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Going to bed 11:30-12:00
Goals: Recall 6 dreams
4:50 Flash of playing and at the same time being in this rpg game, im playing it with my bro. I just rem being on the top level of some dungeon or something like that, it looks pretty modern, kind of like the inside of a huge mansion or something, but in the dream i know its many levels. I just rem going through a door and finding a knife on the ground, right after i find the knife i imediately see another item on my screen, it says 40 cal gun. I rem saying to my bro, i wonder what this one will look like.

*Flash of going to the kitchen to poor a bowl of cereal. I cant rem what all i do but i finally realize that i had poored a bowl earlier, i get the bowl off the counter, its cinnamon cereal. I take a couple of bites and despite sitting out its not soggy or anything.

6:30 I rem being on a rollercoaster or amusement park ride that swings you around all over the place.I dont rem why but for some reason i strt to ride it with my eyes closed. I just rem being swung around in blackness and just thinking about it really.

*Had a fa, just rem getting up and moving this pillow and blankett at the base of my bed, i rem wrapping the pillow up in the blanket and putting it back at the bottom of the bed.

9:05 Being driven somewhere by my sister, were on a road in the country, looks a lot like medina. Its nightime and there is a white boxy car in front of us. That car comes to a stop but my sister is going quite fast. As we get closer to the car i pretend like we are going to hit it, jokingly. My sister doesnt slow down fast enough though and we end up hitting the car quite hard. I rem the sound and feel of the impact was very sudden. It was just a big bang and i rem being jolted forward quite hard.

After hitting it the car moves up a little and stops, I tell my sister, maybe their music was too loud to even hear it. My sister scoots up and hits him again, this time much softer. This time i can see the driver watchingus in his mirror. He is a bald asian dude, he looks back at us, his face asking if we want to pullover. We really dont want to obviously but he does, dont rem past this.

*Playing like an old turn based rpg, the graphics look like the old pokemon games. I rem i was trying to choose my class for a while, there were three options, i know two were warrior and mage. I ended up choosing warrior which had the tallest characrter of the three. He was wearing red clothes, had brown hair, and a big sword. The game starts me out at some like magic school or something, i rem text briefing me, i rem it at one point saying, you watch a mage and student walk by.

I rem starting to have second thoughts about my character. I realize ill probably be able to use a few support spells but nothing too powerful. I start to want a mage character and as i think about it i imagine a turn based fight as a mage. I just rem seeing the interface for a fight, i can see my potential mage characters back, he is wearing a robe and hood, white with a blue stripe i think

I decided to experiment with alarm timers last night.
What I basically did was setup my pc so that it would produce a very loud beep at certain times during the night in order to wake me up.
I figured this way I wouldn't have to move (to turn off an alarm for example) and I could make numerous WILD / DEILD attempts during a single night.
This is obviously not a new idea, but I haven't tried anything like if before.
I set the alarms to start after approximately 5 hours of sleep, and then repeat in intervals of 20 minutes for 2 hours.



I wake up thinking the first alarm must have gone off, but I didn't really hear anything.
I'm a bit disorientated but try to remember any dreams.
I recall there being some dream with me driving my car, but no specifics.
Then the alarm goes off. It's quite a bit louder than I thought it would be.
Weird, I must have woken up before it actually went off for the first time.
I then attempt to WILD but fall asleep too quickly.


*BEEP*
That must have been the second alarm. Unfortunately I moved quite a bit, I think a DEILD is out of the question.
I try to recall any dreams but I can't remember anything whatsoever.
I close my eyes and attempt another WILD.
Surprisingly, I immediately get quite strong HH.
Not only do I get pretty vivid images and lighting flashes, but I also hear voices.
This is quite odd, it's never this intense...
Hold on a second...
I open my eyes and to the nose plug RC.
I'm dreaming! This is a FA... of course... how did I not think of that?
I float out of bed towards my pc to see if there's anything on the monitor, but it is turned off.


