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Dream 1
I was in the first mission of Call of Duty 4:Modern Warfare where you are on a boat. I went through the mission as usual and then ran like the wind to the helicopter. I didn't jump onto the boat I just ran.

Dream 2
I was in the Middle East it looked like Battlefield 3 and I became lucid at one point. I flew around with all my equipment. I hate it when you can't remember a dream when you go lucid.

Dream 3
I'm in a cove with WWE wrestlers and a person starts explaining how to be accepted by Americans and how Wade Barrett is now called Barry in the US.

Fragment
I'm in a clothes shop and there was a 50% off discount.

Side Notes
These dreams came on after another as I woke up.

I am at my hometown apartment, but the house has different atmosphere.
My cousin's family is here. I'm playing with a small white puppy in my grandma's room. there's a big green bowl containing chocolate candies on the cabinet. I throw one to the puppy and I try one too. it's really sugary with chocolate-milk taste. it's good anyway!

then suddenly the puppy runs out of the room and I follow him. there's my aunt in the living room, preparing dog food for the puupy, saying "he doesnt eat anything. he should stop eating those junk foods!"
so I say "hey Aunt, you should starve him, he will eventually eat the meal. my other aunt once did this to feed her dog."
I try to find that puupy in the kitchen. he keeps trying to hide in the corner. I find him, and grab him with my hand but then he slips out and turns into...an.... ant. I'm like wtf?! then he turns into a puppy again, but then he turns into little fly and fly away. at this point I felt really weird and thought how could this happen?! but never got lucid....
I tell my aunt about this and her face gets puzzled.

I am on the sofa chilling out, and Aunt brought new puppy; a small bull dog. he jumps on the sofa beside me, being shy and all. so I pet his head and he gets friendly and tries to hug me. I hug him really tightly, and he hugs me too. I think he speaks that he's really happy to see me. I feel really really great.

suddenly scene jumps. I'm on the tour bus with my cousin's family going to some kind of island fishing?
there is my black bag infront of me. the bull dog and I try to draw a monkey face on it, and we laugh.

we get off the bus. I'm confused whether I have to take visa with me or not...

It was a long dream that had no clear chain of events. the only thing I remember for sure is some sort of hill to my right, and a house/tent thing to my left, and at some point a girl with black hair running to at least to her shoulders.

Ah, finally. A dream to document in my DJ. Albeit I only remember what feels like the last bit, that's fine.

This is a bit hazy.
I had been given what looks like one of those cans that make 'moo' sounds when you tip it. Except these played music. Mine played Lady Gaga. I had it with me.
I had been driven somewhere, unprepared, by a friend. I was in my pajamas, and when we pulled into the parking lot behind a large building I got out and changed from my pajama pants into a miniskirt. Then we went into some public, co-ed bathroom and I was able to overhear some guys talking about how they'd bet money I wasn't attractive, even dressed up. (I was in a baggy t-shirt, skirt, no makeup, fluffy hair.)
I plugged in my flat iron, changed my shirt, and got to work on my makeup. I tipped my magical Lady Gaga can and listened to 'Marry The Night' while I threw on some makeup. I was alone now. A girl walked in - I recognize her as a girl I'd been in high \school with who made my life hell. She barged into the bathroom and began to use my flat iron. I was angry, but after a few moments she left. I set to change my playlist on my can-thing, but it had become my laptop, displaying Youtube.
Then I was prodded awake by my mother.

the only real interesting thing is that since Marry The Night has come out, that has been what I listen to while getting dressed in the morning.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was walking with a couple "friends" through a large area like a mix between a museum and an airport. The floors were grey. There was at least one balcony overhead. The light was a watery-white fluorescent.

One of my friends was a woman. She going to take a trip somewhere in South America. It was somehow like I had gotten her interested in this trip, or like I had gotten her involved with some organization that had put her on this trip.

