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I am pulling into a fast food drive through, I think a Del Taco. The curve is a little sharp, so I feel close to the curb, the menu, and the small table on the cement right by the menu. There is a lady sitting at the table, and I feel like she is looking at me. I pulled up too far past the first menu, but I can still mostly make it out; it has a list of red wines. I consider ordering a glass, but nothing seems too appealing. They all look to be $6 a glass, which I think is a good price. I now start speaking with the employee through the speaker box. She says something that I ask her to repeat, so she says it again - she’s telling me that she’s about to go home, I think implying that I should hurry up. I pull up to another speaker box? and quickly order instead of looking for something new, so I don’t hold her up. I order two of one thing and two chicken quesadillas.

I am with some unfamiliar blond girl about my age. I think each of us are sitting on a bed. It seems like we’ve been talking or on a date. There is a sense of this coming to an end when I look over to my left and notice that her small breasts are out. I think the moment was something innocent, such as her changing, but I have noticed them and she is doing nothing to cover them. I am now by her and, without saying anything, have taken her breasts into my hands. They are very small, but just perky enough to stick out from the roll of skin on her stomach from her slouched posture. Though there is nothing said, I think this is okay with her. Now, she is completely naked. Still not sure if this is okay so soon, I have my fingers inside of her. It seems shallow; without full insertion, I start reaching a point where they won’t go any further. She starts moving my hand, either for this reason, because she doesn’t really want this, because I don’t know how her body responds to what might please her, or a possible combination of any of these. I had also noticed that she was very thin, my hand and fingers seeming large in comparison. Now that it is done, I realize that I have cheated on Melissa. I have to reconcile this with the fact that I never wanted to do this. I contemplate telling her and how to tell her.

I seem to be at work when I answer a call about a girl in white what is following someone into the men’s restroom. I go to check it out, going downstairs, I think on an escalator. This place looks like a retail store, but sort of tall, thin, and cluttered. I now see the entrance to the restrooms, with large pieces of dark wood giving a dim but home-y cabin feel. I enter the men’s, which is on the right. The bathroom is huge and spacious. There are at least two separate spaces with lines of urinals along the stone? walls, each space with a different kind of urinal. The ones closer to me are stone, while I think the others might be steel. I walk up to a stone one and begin using it. It is long and low, sort of a stone rectangle with a basin. I start peeing on the stone above the basin, wondering how many have done the same before. I think there may be one other guy in here, as I seem to hear or sense motion. I look around, thinking about how this bathroom is at least the size of a large room (like in a public building or something; it’s probably the size of a small restaurant). I look around and leave a different way than I came in. I walk up an asphalt path on a slight hill. There are wooden picnic style tables on either side, some with remnants of meals. The whole area is covered by a shade structure, probably some kind of mesh or light tarp, as it is not very thick shade. Passing one table, I notice a tall glass with a handle that is still mostly full of something that is a chocolate milkshake color and consistency. I somehow see a review that they left of it, about how they didn’t like it? I think about trying it but don’t. I now pass an ice cream stand and think about getting some but don’t because it’s too expensive.

I am with Melissa in Virginia City at a brewpub or something similar. We’ve parked along the side of the road and it seemed like more of a steep incline, like the road around Tahoe. We walk up and take seats at the counter. The waitress seems a little younger, nice, and laid back. I look at the beer menu and the double door beer fridge. The fridge seems to have a better selection, and I decide on picking something from it. An older lady walks up to it and grabs a Black Butte Porter. I notice a ceramic, 11oz bottle of Delirium Tremens. I also notice, at the very bottom, what looks like ceramic, 2 L sized containers of Delirium on their sides. I wonder the price of each and then go grab one of the small bottles. I sit back down and think we’re going to order food also. The waitress is talking about something going on, but has to explain it because it’s our first time here. I now pour my beer into a regular pint glass. I realize it is not Delirium Tremens, but rather Delirium ‘Trem’ or ‘Tremen’, which I assume is a different style of beer from the same brewery. I think it is a saison. It is a very nice hazy light orange, and it tastes very good. I notice that Melissa has a tulip shaped glass with a little bit of water in it; I think about stealing it to use instead of the regular pint glass. I also think this beer is closer to 4% than the 8% of the Tremens. I think about being responsible since I’m driving, but I also think about how it’s nice up here and how we could just not worry about going back and go to a few more places.




