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First I was at my house, about 5 in the morning getting ready as I normally do, getting ready for a trivia crack tournament, and I'm about ready to shower when the door is all screwed up, I ask for some help with it and my friend who comes over to help rips the door of the hinges and he said he was "sabotaging" me and he left and joined our rival team. Later, the rest of us go off and we arrive at the tournament place, which looks like a school gym, except the bleachers go all the way around and its square shaped rather than rectangular, and the bleachers are odd, with different colors, being large cubes, and having symbols like X and O on them, and lights. A lot of people were there, but it turned out that the tournament wasnt going to happen until a few more hours, so we all left back to my house. At my house we just chatted for a while, screwing around.
I remember at some point needing to use the bathroom, I go in there and it's like a public restroom, and it's HUGE. There are stall walls but they're very tiny and you can see over and under them without trying to. In the back is a HUGE handicap stall, and there's a wall with a bunch of silver, rectangular urinals, stacked above each other and stuff.
Then I remember being back at my house and me and my friends want to play some video game, it swaps to like first person view in game, and we're running through a low resolution, hilly forest getting fired at by all kinds of guns and mortars, our little dudes look like master chief, and some of us go down but I make it to a spot where there's a tank and a fighter jet, I hop in the fighter jet and soar off, and I run in to some other jets and the only weapon I had were missiles that you had to aim in front of them so you could hit them while they move, because the missiles weren't heat seeking. It was hard but I managed to shoot a few down, I remember flying over mountains and forests, and we got to a spot that's a huge lake and I saw them down there as I circled around, and another plane came from behind a mountain and we nearly went underwater and I shot a few missiles, and missed, but eventually I hit him.

I also had a dream I was at winn dixie, with someone (cant remember who), and other people showed up and I remember looking for someone, and going out in the parking lot and driving.

I'm pretty sure I dreamt that I was in sleep paralysis, it sucked because it sounded like a nuclear bomb was going off in my left ear.

20.12.2014

Exploring Unknown Island in Windwaker (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I’m Link from the Windwaker game, and I’m exploring a small island that doesn’t seem to resemble any I traversed in playing the game in waking life. Though I have a feeling it could be similar to one island where there’s a merchant Goron, and a huge boulder concealing a dungeon. I look out to the sea, and gaze upon the vast sea and horizon. It’s sunset, and it’s an absolutely beautiful sight as well.

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20.12.2014

Girl Takes my ID & Killing ReDeads (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So I’m going into a bathroom to do my business, wash my hands, and head out back to the building that looks like a store. But it seems I’m preparing myself for a party at a bar, or some kind of in-door rave. I noticed a dream character looks like an individual I knew in High school that would have spiky hair, or even a Mohawk at times.

He glances over at me with this weird facial expression of him puckering up, but it’s probably just how he naturally is. I look over, and I get a feeling that one of my neighbors that’s also a co-worker is someone I’m going with for whatever event to come very soon.

Skipping ahead, I gave her my ID, and she puts it in her black purse. Then when I want to enter some section of a building, they requested my ID, and she’s already in there. I had to move away, and tried to do anything to call her, and tell her to give me my ID back. I go so far back that the plot of the dream becomes irrelevant, and I’m inside of a forest where I’m trying to kill creatures that look like ReDeads from Ocarina of Time.

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20.12.2014

Someone Invades House with Dynamites (DILD)


NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

A little personal for me to put in here for some reason. But someone sets off a dynamite booby trap that I presume to be part of the house I feel I have a family in.

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20.12.2014

Batman's Millisecond Reflexes (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Batman is literally so fast that his reflexes must only take milliseconds for him to perform nearly impossible feats of escaping intense circumstances. Such as, an enemy preparing to throw a dynamite at a group of people in an enclosed space of a building that looks like a convenience store, and before the dynamite explodes in the other direction, he’s already down the stairs to fend off the next group of enemies.

The enemies seem to represent some kind of guerilla soldiers that look Hispanic.

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20.12.2014

I'm Jimmy Neutron Charged for Potential Sexual Assault? (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So, I’m messaging some random person on Facebook. I mistake this individual for someone else, and presumed I could be overly sexual. I’m also wondering why I have that kind of disposition in the first place in the dream, but figured since it wasn’t a dream, there literally wouldn’t be any consequence other than being paranoid that something back would happen.

