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Drank some beer last evening so no recall until the second half of the night, but wow what a night.

Freaky Room
0652: C. I'm laying in a bed at one end of a long room. It's almost pitch dark. I can just make out the silhouette of some bedroom furniture and I sense there is a doorway at the far end of the room. A creepy little girl is running around the room. Her face glows like a dim candle. As she gets near me I'm a little frightened. Maybe I'm a little lucid because I tell myself this is just a dream and I should just stay calm and watch. The girl giggles and says "Come, you should see!" And then she exits the room through the door. I still haven't moved. Then I see a large man sitting at the far end of the room. His face is also glowing dimly. He stands up and slowly walks toward me at a zombie's pace. As he gets close, he stretches one arm out toward me as if he intends to grab me. I'm afraid and turn away, still laying in the bed. Dream fades.

Bridgette?
0733: C. I'm in a dark room. Seems like a bedroom. There's some light coming through a door near me that leads to a hallway. I think I'm looking for something in a dresser. A girl walks in and asks for my help. At first, she seems to be Bridgette, a very attractive coworker IWL. She's talking about a forum post about collecting all the images from the game loading screens. She's holding a piece of paper and she wants me to burn it for her. I tell her this is a dream. Again, maybe I'm a little lucid but the vividness and control are low. She says, "Oh, I'm dreaming with you?" I get a closer look and she looks Asian, which Bridgette is not. I say, "Yeah, help me take of my shirt." She does but as the shirt lifts over my head it blocks out my vision and the dream ends abruptly.

Kiting Sleep
0830: D. For about 30 minutes, I'm drifting in and out of sleep, false awakenings, wake, and hallucinations. Here's a bunch of fragments, I'm not sure which was which. I'm calling this "kiting" for lack of a known term. Some fragments were lucid, so I'm counting this as one lucid dream.

Watching two people play chess. The person playing white is making illegal moves but no one else notices and I don't say anything.

FA in my own bedroom. I hear music coming from my computer. It's not supposed to be on. I recognize the artist is Jimmy Eat World.

Riding in a car with my father driving. It's his old pickup truck. We are exiting a covered parking lot. Maybe a sports stadium. He's arguing something. I say this is a dream and I'm just going to fly away to avoid him. I try to jump through the roof of the car but fail.

I'm at a store paying for something. I pull out a black Visa card. Supposedly it's a "Visa HILL" card and it's very hard to get so I must be a VIP customer. The cashier is impressed.

My underwear is on backwards.

Sisyphus in Wonderland, Dream Guide?!
0930 A! This was an incredibly weird and memorable lucid dream. It's much more fantasy and strangeness then my average dreams.

FA. I'm in a bedroom. It's mostly dark. The room is arranged a bit like my real room. But there is a TV mounted on the far wall where there shouldn't be. I become lucid early on but my control is poor at the beginning. My father is in the room and we're arguing again. I'm so sick of this recurring theme with my father. I'm aware in the dream that I've already been through this on same night. I tune him out and think what I want to do now that I'm lucid and have some control.

I get outside somehow. It's night outside in a residential neighborhood. But the houses and trees are all cartoonish colors. The trees are purple and blue. The houses are crazy colors like yellow and red. It looks like something out of Dr. Seuss or Alice in Wonderland. But since it's dark, the bright colors aren't as noticeable and it seems somewhat realistic. The street is dimly lit with street lamps and moonlight. I walk in the middle of the street to the corner of the block, still upset and without a plan. At the corner, there is a building that looks like a drive-thru fast-food restaurant. On top of the building is a big neon sign styled in black and white with a font like Corner Bakery. The sign reads "difficulty, inc." which I think is kinda funny.

My father is following me and we start fighting with our bare hands. I try to fly away but he can fly too. My flying sucks today. I can hover fine but I can only thrust by pushing off things for short distances. We're still wrestling in the air and through the neighborhood. After a minute or two I am fed up and just try to fly away. The dream starts to feel unstable. I land next to a brick building with vines growing on the walls. I feel the vines and brick to get some sensory stability. But I still wake up.

I try to DEILD. I'm imagining the same scene, trying to re-enter. I'm about to give up, but I hear my father's voice describing the scene. He says things like "brick wall, restaurant down the street, grassy lawn" and this helps me get back into the scene. As soon as I'm back, I'm fighting with him again. But now I'm just walking away, trying to ignore him. When he gets close, I push him a way and continue walking. I don't want to waste any more of my lucid dream on him so I start spinning to teleport away. I try so hard that I wake up and turn my physical neck. At least I think I was awake. I'm in my bed and stop moving my head.

