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So, before I start rambling about whatever dreams I may have had last night I'd like to say that... It's very strange. I dreamt of getting a kitten the other night, and yesterday I got two kittens Yay! Dreams=real.
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Enough of that.

So, dream. Yes. Ahem. Er. Anyway....

It all started out with me in the woods somewhere. There was a house I was supposed to find and I was just kind of wandering around this very sparse neighborhood surrounded by trees. It resembled Felton, that's in California... in Santa Cruz county. Possibly Ben Lomand. Like that. Anyhow, here I am wandering around looking for a house that to my knowledge may or may not exist, and I go finding it. Fancy that. So I find it, stand around outside it for a while, go inside and it's empty. I'm not quite sure if I'm supposed to live there or wait for someone, so I simply wait. And since when you expect that something is going to happen in a dream, it generally happens. D stopped by and we went somewhere.

Next thing I know I'm in a very odd store with D. I say it is odd because they're mostly selling gigantic pans and ice cream cakes. I marvel at their perfect mint chocolate ice cream cake and compare it to the one I made a few weeks ago, wondering how they got the ice cream so perfectly level.

D is admiring a very large pan for fitting a whole chicken in. I note that you could probably fit 50 tofurkey logs inside of it. A boy of about 18 or 19 comes up and they start talking very animatedly about the pan and its many uses. I'm rather bored. I like cooking things in pans, but I don't generally like standing around speculating on pans themselves.

I walk outside and there is a woman in a sleek black car waiting for me. She tells me to get in, so I do.

I vaguely remember someone, possibly while in the car, asking me which route it is that they should take on their journey around the country. I take the map and begin mapping out the route that D and I took last summer. I start it around San Francisco, moving down to Arizona and New Mexico, up to Colorado and all through the states until it swerves around up and down 'til New York. I make a note to stress stopping in Toledo, Ohio. The map seemed to be made of clay and I was simply molding the way there.

So, I'm in the car with the woman. She says she's going to drive me back in Santa Cruz because there are people who would like very much to see me. I look down and realize I'm wearing some cut off shorts that would be perfect for jumping in the ocean.

Driving there doesn't take long at all, and I can see the huge wide ocean approaching swiftly. We're driving on the beach and I press my hands against the glass window, longingly wishing I could jump out and into the water. The woman snaps at me and tells me I can do that on my own time and not when I'm going to get covered in sand and get it all over her nice fancy car. I scoff at this and sit angrily, wanting to jump in the ocean. I never got to. I was bitter.

Last night was the first time I really tried lucid dreaming, but it didn't work. I had a lot of dreams that I half remember about my friends, XC teammates, and the kids I watched this summer.

Had a lucid yesterday that i can't remember today. Didn't have a chance to put it up then. Had a few non lucids that were crap so thats it.

Non-lucid
Lucid[/COLOR]

I did as i always do, i DILD'ed. The dream itself started with me laying on a grassy hill with nothing in sight, other than other grassy hills. Then it hit me, i don't live in an area where there are grassy hills. I stood up, and decided that i wanted to swim, so i turned the grassy hills, into a big ocean. I swam all over the place, i saw whales, sharks, and all kinds of weird fish. At one point, it got boring, so i summoned a shark-man hybrid to fight with. I had for some reason, forgotten to give myself powers, as i obviously could not match his/its? strenght, but before i knew it, the shark-man was right in front of me, hit me in the face. Luckily, my dream control is so good, that it didn't really damage my dream vividness. So i had a relatively long, and good fight, that ended with me chockeslamming him/it to the bottom of the ocea, causing his/its death. Then i summoned some waves, and a surfboard, surfed for some time, and then my dream ended suddenly.

13.09.2010

Nonsensical WILD (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was really just going for an early-afternoon nap and hoping for a lucid dream, but it turned into a WILD. I felt my arm move, seemingly of its own accord. I took control of it, and used it to prop myself up on the bed. I opened my eyes as I did so. I could see my room. But I could also see my real room, I had opened my real eyes! The dream-room "fizzled" away and was replaced by my real room. I closed my eyes and tried again. This time, I was able to move freely much more quickly. I waited until I had sat up completely before opening my eyes. I could see the dream room fine. I cautiously got out of bed, keeping in mind how important it was not to move my real body. As soon as I had gotten into a standing position (ie, something totally different to the way I was sleeping), I jumped around a bit to anchor myself.

What followed was a disjointed series of false awakenings (all in different beds in my house) and short lucid dreams. In one, I had a jacuzzi bath with a beautiful girl. The jacuzzi kept emptying itself though. I employed various methods of control to keep the water in place, including THE PLUG, then "believing it would stay full", and leaving the taps on. The jets were also far too powerful. All-in-all, not a successful romantic encounter. Thanks dream-bath.