It was basically a “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine” kind of thing. Then I realized this person is someone else; someone of a more innocent demeanor, and would probably be traumatized if she had to experience something like this. But it didn’t seem to be the case, as she’s magically existing somewhere else in the dream. I believe I’m somewhere around a gray wired fence with the diamond shapes to it.

I realize I’m Jimmy Neutron:

And he has his penis out, and all I can really do is stop being this guy, and watch what will happen. I noticed I’m in a perspective as if I’m at the same level of the ground next to the same girl I mentioned above with the happy go-lucky innocent disposition. She has a baby near her, and Jimmy Neutron is literally -this- close to the baby, and the girl is so offended that she calls the police.

Unfortunately, this makes me shift back into being aware that I’m in Jimmy Neutron’s pants. I put it back inside my pants, and run for dear life. My initial reaction was to contact Jimmy’s parents. After instantly arriving to the house, the mother tells me I can hide in my room, and that she and her husband can put up a barrier near the door so the cops and other authorities will have a difficult time apprehending me.

I realized they’re just pretending to help me while they prepare to leave the house completely, and leave me all by myself. I look through the window, and see two individuals that seem to be coming after me. One looks like someone I knew in middle school; Australian accent, curly and fluffy dirty blonde hair, and he’s wearing a black shirt and blue jeans.

I’m not sure if he’s carrying a weapon, and as for the other person, I can’t recall how they looked like. I’m panicking for a moment, but it seems the dream characters aren’t competent enough to figure out where I am. Even though I make myself apparent for looking through the window for too long, they seem to make no effort in catching me.

I do random things like trying to sidle my way through outside the window, and onto the roof with the intention of finding another place to hide. Maybe a secret lab, or something like that.

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20.12.2014

Two Shadows and Sonic Go Super Form (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There’s two Shadows; one seems to have sinister intentions, and the other probably wants to go Super form with Sonic. Sonic comes in at some point, and bonks his head by an invisible wall, or maybe he’s just clumsy. They all end up going Super form, and that’s all I remember.

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20.12.2014

Vulture Picks at a Girl's Private Parts (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So I’m in a hallway that resembles that of some kind of spacious education facility; probably High School at best, or even a close-knit kind of college/university.

There’s black and white checkered floors, the building itself seems ancient, but still being able to sustain its novelty without looking ruined at all; it seems to have some kind of Renaissance-esque feel to it. I was talking to someone about how on the outside of the windows, there’s a pair of large wings resting on top of the monuments with a flat surface.

I can’t remember what he stated, but he looks where I’m pointing, and gives an expression of confusion as well, and moves on. I look down through the window, and see a group of females talking to each other. The one that’s most noticeable in this boring and dull environment of dark colors is a girl wearing a pink shirt. She looks Hispanic, puffy cheeks with makeup on along with long black hair. She seemed to have a slutty disposition for some reason, and what happens next only confirms my conjecture.

The same set of wings I mentioned before suddenly transforms into a vulture, and this vulture flies down towards the girl. She’s not even afraid at all, and is already in a position of bending down to do something, and I’m not sure what it was. But the vulture gets close to her ass, and literally starts pecking into the girl’s vagina.

I expected some screaming, and WTF moments to ensue, but she rams her vagina into the vulture’s beak; a bird is getting more action than I ever could in a dream apparently. So while my jaw is dropping, and me being in a state of awe, she’s still having fun having a vulture’s beak up her vagina. After a while, she casually pulls up her pants, and walks away as if nothing happened.

I can’t even remember how the others reacted because I’m too bothered with what’s going on right now.

Tonight I'm in a hotel and had gone to bed at 12:30am, early for me, after a big meal with lots of wine. I slept for a few hours and it was probably around 3–4am (an estimation, I didn't check) that I started water-cycling. I've found it the best way to avoid a hangover: I wake up at intervals to drink as much water as I can comfortably consume, which inevitably means also having to use the bathroom frequently once the rehydration sets in.