I try to DEILD again. Again, about 20 seconds pass and I'm about to give up. I'm about to switch to recalling earlier parts of the dream for my journal. But I suddenly feel like I'm going through a tunnel. I'm back in the dream. The edges of the tunnel turn into leaves and I find myself hiding in a bush peeking out through a hole in the leaves. It seems like time is going really fast around me for a few seconds. The tree leaves are rustling and street lamps are twinkling really fast like time-lapse photography. Things slow down to normal. I'm in the same dark cartoonish neighborhood but a different area. I'm in the middle of the quiet street. My father is gone and I'm in the deep in middle of the block where there are just houses, no restaurants or retail buildings.

Phew. Ok. Now, what to do? I start walking down the middle of the street, looking at the crazy colored trees and gingerbread houses. I see an old lady outside. I walk toward her but she enters her front door. I think of Mother Goose. I keep walking and start to see the end of the block in the distance. I see a paint store far off across the intersection that advertises two kinds of paint: "DRIED" and "WET". I think that's pretty funny and congratulate my subconscious for the joke.

Then a short goat-man jumps out at me from the shadow of the trees to my right. I'm startled but he quickly seems friendly. He's about 4 feet tall with goat legs and yellowish-brown fur. I guess he must be Pan from Greek mythology. He asks me what I'm doing. I remember my plan, I'm going to practice teleporting by spinning or opening doors. He says, "Cool! I'll try too!" And he starts spinning like a playful child. I start spinning as fast as I can. The world becomes a blur and unrecognizable. I slow down my I'm still in the same place in the same scene. Hmm, didn't work.

Another character approaches Pan and me. I don't get a good look at him, but I sense he is friendly and familiar. He says, "There's a portal in the boat" and points toward the nearest house. Later, recalling the dream, I think that maybe this character might have been my Dream Guide! I still don't recall what he looked like. Somehow though, I was left with three separate vague impressions: A man-size yellow dinosaur (think Barney), Homestar Runner, and Ronald McDonald. I lead the way as the three of us walk up to the house he pointed out. It's yellow with red trim. It looks like a life-size gingerbread house or a cartoonish McDonald's. The front door is only about 3 feet high and I get a strong Alice in Wonderland feeling.

I'm puzzled. This is a house, not a boat. There's a lunchbox next to the front door. I bend over to look at it. "Is this what I'm looking for?" No, I sense my DG gesturing into the house. I look in a window where I can see through to the backyard. I stoop down and we all walk through the small house to the backyard. In the middle of a small patch of grass, there's an inflatable kiddie pool with a plastic toy boat floating. Okay, this must be the boat but where's the portal and how I am supposed to get in such a small boat? DG says exactly what I'm thinking: "Shrink down to size." Okay, never done that before. I bend over to get a closer look at the boat and see a USB port on it with some text printed under it. I squint to read the words. My alarm goes off and wakes me up.

12-case of Stella Artois was on sale. How can one resist? Anyway, that's why recall was poor this night.

0237: D. I'm in a PE class. Reminds me of my elementary school but I'm an adult. I'm vacuuming leaves off the grassy field. The vacuum is strapped to my back like a leaf blower. The class can't leave until I've vacuumed all the leaves. (Am I crafting cheesy puns in my dreams?) The teacher and students are getting impatient with me.

0603: D. I'm in a movie-like scene. I'm with Robert De Niro and Joe Pesci. But their character names are Richard and something that starts with O. The scene is a like a cluttered warehouse or junk yard. It's a shootout. Our side is split into three groups taking cover behind barrels and junk. My view jumps between the three groups like a movie. We coordinate our attack with walkie talkies. We spring up and surprise the bad guys. They surrender.

Notes: Got to sleep early and woke up in the middle of the night. Tried for hours to fall back to sleep and finally gave up. Watched a movie and eventually returned to sleep for a few hours.

2215: Sleep

0215: B. I am in SAV. I am hanging out with Ben. He lives at the sound end of the complex. I think I am helping him move. He gets upset and I want to leave but I am still at his house. He and his older brother (doesn't exist IWL) are starting th make other plans for the evening. They want to go smoke pot? I feel left out but I can't leave yet for some reason. I keep thinking about how JavaScript doesn't have statics. I think the statements var s = 0; this.static = s;.

