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was on my bike chasing my friend all around my neighbourhood. And soon i lost him. So i began to casually bike ride back to my street (which looked much more dark and sad and meek. The houses were much closer together and there were shadows everywhere, but there were tons of children playing outside.

Soon i got off my bike and then my friend came around the corner. He picked up a hose and sprayed me with freezing cold water, then went on his bike and rode off. I went on my bike and i picked up the hose and sparyed him a lot too. But he kept going. I chased him some more around my street and out my street On more streets.

Uhm.... the end...

First 4 hour sleep I think I dreamt.

Second, nope.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in my neighborhood on a cool, sunny day. I saw a blossoming tree, probably a young cherry tree, on the block caddy-corner from me. I saw it as if I were up the street frfom my corner (kind of to the north), while the tree was off from its corner as well (to the east).

Somehow I knew the world was going to end. I started either seeing or sensing check-mark boxes, like check-fields on a computer screen. As certain "symptoms" of doomsday were being listed, the check-mark boxes would turn green, as if to say this had already happened. Everything stated was being checked.

Dream #2

There was a man, possibly wearing a white suit, standing in a dark room. He was lit by a shaft of light which had little, stick-like patterns of black scattered throughout it. On either side of the man another light scheme played. This one was mostly black, with little, stick-like patterns of white scattered through it. The white lines may have been straighter and more ordered than the black lines. They may also have been totally vertical. These lights may also have flickered or strobed on and off, possibly to music, and possibly as the man danced.

Dream #3

I was in some really big hotel "in Brooklyn." The hotel almost seemed to be in ruins, just a shell of an old, magnificent hotel. But there were a lot of people in there, and it seemed like they were guests. But the windows and doors all seemed to be hollowed out, the floor was just concrete, and the walls were just some kind of golden brick.

I heard or felt an earthquake (or just heard that there was an earthquake?). I went outside to see if I could feel it.

I stood out on some huge bridge, which may have been the Brooklyn Bridge. The bridge was made of tan-gold bricks. A deep, blue sky arched over it. The bridge began to heave up and down in sine-wave movements.

I now stood out on what may have been a deck for the big hotel. It was just a big, concrete area looking out over a big river (the East River?) and shaded by the height of the building. There were a bunch of people outside with me. We were all relaxed. It was like we were having a party.

Suddenly there was a feeling of dizziness and swaying. People started saying, "Whoa... whoa..." as if they were trying to get their balance. I looked down. The concrete now looked like the walkway for the Manhattan Bridge. But it was swaying and bulging. I knew this was an earthquake, but I didn't want to believe it was. It seemed like an earthquake would be really inconvenient at this moment.

It was now like I stood on a floor high up in the building. I was with a few other people. The building began swaying. It swayed so much I thought it was going to fall right over. It seemed really flexible, really elastic. It swayed down at one point so I saw some scene of concrete and rusty metal as if from a bird's eye view.

The room I was in then seemed to be "shaken loose" from the building. The room, possibly a whole floor, was drifting down to some area that also looked like ruined tangles of iron and conrete. But I kept thinking there was a chance that the room would manage to float all the way over the the Manhattan Bridge. I really wanted to be on a bridge while the earthquake was happening.

Dream #4

I was in a living room with two women. The feeling of the living room was very strange. It was almost like it was inside a house in the suburbs, but that the house was somehow on stilts or up a very high staircase.

The living room seemed pretty big. It was kind of dim, as if only one pale light was on in the room. The walls may have had some kind of pale sea-green color. The two women sat at a table. The table was covered with plush toys like stuffed animals. The two women sat next to each other on a long side of the table, which was just wide enough for them both. I knelt before the table, kind of low, so that I was barely poking my head above the table top.

I had gotten a gift for the woman on my right. This woman had a very boyish look and short hair. But she was still very pretty. I don't know what the gift was. Maybe it had been another plush toy.

The other girl laughed that I had gotten a gift for the first girl. Without her saying anything, I could tell why the second girl was laughing. Both the girls were lesbians, though they weren't lovers with each other.

The second girl, who was maybe in her late teens or early twenties, prettyish, with pale skin and long, brown hair, didn't think I knew the two girls were lesbians. She loved seeing boys express their love either for her or the first girl, and then somehow making it known that they were both gay, and making the boy feel stupid.

I was kind of annoyed by the second girl's intentions, even though I knew them ahead of time. I hadn't gotten the first girl a gift because I loved her. We had apparently worked together, and she had been a really good co-worker. So I wanted to give her a gift to show her my appreciation.

