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Before bed.
Four shots of cheap light rum. Smoked. Ate Nutter Butters with milk.


I finally recalled a dream (barely).
I know smoking affects my dream recall greatly,
but I'm going to start experimenting with that.
It wasn't much a dream.

It was actually a process dream, which I have just read about.
I was at work, in uniform and all. I had a lot of free time.
[ I've been ahead at work lately, so I'm guessing that's where that translated from. ]
So I started folding a bunch of these little pink pastry boxes.
[ I work at a bakery. ]
And that's all I did in my dream. Fold box after box after box.

Sort of annoying. But, I'm just happy to have recalled anything at all.
Blame on the alcohol?

To bed at 12:08 a.m.

Woke up at 7:30 a.m. non-lucid

Working at some sort of job, serving a handsome, Asian man beer as part of the job. He tries to get me to drink some, but I keep refusing. I think he's flirting with me. I tell him I've never drank alcohol before.

Another day on the job. I'm at the back near the exit dealing with a table of customers when someone at the front stabs someone. I sneak out the exit and later hear that everyone in the restaurant was killed (I think).

News reports about the killer (I think). No one is sure what to do with him/her yet.

I'm in Japan and meet a group of people studying abroad. I'm only there for a month because I'm married, but content with that. Later I am in a room with another guy studying abroad and tell him about how I'm married and only here for a month. I don't remember, but I think he might be the killer. I think I was a little afraid he was going to kill me, but somehow knew he wouldn't. Or perhaps we were talking about the killer. Perhaps I felt like he could protect me. I don't remember anymore.

While working in the restaurant, I remember there being a middle aged lady supervising me. I think she was Chinese. She kind of looked like one of my close friends’ moms, but not exactly. I think her hair was dyed a purplish color. There was another woman worker as well more around my age, a little older. She was Asian too. I think the middle aged lady reprimanded me for not drinking the beer with the customer.

I've been reading over all of my old dream journals, which has me feeling quite nostalgic about LDing. It's hard to believe I first stumbled upon this site nearly 7 whole years ago! A lot has changed since then, but my love for dreaming hasn't. Which is why I'm more motivated than ever to be active on here and to make more of an effort to keep up with my dream journal.

So, here are a few of the dreams I managed to log during my extremely stressful last semester.

11.21.2013

Wolf Rider, Vampire Slayer (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am taking shelter in an old colonial-style town with a girl named Rachel and a few other friends from college. Rachel and I are spending a lot of time flirting with each other, though it is a bit awkward.

One morning, I'm talking to the town council about supplying food if we have to stay here over the winter. I suggest we use the corn field, but they tell me it is infested with squirrels. "It can't be that bad," I scoff. they take me to the corn field where THOUSANDS of squirrels are feasting on what's left of the corn. "Okay," I relent, "I see what you mean."

While we stand here pondering what to do, wolves and giant deer emerge from the forest and into the field. The wolves seem to mean no harm, but the deer are a different story. One of them is angry with me and tries to trample me. A large wolf comes to my rescue. He lets me ride on his back, taking me safely back to town.

In town, I'm trying to figure out the location of a Vampire nest that has been plaguing the area. The blueprint of the town shows me that the large church at the edge of town includes a system of underground tunnels--- this must be the nest! I remember that the whole town is supposed to meet in this church later. I have to warn everybody!

I go to Rachel first, but as I'm explaining my discovery, the Vamps decide to strike. They quickly surround us, herding us to the church. I hold Rachel's hand, doing my best to protect her, keeping myself between her and the vampires as we walk.

At the church, we are led to a back room where we're supposed to wait. I become separated from Rachel, but come across my brother. He is back from the Army, where he served as an expert Vampire slayer. He tells me that we should fight them and escape to save the town.

I find a large colored pencil nearby (as this seems to be a Sunday school room for children), which I realize would amke a lovely stake. I brutally stab the first Vamp I come across--- right through the heart--- three times. I find more colored pencils on a table. I use them to gouge out a female Vamp's eyes as she lunges at me. She screeches terribly.

