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This was a vivid dream I had from the other night.

Dream

I was inside my house and noticed a cream colored horse near the couch. Excited to have the animal in my house I turned it's hair and pet it a bit. I didn't know it than but it was a horse I drew yesterday. Unsure if the horse would be allowed to stay I tried convincing everyone who turned up of the benefits to having the horse over. Skipping to the next scene, I'm walking outside with family and on my way to class when I notice a guy behind me. He seems like he has a group and I come to the conclusion by the way they talk, that they think they are a tuff popular group.

I decide to not let it bother me and sit down in my desk when I arrive inside the classroom. While paying attention to what seems like my art history teacher, I begin to hear whispering and turn to see a guy, who looks like a familiar dc, filming me with a really small camera at a angle.They began to snicker so I get mad and get up, snatching the camera away from the guy. "What are you doing!? Give it back!" I hear him shout. The teacher shouts at me too but than his friend says "were gonna find you and beat you up after class. How does that sound?"I stay standing and tell them straight up that if he proves there is no photo or recording of me Ill give the camera back.

The guy who looks like a familiar dc made the device show pictures as requested. First I saw palm trees/grass, than he swiped and I saw a woman, light, blue eyes, short brown/black hair, a bit above average, wearing casual clothing, sitting on what I think was a tree that was on the ground. I thought it was his mom even though she was lighter than him. He swiped again and I saw another pic of her but a face pic of her. He than swiped and showed me pics of orange/red leaves on the ground and a close up pic of the ocean water near the grass.

"Sorry, I thought you had something of me in there"I said to him. He said it was okay. Than we went to the window where his other friend showed me a pic of what was his girl friend. He kissed the phone than used the phone to show me something on a screen near the window. Words appeared than I saw a awkward scene of another familiar dc sitting on the grass camouflaging in brown leaves, feathers and mud. Almost all his face/body was covered. His eyes in this dream was blue mixed with brown though.I felt a bit awkward looking at him cause he looked a mess but i thought his character was the wise yet cute silly/clumsy type so I said what I thought but changed the subject cause the guy with the phone looked like he was disinterested by it. Next thing I asked was if he liked anime. He paused at first than said yes and put some anime music on his phone. Singing some lyrics which helped break the ice. After I woke up I was happy it was a dream though. I don't want school drama after all. I did like how vivid it was though.




Ignore his/her nose. XD

I felt a need of meditation after I got home from my work. I got stuck without any will in that state for about 1 hour. Then my wife came to me with daughter, they needed quiet place for teaching a poem.
I got disturbed by them, and aware, that my spiritual body is loosened. it took about minute to leave physical body because I felt to be disoriented by interference to the process they were creating by moving on the bed and speaking.
Finally, I severed all the bindings I felt, and I stood up. I felt dizziness. My spiritual body was humming with energy... and everything was shining in strong pale blue light. The room was not out of ordinary, but it was empty even if I heard daughter repeating the poem. I tried to walk away from the room, but I was roughly send back into my body by my daughter... she pushed me roughly into my leg.
But I was still feeling that my spiritual body is loosened so I separated fast this time. I levitated and flew out of house. I shouted very strongly: "Hello Sonia! Remember to tell me, that you heard my shout!" That's one of experiments I'm running for years without success.
My surroundings and myself was shining in strong pale blue light, sky was dark. I felt the pull to the north, and I flew fast. at the start I flew high, but disorientation feeling grew with time, making me to fly lower and lower... The best height was about 1.5-3m above the ground. But at that height, there were obstacles... trees, houses, fences... in sake of fast reaching of the pull center I disregarded their existence and flew directly through them. A few times I crossed even terrain level. To the end of flight I found that I fly to my parents house which was shining in gold light. But then I was again disturbed by my daughter shove into my leg...

Remarks
It looked like higher level of astral dimension. It didn't look like mental dimension.
I met no other being in my surroundings. I was alone there.
My shout felt strong, resonating through everything, but since there was no call from receiver I take this experiment as failed.

Morning of September 20, 2017. Wednesday.