I’m driving to Carson City, and the freeway seems more straight ahead and lower in elevation. It is sunset, and the sunset is beautiful. The clouds are thick and heavy and dark, full of dark orange and red and spots of purple. I see the backyards of houses to my right. I know they’re close to the freeway, but they still seem nice. The yards are small and close together, most with a good assortment of trees, some with string lights. I think about living out here since it’s smaller, thinking the drive might be worth it if I worked out south and/or mainly stayed out here. I think that it would be closer to Tahoe.

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At some kind of round table with only top elite people. They are talking about society and opportunities and they are totally acting entitled and saying bullshit about how everybody can take a chance at the stock market and similar enriching opportunities. I am not allowed to talk, but I can't have it anymore and I get up and call bullshit to their faces. Present them with statistics, tell them how the system is rigged and we never stand a chance unlike them.
Oprah is in there too and she is asking for them to warn people about some apocalyptic storm that is coming and only they know about. They claim she has a history of crying wolf. She presents proof she was never wrong in warning people because shit did happen. I support her. They don't give a shit, they keep silent about this storm so severe that wind and rain is capable of destroying rock and will probably erode mountains. I help her try to spread the message as much as possible, but we hardly reach anyone on time.

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2x obe Mr tech lost lucidity.
Location :dark underground living quarters
Dream Zelda game, moving out, friend has kids, kids moving out, selling the Zelda game for cash, touching family moments of friend and his son. Cried and awoke.

Beast attacking me. It was a bear/lion in the forest or forest trail. Perhaps a hybrid beast. (might be from watching yt videos about bears)

VR game themed. Related to day time.

Today -
Location : class but not school, bright room white desks. People are learning stuff.
Learning something. Eating cup ramen with kimchi added for lunch at the end of the dream.

Location :class in school, looks like Japanese elementary school.
Having a raffle and eating some sweets, was ice-cream or cake. A Japanese classmate from back then in elementary was there. May have went to the mall after.

What was her name? I... Starts with I. I remember her face. She had a pony tail and had massive cute eyes.

I was sick all the time in elementary. Kind of this lingering cold. The past few days I have been getting a kind of the same thing. Maybe it's detox or releasing of some stuck energy back then since I was trying to do that before. Maybe this dream is related to that. Nostalgia of being sick. Or not sure if it's something else but just feeling very nostalgic or having feelings of.

I haven't been djing the most earnestly lately. I had probably around 5 dreams today but only recalled 2. Should I begin to write them all down again in full detail? Do I want to do that? Do I want to be lucid? Could I train dream recall without DJ?

I was practicing mindfulness the last 2 days and I was noticing I'm getting lucid in waking. Not while asleep though. Just. Feeling like I'm waking up. But I also feel like I'm dying. What will happen when I'm fully awake? Would I finally be lucid? I'm just very lost atm. But somehow feels like I'm finding my way and getting closer to my goal. But what is my goal? Whatever it is, I pray it be good. Id love to be omni lucid though. That would be fun. Maybe perfect dream recall to go along with that.

Been also doing wim hof method. Got me pretty energetic.

Its cold outside. I'd like to meditate in a nice warm beach in my dream. Maybe that's the dream goal for now.

Dream 1: I'm playing comet crash. At first I was making special units. But I delete the four unit pads, no idea why and I regretted it afterwards. I dont sse a choice to build anything else until I put something down. No idea what it was.

Dream 2: I'm inside of another game, the atmosphere is depressing and I felt like i played it before. I was with a friend L in a car

Dream 3: I am in a football game. I'm not playing I'm just inside the field. Which seems to be normal. Some big dude was throwing a ball and it was going straight to me aimed at someone behind me. I move my head to the left and it misses. It also missed the dude he was aiming for.

