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I remember talking to my friends and wondering how to have a Fa, they where wondering the same. There are a man that tried to make me meditate in a dream, I don't know why he just did. This man also seemed to be a killer as it felt like I was in a movie. He was trying to be someone else I knew but he wasn't and I find out for myself kn the end.


Hell kicked off as Jack came into Hannah's room trying to be a big man, so he later a finger in me and so I screamed in his face, thays what happened when you don't have respest for family family members. I also remember being on a football field and a and an old friend was there from school and my actually real care worker IWL. I didn't want him to see him but I think he might off, where just casually started kicking the all around the field doing weird tricks. My phone dissapeared as we where playing so it was like I needed to find my phone but I don't want to just get up and leave and start finding it as it might be a bit rude. We stopped playing and sat down so I went to find my phone then but it wasn't to be seen, I kept looking and I pick up the grass then there it was just laying there.

I remember watching some guy get chased by something while on a skateboard and thought hell yeah that's awesome! I try it, I'm outside, I'm looking for my skateboard, it pops upto me and I go, it seems like a video game and it's hard to turn the wheels, I figured that I was driving it the wrong way and had re-adjust the comtrols haha so it was easier. As I'm riding along the streets, I see a beautiful car, a very shiny read car, it looked so amazing I got off the skateboard and wanted to have it for myself so as I go to get it, it suddenly dissapears.

There where something to do with wrestlers and one girl wrestler, I don't know what they where doing and I don't know why, but they started doing some long speech about there carrer, they looked sad, they came out and said that they where all going to fake there death then moment they perform there entrance with all excitement and ripping off all there clothes.

So I spoke about this to at least one user in the chat system 'SwordArtOnline' ( I think I remember your name correctly). I sometimes sleep with music in order to influence my dreams. The headphones I use are these

They sit flat to my ears so I can still lie on my side, you see I move about a lot in my sleep sometimes. The music I choose can either be very specific and I would stick to a playlist or I put all 1003 of my songs on shuffle. I can end up with some interesting results.

The most influenced was a dream involving me dancing with someone I knew to the song 'Paralyzed' (disfigure remix) by DM Galaxy. We moved in time to the song and slowed down whenever the music would distort etc. What we danced on were platforms that I can only describe as being in a Mario 3D level (I have never owned or played the game).

Another instance of influence was in some more recent dreams. The first I can't remember the song but my friends were singing the song (these friends happen to be in a drama group outside of school, apart form one). They guy who I couldn't take my ears away from was the one who didn't go to the drama group, but I was still rather enamoured by the voice (granted it wasn't really his own but the songs).

Just after this occurrence I was transported to a back alley place, which had one of those bouncing car things like at a kids park. It also had a Large red fire engine thing that was built into the ground. The song 'Fuck U Betta' by Neon Hitch was in the background and I am SO GLAD none of my friends were singing it... that would've been strange...

Morning of April 14, 2016. Thursday.

Dream #: 18,014-02. Reading time (optimized): 2 min 30 sec.



My dream starts as a typical painting and maintenance dream. The setting is a version of our present home with a fictitious open room between the lounge room and dining area where a big wardrobe against the west wall is between them.

I have clarity as I enjoy my work. I have an occasional concern about paint dripping on folded clothes on wardrobe shelves and the floor. It is light blue paint that changes to a cream color and back to blue. It occurs (several times) when switching back and forth to the different rooms. At one point, I am concerned by the thicker ridges caused by having slapped on too much paint.

Above our bed, a short distance from the ceiling is an artistic feature left by the former tenant. There are red ribbons in a trailing frame pattern that partially enclose a large and rectangular piece of tinfoil that blocks about eighty percent of the view of the ceiling. I try to paint around it.

I see a large and ancient painted tapestry. The paint seems to have expanded and blurred over time. I recall that all I have to do is touch something to refurbish or perfect it. I feel the upper right corner of the tapestry. As a result, it becomes beautiful and more defined as I watch, more detail clarifying the image in a slow sweep from right to left. I think I will finish painting the walls this way. Even so, the walls paint themselves in a light cream and blue pattern as the previous lumps and minor cracks smooth out.

