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7 Sep 2011

I repeatedly attempted DEILD tonight but found that I kept waking up in uncomfortable positions and had to move before I could get to sleep. I think that perhaps I was a little impatient. Anyway, the last dream which I can remember was this. I was walking East along the North side of Sydney Harbour, West of the Sydney Harbour Bridge only for most of the walk it was a narrow river, not the large harbour which I know it to be. The population density was also much lower than it should have been. It was more like Kirribilli (East of the Bridge) than McMahon's Point (West of the Bridge). The entire geography was in fact screwed up. The Botanical Gardens were also on the North side of the Bridge, right at the mouth of the Harbour Tunnel. Their actual location is the South side, above the Domain, right near the other end of the Tunnel. Anyway, I was walking East to the botanic gardens which bore a striking similarity to Kirribilli House and also a whole lot of similar locations in previous dreams. I was with my father and he was telling me a bit of history. Since it was only a small river, there were a number of bridges along the length of our walk. We repeatedly crossed the river all the way so that there would be more variety in the scenery but both sides were very similar. Anyway, he was telling me that there was a time not so long ago that none of the bridges existed, not even the Harbour Bridge, and that the only way to cross in an emergency was to run all the way to the Tunnel and cross through it. Suddenly my brother was there and he made us usual comments in relation to anything historical; he said that this was stupid and no body could have or should have had to live like that. He then went on to ask what music was played in the tunnel. His first though was "Can't Touch This" by MC Hammer but dad said that it was "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen. Both of these were incredibly lame puns at the time though I can not make sense of them now. The other thing was that the tunnel was being completely rebuilt. The had finished most of this but still had to paint it.

4 Sep 2011

We were staying at an open motel I think and there was a problem with the railway line. A man was showing us how to make railway rails out of copper barbed wire and small copper nails. He talked of a time when a close relative of mine was working at the factory which supplied these rails and of how this relative was a perfectionist. He would use more nails than anyone else as he used them a spacers to make sure that the spacing in the rail was even. His rails always lasted longer than anybody else's. We made a few short segments of rail with no clear intention but then went and used them on our Gemini Catamaran as a launching device. One short rail was attached to the stern of each hull and a rope was tied around it. Somehow this mechanism was to allow us to release the rope from on board. On the day of testing, M.S. was on the shore watching us with no idea what it was that we were doing. The mechanism did not work in theory and the same went for in practice. We had to cut the ropes in the end and nearly capsized in the process. As we finally got away, M.S. called out "Where to now?" I yelled "Home," but she did not hear me and a asked again repeatedly so I sent her a text message politely telling her that we were heading home and that she would find it difficult to join us there. Then there was intrusion from the waking world, I heard someone ask whether I was awake yet and woke myself up as the dream was quite boring and I was in a hurry. I might also mention that the rails produced bore more resemblance to zippers than to railway rails in the waking world. Oh and the Nerf Gun, there was reference to a Nerf Gun.

21 Aug 2011

Lots of navigational issues, Dad and I went sailing out to sea and tried to navigate to various points. We encountered islands and other vessels in different situations. It was kind of like 'The Voyage of the Dawn Treader". One vessel which we couldn't seem to get away from was a large sinking yacht. We were worried that the resultant undertow would drag us down. That is all, I am too tired to remember more and am surprised to have remembered this much in coherent detail.