In another, I was convinced I had fallen asleep with headphones in. The sound of music premeated the dream, and I felt sure that it was coming from an external source. When I awoke, I realised I hadn't gone to sleep with headphones in, so I either imagined the music, or it came from elsewhere in my house. I recognised part of "Stacey's Mom" by Fountains of Wayne.

Later, I was in the passenger seat of my dad's car. But it was being driven by my mum, who has never driven the car in real life. I asked her a question I can no longer recall. But her reply was startling. I can't remember it either, but my reply was,
"Whoa, my mind is really getting good at simulating you! That's exactly the kind of thing you would say!" In making that statement, I wondered if my subconscious was taking note of my approval, or if "it" was even able to take messages in such a way. I'm beginning to think of my subconscious less as an entity, and more of a mass of random/chaotic thoughts, which occasionally come together to form convincing situations in my dreams. As we were travelling along the motorway, I pondered how I could actually make use of this lucid time. I remembered the task of the month then. It was a surprise that I recalled it, despite reading it once about half a month ago and deciding it was probably too hard. "Shrink yourself to the atomic level". An idea occured to me. Feeling the gearstick, I found that the top flipped open to reveal a red and a blue button. I assumed, naturally, that the red button was to transform the car into a rocket car, a la "Men in Black". The Blue, I reasoned, would be to shrink the car and its occupants. I pressed it once. The car shot forward and got a little bit smaller. But I stayed the same size. Now I had to bend over to avoid hitting my head off the roof. I pressed it a few more times, but all it did now was give the car a momentary speed boost.

Before I woke up, I heard my brother calling me. The first time, I completely ignored him. The second time, I had to do a small DEILD to keep dreaming. After the third, I realised he was now right outside my room and wasn't going to give up. I forced myself awake. What an asshole.

Managed to salvage a fragment of a longer dream that I awoke too briefly from to hang on to more than a few details. All I remember involved a scene that resembled NCIS wherein there was that kind of office space with a handful of people standing around pretending to be witty until a passive-aggressive, older grumpy guy walked through hastily and told everyone what to do.

I'm quite disappointed I went through the entire weekend without a single good dream to record. Granted I spent most of Saturday and Sunday evenings taking heavy naps and I didn't get much sleep Saturday night...well, now that I put it that way I guess it's not surprising. I want to avoid saying I'm in a dry spell again, but it kinda feels like it.

It wass before school and my brother,his friend, and i went to some random parking lot and found our bikes then my brother said lets not take these they arnt ours then my brothers friend started doing flips over me and my brother decided to take the bikes home then we just randomly ended up at home playing video games and my mom wasnt picking up thphone when gradma kept calling her and i knew it was gradma because it was her special ring tone and my mom wouldnt pick the phone up so on the 15th time she called my brother picked up the phone then i woke up.

It was night time and i was home alone with my dog then my dog wanted to go outside so i let her outside a few seconds later i hear her crying and so i ran outside and there was a cayote corning my dog so i beat the cayote to death before it could harm my dog.

Originally Posted by Waking journal:

Today was supposed to be a day off, but i filled in for a co-worker. The day wasn't entirely horrible, and work was almost fun. I had the best home made lunch. Tonight I'll remember to jot down all my dreams if i wake up so that i do not forget them.

I remember nothing. Once again I feel like I've been hit by a train, everything aches, and I feel like I've been awake all night.

Side notes:
JILD Day 2- Nothing
JILD Test Summary - Inconclusive, not enough days.

DJ Log: September 13, 2010 – Morning, 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: I forgot to take my B6, Ginkgo, and fish oil with my dinner, so I took them at about 9:30PM, which caused me to have many issues falling asleep. I stayed up for a few more hours that I would usually stay up, reading a few articles on DV before my eyelids became heavy. I crawled into bed around 4:00AM)

I am standing in a a house trailer that belongs to my grandmother. I am quite familiar with the layout of the rooms and everything inside. I immediately became lucid, as I know my grandmother had passed away many years ago and her trailer is no longer a place I would visit. My mom was in the living room, and I was standing in front of the breakfast bar in the kitchen. I talk with my mom for a bit about why we are here. She explains that my grandmother was in the hospital and we were here for a visit. After talking a bit more, she walks back into the bedroom. I walk out into the living room and lay down on the couch to watch some TV, but the remote control will not work. I put the remote down and got up to push the buttons on the TV. The buttons do not work. I check the power cord to make sure it's plugged in, and everything looks like it's connected. After staring at the blank screen for a bit, trying to make it do something, I gave up. No TV! I lay back down on the couch and drift off to sleep. (Note: dream within dream.) I was having a short lucid dream, of which I cannot recall any details, when my mom came in the room yelling about something. I don't recall what she was yelling about. I woke up from the embedded dream, sort of irritated, and yelled back at my mom. I said, “You ruined a perfectly good lucid dream, please stop yelling and leave me alone for a little while.” While I was yelling, I raised my hands to make gestures and saw that my fingers didn't look quite right. After yelling, my mom went back into the bedroom, grumbling under her breath. I look at my hands again and count 7 fingers on the left hand and 8 on my right. My fingers were quite deformed. They were skinny and bent around, some of them crossing over each other. I began rubbing my hands together briskly while I stand up and walk toward the bathroom. The first thought on my mind was, “Find a mirror! I have a definite mission to complete."