I summon a haunting (regular in dreams since childhood). I pretend the room is haunted, knowing if I concentrate, I can bring about a haunting. I read various large letters and word clusters on the wall. An unknown female, a professional investigator, who reminds me of actress Helen Kleeb as in the 1970s, writes down what I say, most of which is gibberish I spell out for her.

Eventually, I say, “Oh, it’s a name.” It is Rosemary Berry (unfamiliar, but it reminds me of other rhyming dream names, such as Tony Karoni). I report “Ms” appears before the name. (It is possibly an association with “MS. Found in a Bottle” by Edgar Allan Poe, or Matisyahu’s “Message in a Bottle.” I have recently listened to it and made a version. However, the “MS.” of the Edgar Allan Poe story supposedly means “message” in only some sources and “manuscript” in more credible sources). I am glad signs of a ghost are present even though I am aware it is the result of my pretense.

Suddenly, I am a little boy of about eight years old, and I see an unfamiliar friendly boy (a ghost of a former resident) walking up to a jagged hole in the wall. (This “doorway” is a haunting feature, and other people who are present cannot see it.) I am aware his name is Hamlet. The investigator is supposed to be my mother now. (Helen is the name of my wife Zsuzsanna’s mother). I tell her about Hamlet. She says, “Oh” and remarks with seeming frustration and disappointment, “You’re just dreaming!” She thinks the Rosemary Berry incident we shared previously was a dream. I feel her condescension, but as I am a child, there is not anything I think I could say. She towers over me to my right, and I feel like a child in size contrast.

We walk through a parking lot (for liminal modulation, typically the last setting in a dream). After looking at documents she was carrying in her bag, she cautiously says, “Oh…Hamlet was one of the former residents…” (with attestation emphasis on “was”). She looks at me curiously as I wake slowly.

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So this is recall of last nights dream, fragments of it at least.

One fragment includes me walking down my road in pjs that were not my own, they were pale blue and flannel type. I was kind of sliding about rather than walking really. At the corner of my road was a poorly built shelter and it was raining. In the shelter was a stand with my parcel on it (last week I had ordered some things from Amazon) it was the last one to arrive but it had already been partially opened and looked as if it had been wrapped back up in brown paper and tie cords.

Another fragment or 'event' happened in what looked like a decent sized motel room. Everything had a sort of old western aesthetic to it, the floor was carpeted and worn down. The bed that folded out from the wall was a queen size and had brown bedding. Opposite the bed there was an old radiator which looked to not be in use and was being used instead as a jewellery stand (because that makes perfect sense). Behind that was a wall vent, with the fancy designed metal so it didn't look boring in the wall (at least I assume that's why people did that). In the dream I actively took pieces of jewellery from it to inspect and recognised some as my own, it was all themed with the old western aesthetic again, leather cord, animal teeth, wooden beads of primary colours and aboriginal design kinda thing.
Then I went to inspect the wall vent and it turned out to be storing stuff. I found my BuckyBalls (tiny magnetic ball bearings that you can make cool geometric shapes out of) with some of them in a smaller container beside. I remember scolding myself in the dream about "that's where the others have gone!"

One very short fragment I recall is when I found out I was in the blue pjs, I was sliding down something and that's it...

Woke up at 5.10, not remembering a dream. I stayed up for 35 minutes but when I went back to bed I felt it was useless to go for a WILD, I turned to my side, used a mantra about remembering my dreams and fell asleep. At the 7.10 alarm I remembered nothing, still wasn't motivated for a WBTB and slept some more. Woke up at 8.50:

This is not about you
My dad called me (he doesn't live in the same country as I do) and told me how he'd had a letter/message of a friend of mine (he didn't say who). He was very worried about it. I asked him to tell me more, because I can't really help when the information is that vague. He told me that my friend had described the problems he has with his wife and how this was all quite problematic for him (my dad). I insisted... what do you mean... how is this a problem for you? In the meantime I was also wondering why my friend would tell my dad about this, how did he manage to find out where my dad lives?
We weren't on the phone anymore by now, we were walking in between big greenhouses. I was getting angry with my dad, why can't he just be straightforward and say what is on his mind, and .... how could he be so egocentric thinking this was about him? It finally came out: Because my friend told my dad about his marriage problems, my dad thought that I was having an affair (with my friend)! And that would be very difficult for him. Steam was coming out of my ears! I'm not having an affair, I'll never leave my husband, my friend has big problems and has a really difficult time, why do you always think that you are the victim... this is not about you!!!!
I woke up feeling angry.

