cast or to take me to the hospital or something, but the best I got was a band-aid. So I wrapped the skin around my arm a couple times and stuck it down with one band-aid. Then I think I was at work but I couldn't work properly with all the skin everywhere, so my boss took me to the casino to buy more band-aids (???) but when I got inside the casino, it was just a cafe. And the girl behind the counter was like, "uh, we don't sell band-aids."
After that I think I woke up.

1) I am still in school, panicking about a 3D model I had due and hadn't done yet. Go to a math class and forget the homework. Luckily, I realize that I am currently on break from school, but I don't make the step to lucidity... Sad.

2) I am in my sister's room, and people are attacking my house. I somehow know that they are in the walls, and am semi-lucid. I (somehow) use telekinesis as some sort of x-ray, highlighting people's silhouette with a light green color. Controlling the vision with my left hand, I use my right to fire a blast of small beads of energy, blasting holes in the wall like a shotgun.

3) My roommate and I are in our dorm room, back from christmas break. I ask him how his holidays were, and we chat for a bit.

4) This image. I saw this in waking life on a cardboard box today, and it triggered a vague memory of me seeing it earlier, in my dreams. Deja vu...


5) I was LUCID, and in an office setting. And that's all I remember at this point. Maybe writing dreams more than 12 hours after you wake up is a bad idea...

6) I remember having my fedora, and being LUCID. Trying to program it with thoughts so it would function as I want it to, as an infinite storage space. It was like teaching a dog a trick. I put something in it but it didn't go off to the pocket dimension, so I tried again till it worked.

7) Burn Notice like dream. I was the spy, replaying (I had a feeling I was retracing what had happened before, or that this was a story that had been told before) a certain scene. It was in the ocean, myself being on a small boat. Unfortunately, this boat was heading down an intake into a water purification plant, that frothed as the machine sucked it in. I abandoned ship before I was pulled into it, only to end up in a similar predicament. I had to take a leap of faith and swim down into a submerged tunnel and trust I didn't drown before getting to air... Nope! Not doing that. I went up onto the land the tunnel burrowed into, and made my way onto a massive, floating, metallic structure. Maybe a fort or base? Not entirely sure. I jumped off the structure, only to realize how tall it was... Hundreds of feet above the water, I maneuvered myself in the air to avoid hitting a large fishing boat.

After waking up in the middle of the morning, I decided to try the WILD technique (Wake Initiated Lucid Dream). I have never done it successfully. I did not ever become lucid this time either, but something pretty cool did happen. As I was drifting off into sleep, I was trying to focus on a forest scene where I wanted my dream to take place. I was thinking of a particular spot that I liked in the woods of Torreya State Park. Lo and behold, the setting of my dream was some woods very similar to that. It was very hilly just like the place I was thinking of. So even though I didn't WILD, the power of just thinking about those woods was enough to influence my mind once I was in a dream. I think that's awesome and it probably was not a coincidence because as much as I love hiking out in the woods, I have not had many dreams of being in the woods that I can recall.

I don't remember much about the dream besides the fact that I was in those woods. I did not record it right away like I usually do and I wish I would have. I was just being lazy and wanted to go back to sleep for a little while before I had to go to work. I do remember that I had a big scab on my left shoulder from falling down somehow and my dad was asking me about the scab. It's weird that he knew about it because I didn't tell him and I was wearing a shirt. I told him that it happened during a game of Capture the Flag.

Well, I'd like to say that my dreams are usually really elaborate, vivid, and random... so this dream is fairly ordinary compared.
I've already started a dream journal about a month ago, but I figured I should just start with last night's:
I dreamt that I was a drug dealer. My friends Amanda and her friend, Nikki and I were snorting these pills on my kitchen counter. We were suddenly also passing around a joint. My old teacher Mrs. Hinkle appeared and was sniffing the air, telling us that she could smell it and she was about to search us. Nikki was holding it and suddenly shoves it into my pocket. I ended up hiding it... But I was infuriated!
Amanda, Nikki and I were suddenly in a grocery store walking around the isles. I ended up telling Nikki off (which I dont exactly like the girl in real life which was empowering)
Also: in another dream, I found all of this long lost kandi (bracelets that I trade a raves) and this kid stole it and lost all of it! I ended up beating the hell out of him (which btw, I've never gotten into a fight.)
...I tend to fight people in dreams however. And it's amazing! Ever since I've learned about Lucid dreaming, had 2, and found out that in order to stop nightmares, all you have to do is confront the dream charactor... my dreams have become incredibly empowering. I've began actually defeating all my foes. It's awesome
anywho, I shall have more interesting reads as time goes on I promise