I enter the bathroom and look into the vanity mirror, while rubbing my hands together to help keep things stable. I am trying to remain calm and collected while my face quickly melts down and my eyes fall down below my nose. I observe for a few seconds before looking away from the mirror to look at my hands. I stop rubbing my hands and look back into the mirror. My face is moving in and out as I breathe, gaining more depth in the third dimension with each breath. I slowly raise my right hand in front of my face and my fingers flew off and go into my right eye socket. There are a couple of very long skinny fingers still attached that are trying to go up my nose. I lower my hand slightly and all of my fingers come out of my eye socket and reattach to my hand. When I raise my hand slightly, my fingers go into my eye socket again. The repeatable transition point seems to be once the fingers raise past the nose in the mirror. I raise my hand higher and my whole hand goes into my right eye socket, all the way to the elbow. All of my fingers begin falling out of my nose, bounce off the sink and go into my left eye socket. I lower my hand slowly and all of my fingers reattach themselves.

I continue to stare in the mirror, watching my eyes stretch so wide my eyeballs almost fall out. Suddenly, I hear someone call my name from outside the bathroom. I look at the door, and notice that I had forgot to close it completely. I run to the door and push it shut the rest of the way. I walk back to the vanity mirror and decide to stretch it all the way down to the floor so I can walk through it. Feeling a bit rushed because I know someone is walking toward the bathroom, I grab the bottom of the mirror frame and pull it firmly towards the floor. The mirror offers some resistance, but complies with the stretch. While pulling the mirror down, the sink and cabinet disappear into the floor. As soon as I finish stretching the mirror, an older guy walks into and through the bathroom, into a connecting room. He is giving me the “death look” as he walks by. I stare back at him with a very defensive, angry glare while he passes. I look back at the mirror and touch the glass. My fingers pass through the glass without any resistance. It is very cold on the other side of the glass. I take a step back and walk into the mirror, only to bounce off of the glass. The surface would no longer give way and let me through.

I am getting frustrated with the mirror, and decide to abandon it and walk out of the bathroom. I walk outside, through the kitchen window and climb along a chain-link fence on top of a narrow concrete retaining wall. I came upon some bushes along the fence which are scratching my legs on the way by. The feeling of the scratches sent waves of chills through my body and caused me to nearly lose my grip on the fence. I looked at my hands for a brief moment and my fingers were thoroughly wrapped around the top of the fence. The wall leads me into a very small, one room house. The walls are blue-gray and so was the floor. There is a small window on each side of the room, but no doors. I can see a close neighbor cooking food on the stove from one side, and someone talking on the phone to the other side. The third window is as black as outer space. The room was entirely empty, except for a small wooden chair in the corner. There seems to be nothing of interest in here, so I exit through the same window which I came. I climb up and walk along the fence and return to the trailer I came from before. There is very little detail on the return journey along the fence.

I climb in the kitchen window and find a huge pile of rare-cooked steak laying all over the stove top. It smells freshly cooked, and has a pile of fresh blood puddling under the steaks. I pick up a piece of steak and try to eat it. It was as heavy as a rock, tough as leather, and tasted like rotting flesh. I throw the steak on the floor and try to eat another piece. It is also tough as leather, but has no taste. I throw the second piece of steak on the floor also. A puddle of blood begins to form around the steaks on the floor. I look at my hands, counting 8-9 fingers on each hand that are very long and skinny. There is a lot of blood dripping from my fingers. I rub my hands together and I can feel the slimy blood smearing around all over them. The smell of rotting flesh begins to fill the air. I rub my hands on my pants to clean them off.

The layout of the trailer has completely changed during my outside excursion. There is no longer a bathroom in the hallway next to the kitchen. The living room is now a large dining room with a formal setting. There are candles in the center of the table and all of the places are set. I cannot find an exterior door, anywhere. A mirror is visible through a doorway in a different bathroom. I walk into the bathroom and find a mirrored shower door. I back up and run as fast as I can into the mirror, passing through it with no resistance. This was the dream's exit.

All I can remember is that it's night-time, and I'm at my dream version of LostInLA's house. When I go inside she is around a corner at her computer, and some strange man is in the house. It turns out to be her brother.

The end.

Shocking, shocking recall last night. Woke up a few times, dreams on the tip of my tongue... all have is one meager fragment...

