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Forth DJ entry. I'm going to try to see if I can post everyday from now on. Its good to get into a habit.

Anyway, I haven't posted in quite a while and because of that I also haven't really ade much progress in my LDing. I guess I just need to try harder.

Some Things that I would like to implement regularly:

- Regular Schedualed Dream Journal + DJ post on DV.
- 3 types of Reality checks
- Meditation
- Vitamin B + Apple Juice (We'll see if this works )

Anyway I've got recall and my insomnia up to par so I'm good with that. Anyway, if anyone has any advice let me know.

That's it for news today!

- Cheers!

August 30 - 31, 2011 - Duck Duck Goose in a Pagoda?

Vividness: 5 / 10
Lucid?: No
# of Dreams: 1 (With 2 Different Segments)

Guide:

[-] Lucid
[-] Non - Lucid
[-] DC talk
[-] Notes

Basically its a dream about my old class from grade 10. Its pretty bizarre considering the fact the dream was totally cluttered with random segments that made little sense what so ever.

Segment 1
Hundreds of students were sitting under a hollow Asian style large Pagoda type of structure. The flooring was light hardwood and we all sat in a square like formation around the structure. Students were sitting on the floor and teachers were standing around in various places. The teachers told us to clap along with whatever clapping pattern they were doing. I was confused. I sat there and at first it seemed like the students refused such a dumb demand but as the clapping got louder (obviously more people joined in eventually), I realised that this wasn't a group clap but instead a giant game of duck duck goose only by pointing instead of touching someone. I sat behind S.D. and she was chosen. She then pointed at H.M. and he seemed to point at me but someone else got up and I became slightly embarrassed.

Segment 2
The next thing I remember was a yellow memo being handed out to our class from my grade 10 teacher. We were in class having a discussion about aliens and some people said they believed they existed so just before we left we were given this memo. On the third paragraph it said "Oh and by the way, if anyone still believes in aliens visit this YouTube video." It was a short video with what I believe to be Jim Carey in it for some reason.

The first dream I remember having was that I was scrambling to take the trash out since the dump truck was on our street, currently picking up our neighbors' to the left of my house. I put them out, and I think my dad's car was backing up by the side of the road. I couldn't see the driver, and the rest of the dream I can't remember or it ended there. A little bit later after eating breakfast, I went back to bed to see if I could have an accomplished WILD. It wasn't my first time trying, so I pretty much knew the drill. After awhile, I was 'watching' a dream about myself in the past, about three years ago or something like that. My age wasn't any younger, and I was inspecting some of my dad's tools that he used to have, one of them being a black flashlight. I said something like "Dad, I remember you having this flashlight." It was dark throughout the house (the location being my current home and in my little brother's room), and he needed some light shone on something.

Across from the room occupied by us, one of my brothers woke up and looked at us, to which I told him "Go back to sleep, this is a few years ago, and you were only a baby at that time." I understood that I was watching this dream, so I tried entering it... I got too excited and woke up... I have a problem with getting too excited (happens every time I attempt a WILD), and I need to figure out a way to remain calm.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! It's time for me to stop procrastinating and get that LD rate up a bit. It's been declining these past two months, but this month, I intend to MILD every night and DEILD every time I'm about to wake up from a lucid. I won't care if some of my recall is lost, which is why I haven't "dared" to use that particular technique very much.

22.00: Sleep

05.10: Fragments
*I'm at work. A coworker, Kristofer is walking next to me. He tells me a funny story and I start to laugh, but it's like I'm faking it, only it sounds just like real laughter. I wait until he's finished before I start telling him about KingYoshi and his dream about Yoda being a pimp, smacking some girls on the ass with his cane. It doesn't sound as amusing as I think it is when I tell it.

*I'm in a room with a few of my friends and their former classmates. One grabs a photo of my sisters that was hanging on the wall and I try to snatch it from his hands. People start to laugh, himself included. They all know my sisters are hot and I don't want the picture to be spread around. I've got a red pen in my hands and I make a few red stripes on his white t-shirt.

