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A meeting is taking place beside a river between a knight and a woman. His name is Gawain. Her name is Lotus. It seems like the beginning of a relationship between them. But she can see into the future, and she knows that one day, he will kill her. And yet, she doesn't attempt to break things off.

I am seeing things from his perspective and from hers, and also from somewhere outside of it, where I don’t like the way things are going. And so I pull the scene apart, untangling all the little mental streams that are contributing to it and recombining them into three separate bundles. It will be easier to work with this way, I figure. Now I am in the kitchen of my old house in M--- with my mother, preparing a meal. I’m making the salads. But as I tear the lettuce into smaller pieces, I can still see the river there, and a little point of red light shining in the grass beside it. It’s easy to see and easy to avoid, but it still makes me uneasy.

In a different dream, I’m in a grocery store, although the building seems to be serving multiple functions. I’m there shopping with Saimi’s little sister, who seems to be around seven years old. After a while, I figure I’ll let her take care of a few things. She gets to do something all on her own, I get to read for a little bit—it seems like a pretty good arrangement. I tell her to pick out some plums—maybe three, whatever kind looks nice—and I sit down at a table there with my book of Rilke’s poetry, which I apparently have with me. She goes off and comes back a few minutes later with a single plum in a plastic bag. She places it on the table and then leaves again. A few minutes later, she’s back with another plum in a bag. Kids. You know there’s got to be some sort of weird logic behind this.

But now something else seems to be happening: there’s going to be a horse race here, inside the building, and Saimi’s little sister is participating, along with three other people. But the horse she’s on is a rather strange one: it seems to be made of some embroidered red material with yellow patterns in it, while still behaving like a living horse. But the race doesn’t begin immediately, and I awaken before it actually takes place.

I was in a city like environment. It looked like one of the later areas in LSD Dream emulator with pink fog and strange flashing colors and textures applied to everything. There was oddly shaped buildings and cars in the roads, but there were no dream characters to be found anywhere. I was more or less lucid from the point this dream began. I feel like there was more to this dream than I could recall, perhaps a non-lucid portion, but I only recall the lucid portion.

I wandered the streets for some time. I was fearing another empty dream in where there were no dream characters present. I attempted flying, something which is nominally a reliable means of transportation in dreams did not work sustainably. I could leap into the air and hover momentarily and then would sputter down towards the ground.

I noticed there was a large purple pyramid shaped building in the center of the city, with a golden star on one side. The star looked like it might have actually been a door but it was about 20 stories up and I wasn't sure how I would get up there. I felt compelled to try and get inside thinking that I might be able to find something interesting inside. I climbed a nearby building and was getting ready to leap to the golden star when when the building I was on fell out from under me. I lept backwards onto another building which put me even farther away from the pyramid building but kept me on a roughly even level with the golden star.

I ran for it and made a leap to the star, and attempted to pull off just a bit of flying to get over there. I managed and tore through the star like paper and headed inside where I climbed some stairs and headed into a large cross-shaped room. There were stairs on the far side and lots of smaller rooms off to the side. Each of the small rooms had even more rooms that it branched off into. There were dream characters present, some were just standing around talking and others were going in and out of the various rooms.

All of the walls were covered in a purple felt-like fabric but felt hard underneath. The floor was carpet with a childish looking pattern of planets with cartoon faces and outer space on it.

Marcus appeared and explained to me that this was a lucid dreaming school, and I would have to progress through all the rooms and that after this there were more rooms on the next level up.

"Well let's get started then."

I went and opened a door (which I think had a number 1 or a number 11 on it). When I opened it a miniature tornado began to manifest itself in the room, visible by swirling gray dust. A semblance of a face appeared on the tornado and he laughed at me before dashing out the door and blowing around the main room, knocking into people, blowing papers out of their hand and the like. Marcus got a vacuum cleaner and sucked up the tornado.

I asked him if it was cheating to do that, but he said that it was alright as he was just a projection of myself. He said that the stairway had opened now and I could progress to the next level. I climbed the stairs and now saw that I was in my high school gym, on the second level where the running track ran around the inside of the gym. (Some of you may remember user JustMe13, Well I've kept in touch with him on Discord) He was there.

He challenged me to a race around the track. I wanted to practice dream super powers and I've never put much thought into super speed. We started running the race and both of us made surprisingly quick pace. I had difficult rounding the corners at the end of the track as I did not seem to have particularly good grip on the ground and would have to wall run along the corners, and encountered some strange dreamlike physics. Although he actually won the race due to strange physics. He then left saying he had to go back to the first level.

I began talking with another dream character and told them some things about myself and asked if they could meet Manei. I told them they could and started to summon her. I was partially successful as she did appear but was somewhat translucent. She greeted the other dream character who was ecstatic to meet her. The other dream character then left as well. I got more control over the dream and I thought about how I have black belt trial testing (for second degree black belt) coming up IRL and needed to practice my sparring. Just by thinking of it sparring gear appeared on both of us.

While I practiced my sparring sets, we had a conversation about something... I don't remember... might have just been small talk since I haven't been lucid dreaming much. One thing I remember was that Manei was able to draw up memories of lessons on various sparring sets and tricks that I didn't remember learning but upon waking up I have confirmed are legitimate, so I must have learned them at some point in the past. I do remember bringing up how in sparring, I prefer to only use the basic kicks. When I did sparring on my black belt test, I found my opponents would sometimes incorporate spinning kicks but were too slow and inexperienced to implement them properly, the move was always telegraphed and could be avoided or you could counter with a basic kick.

Manei vanished randomly after a few minutes. I could tell the dream was ending but wanted to execute some dream meditations. I haven't done much dream meditation but I laid down on my back and crossed my hands over my chest; how I've been meditating in waking life recently. I focused on breathing and managed to hang on to the dream for about two minutes before waking up.

I just wanted to make a note that I am looking to get back into lucid dreaming and that I have started meditating and dream journaling once more. Recently alot of dreams I've had have been nightmares; things involving themes like realistic portrayals or terrorist attacks or me losing control of a car and running over a group of young children. Things that I wouldn't feel comfortable describing at length in a public blog post. So it was a relief to have a more pleasant dream that I could come back to.

I know I make really long Dj posts so if you only read one part just read dream #1.






Hi, everyone. Here are my dreams from the night of february eleventh to twelvth.





Dream 1.
"A Real Dream State Superhero. "

I went to bed around 7 P M pretty tired and I think I fell asleep pretty soon there after. I found myself in a dream which seemed like almost right upon falling asleep at the beginning of the night, which is usually surprising. By the time my memory of it starts, some other stuff had already happened, which I was trying to write down within the dream (not lucid yet).

I was in my room at the house I lived in last with my Dad and my sister. They were playing some Biggie Smalls and something else on the television. I was getting mad and I think my sister was even doing it to annoy me. I kept trying to start writing my dream so far and then the noise would irritate me again. I got mad at them, said "this is B S," and left my room.

I walked out into the living room and heard more televisions and radios on, that I figured my Mom was listening to. I turned it off, and it came back on. I fought with it a little bit, turning it off, and then it popping back on, until eventually it stayed off. I was getting pretty angry at this point, although feeling bad about cursing at my Dad and my Sister.

I went into the kitchen of that house. The layout of the house was very much like it was in waking life. I saw my Brita filter out on the table or counter which is a little unusual because I usually keep that in the fridge. For some reason I started to think it might be a dream, and did a finger palm test. This time the dream state check was done from more a perspective of thinking I was awake, but doing the dream state check to cope with a crappy situation. I do that sometimes in waking life and I guess it is translating to my dream now. If I get really ticked off about something, I will do a finger palm test, because I expect that emotion to translate into my dream somehow. This time, it actually did, and I was very surprised when my finger showed through on the back side of my left palm.

So, here I am, lucid in this dream. I am trying to decide what to do first. I look at the windows and door and consider flying. It is dark outside.

I think of apologizing to my Dad and sister for sort of yelling at them before. I start heading back to my bedroom where they were last. Next thing I know, I am running through the house, but everything is all black. I feel the sensations of my body running. I am running at full speed but I can't see anything. I feel like I am fighting against a current.

I am in my physical bed now and I feel a very ominous form of sleep paralysis. I begin to fight it, hearing some ominous sounding voices and seeing some visualizations I am afraid of. (I don't remember the exact voices or visuals as of now. ) I am punching my arms, wondering if these are my physical or non physical arms. (They turned out to be non physical arms. ) I remember my intention to just relax if I encounter sleep paralysis, and I am able to just relax. The wave of sleep paralysis passes and I am laying in my bed a moment.

Another wave of sleep paralysis begins right after that. This time, I see two sort of faces above me, one of which has the word "Liver" written above it. I hear a mix of male voices that I think I have heard in other dreams. (The Mr. Singapore dream and Scissor Hands Kills Me. ) They are saying that they will give me lots of power, and then chanting the word power over and over. This seems kind of scary or ominous but I remember to just relax. Then, after hearing the scarier voices, I hear a very shrill voice that reminds me of Tutter from Bear and the Big Blue House. The voice says, "A Real Dream State Super Hero!" and then the wave of sleep paralysis ends.

Now I am in my physical bed, thinking through the dream experience. I feel very pleased with my successfully remembering to relax through the sleep paralysis. I think that if I could relax during that, I could relax during anything. I feel so enlightened and happy about the shrill voice's comment, that I am now a "Real Dream State Super Hero" for passing the test of the night terror.

As I think through the dreams, I realize I must not have slept for long. I feel my body go tingly and I decide to go to sleep again. I feel confident that the memory will be in my mind next time I wake up.








Dream 2.
"Fragments. "

Vague memories, I am telling my friend Tom something, maybe in a battle with him. Maybe something with weight lifting, maybe something in the woods.

There are some women from a meeting or concerned with their weight, maybe my aunt.

A lot more happens in the dreams but I don't remember.

These parts i remembered a little more clearly. My friend Jared is working on a project with my other friend Dave in an office. Jared is away a lot and Dave is working on the project by himself. He is wondering if the project matters. I am thinking about Dave's predicament while looking at the base of a tupperware. The idea comes to mind that I could send him a letter saying that the project is important and Dave's work is much appreciated, and say it is "From Jared," But then I think that Dave will find out it really wasn't from Jared and I will be caught for making the fake letter.

People are at computers. Maybe my friend Carlos is there. I also work there, but as I walk through the corridor between cubicles, I think about how I don't want my job.

Some more things happen that I forgot.

Then there is some talk of a Blue Tooth headset thing shown from the back of a persons head. There are some superior and inferior models of bluetooth headset shown. The guy talking about the Blue Tooth headset seems to be Tim P from Snoozon dot com. Something about dating is also worked into the scene. The band of the head set wraps around the back of the persons head, rather than over the top. There is a little plug like where a Samsung charger would go.

In another part, there are reference web pages. Someone is saying that children should just be given this big volume of lucid dreaming references and left to work it out on their own, not ask questions from others. the text is white and the back ground is black on the page I click on. There is another page to the left of that I didn't click on.

When the dream ends I am laying in bed for several minutes thinking but without realizing I have woken up from a dream. I come to my senses and realize I have just dreamed. I recall as much as I can and go write it down.






Dream 3.
"Cat Spray / Booty Pants. "

I had a very hard time falling asleep for these. I just could not get the position of my pillows right and it took me forever to fall asleep.