He blames me and we get Into an argument.

Time skip, I'm at school and it is very weird. Everything feels different except for the people. But it is an extremely different school. The cafeteria is completely different and the halls are strangely twisted.

I am in. The lunch line and get a hamburger party with what looks to be gravy. I take a bite and it taste, mediocre, but for the school it was pretty good. I praise the lunch ladies and move on. I then go on to see my friends sitting in a weird group along the walls with other people. The dream ends there.

Dream: 4: my friend Malikai, has killed someone during a football game. He shoulder rammed into someone and it stopped their heart. At least that's what he said. We're walking along a rode I've never seen. He tells me about it and I say, "it's not murder. You may of killed him, but it's not murder. This is the risk to football, he signed up knowing this could happen. Heh you all must have brain damage too. I wish I could play football."

he chuckles and we go on. We see this house. We start walking too it. It is surrounded by scattered tree's, fairly short ones. We stop walking when we see 3 people at a gate. I think one lady and 2 males. They see us and we start walking away. About 10 seconds later the female yells at us.

Me and Malekai get to this hill. All of a sudden we're old men and we shoot someone. We loot his body like you would in skyrim, weird, and we find lots of stuff. Armor and weapons. I tell the old man something like "we can't turn back. Join me." He says yes. I don't remember anything else

I like posting, so I'm going to try and actually post more. I'll find time somewhere.

But I am just beginning with visualization. I havent had any progress until today in class. After doing my work I had about 30 minutes left.
I first begin meditating, just a simple breathing exercise. I then go onto visualization. As usual I see only a slight amount of light(eyes were covered). I just stayed still and let it happen. Eventually I start seeing colors. This is the first time I've seen them.

It is pretty vibrant, but there aren't many colors. I have very limited control. But I still have control. I can change colors(albeit extremely slowly). I could also move it a bit though it was hard. At this point I could take my cover off and I can still see and mess with colors. Just they are different.

I dont know if I'm doing this all correctly, any tips? Or shall I just keep on track.

I left my body and immediately took a flight through window into night, to visit my soulmate. After about 2 kilometers of following the road about 20 meters above ground I got lost. The road took unexpected turn and went into a forest and up to very, but very tall hill. Obviously I didn't want to go there so I flew back till I reached the known place... and took direction to my soulmate again. And again the road took unexpected turn and I was again flying up the tall hill. It is not first time I ended there... in fact It had become regular problem in past two years... After a few retraces of my flight I got into point where I was unable to return to known place.
So I forcibly returned into my body. And restarted OBE. And took a flight to my soulmate again. To no avail... I again and again lost myself and was flying up the very tall unknown hill. After a few retraces of my flight I was again forced to return to my body and to leave it again to reset the surrounding.
I was flying again. This time I tried to apply the visualisation of my memories carefully... I pictured the road... I pictured the goal(there is characteristic rocky hill close to place where she lives)... I even saw it in that OBE. And I got again lost to that unknown hill place. I repeatedly tried to fly there, then to walk there... It was persistent. The surrounding changed in between the steps. It was frustrating. Yet I kept to repeat the attempt to get to her home. It took about 3 subjective hours till I was so tired that I lost consciousness and fell asleep.

Remarks
This had became an obsession for a few months now to me. Due to impossibility to reach that place I feel driven to find the way to that place.
That unknown place is very familiar to me in the astral. I get lost to that place often.

Over a period of time i have had problems with ld frequency, quality, and confidence. I have tried may times to find my dream guide with no luck. Well I was thinking a few days ago since I have no problem calling people on my dream cell phone I would give this a try. This morning I had a solid ld, flew out of my house, grounded, and stabilized. I remembered to call my DG so I used my pinky/thumb cell and reached the DG! At first I was at a loss for words, but then I asked if I could be taken to my high school girlfriend. DG first said no but I assured him I just wanted to see her, so he agreed and hung up. I started flying and was sucked into a high altitude warp speed flight. Landed inside a building and opened a door , there she was, but at my current age. I wanted to see her when we were younger as I have had non ld's with us being in highschool. This is a paradigm shift for me , cant wait to make some other requests. Its like having a genie