I wake up again, pretty sure of having heard the last half of the alarm sound.
I wonder if this is another FA and realize that this method will obviously cause quite a few FA's and I can't test for them properly if I'm not supposed to move.
But I moved yet again anyways, so I just plug my nose again. I'm pretty sure that I'm awake.
I attempt another WILD, this time focusing stronger on remaining conscious.
I feel more "clear in the head" than before and feel like I have a good chance of success.
I quickly get vivid blue plasma HI, followed by faint memories of images.
They go on for a short time and I am unsure of what I'm supposed to do, so I just wait it out, hoping to enter a lucid.
A first scene forms of be being on a couch with a few people I do not know.
I am right on the verge of entering a lucid dream, I know it, but the scene vanishes.
But is is quickly followed by another scene.
There's snow... a road... people walking the road towards... some kind of temple?
It looks Japanese... people are wearing kimonos.

It's now or never, I have to act.
I try to jerk my dream body forwards, into the scene...
Gravity! I fall for maybe half a meter and my feet hit the snowy road.
My whole body is buzzing, but these vibrations quickly turn into senses.
I can feel the cold wind on my skin and... ouch!
My feet are SO COLD. I'm standing barefoot in the snow.
It is so cold that it nearly hurts, but for some reason it feels really good.
I try to further stabilize the dream by rubbing my hands, but then I get a better idea.
I grab some snow from the road and rub it over my naked chest and it feels incredibly good.
The coldness even causes me to shiver.

Some DC's are giving me odd looks as they are walking past me towards the temple.
I decide to join them and investigate what's going on in the temple, it's not very far away.
This dream is really stable. I bet it has to do with the constant feeling of coldness, which is triggering many of my senses.
I wish coldness and snow would feel this awesome in waking life... I hate winter in waking life.
I reach the temple, which is more of a gate actually.
Behind it is a meeting of many Japanese people wearing traditional clothing.
There's water in the center, a bit like a swimming pool, but very natural.
Some women are dancing on this water, with particles of light floating out of the water.
It reminds me of a scene from FFX:




I wake up yet again.
I wonder if this is another FA.
Not wanting to move, I attempt to levitate my dream body upwards... which sort of works.
I have some trouble separating my dream body from my real body, but finally I'm floating in my room.
It's different from before, it's like I still feel the attachment to my real body.
I have to think of this dream: Out of body? - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views
I try to avoid looking at my real body still in bed, remembering that it freaked me out last time.


I wake up again.
This time I managed not to move, I even still have my eyes closed.
I try not to think, but I end up thinking that I want to meet Yuya.

A new dream scene forms... it's Teraluna!
Amazing! I look around and notice that I'm sort of floating in the air.

"Hyu..."

It's Yuya!

"Hi!"

She points towards the ground.
I look down and realize that I am floating about 2 meters above the ground.
And obviously, at this specific moment, I stop floating.
I fall into a tiny river which is right next to Yuyas place.
I quickly emerge from the water and hold on to the terrace the river is flowing by.
Yuya is right in front of me and bursts out laughing.
I have to laugh myself, this is so typical of me.

I get out of the water.
The shock of falling into the river was actually a good thing, it "woke me up".
I talk with Yuya about numerous things, including the dream I just had where I rubbed snow onto my chest.

"I thought you didn't like snow."
"I certainly don't in waking life."
"You call it mud."
"It usually is, but the snow in the dream was so pure, it was so different."

We're sort of staring at the landscape during our conversation and I casually put my left arm around her waist.
Where does this confidence come from? Usually I'm quite shy around her for some reason.
After we discuss a few more things Yuya presses her back against my chest.

"Hold me!"
"Okay?"
"Hold on to me!"

I put both of my arms around her wondering what's going on.
Within a split second everything turns very dark and my body vibrates.
I can hear the very loud sound of the alarm going off.
I no longer feel, I can't hear anything besides the alarm and I can barely see.
I try to concentrate on the warmth of Yuyas body which is pressed against mine, since it's the only thing I'm still able to feel clearly.
As the alarm sound stops, my senses gradually come back and after a few seconds I can see and feel clearly again.

"Holy shit!"
"Did we just prevent myself from waking up?"
"We did indeed."
"This is amazing... You're amazing! ..."
"Ain't I?"