I had already woken a few times in the night and this waking seemed no different at first, because dream logic prevented me from realizing how odd it was that I was walking down a long hall to use the bathroom rather than just using the one in the room. Yet from the start, something made me wonder if I was dreaming. I tried jumping and levitating but it was inconclusive. It didn't occur to me to try other checks. I went in the bathroom and noticed it looked just like one I had just been dreaming about before I woke up, which also seemed suspicious, but I still felt very embodied and awake. I even noticed how clean and inviting this bathroom felt, in contrast to the unpleasant aspect they often present in dreams. I felt awake enough and had to pee urgently enough that I was tempted to just go ahead and use the facilities, reasoning that if I was actually dreaming then with careful intention I should be able limit this activity to the dream state and not accidentally release my bladder in waking life. But uncertainty made me hesitate—I couldn't afford to be wrong about this! Something still made me sense that I was dreaming, even if I couldn't seem to prove it.

I noticed a woman sitting nearby, which did not strike me as odd, but opportune. I approached her and asked, "Am I dreaming?"

"Yes." I was struck by the simple decisiveness of her answer. It was also uncharacteristically straightforward, given the usual evasiveness of my DCs.

"Thanks for being honest. Usually when I ask people in dreams—" (I used this phrase instead of "DC" because I was afraid she might it insulting to be reduced to an acronym) "—they say 'no'. Why do they do that?"

She shrugged slightly. "They're probably just nervous."

I wondered what they might have to be nervous about, but wanted to understand what made her different. "Then why were you so honest?"

"I represent your higher functions." I'm pretty sure this is what she said, or very nearly. It struck me as an oddly technical response.

This DC really intrigued me. She seemed so smart and self-aware, in contrast to the typical dullness and blandness of those I try to interact with. I looked at her closely. She was a slim young woman who appeared to be in her twenties, pretty, with glossy shoulder-length black hair and an Asian cast to her features. Her demeanor was calm, precise, and assured. I wanted a name to remember her by, so I asked: "What's your name?"

She promptly uttered a string of numbers, something like "2166309."

Perplexed by this response, I pressed, "I mean in letters." If she couldn't answer, I decided that I would name her "Murasaki." I had just been reading about the names of Japanese colors so the word was fresh on my mind; I knew it meant purple, and the woman was wearing a bright purple shirt and looked like she might be Japanese. I also recalled that "Murasaki" was a name of ancient pedigree, being the heroine of The Tale of Genji as well as the pseudonym of its courtly author. But my deliberations were unnecessary, it turned out.

"Meonarra," she said. At least that's what it sounded like.

I pressed for clarification: "Can you spell that?"

She might have started with an "M," but what followed was not a series of normal alphabetical letters. She specified particular accent marks and chemical symbols that I wasn't even familiar with. Her explanation of the spelling sounded far longer than the actual name, and at least half of it seemed to be special characters. Even listening closely, I couldn't follow it at all. I wished I had a way to record it other than my own weak memory. I reflected how people in many pre-modern cultures had developed their memories to an extraordinary degree, but we, who can almost always rely on other means of recording information, have very little ability in that regard. I wished I had a notepad to write down what she was saying, but there would be no point: I couldn't keep it with me when I woke up. So instead I just asked her to repeat herself: "Can you say that again?"

She obliged, but it sounded completely different this time, and I could swear the new spelling ended with a "D." That wasn't anything like the name I thought I'd heard. I figured if I couldn't spell it, I should at least make sure I had the pronunciation right. "Meonarra?" I asked, pronouncing the first syllables as "mee-oh." She corrected me; the first vowel was more like the "a" in "after," so it sounded like "mae-oh."

I realized that I was falling into a rut by obsessing over the name, and the dream was not going to last much longer. "Can I see you again?" I asked Meonarra. "I'd like to have a conversation sometime."

She shrank back with a stricken look, as if I'd suggested something completely inappropriate. "No! That's _____'s territory." I didn't quite catch the name, but I think it was two syllables, might have started with an "I," and sounded male. Similar to "Isaac"? But it wasn't exactly that; I don't think it was a waking-world name.

I wasn't sure what was wrong with my request, but I tried to reassure her. "I just mean to chat, like we're doing now. I'd like to see you." I realized that I was drawn to her. I couldn't tell if it was the stirrings of a romantic attraction or if it was just that I found her so interesting. But the thought awakened a sensuous impulse and I put my arms around her. I recognized that it was the dream state itself that made it so easy to slip toward this sensation, and I asked her why dreams had this quality. I can't remember how I worded the question, and can't remember her reply, if she had time to make one before I woke up.