The woman was kind of worried about how the trip was going to turn out. She didn't even know exactly where she was going in South America. But she didn't want to be so far away from the equator that she was always cold, and she didn't want to be in such a small town that there was never anything to do.

I told the woman that we would look at a map of South America. If she told me enough about the place she was going, I could probably figure out where it was on the map.

I now saw that the big area we were in had a gigantic map of South America. The map stood upright. It was maybe twenty meters tall. It was shaded to match the land forms and vegetation areas of South America. It may have been three-dimensional as well. On the floor, perpendicular to the map, was a long platform-like base with words on it.

I pointed through the moderate crowd up toward the map of South America. I could almost imagine myself driving along some of the roads in South America.

The woman must have been telling me about the place, because I was gettng a distinct impression that she was going to ----- (? - Chile, or Argentina?). I told the woman she didn't have to worry, that she would be going to a very warm place.

But now we were walking up toward a whole new map. I don't know what happened to the previous map. But we'd never gotten very close to it. But now we were getting up much closer to the second tall map.

The second map may have been larger than the first map as well. For some reason, I was afraid to be so close. The map was all blue. The ocean surrounding South America was a dark blue. South America was a pale blue or turquoise.

One city near the northeast end of South America began blinking. But the woman then told me the name of the city where she would be: "Las Ne-----." That city started blinking, just a little to the southwest of the very center of South America.

I knew that this city was in Brazil. The city was small, and the winters got very cold there. The woman would be miserable. But this is where she'd been assigned to go. And I'd gotten her into this whole thing in the first place! I felt terrible. But I still tried to convince myself that maybe she'd end up liking it.

I looked over to my friend. She was now TB, a male co-worker from a couple jobs back, who IWL comes from Brazil.

Dream #2

I was riding a bike through a suburban park, along a concrete path. It was a sunny day. I was all alone, but I may possibly have felt like I was a part of some race.

I rode across a lawn, which was flat at first, then rolled down a small slope. As I went down the slope there was a small building about fifty meters ahead of me and off to my left. I headed for another concrete path at the bottom of the slope.

Closer to the path was a small tree, kind of like a pine tree. But its limbs and branches were rather barren of needles. The branches were also dotted with a strange kind of fruit.

The meat of the fruit was yellow, but very small. It was dotted with seeds, like a strawberry is. But the seeds had either grown so big or ingested so much of the fruit's meat, that they were huge, taking up more space now than the meat of the fruit did. The seeds were shaped like coffee beans. There were also brownish pine-needles sticking out of the fruit.

As I got down toward the concrete path, a young woman came biking up the slope toward me. I figured she was gay (a shallow assumption) because she was overweight, wore a boyish t-shirt and khaki shorts, and had a boyish haircut of curly, brown hair.

I knew that this woman was in a race. I figured it was probably the race I was also in. I didn't seem too concerned about the race, though.

I was now eating as I was riding. Maybe I was eating something like beef jerky or fruit roll-ups. I remember I was chewing like crazy, almost like a wild, angry animal.

I pulled a small, narrow paper back out into my field of view. I pulled two small pins out of the bag. They were backed with brass and fronted with some kind of multi-colored, glass or porcelain design. They were medals for races I'd won.

I may have been stopped and standing or sitting on the lawn by this point. I may possibly have popped one or both of the medals in my mouth, as if I were going to eat them. But I suddenly realized that you don't eat medals. You save them. I was really hungry. But I put the medals back in the bag.

Dream #3

I was inside some kind of structure with a lot of people. The structure -- I'm guessing -- was a tent made out of tarp-like material, like you see for big picnics or for large booths during summertime festivals. The walls were all pulled down, though, so that the sunlight coming through them was a dim, dusty amber.

I was in the midst of the crowd, talking with two little Asian girls. They were maybe five years old. They were good friends. They both had short hair, cut about jaw-length.

The two girls were now being called away, maybe by one girl's dad, who may have been a tall, kind of skinny, white man. The girls had to go get ready for a running race.