The first girl stood up and walked away. Some other things may have happened. We may all have been milling around the house for a bit. There were now a few other people in the house.

I had walked to the other end of the living room. I now turned around and walked back. There were two or three folding tables arranged in an "L" shape and cluttered over with stuff like quilts. A black or Latina woman, maybe in her late thirties, sat behind the table making the base of the "L."

I approached the woman to ask her if there was anything I could do for her. The woman was talking as if she were just finishing up talking to a group of students, for whom she was trying to coordinate some activity. But there didn't seem to be any students around.

The woman may then have spent some time explaining to me how serious she was about her work. The woman had a slightly brash, no-nonsense voice. But I could tell she really cared about people, including me -- for some reason!

The woman told me, "Yeah, go up in there and clean up the mess on the floor. But if you don't want to, you don't have to."

So I went "up there," which was a room at the other end of the living room, through a set of swinging doors. A little, black boy followed me into the room. It was a long, kind of narrow room. It may have looked a little like a dining room, with a few long dining tables in it. But it also had a lot of bookshelves along the walls (as well as really nice, big, tall windows shaded by sheer, white curtains). And there seemed to be toys on the floor.

At first I thought the job of cleaning up the floors was going to be easy -- too easy. I'd wanted a job that would make me feel like I'd really "helped the kids" (???), but this job would be over in just a few moments. The little, black boy had skip-run to the end of the rfoom and was now skip-dancing around.

I looked at the floor more closely. There was actually a lot of stuff like dough on the floor. Some of it may actually have been smashed into the maroon-colored carpet. I was relieved. This looked like a decent job. But I was uncertain whether I could actually get such sticky stuff as dough all the way out of this carpet.

The organizer woman then told me (as if I stood in front of her again) that I didn't need to clean the floor if it was going to be too big a job. She actually told me that I simply should not clean up the floor if the job looked like it was going to require a lot of effort, as this would simply be overkill.

I may have half-heartedly told the woman, "But I want to clean the floor." I wanted to do something useful.

Dream #5

I was in a living room. I stood before a couch. My friend EI, who tends bar at places where I do karaoke, sat on the left (my left) side of the couch. A man who I didn't quite see sat on the right side. The couch, as well as the living room, seemed to be cluttered with stuff like blankets and plush toys.

It felt like there was a party going on here, although I couldn't see anybody else in the room. The room also seemed quiet. The light in the room was pale, as if lit by a strong, cold incandescdent (or LED?) bulb.

The man may have been of medium height, pale white, with a slight beard and messy, short, brown hair. He may have been wearing a really baggy, dark sweater and dark pants. He may possibly have given the impression that he didn't want to talk to me.

EI and I started talking. We were soon quite aroused by each other. I told EI that I really shouldn't do anything. My friend H was in the next room, studying. H and I were pretty much together. So if H saw EI and I making out, she'd be really upset.

But even as I was saying this, I was starting to embrace EI. EI was wearing something like a dancer's outfit. It was hot pink, spandex-like material, in two pieces. The top was like a very short cut shirt, almost like a bra with short sleeves. The skirt was also very short, like an ice skater's skirt and bottom.

I embraced EI and began kissing her belly, then kissing up her chest and neck. All this time I was telling her that we really shouldn't do this. EI looked really happy with what I was doing to her.

EI was so tiny (she's pretty tiny IWL, but she was even tinier!). I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her short skirt was turning me on so much. I moved my head down so I could put my face on her crotch.

But for some reason, EI was now straddling me on the couch. Suddenly, H opened a door to the right (my right) of the couch. She poked her head out and called my name, a little matter-of-factly. I tried to say that I was telling EI we shouldn't do this.

I walked into the bedroom from which H had popped out her head. I was now laying on the bed with H. H was reading from some sort of textbook. She wore a pale brown t-shirt. The bed was just a mattress on the floor. The mattress and everything else in the room seemed really cluttered.

I had explained to H that I hadn't meant to get that involved with EI. H seemed to be okay with everything I was saying. I started kissing H softly. But she kind of pushed me off, saying she needed to study.

I walked out of H's room through a door on the wall to the left of the wall with the door through which I had entered.

I was now in a long, dim, narrow room. The room was lit with warm, dim, red and yellow light -- almost like a dim, incandescent light offset by red holiday lights. I sat in some strange, narrow space with two women. The space was like a wooden bench, a barrier made of thin, twisty, black-iron bars, and some long, thin, wooden chest of drawers. But I'm not sure how it was all arranged.