1) I work with a partner to fix something that does not work for a company. Although we know how to solve the problem there is a big mess and very difficult to work well. Here works a woman who already know and we decided to leave work for another day and go for a drink with her. I have the feeling that we do not do well and do not like.

2) I'm at a school in which teach young kids programming on computers and perform various technology projects. I see the teacher and students are seated at several tables, there are computers in all of them and see some of the notebooks in which students are solving math exercises that seem very complex and do not quite understand. Then one student tells me that a 3D printer is available for testing designs. The printer starts running, do not know if I'm the one that has launched, but performs a design of an object (do not know what exactly) and when finishes the student tells me that I must destroy the design with the same printer and start to use it like a vacuum cleaner sucking and is destroying everything that had been done.

1) At university. We were in an auditorium with a glass front looking out onto fields. Someone was explaining that aspargus grew on trees and was then transplanted into the fields were it gre. I couldn't see any asparagus so was confused, then looked at a map which showed where everything was planted. We were then all in another large classroom, it was very nice with carpet floor and soft chairs. It was almost exam time. Someone was explaining how important a particular form was and was making sure we all had a copy of it, I thought I probably didn't but could look it up online and thought it a bit silly that there was so much emphasis on just one form. Then it was the end of the lesson everyone got up and started to leave. I pushed in front of some girls leaving the room, The corridors were rather complicated and I followed someone else out. Then we were in a canteen and I was looking at a large metal vending type machine with lots of cartons of drinks.

No one believed me but I showed everyone at a college that I could fly. I demonstrated supernormal powers to everyone that was around me. The principal of the school told me that I was expelled because he thought I was lying.

I am working in the female clothing shop that my mom used to work in when she was younger. The place is different from reality. It's significantly less crowded with clothes and the cash register has been moved to another wall. Several customers enter one by one. One guy enters and is looking for something. I'm about to tell them that this is a shop for women when my colleague (a white guy) tells him to look in a specific rack. Apparently we have a small men's section. That's new to me. A bit later another guy comes in and asks what I think of a certain shorts. It's the exact same as the one I bought in Indonesia and I tell him so. I'm afraid for a moment that might put him off, but apparently not. Two more white guys come in, saying that they're testing security. I am weary about them. Perhaps it's a ruse to steal some stuff. At some other point in time I have to use the pin device, but it's being a bit bitchy, so I ask my colleague for help. He tells and shows me that you have to press in a code which was something like 111211.

The shop is now... something else. My first ex girlfriend is here. I'm helping someone in her family move? Her mom has made food. Rice with beans I think. Her dad is present as well. I snort for a moment and she asks me what's up. I tell her that my mom thought her dad had died [my mom really did think that]. Might wanna sort that out.

I'm just outside the shop with my housemate and... his aunt? Or someone else, I don't know. Anyway, the woman in question gives us something as a gift. It turns out to be 2 tickets to a NBA match on April 13th at 19:00. At first my housemate wanted to keep them, but he then realised he already had plans. I would like to go, but I'll probably be working then since that day is Kingsday [no it's not].