01.08.2014

Drink and be Merry (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am semi-lucid, with a HUGE bottle of delicious wine. My German professor is giving a lecture outside on a hill. I am attending this lecture with my bottle hidden behind my back. Every time the professor looks away, I take a drink. The wine is REALLY good and little sips just aren't enough. I slip away so I can enjoy the drink more thoroughly.

I somehow end of in the house of a woman who seems to be in her mid 30's. We drink the entire bottle together, becoming very drunk and giggly. I'm so drunk that my face is tingling. We make out in her bed for a few minutes, then completely pass out.

#240 - DIELD - 3:40PM

I had two beers just before a big lunch and ended up feeling really tired. I only meant to lay down for just a few minutes but ended up taking a long nap. The kids in the next room were really noisy and I woke several times staying in what felt like light sleep. After about one hour and forty-five minutes I began noticing dreams.

I have an FA were the kids have came into the room and woke me. I tell to them stop coming in so much and wait at least 5 min. Then I hear an external sound.

I wake briefly and lay still. I feel really light and floaty and feel like I am twisting at the waist. There are no vibes this time but that doesn't really mean much. From past experience I know that I am not quite there yet so I wait a little more and then try moving my legs. I think I must have moved my real legs so I stop and focus more visually.

I find myself stepping off the porch in the front yard. There is a white diner plate on the ground. I pick it up and toss it up and watch it fall. I can still hear the kids in the next room and wonder if I am really awake but the scene is so vivid that just go with it.

I get the idea to blind-summon a pistol and shoot the plate like skeet. I toss the plate up and draw a gun but its just my hand. I make childish gun sound with my mouth hope the plate will burst apart in the air. It just falls back to the ground undamaged. I try several more times but all to the same effect.

Now, I hear the bedroom door open and the sound of an adult walking in. I assume it's my wife coming to wake me up, but I stay focused on the dream. I look at the plate on the ground and try shooting it again but nothing happens. Then, I focus on what it should look like when broken and the plate shatters apart on its own. Mildly surprised, I take a closer look. When I do, the plate mends itself almost instantly. I feel the bed shake. My wife touches my shoulder and the dream ends.

#240 - DEILD - approx. 5am

I had my usual Friday night drink which resulted in a nice REM rebound early this morning. There were a lot of FAs this time but I was eventually able to hit a nice visual DEILD. Unfortunately, I didn't hold it long before I was blind-sided by another FA. Though this lucid was on the short side, I included it to my count because my awareness was high and the vividness was amazing.BTW I know my typos will be horrible but I am short on time. Apologies.

All I can recall in the first one is that I am trying to get to sleep but can't

I have an FA then I watch a scene unfold. I am in a western and hold someone at gun point wanting a refund for something a friend purchased. He has to leave to get it and we wait around becoming chummy with the other people around. I become worried that he will bring the police back so I tell someone to hide the gun. A friend tries to load a track on the trailer and leave with the gun but he can't drive and embarrasses himself horribly. Another guy says he has a cabin in the woods not far away and takes the gun. The guy I held at gun point comes back with the cash and we act like we are friends. As the dream fades away I realize I was dreaming and become annoyed that I missed that one.

I lay still and keep awareness as I DEILD.

I watch a scene form and find myself travelling in the back seat of some car. I begin to have emotions with the dream but know it is all fake. I feel that I am a child on a road trip with my parents. I "know" my mom is driving but I don't look. I feel confided and think this has been such a long drive. All I want to do is get outside and stretch out.

I look out the window and see some desert like terrain blur past. I accidentally phase out the window hold on to the car. With my body stretched out horizontally, I hover along side the car and feel like I am flying at an incredible speed. It seems the car is going impossibly fast and pulling me a long with it. There is a deafening roar of wind in my ears and the feel air resistance my body along with the feeling of acceleration. I am overcome with a glorious feeling of euphoria as I enjoy the feeling of effortless low flight.

Suddenly everything collapses into darkness and void. I mistakenly assume that I am waking up.