The space seemed to be set at the edge of a living room, to face a ledge down to a little, red-stone-tiled entrance area for the house. Behind us, the living room may have had one dim area with a dining table, behind which was a more normally-lit area, which was larger and possibly more like a living room.

One of the women was very boyish-looking. She was blonde, with shaggy hair. She wore a baggy, green, flannel shirt and blue jeans. She looked a little like the blonde son on the TV show Home Improvement. But her face had a sharper, more delicate look, and her faced, though tan, had an almost Spenserian combination of ivory skin and rosy cheeks. That alone made her strikingly attractive to me.

The other woman was a pretty, young woman, possibly with pale skin and black hair. The first woman and I had found the second woman on the road somewhere. We brought her here to this place.

The second woman started telling us the story of her life, and how she'd ended up on the street. The story was really sad. But the woman was so adorable that, even as she recounted her tribulations, she was really turning me on. She was also arousing the first woman.

The first woman and I walked away from the second woman. We were now in another room, which was a double room. The first part of the room was lit with soft, incandescent light and had a big chest of drawers at its center. The second part of the room had no light of its own. It had a round dining table.

The first woman and I first stood by the big chest of drawers. I thought the woman was going to tell me how she was so attracted to the second woman. I figured I'd have to leave this place while the first woman seduced the second woman.

But the woman instead told me that she'd been really impressed by the concern that I'd shown the second woman. She'd also thought it was cute that I'd been turned on by the second woman.

The first woman and I were now sitting at the table. The woman said, "So I've decided. I'm just going to do it. Right now. Three, two, one."

The woman suddenly kissed me. She kissed me quickly, backed her head away, then kissed me again. She backed away and seemed about to kiss me again. But I stopped her. I said I couldn't do this.

H popped her head out from another door and called for me. I didn't go to H this time. But her entrance into the scene did get me to stop kissing the woman.

Later I was in the first part of the room. There were a few other people there, like for a party. The chest of drawers had been set up as a buffet, with a lot of different dishes of food.

I walked over to the back side of the buffet to get some food. As I did, the first and second woman were walking away. Their backs were turned to me, and they hadn't seen me.

I noticed that both the women had extremely huge rear ends. I knew time had passed since I had last seen them. I figured they must both have gotten really overweight in the time that had passed. I thought I had been pretty lucky not to have gotten involved with them.

But I wondered if they hadn't been so terribly overweight when I'd first met them. I thought maybe they had been deceptively thin on their upper bodies, so that I'd just assumed they were thin overall. I also thought that maybe they'd disguised their being overweight with baggy clothes.

(I try not to think so shallowly in waking life. I also try not to judge anybody based on their appearance.)

So in this dream, for some reason, I was a shinigami. I know it had some kind of lead-in, but the first thing I can remember is standing on a street corner out in the open, having just come out from an enclosed space like an alley in an open-air shopping center. They're big wide streets, like in California. I'm standing with a war group of shinigami. I think I'm in plainclothes, and so are some of the others, but not, like, Ikkaku. We've been talking, and as we stand there waiting for everyone to catch up (I think we just came from some sort of hideout or temporary meeting place) we're having a short conversation. I have no idea what we're talking about now but I remark to Renji like I'm making a point that his hakama aren't red, and then he stares at me blankly and makes fun of my pronunciation. Then everybody quiets down and we get ready to move forward.

I'm wearing a sword at my side. It's....at my right side, which is the wrong side, in retrospect, since I am right-handed. It's high on my right side at my natural waist, like they carry them when they're in uniform. It's tilting too far forward like to slide out, so Renji reaches out with a frown and fixes it for me. Nobody seems perturbed that I suck or am new. My sword keeps wanting to slide out; I fiddle with it. It moves in the scabbard silently with a heavy, well-oiled motion. I have a vague gun-range worry that I shouldn't be playing with it or letting it slip out even an inch like it keeps doing, but I notice everybody else keeps doing it too, and decide letting it show a little must help focus everybody's evil-sensing abilities. I do it again on purpose and this great ear-ringing silence falls for a moment, like a massive explosion or heartbeat or the space in between Inception Noises. We're all running now, stringing out. What I've just sensed worries me, especially as a moment afterward I feel it again without the aid of my sword as if I am now attuned (it's very unsettling).

