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i have a feeling a lot happened before this, but i cant remember any of it.

i am looking in first and third points of view simultaneously. i am looking at at a river swamp from the shore.

everything is bit and video game-ish. i have a shovel and decide to dig. i dig a spot of ice near the shore. marshmallows pop out. i dig a connecting hole, making the hole bigger. more marshmallows pop out. i dig up the whole ice spot at once! a thousand marshmallows float into the swamp.

by a dead tree i see a dolphin. i can ride him around to access the river. i ride him upstream.

i find the spot where the dolphins live and come from. there are a few of them. i try to hop onto another one but i miss and drown.

i get a game over and have to start back in ... kakariko village. fuck this game.

i'm in "real life" now. i was playing a video game on the same shore i am sitting on. i am hanging out with jack and heather. we each are sitting on a stump.

my friend celina calls me over from a mini party happening under a pavilion to my left. i walk up a small trail and hang out with her. i dance really weird because i hate everyone there. i'm making fun of them.

i go back to heather and jack. heather is gone and her sister is here instead. she tells me heather went to her room. ok.... i walk thru the forest trail and find a door like her real door connected between two trees. i open it.

heather is buying weed from a girl who's a big dyke and simultaneously black and white. most of the time she's black. i hear her say "21 g for 17". they notice me but dont care.

the black women gets her shit packed in a small black lunchbox tied around her neck. it has a 12.00 tag on it. she leaves.

heather is high. my whole body feels mad (i would be in real life as i'm a jealous person).

time warp to me walking around with my mom at night. she's high, too. we are dumpster diving.

i keep thinking "you shouldn't focus on heather, you should be-here-now" but the feeling is too intense and has to place in the current situation.

my mom wants to dumpster dive in back of mcdonalds (uh ew) but i say its open 24/7. we hang out near this big dumpster full of actual nice toys and things which shouldn't have been thrown away. i pick out a few good things.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was watching my oldest nephew playing a 3D version of Pac-Man. The view was almost like the old version of Gauntlet, where you could see thed action from above. The maze seemed to be made out of blue bricks, with a slightly darker blue stone floor. The corridors were full of pellets -- not just a line of pellets, but tons of pellets throughout the corridors.

Pac-Man was a kind of small, yellow sphere that wobbled all over the place. Pac-Man almost seemed as small as the large power pellets. The ghosts were also small. I watched Pac-Man eat a couple of ghosts early on in the game. Something about the view at that point reminds me very much of the old arcade version of Pac-Man.

After Pac-Man ate the three ghosts, he ended up getting chased by a number of other ghosts. He very narrowly escaped getting caught by a ghost. I'd even thought he had gotten killed. He then meandered through a few curves, then along the top of the maze.

Finally, Pac-Man went down a long, straight corridor. First, the corridor was just stuffed with pellets. Then it was stuffed with both pellets and ghosts. The ghosts stood still, just like the pellets. The ghosts were big, too. They were almost like statues.

Pac-Man could move past them, even touch them. He only had to make sure he didn't get their attention somehow. If he did, they'd come alive. Then he'd either have to evade or fight them.

At the very end of the corridor, things kind of emptied out. But Pac-Man found two ghosts. Both ghosts were blue (maybe all the ghosts in this long corridor had been blue). These two ghosts were Pac-Man's friends. One seemed to have a French-sounding name. Another seemed to have a Japanese-sounding name. They both spoke to Pac-Man with kind of high, digitized voices -- kind of like Robocon, telling Pac-Man they'd defend him.

An enemy suddenly appeared. It was kind of small, maybe as big as or a little bigger than Pac-Man. It appeared to be a ghost or spirit wearing armor. The body looked like a normal body. But the head had huge horns (also armored) coming out the sides. The armor was bone-white. The enemy looked a little like an enemy in an original Nintendo game, like Ghosts 'N Goblins.

Pac-Man shot the ghost with some kind of jelly-sphere bullets. The enemy may have touched Pac-Man's ghost friends, causing them to turn transparent. Eventually, Pac-Man defeated the enemy. He now got to advance to the next level.

