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Jag WILDar av misstag. Drömmen framträder som ur en dimma. Är i skolan vid skåpen, L. Bä. kommer. Allt är väldigt ljust. Jag känner att jag är nära att vakna hela tiden. Jag ser Ant. ansikte och börjar märka att det inte längre bara är bilder utan att en dröm startar. Jag försöker stabilisera drömmen genom att gnugga händerna mot varandra (Ant. säger "Detta är bara början", ungefär, som att det skulle komma läskiga saker) och av någon anledning kolla på golvet. Det blir tydligare men helt plötsligt ändras marken och jag är högt upp i luften ovanför en tågstation eller liknande. Jag märker att drömmen är lite läskig så jag försöker ändra det. Det blir lite ljusare och en blond söt tjej kommer fram.

Had a dream I was in Russia..whenever i have a dream that i'm in Russia i think to myself that this cant be real - dunno why...but anyway managed to have control of it for about 30 secs before i lost consciousness again.

This dream started out in the void. No landscape, no characters, nothing; just my dream-self and the absence of everything else. At first I didn’t know where I was or if I was dreaming, having sleep paralysis, or something similar. I tried touching my hands and spinning myself around to gain control, but to no avail. At last I yelled as loud as possibly could. Absolute silence. Fortunately, this confirmed that I was indeed dreaming and lucidity was achieved!

So there I was floating out in the void. It's like my dreamscape was waiting for me to manifest it! So I decided to have some fun with physics/geometry. I had always wondered what a tesseract (4 dimensional cube) actually looked like, and now that I wasn't in dumb old 3D reality, I decided it'd be a prime time to conjure one up. It was easy to create the tesseract shape we all love and know from images and videos, though I can't recall what color it was. Next, I tried transforming it into a true 4D structure, which is where I started to run into problems. Every time I tried "folding" the object, it seemed to crumple up. The more I tried to manifest it, the more I began to feel an upward pull on my body and become panicked, like I was going to get launched out into oblivion like in that really dumb movie "The Forgotten." I decided it wasn't worth losing control of the dream, so I settled for doing something a little more feasible.

I ended up conjuring forth two blue orbs and placing them opposite each other at either end of the void (if it can even have an end). I then accelerated them to tremendous speeds and crashed them into each other dead on. They exploded into billions of tiny particles in a fantastic bloom effect that was one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. Further observing the collision, the particles, all orbiting their common center of mass, started to coalesce into a sphere, which eventually settled into a swirling disk. Regardless of whether it was entirely accurate to real world physics or not, it was insanely radical, and that's what counts! I collided orbs several more times, making them hit each other at skewed angles. This produced structures that resembled spiral galaxies. dead on collisions between a small orb and a large orb produced structures with protruded rings. Collisions between fast objects and slow objects painted comet-like smears across the void. I went on colliding orbs until the dream faded out and eventually I woke up.

All in all, it was the coolest dream I've ever had. Prior to this dream, I had reinitiated my practice of daily mediation as well as multiple ADA sessions every day. I think both of those had a lot to do with this dream’s success.

I left work, but i didn´t do the passage of my shift´s service to F. I went back t the workplace to give F some info ,it was already night, and when i arrived to the workplace, the installation seemed inside a paper factory,with unframed windows, metal handrails and cement passages. Through the window I could see the setting from one side to the other and decided to enter. Inside it seemed even more like a paper factory. There were dozens and dozens of workers in a meeting near an hydraulic jack, an orange jack.

They were in a meeting, and there were two people talking while the others listened.

There was a responsible official who spoke that near him was an employee that consumed pot, and would therefore be expelled. I was walking around the worker´s mob, just looking... none of them seemed to account for my presence there, except one, who was hanging upside down, with red hair,a helmet in the head, and when I passed him, he smiled so evil, showing all his teeth, and without making a single sound.

Suddenly i was in a roof top, it was already day time. This roof had skylights, which were very large windows, with old wood frames, slightly Victorian. It was light brown wood.

Through the skylight i saw a room with large shelves with lots and lots of books.

F was there, sitting at a table with an open book.
It appeared to be a library.