She says, sticking out her tongue. I have to laugh.

"Let's go!"

Yuya grows water wings and takes off.
I quickly summon my phoenix wings and go after her.
We leave Haven and fly through the tree crowns of Teraluna.
We're flying quite a bit slower than last time, enjoying the mysterious and beautiful landscape of Teraluna...


I wake up again and decide to take some notes.
I look at my mobile to check the time and realize that all 6 alarms have already passed.
I must have missed a few of them.
I go back to sleep and wake up again after a total of 9 hours of sleep.
But I still feel sort of tired. I did have 6 alarms going off during the night, I guess this makes sense.

Anyways, this was an interesting experience, and I'm probably going to try this again soon.
The feeling of preventing yourself from waking up was quite something!

i was having a dream and woke up so i forgot the first part of it but i know i was away somwhere and there was this guy that came across as quite a decent person but i knew he wasnt.

when i went back to sleep me and my friend were on our way home from camping and we randomly stopped at this big mansion so he could use the toilet, and when he was in the toilet i went looking around this big house. i went into a room and i seen the guy from the earlier dream and i knew we were in trouble. so i went back to where i had left my friend and waiterd with all our stuff ready to go. and when he got back i told him to grab his stuff and that we had to go. we started making our way out the house and we were in a room with some kind of slant to it and the bad guy came through the door and just shouted "Kev" i looked up as he was at the top of the slant, and he had a camera, he took my photo and the took a photo of my friend. i thought this was strange and started to wonder why he was taking my pic. i knew it wasnt going to be anything ghood so i dercided to try and get the camera. as he was taking a pic of my friend i grabbed a big bit of wood but he stepped back as if to say "i know what your up to" but i swung the wood at his hand and the camera dropped next to my friend but the bad guy slid down the slant toward him so i took a big swing with this bit of wood and hut him on the head, it was pretty comical the way he dropped to the ground. then i woke up.

other parts to the dream:-

i think we were on bikes.
the house was a mansion
alot of the dream i can relate to the inbetweeners movie i just went to the pics to see the night before.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="royalblue"]Semi-Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
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[COLOR="silver"]Everything worked out correctly, but now the awakenings are booring, so I am going to start incorporate some visualisation techniques. In the beggining of the night I will use the Hand affirmation, and on my WBTB I will use the Lucidology techniques.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I were in my friends house, I have never been in that house but in the dream it felt like I had been there many times. Nothing special happend I was just there.

I was going home, but I took the wrong bus and got lost, I had idea where I was and I don't remember what happend next.

I was going to buy a lottery ticket to my friends birthday, but when I bought them I was afraid that he would win. So I kept them.[/COLOR]

Damn it.

As soon as I start trying to improve my dream memory I get a dreamless streak.

I WBTB, after some random visualisations i lost consciousness but ended up on a street, i did a nose plug RC and i can breathe! i look down at my hands, they seem normal so i try to push my fingers through my left hand, it works, they go through. "right, i am dreaming" i think to myself. I start to stabilise the dream and look around, i am in a room with my bed, except it is not MY room. I rub my hands together and decide to stabilise again in a different way, i suck the paint off one of the walls... Its now grey and it tastes weird.
I go downstairs and out onto the street, its twilight and i remember my task of getting a dc to do something for you, i see a girl in a blue top and a skirt, i float across the road towards her and say "excuse me, i just wanna speak to you", she ignores me so i repeat the question again. She turns to face me, sees that im floating and runs away. I try holding my hand out towards her "girl in blue top STOP RUNNING" it doesnt work and she rounds a corner.

I head round the corner to see where she went but i've lost her. Instead i see a guy with long hair and a black beanie on. He has a sleeve tattoo and i notice it. I walk over to him "Wow awesome tattoo man!" i say, he smiles at me and thanks me. I figure this is going well seeing as i've never intentionality had a conversation with a DC before. I tell him that i am dreaming right now, at first he is shocked then tells me, "I'm dreaming too!" he then says "lets do whatever we want!"
I tell him I am here because i have some tasks to do, he asks me what they are and i tell him about my task of falling from a height that would normally kill you. I ask him if he has anything he would like to do. He says yes but we can do that after. We walk towards a large building made of dark red bricks, i think this looks ok and turn to ask the guy "a fall would kill you from there, right?" he nods "yeah i reckon.."