Writing this up it perhaps sounds more bland than it felt at the time. It was one of those dreams that felt really significant, even if nothing much happened. I regret that I got so pre-occupied with her name. Although my waking mind really likes to have names for things, a tendency that bleeds over pedantically into lucidity, I'm not sure if naming things is especially useful or meaningful within dream itself. It is becoming clear, at least, that the kinds of names things have in dream are not always as clear and straightforward as our ordinary linguistic appellations of waking life. Instead they appear to operate much like written text in dreams, characterized by the shifting instability of dream logic. So it might have been better if I could have thought of more substantial questions to ask her, instead of wasting the whole dream just trying to pin down her name. I do like having something to remember her by, but what else might she have told me if I had been able to come up with a more introspective line of questioning?

It is now 6:43am (it was a few minutes before 5:12 when I started so I've spent over 90 minutes writing!) and the sky outside has blossomed into an unbelievably beautiful pink sunrise. I'm going back to bed.

A strange nose-less creature called the Stip lived in a blue bathroom cubicle. It was more than seven feet tall, incredibly emaciated, but it never stood up straight. It's back was always very bowed, and it's arms were disproportionately long. It was completely hairless, and it's skin was pale and saggy. It's eyes were very small, beady and wide-set, and it's mouth was very wide. I sent my boss into deal with it and see if he could get it out of the cubicle.

It was night. I was walking down a street with yellow street lights. I was with a few people. I think they were interviewing people. They were asking for directions. We crossed a rail road.

Daylight. We were walking along a familiar street, near a place where I used to live in Sampaloc.

We walked towards the perpendicular street and turned right to a restaurant. I heard it was so popular that people who want to eat there need to reserve in advance. I think I ate there before. We went inside. There was corn or something.

I was in the bathroom and needed to use the loo. The place was very clean, with nice flowing water.

I’m driving with someone in a van. I’m excited to use the cruise control feature (more like auto-drive) since I suck so much at driving. There was something about wanting to try out a ‘drive to destination’ feature.

We’re looking for an angel. I see three different people in tan trench coats, although one had a black shirt and the coat was around their waist or something – but none of them are the right one.

We do end up picking up this older woman (maybe the black-shirt?). She needs help getting somewhere. I think I felt unease around her.

We had to stop at a bathroom. There was more than one room so I found my own one with a lot of stalls.

Problem was, I couldn’t seem to find one with a toilet in it. I ended up going into one with a weird, metal, tall and wide sink, but end up making a mess trying to use it.

When I get out, of the stall, the older woman had apparently been waiting for me the whole time. There was the feeling that she finally got to show her true colors and do something to me.

Inspirations: Driving from last dream. Yay auto-drive. Angel from me having looked at a post I reblogged on Tumblr with Castiel in it, who wears a tan trench coat in Supernatural.

Lucid Dream:

I found this carriage somewhere that interested me. It couldn't move without a horse, since it was made of only wood. I was able to lucidly make the wheels move and get it to go down this dirt road. The road began to get rough spots in it that were steep enough to make the wheels slip, I had to grab at the road in front in order to force the carriage over the steep spot. Finally there was a steep hill that was too much to go up until a tractor came along. I held onto the back of the tractor as it pulled the carriage up the hill. Right before the top, the tractor got stuck too. I figured it would be alright to just let the tractor go, so I did. Things went bad though, the tractor lurched forward and crashed, messing up a front wheel. The carriage fell backwards, almost vertically it seemed and crashed too. I was able to stay put where I was, and as I looked down on the carriage I thought my sister was inside of it, although I didn't realize it until now. I thought my sister had died in the crash and I was so sad and upset that it woke me up.

It was 1am something but it didn't take long for me to fall back to sleep.

Dream 2

There were these group of people who were having a party, and playing some sort of game. They were standing in the same spot, merging in & out, like they weren't quite in phase with each other. It was like a willpower fight for dominance of the spot they occupied. I stepped into the pile of phasing people to join in this game. It took about a minute, but as I dominated the spot, one by one people would "die" and when I was the only one left I won the game. The people weren't really dead, they were just counted as dead within the game. Since I won the game, my DCs let me continue to party with them. That only lasted a while because I got sidetracked with packing stuff in a car.