I had some parts of this dream that I forgot. Maybe this was when I dreamed of Stephan from how to lucid talking about Brain Wave power Music. Now here is the part I remember clearly. I am laying or sitting down somewhere. A cat walks onto me and at first I am kind of uneasy about it, but I decide cats are good and I just relax. Next thing I know, the cat is putting its butt toward my face. I start to panic because cat spray is supposed to be really yucky and I think it is about to spray me. However, I can't move. I try to struggle to get the cat off me, but I can't move. (I know this was a dream because I was laying on my back or in a recliner chair in the dream, but physically I was on my side. )

I wake up from that and think back through the rest of the dreams. I remember some right after, but I can't remember them now as I write this. (This is why I find dream jouraling in the present tense confusing. )

A lot happened in the next dream but I forgot. There was a part where I was telling someone I really like them instead of fighting. I was setting up my cell phone and stylus on my dresser drawer near my bed, like how it was arranged at my house in high school. I think i fell asleep within that dream, and dreamed of dreaming.

The dream within the dream is of a game show thing. There is a blonde haired guy with short hair answering the game show hosts questions. He is kind of doing these dance moves from behind the podium as he answers them. There is one other contestant on either side of him. The middle contestant has a funny voice and I notice the situation is a little unusual.

Then the game show host starts to question the contestant on the left, who is a female. Her pants are very baggy. She is also doing dance moves while answering the questions.

The game show host mentions "booty pants" and now the girls entire bottom is hanging out of her pants, but they are pulled up all the way in the front. Her bottom sort of sags out of her pants in an unusual way.

Next, the "dream screen" is showing me a bunch of african american people running from one building to another. They are all wearing these "booty pants" that their bottoms hang out of. They all have the same kind of saggy bottom that flaps around. I am thinking that this must be a new trend, because maybe it is not considered public nudity, for them to show their bottoms. Two women are running from one building, then they are all killing each other. The next thing I know, I amn't just watching through a "dream screen", I am actually there! And a few people run at me to kill me.

I think there may have been a part where I was hiding in a bathroom but now sure.

Next thing I know I am in a mall type of place. (I forgot some parts of the mall. ) In the first part I remember, i am in some kind of lecture. A woman is standing up and telling the crowd how we must never forget the trauma of the booty pants massacre. She doesn't refer to it as such but that is the idea i get from it. She is saying how it is unfortunate her boss doesn't want her bringing it up and how we all want to forget the horrible event. I respect her for speaking the truth but I judge her apperance in some ways. She is wearing a woman's business suit type of thing.

Next, someone is giving a lecture from up ahead. I am sitting with my back against the edge of a table. Kind of hard to explain, but like the only thing supporting my back is the narrow edge of the table, not a whole back of a chair. It is a black glass table. A woman asks me to move further back or to where there are seats for some reason. I go to move back further to this place where there is a semi circle of folding chairs. Some have more padding on the bottom than the others. One faces perpendicular to the lecturer, but has more padding. I go to one ninety degree from that to be head on to the lecturer. There is black cushion on the bottom of the seat. They are a type of tan or metallic brown fold up chair that is a common color for fold up chairs. I am thinking about how sitting with my back against that table like that would definitely give me a knot in my back from all the pressure on one tiny spot. But now I can't see the front of the place in the mall where the lecturer is speaking. I can still hear them speak but can't make out the words. (I don't know what the lecture was about. )

Some more stuff happened in the dream but I don't remember what. It took me a while to remember to try to think of what I had dreamed this time, probably due to the difficult falling asleep. I am glad to remember the part about the cat spray, because I thought that was interesting, and not too upset to have forgotten the rest. It seemed too soon to get up again.





Dream 4.
"Dream Journal in Nana's Front yard. " (Segments)

I forgot what happened earlier in the dreams, if anything.

I am sitting in my Nana's front yard, by the exit of her driveway. My friend S was sitting toward the middle of her front yard. We were both dream journaling. I was on a low beach chair and he was on some blankets about 20 feet away. there was something about not being social enough, and I replied by saying, I am making great relationships right from this chair. What I meant was that I have a lot of social interaction within my dreams, for one. Also, writing my dreams probably helps me be a better friend when I have the chance to.

I was dream journaling something from earlier in that dream or a previous dream. It came out upside down some how and I was kind of confused about that. One dream idea involved relapsing in the dream, and waking up glad I didn't relapse in waking life. Glad it was just a dream. In the dream, the idea was that before bed, I wanted to relapse, but I didn't. So then I relapsed in my dream but woke up glad I hadn't really done it. I was trying to use that to explain one way in which dreams have been really valuable to me.

My sister was showing us her dream journal and talking about how she had a new annotation system. She had two dreams on the same page, but in different fonts, so they were still separated, but most dreams went on different pages.

Someone was under S's blanket at some point. I think that's why he said something about relationships to me, when I was just sitting alone dream journaling. It is funny that I dream journal so much in dreams but it is because dream journaling is one of the main things I do every day.

Throughout this night, i had this funny experience when I would wake up, that I would be in a stream of thoughts, but not aware I had just woken up. I would slowly come to and realize I had not thought of dreams right away. It was kind of different. I also had a lot of dreams of dreaming within a dream or falling asleep in a dream and waking up in my physical bed, more so than usual, not sure why.






Dream 5.
"Kidnapped / Nightmare. "

First there was something that wasn't a night mare of selecting Pokemon for my roster of 6 in the game or a battle. I was checking if I got all the types I would need to cover all the type advantages but I think I was missing a few essential types in favor of keeping some Pokemon I liked more on the team. there was an idea of making it through a long dungeon within the Pokemon game where there was no where to get more potions or ethers and it was one of the most difficult parts of the game. I think my team had a water type, a Meganium, a Dragon and Flying type, and some others. I wanted to be sure I had accounted for my rivals starter. I was sort of merged with the game screen at times but other times I was standing at a desk, playing the game, and talking to other people there. It was kind of dark.

I forgot some parts in the middle here.

The next thing I remember, I am looking at these really scary masks up high above me. there is one mask up to the left that is scary but I dont remember it now. Up and to the right, there is a gray mask with a really scary, scary, scary face, and I keep looking away and looking back. A voice is telling me not to look at the masks. Every time I look back, I am like, man, why did I look again? But then I look again. It is very nightmarish with amplified feelings of dread.

In another part, I am being held captive by a guy and maybe more people elsewhere in the building, but one guy is watching me at the time. (Note to self #1*)

At one point, I tried to look out the door, down the hall, but I could tell they didn't want me to. The guy supervising me in the room was holding me still and holding a phone screen in my face saying some accusatory words. Then, he was pinching me from the left side of my abdomen, and it created a really unpleasant sensation. I was afraid this pinching would go on forever but I was also afraid to complain to the guy in case he would make it worse. He gave me some confusing instructions.

Then another guy came in the room who was going to torture me at mid night. The guy was wearing black gloves and seemed in his fifties. He was called Spike. The main guy in the room with me said, "Spike comes out to play at midnight." I felt a lot of fear and like I had no way to escape. So it was definitely a night mare. I guess if things got really bad, I would have become lucidly aware it was a dream, but it wasn't quite bad enough for that to kick in. Maybe they meant for it to be that way!

I may have forgot some parts. But midnight hadn't come yet, so Spike "hadn't come out to play." I was walking in a lit hallway, like the hallway of a mall. There were rolls of toilet paper on a shelf and I went to get some of them. I had a sense that I was being a good prisoner and I would return to my room with the toilet paper, not that I was escaping. Then, the guy from my room was there, and he told me not to take those toilet paper rolls. He brought me along the hall way and I saw some doors that said employees only or something like that on black placards. Then he brought me to this one door that became a giant garage door, and typed some things into a key pad. I think he typed in the number 6 and the letter D, but I am not sure. But in the dream, I definitely took a mental note of what buttons he pressed, in case I needed to go back there during my imprisonment.

It turned out to be a train station. the guy said to pick up someone for a Pokemon T C G game and then make money off of playing the game with them. He said that was how I could be more independent. There were lots of people in this room, and it was bright. I remember noticing some heavy people in particular.

I forgot if anything else happened in between. I may have woken up there or right before and thought it through, but fallen back asleep for there to be more of a plot.

I was walking on a wooden walk way, with two black bags. One was like a gym bag and the other was another shape. They were my stuff and I was leaving wherever I was imprisoned. Some metal music was playing in the dream and it went with the emotions of a mix of deep sadness at having this done to me, and anger at the people who imprisoned me. I don't know how I got out. But I knew that I had been traumatized and would never be the same. I felt really numb about it all but beginning to notice the anger and sadness surfacing as I walked along. It was a bright day and everyone else on the wooden walk way seemed happy.

Some women were walking by in the opposite direction, commenting on the feeling of the wind. One woman stopped right as we were passing by each other and stood still, saying how she didn't need to go anywhere, just to feel the wind. I wanted to say something to her in reply, but I was too withdrawn. I walked by her.

I don't remember if I woke up directly from that part or if there was any more after that. When I was reviewing the dream, I thought it was cool how the dream continued after I woke up a little and had some resolution. It didn't just leave me there being tortured by a series of captors, but it sort of showed me that I got out and was free again. It seems like a significant dream in a lot of ways but I don't know what it means.








Dream 6.
"Stretching on mats / I think I'll go to sleep now. "

This was a pretty short dream. I tried to fall back asleep on my left side after writing those previous ones but a nerve was pinching in that shoulder. I was really annoyed at this but switched to my right side.

I dreamed of being in a wrestling room with a bunch of maybe 15 foot by 6 foot pieces of wrestling mat. Each person got their own 15 by 6 piece of mat and it was kind of like an extra big yoga mat. Mine was in the front corner of the room to the right. I got up from it and saw another kid going to take it, but I told him, that is my stretching mat. I was far on the other corner of the room and had to keep yelling it accross the room as I rushed over to stop him from taking my yoga mat. Then, I was helping him and some other kids find their own. There were other stretching mats folded and rolled up here and there. Mine was dark green and others were blue.

Then, I was laying back or reclining on my stretching mat. I forgot if anything else happened between these parts, but I remember looking at an image of a Goomba from Mario on my phone. It was brown and pretty big. I was surprised to see it. The top left corner of the screen was blocked by something else square.

As I looked at the Goomba picture, I noticed I felt sleepy. I felt just how I sometimes feel before I know I am going to drift off to sleep. So I kind of closed my eyes and laid back, excited that I was going to fall asleep and maybe have a dream. I really thought it was waking life. I felt my body do this vibrational thing where it kind of bounced back and forth in a range of motion of a few inches, kind of hard to explain. I was really excited because I thought it meant a cool dream would begin. It turned out that I was already in a dream, and the next dream to begin was just that I would be laying in my physical bed! So I awoke to the "physical dream", ha ha ha.

I was surprised that I had fallen asleep because I didn't remember falling asleep. I tried to lay still and dream chain a little, but my body wanted to move, so I got up. It was about 7 A M so that is not too early.

That was it for dreams last night. It seemed like my dream recall was much fuzzier than usual but there were plenty of interesting dreams now that I look at it and type it out in full.

Last night was hot and annoying. I kept having repetitive thoughts because it kept me awake.