Suddenly i get a little scared that i will forget this part of the dream, so i try and wake myself up so i can journal... I close my eyes and feel myself waking up.

I wake up in a bed and grab my DJ and start to journal about the dream, when im done, i roll over and sleep again.

I instantly appear in a supermarket very populated with DC's, nose plug RC it works I try pushing my fingers through my hand and that works too, then i try pushing them through a wall next to me, it works, but only slightly.
i want to find this guy again, he was kinda cool, then remember my task of telling a DC to do something, i have a look around to which DC's look like they'd help me out, there are so many. I see an old school friend called Nick, walking towards me... I walk over to him "hey man, not seen you in TIME! I need a favour, i know I'm dreaming and i am looking for someone, i need to find him, can you help me out?" Nick smiles "sure" he asks me to stand inside one of the squares on the tiled floor, i do. He makes a weird gesture with his hands and then stops, the floor around me begins to glow where i am stood. "not what?" i ask. He turns to me and says "just walk into any room, through any door & you will find him"
"coooooooooooool!" i think to myself. I thank Nick & he walks away, i go into the first room i see, its a shop that i was standing outside. i start to look around. At first i cannot see him, so i walk in and still nothing, yet when i turn around he is there behind me, sweeping the floor. I think he works here. "FOUND YOU!" i say, he looks surprised and replies "yo! You totally disappeared on me before" i apologise and explain about me not wanting to forget so journalling quickly. We both head into the nearest room, there is a small window at the end. We both walk towards it, i open it and look down, its about 6 floors up, this should do, i turn to my tattooed friend and say "that would kill me, right?" he walks over and looks out "....Yeah man that would DEFINITELY kill you... Be careful yeah?" i laugh and nervously RC again just to make sure, yup dreaming. I realise that the space im looking out to now is the place i met this guy... Cool, i spawned myself inside the building. With both arms either side of the window i fling myself out and shout "wooooooooo!!!" just as im about to land i wake up in bed.

I roll over and grab my DJ, the entry from before is surprisingly neat for me and the writing is tiny, it almost looks like I didn't write it. i shrug it off and carry on journalling. Once I'm done, Hobbs walks into the room "DUDE! do you even know what you did last night!?" I panic and shake my head... he laughs at me "mate you need to apologise to wardy and her friend".... "but i was dreaming" i say, he laughs again and explains that I'd slept-walked around the house and scared my friend sarah and her friend, who i have never seen before. As we are talking they come to my room too and tell me it was really weird, i keep asking what i did but they don't tell me. All of a sudden my old work friend Livia is there "what are YOU doing here!?" i say, she smiles and hugs me... Sarah asks for a hug and i tell her no, cause i wanna know what i did first. They all leave the room, i look back at my DJ entry and at how weird the writing is... My vision blurs and i wake up in my bed for real this time.

Dammit!! =P

So my family and a I were part of a big boisterous clan of horse-riding nomadic people. We were all gathered around that evening to watch our traditional form of storytelling play out, as performed by a couple of our young men. The way it worked was, they arrayed a set of small horse-figurines in traditional panoply on a couple of gridmarked low, square tables. We all sat around in a sort of low oasis grotto or amphitheater--I got the sense that it was rocky, dry, and inhospitable just beyond the bowl of our little valley--and as the stars came out in the sky, they started their performance. It was very stylized and involved moving the little figures solemnly one by one, while letting out great cries and noises to tell the story. Not words, just these ritualized and highly codified hoots and musical crashing and banging. Even though I think they were telling a story of some great historical war between clans or something serious, all of us assembled thought it was hilarious. And all of us were falling over each other laughing and admonishing each other breathlessly to be quiet and pay attention. The young men were very tolerant of their audience, as I guess this sort of behavior was to be expected on whatever holiday this was.