I drop back briefly to try to remember Ikkaku's name so I can nervously remark something to him about what I've noticed, and he answers me shortly but not impolitely. Scratch that, without heat, since he's always impolite. After I get confirmation that what I sense is real, I start getting, you know, super worried, so I try really hard to move to the front to catch up with Rukia, since she's a total badass and I feel like I'd be the safest in her vicinity. I can still see the back of her round head and her narrow shoulders really clearly as I ran after her.

The attack hits us from the side, the right flank. This part is hazy and I've forgotten it now, because I woke up with this dream in like the middle of the night, but was too tired to get up and write it down. Essentially, we lose one by one to this huge rotund eggplant-suited Hollow thing. In retrospect it was dressed kind of like a clown but that wasn't, like, the point of the thing, I mean that was just it's character design, and in aspect it wasn't actually particularly frightening. It was just canny, and in the end stronger than us. I think it immobilized me early on, and then the others, and then it came around taking our left eyes out and casting a really dread spell on us to make us its nasty minions. There was something about seeds here, like maybe it planted a seed where the eye used to be, but I just remember hearing everyone cursing and screaming at it (lol maybe I was next to Ikkaku?) and then it was my turn. Since I was myself in this dream and super out of my depth, my character was basically an enormous coward, and only a little tricky, but as I looked at this horrible creature and its horrible hand descending to take out my eye, I guess I remembered that the key to breaking spells is, like, always love, so I was all, very seriously, like, crying and knowing I was gonna die and shit, "I love you" trying to fill up with the feeling of "love" so that maybe bits of me would survive whatever was going to happen. And then LOL it took out my eye, with its FINGERS, which was freaky but hurt in a different, deeper way than you'd expect.

And then later, as it was gathering us all up and we were vacant-eyed and brainwashed, it told me in its high cruel satisfied voice that what had been in my heart wasn't love, but hope--not on the same level as love, I guess--and I mulled this over for a while. Apparently I was useful in a kind of scullerymaid capacity since at this point we were in his leafy secret base in a big kind of dark refectory looking area, and me and a bunch of clones he'd made of me were all bustling around getting things done while he brooded over everybody big and useful he'd captured. He'd also captured Ichigo, which was probably why, after a bit of me wandering around this area and being part of the busy vapid camaraderie of me and all my clones tending to the others, that Rukia eventually came in to stage a big rescue of all of us I think. It was trailing off at that point, or I'd woken up a little and gone back to sleep, because I've lost most of this part, but my character, being somewhat weak and craven, definitely followed where the wind blew, and was fixing to stay with the Hollow since, as he planned to rule the shadows of...not sure what plane we were on anymore, he was going to have to destroy Aizen, too, (remember when he was an awesome bad guy and had all those dastardly plots instead of just being "THE STRONGEST, no wait ichigo is the strongest LOL"?) and considering how easily he'd wiped out all my shinigami bros I and all my clones were kind of running around hiding as the rescue went down and the other shinigami were snapped out of it one by one trying to work out how we'd stay with the Hollow. I'd like to think that this was because of being the Hollow's thrall or whatever, since, seriously, me. Not a cool life decision.

tl;dr it was really awesome walking around like a badass with a sword and a bunch of bros in the beginning. All this recall is really helping the clarity of my dreams, I could definitely feel the smoothness of the scabbard and the weight behind the hilt and everything, it ruled. Also that wasn't anything how I thought magical-sensing powers would feel, which made it even better, it was like hearing in another color you've never seen before.

I am at my old house on Burford road with joe and josh. Joe has made us chicken & bacon gratin and mixed up some alcohol. We are saving some of the food for someone, though i dont know who it will be. We eat the food and have a few drinks, i ask joe if he would like some more, he says yes, i decide i would like more too, so i go back to the kitched to heat more up.
I also pour some more drinks. There is a knock on the foor & my ex, soph come in with her parents, steve & julia. steve keeps offering me more alcohol and im getting really drunk. Somebody says something about julia and i reply "see? thats why i have always loved this woman!" we all laugh and soph mumbles something about me fancying her.

There is another knock on the door and Chubbs, si and callum turn up, which annoys me for some reason. We go out to some shopping centre and are walking around drinking, during this time soph tells me she wants me back, i get annoyed with her and tell her that i dont love her any more, for some reason i fell the need to apologise to her parents and explain it to them, they tell me they don't care, they know what shes like and i didnt do anything bad, we just ended. I feel better about it.

We decide we should go home, on the way out of the supermarket i see a load of old friends and start to greet them. Hayley tells me she loves me as she comes for a hug, but i notice she isn't looking at me, as i think about this she corrects herself "i mean i love YOU" I assume she is looking at si.