This dream is vivid from start to finish even though I deliberately change my identity twice (by way of non-lucid dream control). Instead of my most common form of dream state initiation (water, which symbolizes the real-time dynamics of sleep), it begins with another very common dream state indicator, that is, “still” being in bed. (The difference of course relates to sleeping in the waters of the womb in the first months of life in contrast to sleeping in bed, though the dream state initiation form may be incidental.) My dream self’s memory is mostly limited to not much beyond the age of twenty.

The bed turns out to be in a new version of the Loomis Street house. It is in the living room. There is much more space on the north side of the room than there was in reality and there is also a vague association with our Gellibrand Street apartment of years ago (though I do not reflect upon this while in my dream). The bed is in the northeast corner of the room, aligned to the north wall. I am on the left side (which is atypical as I have mostly been on the right side in recent years when sleeping with Zsuzsanna, though this is probably related to subliminal reinduction). My brother-in-law Bob had been sleeping on the right side. My sister Marilyn is alive and as she was in the late 1970s (with no memory of her having died in 2014). She has not yet decided to go to sleep. I am seemingly aware my mother had recently died (though she died in 2002).

Anita comes in through the front door and asks Marilyn if she had been in the bed sleeping, mentioning “all five people” in the bed (even though I had only been aware of Bob being in the bed). I turn more to my left, very close to the edge of the bed. It seems that Anita had picked up and kept an American quarter that had fallen out of my shirt pocket. More coins fall onto the floor from my left shirt pocket, including at least three American quarters and a few nickels and dimes, but these I retrieve and put in my right pants pocket (as I am apparently wearing blue jeans in bed).

I then get up and start practicing telekinesis by willing objects to fly into my right hand, mostly cups, empty soda cans, and dishes. “Did you see that?” I keep asking Anita and Marilyn. There is no surprise from them.

I go outside and it seems to be late morning (even though it had been nighttime seconds before). I fly about six feet above the ground but mostly hover and loudly screech. The unfamiliar neighbor to the south has a few children playing in his yard. I decide to go over, via the alley, and apologize for my behavior, as it may have frightened them. I explain to the man that I am “Carrie’s brother”. For a short time, I puzzle over the timeline possibly being wrong, as Carrie and I are supposedly around the same age and I perceive it may be the late 1980s. I then show him my telekinetic ability. I will small items to fly into my hand from a distance as well as an empty cardboard box that had been put out for the garbage collectors. The other male seems curious but not afraid. “I can lift a house,” I explain, “or a car”. (I have the usual false memory that a house can be lifted into the air and set back down with telekinesis without destroying the foundation, plumbing, or electrical connections.)

There are many scenes after this where I go into a building and show my telekinetic abilities to several other unfamiliar people, mostly males of about twenty. I continuously will, over and over, mainly cups (though other items as well) to fly into my right hand. I perform such acts at least thirty times as others watch with mild interest. It seems effortless and triggered by softly imagining the feeling of already having it in my hand. I also eventually cause cups to slide across the table away from me (not nearly as common a dream event as willing them to me). The others find it amusing when I do this. For some reason, this seems more important and impressive than drawing objects to me.

I then decide to be Carrie herself. I am beginning what seems like eighth grade in an unknown school. While sitting at a long table with a few others in a row, I will pencils to fly into my hand from the table in front of us. One unfamiliar boy directly to my left looks at me and the pencils flying from the other table into my hand, but does not react - as if he cannot see or understand the world around him. He looks somewhat arrogant but completely clueless. I reason that, unlike the previous witnesses, many young people have no perception or understanding of the world around them, so unusual or unexplainable events are not perceived as such at all.

From here, I notice that the top layer of skin has come off around the base of my thumb and partly across the palm. There are clumps of dead skin here and there that I peel off. The flesh underneath is pure white and very soft and smooth. Curiously, I do not notice that my hand is reversed in orientation, that is, when my palm is up, my left thumb is on the right (instead of my left thumb being outward to the left with my palm up as it should be). It is very vivid, with an augmented sense of touch (though no pain) and I never take more notice to this impossible hand orientation despite the clarity.