The next screen looked like a blue mansion in a dark blue night. The mansion looked run down. It was probably a haunted mansion. The view closed in on the balcony of the mansion.

Something happened, and my nephew explained it to me. He said that Pac-Man had been something in his first life and something else in his third life. It was like Pac-Man was in his second life right now. He needed to come here to either fulfill or change something in his second life so the destinies of his first and third lives would be okay.

Dream #2

There were two different princes in two separate kingdoms. The two princes seemed to be living in medieval Europe. Thed two princes may have known each other. They had both gotten in trouble in very similar ways, and they were both getting to a point in their lives where if they didn't change soon, they'd never be able to live up to their full potential.

The mother of the first prince explained the prince's situation to him. The mother and the prince were in the prince's room. The mother was brutally frank with the boy, who was probably in his late teens. The mother then left the room.

The second mother was now in the second prince's room. This prince wore a strange, big, puffy headdress, like fortune tellers or genies in movies sometimes wear. The headdress had alternating strips of black satin and multi-colored, possibly flower-printed satin.

The second mother and second prince were almost joking with each other about what a mess the second prince had made of things. But the mother then got serious. She told the boy he really needed to change his life before it was too late. She also said something like she would discuss what she meant in more detail later. She then left the room.

The boy's father walked into the room. He was Billy Dee Williams. But he acted very feminine, and he may have been a little skinny. He may also have been wearing a tight, black sweater and tight, black pants, like a modern dancer, completely out of character with this medieval setting.

The father seemed to be in love with his son like a woman would be in loved with a man. He got really close to the boy, almost as if to kiss him, and asked the boy what it was that got him in trouble, and what the mother had told the boy. But the boy couldn't quite say what the mother had said. He was actually waiting for the more serious discussion she'd have with him.

This is my first dream journal entry. I have waited to long after waking to type this dream in. Most of the details have gotten somewhat fuzzy. I still remember the larger part of the dream. I was standing in a field with my fiance. We kept looking at my neighbors house. Then it shifted I was in a room by myself and made a phone call. I remember saying to whomever was on the other line "I need you to get rid of them". Wake

After I woke up I remember having a very nervous feeling in my stomach. I think this was because I feared getting caught for ordering a hit.

Such a strange dream. I one of the most peaceful people you would ever meet.

Hours of sleep: 10
Vividness: 5/5
Recall: 3/5

1. I'm standing in a street, watching the Tour the Fance(cycling race for those who don't know). There is a famous cyclist, I don't recall his name. He is winning the race, because he leads with a time advantage of 2 hours. He is so happy that he stops in every 10 meters, to get from his bike and to hug the people watching. I can see that he's so happy that he cries all the time.
After the seven time he stops, he finally gets on his bike to finally finish the race. He rides his bike a few minutes but there is a car driving towards him, he gets involved in a car crash, flies high into the sky and lads somewhere on the street. He is bad injured and only gets slowly on his bike. Suddenly all the other cyclist are passing him and he only finishes the race with a 30-minutes-delay

2. I'm in front of the school were I did my practical training. I speak to two teacher I used to work with. I'm asking him about the children how they do. A child appears and tells me about something that doesn't make sense at all. I fake a smile and say he should play with his friends. The teacher tell me that they've got a few new pupils. Suddenly I see one of these new pupils and I realize that it looks like an alien,. I'm really confused and I don't know what to do or to say. The teacher tells me that it's an exchange pupil from Jupiter and that he really does well (WTF?).
When things can't get even more weird, a lady enters the school with a trolley. She sells sausages to us.

I awake for real. WTF?

Notes:
*Not only I forgot to bring my clothes up from the dryer but I once again slept in the clothes that I was wearing.
*Thunderstorm means I took a nap around 7:00 PM but the nap quickly turn into a sleep as I woke up at 4:00 AM. I just brought the clothes back up. lol
*I believe to have forgotten this dream and remember it by falling asleep again or just have a dream fragment before the dream itself. This dream is so short and I sure I may have a dream fragment so I going to categorize this as so.
*I notice that I have at least one dream every night. Maybe I never lose my recall, maybe it just got lazy because I got lazy with my dream journals.