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With a group of amateur spies who volunteered to keep an eye and report on the leaders and regimes that threaten the world. I mostly spy the Chinese government's tentacles abroad, but had a chance to infiltrate the Brazilian government and they are with crazy ideas. The president picked up Trump's idea of nuking hurricanes and he shows me excited a bomb they have ready to use in the next extreme weather phenomena. There seems to be no one around him smart enough to see the stupidity of it. Instead they are all so proud of their tech.
Back to headquarters they don't wanna believe me but someone else confirms my story with complementary info. Meanwhile some colleague is on the phone with a Chinese dude we are monitoring, and she claims he invited her to lunch and there will be no time for us to set up a mission to go with her. She has to go alone. We are all listening in silence, but we almost blow it, with our whispering - we cannot believe she really will go out with this guy.

Had a dream it was my last day in high school. I didn't realize it was and I was the last student in the classroom with a male teacher. I told him that I had 'finally done it.'; that I had no more schooling left for the rest of my life. I leave the building and I realize I am dreaming. I stabilize the dream by looking at my hands, and everything becomes clearer. I try to summon a dream character but no dice. The dream ends not because it collapsed but because my alarm went off I needed to be awake.

I am standing in the living room of my home. My mother is sitting on the couch next to the window playing on the tablet while my father is sitting behind me on his chair in the bedroom. I talk to someone or something which reminds me that it's snowing really heavily outside. I look towards the window and see large amount of snow masses falling.

Well, I had some success over the weekend, but did not achieve lucidity.

(Sunday Sep 1st 2019 - 6:45 AM is when I woke from the dream).

In my dream I am at an American football game. It was either a high school or a college event. There are a lot of people standing around the field and many in the stands. I am aware that they are having a drawing and one lucky person will win one million dollars. I hear them call my name as the winner over the loud speakers. I turn to my wife and ask (with great surprise) "Did they just call my name???" She says yes, and is very excited. I ask where I need to go and she tells me there is a table near the entrance. I start jogging toward the table passing many people (who pay no attention to me). I reach the table and there is a blond woman standing behind the table, but there are 3 people in front of me speaking with her. I am amazed and excited that I have won 1 million dollars, but then (in my head) I ask the critical question "Am I Dreaming???" I glance behind the woman and there are 2 signs attached to a board behind her. One is a blue sign with white lettering that says "ADVANCED TICKETS" the other is a white sign with red letters which says "EXIT -->" I look away from the advanced ticket sign and then look back and it is exactly the same. So I assume I am not dreaming and I am very happy about that... the dream fades and I wake up.

I am in a kitchen with my elder sister vaguely wandering what it was that I was looking for. Considering the room I am in I conclude that I must have wanted to make myself something to eat but I can't recall what I wanted to have. On a nearby breadbox is half of a mince pie but I remind myself that I've made a point to not eat non-fish meat any more. I start hearing a whistling tune and recognize the source as my mother's pet cockatiel.
Turning a corner into a niche that houses a fridge I spot the bird sitting on a birdstand. He doesn't look all that healthy, missing feathers and having a greenish tint to his skin. As I am looking at the bird he starts doing drunken loop-de-loops and I worry that there is definately something wrong with the bird. The wrongness I'm sensing makes me ask my sister if I'm dreaming and she answers with an indifferent "no, you're not". When I look back at the bird he now looks perfectly fine. I don't trust my sister's answer so I move away from her to a different part of the kitchen so that I can practice some dream control.
I raise my right hand cupped, palm up and focus on creating a ball of light or fire but only manage to get a weak glow to hover over the surface of my palm. Thats not too impresive but I feel inspired to do something with it so I punch my left hand over my right, open-palmed while muttering "Atar-kum-nash-me". The glow disipates forward but produces no noticable results. Looking out of the window in the wall in front of me I get an urge to do some flying so I levitate myself off the ground and with my hands outstretched I phase right through the wall and into the air outside. I manage to stay airborn and count to three before the dream stops.