F was combed with a risk too close beside the head with grease and had a coat and pants and grey boots.

It seemed like the way you would dress in the the English industrial revolution of the workers (near the Victorian age).

When I saw him I thought: " I finally found him and I can give him the info".

Before i could reach F i saw an old man with white hair, a little bald, with a gray suit (but lighter than F´s clothes), looking like a buttler, who seemed to be the librarian,so i tried to whisper instead of talking normally.

I knocked at the skylight´s glass and said:

"Passage of Service".


He looked at me, smiled and rose from the table. He came to me and I asked him if F was studying for exams in college, he did not respond directly to it.

He only said: "There is still a lot of time left."

I had this dream/nightmare several years ago. This is the oldest dream I remember, and considering my terrible memory I'm quite surprised I still can.
Well, we started off at our house. We got into the car, and I asked where we were going. My mum said we were going to go to Scotland. (We live in England ;D) For the first part of the journey, everything was normal. My brother was annoying me and I was eating sweets. By the time we got to the petrol station halfway there, we were in a videogame. Everything was dusty. (I thought that there was a desert between every country.) When we continued our journey, everything slowly became normal again, until I saw a sign that pointed upwards and said 'Scotland'. Up ahead I saw a hill, and barriers on either side. The barrier had a random pattern of love hearts and other random characters. The hill was completely vertical, and I was scared. We had to go over 100 mph or we wouldn't make it to the top. I got scared that I would fall out of my seatbelt, smash the window and fall to the ground, and in the end that's what happened. It was a long fall and I guess I must have I died.

October 18, 2011.

Yea, it been a while since I wrote anything.

Anyway I look at a mirror and my eyes were roll all of the way to the back of my skull. I lift my eyelids as high as I can (without using my hands) to see that my eyes were looking to the top of my skull.

Beside being freak out I look at my hands and they seem so real so that reality check failed. Normally I can tell right away if something a dream or not but this one was the rare case where I couldn't. I start panicking thinking I was going brain dead or something.

Damn that mirror...

NON-DREAM
DREAM
LUCID-DREAM
NOTES

Oh Kazm, how I miss you... A little back story, Kazm was the first band I was ever in, and, as a result, the band I was in the first time I ever played guitar in front of a crowd. This is of obviously massive importance to anyone who knows me personally as it was the moment I realised that this is what I want to do with my life! Now, here we go:
I am in a room I have never seen before, but the 'look' of the place reminds me of my school (DS) style-wise. There are 3 amps sitting in the corner, 2 shitty looking ones and my epic marshall. My (former) bandmates are all there. It appears we are about to play a show. We are all talking about something or other and then a tough looking black dude comes in and says 'We should really get going now.' I believe one of my bandmates said something like 'show time!' Then everyone started walking towards a door in the corner. I panic ad shout 'FUCK! What's the setlist?' Tom turns to me and says a word that I don't recognise, and I reply 'You mean we're just going to jam completely randomly and fail epicly.' I think Tom nodded and then just walked off. I panic and run over to get my amp but the black guy says he will get it (Must've been a roadie) So I point out my marshall. I also notice that my amps handle is broken, but pay no notice. I run through the door in the corner, following everyone down some stairs and ending up in a massively elongated version of my school's (DS) sports hall. There is a stage at the opposite side of the hall to me but the crowd is blocking the way (They are seated) The chairs are arranged like a maze or something, and it takes me a long time to work my way through. Mrs Stoker is on the stage and says 'Now Performing...' I think 'Oh, it must be a talent show or something, maybe there's time to rehearse!' So I run off behind the stage to the backstage area. There is a very big backstage room and I see lots of people carrying gear and instruments from place to place and just helping the acts set up. There is a small, window sized hole in the back of the room. Now, Mrs Stoker and my bandmates are with me and say something about that being the *secret* backstage area, we go through the hole into what looks like the best shop in the world. Thousands of guitar models stacked high up. Huge 10 foot bass and guitar speaker cabs. A whole wall of guitar picks, including one packet that reads - 'moulded to fit the fingers of Skiddo' - I am losing my mind in an 'I never want to leave' sort of way. I then realise that our set was starting as I hear someone behind me on the stage say 'And now, the highlight of the night... KAZM!!!' I don't get to the stage in time and Tom starts playing using my guitar. 'Fair enough' I think 'I didn't want to play anyway.' I go back into the amazing backstage area to look around some more. My recall gets a little jumpy here and the last thing I remember is Tom coming back from playing and being really cocky. I was actually extremely impressed that I remembered so much, and that the dream was really long and vivid in general. I'm not so impressed anymore, as I stopped caring about dreams for a while and my recall turned to shit.