1. I was inside of a store in the mall with Patrick. We had been walking around looking at clothes and just really chilling in general. The store we were inside of had shiny white tiles and the walls were white as well. Some sections of the store had carpet on it, and the carpet was grayish-blue in color with traces of a few other colors like yellow green and red in it. We came to an area that was right next to the entrance of the store. I looked through the glass doors and saw that it looked nice outside. The sky had a perfect overcast and the clouds were a very soft light blue in color. I remember noticing that the parking lot just outside was rather large compared to the average parking lot, and not many cars were in it.
I turned back around from looking through the doors and right next to me I noticed some cool shirts. Pat noticed them too. We went up and looked at the shirts closer. These shirts were very vivid in color and very creative in graphic design and pattern. I remember looking at one shirt in specific. It was a mainly white shirt, but it had a thick line of bright yellow, red, orange, blue, and green going diagonally across the middle. The sleeves had this same thick line on them. "Dude these remind me of Imaginary Foundation, these are dope as fuck" I told Pat. "Right. I think I might buy one" he told me. I picked up one of the shirts that were hanging on a rack by a metal hanger. There was a bright yellow sticker with black stripes on it, on the shirt and on it was "19$" just like that. "Damn, that's a pretty good price for a shirt like this" I said.
Suddenly an old man started approaching us. I knew he was an employee by the shirt he was wearing. This old man was balding and had thick glasses on, and he was also somewhat overweight as he had a medium sized beer gut. "What are you stealing!?" he asked us. "We're not stealing anything" I said plainly. He was clearly mad at us as the tone in his voice was extremely aggravated and negative. "I know you two are stealing!" he continued to insist. For some reason I reach into my left pocket and take out my comb, I have no idea why or why it was in my pocket at all. Suddenly the old man snatches my comb right out of my hands and starts playing with it, bending it, and overall really messing it up. "You'll get this back when I get an apology" he said with an evil smirk on his face. All the while I'm thinking to myself, "What the fuck, this old man is crazy." Pat remains silent. For some reason, it really bothers me that this old man is ruining my comb, so I decide to apologize even though I know I did nothing wrong at all. "Look, I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again" I say in a sincere voice. He then hands me back my comb. As I take it I look at it closely. All of the bristles of it are completely bent and its basically ruined.

Not an amazing night of lucids, but I had one. I hate posting things like this.

I am in the middle of an orgy. I realize that I am dreaming. So... I transform and interact with DCs... It was a full transformation.

Weird dream
I am standing in the mall, unpacking things and playing with them. Super fun time. I see a random guy standing in a corner and I start talking to him about Star Wars. We then had a great time and are laughing about all the good Star Wars times. He then stops laughing and gets all serious.
"We don't have any more things we can talk about." (I know that he is saying that there are no other conversations that we could ever have again). He leaves.
A random girl comes up to me.
"He does that all the time to people. I can talk if you are bored."
I don't remember the dream much after that, I think that I went back to playing with the stuff in the stores. lol.

I had two non-LD's that were considered nightmares & it was so insane I refuse to post it on here, lol. Today was just an all around shitty day. A lawyer told me today that my husband makes $300 over the allowed amount for me to recieve social security & since I haven't worked in 10 yrs I'm not eligible for disability unless I work for 5 yrs full time, which I can't due to my medical issues, which is why my doctor referred me to the lawyer for disability....And I now have a new medical bill to pay each month till I die & my dr's visits went up astronomically due to DEA regs on my meds for multiple manditory drug tests for each of my meds & classification of meds. I guess I'm glad I don't drink or do drugs because I believe this would definately be the day to do those things.... My husbands job got adjusted because they lost their union last week & I had to listen to my mother-n-law repeat the same things a million times today do to Dementia. (God Bless her). And my problem child daughter came by and threw her crazy self into my path... This day is an actual nightmare. Stick a fork in me, I'm done. Amen & good-night.

Dream fragments
1- I remember being outside my house on the lawn, we just seeded the ground with new grass seeds IRL so the whole thing is actually just a wasteland of dirt currently. In my dream me and a friend had just walked there and all the grass was fully grown. It looked really cool and I was actually pretty happy with the results.

2- I remember being on a stage where we were doing a play, the stage was lit and the audience area was completely dark. I apparently hadn't spend much time studying my lines, why would not study them? I was annoyed that I hadn't made better use of my time preparing for this.

Created Wednesday 13 April 2016

I attained a WILD state today, having many dreamlets in between, as well as one complete dream at the end. I also remembered a fairly long dream before the first awakening, one that I'm sure had me attain a lucid state (or at least a false lucid), but at this point, I only have fragments of it.

Scrap Group 1
After a number of occurrences, I end up on the deck of a sail ship. There, I encounter a member from DreamViews (not sure who at the moment). Later, I speak with a disembodied head of an unknown bald guy. I become lucid at some point, or my dream form assumes as much.

Dream 1 - Kinda a Venetian Galleass
My arms went numb, and stayed that way for several minutes. I'd assumed this was merely a transition state into a full dream, but a breath check proved I was indeed dreaming. The surprise awakened me briefly, but I promptly returned, and in deeper sleep, no less.

Various dreams formed within several minutes. One was a false awakening involving my sleep being interrupted by family members.