Afterwards, as dawn turned into day (it had some of the alacrity of the Minecraft day/night cycle, which I had been wrecking my nerves over just before I went to sleep. that game is fucking terrifying) we packed up. The hilarity had receded and everyone was seriously setting to the task of breaking camp. Our furniture was dark and richly finished, and it all broke down so that it could fit on some few wagons I was vaguely aware existed besides all the pack-horses, possibly drawn by camels. We had a big ponderous dining table and some other stuff. Anyway as I watched these things get broken down into surprisingly small and portable component pieces, I was having a kind of serious conversation with I think my mother or somebody else important and involved with what was coming next. I was feeling apprehensive, because soon, I was going to have my coming-of-age ceremony. Shane was "my" horse in the dream, and since we were horse-nomads, to enter adulthood I would need to symbolically complete his tack. He was all tacked up already for the occasion and all that was left to acquire for him was a bucking strap (a mysterious piece of tack I'd heard my mom talking about with the saddle fitter yesterday, I still don't know what one is. in the dream it was just a long, thin double leather ribbon).

So, I rode Shane to Wal*Mart all on my own, but I think trailing everybody in the family a distance behind so they could see how I was doing. I left Shane outside with them and went into Wal*Mart. I wandered around a little and couldn't find the bucking straps (this wasn't a very clear or important part, it wasn't a "wandering around, can't find x" dream) and eventually I found a salesperson who had an array of bucking straps in a variety of colors rolled up like belts. He was telling me about the properties of the different colors. He handed me a faded looking black one and said it was the best, and that dark black was the worst and white was better than dark black. I frowned and tried to dispute some contradictory point he'd made, like, if what he was talking about was due to pigment density, wasn't that white one the best, and not this grey one? I don't think he could answer to my satisfaction. Anyway I asked him to bring out a series of different colors and patterns--"Do you have this kind?" etc.--until finally I settled on a brown one. I said, oh good! I'll just pop out the front and test it against my horse's kit in the parking lot, and come back and buy it if it matches. But he was all, nooooo, you can't take merchandise out of the store like that. Here, chip off a tiny piece from this rivet connecting all the brown bucking straps together. And I was like, sure, and I did, and came out of the store in a stately fashion, aware of my clan all looking at me approvingly outside a ways off. I held up the crumb to Shane's saddle critically and at length judged that it matched well enough, so I went back inside, acquired the brown bucking strap, and then had a confused few moments of trying to figure out how it actually fit on the horse. I...don't think the configuration I eventually came up with was how it actually went.

Anyway, then I think we all rode home, or onwards anyway, and then we had a big party of which I was an important central figure and the last thing I remember is everyone arguing and bossing each other around goodnaturedly about who I was going to squeeze in between at that big table, which had been set up again somewhere Minecraft-forest-style close and dark, but with bright homey lanterns and stuff to keep the night back.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at my great grandmother's house. My great grandma (who IWL passed away about two years ago) was sitting in an armchair near her front door. My sister sat at a footstool near the chair. There were other family members in the house, as if we were having a gathering or party of some kind.

My great grandma was showing us photos from a big photo album she had. The photo album had black covers, and the pages were letter-size, clear plastic page sleeves, probably with a black "backing" set into each sleeve. Each page had one photograph, which was as big as a letter-size piece of paper.

The photos were from my great grandfather's time of service in the Air Force. Apparently he had fought in World War II. My great grandma and/or my sister told how my great grandpa would send these photos home in letters. The letters would be kind of cheerful, not hinting at any danger my great grandpa was experiencing.

My great grandma had put all these photos into a book and then had then captioned each one in the same kind of cheerful, breezy tone that my great grandpa had used in his letters.

My great grandma now laughed. She said that, looking back on these photo captions, she was shocked at how naive and silly they sounded, and how they trivialized the hard experiences my great grandpa had had in the war. We all laughed.

My sister took the book. She may have had the intention either of putting the book away or of showing us the pictures, but not reading any of the captions. I asked my sister, a little forcibly, if I could see the book. I wanted to read some of the captions aloud. After my great grandma's story, the captions seemed like the most interesting thing of all.

