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If end users have in the past had your system grind to a halt or dropped your It equipment you'll acknowledge how beneficial it can be to make a high quality archive of all your documents so that you can rewind your computer to a previous working version Historically complex recovery solutions have been reserved for successful firms that have enough financial clout for a tailor made method that is configured to achieve their specific needs, for many casual users the matter was quite another issue.
It wasn't long ago when home users were required to create a chest of tape discs for the purpose of getting their boot hard disk recovery files, additionally that sometimes necessitates the computer user was required to stay present during the computer during the whole archive activity to swap disks, and additionally make sure that the external media were clean and free from dirt otherwise they would be lumbered with corrupt backup files.

One of the annoyances with regular rescue files is the high breakdown ratio and the unfavourable time consumption it requires, frequently with these ordinary backup mediums buyers were lumbered with damaged information sectors that could prevent programs, files, or even the operating system from launching.
This is particularly annoying after consumers have spent a whole afternoon creating the storage files, and then an additional whole afternoon restoring your images only to discover that it doesn't work. Of course this wasn't a functioning method and the computing sector yearned for a more dependable means to safeguard their data.
Evolution in building of system drives has in the end made it achievable to gain access to large deposit drives quite cheaply, so owners now posess ample space to keep rescue files of their disc drives.

There is a minor problem to holding archives on your disk drive unfortunately; it frequently means that if end users suffer a substantial electrical surge or have the device stolen it can mean that end users lose all your information, as well as the archives.



This demans for online backup, online backup services competently act a bit like a remote backup server permitting the end users to keep copies of their libraries on another party server, with a effective company like ElephantDrive which will store your data closely guarded and prevent information redundancy challenges if owners result in misplacing or damaging their laptop.
This is specifically reasonable for buyers who do their job off laptops, for example mobile workers, because it says a copy of their content are routinely made on the background and transferred to the closely guarded server during the time the worker is busy conducting more important work.

The most astonishing advantage with online backup is that it keeps a copy of your most recent documents, so anything end users edit is immediately sent to the secure offsite server away from accidental damage.
Very different from a ordinary backup will be obstructive in that end users will only be capable of recovering information since the previous time consumers made the archive, this could be many months ago, which is really no good as it may possibly mean that end users have to perform all of your sensative task. Smart laptop owners will potential online storage companies by taking a look at some online backup services

Online backup is for the most part both a archive and a sharing mechanism, and it isn't required to be kept for hardcore workshop owners, casual owners can operate online storage to keep their valuable images in case they misplace their tablet pc devices.

When applications and malware cause your entire system to slow to a halt, it's helpful to have a set of backups that you can rebuild from; in this article I will debate lots of backup solutions.

Just one of the most favoured ways to make archives is to make storage files of your whole hard drive; it's a surefire technique to create a image that is guaranteed to work when you recover it. What's amazing about image rescue files is that your device will be rebuilt to precisely the mode when you use the image to restore from. Consumers can use program like Areca to create archive images that are zipped to minimize drive space. Image backups are amazing, although they indeed use up a lot of storage space and the machine cannot be utilized whilst the imaging is taking place.

Predicted number of individuals projected to implement disk backups
July 2011 - 36,750
August 2011 - 84,400
September 2011 - 110,150
The simplest backup strategy is simply copying your most important documents onto a USB stick, you can simply archive all the contents of your storage from your hard drive and onto external drive, and with the abundance of high memory flash storage it means consumers can archive your full files. More significantly this is a easy strategy to activate, and requires no programs, so entry level owners can archive with this technique without any trouble.

The down-side to saving using USB drives is that users can end up with versioning problems with many diverse versions of the documents scattered all over the place. Furthermore small flash drives can be lost simply and have data loss concerns after a little time



The latest approach is online backup, owners simply pay a tiny bi-annual fee to hire storage space on the internet, and are given with software that will maintain all of their backups, documents and other selected files which are transmitted through a encrypted internet connection and stored on the web server almost as soon as they are modified. Which says that buyers have a backup nearabout instantly, making online backup services the most dynamic technique.
It will pay dividends to review some online backup services to ensure end users have the most effective plausible data before signing up to a company.