In the last scene, I fly around above Sill Street, mostly to the west. (This is a very illogical location and focus for my dreams, as it was of little significance in real life and not seen at all since 1994, and yet has peculiarly become more common over the last few years.) This seems more of the closing credits to a movie. Curiously, instead of music associated with “Carrie” (1976), I hear an altered version of the lyrics and music from “Sybil” (1976 television miniseries). However, these are the same incorrect lyrics I sang in the 1970s, even playing the music on my accordion and electronic organs. I perceive Carrie (Sissy Spacek) as singing them. Instead of “Mirror mirror in my mind”, I always sang “Mirror mirror in my heart” (so much so, the real lyrics now sound “wrong” to me). Instead of “Come as a dream, ribbons of rhymes”, I sang it as “Fashions and swirls, ribbons and curls”.

Interestingly, Anita’s reference to supposedly five people having been in the bed may have deliberately foreshadowed me playing the two other roles before waking. Coins often relate to coalescence and the level of subliminally perceived neural activity in the dream state. Since early childhood, I have always been aware of very distinct differences between dream self modes, including passively non-lucid, non-lucid but willful, non-lucidly in control (being aware of making and controlling “my world” though with no direct recall of what a dream is), passive lucidity, willful lucidity, apex lucidity (total and sustained willful conscious creation and automatic linear control of the dream including deliberately symbolic waking transitions based on fifty years of day to day experience where certain long-term forms of conscious thought automatically integrate into unconscious states), and other distinct levels of unconsciousness, including entirely abstract where my existence seems to be as a letter of the alphabet or geometrical form, sometimes with unusual and unique mental rituals, or the repeating of a phrase to “perfectly” assume a physical position prior to waking.

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Fragment 1: I was testing out a new survival game with a friend where everything starts out black and white but then changes as you collect atoms. The more grayscale it is, the less basic actions you can do.
Fragment 2:
I remember going into this extremely maze like building with my family and losing them pretty quickly. I was going down stairs, up stairs, down halls, up halls, and the theme of the building never changed. It was always this green color, kind of like mint chip ice cream except darker.
Fragment 3: This one ties in with fragment 2. After that, I found an outside area that resembles my school's blacktop where PE takes place in real life. There were about four or five different supply trucks kind of just sitting there. I apparently found my uncle, and I was also holding a glass of wine, but it resembled water in a fancy glass. I went to ask if the people in the trucks wanted some. One of them said no because they didn't want to lose their job. That made sense. After that, I saw my uncle swearing under his breath. I then lost him. I entered where the weight room usually is, and I found one of my friends in real life. We'll call him C. He was also lost. I also found this room to resemble my other friend's. We'll call him J. Anyways, I asked him if he was lost too, and he said yes. I then accidentally bumped into someone who looks a lot like my Substitute PE teacher in real life. We'll call her Mrs. T. Anyways, I asked her for directions and she said sure. She then put me in the bathroom right next to the room I was in. I saw her talking to C for a little bit, and then she decided to kidnap me and put me under the bed across from the room next to the bathroom for 2 years. She said something like "did you enjoy getting locked up for a few minutes? Well now you'll be here for two years! J can't help you cause he's too busy being on his computer!!!" She had a bit of generic Asian person in her voice for some reason. I then woke up at about 3:20 something.

+ [very vivid] "star wars in the sun" -- dodging tanks, several "burning man C3PO", the playground area dug into the sidewalk with crumbling concrete, the museum entry with kids playing a computer game (python!) and the old man showing how to change games by winding differently colored strands of paint around two terminals (I thought this controlled a virtual machine apparatus behind the scenes!)

+ rocking the boat-house with TZ. TZ is hiding gameplay in his home office with a slide-to-the-side computer screen but he's too slow and my wife catches him and while he scrambles to ctrl-alt-del kill the partially hidden game task my wife sees him and gives him an earful about that. I think "poor fool, running windows 95, of course he can't kill the task fast enough"

+ cleaning up used condoms over at a kids' friend's house and throwing them in the sink but the sink is too small and they might clog the works. they are wet and nasty, one of them is mine I know, and the rest are theirs. I say "you throw them away, because I picked them up". I think I'm going to see some of the "good bits" on a girl but she gets shy and covers up.

+ flying with some amount of control over direction and in what I'm seeing. I think I'm doing a WILD and these are visualizations

+ (f) over at kids' friend's house (earlier in the night, not same dream) I'm in MZ's room and the boys are talking about something

#515

Work lets of early. I go outside and there is a full carnival in the parking lot. I see a lot of free food and the rides are free for all employees.