20 Aug 2011

We were having a party somewhere but I was not there. Many others were in and around the same place as me. I was hanging around Pokolbin Street, Broadmeadow to redirect people to the new venue. For some reason KnowingNoMore ran past and would not stop for our attentions. Some other random and I chased him up towards the school and across the road, he yelled something about a family tragedy, then back down the other side but I needed to go to the toilette so I ran into the house where I thought KnowingNoMore lived and some rich, late 50s woman allowed me in. I went in to the bathroom, only to discover that her husband was showering in there. The wife also returned and they were showering together. They complained about my behaviour and threatened to kick me out if I refused to give them sex therapy. This was a horrible situation for me but I had no choice unless I wanted to wet myself. They both got off while I was there, I will say no more on the subject as it is not nice to recall but I do remember that the couple were in fact in two places at once. They were in the shower and also at a cocktail party where they had certain problems with their hygiene. Some time later, my family and I were going on a long trip. On one particular leg, we had to climb high into some mountains and then back down the other side. The descent was the hard part. We had been traveling for a very long time and were relieved to be nearly at the end of our leg. The descent was steep and twisted sharply above cliff edges. On top of this difficulty, we had a bottle which had to be carried with us, safely to the base. It was usually kicked down the path as we needed both hands each to balance. On the second last hairpin, we nearly fell. They had been getting progressively worse. The last one was too tight for my dribbling abilities so I picked up the bottle and threw it to a safe location on the path below. On traversing this last bend at the peril of our lives, we came out on a long flattening area leading up to the carpark of some council flats. Having taken this in, I realised that the bottle was now running away so quite naturally I sprinted after it. I jumped onto and over several cars in a line and eventually caught the bottle. At this point I noted that I had almost cleared an entire car in one jump and attempted the like again with about as much success as a snake. But heads up, I had crushed in the roofs and bonnets of many cars and many alarms were going off. We thought that they would be ignored but no such luck. The council flat occupants were all coming out to see what the noise was. We had to run and blend in. Someone, possibly a member of my family tried repeatedly to enter the flats' building but was foiled at the last minute every time. Was entry here our goal? I walked around the face of the building, looking for an alley way through to the grounds at the back. I had a previous memory if there being one or two such alleys but they were nowhere to be found. The grounds at the rear (or possibly it was the front since we were standing in the carpark if you recall) were fenced off all the way around and could only be accessed internally by the building. Clearly there was some reason to keep people out. Some time later again, I found myself in a joke magic shop, not an ordinary joke magic shop but one of those joke magic shops that uses real magic for its jokes. It was similar to the shop operated by Fred and George in Diagon Alley in the popular fantasy series "Harry Potter". I was demonstrating various products for the customers and they kept feeding me polyjuice potion to see what I would turn into. I turned into all manner of things from lions to mice to famous people to discoloured china and I was getting rather sick of it. And do you know what I said when I was getting rather sick of it? I said, "I'm getting rather sick of this. Don't you think that that's enough?" They were quite surprised that anyone could get sick of polyjuice potion but the interesting thing is that though most people don't know since they've never tried polyjuice potion (it's quite expensive), it actually makes one feel quite literally sick. Whether they force fed me another tea spoon or not, I am sure that I do not know since I woke up.

17 Aug 2011

R.T. had a girlfriend! They were having a joint birthday party with C.D. at school. A frisbee party. C.D.'s girl friend couldn't attend because she is not at our school so it was just the two birthday boys and one of their girlfriends. We were all really excited despite the mundainaty of the concept. The dream ended with a conversation with R.T. about his girlfriend (who was specifically not Emma Watson).

15 Aug 2011

I do not remember much but the recurring theme of buses was present again and I complained about the quality of ALDI toilette paper which we had actually bought a lot of recently in the waking world.

I was sat on a ride with a friends, the ride was really high up in the air, we then got dropped down and pivoted so we flew past the ground and then back up onto the platform.

I got off and said "im going to have one more go" i jumped on and landed on a sort of bar, the ride dropped and i realised i wasn't seated rather holding onto this bar, the sheer drop of and feeling of vertigo was rushing through me and i felt my whole body tense as i gripped the bar with everything i had, the ride came back up and i jumped back onto the platform and said to my friends "well thats enough of that for one day"

Monday, September 8
Sunday, September 9

Both nights I woke up in the night and recalled my dreams. I thought of writing them down, but then decided that my recall was clear enough at that moment that I could remember them in the morning and write them down then. No recall either time. I may have to start jotting down key words on a scrap piece of paper.