I have another FA where I slept too late. I step out of a room and find myself in a school. Some girl looks a me with disdain. I feel embarrassed about my "morning appearance" and I start to think about getting a shower and doing a my morning thing. I have a small container on the wall with a tooth brush and I reach for it. I hear my wife remark how small it my container is. I see her next to me getting something out of a locker. She says something about leaving with "Darren". I jealously ask who the hell he is and she explains. I falsely remember something about him and decide its nothing to worry about. He was a teacher or something and it was all business.

Then, some friends, a young man and woman, walk up both in some odd looking dark green scrubs. The guy says something about wearing a lab coat later and the woman talks about how she just hears "this" when they go out to eat at "..." restaurant. I notice the woman more than I should. She is short with blonde hair and her scrubs is more like a short dress. She wears tights underneath. I find her attractive. I wake up.

I have another FA where my daughters wake me up. We are saying at someone's house and I get up to go to the bathroom. I assume my wife woke up with my son already. I use the toliet and have issues wiping. Then then the toilet turns into a training potty and the lights flicker on and off. I wake up.

I have another dream about a red solo cup flying low just about my head on the beach. I am taking part in some ritual and standing in a circle with other people. There is an odd looking person in the middle officiating. We assume the cup is a spy drone. I see a blimp flying close in the distance but ignore it. The cup seems to be full of hair and I can her some sort of motor coming from it. I wonder how it is flying. Then, I think we should set it on fire and it suddenly burst into flames. Everyone becomes excited about that. The hair burns out and the cup turns black before crashing into the sand. My son picks up the cup and plays with it. I wake up.

We partied last night and I did some late night drinking which led to another short DILD around 5am this morning. Nothing worth counting but still it was cool. I've got to start increasing and prolonging my lucids again. Perhaps the excitement level isn't where it used to be.

I recall something about fighting some zombies. Then my cat attacks me.

Next I lay down in bed and realize I am at the old house in Luling. I wonder why I am living here now and think about how this house was actually haunted. I think maybe now that I am older it wont be so scared. Then I realize this is a common dream so I do a nose plug and blow through cleanly.

I get up and make my way out of the house but I am hindered by something attached to me. I realize that is feels like my wife is actually stuck to my left side. I try shaking her off but the feeling wont go away. I decide this is just something like when the sheets stick to me. I stop for a second, relax and decide to ignore the feeling. I briefly look around the living room and notice the old cabinet TV. I appreciate the vivid memory of the couches and decor of the time.

Now I run outside trying to think of a goal. I wasn't prepared for this one so I decide to just fly. I float up past the old birch tree and land on the roof. This is where I promptly lose lucidity.

There is a second house much bigger than the one I came out of just behind it. They are so close they are almost connected. I jump to the second story and see some damage in the roof. I enter the opening and discover some teenagers living a dirty house in need of repair. In fact the house is so bad that the entire building sways back and forth as I walk around.

NORMAL | DREAMING POTENTIAL FOR REALITY CHECK

I've been going to bed pretty late at around 1:30-2:30am recently in the holidays, and awaking at about 11:30am. Last night, I attempted to get my sleep routine back to normal as lay ins make me too lazy during the day! I went to bed at 11:30, only to find that I could not sleep at all! Eventually fell asleep at about 1:15am (earlier than usual so whatever ) and awoke at 11am, to the following dream.