1. Saw Eye. Was semi lucid. Something was attached to me that I couldn't release. Was like a shadow monster that rained shadow droplets around me.

2. Childhood friends visited me. Drank a soda that was root beer flavor that my friend bought.

3.Eye appeared again as comfort. I felt sick.

4.A random girl was talking about a transparent rainbow slime thing that smelled like bubblegum and her fav meeting place.

+(f) There is a team of people working in a large corner of an (abandoned lot? Public park?). There is a large pile of sand/earth there. They are hiding themselves and their equipment under sand-colored tarps?

+ Miniature golf: it is a timed game I'm playing simultaneously against some guy. The final move is to take a can of (refried beans?) and to slam it down across the finish line. I'm rushing like crazy but manage to finish first.

+ I'm looking out over a lake scene, lake Tahoe. It is pretty choppy and there are large waves, like in the afternoon. I'm telling someone how my favorite time there is in the morning when the lake is completely calm. I see that the wave has washed over the side of my canoe at the water's edge and a container full of potatoes is starting to float away. There is another container of something also floating away and I need to choose which one to save first. At the water's edge I see things moving in the water. I look down and see some small crayfish. There is a huge boulder here where they are hiding. I look more and see more and more crayfish [DREAM SIGN]. I mention that there are some really large ones here, the size of lobsters. As I turn away I catch a glimpse of something on top of the boulder and someone exclaims "It's a grizzly bear!" I look back and see the bear tussing with my wife. I'm trying to extricate her from the bear's clutches (the bear is about the size of a medium-sized dog), and I notice the bear is doing some really strange gestures like compulsively wiping its eye.

I had to do some experimenting with sleeping positions to fall asleep but eventually it worked. Before bed I did waking life recall of the previous day and some light cardio and stretching.



Round 1 of Dreams.
Witch Lady / Diglett attack / Guitar scales on bus / Truck into freezing water


I forgot what happened up until here. There was some context that there was a lady who was like this witch lady and I was trying to find her photograph to click on it and then be able to fight her or defeat her. There was more before that but I can't remember like where the idea of the witch lady came from and all. Maybe something to do with playing music or that she was locking up my creativity.

So, I was looking at all these photographs, but apparently the witch lady was inaccessible. They were all sort of decoys or secondary figures.

Then I was at the bottom of this hill, in this dungeon room type of thing. There were these boxes I could hit and activate and then an enemy would come out. I would fight that enemy and they would explode or whatever like in video games and coins would appear. Then, I would collect the coins.

The next phase was that the witch lady was going to roll a bunch of poor little digletts down a hill that were supposed to run me over. I started walking up the hill against the flow of Digletts rolling down. The Digletts were actually innocent victims and more on my side than hers. She was just using them for her evil purposes. I found that if I just laid down, the Digletts could roll over me with no damage.

This was interesting part because when I say "me" and "I" what it was kind of like was there was this female video game character who was the protagonist. And then I was mixing between seeing her from outside or seeing the dream from her perspective. But I had a sense that was "me" or "I" because she was the protagonist? I don't know if it was really "me" though.

So then "I" got to the top of the hill and the witch lady was mad I had made it up so far. She took hundreds of these poor Digletts and cast them into some giant folder type of thing on the side. This was supposed to destroy or sacrifice them. I thought it was sad but it seemed the witch lady couldn't quite kill me.

I forgot what happened next. Maybe I fought the witch lady or maybe more other stuff happened.

Next thing I remember, I was on this school bus. A woman I was in a long term relationship with back in college was sitting in the seat accross the aisle and one ahead. She was looking at my shirt and saying she had never seen it before. She was reading it to me. (Note to self #1*) . I was telling her that she had seen it lots of times before and I told her the proper way of saying the name on it. Then she was putting her bare foot on my shirt. This seemed normal to me.

Then there was someone who objected to her doing that. They were like, are you really going to let her just put her foot on you like that? And I felt kind of awkward because I didn't want to insult the girl but they had a point in a way. In the context of the dream, the girl putting her foot on me had more to do with just being "uncivilized" than being rude to me.

Either before or after that, I had a guitar, and so did a guy accross from me. I played a scale in kind of a cool way. I remembered the fingering to the major scales. 1, 2, 4, 1, 3, 4, 1, 3, 4, something like that, starting on the low E string. Well, I thought i was remembering it, but that seems off. Then, the guy accross from me played the same scale but in some super rock star kind of a way. He was using some double notes where he could play a note on say the twelfth fret but then play the fifth fret on the same string simultaneously and it sounded cool. It was way better than my attempt at playing. There was still a tone of not being allowed to play music though.

So then on the bus we were driving down along this road. There was some building and some kind of dirt road. The people were kind of pressuring me like, are you going to spend the rest of your life with this person? (Note to self #2*) I really honestly wasn't sure at that point and felt torn, but pressure to decide.

Then, we got to this sort of field with some small dirt hills. (Note to self #3*) There was something about having 15 minutes to get accross to the beach on the other side of the woods but not being sure if we were ready to set up this tent in the cold without having all our blankets and such. We weren't prepared for a night camping in the cold. Then the guy said he only had 15 minutes and was going to have to go all the way around. I said, no, look, there is a dirt path there you can drive on. Sure enough, he was able to drive on that dirt path and so we headed toward it. There was some ice on it but we were in a pick up truck now and should be fine if we take it slow. To the right of the path there was a body of water.

Next thing I knew, the driver was heading straight for the water, to drive over the ice. I was thinking to myself, this is a bad idea, you won't be able to drive over the ice. It will break and the car will sink. But the guy went in anyway and sure enough, the ice broke, and we were all in the car, sinking underwater. Luckily we were able to get out of the car but it was pretty scary, especially with the water being so cold.

I guess we sort of abandoned the pick up truck and were going to walk the rest of the way. Now there was a sense that someone was mad at us for drowning the pick up truck and would be coming after us.

Next part I remember, I had gotten to a house that was supposed to be my Dad's. The other two people from the pick up truck were gone. My Dad was in the bathroom or something. I was in the kitchen and saw a bag of red ground beef on the counter, like a see through plastic bag. I weighed it and it was about 4 ounces. It seemed that my Dad had seasoned it up to make something for himself. I wanted to tell my Dad that if he was the person who answered the door, the people who came to kill the other people might not know that he was not one of the people who ruined the truck or whatever else. But then they might attack my Dad so I wanted to warn my Dad to maybe leave or not answer the door?

Looking back, I realize that I was the first person they would see if they came in the house, and I wonder if anything else happened in the dream. That was as far as I could remember.

I remember physically awakening on my left side some how, even though I went to sleep on my right side. I was kind of surprised at this. The first thing that happened when I woke up was like my mind was sort of melty or something? Like I felt like I half knew that I should be thinking of what I had dreamed but my mind wasn't fully awake yet or it was still disconnected from my consciousness. Eventually, it got to where I could grab hold of my mind and think through the dreams. So I stayed still, and thought, and nothing, nothing, nothing came until I think the detail of the red meat came to mind, then the ice water, and it all kind of flowed until nothing else would come to mind. I was able to wait long enough to pee to think back to that witch lady part and try to remember further and further back, but I couldn't get to any earlier than looking through the photos and trying to "click" on the witch lady to access her.

I am not too angry about forgetting that part because I am surprised how much I remembered for just the first time waking up through the night. Maybe I want to use a voice recorder through the night instead of the computer screen, so I don't get so much light exposure, but I don't know how to set it up.











Round 2 of Dreams.
"Crash in my back yard / Talking Turkey"

I woke up from this dream, started to remember it, then fell asleep a little bit again. So I think I lost some, but here is what I remembered.

I forgot a lot of the beginning. But where my memory of this dream begins, I was sitting at my Nana's table with my sister. I was sitting where my Nana sits, which looks out at the whole back yard. My sister was sitting with her back to the wall where the T V is. I think my sister was drawing something and I was talking to her about it. She might have fallen off her chair or something, I don't quite remember, but it was something.

Then, I looked out the back yard through the windows on the door and saw this giant black metal sort of thing. I was like, my goodness, that is definitely unusual. I didn't think I might be dreaming, but I was pretty surprised. I think I tried to point it out to my sister and she said, oh, its nothing.

Then there were some police officers at my door. Some kindness came over me and I invited them inside the house, rather than keep them standing at the door. They were telling me how they came because there was a huge car crash and explosion in my back yard. We were on this big set of pink carpeted stairs, and all the police officers were all sitting around and laying down on the stairs. I kept noticing there was a table we could all go sit at, but I guess we all wanted to stay on the stairs. They were asking me when was my last time on something called "2 4 7 3 6 5". I tried to think back in my head to the last time I was on "2 4 7 3 6 5". It was morning time in this dream.

I started to worry that once my Dad got home, he would be upset that I let the police officers in. So I hoped they would leave before he got home. They wanted to borrow his truck. Them taking his truck would cause him to miss his 9 A M A A meeting (he doesn't go to A A in waking life) and this made my sister upset. There were some jars of change on the steps.

At some point my perception was that the big metal thing in the back yard was put there as a barrier so I wouldn't have to witness the wreckage of the car crash. But really I think that the big metal thing was the thing that caused the "crash" effect and the explosion.

I think I forgot some more parts of the dream after that.

Next in the dream, I only remember this part about a man being lusted after by women. He had some kind of name like Georginio'Bimbi or something like that. The initials were G apostrophe B. I forgot the rest but I think he had long black hair.

I think I forgot some more parts around here.

Then the end of this dream involved a scene with two guitarists on stage. I remember touching one of their guitars and noticing all the different wah wah pedal types of things there were on it. The guitarists seemed like they were going to have some kind of "guitar duel" but they ended up playing along with each other. They both had long hair and maybe beards.

Then the guy on the right dropped down to do abdominal crunches while the guitarist on the left continued playing. The guy did abdominal crunches to the tune of the guitarists playing.

Then I think there was a screen showing some of the antics back stage to the audience as the two guitarists did this performance. A guy came along and stole the guy's guitar who was doing the crunches. He ways sort of muttering to himself (for the crowd to hear, because he was acting) that he always wanted a guitar like this. So the "dream screen" followed him as he took it behind the back stage curtain and he wished for a car. A red recliner chair was along the side of a grey stair case and this seemed to be the fulfillment of his wish. On the chair there was a big raw turkey. On the turkey was some writing, something like, "I can have what I want." The guy either laid back on the turkey or he threw the turkey to the side before sitting down. Then he reclined back as far as he could in the red recliner chair, talking about how he was so happy to have his new car, by which he meant he was so happy to have the chair, but the chair was his "car". He was going to play guitar while reclining all the way back and he seemed so happy about it. I think the stair case would have got in the way of the neck of the guitar because it was right up against it. All this scene from the chair was seen from like a side profile view.

So I woke up from these and began to think through them. It was like I knew something had happened but I didn't know what it was, so I kept trying to remember, and eventually, the details came up. As I was thinking about the part with the turkey, I fell back to sleep. I had a dream of a turkey singing "I'm talking!" In a deep voice kind of like Plankton's voice from Spongebob. That is not the first time I have been thinking of a dream detail from a dream I just had, woken up, and thought about it, and suddenly I was in a dream all about that dream detail. Interesting phenomenon.










Round 3 of Dreams.