When we get home Darvz and Kate are with us. I cant stop throwing up, but im not heaving, its like watery vomit is just pumping from my mouth, darvz is laughing at me in a shrug, there is literally nothing i can do to stop it. Kind of reminds me of that scene from Team America.

That one day I would get the achievement for creating a DJ on this site!
That's considered precognitive right?
>.>

24-08-11 I am Going to a swimming stadium, though I am not taking the planned route. The planned route would be swinging by Stonehenge, about a 5 km drive.

Instead I go through some sort of air vent in a large building. The passageways are really narrow, dirty and dark.

It takes about 5 minutes to get there.

I hang about in the swimming pool for a while, it is dusk time and there are some other kids there. I decide to take off and walk over to the wall.

In order for me to get to the vent I will have to remove some of the panelling, not only that but I will have to stand on the exposed piece of wood that was holding the panel, which is screwed into the wall.

There isn't much space, but I seem to recall having done it before. I finally get the door open to the shaft.

Before I can go through I must put a hand into the shaft and empty it for trash. The trash is some black stuff from farming I think, as Henrik can explain how it is made. Seems like a mixture between coal and dust.

It just falls into the water, but I have a feeling it will be OK and it isn't exactly a new procedure I am doing.

A woman, might be my aunt asks me if it is worth it. I ask her if she has to take the 5 km route past Stonehenge, she confirms and I tell her it will take me 5 minutes to get back.

When most of the trash is out, it seems to take longer than it had before, I am looking out over a horizontal window as an access point, which I remember thinking is a bit weird.
…

Sitting at a coffee table with a beer. It is a beer can, but there is a bottle inside prodding up out of the hole of the can.

I sit and marvel a bit, how the fuck could anyone get that bottle down there without removing the top of the can.

Then a person on my right explains that there they are fairly rare and if you manage to collect 9 of them, you would win 9 k DKK.

“Ah then I shouldn't have given the last 3 to ….”
…

Something about time travel in order to make sure to obtain the right ingredients for a particularly tasty meal.

Physical time travel (done by placing hands on top of each others) means that you get a fraction of your dream powers with you to the physical realm though (WEIRDNESS!)

I am semi-lucid, trying to wake up. There is a bear chasing me. The fear of it makes me forget I am dreaming.

I wake up.

I wish I just stayed in that dream, but I was worried about being late for school. I think that was the real fear. Funny thing is, I did need to wake up, because I accidentally turned off my alarm.

Dream 1
I was in a city full of zombies, It was dark. I became lucid and decided to fly, I couldn't so I fought along some guy against these zombies. We went on to a elevated train track like the Chicago Loop. I fought against the zombies and the person I was with got biten or something.

Dream 2
I was in my house/school (you'll get it in a minute) we were talking about where we should go to see a film. I was talking to my friend on if the would make a new Batman and Robin.

Then I opened a newspaper to a page where it said "Beyonce, Butt In" with brackets resembling a butt and it only had pictures of her butt. I then turned around and Beyonce was there angry saying "Just because I go to a film being produced, doesn't mean I'm in the film" and "I don't need this I'm 84 and very stressed why does it always come down to my butt?".

84 WHAT A FLIPPING DREAM SIGN. She looked normal though.

As any astute follower of this journal would notice, I haven't quite followed through on my recent resolution to resume dream documentation, however I do like to come back to this journal time to time to document particularly notable dreams (eg the previous post). The following is actually a dream I had a few nights ago and have been toying with the idea of writing down; it was a very haunting, powerful experience that I keep thinking about again and again.