Dream 3

I was at this school where I found the food storage room. There was a jar of pickled bologna there so I took a big piece and started eating it. It tasted good and I just ate it as I walked around. For some reason I thought I needed to wash my hands so I went in to the restroom. It was weird to see that it was full, there were 20 guys in there using all the stalls & urinals. They were even sitting in the sinks, all but one sink. I ignored them as I used the only available sink to wash my hands. The paper towels were nice to wrap around the pickled bologna I still had. This was probably the most amount of times I have seen my hands in a dream yet it didn't make me go lucid.

Dreams from November 2nd.

1.
I’m talking to a girl, I ask her something like “What do you think about this?’ as I point (to a bookshelf?). She ignores me, her face almost slack, and I realize ‘I’m not dreaming anymore’(??). I come to realize I’m sitting up in bed, awake.

2.
Outside (out back at grandma’s house?), there’s a little girl to the left jumping on the pad of a really tall, green flower. For a split second I think how dangerous that is, and then she slips off. On the ground, she says something about how she should have known that would happen.

Directly ahead, a younger girl is playing in a square patch of grass the size of a dinner table.

Something about me walking out of a room and seeing a young boy. He says something about ‘you saw, didn’t you’. Suddenly I ‘knew’ he was talking about how he hadn’t flushed the toilet.

I’m not sure if I was sleeping in the dream or what, but I jump out of bed(?) because of some noise I hear. It’s police sirens. They were there for the boy next door. I hear them talking to him through the wall. They’re prescribing him some medicine for whatever issue he has that caused the problem.

Just as me and Rane are about to discuss something, she says something about wanting to help the boy with something. I tell her that we’ll finish this conversation later, and she agrees.

Side-note: There was definitely more bits to this but I convinced myself I had already woken up too much/was too tired to type up more dreams. By the time I got myself to sit up the details and order of events were gone.

Inspirations: A similar-ish scene happened at my sister’s where she hadn’t flushed the toilet when I went to go, and there was a pregnancy test in the trash – she asked me if I’d seen, afterwards. Once, the police actually did come here because a young boy getting in trouble. And there was one time the police did come at night because our neighbor was driving drunk… Medicine most likely comes from me being nervous about my appointment to check my thyroid levels and up my dosage.

1.
I’m one of two children of parents who are gods. The parent of one of them came over for us to meet for the first time.

I’m about eight years old. I have short, wavy, dark brown hair and freckles and look sleepy like I just woke up. I walk into the kitchen - everyone else is already in there, including my ‘brother’, who has cropped light brown hair and seems to be about six or seven.

We eat and talk with him. He looks to be mid-age, with dark hair and a beard, reminds me a bit of Duncan.

He tries to show me a trick with Smoke but it backfires:

“Did you notice that he won’t pay attention to me if you call me a bastard? Try calling me one when I walk by him.”

Note: It had the feeling of implying that Smoke snubbed him because I didn’t like him called him a bastard).

He leaves the kitchen. We wait. When it seems like he’s not coming back, he teleports outside the back door of the kitchen. He comes through and walks by Smoke, and I remember to say ‘bastard’ just when he’s almost past. Smoke just keeps on sleeping.

I’m roughhousing with mom but end up kicking her or something and she gets mad.

I leave the kitchen and go to the bathroom. I lock a few locks but they get kind of jammed. I go to the huge stall and climb up to look down into it. There are some items inside. I don’t want to use it because you can see into it from the door easily. I think there was some light from a window coming through.

I go over to a dresser, open the bottom drawer and prepare to use the bathroom there. Apparently I had before.

2.
A guy and his girlfriend get in a terrible accident, but she didn’t survive. He got stuck with her gruesome body in some kind of box container until he could be saved. I think someone had asked him about this story so he told them.

Dream - Lucid

I was at work. Everything seemed quite dark. It was very early in the morning. I was working with this guy that came from another department to learn the bakery IWL. I was filling all these drawers that filled up this tall cabinet-looking thing with things we would need for the day. I was trying to go fast because I had a certain amount of time to be finished with it.

I then had to take a break. I went and laid down in a bed for my break. I think I was talking to the guy who was still working as I was falling asleep.

I looked at the clock to check the time, and break was about over. I got out of the bed and continued what I was doing. I then had to go do something else, so the other guy had to take over.
"You know what to do, right?" I asked.
He nodded a yes in response. I hoped he wasn't insulted by my question. I then "remembered" that he did that all the time, so of course he knew how.