There were also a few afflictions of REM Atonia, from which I woke up with difficulty breathing. A particular instance even had me inside a cloth padded coffin. Despite this, unlike in my other suffocation hallucinations, I managed to convince myself to remain calm, and drifted off to sleep afterwards.

Eventually, I spent several rounds floating backwards in the void. In most cases, I attempted and failed to bring light and clarity in various ways, including by trying to remove my sleeping mask, focusing on a certain point, and just plain intention.

A few incidents involved some furries showing up, their faces contorted with perverted expressions. Enraged at the sight, I quickly began strangling each one by one, which, in turn, caused them to "poof" out of existence.

After a few more excursions, I finally have the mind to attempt... well, I'll leave this part for myself. Heheheh.... A little kink, is all.

Several more trips to the void occurred, until I finally assert myself to create a scenery. I try remembering the sailing dream above, imagining myself on the deck of a ship. In seconds, this takes forms as a low res image of as much. Next, I thought of ambient noises, which were produced instantly, sounds of creaking wood and crashing waves echoing all around me. Out of personal taste, I wanted this ship to be a galleass, which would mean it's partially oar powered. And just like that, I began hearing the rhythmic splashes and hoarse grunting of such activity below. A literal skeleton crew, I imagined, though I never saw any of that.

The environment became brighter and more solidified, though it still retained gritty visuals. Above me was a deep blue dawn sky behind storm clouds, while a vast grey ocean was all that lay below and the ship, the scenery aided by the scent and sensation of an omnipresent sea breeze.

My perspective discorporates a distance ahead and above of the ship. It seemed more a stout sailboat, like a cog, than a vast war galley. Furthermore, its details fluctuates in resolution, from choppy, to cartoony 3D (think early PSOne game quality), to quite realistic. A "map view", perhaps?

Anyway, the vessel was beset by rough tide. Quite rough, in fact, as the waves slammed right over the ship. Despite this, the ship pressed forward.

I start to wonder about this. "Huh. For a second, I thought it'd surely..."

Before I could finish that thought, the ship capsizes immediately.

"Boss!", shouts an unknown masculine, raspy, and seemingly dehydrated voice nearby. "We're going down!"

My viewpoint realigns itself, where I could see, feel, and taste that I'm submerged entirely in seawater, accidentally gulping down a copious amount of the stuff. I resurface and recover in short order. Now, I could see a small landmass ahead of me, a tiny island, with a disproportionately tall grey mountain in its center. "Looks like I'll find my 'White Whale' after all", I think to myself.

Unfortunately, the dream dissolves immediately afterwards.

Budget Jesus
I was sitting in my living room doing nothing special at all when my grandpa entered the room to visit me. We greeted each other and then he sat down besides me. Something was really odd about this but what exactly? Then I remembered. My grandpa is in the hospital at the time so there is no way how he could visit me at home meaning that I am in a dream. I checked with a finger RC just to be sure and one of my fingers just faded out...welp, cya finger I guess. For some reason I also felt like telling my grandfather about it and he was a bit surprised but didn't actually question me at all.
I went towards teh balcony to get out and I waved and said "Common, adventures await!". Surprisingly fast he followed me. Outside I remembered the task to walk on a body of water and I took a look around the place which lead me to a bunch of puddles. That was not quite what I was looking for but very close I guess. Then I noticed an especially large puddle and when I looked down on its surface I realised that it was not a puddle but a water hole deep enough to get wet to knees at least. Much better!
I motivated myself a bit and walked forward looking straight. Shortly after that I looked down and I was indeed standing on the surface. Of course I celebrated my victory for a bit and tried to stand on one leg and walk around on the surface a bit. It was slightly bending but could hold me without any problem. In the meanwhile my grandpa was walking around a bit just looking at stuff as it seemed.

What a house...
Together with my mother I took a look at a new house we might buy and we were given the keys to explore it for ourselves. What we found inside was really over-sized. The ceiling was 3-4 meters high already and this was only one floor. Besides that there were many, many rooms which had a lot of room and we already agreed that we would never run out of space. Now we went upstairs and the house had at least 3 floors which were far apart thanks to the way too long stairs. I couldn't help but sense something strange about this place. The way it was built was unnatural. Nobody would construct that but I couldn't figure out what exactly it was.
Well, when I woke up I knew....