Monday night I have slight recall - there is an impression of multiple people moving around, and we are all within a large building.

Shoes. Stores full of shoes. I wanted to buy one. I found one, and then a store keeper found me one. I asked if it's okay for me to just carry it while I look around for other designs, so that I can compare. It seems it was okay with him.

I ended up in some other shoe store that also sells clothes, but when I didn't find what I want, I went back to the previous store. Only, it looked a lot better than before. I looked at the prices, and I saw one I like, but it costs Php 800-plus. My budget for the shoes was only 300-plus. I took the one that the guy gave me before, and told him I'll buy it instead. It costs around 167, or something. But I didn't realize that's only for one shoe. For two shoes, I had to multiply the price by two. I checked my budget to make sure I still have money. They already put it on the counter and even already wrote a receipt for it. One clerk just paid for the cash I lack, since I gave the impression that I still have to withdraw money (I didn't say it, but I thought it). Fortunately, I found a total of 500 in my wallet. Then I realized, and asked if they also accept the Smart Money debit card. They said they do. Well, too late for that.

i was in my room and i closed my eyes. next thing i knew i was standing on a wooden floor that was a deep brown. there was a white table to my front left and stairs on my right. the stairs went up about 11 steps then a balcony,then more steps. i walked up and down a small hallway but all the doors were shut. i didnt wana be rude and just walk in so i decided id go back down. i walked by the balcony when a woman said "hey! who are you." i said "im sorry i was just looking" she said "wered you come from and how'd you get here" i replied with a shrug and an i dont know then she invited me to join her feast. she now had food on the table and said her name was hannah. she wore a red purple dress with large shoulder padding with a bonnet on her head still exposing red brown wisps of long curly hair on the sides of her face. i helped her move the table to the eating area were there were booths and small disconnected brown tables. i saw a bigger man and a skinnier one sharing a plate and table. i felt akward as they ate and laughed for i had my own plate with little food for there was only one plate of feast food. the bigger man had a dark brownish black curly beard and stache combo. i ate a sweet potato and hannah said "time to go back." i closed my eyes and gasped as me and my body reunited.

So I don't remember much about these dreams besides the notes I jotted down this morning, but I'll try to flesh them out with as many details as I can remember.

In my first dream I was in a library of sorts, sitting at a long desk with lots of other people my age, with another long desk across from us. I left to talk to some people, and I was trying to get something figured out I think, and I figured it out and got back to the library before it closed, but the desks had already been folded away, and the guy told me they'd already packed up. Whatever that means. So I walked home with three of my old friends, A, S, and E. A and S tried to hide from me, but E wouldn't go along with it and A got mad at her.

In my second dream I was in relationships with two guys at once, some lean guy (that's all I remember about him, was that he was lean) who was my only boyfriend at first, and CSG who I started dating after and who I was so much more attracted to and interested in. (It wasn't REALLY CSG though, it was just kind of like him. In my dream it was obvious it was him, but he had no plugs or glasses, and he wore his hair up in a big tribal hair scarf thing.) CSG was an amazing boyfriend, and most of the dream was just stuff with him, although I only remember one part where we were cuddling. He really really liked me, and was upset that I was dating someone else at the same time. I went on trial for having two boyfriends, but I don't remember the result of that. After that I was in some sort of lingerie store with S, and Paris Hilton was there. I went on to have some sort of weird dream about Paris Hilton and her sister. The main feeling left from the dream was a longing for the fake CSG DC. I think I started to get lucid at the end of it, but then I woke up.