The overarching premise of the dream was that I was dead somehow and in heaven. I want to say that the earliest part of the sequence was me living ordinarily in an area that seemed to be a common room with a bunch of offshoot dwelling rooms adjacent to a hallway that led directly to a hospital where I worked (I'll get into more detail in describing both later on), but I also suspect these may be memories within the dream (I'll clarify this later as well). Anyways, the earliest clear part of this dream took place as I somehow came to be outside the gates of heaven. I was apparently well aware of a conspiracy to keep people out of heaven, and that the primary methodology of this conspiracy was a complex maze system outside heaven's gate with a long line of people that were queued to enter heaven, and it was so constructed so as to keep people trapped, slowly moving nowhere in circles. I was at first able to see a narrative overview of this maze; people in single file line, slowly shuffling forward, many branches and loops ensuring that the people (who seemed completely ignorant of their situation and complacently moved along) were trapped. There were "employees" who seemed to be party to the conspiracy directing the flow of the lines so as to maintain things. As it were, I was just near what I knew to be the actual, true entrance to heaven, which was blocked off and guarded by a line of "employees". As I stood there trying to determine how I was going to get back in, I by chance noticed a bellboy carrying a platter of dirty dishes (I seemed to understand they delivered food to people in line). I watched as he entered an adjacent hallway marked employees only. It was unguarded, so I looked down the hallway; it was tall and wide and reminiscent of the grand hallways at a hotel convention center. The hallway went a long ways back before ending in a group of employee rooms (I assumed one of them must be a kitchen), but I also noticed a hallway branched off to the right some distance down. I looked to my right now towards the entrance to heaven and noticed another hallway opened on the other side of the line of sentries, so I decided I'd try to sneak through that way. I happened to have my messenger bag with me, so I decided I'd pretend to be a writer. I began to walk quickly down the hallway, repeating the phrase, "I'm a writer" constantly in my head as though I thought it would somehow prevent me from being caught. As I turned the corner to the right, I found that the hallway continued for some time before coming to another hallway parallel to the first. I turned another right and headed towards the exit. As I continued down this hallway I came upon a black man in a suit who waved at me in a friendly way and offered to shake my hand. As I shook his hand I only said, "I'm a writer" and then kept walking; as I passed him I could see the look of confusion on his face. I seemed to understand that he wasn't a guard, but that his job was to simply stand there and greet people. I exited the hallway into the hospital area (note this was not the area I'd seen from the other side of heaven's gate previously), which was comprised of square rooms, all hallways, some of which resembled normal hospital hallways and some of which resembled patient rooms with through paths. I knew my way back from here by memory; from the hallway square at the exit of the hallway I turned right into a room square, then left through three more squares and then right to the exit of the hospital area into my living area I'd mentioned previously. As I arrived, I slowly walked further into the room, examining my surroundings. Like the hospital area, the room was familiar to me as though I'd been living there for some time. There was a dining table in the middle of the room along one wall that was cluttered with papers and there was a television suspended on a thick pillar adjacent to the table. It occurred to me later that the layout of the main common room very vaguely resembled the living room at my grandma Isabel's old house in Halstad, and to that theme everything seemed dusty and slightly old as though the furniture, paint on the wall, decorations, and even the television were from the 80's. There were a number of people intently going about there business in the room also. As I examined my surroundings I became increasingly distressed with my disposition. I then lashed out verbally, asking if this was all I had left now in heaven, that I'd spend eternity trapped in this dusty room with some other people from the 1990's (a woman nearby in earshot glanced at me and rolled her eyes as she continued doing something), complaining that there wasn't even much of a proper internet yet. I continued, suddenly realizing that I was due to take the MPJE tomorrow but now couldn't because I was dead, meaning that I'd never been successfully licensed as a pharmacist and thus the last several years of my life spent training to that end was wasted. This angry diatribe was cut short by the realization that I'd left Laura behind and could not be sure when she would arrive or if she'd arrive at all (at least we'd already returned to her hometown, I hoped she'd find happiness again, etc.). In this strong emotional mix of anger and sadness I realized that my situation could not be real, but I could only think of ending the dream quickly instead of allowing it to continue post reality check and instantly managed to wake myself up.

When I fell asleep again I had a short continuation of this dream where I went to a buffet for food (I was aware I was still in heaven). The restaurant had many people but wasn't too crowded. It reminded me of the restaurant at Bill's gambling hall.

As I mentioned at the start of this entry I mentioned how haunting this dream has been the last few days. The reason for that is that afterwards I've been left with the haunting thought that I may have peered into the real heaven (a chilling thought given the "conspiracy", how drab the environment was, and my emotional observations towards the end). I don't genuinely believe this now (the fact that heaven is historically described as more paradise in nature, consideration that this may represent hell rather than heaven, and my ultimate awareness that this was a dream all heavily discount this notion), however I believe it does represent a phenomenon I referred to previously as "dream bleeding", where elements of the dream have remained strong in my consciousness long after the dream has ended.

V-WILD'd successfully! Sorry I haven't posted a DJ entry in a while...will try to start getting back into it.

I was standing outside the Hogwarts Castle, by a brick wall. I stabilized the dream, and everything became clearer. The wall felt rough, and faded when I rubbed it.

Behind the wall, was a entrance to Hogwarts. It was a mossy green circular door, that seemed about 15 feet high. I walked through the tall grass towards the door and pushed it open.