Dream:

I was at my grandmother house (mother side of the family) which I no longer visit. The front door outside was a pouch and inside was the living room where the side door is the area where they park their cars (huge area with a roof type of deal, was part of the house) and going inside of the side door go to the same living room. So simply put the front door is often not use unless you wanted to go on the porch.

Now to the dream itself. It seem like me and a few DC were doing a play. They was using the porch as the play area and the living room as a backstage. It was kinda smart even for dream logic as they have places to sit and it would work quite well with the living room size.

During this time I disappear and came back later. A few DCs were just sitting there. Looking out of a window I saw that no one was sitting in the hundreds of chairs in the front yard. (They also have a huge yard in real life, is it possible my dream just pick the biggest area that I knew of?) The DCs didn't mind and seem quite neutral about me missing the play. Then again they were DCs in my dream...They were most likely brain dead.

I decided to step outside and I saw my grandfather on the left side of the porch who asked me something like "come over here" but somehow scare me/creep me out so I ran to the right aiming for where the old apple tree which was cut down long time ago used to be. Seem to be replaced by a out house in my dream.

That all I remember.

False memory. This seem weird so it worth writing down. While running from my grandfather I knew if I can walk over a flat yard decoration I could hover like Link on OoT. Know garden gnomes made with that bright red stone stuff? It was that same red stone but very flat though still realist on the ground. During the dream I decided not to use it though the false memory exist of it.

I finally did it. I became Lucidit was awesome.

Before I went to sleep , while I was still in bed I told myself "the next thing I know I will be dreaming" like a MILD. I can't be in a boxing gym if I'm sleeping.

So let's get to it I was playing GTA 4 I wasn't Lucid I felt like I was in the game riding a dirtbike doing some stunt jumps to my girlfriends house.

Then I shifted to a bar and while I was asleep I felt like I had to go to school whenever I need to go somewhere I have very vivid dreams. "Odd" I'm thinking.

I shifted to my street then I knew I was dreaming so I tried to fly and failed I was just jumping up and down like Superman from the Dailies and thinking that I looked so stupid. (I sure need a tutorial).

The I remembered a spot that I like to climb so I went over there and there's DC's playing football and that side of the street is lively but its like 6am or something I thouhgt it was 1am it was very dark with nothing but the street lights for brightness. There are kids at playing football at the flats too.

Anyway I tried to climb my spot but one of the DC kids told me that there are people there. I ask "Are they in the garden?" the kid says yes. So I'm thinkin "Screw It".

Then I go back to try and fly again I still can't do it. Jumping up and down like a fool although I gradually got higher and higher I still wasn't flying.

Some guy I know from college was there telling everybody to go home. I could've stayed but I'm really not fond of him so I just left.

20-07-11 Fragments only.

Something about dream bombs, and how I am using charges of those to make stuff happen. I am less effective when I am out of charges.
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My lower front tooth becoming extremely loose and nearly falling out. It also looks a hell of a lot wider than normal. I am talking to someone about that this could mean that I am extremely low on confidence at the minute, which isn't a lie.
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Something about the washing powder I use being highly unsuitable for the clothes I am washing.
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I am sitting in front of the computer and I notice I am in the process of rolling a cigarette and the unfinished death stick is lying on my desk. I pick up the pack of Golden Virginia and wonder why it is so full. I know I have stopped smoking and I can't remember having bought a new pack. Maybe 15% of it is gone from the top corner of the tobacco and some of it has gone slightly dry.

Night. Travel. An empty road. An accident. Bus supposed to be crushed. Someone is talking about the scattered stuff on the road, from the dead people. A security guy complained.

Alcohol. Piles of stuff from the dead just scattered on the road. I took some.

There's a box of gooey, strange stuff, probably some innards of the dead, and it's just in the middle of the street. I took them, and with a fetus, burned them near the crossroad near our old boarding house near our college. It melted the cyclone fence, and it caught a thief.