Now it's Dave in the house instead of Ben. He is dressed up in black and white. He's leaving soon and is looking for a sweater. He yells at his mother but she doesn't have it. She is pregnant and moves slowly. He yells "Get hobbly!" to tell her to hurry. I leave and start walking home. I pass by a playground. People are talking about how it is new. From the second story of the apartment building, there is a slide. People are saying that a slide is safe for kids than stairs or a ladder. A young girl is saying this as she is climbing a ladder.

0815: Back to sleep

1030: B. I'm in a big indoor mall. I think the whole mall is sports themed. I'm there with work people and old school people. We are at a sports bar. Somebody has a giant old typewriter in front of them at the table. Lucas is there and we are trying to avoid him. He wants to be called "Lazurus" or "Laz". I change tables a few times to avoid him. Each time I close my table with my credit card. I'm drinking beer, something pale. At the last table, my credit card doesn't go through. I look at the card as the waitress hands it to me. It's a white(?) American Express card. Something to do voting? It has some letters on it that are supposed to say how it should be used. I open my wallet and it's all messy. I pull out my green AmEx card (from the wrong slot IWL) and everything is fine.

There is a competition among some people in our group. I'm not participating, just watching. It's being televised by ESPN. The events are outdoorsy things, like chopping wood. There are three events in different parts of the mall. The whole group walks around the mall between events. My teeth keep falling out and I try to stick them back in and hold them in place. I don't stay until the end of the last event. I don't know who wins. I wander around the mall trying to find the exit. I reach a dead end, which seems familiar for some reason. I turn around and head a different way. I run into Ashwin. He was in the competition. I guess he didn't win. He asks me about the ESPN broadcast. I think he wants to be sure that his mom sees it. Then we talk about tennis.

1248: C. I go to work, but it seems like a car wash. It's just me, Frank, Lucas, and a faceless artist. They are debating with the artist about the color of a couch and some 2D images for characters that can be pieced together for different poses. The couch is in the car wash tunnel. I say nothing. Lucas suggests going to Costco to buy more couches. He leaves. Then a bunch of young kids enter the room. Frank comes up to me to confront me about missing work. We try to talk over the noisy kids. He says "You're not well." I say "No, I'm not." He says "We were comparing you before and after and you're not the same. You're dressed like a kid." I look down and see I'm wearing the company baseball jersey. Frank is wearing the same thing.

0/0

No recall on account of intoxication. Zeo says I had 5 REM periods. I wonder what those "lost dreams" are like. I guess I'm never know.

I'm at a family members house, and there are people who I used to know well running around and basically trashing the place. They're all angry with me because I've decided I'm going to move to Hawaii. There were some smelly, gross people I didn't know and I grabbed them and threw them out of the house. They did not like this.

There was a girl, a dream character, who began yelling at me. She said that I wasn't going anywhere with my life and that I've never done anything real. She began putting makeup on her face and screaming. I stood there arguing with her about all the things I've accomplished in my life, telling her that I had done awesome things and that I was going to go places and do even more awesome things.

They got in their car and I got in mine.

The dream switched to me sitting in my old bedroom. There was nothing in the room except a bed, and two of my friends were sitting on it. They were drinking alcohol and kept offering it to me. I kept saying that I didn't want any, and they kept taunting me and teasing me. I said I wanted to make a pitcher of tea, and seconds later I was setting down a pitcher of tea. I turned around for a moment and when I turned back the girl sitting there said that she had put alcohol in the tea. "Don't worry," she said, "I diluted it with water so you won't taste it that much if you're worried." At this point I got really angry and yelled that they had tainted my tea. All I wanted was a cup of tea, and I had to drive soon to get to Hawaii.

Next thing I know, I'm driving down a long, bleak highway. Soon I'm going under overpasses and swooping stealthily in and out of traffic. There were large gaps that looked like exits, but then they would lead to nowhere or go upside down and curve along bridges so if you were to take them you would have to drive upside down. I didn't. I remember thinking to myself that if there weren't cars driving on this highway that it would be an excellent place for skateboarding.

I made it to Hawaii. I went to a cove that you had to swim through a large tunnel. I was scared to go in, it was dark and a long swim to the end where I could barely see light peeking out against the darkness. I swam across anyhow, and at the end there was a gigantic rotting yellow whale carcass. I knew that they smelled bad, because I'd encountered dead whales on the beach before. This one didn't smell bad but I plugged my nose anyhow, just in case the stench got to me.

I remember a glimpse of a map. It seemed to be computerized and zoomed far into different places on an island. I remember seeing Salvador Dali's name and thinking how I should go to his world, but then I didn't. (note: visiting there should be a lucid goal).