9-6-11

I don't remember what the setting was, but I was talking to two middle-aged guys. I'm pretty sure I had been talking to more people on the same subject before, but I don't remember any of that.
We were talking about special doors that open into different worlds. The previous people had seen the doors, and seen the doors while they were open, and seen through the doors. The two last guys were different. The second guy, a rough-looking man in the lower 30s, said he had gone through the doors. Right then I could see in my mind's eye the door and the other world beyond. It wasn't as much of a world as it was like subspace: Swirling colors and little tangible land.
What really got me going was what the first person said: He said that he was able to open the doors. I understood that he meant he could open them when others couldn't, or when they were locked, and this got me really excited. And a little scared.
And I awoke.

The crazy thing about it was that the doors seemed so amazing because the dream was set in this world, as it is, with NO fantasy elements whatsoever.
And then there are these doors...

8-27-11
Blah recall.

Dream:
I found my bike pump.
Waking reality: My bike pump is still missing, and my rear tire is still flat.

8-18-11

D2 or D3, not sure.

I don't remember how this one started. I think I had been at some sort of camp. Or maybe a park.
In either case, a bunch of guys from my high school and I were at this giant, metal playplace. Giant as in 80 feet tall and 30 feet on a side, if not more. All of us had instruments except me, who sang as everyone else played a Petra song. (It was either "Sight Unseen", "Hey World", or "Dead Re coning". I'm pretty sure it was "Dead Reckoning".
I remember clearly a certain instrument that my friend Sabin was carrying. He had a bass guitar with two necks, but they came out of the body of the guitar at a 90-degree angle from each other. The second-to-lowest string post (or whatever you call where the string holds on to the body) had two strings coming out, one for each neck, and the rest of the strings had their own grounding to the body for each neck.
I remember that we had previously done a different Petra song on a different giant metal playplace of sorts, but I have no distinct recollection of that. Before THAT, we had been at some sort of camp house nearby.

A really cool thing I remember doing in my dream happened when we were all at the top of the structure. I wanted to beat the rest of the 'band' back down to ground level, so I test-jumped off the top level (again, where we were), landed, looked back, rewinded the dream so that I was back on top with the 'band', and told the other guys that I would beat them if we raced back down. Then I jumped again.

Somehow, they almost beat me back down anyways, and I'm pretty sure Chris had a tuba. Or a Sousaphone. And Jordan had a drumset. (I have no clue how.)

I might add that, while I do sing like nobody's business, Sabin doesn't play bass, Jordan doesn't play drums, and Chris most certainly does NOT play tuba.

I don't even remember when the dream ended.

I am at this place similar to somewhere in the Sierra mountains, and I decide to go off on an adventure. I then decide to go the long way around and climb this mountain. As I am scaling down it, I see all of these small scale cul-de-sacs that are in the midst of a disaster. As I go further down, they get larger scale, and I see this one figure that looks like Bart but with long spiky black hair. I am now in a gift shop, and when I look out the window, I see Christina. She sees me as well, and runs and and hugs me. I see Dad as well, he comes in and says something to me. Now, the DC's disappear, and an older middle - aged man comes into the shop. He asks me if it's OK, and I say yes (There is a lot more dialogue).

I feel an unpleasant sensation in my man melons, and feel a moving sensation. During this, I can't see, but I feel a feminine presence over me. Now, I am aboard a flying ship, in a room with the old man. I want to know if I can ask him a few questions; he isn't sure because he should be in NY by now. I ask him if he is an "alien", he says yes. He then tells me the word for when one truly reveals themselves to you, whether your a robot, alien, or whatever, no disguises. He tells me this word. It starts with auto, and I ask again what the word was. I repeat it to myself as to remember what it was, but when I awoke, it was almost as if it vanished. He then showed me these pictures of little children on what looks like a curved piece of white leather. He then tells me that "It's best to come in when they are young!" I tell him that I have 1, maybe 2 more questions. I want to know when we will be able to talk through info packets of thought, and he says when we raise our vibrational frequencies, then I ask when that will be, and she simply says "Soon." I wake up.
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I am at my North Grandparent's house, and Jackie some chick from school is sprawled out on the couch. She tells me to make a portal here, here, and here. I do it, then jump into a portal in between the chair and the couch.