Inside, was a royal looking hallway fllled with candles everywhere. It was crowded and people were staring at me. curiously. I smiled at them.

I saw a very small door to my left, and walked past it. Suddenly, a random guy stopped me in the hallway and said that the door lead to the sorting hat, and I needed to be sorted. I said it was a dream, and I would just find a taller door and the sorting hat would be there for me. He seemed persistent, and said I HAD to shrink down and go through that particular door.

So I shrunk down slowly, and pushed open the door. There was a small, wooden table right in the center of the room with the sorting hat sitting on the middle of it. There was no other furniture in the room. The walls seemed to be made of some type of fur.

I picked up the hat, put it on. It seemed to melt into my head, and I asked it what house I would be in. After about 10 seconds, it shouted: "HUFFLEPUFF!" I was happy, since this is the house I wanted!

I said thank you to the hat, and stepped out of the room. I was trying to remember any of the Hufflepuff tasks, but I couldn't. I grew back up, and started to walk around the castle.

I decided to start talking to random people passing me. I stopped a really tall, bright-oranged haired girl, and asked her how she was doing.

She replied, "Fine and dandy, just like a pencil!"

She randomly touched my arm, and her finger melted in it. When she pulled her hand out of my arm, her finger was missing. I looked down, and saw my veins popping out. They were a magenta color. It freaked me out, so I looked away quickly.

I continued to walk down the hall, and noticed an abstract painting. I can't remember the details of it, but I got so absorbed in it..I forgot I was dreaming .

Thank you for reading

[+] DvF and DkF had both got completely new rooms or a new house or something. I was talking to them there.

[+]I was downtown with people walking around trying to find a restaurant that we liked.

Failed Heist
2 bank robbers or something were in a high rise building and had just pulled off some job. Alarms were going off and workers were hiding under cubicle desks. Papers were strewn all over the room. The robbers had black masks on and bullet proof vests, rope, and various other equipment with them. They were running towards the windows for some external window cleaning elevator or something and busted through the glass. They shoot something connecting it and they start getting lowered. The swat team runs towards the cables and shoots it down. The robbers simply fall all the way down.

[+]At some sort of convention. People playing Magic cards on tables, announcements and contest were going on. Monsters were at the convention but they were pretty chill. They talked and watched matches just like everyone else.

Alien Geonome
Some sort of alien genetic experiment had been going on. Me and a bunch of other people had been implanted with DNA from various other alien races. I became partially plant or something like that, from some cool biological race. Other people changed in a bunch of different ways. Something had gone wrong and we were all escaping. One of the subjects had reacted strongly to an aggressive race's implant and gone wild. It was some sort of dark reddish octopus race. It was a woman now with red skin and spines all over her. Her black hair was waving around all over the place violently with glowing red eyes. She was spawning out small spiney octopuses that latched onto people and covered them. One tried to grab my leg but I ran into a wooded side garden area and when I detached my leg I just assimilated a new one from the surrounding vegetation.

Traffic Racing
I was in some sort of futuristic race on a mega highway that was all lit up. There was a huge amount of cars racing. Every lane was full from one side to the other. It was like grid lock traffic except it was all moving at like 200mph. Anytime someone moved or changed lanes other people would shift into their spot. Tons of changes were happening fluidly, it was the only way to get ahead. We reach an area that was at a standstill and I get out of my car and start running over the tops of other people's vehicles. As they see me jumping off cars and running, other people begin to rush out of their cars and run as well. Then the dream began to shift and the cars were now docks floating on water and the highway was like a lake. It was like a massive lake party with people hanging out on inner tubes and people hanging out on floating docks. I was running and jumping between the docks and then decided to jump in the water. Someone's golden retriever jumped in after me wanting to play. I race him to the next dock.

The Proposition
Everything was anime style. I was in a car with an Asian guy in his mid 20's with a ponytail, a timid young boy with a strange looking phone he kept looking at and a little girl. The little girl had a fierce attitude and knew what she was talking about. We were driving up a long driveway towards some large mansion/estate. There was a fountain in front and the driveway was lined with large spear looking fence posts. They are giving me some proposition to join their small group. For some reason I was a person of interest to some large evil other group but they had been able to get to me first. They explain what's happening and that they are part of a small group of elite fighters working against the organization. I was skeptical not only that they had powers, but that I would have any powers of be of any interest to them. They demonstrated their powers. The little girl could control fire, the Chinese guy was an insane fighter or something and the little boy's phone turned into a huge gundam.