I woke up and it was weird; I didn't feel like I had fallen asleep at all. It was only an hour or so later than when I went to bed. I was burning up, so I turned the heat down and went back to sleep.

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I was in this area, I believe it was a basement, that had these small cages filled with, what I called, "chinchillas", though they looked more like small white mice. There was also one with white cats in it. The chinchillas and the cats were all different sizes; some were big, others were quite small.

I saw that a medium-sized chinchilla had escaped. I went to scoop her up to put her back in the cage. She bit my palm pretty hard, and it hurt! I carried her over the the cages regardless. I then noticed how small the cages really were; they were small and narrow, and the chinchillas were shoved in there so crowded up. There were two cage doors that would slide open and closed, one on each side of the cage. The chinchillas in the cage were trying to escape by sliding the doors open. I put the one back that I had gotten back inside the cage. The others kept trying to escape. I didn't blame them, but I didn't want them to die out there either. I thought about using different primary colored wooden building blocks (ones I had when I was young IWL) to build on some more room. I laid down a few blocks for a foundation when I noticed that another had escaped, this time a much smaller one. I couldn't find where she went, but then, I saw that a medium-sized white cat had also escaped. She was stretching, as cats do. I hoped that the cat didn't eat the chinchilla.

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I was getting up for work. I was in my room in the house I grew up in. Ugh so early...

I was then at work. I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed to be helping with. Shannon was there, this other woman, a tall, kind of fat Indian woman, was also there; she was also supposed to be a manager. Christian was there as well, an assistant manager from another store. There were also a couple of regular employees there as well. I knew there was this new thing where I was supposed to move these racks over to this certain area for the managers to transport to another store via driving this weird, short truck. I moved the things that needed to be moved.

I then realized I really needed to pee. There was a bathroom "stall" that looked like the tall racks, only hollow on the inside with a toilet. You could see right into the stall. Ugh...I really needed to go. I made sure no one was paying attention, and I went into the stall. It was very small and cramped, and I could see outside (it was like looking through open blinds). I then saw Christian was there. I quickly pulled up my pants and exited the stall so he wouldn't see. I talked to him for a bit. He was about to drive one of those weird trucks. I had a nervous feeling while talking to him (he is actually pretty attractive IWL [yes I know I'm married; I have no intentions of getting with him], and I can tell he finds me attractive too). He then got in his short little truck and started to drive away. I waved, and another man in another similar looking truck that looked like it had a green interstate sign for the side of the truck waved back. I waved again as Christian's truck went by.

Then, Shannon and the Indian woman pulled up slowly in their truck, very close to me, then drove away. The Indian woman looked at me as they went.

I then wanted to try to pee again. There was this box next to the rack/bathroom stall that looked a little bigger than the rack/stall. I had a feeling you were supposed to push it in there when you wanted to use the bathroom, because then, no one could see you. Someone had already done that, I think it was Nicky. They were in the now covered stall. I still had to pee.

Dream - Lucid

I just recalled a bit of something...another dream about not attending a class that I was enrolled in. I think it was math again. I only remember this detail, all others are very vague pictures. Some kind of ceremony, I think? Maybe graduation? Not entirely sure.

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I'm not sure where I was, but it was daytime. Dallas was texting me. He was in Oregon. He was saying he may fall down this huge hill. I guess he was hiking and close to a steep hill/ledge. I was worried for him; I hoped he didn't fall. For awhile, I was then not getting any responses from him, and when I'd text him, it would have trouble going through. He must be in a bad reception area. I then tried to call, and it wouldn't go through. I was really starting to get concerned.

I was then in the car, sitting on the passenger's side. Dallas was in the driver's seat, but there was no wheel on his side. I guess I was driving. Anyway, Dallas was sitting there completely naked. He had fallen down the steep hill/ledge. His body was turned in a way where I couldn't see any of his junk. I looked at him, and he looked relatively normal, aside from his front teeth looking like they got banged up, his lip was half normal colored and half a little dark. I was talking to him about us taking him to the hospital, letting his mom know, etc. I also commented on how quickly he got from Oregon to here (it's literally across the country!); I said something about it taking him an hour.