I now stood in another area. I looked up to my right. There was a doorway in the wall of the tarp. From that doorway, a plastic-boarded running-track was laid out through the center of the structure. It was bordered on either side by some kind of barrier -- maybe a jumble of stretch-tape barriers, steel-gate barriers, and plastic net barriers.

Everybody milled around on either side of this race track, kind of half-anticipating the start of the race. I may have looked up through the doorway to see the girls. They were in their starting positions, which were actually a few meters outside the doorway.

I was now back a ways from the track. The race started. Two girls may have run into the structure. But I didn't know one of the girls. The other girl was one of the friends. But she now seemed much younger than the other friend I'd been talking to. And she didn't know how to stay in her own lane. She was veering far to the left.

The race may have been stopped, due to the lack of focus by its two participants. Or it may have continued, though nobody really cared about it anymore.

But I wondered what happened to the other girl I'd been talking to. I may have looked (maybe only in my mind's eye) up through the doorway again. I may have come to the conclusion that thing had been so confusing at the start of the race that the girl had tripped and fallen.

I was sad that the girl had fallen. Everybody knew she was the favorite to win the race. I thought they might even start the race all over again for her sake. But maybe they wouldn't. That might not be fair.

I then thought that maybe I had caused the girl to fall. Maybe, while I'd been talking to the two little girls, I'd caused the older little girl to become so sexually attracted to me that she was distracted, and so she'd messed up her footing at the beginning of the race.

Dream #4

I was sitting in a seating area of a small deli with my friend MG, a Swedish guy I'd worked with on an Americorps program in New York.

We were going on some hike somewhere. We'd stopped at this deli to pick up some stuff before we left. But then we'd decided to sit here for a while before we really headed off and drove to wherever we were going to start this hike.

The table we sat at was a small, two-person table. From about waist-height up, there was a mirror running along the wall to my left. Across the narrow dining area from me, some refrigerated food and beverage display cases lined the walls. The floors of the area were brown tile. Farther ahead, behind MG, I could see where this area opened up into the larger store area of the deli.

Two girls walked down toward, then past, our table. The girls were maybe eighteen or nineteen years old. They were incredibly hot, with blonde hair, tight shorts and soft t-shirts clinging closely to their breasts. It seemed like the girls may have been planning to go hiking, too.

The girls sat directly behind us. It seemed like they wanted us to talk to them. But I felt like I was too old to hit on eighteen-year-old girls. I'd look like a dirty, old man.

My backpack (? - don't wear one) was on the table in front of me. It was stuffed so full it almost looked like a green ball. I unzipped it and pulled out a clear, disposable container, like you might see in a deli, holding a single slice of cake.

The container held a meal or side dish made out of rice and a ton of black beans and black bean sauce. I ate the entire meal, scraping as much of the black bean sauce as I possibly could.

MG said, "Are you sure you have enough ----- for our hike?" I didn't know whether he meant food or water. So I told him I was fine. I said that after I'd eaten this thing, I wouldn't need anything else for the rest of the day.

MG said, "Well, I guess some people just have different bodily needs. It's kind of amazing to me. I would never go that long without -----."

I now wondered whether I hadn't misunderstood MG. I'd just eaten a ton of food, it seemed to me. Why would I need to eat anymore for the rest of the day? MG must have meant that I'd need water. And now that I thought of it, I didn't have any water in my backpack. I would need water.

I looked over to one of the refrigerated display cases. It was a narrow cabinet with a glass door, holding a bunch of sodas and waters. I saw a few waters, like Poland Spring waters, on the bottom shelf. I figured I'd buy one of those.

Dream #5

I was in an apartment with a pretty girl. It was night, and all the lights in the apartment were off. The only light in the apartment was from dim city lights and the light of the moon, which was apparently full and huge, so bright that the rest of the sky was inky black.

I was apparently house-sitting here. I'd invited the girl over for the night. The apartment was big and nice. But the living room held both the couch and the bed. My viewpoint kept changing between the couch and the bed.