I was in my local church, where I used to take part in drama groups. However, the hall I was sat in was actually the hall I used to sit in for assembly at secondary school. I was sat with a group of friends in rows of about 10 on standard plastic school chairs. The lighting was dark, however the stage lights brightened it up to the extent where I couldn't really guess what time of day it was. There were mainly kids on stage. Someone I know, Ryan. E appeared on stage. Most people burst into applause as he was our friend, however Kelly. H, his current girlfriend, strangely started booing him as if they had broken up. She was sat next to Tom. R, her real life ex, as if they were going out again. I think I'd had a few alcoholic beverages, and I had a half pint of beer in my hand, and I started booing Ryan along with Kelly, trying to get other people to join in as if it was really funny. The regulars in the church who I used to do the drama class with started getting upset and annoyed with me. I can't remember what they were saying, but they were all suggesting that I had drank too much, especially considering everyone else was completely sober. My friend Lottie, who is a regular, was getting frustrated with me and seemed embarrassed. I didn't feel like I'd done much wrong, but felt myself blushing. I apologized to everyone for "being a dickhead", explaining that I didn't realize what I was doing was offensive in anyway, but was ever so sorry if I caused offense. Jamie, Lottie's brother, stopped the performance, and started it from the start again, as "Calum was acting like a total tit" . I became angry, frustrated and humiliated by their arrogance, and kept imagining how amazing it would be to just leave the building at the end without saying goodbye to anyone, but remaining absolutely silent for the rest of the performance to spite them. I started to feel better and calm down, and began reading the church menu, which i'm pretty sure doesn't exist. It sold alcohol, cigarettes, and other taxed goods. The cigarettes were tax-free, and it only cost £2 for a pack of twenty! I wanted to tell Tom, who despite being in front of me earlier was now sat to the right of me.

1: A small fragment at my friends house. 2: A dream about getting drunk at a party in a big house. 3: A dream about weed, a trumpet bong and a homeless dealer. 4: A dream about me working in a mobile library.

• I am with two good old teenage friends of mine. The dream is not about back then, when we were younger, but we are as we are today. The front door of my friends house reminds me of an apartment that we had lived in earlier in my childhood. It is very neat and clean inside. We have a big hangover and we talk about the previous night, where we drank a lot of alcohol. One of my friends talks about how much money he spend that night.
  
  The house was purely dream fiction, but it had some interesting familiar features. We often used to hang out together on hangover days back in my teenage days.
  
  
• I drive a big black car. It feels new and comfortable, some good old friends are with me and some other friends follow us in the little blue car of my grandmother. We drive down a small curvy road through a forest.
  
  There is a parking area down in the valley and I decide to stop, because we are looking for a nice place to rest and to do our barbecue and camping, we have everything we need in the trunks of the cars.
  
  My friends from my grandmothers car seem upset, they say this is not a nice place to stay, they want to go further. But one of them had spotted a big party as we were driving on the hill, so we decide to leave the cars for now and take a look. So we walk upwards again on the small curvy road through the forest, where we came from. The walk is about 1 km and we take our time, we are not in a hurry at all, it feels like we all have summer holidays and this is our big vacation together or something like that.
  
  We finally get there and there is indeed a big house with music and a lot of people. Somehow they are of course strangers, but it feels like we are all friends and we are definitely welcome at the party. We start drinking a lot of alcohol, the party is held throughout the whole house including the second floor and the garden, there are people everywhere.
  
  At a later point we are all drunk and I gather my friends to tell them that I need to go down to the cars to get something. None of them wants to join me, they laugh and are clearly drunk and so am I. I think 'f*** it, I'll just go by myself'.
  
  I try to figure out where we came from, so I walk around the house. I almost choose a wrong path, which leads to some fields with high grass. Suddenly I remember it, and I turn around and walk across the street and towards the small curvy road through the forest that leads to the cars in the valley. As I'm walking, I think that time moves so fast when I am that drunk, while it is slowed down, when using weed.
  
  The big black car was cool. The dream had a nice summer holiday feeling with the good company of friends instead of the everyday worries. It is astonishing how well dreams can simulate the state of being drunk or being high. Also, I find it interesting how socially active I am in my dreams, like I was some years ago. Nowadays I choose to be socially more isolated, not that I don't like people, I still love them, but I am just rather by myself at my current stage. My dreams do certainly not reflect that.
  
  
• I am with a group of 10 people around my age. They are a mixture of friends and acquaintances. It is early in the evening and we walk and relax together. We gather on a playground and just hang out and talk.
  
  I have a black friend and we go and sit on a bench at a bus stop. He pulls out his bong, which I know he had for a long time and that he uses it quite regularly. I listen to the familiar sound, as he uses it and at that moment I think to myself, 'funny that I don't smoke anymore, it's been a long time already'.
  