The hinderance for online backup is that computers operaters are quite afraid of uploading all their documents on another firm's server, because of the risk of data corruption or robbery.
However plenty of services have gone for high encryption technology and secure connections to make their solutions as abuse proof as feasible. The fear is brainless, since laptop users sign up to public email accounts with providers like Rocketmail where they keep many private documents, corrospondence, passwords on anyway.

The best laptop users will posess a multitude of various recovery solutions at hand; ideally all formats should be adapted for the strongest level of protection.

Interesting night's sleep. Went to bed at 11:30pm because my room mate went to bed early to rest before his final. I didn't get to set my alarm because of that, so I was kind of upset.

I had pretty decent recall, but still didn't write notes during the night, which would dramatically increase my recall I think because once I get one little detail of a dream, the rest just seems to light up spontaneously in my memory. I didn't get a lot of deep sleep last night either sadly even though I was pretty exhausted. I woke up throughout the night and reaffirmed my intention to realize the dreaming state and look at my hands. Maybe this is working I don't know.

Mistakes:
1) No CAN, no alarm.
2) Didn't RC enough throughout the day.
3) Didn't attempt the indirect techniques upon awakening. I don't stay still and keep my eyes closed without the alarm, I need to just develop the habit.

Solutions:
1) Consciously RC throughout the day whenever I walk through doors and at random times
2) Bring up the intention to look at my hands in my dream
3) Before sleep, reaffirm that I won't move and will perform the techniques upon awakening throughout the night.

Basketball Fragment
Something about basketball. Coworkers play on a team against real pros. I am surprised that the lazy slobs at my office could be any good at basketball. Apparently, one of the coaches is a girl and she is really good at studying other teams and developing plays that find holes in their defense. Another guy I recognize plays as a forward, which I think is weird because he isn't very tall.

attempted to WILD but instead found myself in this DILD

A Small Room
Method DILD (absurdity)
Lucidity C
Vividness B
Control C
1145: Not much happened in this dream but I recall a lot of detail so my description seems long. I am sitting at a computer, typing. (Funny, that's exactly what I'm doing right now IWL as I type this. But I digress...) So in the dream, I'm sitting at an old computer with an old DOS-like terminal screen and an old clunky keyboard. I am in the middle of typing something when I decided test how fast I can type. I pause and think to type "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." Then I try to type as fast as I can, but really I'm just mashing the keyboard. I have a moment of self-awareness: Wait, why am I doing this? This is silly. Oh, I'm dreaming.

I am lucid. I stand up and turn around to get a sense of where I am. I am in a small room with no windows. It's lit by one small light bulb. There are two small desks with chairs that take up almost the whole room. Overall, it seems like a large closet or small attic space that was converted into a home office. At one end of the room, the ceiling is sloped which to me suggests I'm on the top floor of a house with a sloped roof. This remind me a bit of the closet in the bedroom of my old SAV house. But otherwise, the room is unfamiliar to me.

I weakly recall that my plan was just to remain lucid and maintain self-control. At this moment, I feel a wave of sensation from my physical body and the dream starts to become unstable. I try to remain calm and focus my vision on the room to anchor myself back in the dream. I rub my hands and things feel okay for now. I take a step toward the wall and touch it with my right hand. It is a very typical wall: drywall with white paint. It is slightly rough to the touch and so realistic and that gets me a little excited. I marvel at how such a mundane activity in waking life can be so interesting in a dream. I run my hand along the wall for about 15 seconds.

Now I turn to the other desk in the room and notice the chair. It's a very small office chair on castor wheels, like the one I keep in my utility closet. I pull it out to sit down. For some reason, the idea off sitting down in a chair with create deliberateness and awareness appeals to me as a lucid task. This seems like the behavior of a playful person who is drunk or high. ("Oh dude! Check out this chair, man! I really want to sit in it!") So yeah. I start to sit down but then I feel another wave of sensation from my physical body. I am slowly pulled out of the dream and wake up.