I forgot some earlier parts of this dream. Also my dream notes were not sequential so I am not really sure what order this all happened in. I will try to put it in the best order I can. (Usually I like to put the dream in the order it happened if possible. )

There was a part with my sister and it was her "last day visiting". I remember being unable to sleep and not really knowing how to handle her leaving. There was also a part where I was walking through the neighborhood with my sister and encountered my sister's friend's brother in a hooded sweater. I think it was on one of the roads I walk to the grocery store on because I remember the chain fence behind him and it looked like where I make that turn. But I remembered thinking I have no idea who these people are.

So then, there was this part where I was dreaming of having difficulty sleeping. I was wondering what to do. I tried looking on You Tube and I found this one guy's video that was interesting. I don't remember the content but it was definitely pretty cool. I tried to copy paste the title of the video but I noticed it contained some parts that weren't letters. They were actually like bars that I could slide a little bar along like a volume or brightness bar to control the percentage of certain content within the video? Kind of hard to explain. One of the sliding scales was called something like "transgender". So I guess the higher I put that scale, the more of a "transgender" quality the video would have?

At first I thought the Youtube video person was really cool but then it turned out they had a lot of issues. They were a black haired transgender person who was raging at everyone. It seemed like they were trying to stand up for themselves though. I remember they went down some stairs, and I kind of went down the stairs, too. I had to go down them backwards so I didn't hurt my knees.

I was thinking they are so angry because they are just constipated, or that if they would walk down the stairs backwards, like I did, they wouldn't be so upset. (Note to self #4*)

I am not totally sure of the order of events in this dream or if I missed anything. But next, some of my friends from high school were around. My friend Tom had a big game boy. He was drinking too much alcohol and then shutting the game boy around his head, so you could only see a game boy where his head was. Then, he was sitting on the edge of the table, and fell off it backwards, hitting his head really hard on the ground, with the game boy on his head. It looked like he had a brief case on his head. I was concerned that he must have been really hurt, but he got up and said he was fine! I didn't realize it was a dream.

Then there was a part where there were two locations the dream would toggle between. It was a Pokemon game kind of thing and I wish I remembered more of it. Each location had a brown portal and a white portal. One portal brought me one place, one portal brought me back. The portals were like glowing concentric circles in the ground. Okay, so then it was some sort of Pokemon battle thing, but I mainly wanted to just walk around the level. I was seeing the "dream screen" as if it was the view point you see when you play Pokemon on gameboy (like ruby/sapphire generation).

Then I was sitting with a woman and she was showing me some kind of maps or schematics. She sat down on my leg to show the maps or schematics to me. I was really sort of in love at that point because I guess that is definitely a sign she liked me, and usually when a female shows the slightest sign of interest in me, I fall in love!

There was this part where these brown socks I have appeared. The woman and I were both looking at the sock and it had a hole in the back of it above the heel that looked like the hole in the hat where you adjust the width. So there was a part where the "dream screen" just showed both socks.

Then the woman and I were sitting in some bleachers but in my living room. We were sitting pretty high up on them, towards the back. We were looking out at the beach one moment, then it was in my house. We were talking about getting jobs so we could have a life together. I was looking at a schematic and the view of the beach and saying how it wouldn't be that difficult for me to make schematics for a living. It is much harder for the people who have to actually build it or make the materials, but just making the schematic is easy, and I could do that for a living. She was talking about getting a late shift, like noon to 8 or 4 to 12. We were saying how if we both still like each other when we have jobs, we can be together. It was very loving. I was sitting slightly behind her at one point with my face in her hair, kind of holding her like a big hug from behind, how some couples sometimes sit. Like a spooning hug I guess you would call it, I don't know. It felt really like a gift because I felt a lot of love for this dream person.

I started to worry that my Dad would get home. Sure enough, he came in the front door. My attention went away from the woman and I guess she dissappeared. He had just gotten home from somewhere. He laid down on the lowest bench of the bleachers to do a bench press. Somehow he had got 150 pounds from the floor to the bench press position without actually having spotter racks like bench press racks in the gym do. The bleachers made long benches for bench pressing. I went to spot my Dad and accidentally pushed the bar down instead of helping him up with it but he still pressed the bar anyway, so i was relieved I didn't crush him. Then I noticed it was an E Z bar, which means it isn't a straight bar, it has kind of pointy parts as it is bent at different angles. There is usually a pointy part in the very middle of an E Z bar and he was bouncing this part of the bar so hard off his rib cage that I could see his rib cage get pressed down and bounce back up. I was thinking to myself, that is so dangerous, he really should not bounce the bar like that. But he was even throwing the bar in the air and catching it, and then at the end of his set, he flung the bar on the ground in front of him. That would be a very unusual way to lift weights in waking life, but I didn't become lucidly aware. Next, I saw another barbell, but it was only half the length of a barbell. I thought of my olympic barbell in the basement and that I could get that for him instead, but then the dream situation shifted again.

He had gone out to get a second "yard scooper" so that we would have two such shovels to use as two "shovel arms" for picking things up in the yard. But he forgot to get the second one while he was out. I was thinking of other things we could use in the mean time so he didn't have to rush back out.

I wrote that at some point, there was a thing with Eminem lyrics, but I have no idea where this fits. It wasn't the content of the youtube video so I guess I will just leave it at that. I also vaguely remember some sort of buildings near a beach, but the buildings were like marketplaces with no roofs. I didn't know where that fit, either. I woke up from every dream with that image in mind but couldn't really think of what had happened regarding it.

I woke up from these dreams but fell back asleep midway of thinking through them. Luckily, I didn't lose all the details. I was groggy throughout this night when it came to waking up to recall dreams. But I had enough energy to keep myself up long enough to remember the dream before I went back to sleep.

Later on I also remembered that I had a dream where I was trying to post a dream journal entry on a forum somewhere. I was falling behind on my posts but not because I wasn't writing them. I was just working on multiple posts at once so I was going to post them all once I finished them all, instead of one at a time. I was trying to make a post to explain to anyone who wanted to read my dream journal entries that I was sorry for the delay but there would be a lot of posts soon. (This came from my idea of going back to older dreams in my DJ and posting them up in archived DJ entries. ) I was actually thinking of dreams I have actually had within this dream when thinking of the dreams I would post.











Round 4 of dreams.

I forgot what happened in the beginning of this dream. It was something with my sister and Aunt. My memory of the dream starts with me walking through this market place and there was a 20 percent off sale. The coupon was a piece of paper kind of ripped into a square, but then it had another square cut out of its center which I was trying to tape back in. I hoped that I could use multiple coupons, but then I realized I didn't need anything from this store, and so even at 80% off, it is still not a good expense of my money. Then there was someone, maybe my sister, or someone else, who wanted to go to the sale. So she was waiting for some guy to walk through the door so she could hand off her baby to him. He would be walking through the door at exactly 10:08 or 10:09 A M (something like that) and so she would walk out just as he was walking in and hand off her baby to him.

I guess a lot of these perceptions in dreams of the context of what is going on around me is telepathic because usually it is not said outright.

The next part was pretty interesting. I went to the end of a hallway and into this room behind a plastic curtain, like they have at gym showers. I started to notice lots of quarters on the floor and thought, maybe I dropped them there. (This makes me think there was some part of the dream in which I was already dealing with dream money but I can't remember. ) So I picked up one quarter, and then there was another, until one after another after another appeared. I looked at them, and they were silver, and seemed like waking life quarters. Some even had states on the back or eagles. Then, as I went more to my left, there were fifty cent pieces, some of those European coins with the silver around it and gold in the middle, and then gold dollar or five or even ten dollar coins in the shower part of the room. One of the quarters that was tails up, showing a bald eagle, was darker in color. I noticed this but just explained it to myself as waking life because money can get some dirt on it sometimes. I was feeling such a high from finding all of this money. The thought occured to me that it might be a dream. I think I finger palm tested a little, but eventually talked myself out of it being a dream! (Now upon awakening I find humor in that. ) As I picked up the coins, I had the sense come over me that they weren't mine. I was going to take them all anyway, and hoped that whoever they belonged to wouldn't come to get them before I finished gathering them all up.

Then I walked out from there and still had the money in mind but there was another objective now. I had on a black shirt with some red design on it, like a red square. Everyone else seemed to be wearing this dark green science olympiad shirt that I got in high school or middle school and it still fits me. My sister was one floor up but could talk down to me. She told me to change out of my "nice clothes" before I come up, because they were using lots of cleaning chemicals up there. I saw that she was wearing that green shirt and I thought of changing into that shirt too. For some reason I proceded to go upstairs. But I had forgotten to change my shirt first and was upset with myself, because I would have to go all the way back down. Going up, I think the stairs were a little funny.

My friend Yanni was playing a plastic water bottle as if it were a saxophone. I thought to myself, wow, I didn't know you could play a plastic water bottle so well and make such a great sound. Auditorially, I heard real saxophone music. Yanni was trying to attract a woman.

When I went back down the stairs, I noticed they were a little different than they were going up. There were like 4 or 6 steps, then it turned 90 degrees and there were 4 or 6 more steps, then it turned again and there was a really long set of steps going down. This seemed unusual to me but I didn't become lucidly aware or thinking of checking if I was dreaming. I remember the stairs were a little slippery at one point as I went down them forwards and I got really scared. I had to catch my balance on the side of the stair well and then started going down the stairs more carefully.

As I went down the stairs, I saw a few things. One was a grey electronic key board. I played it a little but was afraid it would get in the way of Yanni's music, so i stopped. (A lot of dreams were about a fear of playing music, which is coming up in my waking life as I consider picking up guitar again. ) I also saw this Kirby "alarm game" which was like a video game console. Also, I saw another quarter, but this one was clearly a fake plastic quarter, so I just returned it to the ground.

I got back downstairs and now Yanni was at the foot of the stairs, still playing saxophone. I wondered how he got there again. I walked through this row of bushes into a hallway and there were these really cool exotic flowers. They were bundled really close together and looked or felt kind of like fabric. There were sky blue, goldenrod, pink or red ones, and other colors. I noticed one flower seemed different but didn't think much of it. They were all along the side of this hallway.

I think some more stuff happened that I forgot. But then I found myself writing out what had happened so far, like I was doing a dream journal entry, but I was still in the same place. Unless I had dreamed of waking up, and forgot. I just felt like I was still in the same place.

After I felt I had finished journaling, I got up and started helping set up for the party. As I went along, I began to have more dream memories pop into my head, so I wanted to be sure I wouldn't forget them. I found myself a white piece of printer paper and ripped a little corner off to use for notes. I looked for a writing utensil and found a colored pencil that looked different colors but said dark brown on it. It was more like a mix of light brown and orange! But the text on the colored pencil in the dream was very clear. I rotated the colored pencil around to find this word for the color on there. The tip was very sharp. I was not lucidly aware, but I was doing all of this with some level of consciousness, just not knowing it was a dream. I remember thinking it was pretty cool that dream memories would just pop into my mind as I went about my activities, so I would always have another memory to look forward to. I leaned up against a solid surface and wrote about the Kirby alarm, something else I had seen, and then I was going to write that I saw Yanni playing saxophone. I felt self conscious to write about Yanni because he was standing right near by, but I justified it like, I am writing my dream, it is not about him. Just as I wrote the name "Yanni" on the paper, he actually started to walk towards me. I was like, uh oh. Then, he started to talk to me about telekinesis. (I find it amazing how in my dreams, telekinesis is very common place, but in waking life, it is harder to notice. )

Other stuff may have happened. I woke up and thought through these dreams, glad to recover them in some good level of detail.