Peaceful Night Drive
In a pick up truck at night looking out the passenger side window. Truck has a nice atmosphere to it, like it has been well used and looked after. I was looking up at the night stars and could feel the cold night air against my face. I didn't know who was driving but it was just me and them. I was talking to myself out loud about my inner thoughts and feelings about where I am in life.

[COLOR="red"]Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="royalblue"]Semi-Lucid[/COLOR]
[COLOR="blue"]Dream[/COLOR]
[COLOR="silver"]Thoughts[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]I think I know why I give up on some awakenings, it's becauase of my sleeping posture I tend to go to sleep on my WBTB in a really weird position and when I wake up I am more aware of the uncomfortable feeling, and then combined with the body testing me I just have to give up. So for the next night I will sleep in a good sleeping posture.
Even if I gave up I still let the alarms go, to make my dreams more vivid.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I was standing in a sportshall and all my friends were doing gymnastics, but when I was going to make a jump they told me "No you are too small for this". I looked surprised at them, but then I saw that the plinth was really high.
Everything was so big. I was stubborn and didn't gave up, so I climbed up and was going to do something gymnastic, but then I fell.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I were in a mall and my friends were buying some clothes. I wanted something too so I picked the first thing I saw but it was really ugly. So my friends prevented me from buying it.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]I woke up and remembered that I should had become lucid, because I fell asleep with a blindfold.
So everytime I can see, it's a dream.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]The dream started in my kitchen and I couldn't see anything and then someone took the blindfold of me (in the dream) and he did some weird magic trick with a pen on my nose, then the dream changed.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I were back in the mall and my friend called on me from a restaurant, he told me that he could buy me a beer, when I drank the beer, everything become unstable.[/COLOR] [COLOR="gray"]and I woke up without an alarm.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="blue"]I was now standing in the sportshall again, but this was more like a gym and no equipment that I needed was free. So I went into a small room for some reason and there was my friend Andriano, then a girl that I don't know in the wakng life, but I appearantly didn't like her in this dream, walked in. We started to talk about some photos on facebook, and then Andriano said "This is like highschool" and I agreed for some srange reason.[/COLOR]

[COLOR="silver"]Then I woke up.[/COLOR]

I just finished taking a shower getting ready to go home. While inside the bathroom I seen a bunch of my sisters clothes. I pack some of them up in my bag. I want to try them on when I get home to see if any of them fit. After I pack I go into the living room with my sister, mom, jr and simon. I then decide its better to try them on here so I'm not taking things that don't fit or flatter. I pulled shoes out. There was a couple pair but only one that I recall. They were pretty cinderella shoes that lit up. I then tried on the outfits but I didn't keep or recall what any of them looked like. Then I pulled out little "trinkets" Some where plastic and some were stones. The only one I remember visually was a heart made out of stone. I wake up.

Bandits
I 'wake up' in my bed just as if I was waking up normally sometime in the night. I decide to take a late night pee and I hear noises coming from downstairs. I sleepily open my door and look over the railing downstairs. Three darkly dressed thieves are coming in through the front doors. I drop to the floor hoping they hadn't seen me yet. I get my sisters from their rooms and tell them to crawl as silently as possible to our parents room. The bandits are still preoccupied downstairs, maybe checking if anyone or any pets were down there. We reach my parents room and whisper the situation to my mom and dad. The bandits all have pistols and my dad tells us that his friend had borrowed his gun so we didn't have anything. A feeling that we were all surely going to die came over us but I decided that if I was going to die I would do my best to take as many down with me. The thieves make their way up stairs and head for my parents room seeing our rooms all empty. I can sense they are coming to straight up kill us. I wait crouched at the door in anticipation of the three armed men. The moment the first guy reaches the door I burst out tackling the second guy grabbing for his pistol. The first guy fires a few shots in the dark but doesn't manage to land any on me. I shoot the second guy point blank in the head an roll down the hall ducking behind a bathroom door. The third guy is now running up the stairs having heard the gun fire. Knowing I would be caught between them I jump down the stairs shooting and landing on the third guy but the first guy shoots down over the railing and hits me in the stomach and chest. I see the carpet turn crimson and I can't stand up. I fire a few shots and wound the first guy but he begins walking down towards me. I think to myself, wait, this cannot be my time to die. I can't die here because I feel there is something I must do. He fires a few more rounds into me but this time I feel no pain and I raise my gun placing my last shot straight through the bandit's chest. He slides down against the wall, collapses down the stairs and the dream ends.