Monday, Dec.19, 2011

DR at 7am.
I'm talking to two girls, we are in US. One of them is going home, but wants to return here. So I start explaining to her in detail, how to get visa and how to proceed (the info I gave her is exactly right IWL).
- Someone has a store. I'm in it, but I have nothing to do with the store. In walks some kind of a law enforcement person. The other person in the store tells me to identify myself to the officer. I get really mad and I tell her, that we are not in some police state (and I name couple of countries), where people are afraid of police, like in the country I grew up in. I proceed to say, that if the officer want's me show some ID, she can ask me herself.

Tuesday, Dec.20, 2011
I'm somewhere with someone in building with windows on the left side (looks like building of a bank in NZ).
I did remember more, but didn't right it down in time.

I bought a new indigo Gamecube as a gift for someone, and put it in a plastic bag. When I gave it to her in my living room (I think it was that girl Lexi off twitter I've never spoken to again) she was obviously disappointed, and I was trying to tell her why it was a good gift. Later, my friend K was playing Majora's Mask. I've never played it, but I've watched a couple short videos of it, and it was nothing like it's really like. Everything was very beige and dirty and the main character was some guy, the style reminded me of Amnesia. I was watching her play through it and it terrified me, I had to cover my eyes a lot, it was really unnecessarily violent and scary. Then someone said I had to play through it again from the beginning. I really didn't want to play it, but I had to for some reason. In one of the first scenes, there was a witch or something on this kinda platform with stairs and possibly a cauldron. You had to talk to her, and she would tell you to do something, but you weren't able to do it, so she would blast you. In a textbox at the bottom it said, "Your knees have been destroyed!" and there were big bloody holes where the main character's knees had been, which really disturbed me. Then they were healed by someone else, and you had to make some kind of choice, but that's as far as I got.

This was an odd little dream I had last night. First let me tell you some of the "cast", if you will. All of the DCs in this dream are people I know in real life. Mr.C was my math teacher last year and Vic is my best friend.
We were all in Mr.C's room. I can't remember a lot of it, but I do know this one little excerpt of a conversation. Vic` was wearing headphones and he is the first one I remember speaking.

"Sometimes, I listen to two scary songs at once to find hidden things in them." he said

Mr.C replied "I've never done that, but," he continued while raising a worksheet, "I do like to find hidden things in puzzles."

And from there, all I draw is a blank.

for me to love and to give always ...to stop thinking aobut if im going7 t 7be 74taking care of and just realize that i can give and accept what comes back me instead of expecting something because of my own doings. I can reallyt just give and love as friends to enjoy the company of girls and make there day better rather then thinking how can they can make my day better. i love myself and am really neverous cause i feel likeif i mess it up or dont say the right thigns then im not going to be like or accepted. How bout ijust try and do what damien says and completley show my self when asked to and just lead by example and be myself my beautiful cute and funny safe not a fraid to show my confidence maculinity or gir0\\\\\\\\\\\\\feminenes like a pussy cat

Um...I blame this dream on reading Oneironaut's dream journal before bed...

There were some DV members in this dream, but I am just going to leave it vague.

It was the next semester at college, and I decided to be proactive this semester and join a club. The club was stationed in our dormitory, and it met nearly everyday in a dark office room.

Everything was fine at first. The club was just a meeting place for people with similar interests.

Over time, the club began to centralize its power until it developed, basically, into a cult.

The cult was headed by a man, who was often influenced by another woman in the club.

She reminded me of Bellatrix.

The cult took a dark turn for the worse when the woman announced that it had always been her fantasy to kill a person, and then dissect them.

Thus, the cult rapidly evolved into a murder-cult.

Everyday, the ring leader would order the members, who were lower in power, to find a victim. They would lure the victim into our dark, stone room, where the ringleader would then usually slit his or her throat.

After killing the victim, they would set his or her body on the table and cut apart the innards.

When they were finished, they ordered their members to dispose of the corpse in the abandoned highschool down the street.