*I'm in my hotel room when the cleaning lady enters the room. She asks me if I want her to clean it. I look at the room, it's a bit messy, but definitely not dirty. "I'll just pick a few things up" I tell her and collect up a few blankets lying around. "No thanks, you don't have to clean" I tell her and her friend shows up. I notice that the cleaning lady is rather hot. "You were hot though" I say in Swedish, and she laughs. Apparently she knows a bit of Swedish. "How many languages do you know?" I ask her. She tells me she knows four.

05.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! I intend to do something tonight that I haven't done ever. Set my alarm at 03.00 and go for a WBTB. I'm working tomorrow, but I'll have around two hours of sleeping time after the short WBTB. B6 and Galantamine + Choline will be digested.

Goal for tonight: Find my dream weapon and smash things with it.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

melatonin, choline, tryptophan
I was in the Scooby Doo show. Scooby looked freaking weird. I don't remeber much but I believe that the gang was in trouble, or they were looking for hidden fugitives. This was not vivid. I mostly remember Emiee reminding me that in the new shows Scooby NEVER ate Scooby snacks, *so I asked him, hey do you want a Scooby snack?! And he goes, eh, whatever.
This has to be one of the longest lucid dreams that I have ever had. I remember becoming lucid inside of a classroom. I was in either a science classroom or Horticulture class. I exited the class and tried to find woodline. My main goal in all my LD's is to visit Denn, and I have tried so many time to go there. I attempted to keep calm. Outside I saw some trees but the attempt to do this all was a fail. I kept trying to imagine a mirror, but no success. I ended up in a building, I felt like I was wasting time and was about to lose lucidity. I looked out, it looked like my house now. I saw that there was trees infront of the house. I ran so fast out my window, amd wanted to pass the fence on the left, but saw that brown dog over there, so I jumped a SIX FOOT fence to the road (I was amazed) and began to run. But then I saw dad's jeep driving in. I tried to blend in so they didn't see I was "running away" but realized I was wearing the most orange of neon oranges shirt. I then saw mom running over to me yelling, at least say goodbye! Bitch made me lose lucidity.
I remember going outside the house and seeing Patrick holding yarn. Then I looked up and saw a GIANT bearded man laughing outside with a buzzing Spongebob infront of him. The thing was is that Patrick was holding onto the yarn because Spongebob was a kite. Spongebob looked at Patrick and Patrick looked back at me like What the fuck is going on?*

Was repeating mantras again, I managed to wake up again, sadly Im still ill, so I woke up with a fever which put me off staying still.
Ill try again tonight.

I remember thi dream being long, but i have no idea what happened. My bro asked me where i wanted to eat and i said Boston Pizza, so we went there. I Dont remember what happened after i got out of that car :/

OMG WTF I SERIOUSLY just wrote out both these fucking dreams and a pop up come out of nowhere and I exit out and lose both of them..............agghghghghghggh fuuuuuuuuck

OK........

SO i this dream me and mayatara were walking up a hill road thing
I become fully lucid
I realize I have been here in the past in a dream
We are in a white void I look out and swimming pools appear in rows all different lengths
we fly around and do random fun stuff together
Later we somehow travel back in time through this place to the time where we had both had the dream in the past
When we get there we realize that the dream we had in the past was us traveling back in time but we didn't perceive going back in time.
we do things in this ever changing white void of things
I wake up and I don't write down the dream because I'm to tired and fall back to sleep

I am watching this girl do all these things like a movie
Helps a guy buy food for his son and there is confusion as to what is the right thing he needs to get
Later she is at an old man and women's house
The man is talking about god and reality to her but she doesn't understand is uncomfortable around him
He offers her a job to clean his carpets
there is doubt that she could do that because she doesn't know how
There is this random soccer game thing that busts out explaining to her confidence teaching her a lesson
apparently by the end she learns to be confident and all is good or something


^shortened version of my dreams, don't have time plus psychic vampires all around me making noises for no reason. Trying to bug me. I feel oppressed.