  As I watch him with his bong, it occurs to me that it looks like an old trumpet. He must have somehow build a bong from a trumpet and some dark glass. It looks nice and stable, though. I ask if he cleans it every now and then, because I imagine it must be very hard to clean that thing, it is so unique. I get no response, he just smiles. I find it is a delightful sight and sound to just watch him handling it. And yet I find that I have no urge to start smoking again whatsoever. I am allowed to inspect the trumpet-glass-bong closer. I suck on it (without weed, just for the feel and sound) and I immediately get some water in my mouth, I spit it out and give him back his trumpet bong.
  
  There is a man coming to the playground, he looks old and homeless. The group of friends and acquaintances gather around him and he pulls out a big zip lock bag filled with marijuana. He starts selling nice, green and round buds to everyone. I think, 'wow, what an intelligent disguise for a dealer. A homeless looking old man with a bag of weed, which I estimate to be worth some thousand euros. He is not old and poor, he is smart!'.
  
  I know that I have money in my purse, so I take it out and look at two 5-euro notes. Another close friend of mine takes out 10 euro as well and we decide to buy something, just because it has been so long time since and because we can. We go after the old dealing guy, who is about to leave the playground.
  
  This is MJ calling for me once again. I had many dreams about cannabis when I stopped using it completely more than a month ago, this dream is like the final residue of that. I never had a close black friend, but in my dreams I often do.
  
  
• I am on my walk home. It is daytime in a residential area, but it is totally quiet. Then there is this big bus stopping at every corner and honking and calling for the people living there, but no one ever responds. It is the bookmobile trying to get peoples attention.
  
  I think to myself that I can maybe get a ride home or I could even ask for a job. So I speak to the driver, and surely, I may join. So I walk around in the back of the bus, which is filled with books and neat little reading corners, the mobile library has two floors.
  
  We drive around in the neighborhood and the driver calls the people by their family names, apparently he knows them all. No one ever gets on the bus, which I think is sad, because people don't realize what a great thing they are missing out on. I decide that I will just make the best of my situation and find some interesting books to read, while I'm 'working' here. I am excited, because there is so much variety to choose from.
  
  The bus drives into a grocery store and parks between the shelves filled with canned food. It starts to fold out and to transform into a temporary stationary library section of the grocery store. The shelves start moving as well to make space for the transforming bus. The process does not seem random at all, but very well planned and well-orchestrated.
  
  The driver takes out 10 waffle irons and tells me that I have to make waffles for everyone who visits our mobile library, there should be people coming soon. I am overwhelmed with the whole situation and I find it weird. But on the other hand it is a creative idea, I think. So I begin thinking about how to manage that task. Shouldn't be that hard, I think, there should be cooking books among the books and there should be all the groceries I need somewhere in the store.
  
  A nice, creative surprise by my subconscious.

I've been trying to log only my lucids, but my memory fails me now. I'm convinced that steady journaling of my dreams aids in more complete memory of all my dreams. I'll set up another page for my regular dreams so I can continue logging only my lucids here.

I've been lazy with my cycling, but I woke up at around 5:00 AM and decided to cycle. I didn't do do much, and the cycling was disturbed by itches and other discomforts, but it didn't seem to matter. I ended up going lucid. This technique is like old faithful for me.

# 69

I was in a strange house. I don't really remember what was happening, but someone was leaving top-shelf alcohol in my glass. I would finish what the person didn't drink, but I knew something was wrong. After finishing the end of a second glass, a woman appeared and said something about it not being community alcohol, though she said it some other way, and did not get upset about it at all. In fact, she started pouring me more.

I liked her even though she was about 10 years older than me. She was sexy and I think I got to see her breasts.

I started thinking I might be dreaming, but was afraid to take the woman. I looked at my hands and they were split so that I could see air through a couple fingers. I put fingers from my other hand through the cut slits in the other fingers to prove I was dreaming. I still didn't believe it, but I took the woman and paid close attention to whether she acquiesced or not. She never flinched.