A few of us realized that this is NOT the club that we had signed up for!

One of the girls decided to stand up against the members who were abusing their power. She told them off and said that she was not only leaving this group, but calling the cops.

The next day, when we came to the club/cult meeting, we found her corpse on the table. It had been made known to us that if anyone dare leave this cult or step out of line, this would be the result.

The situation kept getting darker and darker. The ringleader had suspicions that people were on to us. They would give us strange looks.

One gloomy evening, when the ring leader and several of his followers were in engaging in the mutilation of their most recent victim, I was finding myself barely able to take this anymore. I knew that there had been a silent resistance forming, but all of us seemed powerless against them.

I knew that any minute, I was about to stand up and scream at the top of my lungs. There was a fire growing inside me.

I was merely seconds from telling them off when a student walked in the door, which the ringleaders had forgotten to lock.

"Oh, wrong classroom," he muttered at first. But when his eyes caught sight of the mutilated corpse on the table he took a few steps back and ran out of the room.

"Make it look like nothing happened here!" The ringleader ordered, suddenly. But everyone was too paralyzed to do anything about the situation. The members who had little power, but were involved in the group enough to struggle for more power, were the only ones who had decided to actually follow the orders of the ringleader. They disposed of the body and cleaned up the crime scene before the cops arrived.

I decided, from that day on, that I was done with clubs. Never again.

I went back to my dorm, realizing that I would probably need therapy for the rest of my life to get over that. Rumors were already spreading all over the school about a cult that would kill and mutilate people.

My room mate caught wind that I had been involved in this cult and pushed me down the stairs while yelling about how wrong it is to kill twenty-two people. I wanted to tell her that I had nothing to do with the slaying of these people, but I knew that that statement was false. If I could have worked up the courage to alert the authorities even after the first slaying, twenty-one people could still be alive.

I was already hearing about the arrests of the ringleader and his closest followers, and I knew that they were coming for me too.

I looked out my dorm window, and wished that a blue-purple feather would fall down from the sky, and I wished that I could sprout beautiful blue-purple wings and just fly away...

I remember heading out side...I think I was on a Bicycle, and three preople approached me on the road. The youngest little girl stopped and asked me a question. I told "um...I'm not sure but how much". One of them sped off and told the to leave too. The little girl told me that she asked me if I'd be her friend. I told her it sounded like she wanted me to buy candy from her. Anyways, I headed back to my house. Animal Fest 2010 I get there, and there's a Cheshire cat there. This cat is rubbing all against me. It's pretty huge, and it's walking between my legs and brushing my balls. It's so WTF right now, and I'm about to head in the house, and I see all these puppies in the ditch. My friend R comes by on a truck asking me if I saw a certain dog. I told him he could have one of ours. D was there....he handed him a pup. There had to be about 20 or so puppies there, and two grown dogs and two cats. FA My house has a garage.....I'm dreaming FA I get in my car and I see this thick fog everywhere....almost like smoke....I say to myself "well it's obvious that I'm dreaming, but what do I do". FA I'm in some store with Tina Fey, and cameras were rolling. I think I was in an episode of 30 rock. We were just going back and forth ad-libing things just to see who would break character and laugh first. I got her a few times, and then she finally got me with one. It went into all kinds sexual innuendo, and I was fondling her breasts. And some kinda of way the sprinkler system went off. But the water was weird...like thick globs. That's when I knew I was dreaming again. It stopped, and I suggested we might as well continue what we started......and once again shit got WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIRD. I'll leave out the details, but the dream faded out and back in, and things were normal. She got on top of me...started riding, and wanted me to cum so bad. I was still a little freaked out by what I saw earlier, so it wasn't happening. Woke up shortly after.

12/21/11

Afternoon Nap

NON-LUCID

Dream 1:

I think I was inside a ship, like in Titanic. The ship was close to destruction, there was water gushing out in small holes on the ship. I couldn’t get good clarity of this, but for some reason, I needed to set something on fire to escape the ship.



There were people that were one floor above me, and everyone is rushing and panicking.

Then it hit me. As soon as I set the lit match, or whatever it was in my hand, There was this small line of fire manifesting itself from bottom to the top level of the bridge.

I saw people dying, I saw their pains turn into nothingness, I could see their innocence degrade as the flames continued to augment. Then I saw a familiar face.