The first part of the dream I remember is in my house's living room. There was a girl there, who had some kind of supernatural power or curse (It's a bit hazy in my memory). I was talking to her a bit and eventually just stayed with her through the night. She was in pain and kept warning me about what she could become. Eventually she fell asleep or something and, losing focus on her, I wandered off. The dream transitioned to some battlefield in WWII. I don't remember what side I was fighting for, but it reminded me alot of Day of Defeat. I was behind enemy lines and actually went on a rampage. Something like seven or eight kills, a few of which were handed to hand because the ammo in my loaded mags were exhausted. I don't remember much else beyond this.

Later, another dream. I was at a water park of some sort. A really strange one because all the pools were small and nasty looking. I actually saw myself from when I was young. (Should have RC'd ) and watched myself for a bit before moving into the park. I jumped in one of the pools at one point but scrambled out because of how nasty it looked. I eventually left the water park to get on a nearby roller coaster. It was a big wooden one similar to a real roller coaster local to me. The queue was really themed, it reminded me of some of the rides at Disneyland. The ride attendants kept trying to hand me a 'ride passport' or something but I kept refusing. I got up to the ride eventually with some other DC's. My seat (similar to other rollercoaster dreams) had no safety harnesses or restraints. Before I could get off, the train departed. Either I don't remember the ride itself or it was a really short one. We never actually came back to the station in fact. I just got off. Things get a little hazy here, but the next part I remember is walking into a labyrinth where I had to retrieve some item. The place was terrifying, lots of large bugs on the walls (which actually came up with identifiers when I looked at them). One of these things was 'Fearless Spider' which kept lunging at me, and eventually crawled up the walls onto the ceiling and dropped on me. Nearly pissing my pants and this point, I ran out of the place screaming like a little girl.

Another dream, actually right after I woke up the first time, then dozed off again. I was speaking with a DC girl who I know in real life. I don't know where the dream transitioned but some rival of hers who happened to be a trucker picked us up and started driving. A highway patrolman drove up behind him and flashed his lights, but the trucker didn't pull over. He just kept going. I was eating something at this point and actually made eye contact with the highway patrolman DC and shrugged because I had no idea what was going on. Then the vehicle split in two and I was driving a part of it. I don't know where this transition took place but there was the highway patrolman chasing the trucker, and me with the girl DC slowing down and making a U turn so we could head back. At this point, I woke up.

Fragments: Belly Button Lips
I'm living in a house with a bunch of people, and the number of people living there keeps increasing, so I leave to get away from the crowd. And apparently I have a baby boy. So I go to another house and sit on the front porch. The baby begins to suck on my belly and chest, alternatively sucking and blowing to make farting sounds.

At one point he sucks on my belly button, and undoes it. The knot comes apart and skin flaps rise up. The move around like they have a life of their own, forming lips that open and close.


Fragments: Zombie Muppets
There are a bunch of muppets, and the last two I see are zombies. The I see my hometown with zombies everywhere. A group of people are carrying two severed zombie heads in mesh bags. One of the heads wakes up, and wants to know what's happening. ALthough obviously a zombie, he seems to be himself, and is sad to discover he's just a severed head

So last night I finally got a chance to get more sleep. I skipped night three as I only slept for 2-3 hours.

I experienced my first false false awakaning and i'm kind of upset that I didn't catch it untill I fully awoke. That's what I get for not drinking my vitamin water before bed, because I can't remember anything.

I also found out that stairing at something hypnotizing for 10 minutes can cause hypnoses to some extent, i don't remember what all it effects but it does increase relaxation. I figured pairing this with my vitamin water and Repeating "I will be in a lucid dream" till I fall asleep may work. It takes some time to do this before I sleep but if this works then I may finally have something valuable to contribute to this community.

P.S.: My love life is clouding my brain at the moment and is making it hard for my recall. It's thrown a rench in my plans, but nothing I can't over come with some work.

Didnt get much sleep last night, only about 4 hours. Guess ill have to get the routine down tonight.