It was only a fraction of a dream a really small one but exciting at the same time i remember only waves and there was a storm

I was at my friends house and I was watching t.v. in his room when the lights and the t.v. both randomly turned off. Then I looked and I saw that in the corner my friends flashlight start to float toward the ceiling. That's when I realized it was a dream. I stood up and walked over to the light switch only to realize that the bulb was broken. I turned to the doorway and saw a strange man I haven't seen before and he to started to float toward the ceiling. I went up to him and poked his chest and said "hello?" and then I realized that he was dead.. he continued to float up and I didn't want to stay any longer. I started trying to wake myself up although I had never done it before so it was bit odd. I managed to wake up and I laid there for a minute thinking about it before I went back to sleep.

I can't remember the dreams I had the past two days. I'm hoping that tonight, I will be able to remember a dream and/or go lucid at some point.

-hopes this method works-

Lunar Lander

I was with someone--a friend or my brother. We were out in a field. There was a space vehicle
that looked like the Lunar Lander. The DC I was with had found it and done something to it. It
was nothing major, but I started getting nervous that the government would be able to figure
out that it had been tampered with. We decided that it would still fly because the DC hadn't
done anything to it of consequence.

A later had a dream that was supposedly to explain how I had come to be at the place where the
space vehicle was. I was flying over these camps at night. They had strange configurations of a
circle connected to a square, or modifications of that design. It seemed very logical and futuristic.
I flew over several of these camps or cities or whatever they were, then started back over at the
beginning to view them again. By the second or third fly-over, I started to realize I should remember
the shapes and or the layout of the city.

This was itself a second chance for me to remember this scene as the fly-over was a false memory.
The first time I flew over seemed to be a reminder even though I don't remember ever having the dream
the first time.

Lucid with a Hottie

I was with a bunch of people. There was one girl who was reminiscent of Christa Nicole on the X Factor.
I liked her. She was friendly in a cold, manipulative way.

I had some cookies which I was giving to everyone, but they fell in the sand of a playground. I was sad
because I am a germ-a-phobe. I decided to eat one anyways, and someone else was willing to eat one too.
Then, the girl I liked asked if I would get her some orange drink and some chocolate drink. I thought that was strange, but then thought that the combination sounded pretty good.

I said something to her like, "You're being nice, but you don't really like me, do you?" She never answered before I headed off to the store.

I ordered the chocolate drink and the orange drink. I was thinking about gallons so everyone could have some and so it would be cheaper. The guy started giving me a bunch of regular size drinks. I knew that would cost more than I wanted to spend.

I ended up leaving when I saw my Dad. I immediately knew I was dreaming. At this point, I wanted to talk to my dad, but sometimes he just stands there and doesn't say anything. I decided to turn towards the girl I was with and make it with her.

I took her to some steps inside an apartment. I started to undo her pants. Up the stairs was someones room. There was no door to the room and the occupant, a heavy-set white lady, was in bed. I was afraid she would see us, but I didn't let it hinder me.

I started making it with her. It felt so real. I moved her up the stairs into the room where the other girl was in bed on the phone. I was trying to get a more comfortable place to do it. Once we were up there, the girl in bed said, "Hey, y'all get out of here!"

We floated back down the stairs. I continued making love to her until I woke up.

Saving a Salem Witch

I went back to sleep and started dreaming about some ladies who were going to go somewhere instead of a bunch of guys having the opportunity to go. I forget where the ladies were going to go, but I started seeing, as if in a movie, Mt. Rushmore, with different carvings. I saw the real carvings, then I saw witches carved into the mountain, though they were just women, and then I saw men in hooded robes standing very tall.