<B>Dream 1</B>

I am at work, and a carton of stock arrives. There is a yellow envelope in it, which suggests freebies for me. I open it and there are two DS games in it. A copy of Art Academy, and a copy of the New Scribblenauts game... but it is like on of the preowned games, that has a made up cover.

The End.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Hello there. I don't recall ANY dreams last night. Maybe it's because I just slept five hours, or maybe it's because I lent my awesomeness to my girlfriend, who knows? Anyways I will give you guys one last old LD. This one's pretty memorable (even though I almost remember them all) and I had no trouble summoning stuff in it. I was supposed to summon a blonde gal, but ended up being a gentleman instead haha!

I'm walking around in a very dark maze and I can feel that I'm starting to lose the dream. I concentrate real hard on the dream and manages to stay in it, perhaps by touching one of the walls. The dream stabilizes and I walk out of the maze and enter a club. I lose my lucidity and I'm standing on top of an escalator with Monica, and the club is huge. To get down we go on a water slide and end up on the dancefloor, which is filled with water. The entire club seems to be inside of a big mall and I'm about to take a couple of drinks from a tray. Monica points out how disgusting the water is and I decide not to. We splash around in the water some then I take her into my arms, and we walk away to another part of the place. "My panties feel wrong" she tells me and I tug on them to correct them. A couple of girls walk by and starts giggling. I get lucid once again, and I put Monica down. "Hey, this is a dream" I say and she asks how I could be so sure. I try jumping and notice that the gravitation is a bit off. I double check my taking a look at a clock on the wall. "Do you wanna fly?" I ask and she nods. I take her into my arms and after a few jumps, we're flying through the mall. From one wall to another we fly and I try teleporting and it works. I fly down a corridor and ask her if she wants anything to drink. She just looks at me and smile. I know what she wants and I snap my fingers. A can of coke appears in my hand and I give it to her. A second later I realise she prefers it in a bottle, and with another snap of my fingers, I'm holding a glass bottle. We fly into the main hall again and land in the newly created V.I.P section. We've got a large table for ourselves and I ask her if she wants anything to eat. "Hmm, I want fish" she says and I turn my back on the table and try summoning different dishes of fish. When I turn around, there are plates with fish everywhere. We start eating some fried fish with potatoes and I start to wake up

Well that's it, man it sucks to not get enough sleep...

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

13.09.2010

Mathematics Fragment (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Listened to an audio aid repository for half an hour before going to bed. However, I didn't get any lucids and recall was horrible.

Fragment:

• I was taking the Mathematics Preliminary Exam in school when I realised I forgot to bring the construction set. Worried, I flipped through the paper to check for any construction questions and there were a quite a number of questions worth a lot of marks.

Didn't post yesterday cause I had a school cross country meet, its fine b/c I also had to get up early for it which meant zero recall (I didn't have time to write in my DJ and forgot whatever I may have remembered).

This morning was an entirely different story.

First thing I remember is a fragment from what I know was a much larger dream... a golden penis.

That's it, lul. Moving on.

Next dream was a natural LD. I was a Jedi hunting a fleeing rogue Jedi through the wilderness. I ended up in the bay of a starship, whose inside seemed a bit like a French kitchenware store. I had fun using telekinesis to levitate and rotate plates and cups and stuff, much to the entertainment of my DCs. One DC was my nemesis... she was another Jedi, she carried a five-pronged lightwhip (like a ninetails but with 5 tails that all had knots on the end with metal around them from which a lightasaber blade could emerge) whereas I had only a one-pronged lightwhip (just a whip with the thing at the end). Suddenly, my telekinesis abilities all but disappeared. The most I could do was make a champagne glass wobble slightly. It happened to all of the other Jedis on board (DCs) too... like someone had flipped on a Force-jammer or something. I performed the hand RC to bolster my confidence in the fact that it was a dream, but even when it failed, all of my will still wouldn't't make stuff move more than a wobble. Then I went down some hatch doors with two male DCs and played out a real-life version of Star Wars Battlefront, moving through a labyrinth that was down there and killing droids and Jawas and stuff, when I cleared the stage the dream ended.

I'm very displeased with this dream and mad at myself because I neglected to do any of my current lucid goals (Task of the Month, Serial Dream RPG, find a certain DC, try to dreamshare with my friend, etc...), I didn't even bother to try and remember any of them

Anyways, next dream... I have all the details written but I'll summarize it since time is not on my side tonight.

My grandparents were with me and my family in the car, we drove up to this weird constant wave off the coast, then we all went to the shopping district of the city we were in, my grandpa thought I had a sore throat so we teleported to what was apparently his apartment and he gave me this nasty gooey yellow cough drop which I refused, then told me how he had some other cough drops that he had been saving for 10-15 years, then the dream ended.

And that's all for now... I'll go to bed as soon as I post this, and hopefully get some good material for tomorrow.