I an in some hallway and there is a dude acting weird in. The keeps making do things I dont like and it creeps me out.

I am at home. I get my gun out and load it. It looks really strange and I feel something is off. It is way too large and made of clear purplish-pink plastic. Some random part breaks off.

I am now outside near a creek. My wife has a very strange Rodney King looking man come visit. Hes weird and I dont like him. I say he has to leave. I still have my gun but i have unloaded so I use it to chase him away. It fires fully automatic. I am shocked that I almost shoot him, but kind of shit I had.

I look at the creek water and notice how trippy it all looks. Lucidity is triggered. I put my face in really shallow water expecting a deep underwater scene but the visuals never materialize. I feel myself floating away. I resist at first but decided to let go. I float way out but something sucks me back to looking at the shallow creek water. The dream is unstable and I almost worry about waking up. I remember worrying about that is a bad idea so I decide to do something else. There is a distorted Asian man on the other side. I fly to him and for some reason I squeeze cheeks. I don't linger. I've got to keep moving to keep the dream going.

There is a lot of random running around that I don't fully recall. I think I should have a goal but I know that if I think about it too much Ill lose the dream.

I end chasing a woman in a motorized wheel chair. I partly morph into my werewolf form and run on all fours. We are in a grocery store. She's a dog now. We slip between shelves knocking products out of the way and knocking people over. Every time I almost catch her I slip on slick tile or tabletops. My paws cant get a good grip and I run in place a lot just like my pets in waking life. There is another dog lounging under my dining room table. I slowly creep under there to talk to it. I wake up before I get the chance.

Morning of September 19, 2017. Tuesday.



In the first part of my dream, in the first non-lucid segment, I am in a typical scenario where I am in a bookstore (or what is firstly perceived as one) and looking at various comic books and graphic novels. This goes on for a long time as I gather a stack together to keep. The books are unfamiliar, thus new to me, though some are implied to be older (as far back as the 1970s).

At this stage, the personified preconscious is present as a younger unfamiliar male. Curiously, he is painting, as if there was also an art studio here. It is not much bigger than A4 size and lying on the table that I am sitting at eventually. It seems to be a landscape with flowers in the foreground.

I tell him how I had painted, with a paint-by-number kit when I was a boy, two skulls. I explain how they were two singular portraits of skeletal pirates, shown from about the chest up. (This is based on a real-life event and thus atypically, is a real memory.) He said he had never heard of them. “Oh, they were quite popular,” I reply. I then go on to describe how my older brother Earl had started a very large paint-by-number of the Mona Lisa, but had never finished. (This was also a real event, from the early 1970s.)

Eventually, I decide to walk out of what now seems like a second-hand store. I have a stack of graphic novels and comic books at least a foot high. However, it seems confused with the free bookstore, where (in real life) there is no one present other than the patrons and one is trusted to trade books of equal value on their own. A cashier, an older unfamiliar female, stops me by asking what I am doing. She is at a counter to my right. Apparently, I have to pay for the books, possibly a lot of money, which I do not have on me, which I tell her. I also protest in that I tell her I had left food on a previous visit. It does not seem to matter to her. I still apparently have to pay for these books now.

I take out my wallet and the contents of my right pants pocket and see that I have only coins, which I place on the counter, which has now suddenly shifted to the opposite side of the room and farther back from the entrance of the store - a subliminally willed (non-lucid dream control) attempt at reinduction, that is, I had consciously but subliminally willed the counter back from my dream’s implied exit point as well as shifting it from the right to the left, as right is more typical of waking symbolism orientation. (The checkout of a store symbolizes a specific level of emergent consciousness as a common liminal space end marker in my dreams, fully understood as such since I was very young. This does not mean every dream ends shortly after a checkout is rendered, but it does indicate a precursor to an expected shift in consciousness, not necessarily full wakefulness, though that is often the case).