12/07/2010
"The Z Hunters"

I was on a relic hunt, a member of a team of people around my age. Opposite us was a rival team, who I believe was lead by DV Member JEFF777 (Geoff). The object of the hunt was some old metallic article of clothing that gave the wearer immense power (a glove, I think. Not sure, though). We actually started out with powers of our own, comparable to DBZ characters, and we had to complete all of these different challenges, to get ahead of the other team. Hilariously enough, the first challenge had something to do with our teams fighting to make the craziest sandwich, out of ingredients that were being stored in this secret, underground produce aisle. It was literally a mixture between a grocery store aisle - tile walls, lighting and all - and a rocky, cavernous tunnel. I don't remember much of this contest, or who one.

Later, the teams had whittled themselves down to just Geoff. There was a lot going on, and we ended up coming upon an event where cops had a house surrounded, and there was some sort of hostage situation going on inside. We had been told that the relic would be inside the house, and we had to somehow make our way inside to get it, without drawing the attention of the police. We stood on a nearby rooftop, staring over at the chaotic scene - each trying to gauge the best way of going about this. Suddenly, we got our break. For some odd reason, the cops had the 'genius' idea to act as if they were leaving the scene, and succumbing to the will of the hostage taker. Instead, what they did was take the entire force - cars and all - and move them...to the house next door. They then climbed over the rooftop, trying to stay hidden - even though it was broad daylight - and moved into the backyard, making their way into the connecting yard and trying to storm the house from the back. Geoff and I immediately took this as our chance.

Racing each other, we both launched off of the roof, streaking across the sky and busting into the house through one of the walls, neck and neck. We knew we had to work fast, because the police were coming up, and would be there any second. We subdued the criminal, and saved the hostage, who was some pretty attractive chick that I believe was tied to a chair(?) After that. We scrambled to look for the relic, but soon found out it wasn't there. The girl was actually a part of the 'game.' She was a piece of a scavenger hunt, and informed us that the relic was actually somewhere in the mountains (but she gave us more precise directions than that. ). And before the cops even knew we were there, Geoff and I blasted off again, taking flight toward the mountains. The chase was insane. We were more like dog-fighting fighter jets; each jockeying for position and trying to knock each other out of the race, all while we sped over the terrain, toward the relic. We spared nothing, firing energy blasts at each other, along the way, and then streaking into close-quarters, mid-air melee before rocketing away and trying to gain the lead once again.

I don't actually remember who ended up winning the race. (Imagine that. ) All I remember after the battle is returning to the house where the girl had been held hostage, hanging out with her, and then the two of us having some pretty intense sex.

All that power, and no lucidity, though.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

Night of December 7-8

I'm in the kitchen of House #1, looking up somebody's phone number on my cell phone. It looks like a calculator, but it has a two-line display, and the number is stored in it. Then, my dad, P. and I have a conversation via text messages about camping. I see the text messages on the screen of this calculator-phone thing. My dad says, “Want to go camping?” I say, “I love camping! Do we have to go in winter, though?” My dad says he doesn't expect us to go in winter. [There was a text message from P. in there somewhere, but I don't remember what it said.]

Then, my dad comes into the room, and he and I argue about how to retrieve the phone numbers of past incoming callers from the house phone. [My dad and I had figured this out together in real life the evening before I had this dream, but the phone in the dream had a much bigger, much more complicated two-panel display than our real house phone has.]

Night of December 8-9

There's an area where some sort of armed conflict has been taking place. There is an organization of people called “Help the Hungry” who are providing food to the survivors by parachuting in with it and by air-dropping it.

I'm in the bombed-out, roofless, empty remains of a small, single-story house that had only one or a few rooms. There is a rectangular box in the middle of the floor of the largest room. All the sides of the box are on fire, but there is a single hard-boiled egg in the center of the box, and it's not burning. I know that it was air-dropped there by Help the Hungry. Oh, a dream, I realize. I decide to go out of the house and explore. I turn around, toward another section of the house, a rectangular section where the wall at one of the narrow ends has been blown up. There's too much rubble between me and the opening for me to walk through conveniently, so I fly over it.

Once I get outside, I discover that the house is in the middle of a wide-open, flat, grassy field, lined with trees around the edges. [Now that I think of it, it resembles the one at the park closest to House #1, only the one in the dream is bigger, has more trees, and has no roads or other buildings in sight.] There is only one other person there, standing right near me as I'm flying just a few feet above the ground. He says something to me [that I don't remember now]. His tone doesn't sound hostile, but I know that he's part of the group responsible for bombing the house, so I want to get away from him quickly. I start flying straight up to escape. He makes a grab for my legs to catch me, but misses. I continue ascending, and the dream starts to fade. Gray blotches appear and spread, blotting out the sky around me.