I sat down on a footstool on the other side of the room from my sister. I looked through the pages. Some photos had captions on their bottom edges, typed in. Others had captions written on the backs of the photos, scrawled out in big letters with some purplish pencil. Others had a combination of typing and handwriting.

I now started actually looking at the photos. I was stunned when I saw a photo of a jet fighter, like an F-4 or an F-16. The fighter was on the ground, and it was largely hidden from view by big vehicles like trucks, so I only saw the nose, cockpit, and two rectangular air intake valves on either side of the nose.

I looked at the back side of the photograph. It said F-15 and something like "Flurry or Fury" or "Fluffy or Fury." The word "Fury" was then repeated. This was all typed, centered, at the top of the page, as if by an official agency. There was a little bit more official text, followed by a lot of scrawled out writing from my great grandma.

I stuttered to my family, "This -- this -- must be one of the first uses of jet fighters in actual combat situations!"

My great grandma nodded in affirmation.

I then flipped through some more pages. One group of photos showed some kind of switchboard area. Women were working the switchboards. There was one photo with a woman with dark hair, in a 1940s style, curly, down to about her shoulders. The woman wore a uniform, but I don't remember if she wore a hat. She may have been wearing small, round eyeglasses.

I said, again in surprise, that this was one of the first groups of women to be used for something like strategic or technological operations.

Dream #2

I was walking into a really busy clothing store, coming in behind a big group of people. There were racks full of clothes as soon as we came in the doors. The people in front of me kind of filtered out to different areas of the store. A little girl in a cheerful-patterned, red and white dress followed the people.

I basically went to some set of clothes racks with panties on display. There were some other people there. Two were a couple, a young man and a young woman. They both looked kind of well-off. I was afraid they would think I was a pervert for being here. I also worried whether the parents of the little girl I'd seen would think I was a pervert.

Dream #3

A song. A guitar played a nice sounding, strumming melody with a solid, but relaxed rhythm. I took this to be the foreground music. Then another stringed instrument (???) Would come in occasionally and add a little riff that sounded a bit like that "Brazil" song from the movie... um... Brazil, by Terry Gilliam.

25-08-11 I am at a home office, belonging to my mum and I don't think my dad lives there any more. I really need to take a whiz.

I look in the cupboard to see if the bowl is there though I can't find it, I have a moment of thinking “why is it we don't have a toilet?”.

Ah well I might as well use the floor then, that is probably where it would go anyway. I start pissing on the floor. I have to pee, like a lot and it keeps coming.

While I am peeing I try running around finding some towels, kitchen towels and paper to soak it all up with. I manage to find quite a few of these, but.. I have to pee, like a lot and it keeps coming.

When I am done my sister walks into the kitchen and grabs something from the fridge, there is an open door between us and I am worried she will see what I have just done.

I talk to her about why she is up, she replies she has been asleep for about 8 hours (I worry if she is done sleeping) but also that she isn't done yet. She turns around and walk back, she has a massive smile on her face, and she looks like she has been exercising, as her face is all red.

I grab all the towels and put them under the desk (looks like the desk my dad made for me when I was living at home before moving to England). There is still a towel that I have put on a stack of papers and the A4 paper is now soaked as well. Besides this the urine is now starting to run down the side of this stack and into the printer, luckily it is an old printer not in use.

I wake up, check myself, experience a brief “phew, close one” moment and hit the john.
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I am in a counter strike setting, me and my team mates are waiting in a harbour office building or something similar for the gates to open. When hey do hell breaks loose and shots are exchanged.

Should think the setting is at the docks, late afternoon though I don't see much outside the office I do see containers though.

Skip.

I come to myself still in the building, the gate is closed (if the gate is still even there). I walk around and run into a rather large man (not fat, but rather NFL potential build), he is of the enemy team so I pull out a falchion (think it is the closest description, it is a sword that curves like a mother fucker).

He pulls out a small knife of about 3-4 inches maybe.

I pull another falchion and start swinging at him. He dodges, sort of, I mean it looks like he is standing still, but he sorta doesn't stand still either.

After a bit of this he grabs my arm, turns me around and disarm the sword of that hand. I am at that moment completely at his mercy. He grabs the sword I have dropped and swing it over my arm that he is holding.