The preconscious factors had transmuted from the artist (which symbolizes potential lucidity, though my non-lucid dream self does not realize this) to the elderly female cashier, though an unfamiliar male with a beard joins her on her right (the same orientation Zsuzsanna and I are presently sleeping in). The other male looks at my coins. Three of them are unusual in that they are mostly featureless other than having an embossed circle on them. “These are tally-hoes,” he says. This seems to mean that they may not be coins for buying something but possibly for use with public transport, or perhaps of little value. (Of course, “Tally-ho”, here an absentminded association with tallying up the total price as in “tally whole cost”, is here also a codeword for the waking transition analogous as the dream self hunting for the fox, which represents the precursor to coalescence back into conscious self identity and critical thinking skills or cleverness which the dream self does not typically possess.)

From here, my mode of non-lucid dream control increments. I decide to leave the store with the books anyway, by teleporting and phasing through the entrance door without opening it (another form of subliminal reinduction, that is, even though I do not know I am dreaming, I deliberately manipulate it, a very common state of in-dream awareness for me).

Still, they are heavy to carry, but I do not mind that much. It seems to be late at night. I notice that the moon is of an unusual appearance as a number of unusual clouds encircle it. The moon imagery is within the blue sky even though the rest of the sky is dark. Understanding that this image of the nighttime sky is absurd, I now become fully lucid and I decide to actively change and sustain my dream.

The first act I perform is to joyfully throw my books onto the ground, as there is no sense in carrying them (or to be weighed down by them) in the dream state. I feel physically lighter and very happy to realize I am dreaming due to lifelong understanding of taking full conscious self advantage of this state. I enter apex lucidity and decide to create a park and have a sustained and augmented sexual encounter with Zsuzsanna. After this, I will it again. Parts of my body are “buzzing” with pleasure and our climaxes are extended (probably due to the Tetris effect from so many real-life events). However, I eventually shift into a different form of lucidity, where my dream is so realistic, that my dream self starts to question if my real physical body is somehow walking around (which of course is a ridiculous thought, but this has happened in past lucid dreams of a higher and sustained form), so I decide to initiate waking to find that I (that is, my sleeping physical body) had not moved at all. Still, there is something about the bliss, freedom, and even perceived safety of apex lucidity that is hard to describe.

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Fragment 1: I was asking if I could join a fake gang that my friend's little sister was in. She said no because her friend was leading the gang.
Fragment 2: After that, I entered a classroom and saw that a classmate had brought a tiny laptop with him. After that, he went on the twitter account of a crappy low quality CGI movie, and then watched it there. It involved a penguin getting a group of four other creatures ready for takeoff in order to complete one of their missions. While that was playing I had It Is The Parabola by Bull of Heaven playing in a playlist, but instead of it is the parabola, it was called "it is parabola (creator's concept)" and instead of the one hour long experimental reversed jam that I am used to, it played this soothing acoustic music. I then woke up because of my alarm. DANG SCHOOL DAYS!!!

Listening to the sound of silence. Same old meditation during WBTB to go straight into a lucid dream but this time I am focusing on listening to the sound of idle noise. This idle noise in my ears; more like in my hearing. If you plug your ears, yes you hear nothing but you also hear a slight ringing, hum, buzz, or whatever. It's an idle sound if you pay attention close enough. So I just sit and focus on this sound for about 10 minutes then retire to bed; still focusing on this noise.

The lucid dreams were stable for a while but when just collapsed despite me engaging all of my senses and rubbing my hands.

I was at school during one of my classes. We were told that we had to do an assignment of our favorite video game and I picked doom 3. We also had to have a partner, so I went with the same person who convinced me that school was out in 3rd period in the other dream. I told her that I picked the first game I saw and liked. She replied with "I don't like doom 3!" After that, we got up to get our materials and possibly do this assignment in another class when I started to examine the cover. It was accurate when I actually gave it to my friend, but now instead of just the name and BFG edition under it, it was of a screenshot from a game that doesn't exist and it also seemed to move like ingame footage. Anyways, we were getting our materials when the teacher stopped us and asked my friend how she was doing in PE. She said that she wasn't doing very good in PE, and then I woke up.