(I wanted to note that I had been setting a strong intention to practice dream recall within a lucid dream because I heard that any action performed in the lucid dream state is seven to nine times stronger than an action performed in waking life. So I figured doing dream recall within a dream would boost my dream recall in waking life. It was cool to me how immediately this translated into a non lucid dream about dream recall. )










Round 5 of sleep.

I tried to do a wake back to bed after the last dream by doing some light physical activity and then going back to bed. I fell back asleep after what seemed like a long time of waiting there awake, and then woke up from that sleep with no dreams I could remember. That was a little dissappointing. I tried to sleep again but couldn't. I got up to start the day.

Fell asleep at: 12:00 A.M.

Woke up at: 9:00 A.M.



Nightmare:

I'm in my parents' car when I start picking at the inside of my mouth. There's something...stuck up there.

So, logically of course, I pick at it with a freaking pair of scissors. I finally get that thing out (That think being a piece of my tooth); Then my gums start to bleed. I stuff my mouth inside a towel and wait for it to pass.

My mouth feels numb just thinking about it...

Travelling to meet relations in Ireland, I get lost. I find a hotel to go into, as mobile phones did not exist (or I do not have one). Outside the weather is bad, a bit snowy and I look down at the street from a landing in the hotel (everything is painted white).
I manage to get through to Angela's house and explain where I am (a village near by).
I am getting all my things together in my suitcase when she arrives, far more quickly than expected in her 4 by 4.
Instead of arriving at their house, I end up in a large back room of a public house. It's my brother's wedding day. I don't feel in the mood to meet anyone and hangout in this back room, where the few kids that are there are. There is loads of food and games of all sorts set out, he has spent a lot. I am secretly pleased that no one much has turned up as I am jealous of my brother and all the relations who are rich. Then I see the piles of food and goodies and feel bad about it. More children start to come in and one of my relations a rotund man with large black beard and glasses. He is carrying a heap of big grapes that he tells me cost 10,000 dollars. I am infused with jealousy again, as yes it's sour grapes.

Few days ago had fallen asleep and dreamed within the half hour or so I slept.

Dream had me going into a house that I realized wasn't mine.

I was seen and called "Ruth". (( I know NO ONE in my waking life by the name of Ruth. Not reading or watching anything with anyone named Ruth, )). I don't think I was Ruth. I think I was being mistaken as her.

There was also another girl there who was supposedly a sister named maybe Daisy? Fuzzy.

After having approximately 280 dreams in the journalling system and some spectacular ones in there, I thought I'd compile some fun and amazing facts about my dreams. Some things you may have picked up already from reading my general entries and other things, they may have been a complete surprise until now. I'll update the facts every now and then so they're up to date. So without further ado, let's begin!



Waking Life Journalling:
- As of 13 May 2018, dreams have been recorded into the journal over 330 nights.
- With dreams each night being separated into A, B and further letters, there may be nearly 600 dreams.
- The highest letter reached on the journalling system was F, which means that there were six dreams remembered in one night.
- The first dream to be officially documented into the computer system was in 2012.
- As of 13 May 2018, a total of 18 lucid dreams have been recorded.

Dreamer Identity:
- No one has ever called me by my name in a dream.
- Most dreams between 2012 and 2016 took place with my wearing my school uniform.
- My dreams have never heavily distorted me.
- Besides dream guides, I am the next most powerful and intelligent character in my dreams.
- In the real world, I am 19 but in the dream world, I am still 18.

Abilities:
- My elements are an exact replica of Spyro's set. What's different about them is the kind of attacks I perform as well as other abilities that Spyro does not have evident in games.
- My primary element was ice, but in more recent dreams, this has been shifted to earth.
- If I put my mind to it (literally), I can control an occurrence for any other dream character.
- Controversially, I am stronger in non-lucids and weaker in lucids.
- In one dream, I stopped Murray from falling to death by using my earth element to create an anti-gravity field around him.
- In an encounter with flying robotic enemies, the electricity element had caused them to malfunction and the result was that they fell down, ultimately being destroyed on ground impact.

Dream Guides:
- There have been a total of 12 dream guides (9 males and 3 females) in the dream time-line.
- Dream guides weren't formally recognized until Dreamy WB's début in Dream No. 76.
- Initials of the current dream guide were originally supposed to be Dreamy WT but this was changed to reflect the comparison of identity to her waking life counterpart.
- Dreamy TH, Noah, Dreamy NN and Murray are substitute dream guides for when situations do not allow the current assigned dream guide to be present.
- As of 9 May 2018, Murray has graduated from a substitute dream guide into an official dream guide.
- Murray was not supposed to be a dream guide and rather, I was supposed to be his dream guide; but uncontrolled actions by him tended to replicate Dreamy WB's methods.
- Murray is the only dream guide that has not had his personality altered and rather, he keeps the personality that he has been given in real life (in the games). The only difference that has been applied to Murray is a brain enhancement.
- On serious occasions (in his first set of appearances), Murray results to consulting me in my bedroom, preferably while having a hug with me under sheets.
- Murray has the ability to recall events from past dreams and re-address them if necessary.
- Murray is the only dream guide that isn't human.
- As of 31 January 2018, Dreamy WB has appeared in dreams over 81 nights.
- Dreamy WB is the only dream guide with an alternate name.
- Even though not in dreams together, dream guides must know about each other as Dreamy SW appeared when there was a crisis with Dreamy WB and she wasn't even asked in the first place.
- Noah is the only dream guide that hasn't been thought of in waking life.
- Dreamy WB is the most intelligent dream guide.
- Dreamy WB is so advanced that she can pass on and teach techniques of guidance to other dream characters.
- Dreamy WB's default race is African but she once appeared as European in Dream No. 216 B.
- Dreamy WB is the only dream guide to be messed around and potentially bullied by the "Awareness Behind The Dream".
- There is such a thing as an aggressive dream guide, Dreamy JSe was one of them.
- Since Dream No. 231, Dreamy WB has developed the ability to appear even without request from the dreamer.
- Dreamy WB is the most gentle and affectionate female dream guide.
- All male dream guides after Dreamy WB in the time-line are equally as gentle and affectionate as each other but in their own unique ways.
- The dream guide with the shortest amount of service time was Dreamy TH who only interacted with me when I was at one of his singing events.
- As of 16 April 2018, Dreamy WB is the only dream guide that has helped someone not related to me.

Dream Characters:
- The most aggressive dream characters are my parents.
- All immediate family members have appeared in at least one dream.
- Most unknown dream characters seem to be quite strict and cold in their personality.
- My brother is the most "pushed around" character in my dreams.
- My cat is portrayed as ferocious.
- LB is the weakest character, at least thought of by me in dreams.
- Most teachers tend to have negative associations attached to them.

Character Relationships:
- I rely on my mum a lot in dreams where she is passive.
- Dreamy WB has helped my mum out of trouble in two dreams to date so far.
- In one dream, Dreamy WB and Murray worked in tandem to calm me down after an upsetting situation.
- As of 9 May 2018, Dreamy WB and Murray have worked together in 2 dreams to date.
- There was one dream with a DreamViews user in it but their identity was not revealed.
- I am only ever severely bullied by male characters.
- Although they have never met, WB and Dreamy WB are aware of each other (As of 9 February 2018).
- As of 10 February 2018, WB and Dreamy WB have met but they do not get along with each other.
- As of 31 January 2018, Dreamy WB had successfully disciplined my parents in 3 dreams.
- On rare occasions, I have had to provide discipline to Logan (SML) although he is older than me.
- Even I work with them, I am not a part of the Cooper Gang, nor do I want to be labelled with such description. Rather, I am their realm leader; without me, they would not be able to perform well in the dream world.
- My deceased grandfather used to be a nightmare but through stong-willed techniques in the waking world, he has been transformed into a passive but friendly dream character.
- I am always standing up for my brother in dreams where he isn't sided with my parents.
- In real life, WB is shorter than me. In dreams, WB is shorter than me... But Dreamy WB is taller than me.
- There was one dream where Dreamy WB appeared to be shorter than me.

02-10-18 Recall is coming up a bit, but I still should start working with write or recording key words. This was a WILD chained by 2 DEILDs and it shows how time distortion can take place. When I stopped I told my wife I had some amazing lucids for the last hour. She corrected me and said I was only out for about 25 minutes. The sweetest high point was I levitated laying on my back like in a recliner and lifted up past the power lines and into clouds. I then cruised forward at a pace but kind of casual and just enjoyed floating through the wisps of cloud which were amazing to look at. I also had a portion where I seemed to be recovering memories from early childhood. I felt as though the block I was exploring was representative of some place I had know as a young kid. In one part I floated up to the top of a church and climbed in to an attic area. I then looked down into the church where someone was playing an organ. In another part I saw two DCs running as if in play and a park was on one side of the road. Then a cousin of mine called me over to a picnic. We walked to a house and while there I could hear helicopters and one landed in the back yard. Everyone wanted to leave because they were afraid. Then we were in a car and I was the driver. There were way to many people in the car and my shows were gone. I dropped them off in a parking lot and summoned shoes. I had a whole pile and examine them, liking the 3rd pair and keeping those. I lost those latter though. In the very first part I went around and messed with DCs by using TK to make them do silly stuff like spill their drink on there head.
The recall needs much work to get me back to functional LDing at my normal level. I am just getting tired of knowing I had two or three amazing LDs and by noon not being able to recall anything much. This was a good first step. I am writing this 10 hours after the WILD and got lots of it, but the sequence is mixed and I know sections just disappeared. This was maybe me 5th day of trying to get recall back, but only using auto suggestion and focus. I need to go old school and DJ for awhile, plus use a key word recall with a voice recorder.

Date of Dream: SUN 11 FEB - 2018



Dream No. 281 - Snacks At A Ransom Price

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was driving towards the area of Waverley Gardens Shopping Centre. Just as I was passing the Shell petrol station, I noticed that there was a problem with the way that other people on the roads were driving. In Australia, the laws are that you drive on the left side of the road but everyone was driving on the right side of the road, so I thought they would smash into my car. Thank goodness that actually didn't happen, rather, the cars went to the correct side of the road to overtake me but then they went back to the wrong side.

As I was driving into the entrance of the Shopping Centre, I saw AD on the footpath but I forgot what she was doing specifically. I continued to drive into the carpark and the area was a lot different in comparison to real life. I soon realised what I was doing and that I was supposed to meet my mum in the shops later on in the dream; but for now, I just drove around the carpark, exploring it a bit. There were heaps of escalator and lift entrances, I parked near one of them. Looking on one of the shopping centre maps placed in the carpark, I saw a Kmart and realised that the shopping complex was a lot bigger than in real life.

Behind the lift entrance, there was actually a convenience store in the underground carpark! I went into the convenience store which has heaps of food supplies compared to what would be in a normal petrol station. I decided to get a couple of snacks and so I went to the all the shelves to have a look around. I finally decided on some flavoured water as well as a double chocolate bar pack with a bonus Ferrero Rocher.