He doesn't actually hit me with it, but the motions he is making are blurry (that fast), and would have wrecked my arm had he followed through on the silent threat.

He lets me go and I panic.

I run back through a door with a code lock. The door is open and then take a left to get back to the room I started in. I can see the door is open as the one I have just run through, but the man now runs out the door and blocks my escape.

He tells me that the windows in the building are unbreakable and that there is no way out for me.

I dash for the window straight in front of me, though I know the windows are unbreakable I can't give up without trying to get away.

I leap and jump towards the window, I pull up my feet in order to kick the glass out and I hit a sensation of what might as well be the concrete floor I just left.

I know my fate is sealed.

I wake up.
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I am in school, more specifically a selected course of the university (I am supposed to take one this semester). The room looks like the top room of Falck in Hornslet.

My teacher is Søren Pilmark and he is an ass.

First off I haven't read what I was supposed to, which doesn't really bother me as I have had no way of knowing what it was. The teacher doesn't seem to care and is talking harshly to us all.

A class mate asks if he will develop an application that will help with the learning. He tells him that he doesn't care much and that he would rather be with his family.

Skip.

I bitch and whine about this silly teacher of ours to someone. I also mention that it is “That actor dude..”
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I am at a race, not an ordinary race, but a race nonetheless. It happens in a cave and there are multiple finishing points. Yellow, blue, green, red etc.

The aim is simple, get to the finishing point as quickly as possible. There is a twist though.

For every goal there is a direct route of average challenge, this route is marked from the start so everyone knows about it.

The goal is decided by a faerie (I think). So there are a lot of people waiting at the starting area and awaiting the words of the fae.

“Green!” And people start rushing off to the green tunnel, except a rather smallish blonde girl (she has long blonde hair, and she heads for the yellow tunnel. I am hovering above her at this time looking at what she is doing.

She is ascending a steep narrow grassy hill and at one point she has to crawl down and use her arms to get upwards. At this part of the track there are houses and portals(?) on either side of the pathway.

She gets to the top and then falls back and let herself fall into the portal on the left hand side. I follow and we are pretty much right at the goal.

I think she goes in and wins it and none of the other competitors are anywhere near. I try and get an overlook of the tunnel system up, but the only thing I manage to figure out is that the original route is wicked long compared to what she just did.

There are multiple portals in this room and there are two guardians guarding the goal or something. One of them starts making it's way towards the girl.

It looks like predator, though it has something on the back of its skull, missing all the “tentacle hair” always associated with them. Besides this its head is much smaller and it doesn't seem to posses quite as threatening physique. It is wearing a white robe or similar.

I jump up to it, I get the feeling that I could take it if it came to a fight, but I try cunning instead. I have for the past couple of moments looked at my experience sheet, and I am positive it says I have “38900” (or close thereto) out of the same number, or in other words I am at the exact level up point only need a bit more.

I ask the guardian if I can quickly show my sister my experience sheet before they continue fighting. Unexpectedly the guardian agrees and waits. I say, “Hey look at my experience!” and then I see that I am actually 1000 short “Ahhh”, I tell the guardian, “I thought I was actually at the level up number”.

Then I ask him if there is a place we can go and kill some monsters so I can get the last bit I need. He agrees and escorts me into a toilet and explains where the different monsters hang out.

I think to myself I could just kill this one, but he is actually rather helpful and likable, plus it would just be lame to sucker punch him when he is only trying to help.
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Speaking to someone if they are bound in the same way to words as the Sidhe.
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Something about 50 cent or U-turn in a golf cart not being happy with my admission to the school, might not have been a legal arrangement.

So you know how I like that one guy right? The guy I refer to as "C"..but I will call him K-Love now (that's his nickname that some people call him) Well we've become pretty good friends and yeah. :3 This is a dream I had that was mostly about him...except this first part.