When I found myself back in bed, I thought, No, I'm not done yet, with resolve. I didn't want this dream to be over already. I remained perfectly still and concentrated on visualizing the dream I'd just been having. I remember thinking, Please... please... please...

...and then I'm back in the sky above that same grassy field, falling toward it just as fast as I had been flying away from it. I do a faceplant into the grass, but feel no sensation at all, neither impact nor deceleration nor pain. I'm now lying on my stomach in the grass. Three or four people about my own age are crouched down in front of me, watching me as I push myself up. I try to speak, but for some reason, although my mind is sending the right commands, my mouth won't work. Instead, I smile and wave at the young woman on the right, who smiles and waves back. As I'm getting up, I keep trying to speak, and after a few seconds, I succeed in getting my mouth to work. I say something like, “Hi, I'm (Emiko). Hide me from anyone other than the Help the Hungry people, will you? I don't think they like me very much.” By “they” I mean the group responsible for bombing the house, and the reason I don't think they like me very much is that I ran (well, flew) away from them. The others seem to accept me, and we all walk away across the field as a group. [That's the last I remember.]

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Side notes:

I was getting to be kind of annoyed that I'd had dreams featuring House #1, one of my dream signs, for two nights in a row without going lucid. Last night, I started to do more serious RCs again, and changed up my before-bed affirmations, making them more along the lines of, “When I'm in an unfamiliar place, especially House #1, I realize that I'm dreaming.” It seems to have worked.

Also, this is the second time that a dream has started to fade right when I've been flying upward. I think it's because both times, I was concentrating exclusively on the act of flying, not paying any attention at all to the environment around me. Lesson learned: In the future, look around more when flying. (Yay for DEILDs, though! I'm so glad I know that trick and can pull it off successfully. )

Dream 1-- Fighting my Grandpa

I am in this large courtyard. There are green tables with green benches underneath. The tables are circular and the benches are really just platforms that people can sit on. They look normal, I'm probably just describing it poorly. There are maybe seven all around this courtyard, which is grey slabs of something underneath me. It's day time and by some weird voice or just by intuition I am summoned to fight my grandfather in the center of this arena.

I put up my fists and so does he. I jab and hit him square in the forehead causing his face to recoil. He skins looks darker than usual, and he isn't moving around very much. He is semi-smiling and I punch him again. He starts talking to me but I can't remember what he says.

Why would I be fist fighting with my grandpa??

Dream 2-- Apartment Disturbance

I am in an apartment at the outskirts of some amusement park. I must be some live in employee or servant because I'm bored and there is nothing or me to do. I look around for something to keep me occupied. The room is dimly light by a lamp in between two twin size beds, which altogether appear as if I'm in a motel. There is a sink in the distance with a mirror behind it and a bathroom obviously to the right but its behind a wall with a painting on it.

As I'm looking around, I see a lot of cards in a pile. These cards have red backing with a white circle in the middle. Somehow these cards seem very valuable to me even though they are standard, 52-card decks. I start to collect them and put them in order. After a while, there is a knock on my door. I don't really know what to do and I'm thinking about a plan of action, but my body just reacts and moves toward the door and opens it without checking or anything.

This family of four walks in. It's a father, mother, son, and daughter. The son and daughter are blonde, with the boy being a little bit older than the girl. I don't remember many other specifics. Their excuse for knocking was that they needed directions to find a way out of the park, but I don't think I ever gave them directions. There is actually this awkward pause in the action between when they walk in and when they decide to leave. i feel like it's just a floating interim where nothing happens; no sounds, no movement, nothing. Then, after this little gap, they say well we better get going and start to leave.

I look around and say something along the lines of accusing the kids of taking my cards but in a joking tone. They say "awww" because I busted them and return some of the cards. I see cards like the 3 of diamonds, this card uniquely stands out in my memory. Somehow I know they haven't returned all the cards but I let them go anyway.