When I got to the counter, I was shocked to hear the lady say that all these items came to a cost of $1,294.00. I didn't agree with the pricing and so I told her it was too expensive. There was some young Asian man next to me at the counter that was supporting the lady's methods. I wasn't happy and I said that they were charging a ridiculous amount. The man finally gave up and said that they would charge me $888.88 instead.

I still wasn't happy, and to prove the ridiculous pricing to them, I went over to the shelves to check the marked prices for myself. I came back and I told them, “The water is $5.90, the chocolate pack is $4.39, therefore that should actually be coming down to $10.29. Now because of your stupidity I would be tempted to give you nothing, but because I am a good samaritan, I will give you the $10.30”. I reached into my bag and pulled out a 10 dollar note, putting it onto the counter when I then opened my purse and got out a 10 and 20 cent coin to make up 30 cents. The dream then changed scenes.

For the last scene of the dream, I was at this random house; the house was unknown as shown from the outside. When it came to the inside of the house though, I was in my bedroom which appeared exactly the same as it is in real life. It's day time (probably the morning) when I am in bed and Murray, Sly 4 appearance, is lying down with me. He told me to get closer to him for a hug. So I slid slightly closer and he locked me into a lengthy, tight hug. This lasted until I woke up.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None

Pant-less adventure

It was a warm morning, I was roaming around the university with a friend that I haven't seen in a while. I was wearing only a t-shirt and underwear, it bothered me a bit but nobody seemed to care or even notice. After a while of walking we met one of my pals, she left a building with her boyfriend, then she sat on a wheelchair and her legs changed, they were somehow inflated. We moved on, I really wanted to help my friend get to a bus station and I did it even though I was almost naked.

I had some trouble falling asleep right away. I noticed that when I switched from mouth breathing to nose breathing, it was easier to relax.



Round 1 of dreams.
"Accidental O B E / my sister's knife."

So I was having this dream of playing some video game. It was a racing game or something. I also remember a visual of a grey photo with Pokemon on it that said S E on the bottom left. I somehow calculated that this meant it was from serebii.net. It was ripped on the top left. There were other photos or magazine cut outs near by. My sister was also playing. I wanted to stop the game and go to bed but she wanted to finish the game. I was in my bed in my room at my previous house. I was laying down in bed with a woman, just to go to sleep, nothing really romantic in this dream. She had a knife at the head of the bed, down on the floor. It was like the red knife we use in the kitchen. Like a silver knife with a red handle. Something about the name of a teacher from my high school, Ms. H.

The knife was apparently for her to be able to stab me in case I woke her up or something like that. I decided she might accidentally grab it and stab me in her sleep, so I tried to move it to a table near my bed. While I was up from bed doing this, she got up and covered my face. I noticed that i could still breathe, which in hindsight was due to the same reason nose pinched breathing works in a dream. She was holding me down and I couldn't move. I tried to fight her. Then I think I woke up a little or something and the dream repeated, ending with her holding me down again. I don't know if it repeated in full but I think I remember playing the video game thing twice and then her holding me down trying to kill me, twice. I actually realized it was a dream and I should be able to sort of stop her from trying to kill me. I tried to push her away (gently) using telekinesis, and it didn't seem to work. I remember feeling kind of overpowered. I woke up in the heaviest and most paralyzed sleep paralysis I have ever been in before. I couldn't even breathe or move and it was so weird. I panicked and started to try to fight it, just as I was fighting it within the dream. I thought of relaxing like I had heard of from many lucid dreamers who had sleep paralysis but the fight response was too much. I was totally panicked and this became almost like a nightmare. Also, sleep paralysis within an hour or two of going to sleep at night was the last thing I expected. I felt total dread. Dread is a great word for the feeling I felt.

I really thought I would have a terrifying night terror if I stayed still, and I wanted to avert that. I thought my eye cover had slipped off and I could see things in my room dimly illuminated with white light. In hindsight, that wasn't my physical room, it was like an astral overlay of my physical room which i was seeing, or just a dream room that was close to my physical room. I remember touching my non physical eyes with my non physical hands thinking it was physical to check if the eye cover had fallen off.

I struggled with all my might to get my physical body to move. I thought I felt my physical body get up out of bed and go toward the window behind my bed. It turned out it was my non physical body, but I didn't know that at the time. That's why I called it an accidental O B E. I don't know whether to call it my astral body or my dream body. At any rate, I pushed against the window to see if I would fly out. The window was solid. The curtains were not drawn the same as they are in waking life though, but I didn't notice at the time. I could feel the cold glass window. I could also see out the glass a bit, just some rendering of street lights and house lights and maybe stars or moon. Now that I was up, I was thinking that I must have only slept very briefly. But I would just journal about it and then go back to sleep.

So I looked for my dream journal setup and my dream journal chair. The lights in the room sort of went on on their own without me noticing. My dream journal chair was in a different place, but I didn't notice the discrepancy. I started to gather my thoughts and get ready to dream journal.

Then I woke up in my physical bed in semi sleep paralysis and thought through the experience. I think I also heard some exit and re entry noises, now that I think about it.

Once I was in my physical bed for sure, my fear was pretty much gone. After forming a clear mental image of the dream, I tried to see if another dream or O B E would begin if I stayed perfectly still. I told myself that even if a night terror came right up to my face, I would just relax.

It kind of scared me that I went out of body and kind of abandoned my body in fear. That has never happened before. But I thought it was cool because I have never had an O B E like that before where a non physical body literally separates from the physical body into the persons bedroom. Of course it would happen to me accidentally, not when I try hard!












Round 2 of dreams.
"Just Fragments".

I dozed back off a lot on these even as I thought them through so some memory was lost. But I must have needed the sleep.

There was a part with my cousin and my aunt. My aunt was saying something, sitting near a door.

There was a guy who looked like someone from the gym I used to go to, saying how he did one thing per minute. He was sort of hanging off the edge of his bed, saying how dream recall was so easy. He had one hundred percent dream recall and if everyone else would only do it his way, they could have it too. But no one would listen to him. He was on one of the beds of a bunk bed. The bed was on the left side of the "dream screen" and he was facing towards the right.

There was this part where I was going through old stuff. I saw a picture of a picture of my Dad in a white polo shirt. I kind of wondered why someone took a picture of a picture but I tried to give it to him anyway. There was an old white sneaker that looked kind of droopy. I was holding it up by its navy blue laces. My Dad was saying how he didn't want us to ruin the shoe. It was like his old pair of shoes, but he had it in case his new pair of shoes broke or something.

I remembered more after waking up from them, but fell back asleep. There were definitely more parts I forgot. Later on, I remembered one part about a four versus four pokemon battle, or like a double double battle. I wrote more about this during the dream journal entry in which I remembered it.

I only got up because I needed to pee very much. Otherwise I would have kept sleeping.















Round 3 of dreams.

I am not sure if I remembered parts of last dream I thought I had forgotten as the beginning of this dream, but I will put them here.

My Dad and I were moving into a new place to live. Somehow Homestar Runner was involved. There were two vines I wanted to replant. (I dream a lot about planting plants since I started growing some house plants) So then I started a fire in the fire place. I got the feeling that I was only supposed to put one log, because it was burning a lot. It was really just glowing red, there really wasn't fire. But I think it felt too hot or something in the dream. (Maybe my blanket was on too high?)

There were cigarette butts on the floor. There was an implanted context in my dreaming mind that my Dad had been a smoker, and now he was smoking in this new house. The dream context was that he had smoked all along and just hid it from me. (I have a major aversion to smokers and cigarette smoke in waking life and if my Dad started smoking it would really be tough since I live with him). There were also some latin american guys who were going to help us with stuff. I think I remember remembering more of this at some point but I forgot. It was a pretty complex scene.

Now this part I am sure is from this "round" of dreams.

My Aunt B and Aunt C were having some conversation about some life topics. Then I was sitting around with other people at the marble table in my Nana's room from when I was a kid but it was taller. There was a woman I was interested in at the door to my Nana's room. My Aunt was joining us at the table and I kind of felt weird about her joining us all. Probably because there weren't any other of my relatives there so it was kind of like "mixing worlds".

Then there was a class my cousin was in, like a Health class. I was there, sort of auditing the class from the side, to keep an eye on her. She didn't know I was there. The teacher was talking to her and some other guys in the class. She was saying that they should always have a good grasp of how to use "feelings words". At any given time they should be able to think of some feelings words and use those. (Good advice for me!) Then the teacher gave some examples of using feelings words that I forgot. My cousin saw me and expressed her surprise that I was there. I told her, yeah, I am just following the class or something. (I guess this is because my younger cousin is away at school now and maybe I hope she is only having good influences during her time there.) I may have had a skate board or been riding a skate board during this time.

I forgot some other parts of the dream that would have been here.

Then there were these long balance bars or metal rod type of things standing up against the walls. My friend Chris from grade school was there. I was moving the metal rods but I think I wasn't supposed to. I think I was examining the physics of them, but not even in a pre lucid way. Just as a thing I was doing in the dream.

This next part is kind of hard to explain. I climbed up this jungle gym type of thing and I was falling off the side. The physics were a little different from waking life, but I didn't notice. Then I was in the middle of the thing, kind of in a square? I think i did something they didn't want me to. then another guy, someone like my friend Jeff T or Pat S, scolded me. I felt upset about that. I think I exited the square part going down a slide type of thing. It was kind of vague but that is the most accurate I can be about it.

Then there was a part about how my friend Chris has somehow wronged me or taken my money. So I was taking his money and then running away. (This might reflect a gripe I have with the grocery store because it seems that one of every three or four apples I get is rotten on the inside lately, and I want them to give me free apples to make up for it, but I don't keep the rotten apples to prove it to them) .

So then I was sort of running through a school. I was running through the hall way and thought the home economics room would be the safest place. I could feel I was being chased. It wasn't that much fear but just a mild chase feeling.

When I got into that room, I felt safer. There was a 50 dollar bill and a 20 dollar bill on a counter top. I remember looking at the money and it looked like waking life money to me. I thought of taking it and putting it in my wallet but I decided not to. Then I was sitting at this other table and trying to write on some paper. I was totally non lucid, but I think I was trying to journal what had happened so far, which is cool. Writing in the dream didn't work like it does in waking life. I was using a pencil on lined paper. Then some stuff happened in the room that I looked around at. I looked back down and there was more writing on the paper than there was before I looked away. I wasn't doing a dream state check, that was just what happened in the dream. Then, the paper became graph paper. I was trying to write an uppercase "I" to start a sentence but it was coming out all funny. I thought of using the lines on the graph paper to sort of trace the shape of the letter but it wasn't working that way, either.

My friend Pat was sitting to my right. He wasn't talking to me. It was like he was mad at me from what happened before, but not scolding me or anything. Just sort of waiting for me to talk to him or being in my company but silently. It was kind of comforting of a feeling, like we were still friends, just kind of at odds a little, one waiting for the other to break the ice.

Rather than bring up our past squabbles, he tried to help me with writing. It still didn't work, but that was nice. Then at the left end of the long table we were at, some girls sat down and some guys joined them too. One I think was Tom from my high school. I didn't recognize the others. There was a T V monitor at the end of the table showing a video of a girl. (Note to self #3*)
The girl from the video was actually sitting to the right of the video, showing it to everyone. That group of guys and girls was not really part of my group but just using the empty table space. There was another girl to her left and then maybe two guys accross from them, on my side of the table. I remember in the dream, thinking, wow, she is showing a video of herself. That is so weird to see a video of a person who is right next to the screen.