Soon I was with a girl who was much younger than her, but I think she just turned younger. I put my hand up her shirt and felt her up. I pushed her bra up and saw her tits. Then I undid my pants and put her hand on me.

Then two guys walked in. One had an assault rifle. I started to beg for him not to kill me, but then I stood up and started to beat the shit out of him. My punches didn't have the umph I would want, but I kept punching and got the better of the guy with the rifle.

I never got back to the girl before I woke up.

I think the dream took place in a hotel or something similar.
I was there with two friends. For some reason both of them had dental problems. They asked me for help with their problem and although I didn't know anything about being an dentist I agreed to help.
I went to a nearby fridge and took out two bottles of booze that I handed to them. "Here's some anaesthetic" I told them with a smile. They began drinking it, but one of them hadn't realised it was booze and became really angry with me. He said he was going to work tomorrow and if he couldn't drive then he couldn't work. I told him not to worry, I was going to call his boss and take all the responsibility for getting his employee drunk.

1:30am Fragment: Victorian Loose Woman Getting Drunk

Disclaimer: Both the drinking and the promiscuity is completely out of character for me, but I was not myself, so ...

I was not my self. This was set in the Victorian era. I had the sense that I was a fairly loose woman who had been with many men. in this scene I was in some sort of formal room with two finely dressed gentlemen. We had known each other before, but had lost track of one another, but had recently become reacquainted. One of the gentlemen was pouring vast quantities of alcohol from a bottle into my mouth, and I was drinking it up eagerly. I knew that I was going to have sex with both of them soon after, and I was becoming very aroused in anticipation.

Failed WBTB attempt:
2:15am WBTB intension - plan for next lucid dream: I will go back to sleep in a few minutes. I will remember to realize that I am dreaming. Is this a dream. When I become lucid, I will reality check and focus on my hands to stabilize, then I will get chocolate from my pocket and eat it. I will then turn around, find a door, know the Taj Mahal is on the other side, open the door, and then I will fly to the Taj Mahal or through it and out of it if I find myself in it when I step through the door.
Result: No lucid, just the following fragment.

Another fragment: work database related 6:30am I remember dreaming of a sample database. Also some questioning by my boss of how much it would cost DBAs to check who used the system when, and DBAS responded that it depends on whether the most competent DBA is given the task or the most incompetent that the price will be different.

Second failed WBTB This time all I did was write down the above fragment, and go to bathroom,and will try to WILD in a moment. Result: Couldn't fall asleep for a while but when I did, all I got was the following fragment.

Fragment: if delete something, would help dream? ok this fragment was either confusing computer and mind or using computer as analogy for mind. It suggested that if only I could delete something (don't remember what), is would help with my dreaming effort somehow.

In the dream I was in an area that was somewhat similar to NA. The trailer that I lived in was across the road from Jasper's family's house, though the distance was longer (though certainly not long enough to be considered a true distance) than what it is in reality. There were several trees that dotted the place and the sky was overcast, as so many of my dreams are.

I had taken my dog, Romeo, outside for a walk and, upon seeing some of my school friends such as Jarold across the street, went over to that direction. Perseus and Kylar were also there, getting drunk--despite having no alcohol in the immediate vicinity and not actually having had consumed any. Neither Jarold nor Kylar looked as they do in waking life, with Jarold looking slightly more boyish and Kylar looking as if he was molded out of clay by a semi-talented Art I student (I remember that Kylar's pants were low on him and he was wearing no underwear. his private area was clayish as well).

While I was walking around the yard, I heard a hissing sound coming from under the porch. Knowing that it was a snake I quickly dodged out of the way and drug my dog behind me. Jarold took my place and took care of it, however, fairly quickly. My dog's leash and collar unhooked and Romeo ran off. I was able to get somewhat close to him a few times but (just as in real life) was never able to actually get him. Since Perseus was so close, I asked him to get Romeo for me. Despite him being "drunk," he consented.