Travel. Went to Jhajha's place? Or Chris D's? Jhajha said she has to do something else, so I went home. The mood is gloomy, rainy.

11:30-7:30. Peaceful sleep, but still not fully rested when I wake up. No pomegranate juice this night.

1) Jester center building. Met my roommate? Massive towering structure. One floor in the middle had nothing more than the central elevator. It was terrifying to look at (I'm a bit afraid of heights...). It almost had an organic look with the pattern of exterior. Reminds me of Kids Next Door treehouse.

2) No recall...

I must say, my unconscious architect is good at what he does. The past few massive structures in my dreams have been awesome...

I am in strange room where i saw a snake.I climb on a table.Then snake's head cut off automatically.I realize this is dream.I quickly stablize by rubbing my hands.Then i start to breath with pinching my nose and i think of passing my hands through wall but i couldn't.I then jump into opposite wall and get to other side by breaking the wall.I think how dream world is different from real world so i start observing and i see ponds,trees,mountains,clouds.It was not too different from real world. i see my brother coming i start convincing him this is a dream.i show him me flying.I then make sun rises with my hands.After that i take a door and enter into a place where children were playing little games i took a basketball and eventually i woke up

I am a great red archdemon, on my green throne in Castle Cannabis smoking a cigar sized blizzy. One of the Green Templars reports to me: we are under attack by puppets of Nevergawn, sir. The Care Bear Stare is not working on these beings.
“Time to take it on offense!” I say slamming my fists together, as tiny unicorns and flowers shoot out of my fist smack. I armor up, and fly off of Mars. Nevergawn is already waiting there for me. I morph into my angeldemon form. “Well, hello, brother,” I cheerfully greet Nevergawn.
“Do not call me, brother! I am far greater than you, Sneed!”
He throws some spinning blades at me, but his hands get all caught in the threads of all puppets he’s trying to control. “You know, I always thought the Puppetmaster was the gayest job in Final Fantasy Eleven. LOL.”
My head gets sliced off, and I laugh and re-attach it. My allies begin appearing. We are a weird army of angels, demons, animals, dreamers, aliens, gods, and superheroes. Nevergawn lets go of his puppets, and summons demon warriors.
“What are we supposed to do?” they ask.
“Dammit! Think for yourself!” he says.
We line up, facing off against each other. I blow the Conch of Pan, and Dreamers from many dimensions come to our aid.

“FORTH THE INFECTION!” I shout, and we rush at the enemy. As they approach, we become a giant nanobot acidic sandstorm, infecting their dream bodies the way salt sinks into ice. I am a germ inside a demon. I start bumping some bad ass DUBSTEP. The demon can’t help it. He has to dance. I am inside like a Voltron pilot. HAHAHA.
All the demons suddenly get infected with the ultimate coolness, and we have a dance off. Nevergawn gets pissed off and storms off into Hell. LOL.

hprib012's Dream

I remember being in some sort of mansion or castle. Me and my friends, were just hanging out together outside this mansion. We were wizards, like out of Harry Potter, with our wands and all. Some of my friends were wizards that did not use wands, some used staffs or some had swords that they could cast magic from. We were under attack by another group of wizards though I couldn't remember why they wanted to attack us in the first place. They came down by either flying or on broomstick. We began fighting them. I was doing well shooting spells and blasts of energy at them from my wand. We had to protect the castle/mansion. My wand was a thinker wand with like spirals of wood running up and down the length of the wand, it also had a glowing green core. I was in a battle with one of the enemy. He shoots a blast at me that catches my wand cracking it and making it crumble in my hand. I knew that I could control my powers with just some sort of mystical item (staff, wand, sword) I just had to find one to replace my wand. I grabbed a staff when one of my friends (A blonde haired fellow) said to me "Hannah, we need you to have a wand! We need your powers to come through a wand." Idk if that meant my powers are stronger when coming from a wand but I knew he was right. I knew that within the mansion there was an attic that held a special wand that was considered very powerful. I took Hermione Granger to help me search and find it. We went into the secret attic and were trying to find it as fast as we can. I noticed one of my friends from school was also searching for the wand. He was not part of my group so I had the feeling that the wand belonged to me and my group and not him. He found it. It was a long wand that almost looked like and ivory tree branch or stick but the handle on it was a more red color. I shouted to him "Hey Marco! (his name) that's my wand!" He responded, "I found it first!" Then I said, "well, let's let the wand decide." So I put it on the ground in the middle of us and called out to it with my mind (and sort of used telekenesis). The wand floated up to my hand and as soon as I had it I said "looks like it chose me....see ya!" And ran back to the battle. It worked well for me, shooting very powerful attacks and blocking other attacks.