Right, so I remember several dreams nearly every night, and they are always fairly involved, a lot of imagery and breaking down the happenings of the day. A lot of them have concerned me, and of course I take them all seriously, but I don't want everyone I know to have to hear about another, so here is a nightmare of sorts that I had.
(before sleeping i was insistent on keeping the kitchen light on in the apartment I live in, and slept on the sofa which is close to the kitchen light)
The Dream:
In my dream, I was in my old house which was recently sold. I lived there with my mother and father before their divorce, it was a very nice place, but sold as a result of the divorce. So a lot of karma and whatnot is related to it, plus, it is my quintessential home place.
I was in my parents' bedroom, but i was on a futon with a white down comforter and sleeping with a fluffy cat that would fuss in the covers. I fell asleep, with this really bright light on to keep safe. But I woke up when this uber bright incandescent yellow tinted orb (golf ball sized) when into me, under my skin, and started speaking to me creepily, but it was mostly the sensation I felt which was like it was a dark message, a dark bulb/light, and it really disturbed the muscles in my side where it was lodged.
I got up, and by the front door was my friend/ex-friend who was sleeping on the ground, and I lifted up my shirt from the area on my right abdomen where this orb thing was, (I felt like a message was carved) and he said something along the lines of "you should look at this in the mirror" and then my dad was there and he looked at it too and said "you should really take a look at this, it says ''you are (nothing more than) a worthless human grave" or something like that.
(Then I woke up, turned off the kitchen light because it was a lot like light in my dream, went back to bed)
Now in my next dream I was at the house my mother now lives/works at, sleeping on her couch (maybe parallel to fact I was sleeping on apartment couch) and it was dark, but not scary. Then, I got a picture text on my clunky cell phone of some (plastic/decorative/holiday) of some skulls from my old sold house, as if to reiterate the message of dying/grave/whatever.

I also half remember seeing these two little girls that I know in real life, who have huge eyes, they have showed up in my dreams sometimes. I used to be/am still timid of them. they were in the kitchen in my mom's current residence

My thoughts/information to reader: I have had a lot that I'm keeping secret lately, and had some bad eating habits and have just checked out socially. I've also been paranoid about my ears and neck. I've been feeling very emotionally dead in terms of happy feelings.
I would like some help. What in the fuck could this mean? I think it has to do with me going uphill from my downhill lifestyle lately, or maybe I am just going down some more. (I've had full blown precognitive dreams before, or just intuitive/informational ones about people and places and what they are related to me. So maybe I am going to through something tough? Or through rebirth? or should i be concerned?)

thank you

The dream starts with me inside a small house, I walk outside and look around noticing a couple of buildings
and a small ramp. The landscape is a dull grey that looks like it could go on forever.
Three figures emerge from one of the buildings.
The first figue is hunched and has that creepy look about him, while the other two (upon talking to them)
seem to be of the stupid sidekick types that obey the first figure.
The hunched figure appears to be a friendly man, he tells me I must help him escape.
I am slightly confused as to why he would ask such a thing (when he looks like he is free already
in the vast expanse of my mind). However I accept to help the man thinking there would be no
harm in doing so.
After performing a number of tasks, I grow a suspicion for the man thinking why I need to
do so many actions that are supposedly ment to help him escape. He talks in a expectant and
exited manner the more I do, much like the way a villan plots his next evil scheme.
When he leads me to the top of one of the buildings, the man holds out a key, dangling it
over the side of the building looking at me curiously.
He says how thankful he is of me doing these things for him and that this will be the
last thing needed to help him escape. But then he starts to re-think the final task saying how
I am incapable of doing something drastic, like catching this key. For some reason I feel
compelled to say that I can (possibly out of stubborn pride). The man smirks and drops
the key off the side of the building. While reaching out towards the key I slip off the edge but manage to
grab it in time, landing on top of a car at the base of the building unharmed. The man shouts from the
bulding top "I knew it was too much of a challenge!". I reply "I did it!", he looks confused for a moment
before saying "I knew you could!" and reaching me at the bottom of the building near the car.
I look to my side and notice an object much like a plate of metal with a keyhole carved into it.
I ask the man what it is but his only reply is "Nothing to worry about, now " he stops when he notices
me closing my eyes before continuing "No! Don't wake up! Come back!!". I wake up from my dream.