Then apparently Arnold Schwarzenegger was coming through the room. He was understood to be the president in the context of this dream. He didn't look much like Arnold Schwarzenegger, he had a different kind of face, but his body was tremendous. Not really like a V taper but instead it was like his whole body was really wide and really tall, from shoulders to waist to feet. He was wearing some kind of black suit. He had some body guards with him who were a bit smaller, but also kind of tall.

I was sitting there trying not to look too busy so that in case the president wanted to talk to me, I would seem to be available. I thought the president would want to talk to me about something, such as asking my advice for what to do about the world.

The guys and girls next to us were talking about taking showers soon. I realized that I better get in there before they take up all the showers. I grabbed whatever towel I could find. It turned out to be my friend Pat or Jeff's towel, but by the time I realized that, I was already in the room with the showers. There was another towel hanging on the door. I felt bad for taking my friends towel but didn't want to go all the way back there to return it. I considered using another one of the towels in the showering room but those probably belonged to other people, too. I think I used my towel to hide a bunch of clothes covered in poop earlier in the dream... LOL.

Then I realized I had to take a dump. So I went in the shower and hoped there would be time that I would have the place to myself before that other group of people got to the bathroom. I squatted down all the way and started to poop in the floor of the shower. I figured it would all wash down the drain! LOL. Then I looked toward the door and I saw my reflection. it was funny because it was moving out of sync with my own movements of my "dream body". I noticed this in the dream but it didn't come as a dream sign, it just seemed kind of funny to me. So as I squatted there, I kind of played with this out of sync reflection. Then I figured I was done pooping and looked down. The floor was brown where I had been squatting over but there wasn't poop, just brown spots. I forgot to wash it down into the drain, whatever it was. I knew the group of people who sat at our table could have come in at any time and I really didn't want the embarassment of them finding out I had pooped there. Then my friend came in for his towel and I told him sorry i accidentally took his. I hadn't used it yet, or really even showered. I guess the dream changed after that and I forgot I was going to shower. In fact, the whole room changed into like a combination of a library and a kitchen.

There was this one part where I was walking through a library. An Indian fellow I knew from college was saying how planks (the abdominal exercise) didn't matter. I was saying that they weren't a major muscle group so that made sense. Then I realized they are a core exercise and the core is a major muscle group. Then, I told him that. There were book shelves around. I think I spoke to him from the other side of a 4 or 5 foot book shelf.

Then I had all of my stuff in a big plastic storage bin. It was a see through plastic bin. In that bin were a bunch of smaller see through bins. It wasn't really all of my stuff, but just in the context of the dream, it was thought to be all of my stuff. I had everything I needed except a tooth brush case. My friend George F was there and he heard of my predicament. He was telling me about some tooth brush cases he had as well as two bottles of different kinds of green tooth brush cleaning liquids. One said 50 gallons of galantamine on it, and it was a dark green color. It was known as green apple. I think the other was a brighter green. This one was like a dark aqua green.

Earlier in the dream, I forgot exactly where, I was trying to hide a bunch of my clothes that were covered in poop. I had them in a pile and really didn't want people to find out I had poop on my clothes. I was trying to jam them under a table of some sort and cover them with a towel or other clean article of clothing. I was kind of panicking about hiding them.

I woke up on my left hand side. I felt dissappointed at first because I couldn't think of any of the dreams. I thought it was going to be a night of grogginess and no dream recall. But then, one by one, things started coming to mind. Once I felt I had thought of as much as I could, I got up to write. I had shoulder pain from laying on my side, so I had to roll over before I could recollect all the memories. But I actually found a way to sleep on my side without as much weight on my shoulder that I am trying and it is helping not have as much shoulder pain when I wake up, which should mitigate this problem.














Round 4 of dreams.
"First time doing nose pinch breathe test".

Before this round of dreams, I did my "workout back to bed" method where I use my exercise bike and stretch a little before laying back down. It usually helps me become lucid for some reason. I laid back down on my left side and had difficulty positioning my body at first but eventually I got to sleep.

I forgot a lot of the earlier parts of this dream.

Then I remember seeing a guy I knew named Jesse talking to the "dream screen". He used to give me advice and was even kind of a mentor, and he was saying some of the kind of advice he used to give me. I forgot anything more specific than that. Then it showed him saying that he had a red minivan. Then, the dream screen showed him sort of ghost riding the red minivan into an alley way. It was like a red jeep or mini van thing.

Then the "dream video" showed this kind of tricycle thing a kid was riding and it would zip accross the screen. There was a kid riding the tricycle. It may have been pink at one point. When it zipped accross the screen, it was more white and black. It looked like a funny MS Paint image moving accross a video taken by a video camera, like a way of editing the video. Like clip art super imposed on a regular video.

Then there were more parts I forgot. Try as I may, I couldn't remember them. So I don't know how I got from one part to the next, but the next part I remember, I was lucidly aware it was a dream.

I was telling a kid at a computer that I was willing to help him with fixing something on the computer. He was at a cubicle and there were more cubicles in the room. I forgot who the person at the computer was, or what the computer problem was, but I know I felt sort of honor bound to follow through with helping fix his problem. The computer problem was probably that it was a dream and computers in dreams are different sometimes!

Anyway I decided to stop doing that and fly away, telling myself I would get back to it later. I knew it was a dream. I flew over to a tree.

I was on the second branch of the tree and decided I wanted to climb the whole tree, because that would be cool in a dream. Then once I did that, I told myself, I would go finish helping that guy with his computer troubles.

I don't remember what else happened there. I might have climbed the tree or finished helping the guy but I don't remember! I guess some lucid stuff happened but then maybe I forgot it was a dream or maybe I still knew it was a dream. But here is what I remember next.

I was with some girls in the mall, or just watching them talk from a distance. There was something to do with food, maybe I was eating, or they were. A blonde girl seemed to be the center of everyone's attention. (Note to self #4*) I wasn't really comfortable with what they were talking about and I tried to stay away. I also had the idea of protecting my younger cousin or sister from what they were talking about.

Then I was on a computer. There was some kind of music playing. I knew it was a dream but I didn't want anyone to overhear the audio that was playing. It may have been kind of awkward to listen to. It was as though the mall scene became a video I was watching, then I was sitting outside the screen watching it there, only now I could see it was just on a screen within the dream, not the actual scene I was actually in within the dream. So I closed that window to make my computer stop playing it. Down by the download bar, there were three files that said lira.pdf. L I R A dot P D F. There was also a file I didn't catch the name of in between them. Then, a Beyonce type of song played and I wanted to close whatever window that was coming from. I couldn't close it or stop the music so I went to put the computer to sleep. I don't know if I lost lucidity temporarily or what happened in terms of lucidity but I know for sure I was lucid within a few moments of this. So I tried to open the computer's "start" menu to put it to sleep, but the start menu had no words in it. It was all blank. So I thought I would just do a manual shut down, and I pressed the manual shut down button. I was afraid I would lose all my windows and files, which is why I think I might have had a temporary gap in lucidity during this part. I could understand being lucid and wanting to stop the sound so i could continue the dream. But i can't see being concerned about saving files if I knew it was a dream and not my waking life computer. (Next time I am in a dream and some music or sound is playing that I want to shut off, I might actually try to just listen to it. Maybe it would have a message for me! It is kind of habitual for me to want to shut it off but I don't think the dream is playing it just to annoy me)

When I stepped back from the computer, I saw I was at a desk similar to my desk in waking life, with two big blinders on either side I made from dresser drawers. The room lights were on. I was actually in my bedroom from the last house I lived in, not this one, but didn't catch that until I had woken up. I thought it might be a dream, and I tried putting my right finger through my left palm. No luck. It didn't go through! Sometimes my "dream body" is too "solid" or something. But then, I tried a little more, and I saw it come out the other side a little. For me, the finger didn't really go through all the way this time. It just made a dent on the other side of my left hand that wouldn't have happened in waking life. It kind of hurt, like it usually does. Does that hurt anyone else?

So that was enough for me to know I was in a dream. I looked around the room and saw a desk with stuff on it on the side of the room to my right. So I had two desks in that room on different walls. I felt kind of panicked for some reason, maybe because I could sense the dream was about to end? I decided to keep playing around with the finger palm test and see what I could observe from just continuing to do that over again. This might have been when I tried to remember the topic of the year or month but maybe that was a different time.

then I thought of the nose pinch breathing test and decided to give it a go. I had never tried it before in a dream. I was already lucidly aware but just wanted to see what really happened. So I put my right hand up to that nostril, then my left hand up to the other, and I basically pressed the nostrils. Now, if my finger could pass through my hand, how do my fingers be solid enough to press my nostrils shut? But I guess it does that. It felt like I was pressing my nostrils closed, but that I could breathe at the same time. I think I sat in my swiveling desk chair and closed my dream eyes to just sort of meditate by breathing with my nostrils pinched. I could feel the dream chair swiveling as I did it and I thought I would get a bonus spinning effect to increase stability in addition to getting the dream state check really thoroughly. It felt cool to breathe in and out deeply. I also thought of rubbing my hands. It is funny how my mind jumps to the next thing so quickly even when I am lucidly aware.

(It reminds me of how I am when I try to meditate. Okay, let's sit down to meditate. *Starts to breathe in* Oh , wait, let me go do this or that. *Gets up and does that*. My mind sort of jumps away and I follow it. So maybe practicing meditation in a lucid dream will help me meditate better in waking life, which I used to be much better at. )

I heard some really nice instrumental music playing and I thought another dream would begin to begin. But I woke up in my physical bed. I maintained the deep breathing as I thought through the dreams.

I felt I had only a limited memory of the dream, and some parts that definitely felt memorable at the time just weren't coming to my mind. I was so relieved when at least that red mini van part came to mind. That one surprised me because it was a while after I felt like I had already got everything. I thought if I stayed still, I could have a wake initiated lucid dream while still remembering that past one. But I couldn't stay still, too much energy, so i got up to write.

I thought that lucid dream was really memorable because it was my first time nose pinch breathing. Also, I breathed in and out fully within a dream, which was one of the beginner tasks. I sort of did it with that task in mind, which was helpful.


























Round 5 of dreams.

I got up from these dreams without any memory. Actually, I stayed still, but couldn't remember anything. At first, I had some memory perhaps of some Latino or African American people. There was this one word or phrase in my mind that seemed like it would stick in my memory. But as soon as I got up to use the bathroom, it was like it was snatched away.

I remembered a part of the dreams, I think from round two, of a double double Pokemon battle. So, it was like a quadruple battle. There were four Pokemon circle thingies and two Pokemon in each, two on one side, two on the other. One was about to use a water move or a thunder move that would affect all 7 other Pokemon on the field. I was like, I didn't know they had quadruple battles now. I don't rememember the Pokemon who were there. I remember it was like your standard video game battle screen with the Pokemon on the bottom left and top right, and stats on top left and bottom right. That was pretty cool to remember something all the way back from my second round of dreams. I had thought of it then, I am sure, in a brief period of waking, but fallen back asleep.