I woke up.

Rocker340's Dream

It was the first day of school and I didn't have my schedule. I made it to first period just fine with no confusion, it was dark out. I got to 2nd period too then a teacher came in and said I didn't have my schedule so I quickly climbed out the cold wet concrete window as it now started to rain. I was in the quad and ran to the nearest entrance. I could see the cafateria on my right so I made my way down the hall I passed a teacher so I waved. I made it to the office and got a warm freshly printed schedule. I didn't know where my next class was though so I went up stairs to the first classroom I saw. It was dark and there were only 4 kids and the teacher helped me. Then it was time for lunch when I got there my friends were on a table outside I asked them why and they told me there wasn't enough room in the caf so I sat down and reached across the table for a bagel. Then I left school took the drivers ed car by myself down some back road whither a kid who didn't know how to use a Toyota I heard his dad in the back with a chain saw when I drove away I saw him in a tree cutting down branches I got back to the mechanics but couldn't get the car back to were it belonged and I panicked thankfully the mechanic helped me

WakingNomad's Dream

MONTULU, THE GREAT DESTROYER OF NOTHING!

I am Montulu, the Great Destroyer of Nothing. I am a giant monster inside my Temple of Nothing on the Green Moon. I grow a beacon out of my head, a beautiful green and gold light. “I AM THE GREAT MONTULU, DESTROYER OF NOTHING. I SUMMON THEE!”
I shoot a dark energy beam to earth to draw dreamers to me.
I see many. I morph into Juargawn, my cat beast self, and am a little angelic and demonic. Atras waves his arms and runs to me. “Hey man. I think I did it? Did I? Is this real? Is this a dream?”
“What do you think?”
“Well everything looks real,” he says doing a nose pinch RC.
“No... wait- I am dreaming. What are you doing in my dream? Is this a shared dream? Is this your dream? Are we in Mexico? Are you an alien? Why do all the people look like animals and aliens and superheroes? Why does that guy look like a talking plant? I am so confused! What is going on? This is amazing! Am a dreaming?” he says looking at his hands. He skin begins to change to a sky blue. “Oh my god!” he disappears.
Windhover appears standing next to me. We are leaning on staffs looking out at all the people. She is wearing a thick white robe with light green on the inside. She has a white wooden staff with leaves growing out of it. She seems tall and very ancient, like an elf queen that has lived for thousands of years, and has very slow emotional changes.
“How long do you think it will take, until we realize we are always dreaming, Nomad?”
“Lifetimes, probably, but at that point, we’ll finally have evolved into full awareness of the fourth and fifth dimensions, and we can exist in all five simultaneously in complete harmony.”
“Hm.. that makes sense.”
She suddenly morphs into a tall woman that looks half Asian and half white wearing a business suit. She sits down at a desk and starts drawing. I create some holograms which dance across the desk. “What is that?” I ask.
“Oh, it’s my visual DJ. I keep this in my dreams to help me remember things I want to draw.”
“What’s this?” she asks, referring to the holograms.
“That’s me, that’s MoSh, that’s Raven, that’s you, that’s Xaphor.... look...”
She looks at the holograms and claps her hands.
“How silly and amusing!”
“Oh, pardon me, I said that in Korean, and yet... I perceive you understood me?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“That is how things work in dreams. I am allied with an entity that translates all languages. I take the Babelfish from my ear, and it morphs into a fairy. She divides herself in two, one green, and one red. The red one flies to Windhover, and flies around her head.
“Hello, Fairy! I am waking up. Bye Nomad!”
I bow to her as she fades.
Raven flies down on a broom. “Hey Nomad? What are you doing? I was at Hogwarts. My students, some of them have greatly accelerated and are teaching me things. They have learned how to dimensional travel.”
“That is amazing.”
“Oh, I went to Denn, kicked some orc ass, then I told them, hey, be cool, why don’t we have some brownies and red wine with the humans and such. I infected them with a love virus. It was awesome.”
We high five and laugh.
“So is this shared dream project thing... oh, look at all the dreamers!”
There are many people below running around like ants. Some are building things, some are battling.
“Hey, you!” I shout. “All of you!” They look up at me. “You are all dreaming!”
Most of them do RC’s, and a lot of them wake up. A few of them run up the pyramid. I see Loaf standing in the corner looking up at the sky in silence.
Atras runs up the pyramid, and speaks to me out of breath.
“Oh my God, Nomad, I did the go back to bed thing. I re-entered. Did I remember the dream though?”
“I don’t know. Did you write it down?”
“No? I don’t know.” Atras smacks his head.
‘Why don’t you relax and enjoy the dream?”
Atras sits down and looks at the dreamscape. Flying cars and flying saucers flit about over the jungle canopy as the sun sets on the City of Nowhere.
“It is pretty amazing,” Atras says.
I smile and walk to Loaf. “I like this world. The other wold sucks. It’s a piece of shit.”
“I know how you feel,” I say.
Raven stands next to us, and we silently share healing energy as the sun goes down, and the earth rises.
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MischiefManaged Dream