I emerged into LD in the night... dark environment, countryside, which was only weakly illuminated by the moon. I flew for long time over my birthplace, relishing in the freedom it makes, exploring the dreamscape from the sky. I was wondering how long I would be able to remain conscious.
Then I started to explore houses in the villages going from one to other... why not, it is a dream. I found nobody even if I expected people to sleep or doing something(sleep zombies). Finding nothing interesting I flew again into sky and I took direction to the city.
After long flight(I was slow) I reached the city... again it looked empty. As I flew over train station I noticed a train engine disappearing leaving two wagons on the tracks. I found that intriguing so I flew down. I entered one of the two wagons and second wagon disappeared too. In the wagon, there was maybe 30 people. Wagon transformed into bus. It started to move. I was going from rear part of the bus to forward part. I saw there a flash of panther like pattern, shining in the darkness for a second or two. That made me aware, that there is my friend in the bus, she likes to wear that pattern. So I came to her and conscious that it is a dream I had no problem to embrace her from behind... She looked to me, startled, recognized me and vanished. I was surprised by that too... but what could I do with that? I left the bus on next bus station. Then I flew for a long time around the city and away from it till I disappeared from LD into waking life.


Remarks
It was a long dream... According to clocks it lasted over 2 hours. I had sharp consciousness through whole experience, but there was nothing interesting... other than meeting the friend.
Second dream where I met her this way(embrace and her disappearance after that).

The first part of my dream involved two teams of people: good cartoons which consisted of Adventure Time characters with Jake the dog as the leader, and the villains, both summoned by creating an object in the air that represents their team. There was one part when the good side was on their way to a tower like structure in Lumpy Space, but they were prevented by the villains due to the fact that the shape being drawn was cut off and left unfinished. They of course broke through this and Jake managed to make it to Lumpy Space. As soon as he arrived, his powers were taken away from him in mid transformation. He was in mid transformation, though, so he had some left to spare and then impaled the entire other team in one jab. He then turned back to normal and free fell into the depths of Lumpy Space.

The second part is very vague and involved the cast of Nigahiga. They were supposedly working on a hair care commercial and browsing for themes on YouTube, which apparently was a new addition.

Got a few scraps and a briefly lucid dream to note.

WBTB, where I spent 10 minutes meditating before drifting off.

Scrap Group 1
Memory of a lucid dream gone kaput. I could barely remember Dragon Ball characters or other media figures being involved.

Dream 1 - Summer-ish Lucid Dream Competition 2017 - Day 16 - Part

The visuals were clear. I was a crewman in a civilian submarine. This was a large, dome-like vessel, equipped with 360 degree pivotable propellers and supported by underwater surveilance drones as part of her navigation system. Besides me, at least seven others serviced the craft, of which an older, stern blonde haired woman was its captain.

We descended to the depths of an illuminated ocean. I'd random thoughts on comparing this sub to Batman's submarine, when I gained awareness. I crossed my fingers, and hoped I'd find my guide, E, floating around. Soon, one of the remote drones caught sight of a massive figure. This was indeed my guide in the form of a pale, colossal mermaid, or more appropriately, "whale-maid", given her tail's horizontal orientation and lack of scales. My fellow crewmembers scrambled to open communications via said drone, and were genuinely surprised at being able to have a conversation with my guide. After a talk, all parties agreed to meet at some location.

I got too engrossed in this story, and lost awareness. Anyway, the crew and I eventually arrive at the ocean floor, where we find an entire functional contemporary town, of all things. Despite all the neon signs and buildings, the place looked unusually barren. E was similarly nowhere in sight. Again, we spoke remotely, during which she clarified her dwelling in mountains so as to not frighten the local populace.

Once at the correct location, I finally spotted my guide's silhouetted form within eyesight. Even past the shadows, she appeared unusually haggard. Still, I (unconsciously) corrected her appearance when she approached us. It seemed E was very intrigued with the sub. Perhaps too much, as she took to innocently mishandling random components. Such curiosity risked harm to my crew, especially at those depths. We had no choice but to use the ship's (then revealed) electroshock-weaponry to release ourselves from her grasp.

Don't recall much else until the dream ended.

Scrap Group 2
Another WBTB where I meditated for a bit. Dreamlets transitioned to various dreams unconsciously.

Walking around my neighborhood at daytime. Fallen trees and other debris hindered my stroll.