He then told me he didn't think I could handle seeing his injuries. I was talking to him about something when he said this. He turned his body all the way around and...his penis and testicles were completely gone. I tried to keep talking and ignore it, but I couldn't. I was then thinking about some IWL conversations we had about penectomies and how Dallas would fall into a huge depression if that happened. He was telling me it got cut off in the fall, but he couldn't go back and get it. He seemed to be in shock about the whole thing right now, like it wasn't affecting him that badly. I was wondering what they could do for him at the hospital.

I then saw him again at some point, a side view, and it looked like his penis was there after all. It was a very brief view though. I think we were in the hospital.

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I was going down through the floor, down, down, down into darkness. I realized this wasn't waking life, but it didn't feel like a lucid dream, it honestly felt more like an OBE (for convenience purposes, I'm going to use the color code for my LDs, even though I genuinely do not believe it was a regular LD). I decided that I wanted to see what Hell looked like (I do not believe that heaven and hell are real places, but states of mind and being). In a previous experience some years ago, I was going down into the ground in a similar fashion in an LD, but I was too afraid to see hell, so I went back up. This time, I said to myself that I could handle it; I was ready to see it. I was concerned about waking myself up, but I held it together very well. I then looked down at my body and saw I was naked in the darkness as I descended. Interesting.

I then was in hell. I was in a room where there were these long tables all around the perimeter of the room. There were children who were supposed to be getting their faces painted by adults, but the adults were cutting their faces and painting them with blood. The children were scared and upset. There was a doorway leading into another room. I went into that one. I don't remember what was specifically going on in there, but there were more scared and upset children.

I then was in blackness again, and this feeling of fear and despair came over me. I knew they were not my own feelings, but the feelings pervading this hell. I saw vague shapes in the blackness.

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I woke up from that last dream and fell asleep again, fully aware that I was going to enter a dream. I was out of my body again. I was in the house I grew up in. I don't remember many details about being in the house, but I then went outside and floated into the air. It was a bright and sunny day. I decided since I had seen hell, it was time to see heaven. I went up, up, up into the air. I then was in this tube that was very vivid. It was covered in light blue squares that had some Disney character's face on them. I went further into the tube and the color changed to yellow with more characters. It kept changing like this until I emerged on the other side.

I was in what looked like the exact same face painting room from hell, except for this time, the kids were really getting their faces painted. They were not scared or sad, but it was a much more calm atmosphere.

Unfortunately, I don't remember any more from this experience. I don't think much happened after that.

I then was back on Earth, outside in the daytime. I was floating, working on the effortless method of just letting it happen, but then I started to go down towards the Earth. I started to make myself float up again, and started to "swim" through the air. I knew that this was not what I had been working on, and it felt like I had more resistance, but it was working. I was swimming upwards and to the left towards the house.

There was a point where I looked in a mirror slightly above me and at an angle, and wanted to make angel wings appear on my back (something I tried to do in a previous LD not long ago), and lo and behold, there they were on my back. They were white and feathered. I smiled; they were beautiful.

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I was again entering a dream. I felt like I was leaving my body, but appeared in a different room. I saw my sleeping body laying on the bed. It was naked, but in the same position that I fell asleep in. I seemed to be in what looked like a hotel room. Someone else was in there too, though I'm not sure who. They could see me though, which was kind of surprising. I went into the bathroom and floated. Someone else came in, my CS assistant manager, C. She could see me floating in the air! I was surprised that she could see me! I started to do these flips between the walls by the toilet, and she was laughing. I loved it!

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Caved and took a whole Ambien again last night. -_-; I'm going to take a half tonight, otherwise I'll never get off this stuff. Though the experiences I had were very cool. I never felt like I was lucid dreaming; I felt out of body. It really did feel different. It was quite fascinating!

Black: Non-dream
Blue: Non-lucid
Red: Lucid

#36
Going to re-write this out because I couldn't seem to find it on my DJ history. Going to do a slack job compared to the last time since I'm tired.

Dream 1 - Studying at the table
Me and my flatmate O are sitting at the kitchen table studying. We find that we have an assignment due soon in 2 parts, 600 words and 300 words. O lends me his work so I can use it as a reference, I open it up on my laptop using a program called 'Note Taker Pretender v9.0'. There are coloured tabs (red, yellow, etc) that separate the various sections of his assignment.