It isn't many days since I had this dream - I just don't remember when

Background: The Battlefield series is a warfare based FPS/Shooter/vehicle game.
I have been playing this series since BF:1942 (1942+addons, vietman, BF2, Modern Warfare, 2142 - Bad company 2).

Im pretty sure the above game had influence on my dream

Well. The dream started as I was high in the air, in a Black Hawk helicopter.

Down on the ground, I can see lots of action (Explosions, gun fights, tanks, falling trees etc.)
And in the air, theres anti-air explosions and airplanes.
Its a small island, with light blue water, beautiful trees and Hell on Earth.
I'm feeling very cool and supperior until--------------Some guy shoots down our Black Hawk 10 seconds before we're about to dive and land(Could be a plane shooting... hmm...).
I remember being half in shock, as the chopper is falling 150km/h down towards the ground(VEEEEEEEERY life like) - 20-30 metres before the ground me and another from the '6 i think' man crew jumps out and quickly pulls our parachutes while watching the chopper make a giant explosion, and killing lots of (I THINK it was vietcong) people.

We land on the ground very quickly, and unite with our new squad leader (No name remembered).
A big supply truck stops as we're about to enter the small island forest, and supplies us with new weapons, grenades etc.
A few seconds later, we're in action yet again. Explosions and bullets flying around the whole scene, and people dying on every 'team'.
I remember a guy running out in the open to throw mines close to some APC/Tank like vehicle, and he succeeds but gets shot short after.
The rest is just me owning a lot of ppl, while running alone for some weird reason.

I woke up in the morning (More like the evening) and my heart was in a rush, and I had a feeling that I was about to puke all over my bed (Didn't do it, tho )

Very cool dream, and it's my goal to enter the same island and fight back the vietcong sometimes in the not too far future.

1. - This is my first experience with Lucid Dreaming, and I guess its about 6-8 years since I had it.
I remember me and my sister on a small road near our house.
We see 2+ police cars pulling over, and running into a class mate of mine's house (Actually he live's at the other side of town - Real life).
I get shocked and ask my sister what he could have done wrong.
She simply answers 'It's just a dream, he didnt do anything'. Shes my big sister, and of course I believed her.
In a second the police officers were gone, and I dont remember what happened next.

2. - This is maybe 4-5 years ago, I had the same dream 5-6+ times duing a couple of weeks.
The setup was my old pre school mixed with the actual school.
2 class mates, an unknown and me are running towards a security room, in wich there is a radar.
(In the previous dreams I remember T-rex and other various dinosaurs (I was a big fan as a child))
In the very last dream <-- this dream, I remember the unknows guy (Blond albino like kid) - Telling me he doesn't want to go the the security room. I ask him why he doesnt want to be safe there, and I simply answers me(Like my sister did) - That I'm dreaming, and last time he died after I woke up :/

I really doenst remember the 3rd. Other than I know I was told that I was dreaming, once again

Well. Again the only thing I can remember is just a little fragment of the whole dream.
I'm driving with a friend of mine, just as we were last night (The same night this dream accured - But real life)
We're just talking and chilling while driving in the snow, but suddenly we get chased by a very aggresive car, whom I have no idea who is driving.

<-- I had a dream earlier too, but due to too early activity I forgot that almost immediately

I guess I have to mention this first, as I find it pretty important.
I've been a daily user of marjiuanna for the past 2 years, but due to unimployment and brokeness, its at a minimum at this time - Wich I find a good thing, as i VERY rarely remember my dreams while I have been smoking in the night time.

Well. My memory of the dream starts as I'm at the ocean preparing my mothers ashes. (I got the feeling she'd be buried at sea).
Around me is my closest family, friends and my MOTHER? (Can't believe this didnt ring a little bell).
- This is about it. At least what I remember of it.

The next dream is also just a fragment.
I remember walking into a Big building with many windows, and electrical stairs.
(After waiking up, I remember this place, as I've been there in the dream world Many times in various dreams.

I really can't believe I didn't see any of the above as obvious signs of dreaming.

Gotta work with RC's and Dream recalling.