I took a nap in the evening and as I was falling asleep I started to feel WILD sensations and see images floating around. I remembered that I had to go to Chichen Itza, so I tried to visualize the scene I wanted to enter. It took me quite some time to try to get it right, but eventually I found myself standing on the top of the train moving towards a big castle on a high speed.

The train stopped near the castle (blue brick walls, red roof), I jump on the ground and run to the woods nearby, visualizing the pyramid and expecting it to be behind the trees. I get out of the forest on the other side and see a small village. It’s a bright sunny day, a lot of people out, some street musicians are playing – quite a lively place.

Not so far away from the village I see the pyramid now (there is no beacon above it, but I didn’t set it, completely forgot about it). I come closer, observing it attentively, there are some people around it, then suddenly someone grabs my hand and the next second we’re both inside the pyramid. It looks like some sort of a labyrinth; walls are made of yellow stone and there is a lot of light, although I don’t see any lamps or candles.

I turn around to see the person who brought me in – it’s a young man, bold, he’s wearing a deep blue suit, the color similar to that of the castle walls. He has a very friendly appearance and it seems like he knows me. I tell him something, that I don’t remember now, and then ask “Did you see the others?”. “Who?”. “Dreamers” – I say. “I don’t know, I think there may be someone”. “We need to find them” – I say.

We start to run through the corridors and at this point my lucidity gets worse. Then he suddenly stops and says that I shouldn’t be here. I want to ask him why, but he’s already gone. Then I don’t remember good part of the dream – I only know that there was a crazy woman who tried to cut my hair off, remember getting rid of her.

Then I’m back in the corridor and I see 4 or 5 people – they look extremely familiar, but I can’t understand who they are. All of them instantly inform me that we should get out of the pyramid as soon as possible, because this dream is about to end.

We run away back through the woods to the castle, I’m trying to keep up with the crowd (idk why), but at the same time I want to leave a message to other people who may come here later. I take my wand and draw a big colorful face on one of the walls (in the dream that face meant something to me, don’t remember what) and also write something on the same wall (can’t recall). One of the girls tells me to hurry up, because I’m losing my braids. “Losing what?” I ask her and at this point I notice that I no longer look like myself, but like a man with a beard full of braids…And then I wake up.