The girl was over in the shadows of the room, maybe in a corner near the door. She had specifically come here to have sex with me. But now I seemed to be afraid to have sex with her. I may have expressed a fear that I didn't want to be having sex right at the moment when the people I was house-sitting for returned.

I was now sitting with my back to a window or to a sliding-glass door. But some part of the window must have been open, because a gauzy, billowy curtain kept wafting up around me. I may have been looking off to my right, to a TV set, which was turned off.

The girl was on the phone, either the apartment's phone or her own cell phone (which may have been an old, silvery, flip-open style phone). The girl was talking to her friend, complaining about all my excuses for not having sex with her. These excuses were mostly about the apartment itself.

"But," the girl said, "if this place were a loft apartment, where we were the only ones who could get into the entire floor, there'd be no worry about anybody seeing us coming into the apartment."

(This had, I guess, been one of my worries.)

The girl now said, "But, wait! Isn't this a loft? This is! This is a loft apartment! We have the whole floor to ourselves!"

I realized the girl was right. Maybe we could have sex, after all. But suddenly my mind began filling up with a million other reasons why the girl and I couldn't have sex.

I was now kneeling on the floor, near the corner of a coffee table that stood before the couch. The girl was back to complaining to her friend on the floor about all the excuses I kept giving for not having sex.

All the time I listened to the girl, and thought of ways to get past all my silly excuses, so that I could have sex, I was staring at a sculpture of a woman's torso.

The sculpture was nicely shaped. But it seemed to be brittle and plastery. And the skin was a little too orange to look human. The torso was made to look like it wore a black bra and a skinny pair of black panties. I may have been turned on by the panties.

Dream #6

I was out in some area, kind of like a parking lot that was being used for a summer festival or fair. There were a decent amount of people milling about.

A little girl was milling around with her mom and dad, maybe five meters away from me. The mom and dad were standing at a distance, maybe eating some food. The dad was tall and thin, bald, wearing a white polo shirt. The mom was shorter, maybe a little overweight, blonde, with a kind of saggy face.

The girl was maybe nine years old, blonde, with tan skiny. She wore a summer dress with thick straps and a plaid pattern with a dark pink background and lighter pink criss-crosses. The girl stood in front of some sort of belt-rope barrier.

The girl began doing dance moves or gymnastics moves, possibly while she was eating an ice cream cone. She lifted her right leg out to her side, then bent over to touch her right arm to her right leg. She then "bounced" off her leg and twirled her torso and arms over to the left. She moved into something like a somersault, then stood and began the move again.

As the girl did all of this, her limbs formed trails, like in a multiple exposure photograph or film, so that it looked like the girl, as she moved, was forming phantom arms and legs. It was really beautiful.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Forgot to write down something from last night and I missed a fragment because of that. Anyways I only had one small dream when I woke up, which is kinda strange since I slept for more than eight hours. I'm sure I'll get a few nice ones this weekend, hopefully a lucid aswell. Failed my WBTB last night.

21.15: Sleep

03.15: WBTB 5 minutes

05.30: Short dream
*I'm with my friend Henrik and we're in the water. I see something moving up ahead, it's a snake! I swim up to it and it gets aggravated. Somehow the water disappears and I'm standing on ground. The snake launches for me and I jump up in the air, spinning as I do in a wide circle, trying to avoid landing on the snake. I land after a few seconds, but the snake still bites me in the foot. I show the foot to my friend. There are tiny bite marks there. They start to grow and after a while I've got pea sized holes that look infected. "Give me a shot" I tell Henrik. He takes out a big syringe and I bite down on my tongue. I know it's going to hurt as hell. He stabs my foot with it and it doesn't hurt. "That wasn't so bad was it?" he asks me. I hope to god this will work, I know how much bacteria and shit those snakes has in their mouths.