So then I fell asleep on my right side again. It was already light out, but I did my best to ignore that. With a pillow under the right side of my torso, I didn't get that pinched nerve in my right shoulder, which enabled me to stay still long enough to sleep again.








Round 6 of dreams. .

First dream I remember, I wasn't even sure if it was a dream, or just my conscious imagination. But I think it was a dream. I was on the road perpendicular to the road I live on, and I had a female dog with me. The leash she was on had infinite length and she ran to the neighbor's fence, trying to go under it or something. I figured there was a dog she was friendly with there. I woke up from that kind of surprised it was just a dream. I was trying to think if female dogs behave that way.

Then, I had a dream I forgot. I think this was my first one in this series where I had this false awakening but became lucid within it. However, I don't remember the specifics.

Next, I had a dream that was kind of personal, so I will just make a note to self #1* about that. But I didn't realize it was a dream until after.

Then, I had another false awakening thing. I think that I had a few more false awakenings in here that I just couldn't remember. I kept dreaming of getting up out of bed and then realizing it was a dream. They seemed like they would last forever. I think my sister was in one. There may have been one with a dark haired or black haired girl.

The parts I start to remember clearly start here. I had another thing where I thought I had gotten up in waking life but it turned out it was just a dream. I might have done the finger palm test here and it poked through just a tiny bit. I remember there were a bunch of televisions all around me, playing different stuff. I wanted to calm down and avoid being overstimulated by them so it wouldn't wake me up. I knew it was a dream. Then I was in this blue locker room thing with lots of aisles. I was kind of chilling out, trying not to adrenalize or do anything too extreme. Then, I looked to the end of the locker room, and I just thought I would like to rocket myself to the very end of it. So I flew there as fast as I could and stopped. I flew by some people going that way. I decided I would fly back after that, so I jumped up, exhaled really hard, and tried to fly. but I could only fly very slowly, making this funny whoopie cushion noise with my mouth. On my left, I saw a beautiful blonde haired girl at some kind of cubicle with some lights shining on her face. I flew by her though. Someone I flew directly over gave me a funny look. I woke up.

I think there were a little more parts I forgot.

Then, I remember this part outside of a store. I wasn't lucid yet I don't think. I was dream chaining so some dreams in the dream chain, i was automatically lucid. And some dreams in the dream chain, I had to wait to get a DILD. This was one where I had to wait to get a DILD.

In this one I found myself outside a store, listening to two kids talk. Their Dad was this guy Eric I used to see more often. He smoked cigarettes, which I usually don't think is good. The kids were saying how he really isn't capable of being too much of a bully, but he is not capable of being too sensitive, either. They sounded kind of sad. They were saying how he made a lot of money on a Youtube video contract. I guess Eric was more on my mind because I have been passing by his house more often on my walks to the grocery store.

As I was listening to the kids talk, I think I noticed I might be dreaming again. I don't know exactly how I noticed that, but I started to run. It was a beautiful day with a blue sky and all of the buildings were neon orange, neon green or neon yellow. I decided just to go for a run in the dream, which was lots of fun. There was this interesting lightly colored stone statue in the middle of the town that had something written on it in a stone carving. I kind of did a double take to try to read it, but didn't feel capable of stopping long. I don't remember what it was now but it gave me the feeling of some reading on someone's grave stone. That was when I realized that I felt like I was going against the grain of the dream. So I stopped and asked the "awareness behind the dream", "hey, what is your will for me now?" I kind of wanted to go more with the flow of the dream, but I didn't feel like I could get into the flow of the dream. So I kept running up this hill, noticing the neon pastel yellows, oranges and lime greens of the many buildings. To my right , I saw what looked like a prison with bars in front of it. There were men in dark blue uniforms out front I thought could be police officers. I was scared that they would stop me and take me into dream prison but I was able to run right by. There seemed to be some other dream figures being incarcerated.

Then, I sort of woke up from that, but somehow I maintained the feeling of running. This was really interesting. I maintained the feeling of my body running while the "dream screen" showed me these green binary ones and zeroes on a black background. There was also some white shiny lining behind the binary code. I continued to feel my body run and look at this binary code, knowing my physical body was laying still in my physical bed. At some point, it started to scare me, like it might go on forever, and my soul would be stuck there? So I willed my body out of bed, not knowing that I was willing my astral or dream body out of bed, like I did by accident earlier in the night.

Then, I was laying in my bed on my right side again, like the way I had fallen asleep. I thought it was my physical bed. I heard some audio playing. There were actually two recordings going at once. One, I figured I could have left on when I went to sleep, even though upon reflecting now I know I did not have any audio on when I went to sleep this time. This was one of the first times I had a false awakening that started laying on my side in bed, but I actually noticed it was a false awakening. So that is a big sign of progress.

I sort of rolled over to my front and saw two ipods, a blue one and a bigger old fashioned black one. I un plugged the blue one, and now I only heard the second audio. It wasn't coming from the black i Pod. I wasn't lucid yet. I walked along the side of my bed there and found the other audio was coming from this radio thing in the wall. It had a knob that I dialed to the off position. It was kind of a red knob, poking out of my closet. The dream state indicators were beginning to pile up but I wasn't lucidly aware yet.

Then, I saw all these stickers on the wall near the left hand side of my door. My wall was a mix of orange and pink and I knew those stickers weren't there in waking life, so I became lucid. Yay! I thought to myself that I am just in a really long chain of false awakenings and this is so fun. I felt like it would go on forever!

I think the radio came back on, or I never fully turned it off. I turned it off again, but I had the feeling that turning it off was "my will" where as maybe the "dream intelligence" wanted me to just stop and listen to it. I heard some of the words but I don't remember them.

There was one part, which was either in this dream or earlier, where I realized the dream chain was going on so long that I would like to stop and recollect the events, while remaining in the dream. Perhaps try to jot down some dream journaling within the dream or otherwise think back through it. (One of my biggest dream intentions is to ask the dream itself for an increase in dream recall, or to help me remember the dream in 100% detail. And I will promise the dream to write out every bit and piece of the dream that comes to mind. But I didn't do that this time.) I find that in dreams, I have a hard time staying still long enough to really do something like that which requires me to sort of sit and focus.

Also, this may have been earlier, or maybe it was in this one. I remember a yellow green thing and a sky blue rectangle thing. I remember wondering what I could think of to do, and not being able to think of much. (Note to self #2*)

So I felt that I needed to go pee, which would make sense by now, having been dreaming for what felt like so long. There was this black toilet kind of thing that appeared when I turned in one direction. I almost went, then thought, maybe I could just wait until i get up. I was afraid to wet the bed, and I didn't need to go very much. (I have actually peed in lucid dreams and not peed in real life though)

So then, I was realizing I really want to do something cool. But I couldn't think of anything. I found a wall mirror that was about shoulder width, one of those 3 to 5 foor tall by one to 1.5 foot wide ones. And I talked to myself in it. My eyes got kind of slanty and it looked cool, but other than that, it looked like me. I was telling myself, come on, Charles, we gotta think of something we really wanted to do! I think I remembered to ask the dream what its will for me was again but I am not sure. I remember realizing that I wanted to help someone in a dream, which is really good for me to remember. I walked in to one room kind of thinking that but I didn't officially ask the dream. But the dream must have read my mind and made it happen. Then, I heard my sister in another room. At first it was oriented like the house I live in now. But then, it was kind of a different kind of house I had never been in. I actually heard my Mom's voice calling to me. So I went to where I heard her calling from. It was this room that had a door to it on either side, as if it was between two hallways.

There was a big bed in the middle and to the left of that bed, she was doing art on an easel. I had entered from the right hand side of the room. She was painting, drawing or coloring some kind of orange and yellow butterfly. I immediately remembered my other L D from a few days ago where my Mom was being really nice to me, and I wanted to compliment her on her art, but my dream mouth was too full of dream food! So I was so excited to have another chance.

I immediately went, something like, "Mom, your art is so beautiful!" She seemed surprised. I think she was just asking me for help with something minor around the house or something. But I flew accross the bed, still lucidly aware, and gave her a big hug. I said something like, "I love you, Mom!" Apparently I didnt have a shirt on, even though I think I did in the mirror before. Apparently I was sweaty, too, and my Mom was like, you're all sweaty. L O L! She was wearing some kind of knitted sweater. I told her I would wash it for her so no worries. She started saying how she needed help with organizing her art awards. Then, I woke up in my physical bed.

That was SO AWESOME. That was definitely one my best L D's ever so far. I remembered a really positive and wholesome intention. I think listening to 3 to 4 hours of Robert Waggoner interviews from You Tube gave me a lot of inspiration for how cool of a thing can happen in a dream.

As I was dreaming, I was aware that I was sleeping in much later than usual, but luckily, I had no prior arrangements. My schedule in my waking life is pretty flexible. So this dream chain was a huge, huge bonus, because I already had a nap the day before and a full nights sleep.

I stayed perfectly still upon awaking that last time, thinking through it. I actually thought if I stayed still long enough, I might have more dreams, or an O B E. I remembered as much as I possibly could, and even felt some sleep paralysis kick in.

What my body will do is either stay still and go to sleep, or if it doesn't want to sleep, it will stretch out like a big lion, flexing every muscle, with a big yawn. When that happens, I usually assume I am done sleeping for now. I definitely am very satisfied with this experience and I feel great right now, even with having forgot certain parts of the dream.

I remember waking up between earlier dream segments, thinking about them, and thinking I was formulating a memory. but then a new dream would begin. So, I guess I didn't consciously form and store the memory solidly enough.

In dream chaining, I look at those dreams I forget kind of like a gamble. I might remember them, but I might forget them. Either way, I will go deeper into the dream chain, and maybe have more dream experiences that I will remember, so it is kind of worth it to keep dream chaining, in my current analysis.

I feel really happy now. I think it would be nice to tell people I care about that I love them in more dreams. The thing about this is, in waking life, there are usually barriers to how much love I can express towards someone I care about. Like it will feel weird to express that much love. But in a dream, the same barriers aren't present, so I can fully express my love for someone I care about. If it was actually a shared dream with my Mom, where perhaps she was not lucidly aware it was a dream, but I was, she might not remember it, but she would definitely have an inner sense of happiness from that, too.







At some point, I also remembered to think of the task of the month and year. I am pretty sure I remembered to think of it.

+(f) room, group, some spilled water on the floor

+(f) tall statue, see it up close, construction, I think there must be metal internal frame to hold all that concrete. I'm floating around it and observing it, my dad(?) is there? My kids as they were small are running around. I see a photo of them. It needs to be printed out

+ I'm approaching an escalator with a bunch of people. Large crowd. Some sort of official presentation. There is a large chalkboard. I'm trying to move through the crowds of people, there is an official at the top of the escalator (down escalator) registering people(?). Cameras, things on my (his?) belt getting in the way. Someone is finishing a presentation, then people need to put their names on the board to form a line for making individual presentations. Everyone crowds the board. [For purposes of DJ, assume my name is Joe Dreamer]. There are a lot of people writing my name (Joe) on the board. There is not a lot of room left to put my name when I get up so I put it a little bit to the left. I say "there are too many Joe's here!" Then I see someone else write "Joe" on the board. So I decide to add my last initial, "D" after "Joe". Then another guy comes up and writes "Joe D" on the board, and I say "there are too many Joe D's here!"