I remember watching a man swim far out into the ocean and find this woman... He traded bodies with her and was ecstatic to be a woman.

I think that's all.

0/3 Lucid/Recall

Notes: Went to bed really early on a holiday. Woke up in the middle of the night and went back to bed. About 12 hours total sleep.

2212: C. I work for a woman brewing beer. I arrange the beer bottles... to cool it down. The woman is upset to learn that the... in the same business. I tell her I will help.

0621: B. It's back to school. Prep is really in. All the cool kids are waring prep. I go to my math class. Matt R... Nintendo games. I refused because I have Madden 2010. This upsets him. .... borders between states. The teacher puts a bunch of crackers along a map. Everyone is class grabs them. Ashwin was the most and I am second. I have 6 total.

07:09: C. At school, Lance and I are selling pot to people. I think it's Ben from elementary school. We are talking about Los Angeles compared to the countryside. A lion follows us and it makes us afraid.

0/3 Lucid/Recall

Notes: Fell asleep drunk on bloody marys.

Analysis: Very irregular waking times for me, doubtless due to the alcohol. I usually have 90 minute cycles with uncanny accuracy. Poor recall and motivation this night. The dreams seemed rather plain and unimaginative. I observe two obvious influences from the waking day in the dreams.

2300: Sleep

0400: D. Something about new Facebook accounts and importing old friends.

0603: D. Mostly unreadable. Something about smoke alarm going off which woke me up [I cooked pork chops on the stove for dinner]. On waking up, I was disciplined enough to suspect FA and did an RC; I was indeed awake.

0850: B. I'm with a bunch of people, some from work some from high school. It's a bit like Disneyland. I have a girlfriend. She is white. I don't know who she is. We all play this game where we write personal stuff about us on these pre-made cards. I spend a lot of time in the bathroom. The bathroom is weird. People try to use the sinks as urinals [I drank two glasses of water prior to this sleep cycle]. At the end, the personal secrets are revealed. My girlfriend doesn't know me very well. At some point we're in a creek under a bridge.

2 dreams, non-lucid.

I'm with uncle Efren at a water park.

I'm in a theme park. I'm in a small group of people. I don't know who. One guy in the group is carring around Magic: The Gathering cards. I might be drunk and people can smell it on me.

1. I am in jazz band, and my bass skills fail me rather epically.

2. I'm drinking with my friends, in what amounts to a rehash of the truth-or-dare game from the night before.

3. I visit a shooting range with my dad and pop off a good deal of rounds fairly accurately. I note that instead of my meager 22 rifle, I could be renting Uzis and machine guns! Before I can do so, a whole busload of deaf and dumb people pour out onto the range. They talk in sign language to each other and begin to shoot.

Hmm...a few FA's recently and now this. Momentum?

The Alcohol Lucid (dild)

Broz and I are in the kitchen and we have a drink. I begin feeling a little woozy and go up to my room. I fall asleep with the intention of having a lucid dream. I wake up in the middle of the night feeling even more woozy. I have a really difficult time walking, I feel real heavy. I look at the 20 or so fingers on my hand and begin to suspect I am dreaming. My vision is a little blurry.

World of Warcraft is on my computer. The buildings build themselves and dissemble themselves repeatedly. Fred Flintstone is also on the monitor. Yup, I am definitely dreaming. My hands again have too many fingers.

I drag my feet through the darkness and to the window. The screen is torn open and a great storm is brewing. I think about climbing onto the roof. The shred of lucidity I have waivers as I decide I better not climb onto the roof in case I am not dreaming. They'd call the police if a drunk guy is on the roof.

I still have a hard time walking, thinking, and seeing because my vision is lost multiple times. I am not lucid enough to use my normal techniques for re-entering the dreams. I try to pry my hands open to regain vision but it doesn't work. Lucidity is still weak because I think I might be blind. When I do get my eyes open, I wake up. I blame the poor quality on the strong effects of dream alcohol. And I am a little rusty.