As if in a movie, the carvings kept cycling so I saw the same carvings like a slide-show. Finally, the scene became real. I was watching the men in hooded robes walking in a natural setting. They were like the Spanish Inquisition. They were looking for a witch.

They ended up finding her. They were going to burn her. I found myself in a hotel room with 5 other guys in a more modern setting, but we were still going to kill the witch, and now I was in the group.

Somehow I knew that nobody in the room wanted to kill the witch, but nobody was saying anything because they might then be killed along with the witch. I spoke up. Nobody would go along with me. There were several people outside the room and we were about to leave to kill the girl.

I said to the guys, "Look, we have six people here." Somehow that made our numbers strong enough to stand up to the others.

One or two more guys walked into the room. We tried to convince them that we should not kill the "witch," but they weren't going for it. We explained that we were already six, and with them on our side, we could stop them. One of the guys got very upset and said, "Come on!" He was angry and mean looking. I got scared and started to go with him.

Then one of the original 5 guys I was with started talking to them and we all decided to stand up to the others to not burn the witch.

Dream-skip to a scene where two little girls were planting clover around the edge of circles of mud. They represented the peace from the witch being let go.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I don't like it when the weather gets worse and it gets darker outside. Had some stomach aches last night and couldn't fall asleep in hours. Woke up with alot of dreams on my mind, which is always fun. They were a bit fucked up as usual.

23.30: Sleep

05.10: Surviving in the woods
I'm with another guy in the woods. We're preparing our meal, it looks just like pasta but it's in dirty water. We take turns taking sips from the smoking hot water straight out of the metal sauce pan. We finish our meal and I get up. Monica appears. "Hey babe, let's go catch some fish" I tell her. I spot a small lake nearby and some fishing swiming around in it. They're rather big and colorful. "Hurry, get the rod out!" I tell her as I intend to catch a red one. Across the water I spot a few people walking.

I suddenly realise fishing in this place is illegal. They greet us as I try to untangle the fishing line. "Hey" I say. "We're not fishing, we're just uhm..." I say. 'I'm in deep shit now...' "Here, take this" a woman tells me and hands me a golden wobbler. It looks amazing. "Thanks!" I say and put it in my fishing bag. We follow the group of people to their camp. We enter a smoking hut, it's like an open sauna/smoke tent. We sit down and talk for a while with an old man.

05.10: Buying stuff
I'm in an electronics store with Monica, I'm sick of saving my money and feel like spending some. I walk up to a guy in the store's shirt. "Hey, show me the newest and most advanced "got to have" items you have" I tell him. "Oh, in that case, check out "Sennheiser", in a few months they're going to improve the quality of their stuff and they will be top notch for sure." "That's an amazing idea, I wonder why no one has done that before" I say. I need a new keyboard, mouse and headset. I ask him when they all will be out and he tells me in a few months, crap.

I decide to sit down in a chair and just watch the people in the store. A bunch of people working there are playing ping pong at a table and they seem to be having a blast. Monica and I feel like we belong in that group of people and they seem to like us. All of a sudden me and her start a small fight over something and I storm out. She catches up with me, I was only kidding and we go back to the people.

05.10: Dog CRAP!
I'm with my friend Henrik and we're at a fence. I'm standing on one side and his dog is sitting on the other by one of the fence poles. Henrik is also on the other side. I kick the fence pole and his very old dog, gets the shit scared out of him (yes, literally.) "Why did you do that?!" Henrik asks me. I shrug. "Gazzo, come here boy" he tells his dog. When he gets up I can see a big pile of crap. I inspect it closely for some reason and it's green and bubbling. I have no idea how, but I accidentaly get some on lower lip.

'Oh fffffffuuu...' I start gagging. Henrik also gets some on his face and he starts gagging aswell. We stand there for a while, almost puking. I spit and wipe the shit off some moss and can see a small white worm crawling on it. This makes me get even closer to vomiting. An old lady appears. "What are you boys doing?"