During this dream I was semi-lucid, meaning I was aware I was
dreaming but felt a strange need to follow the dream plot.

i am in the grocery store shopping with my mom and heather.
we need stuff for a picnic kind of thing.
beside a river, under a hill a ton of people are eating in scattered groups all down the waterside.

i'm in a room with a lot of people. on the wall, there are funny parodies of every movie you can think of.
heather and i look at a harry potter parody. the harry potter actor is really ugly.
off to the "side" of the scene, more like the "side of the dream" (unexplainable), a man beckons me.
i question my surroundings, but fight knowing the truth. this is a dream...but i like this dream.
i know this isn't real. he keeps asking me to come thru, wake up, c'mon.
i disassociate from the dream and the entire scene feels like a veil has been lifted.
a white screen remains where i thought reality was. he pushes the screen away.
now i see "real" reality. i'm in a big lab with a ton of computers.
there's a lady and her daughter (5 yrs old probably) messing around on one.
heather is on one too. i'm told to go play on one.

i have to "log in" with any name. make it up, etc. put your own in, someone elses, it doesn't matter. each name combination will be different.
i don't remember what name i put in. on the screen, a model of the entire universe appears. it's the person's universe, as each person in our "Reality" has his or her own. this is how you can view them.
using the middle scroll thing some mouses have, i zoom all the way in. it's earth, the persons perceived "home" or "center of the universe".
as i scroll out, the seemingly circular planet (rendered 2D because its just a computer) spins and twists clockwise, unraveling and becoming the periodic table of elements. this is represented by a long line of blocks that turns several times, showing thousands of elements. the line keeps going crazy in every direction, in different shapes as it makes molecules, atoms, etc.
supposedly, i am scrolling "out", aka trying to get the larger picture. confusing.

i stop playing this game and go over to the man behind it all, the man who beckoned me.
he looks friendly, just a cool dude maybe 30 or 35.
"can i talk to you about the film you made or are you sensitive about criticism?" i ask.
he laughs and says go for it.
"i hated the part where i was looking at all those movies. it made it seem so real, which sucks because it was a stupid part."
i talk like my entire life was a movie.
he laughs about it and says some movie award organization said that's why he didn't receive some award for it.
we talk about "making movies" and stuff, but all the time we know we mean making "reality".

31-08-11 Weeds: With the Weeds family. We are in a small forest like area close to the ocean. We are there to look at a house to live in, but as we approach it becomes clear that it is not suitable for that.

The trees are fairly tall, though they allow for ample light to pass through and at the time I would think the lighting match a noon of a summer day. The house itself is made of wood, and fairly crooked in particular in one corner of the above ground level terrace, that is hanging quite a bit.

There is a woman there, she is blonde and not that tall. Andy and her decides to have sex. I think I observe this from a distance and potentially through a window or similar.

I do see him pulling out of her, as she is bent over a washing machine and the size of Andy's penis (somewhere between an arm's length and a stinger missile) ruins whatever sexually arousing potential the imagery might have had.

Skip.

There are two rooms in the house and Shane is in one of them with the doors closed, there seems to be a consensus that he is probably masturbating. At one point we open the doors (it is a sliding door) and I think Steve Perry comes out and tells us to leave them/him alone. This is weird, and feels so, but doesn't seem to further impact the dream.

There is a fart, I actually remember the sound of it quite well, when Nancy is in the bathroom and Silas and I can't really decide if it came from the bathroom or Shane's room, but we call out for people to come out and talk about it.

I sort of want to engage the girl there in a sexual arrangement, but she seems to mainly be interested in Andy. Instead Nancy comes over and sit in my lab and I experience a loving feeling towards and reassures her of her maternal skills. I don't feel attracted to her, but I do feel love.

There is a small baby that might be Shane, and he is dressed in gangster clothes. He has recently learned how to speak, though he seems more proficient at speaking than walking or keeping his balance in general.