Total sleep time: 8 hrs

After 3 nights of lucid marathon, it seems like my body needed to run the restore program so I got into very deep sleep tonight. I didn't wake up naturally or if I did I was most likely unconscious. It felt like I had spent more time in NREM sleep. When my WBTB alarm rang, I was so deeply asleep, I was wondering what the hell is going on. Decided I would rather sleep. Anyways, felt the sleep was very restorative. Here are some fragments I could recall.

Fragment1: An elevator and the shaft. I almost fall there, but luckily for me it is filled with junk so if I were to fall at least I wouldn't hurt myself. A girl from school that we used to mock appears near the elevator and reminds me of things we have done to her, but those things never happened in real life.

Dream2: I am in the place of a friend1, who now lives with his sister. On the TV screen is some version of an old favorite game of mine. The sister tells me it's a different game. I must leave the apartment and take some stuff which is mine. In a plastic bag with my two bottles they have put newspapers so that I throw the trash on my way out. I don't like their attitude so once I leave their apartment I take out all the newspaper trash from the bag and make a nice heap in front of their door.

The plastic bag is actually theirs and not mine? I take some stuff that belongs to his sister and his bottle of initially vodka, then white wine! I head home, but know my friend1 will be after me to get back his stuff. On my way home I see another friend who is hanging out with some young problem individuals. I am trying to run but I am so slow. Someone then pushes me from behind, so I actually speed a bit. I think it is my friend1 but it is some random DC with yellow jogging outfit. I soon see my friend1 is already on the street in front of me, he is not happy about the whole situation.

Lol, I really have to stop dream stealing things!

Fragment3: This was a very cool dream where I was communicating with a dog. Unfortunately, I don't remember much of it, just the feeling of being fascinated.

Can't figure out how to edit old DJ entries so I guess I'll just post a new one altogether.

If you haven't read my last post briefly explaining this, check it out here.


Vividness: Slightly foggy but mostly clear.

Lucid?: Nope.

# of remembered dreams: 1

Dreams:

In the only dream I could recall, that happened between 9AM and 10:30, I was in a small team of thieves very similar to The Italian Job. Small teams have been a reoccurring theme the past two nights - wonder if that is trying to tell me something. We were tasked with not stealing a safe or a statue or a diamond - but a person. A businessman of some super high importance. After researching his lifestyle, we deemed it would be impossible to capture him. There was no way on earth. "No way on Earth?" I thought, suddenly having an idea.

We would steal him off of a plane.

Cut to the theft. The businessman is flying in his private jet, when suddenly two Apache helicopters fly up on either side of it - this is us. A chill black dude flies one, and a really cool girl with a rasta hat on pilots the other. I'm on a hook gun in the Apache with Rasta girl, and someone else mans that one on the other heli. As the plane begins to try to land, we shoot our hooks and they stick to both wings. Right before it touches down, our Heli's heave upwards into the air, and the plane is ours.

The air traffic control tower sees this, and they begin to fire rockets at our helicopters - evidently standard procedure in DreamLand as our pilots seem to expect it. They also send out three or four fighter jets on to our tail. To lose them, we see a gigantic tunnel that goes through a mountainside. The fighters are right on our tail, and in a last minute decision we fly two helicopters and a private jet through an automobile tunnel narrowly missing cars and the ceiling. We manage to lose them, however, and we sell the businessman for tons of money.

Then I end up at a beach, placing bear traps in the shallow depths.... Yea.



So, alcohol seemed to prevent any dream recall until I had sobered up substanitally around 9am. After that, dream quality was hazier than normal, and a bit disjointed. I had a FA after placing bear traps, but it was really brief and I was too exhausted and new to take control.

Hey guys.

Drank heavily at a party tonight, quite tipsy. I know that alcohol is supposed to demolish dream recall but I'd like to see its effects first hand. Tomorrow I will edit this post with my experiences.

Tonight I will meditate briefly to center myself, then I will listen to binaural beats as I fall asleep. No WBTB tonight, as I need to wake up early for an interview.



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