05.10: Fragment
*I'm at the computer and my friend Felix hands me a bunch of links directing me to different hotels. "We're going to either one of these and that's final" he tells me. They're all in China and at some kind of "feel good" spa shit. I really don't feel like going to those places.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 5 hours

Supplements: None

That's it!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

10.17.2011
I am in an unfamiliar house with many other people. It's clearly some kind of social gathering for older adults, with whom I somehow blend in. While mingling I come across the host, a black man in a white robe who looks like Morgan Freeman, but younger. He is addressing the whole room and although I don't hear all his words, I realize he's about to go around the room asking what everyone's spiritual beliefs are, and it becomes apparent that it is a move to single me out as the only non-believer in the room.

Of course, he goes straight to me and places his hands on my shoulder, smiling wordlessly, expecting me to profess my beliefs. I tell him uncomfortably that I'm atheist, which leads the whole room to let out an awkward laugh. The host turns to the crowd gathered around us and mentions that I am in need of saving and that I need to accept their God, clearly assuming I'd simply not been exposed to it. I correct him in his assumption and say, "I was born Catholic, raised Christian, and chose to be an agnostic atheist." This was more disturbing to them, which produced an even more awkward laugh. I laugh myself, feeling less uncomfortable than before, and am left alone.

Dream #1 - Semi-Lucid

This is a weird one. I was playing air hockey with my friend in an arcade - it was empty with the exception of the both of us. Suddenly, my friend turned into a hockey puck - the puck was red and it had my friend trapped inside of it. Two more pucks also appeared - one of my dad and one of my sister. At this point I remembered to do an RC for the first time in my life, and upon checking how many fingers I had and whether I could poke my finger through my hand, I thought that I might have been in a dream. Then, an evil puck appeared, and started slamming against the pucks with my friend, dad and sister in them. I grabbed the hockey stick thing and bashed it into the goal. Overcome by excitement that I might be lucid, I tried to summon a guitar to play, but it didn't work, and that's as much of the dream as I can remember. However, there is a twist - I probably wasn't actually lucid - I think that I was dreaming that I had a lucid dream. Otherwise the dream would have been clearer and i would have been more conscious...this dream felt duller and dimmer than most of my non-lucids.

Dream #2 - Non-Lucid

I was in a beautiful garden, with the same friend I was with in the earlier dream. The whole garden centred around a huge tree, with overhanging branches. There were round wooden tables dotted across the garden. The grass carpeted everything, including sets of stairs. There were white arches rising from the ground. My friend and I sat on one of the benches when someone passing through the garden told us that a "Lucidity Teacher" was coming soon. We waited, until he turned up. He took the appearance of Mad-Eye Moody, which was fairly unnerving. He started telling us about lucid dreaming but before we could continue, he went off on a tangent about a school musical he did when he was a kid. Before I knew it, I was backstage before the final song of the very musical he was telling us about. We marched on the stage and sang a song called "Gedanken sind frei" a traditional German song about freedom of thought, which became popular in the GDR as a message of peace and a demonstration against oppression. The performance took place on the stage at my school. Some people in the crowd were very drunk, and there were fights breaking out in the audience. After the performance, all 30 of us ended up in the bathrooms, because our teachers had rounded us up to talk to us. Suddenly, two of our (female) teachers randomly decided to take their clothes off. They ended up being yelled at by another teacher who came into the bathrooms to see what was going on. Then, everyone except for me filed out of the bathroom. I was left on my own. I went into a cubicle, and when I came out after a minute or two, there was a whole maze of toilet cubicles all over the bathroom, and there were some toilets just attached to the walls. Then the dream faded.


From this we can conclude that I have the weirdest freaking mind, and that it is shocking that I couldn't tell it was a dream!

I was in a theater watching my Huck Finn remake animation film yay ^^
the first scene involved showing credits on a book page.
then I got sucked into the movie and I was drawing the 'cartoon' of huck finn..
all I remember is that ms. Watson shouted at huck: "all that little brat does in this house is eating!!!"
Lol
bad recall today. I need to sleep early x_x