9/15/17
-1-There was a gathering and a 12-hour road trip. I don’t remember what this outdoor gathering was about. I wasn’t thrilled about spending so long in the car for that.
-2-People were being oppressed in my old house. I looked in a bag of electronics and wires, which meant some bad suffering from those nearby was about to begin. So, I got up, led everyone past the guards outside to the street. I was going to make a speech, despite the protests made by the guards.

9/16/17
Bill Dow was an android and a really cool guy. Later, he appeared in an ad. In the same scene, lots of people had to walk down flights of stairs to keep the airflow going. I think it was some kind of convention center-inspired airport. Other stuff happened that I don’t remember.

9/17/17
I was good friends with Thorax. He lived in a sort of ‘palace’, though I wouldn’t call it a palace, as it was more along the lines of a calm resort with home-like features. I had my own section and so did my younger sister. While I was at my PC, Thorax walked in and said something about not being able to go out to eat on Tuesday, so he decided,
“Let’s do seafood on Wednesday.”
Because of this decision, I looked on Google Earth for a seafood place around the highly populated island. I didn’t find any.

The home building had a giant portal room, so if you had a portal gun, you could play with it there. That room had a tree-like structure in the center that stretched from the ceiling to deep in the basement. The floor on the outside was covered in a few inches of standing pool water. There was another room with devices that could change your traits and abilities—being able to fly, or breathe underwater, for example. These devices were slightly elevated above the pool water flooding the room. On the east side of the room was a mostly glass wall leading to the street outside. Also, the weather was cloudy.

Later, I was in a shop that a guy stole my stuff from, and only my stuff. That was frustrating.

Prior to the Google Earth scene, I was on a hiking trip on a forested trail with my family, another friend, and Thorax. We eventually stopped inside a building near the end of the trail. Outside the window, I could see the sidewalk by the parking lot.
[New Scene]
Everything the Mythbusters had used over the previous 4 years was now on a bed.

For the past week or so I have been waking myself up 4.5-5 hours after going to sleep. So bed at 11PM, and waking at around 3:30-4:00. I have been trying to WILD at least once every morning. I have had so-so dream recall for as long as I have been gone off these forums, and I wanted to get back into lucid dreaming. I actually had a short layer one lucid dream a few days ago, but it only lasted about 30-45 seconds before the dream went dark and I could not regain control of the dream before waking up. I had just set out my dream journal this morning next to my lava lamp so I could use its dim light to write down my early morning dreams and grab a sip of water and use the restroom, etc. I'll copy the fragments from the early morning down, and then the second dream is going to be the one I had after waking about 2 hours later.

Visiting St. Louis

Don't remember much. I visited St. Louis in this dream, but it was much smaller than it should have been. I suppose it more closely resembled Jerseyville, which is where I am moving to in a couple of weeks. Driving into town with my brother Kris, mother and father, I arrived separately. I took the main road and came across the house we are soon to be moving into. I saw a car with my eldest brother Jeff, his wife Rose, and their kids at an intersection. Rose and Jeff actually live about a block or two away from our new house IRL. Since I arrived first I decided to check out the house. There was some guy who was watching over the house until we arrived. He was very shy, and he freaked out when he saw me. I tried to communicate with him but he shook his head and ran outside, never to be seen again. I then went to the motel room our family was staying in, and it was a motel 6. The entire room was renovated and changed per mother's request. A wall had been taken out, and it had been converted more to a small apartment with full furnishings and whatnot. We heard someone outside the door, and it sounded extremely close. Opened the door the investigate, but nobody was there strangely. Turns out the entire apartment building was doing their own renovations, so there was much hammering and Drilling going on.

I then checked out the rest of the town and saw some pretty large back yards that resembled my old house from when I was real young. This one house had a creek in the back, but it smelled absolutely horrible. The garbage disposal had backed up and sewage was everywhere. The appearance and smell made me gag. I then left, and saw the neighborhood had a bunch of busted pipes and fire hydrants that had caused frozen water to be everywhere. I played with it a bit by breaking some off and throwing it around, feeling it, and whatnot. It was around 35° fahrenheit outside, so not too cold.