05.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8½ hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Mass telekinesis here I come!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Friends. Buildings on the shore. Lucid. Kurt could clone himself and I considered going sylar on him. Tried to absorb power through touch. Talked about Mister Gibson...

December 8, 2011 dream 2

I'm really no too sure how this is going to go, there was so much in this dream, so much detail I can remember about the huge environments I was in that it would be like I'm JRR Tolkien telling you all about the trees in Mirkwood for 7 pages.

First thing's first: I'm Sam Fisher from the Splinter Cell game series. I'm supposed to do 3 or 4 missions or submissions in just under 10 minutes in a large artificial aquatic environment with a rising and lowering water level like in a Mario game or something.

I think I'll finish this one later, getting sleepy and bored, but at least I can come right back to it and edit.

I'm back in the place that I sometimes go to in my dream with the distant beach at the edge of the world. This time I'm not exactly at that spot I'm in the area, running on top of the water telling someone that this is the place I sometimes go to in my dreams. As I'm running I see Abdul I try to spray him with a water gun but he ignores me and keeps going. His with a girl so I leave him and keep going. My family is here somewhere to trying to check into a hotel.

Had this dream around the age of 5 or 6 I'm guessing, no later than seven.

I walk up steps to my family's double wide trailer (we actually lived in a 3 bedroom house. Friggin dreams), open up the screen door only because the main door was swung wide already, and Satan is sitting in the middle of the sofa next to my mom on his right while my father was in his chair. This Satan looked like a red man with horns and long talons on his fingertips, the typical Looney Toons version. Some other people were over for an apparent bible study session that I had just walked into the middle of, my mother the current one with said book in hands. All the other seats are taken, Satan makes a motion to sit next to him, my mom waits for me to sit down. As soon as I take my seat two things happen: 1. my mother continues with whatever passage she was reading before I walked in and 2. Satan began digging his index talon into the middle of my back, twisting it, turning it and making circles. I feel it like a nail, not sharp enough to break skin, just enough to push into the nerves. For an idea of the pain just take your thumb and dig as hard as you can into your back, using the rest of your hand for support, nail first. My immediate reaction is pushing my belly forward, trying to escape whatever was causing the pain. Doesn't work. I squirm, twist, writhe, the pain is there, constant, inescapable. This goes on while everyone else is completely oblivious to the situation, entranced as they were with the story my mom was reading.

S'bout all I can remember.

New Friends
There isn't much that I remember about this dream. All I remember is that I was in a cafeteria talking with some people and becoming friends with some of the dream characters. Though, I have no idea what we were talking about in the first place. The scene changed and I found myself with my new "friends" in math class looking over a test and being grouped up together. Everything else after that is a little foggy.

Conclusion
It may just be a little speed bump, but nonetheless I feel confident that tonight will be different. A single remembered fragment is better than no recollection at all. So tonight I think I'll try concentrating a bit more on dream recall in general versus actually lucid dreaming.

My dreams will be as detailed as I can remember them but sometimes all I'll remember are just the broad strokes. Also lots of run-on sentences and poor grammar, but decent spelling.

December 8, 2011, dream 1

Spoiler for This is all fairly sexually explicit:

I was having a relationship with transsexual porn star Bailey Jay, she was at the stage before her implants where her breasts started to develop, like maybe she had an AAcup. We would talk some, I wouldn't quite understand her reactions to things I would say, it didn't seem to follow logically. Like I'd be nice and she would react with fear, then I'd have anal sex with her after going down on her. Next time I see her I ask her why she was acting the way she was and she would sort of try and appease me, like act super submissive (not in the sub/dom way) and agree with whatever I said, then as if she was trying to calm me down, even tho I wasn't angry, she'd start in with the making out and more sex would ensue. At a certain point she brought over her 10 to 12 year old sister (does BJ have a sister?) and without a word Sis started undressing semi sexually but also matter of fact like. She then climbed on top of me while I was sitting in a chair and I started feeling my hands all over her and she reacted like she wanted more, my mouth played over her nipples, belly, butt cheeks and vagina (you'll have to forgive me this next indulgence) as I savoured the many tastes and flavors that comprised her (really enjoyed that part of the dream). She turned around on me, legs drooped over mine, and vaginal insertion began the main course. My arms were around her, holding and massaging a shoulder and an inner thigh, pressing our bodies together as I helped her ride up and down, kissing and very gently sucking and biting her shoulder. Not sure where BJ was in all this, but we were thru at some point, no real climax, just a movie type end scene transition I guess. This 3 way relationship continued just a tad until somehow or another, and I really don't remember how I found out, I came to the realization that this whole "relationship" I'd had with BJ and then later on to a slight extent her sister had been non-consensual the whole time. I had created this relationship idea in my head while in the dream's reality I actually kidnapped them both and was raping them while keeping them in a large closet. I think my reaction to this revelation was something like, "Huh, well that's kinda fucked up."

Dream Log 2 (3 in original journal)
1/13/11 11:30 P.M.
1/14/11 6:00 A.M.

Note: Melatonin 2 mg

Much happened within the dream from what I recall. I was on some sort of mound and it was a dark place. There I found myself jumping to and fro but for what reason I am unsure. Then there was the hotel with my family. I remember seeing Ashley, Mom and Dad. I went into a room where Mom had a huge assortment of food. The food was arranged like what one would see at a small grocery store (bodega) also reminiscent of a bookstore. I remember there being a "cigar candy". Then I came to a room that resembles something like a waiting room combined with a classroom. There were people there, teenagers talking and looking at a TV. Unfortunately I forgot what they were talking about. What I do remember is that I tried to power up like a "super-saiyan" but nothing happened. Before the room there was some sort of gate and a boy I ran to was talking about Halloween. Other than that there's nothing else I could remember. It's a shame because alot I felt happened in that dream. Also there was little to no emotion felt in the dream with maybe the hotel as an exception. Nowhere in the dream did I think I was dreaming.

1/11/11

Note: Grammatical errors are abundant. This was slightly edited from the original text.

I remember very little from my own dream although some things stood out. Upon my dreaming I noticed I was in a school hallway. I saw Leland and he was partially bald, not very responsive to my calls (not phone calls) but when he did I saw some hair on his head with white hair. He said something about the nursing program and left. The hallway itself was very "school like", almost like a public school. The establishment was well-lit and quite plain in feeling. Then I entered alarge room, that looked like something similiar to a banquet. Nursing students were there yet unrecognizable to who they were, if that makes any sense [I'm trying to illustrate their familiair yet strange presence]. I indeed had the power to "float" or rather, to levitate off the ground at will. Unfortunately I never realized I was actually dreaming. The "banquet" as I recall had relatively long tables almost like Hogwarts. There were people around although I did not bother to talk to them. One person, possibly a girl, was bewildered at my ability to levitate off the ground. Other than that I cannot remember anything else from my dream, however I am sure much more went on. Also, the reason why the log here isn't very detailed is because I want my descriptions to be as accurate as possible. I would rather not have my memory fill in the blanks on something that didn't happen during the dream. So I write down what I remember best.

I was playing Star Wars: The Old Republic(which is a MMO that is coming out on December 20th, so obviously I have never played it >.>). The dream switched between me being in the game as a character and just being me. My best friend A, his sister, and his mom were there too. Also, there was a girl hanging out with me(I mean in the game, I don't know if it was supposed to be a real person or just a character), but I don't remember much about her other then she was shy, and her character looked like a elf with pale skin, blue eyes, and blueish hair. Also, I remember being in a battle royale and later on watching a jedi with two blue lightsabers fight and kill a soldier who had armor like Commander Cody's(same color too) from star wars, only buffer. The planet was pretty, and it looked like it was fall season, with a lot of relaxing places(everywhere I went seemed like a relaxing park). And there was a lot of trees and grass, all yellow for fall. It kind of reminded me of Dantooine.