Me and a girl tickles him and he drops some of the stuff he has been carrying in his pockets. He is crying and laughing at the same time, but he does seem generally sad that the girl teasingly has taken his stuff away from him, which breaks my heart and I feel sorry for him.

Skip.

I am talking to Nancy, it is clear that we are not going to buy the house for living, but I point out that it is a perfect grow house. It is far away from civilisation, which should discourage authorities from coming snooping around. It takes a bit of convincing, but she finally comes around.

I look outside during this and there is a man sitting in a sun chair looking out over the ocean and he isn't wearing a shirt. He doesn't seem to pay any attention to what is going on in the house though I get the feeling he lives there.

tickle fight with midget/baby tranny

my twin at work with me but i don't have a twin in real life. i look at my hands RC but they are normal. i can't figure out whats going on.

August 31, 2011

Woke up around 3:30 AM thirsty as hell, beside having cottonmouth nothing I recall dream related.

Date: 31/08/11
Time: -
Memory Clarity: 4/10

-I was in some kind of generic area, and I was the apprentice of Durzo Blint, legendary assassin from the 'Night Angel' trilogy. A female character (possibly another character from the books) attacked me, and I had to defend myself. At first it seemed hopeless, as she was a tough fighter, but then I remembered/realised that I was Durzo's apprentice and therefore extremely well-trained. I fought back better then, however still suffered some deep cuts in my hands. Someone else intervened and decapitated the aggressing female.
It was cool to be fighting in a dream, and I noticed that I felt no pain, more of a shock when my hands were cut.
-I'm in the wings of a hall, where a presentation is underway. With me was a man who seemed to be a school principal/general authority figure, and he was using his finger to scrape a greasy resin off of a radiator and sniffing it desperately, like an alcoholic scouring the dregs of his long-gone drink.
I don't know what to make of this fragment, quite bizarre, really.
-I'm at a school similar to a school where I go to take certain classes. I'm either with, or am watching some people, as they greet another boy whom I recognise as some kind of acquaintance, e.g. from my soccer team or something along those lines. He is tallish, pale, with white blond curly hair. His name was mentioned but I can't remember it.
Nothing too interesting here, although worth mentioning in that I had previously seen someone similar to that description in real life, walking down the street.
-I'm on a baseball pitch, on the fielding team. The people playing are mostly random, but some I recognised from my soccer team, including the coach's assistant, who was a coach in the dream. Not knowing much about how to field in baseball, I take whatever position seems empty - to the right of the shortstop. However, my team-mates tell me to go and stand in left outfield, near 3rd base and I do so. A fairly average game of baseball ensues, except that the ball is a large, unwieldy, misshapen hunk of leather.
Baseball, fuelled by the lack of baseball know-how only an Australian could have...
-I'm lucid, however my surroundings are very unclear and are comprised of dark, multi-coloured, fuzzy shapes. I attempt to clear up the dream, saying things along the lines of 'Clearer!', and it works slightly, increasing the 'resolution' of the shapes so that they are well-defined, but the surroundings remain just as nonsensical. In my frustration, the dream dissolves.
This one annoyed me, but interestingly enough, it was a well-performed WILD, which I'd never done before. Just lying there and descending into the dream while maintaining my awareness. If anything, this gives me hope for repeated instances.

Date: 30/08/11
Time: Some time around 3:30am
Memory Clarity: 2/10

So I was in an area where I used to hang out at school, with some friends. We were in the process of cleaning small, living gummy fishes, putting them in bags and then doing something else with them. I then left the area after doing this for an unspecified amount of time, and walked to another area of the school, where a small table was there with cupcakes on top. There were some people milling about, so I took the cupcakes and handed them around. Someone had left a katana (samurai sword) on the table, and it was at this point that I realised that I was, in fact, a samurai, with my own sword. There was a person there asking everyone if the sword was theirs, so I volunteered to safeguard it for the moment, and put it in my belt opposite my own sword. However, an acquaintance from school then came and offered to do the same. It all worked out though, because there was another sword there, so we had one each.

That was all, nothing of great importance.