I was on a plane i belive with my friend Kaitlynne. I was terrified because they said we were about to crash. Something in the Plane's computers had gone wrong and there was no way they could stop it. And as our speed picked up, we realized that we were not going to survive unless we left the plane, with parachutes. Kaitlynne and I put on ours and we go to see our youth pastor. He tells us that God will protect us, unless it is our time to go. But even if we die, we will be in heaven and everything will be okay. He tells us to pray for courage and strength... I don't actually remember jumping off the plane with my friend.
(time skip)
I am at a party. There is a pool. My friend and I swim around in it for a while, but don't seem to get wet at all. When I got out, I heard K-Love somewhere. I went to find him. I found him with one of his friends and they were doing somthing...I don't remember what it was. I think it had something to do with music or drumming. Then I go into the church and he is there now, too, but I don't notice. He comes up behind me and pokes my shoulder and then messes up my hair with one hand. I turn around and he just smiles at me. Then, a few seconds later, this kid wants him to play Wii with him. K-Love says that he would later.
(time skip)
I am outside with my friend Sarah from church. We see K-Love and his friend drumming. I grin at him and watch him. We make eye contact a few times, smiling at each other every time.
(time skip)
I am in a large cafeteria-like room. We are eating. The thing is, the plates are just large chips. There are no good ones left, only fragments. I sigh and pick up the biggest shard I can find. A lady comes up and says "There you go, that's a good one." Then I give her this 'are you stupid?' look. Then I wake up.

So yeah I kinda liked this dream. Other than the fear of death I had during the airplane part. Recently I've been talking to K-Love more and more. The two of us have a great number of things in common. We even love the same parts in a certain movie from a certain trilogy. We are both musical and we love horses greatly. We even like the same breed of horse...Quarter Horse. I really like this guy and I hope he likes me back. I've caught him looking at me before. It was cute.

I'm at home, in my room. Solimar arrived. Told him he never contacted me, and that he hasn't replied to my question. He act like he didn't hear a thing. I told him I'll get back my stuff. Mom told me to come home tonight. I was not thinking of going anywhere, but then the thought came to me of going to San Carlos to get my stuff.

Then I was with Rexi. It's still in our town. He was about to leave and ride a car with someone. Told him the best way to introduce people to the business is to bring them to the functions to see the bigger picture, like what it was like with him. He agreed.

I was in a supermarket. The set up is strange. There are supermarket goods outside of the supermarket. It's also a very unfamiliar supermarket. Almost went lucid, but I rationalized it away.

I am walking around at my job. I work security at a distribution center, so it is just a big warehouse. I realize I am dreaming and try plugging my nose and poking my hand. I can see my finger go through to the other side of my hand. I try to leave by walking though a door, but it is just an office. I am lucid, but I am not thinking the clearest and don't know what to do, so I just try to fly/jump high a couple times without much success. Then there are two lions that walk toward me. I go up some stairs and they follow me. I try to kick them and I am suddenly at my Mom's house, and I am no longer lucid. She comes home and I go downstairs where my sister and a friend of hers are sitting in recliners. My sister says something about it taking me a long time to get there. I go back upstairs and my mom hands me a drink with about twenty straws in it.


I need to remember to take a minute to stabilize the dream and become fully lucid. There have been a few dream where I have become lucid, but I don't think clearly enough to really do anything and just end up walking around trying to think of something to do.

Sorry, want to get the dj achievement. Not to mention I don't feel like sharing my dreams publicly unless I feel that I want to.

That or 3 for sure huh?

It was night time. I was at somebody's house. I didn't know them. They were crying and mourning.

They were outside and I was there trying to comfort them.

I looked up to the moon. It fizzled, turned blood pink, and little beads of pink light arose from the center and aligned themselves in a circle around the moon.

I looked online, when I woke up, to see if I could identify that symbol anywhere but I didn't have much luck. I saw a picture of it on one of the charts, but there wasn't any explanation of it.

I was surprised to see such a symbol in the sky. In the dream I knew that it was giving me guidance towards something, that I had a greater purpose in this dream.

I was going back inside the house when I noticed that the moon had gotten exponentially closer to the Earth. The Moon now filled up the greater majority of the sky. I had never seen such a majestic view of it. I could see every crater in ridiculous vividness.

I decided to just sit there and stay awhile.