Out of all the DCs, I paid attention to her the most. She was stuck, she was burning too. All I could do was watch. I loved this girl in waking life, and all I could do is watch her burn!

I turned around and had to escape, because I would join the rest of them quickly if I didn’t. While the water washed away people who had bonds, families, friends, etc., I was worried about how I reacted towards this girl.

It felt as if I had an obsession with her. I felt sad but mad at the same time. I felt so selfish, and realized that this girl is just someone I wanted to like, someone I was too quick to love in waking life.

When I boarded onto a safe area, which was a pretty weird installment inside of a bridge, it basically was some kind of missile that did an auto-launch so that if the operator wasn’t there, it could still save whoever was inside of it.

That’s all I remember in the first dream. I realized this same girl I was worried about being burned to death was still alive in the next dream.

Dream 2:

It’s as if I’m watching a film over the same girl I liked in waking life. Let’s call her “IH.”

“IH” was in a bikini outfit. She looked cute in it, no, she was beautiful. The environment was a small beach, kind of like the section from Super Mario Sunshine in Delfino Plaza, but it wasn’t a cartoon theme, it was like a real life replica of it in a way.



She was running inside the water, and she was fairly tall. After running around, she gets back on land and starts skating I think. There is a light blue sign that she turned to and jumped back to the water to start surfing.

I was wondering how she could surf when there were no waves, but I didn’t care. I saw her full body, and it was so natural. I focused more on her than on the actual environment after I saw she did the same thing over and over again.


I woke up, and I felt horrible. I almost cried. Maybe my subconscious is teaching me how to love someone again. Not sexual love, just loving someone for the internal beating of their heart.

My legs are still shaking from this.

Another busy morning. As a result, I had to wait all day to journal so my recall isn't so good.

Weird vitamins

I am at my grandparent's house. Someone has made up packets of vitamins for myself and some family members. I look into the packet that I am given at the vitamins. There are some pills and odd looking herbs, and a worm. The longer I look, the more worms appear in the packet. Apparently the worms have medicinal properties and are good for us. I don't like the idea of eating them, but I think I do anyway. It doesn't taste too bad really. More like gummy worms than anything.

Meeting the Emperor

I am on a field trip or vacation of some sort. There is a girl there who is kind of cute, but a little odd. For one thing, she is dressed like a leprechaun. I can't tell if I think that is cute or weird, but she seems to like me. We sit near each other and now and then she holds my hand when we walk. We go into a building, going upstairs.

Somehow, I become a soldier in the revolutionary war. It is still the same setting and the same building, but a couple of centuries earlier apparently. I have to meet the "Emperor" of England to discuss the terms of the American Colonies. I go into a huge room, which is dark and apparently contains a lake. The Emperor is sitting on a throne in the middle of a lake, and people who have been granted and audience are expected to crawl to him along a path over the water. I refuse to crawl, and walk out to the Emperor even before he calls me. I don't like the guy's arrogance, and I'm an American anyway.

I tell him that the Colonists want independance. He tells me that I will have to schedule an appointment to talk to him. He says that it isn't so much his idea, but people will get mad at us if I don't get an appointment. Not only that, but he is apparently so great that only really extraordinary people can talk to him on such short notice. He suggests that I talk to his receptionist, and pretend that I was dead but came back to life, or something like that. Apparently that is the scale of importance that I have to meet to talk to him.

I go back into the hallway and find what I think is the receptionist's office. I think instead of saying I was dead and came back to life I will tell her I was blind but now I can see. It turns out though that this isn't the receptionist's office. The lady gives me directions to the receptionist.

"Go out this door and to your right," she says. "Take the elevator with the red door..." I forget the rest of the directions. I go out into the hallway again, but have some difficulty trying to find the rest of the way.

12/21/11

Went to bed late and didn't really get a good nights/morning sleep. oops.

I'm eating hummus and pita bread outside at a restaurant with my family. The waitress is loud and over friendly. She is sitting at our table and eating our food. Back at home I smoke a joint with my brothers and watch Family Guy. That is pretty much it.

No school, no school, yay. I had two lucids, but both were pretty pathetic--one spiraled out of control and I woke up as soon as the other started. Don't have them or any other dreams with me now and I won't be able to get on until next week, I think. So.... yes.