Dream 2 - Bathrooms everywhere
So there is a large room where there is a bunch of people in. It's quite gray and dull, there's a lot of doors that I know lead to various bathrooms. I decide to use one, and the one I go to has 3 people sitting on a bench in it. One of these people is J, a girl I knew from my residential hall. I ask them to leave so I can use the room and they comply. I close the door behind them and lock it.

#37
Dream Fragments.

Didn't remember anything except EXAMS, and that manifested into my dreams last night somehow. Super stressful, had a knot in my stomach the whole night.

I was at an enormous yard sale for video games. It was set up on the town square. The organizer of the event was this tiny little chubby guy with blonde hair and a mustache. He appeared to be in his late forties. He was very animated. He was telling me about what sort of video games were good. I remember him as saying, "Once you've played Batman, you'll never want to play dumb Superman again".

At that point, I like saw Superman wearing his normal outfit, but it had the red-and-white-spider-web motif that Spider Man's suit has. He was in a triumphant pose and about to blast off into the sky.

Then I noticed there was a trampoline standing nearby, so I got on it and started jumping. Then I just randomly leaped off it and landed on my stomach and laid completely still. I wasn't hurt, but the little video game guy got REALLY scared and thought I had seriously injured myself or even died. He started crying and he ran over to where I was lying. I got up and showed him I wasn't hurt. He was sooooooo relieved. He gave me a great big tearful hug. He only came up to like my waist.

My mother had a baby, and I was so proud of it. Yaay, I'm a brother!!

I bought a sort of zither thing which you played with a bow. I paid for it with money I had cut out of the local newspaper, which printed money in every issue.

Weird men were walking around in giant copper mechanical gorilla suits.

There was this strange man with binoculars strapped to his eyes who loved to watch the old lady across the street use the bathroom. He even had the GPS coordinates for her toilet. The pervert.

September 21, 2014

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I was in a bathroom of some sort... When I was washing my hands, I realized there was no water. A woman came in to wash her hands, too, but when I told her there was no hot water, she left.

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Thursday morning, 2 October 2014.

A Big Fly Crawls From a Small Pipe and Bites Me

Dream # 17,454-02.

I am in the bathroom of my current real-life home. I recall I need to replace a tap spindle because the shower’s hot water does not turn off completely. (In reality, the spindle threads had worn; the handle turned without tightening.)

I focus on an area near the ceiling where a small pipe capped with a bolt juts diagonally downward. (The feature does not exist in reality.)

Something undetermined inside the pipe, seemingly alive, is slowly pushing out the bolt. It turns out to be an unnaturally big green bottle fly doing this. It emerges after it pushes the bolt out. (There is no backstory implying how it got inside the pipe.)

The fly painfully bites the middle of my right forearm, which I assume may be fatal. Without emotion (because of dream state intuition), I sit at the foot of our bed to wait for Zsuzsanna.

An unfamiliar man of about 40 (this dream’s protoconsciousness) sits in our lounge room. I do not perceive him as an intruder. I think he might be here to help me with either the plumbing or my presumed medical emergency (even though such an immediate response would be impossible in reality), but he does not react.

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Upon waking, I realized my dream’s pain was an exaggeration of “pins and needles” caused by uncomfortably sleeping on my right arm. (I often sleep on my left side, unlike here.)

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A life form emerging from somewhere, especially an enclosed area, correlates with my anticipation of exiting the dream state. It is as simple as that.

The fly (somatosensory anticipation from neuronal energies increasing) emerges from the pipe (REM atonia decreasing through spinal neurons).

There is an additional association with achieving arm and hand mobility and strength because I swat at annoying flies in real life. My dream’s beginning exemplifies REM atonia by focusing on a tap handle unresponsive to a hand tightening it.

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If you still do not understand dream content causality, review the following:

I am uncomfortably sleeping on my right arm. REM atonia (natural immobility while sleeping) is also a factor here.

The dream state responds to this by presenting a situation where using my right arm (to tighten a tap) is infeasible.

Spinal (to the upper end of the “pipe”) motor neurons (“buzzing fly”) increase my awareness of my wrongful sleeping position until pain (“fatal” fly bite) becomes the predominant focus.

Sitting at the foot of our bed in the last scene demonstrates metacognition as a precursor to wakefulness.

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