It is the first day of school. I look into the music room to see if it is my first class. I see Nevin inside but I'm still not convinced that it is the band class. As I walk a bit further down the hallway I see Robert getting out a trombone.
"Robert playing an instrument? What the hell?"
"Fuck off."
I start heading back to the music room because I know it is my class, and on the way I meet Maya.
All of a sudden me, her, and some other person are walking down Trajan's road to my house. Maya looks different and has a different personality, but I still know it's her. When we get to my door she doesn't want to go inside. The other person heads up into my room. I convince her to come inside and then I sit down with my parents to eat dinner (something with pre-grated cheese on it). Maya is acting really strange and goes behind the counter and stands behind my mom while we talk and eat.
There is a volunteer night for sailing but everybody's invited, so me and Maya head down to the basement to pick out some alcohol. We find some Jack Daniel's on the shelf but I notice that there is ice in it. I realize that it must be my father's. Instead we find some hard liquor in a turquoise bottle that is olive flavored and for some reason that sounds like the perfect thing to bring, plus nobody will likely notice that it's gone.
The party is on the same strip of the harbor that the Thunderchild docks at, but there is a bungalow on the water there.

Okay, I remember bits of my dream pretty clearly I think.

We were in the Philippines. But at the same time in my unit in Perth. It was a flat, one of those ones up high in the sky, and the building it was part of was joined to a sister-building.
The Singaporean guy that was going to rent it out text messaged me to say that he had declined for now unless my place could surpass the fact that the other places had guinea pigs and rabbits for him to watch (something like that lol). My mum complained that I didn't clean the place up enough, which was true.

Haha, my brother had somehow swapped bodies with someone else, and was really fat. xD He is quite thin/muscly IRL.
We were going to some store on the same level as the flat. It was owned by some rich fliipinos. You had to do a blood test (just those ones where they prick your finger like for diabetics) and there was a security guard standing outside that would do that for you.
For some reason the owner of the store wanted me to go in even without doing the blood test. But I needed to go back to the flat for some reason.
And then I cam back with my bro and the two maid's children, em-em and adrian, and we went through.

There was this cool escalator thingy there. I recall the place was quite shiny or something. I can't remember what happened here though.

Afterwards, I watched an old man slide down the escalator thing awesomely; he did a jump as he went over the slopes. It was like a slide at Adventure World. There were three parts to it. Some children followed after him, but the girl did it on her feet and not sitting down like the man had done. I thought that I would've been too scared to do that at her age, and even now

Then I met up with someone around my brother's age and he had a watergun.


I was sitting with my brother, em-em and adrian, GB and I think someone else but I'm not sure who. We kept on walking round and round the table, working out who was going to sit where and next to who. I think AD was there. He's some guy that I went to high school with and not very many people liked him. But anyway, I think I sat next to him, but I am unsure of this.
We were carrying our meals in our hand (chicken with rice) as we walked around the table, and there were drinks there in shots. Some were coca-cola and some were some type of clear alcoholic drink. Either wine or vodka. I remember thinking that I was going to drink the coke coz I'm not too fond of alcohol.



Now here are some keywords that I wrote down, so that I could go back to them and write about these dreams. But it didn't work
Book.
Police on highway.

1. It's nighttime. I'm sitting around drinking something with a friend, when suddenly I start to feel pretty bad. The dreamview switches to a close-up of my digestive tract, which shows itself to be swollen and red and close to exploding. This continues for an uncomfortable time, showing different organs, when the view suddenly goes third-person. My body explodes, splattering blood on the dream "camera" and causing an elderly couple to comment on my rudeness.

2. My brother, my roommate, and I are chasing the girls who live at my research station around the halls. Eventually they start to fight back, and I do parkour down the (IRL nonexistent) basement stairwell to hide from them.

My dad and I are walking the streets of Covington, KY, and talking about what I call "middle English" slang after he uses the word "gazooks!" However, in the dream I understand "middle English" to be Wild West or Industrial Revolution times. I make a joke that we're going back to 1865, like the cast of "Back to the Future" visited the frontier. Exactly after I do so, we find ourselves walking in the Covington of the past. It looks like a typical frontier mining town, and we go on a quest to find his grandfather who is living there. We interact with the bums to find this information, and eventually are led to a saloon. Both of us sit at a rather uncrowded long table, and I request a hard cider. The pretty barmaid smirks at me and says "Take off your glasses, Mr. Mafoy," with the unspoken assumption that they make me look younger than legal drinking age.

I recall part of a dream from the other night: involved a massive mansion, purchasing it or staying in it or something, a bunch of super prissy girls I hung out with, too much partying, and someone puking in a purse.

Then I wandered with my family up the stairs at the mansion into a Jurassic garden full of dinosaurs.

Last night's dream was more mundane, a run-down farm-ish/trailorish building, horses involved somehow, then I was riding a bus while hugging my aunt's cat Jones (who was digging her claws into me).