Strange house/Office building

I was at the building where I work. I feel like this is a dream repeater, where I have done this before. I had recently got a promotion to some management job, but then I started seeing shadows of people at this place. The building was not actually my work place, but it had the feel of it and my new house. It had 2 stories. Men's bedrooms on main floor, and women's bathrooms on main floor, and vice versa. Men's bathrooms on second floor, and women's bedrooms on second floor. These shadow people had two different kinds. They were all walking in some sort of pattern through the house. There were many shadow people that had the same exact appearance. These people were something different, but I don't remember the explanation. The other kind of shadow person had all sorts of different appearances, but they were sentient. They were the home's previous victims. They were stuck in some sort of time loop. They could not see or hear me. I could see them wandering around, and at one point they were looking at something behind me. I moved over to let them see, and I had been standing in front of a light. I guess me standing there had caused the room to look strange to them. There were at least a dozen of these other victims around the house.

This woman grabbed me from behind, and guided me through the house. She had a microphone pressed next to my mouth and she was trying to convince me to listen to her and do what she says. I don't recall her whole plan, but she says not to tell anybody she exists, and that she is to be trusted. She asks if I will visit her again the next day at the same time, and I say yes. I do so, and she did the same sort of thing to me. She guided me around telling stories. I took note of her appearance this time. She liked red. She had some sort of brown trenchcoat on, red lipstick, red high heels, very red hair. She was a bit overweight, and about a foot taller than me(Making her ~7 feet tall). I spent all this time pretending to listen to her, but really I was gathering information to report her to my boss at work.

The next day I looked for someone to tell my story to. I could not find my current supervisor or team lead, but I did find my previous supervisor, and my previous job's supervisor. I had a conversation with the supervisor at my previous job, Tyler, and he acted like we talk on a regular basis. He is sitting at the computer desk I have in front of me presently, but it was located at this workplace in the dream. He tells me he beat some sort of video game record, and wonders how I don't know what he is talking about. I conclude he is confusing me with my brother, who currently works at the job this man is a supervisor at. I then start to mention my experience with my previous supervisor at my current job, Nicole, and she rushes me to this management room with many chairs and a projector screen. We are to watch a short video, and then I am to share my story with those in the room. I go to grab a seat, but every time I try someone else is sitting there or takes the spot. I get a bit frustrated after a few moments because I am supposed to be the center of attention here, I should get a preferred seat. There ended up being over 30 people crowded in this small area to watch the presentation. I had to sit in a preschool chair that was way too small for me. I noticed I was missing my shirt for some reason. Turns out I was switching shirts every time I got off work, and I forgot to put on the new one? We watch a couple of preview videos as if it were a movie theater. I see a bunch of diversity stuff and anti-trump lectures, and I start to lose my patience after like 15 minutes of watching nonsense. They eventually skip past like 4 more clips and get to the point.

All eyes on me, they ask me for my story. I start to share, and suddenly my chair starts spinning uncontrollably. I try to place my feet on the ground between the chair legs, but they are positioned in a way that prevents me from looking straight. Someone hands me a blanket to cover my torso, since I am shirtless, and I stand up out of my chair to prevent myself looking further like a doofus. Some kid explains the chair is spinning because of some wires beneath it that are tangled. I lift the chair, and sure enough it is being held by cables of some sort. I press it down real hard and it stays in place. I sit back down and explain what this mysterious woman had said to me and what she looked like. I still had some details to share, but the people in charge figured this was enough and started marching out to take action. I mention something about this house is the most important thing to me, and catching this woman isn't my main focus, but I wanted to fix the shadow people instead. The people in charge here ignored me completely and I was forced to leave the building.

I ask myself as I am leaving what I have gotten myself into. As I walk out the door I see a whole army of Daleks flying past me, ignoring me because they're on my side...Uh oh. The people I asked for help from were Timelords, and they were so crazed that the Daleks were friendly to them and obeyed them. Dream kind of ends there, but I remembering going back to the house and seeing a large step before entering the front door. I see some compartment in this ledge and wonder if it opens to some stairs. I open it up, and it was not stairs, it was a doggie door...A small one at that. I am not sure where this fits into the dream, but I also recall seeing my name on the news that I had almost died. I felt both excited seeing my name in the news, but surprised considering I was not harmed at all.