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* This day was more complicated. I went late to bed after some cups of wine...

.../It's night and I'm running around a stadium. There's strange people around. I see a fake taxi getting too close. I decide to go back. In the way I find some wooden toy wagons. I want to try to finish the round riding one of those. It moves fine, although I go in another direction because of it's fun to turn it with my thought. I end inside a supermarket at the end of an irregular queue. I get to a better position in the queue, close to the cash register. The guy behind me doesn't like what I did and he's decided to tell the cashier to take me out of the queue. He points at me while asks the other people if they saw what I did. I'm feeling a little bit embarrassed, although I will try not to pay attention to him...

* The importance about this dream is that I'm starting to make connections between the dreamscapes from other dreams which took place in the same "city". I didn't realize until now, that I could build some sort of map of the whole city which could help me to move better when I get lucid and don't know "where to go".

* After waking up from that dream, I tried to WILD, lying on my side with my arms in front of me, due to some times the dream started when I was lying in the same position although looking at my arms very clear.

.../I'm lying on the sofa when I feel one tooth moving out from its place. I wake up and go to the bathroom. I want to rinse my mouth out. I feel the blood starting to flow. When I get into the bathroom I see the window is open and an old friend of mine, a black cat who lived in the creepy lady's house, is there. I want to turn on the light, although I can't push the switch correctly due to the rush. I try it once more but this time I don't find the switch in the middle of the dark. I see the cat taking a walk inside the bath when I remember he used to do some nasty things to mark his territory. I don't want him to mark his territory on the laundry basket! So I gently tell him to go away, with some drops of water. He goes out through the window...

* Nap after work...

...driving in a highway...
...residual porn advertisement on the screen when I close a window...
...drops of water falling on a light-green and pink leaf...

.../my oldest daughter, climbs on the furniture, jumps and fall on her knees. It makes a loud noise. I want to draw her attention...

.../I hear somebody getting into the house. I wake up and hear something on the floor has broken. I see one of its wooden planks is broken. I want to see how much is it broken. It's about to fall inside a hole beneath the floor. I hold it carefully and see how deep is the hole. It's not too deep. I'm interesting to explore there, but first I have to see who got in the house...

* Sometimes I dream about this place where we moved a couple of years ago.

April 24th, 2014 - I dreams I was pregnant, but single and unemployed. I was almost at full term and lived with my family in a small sea side town. I did not want the baby but could not abort because everyone else in my family was excited about it. I could not even talk about not wanting the baby because it would have appalled everyone in the small town. I was expected to be a good little dutiful mother even though I did not know where the father was. (In the dream I literally could not remember who the father of my child was at all). The dream ended with me going to give birth soon and I was emotionless and still conflicted about wanting the baby, even dreading it's arrival, while everyone else around me rejoiced.

April 25th, 2014 - I was male and a vampire with medium length white hair and wearing a long black trench coat. I lived in a small Medieval village that was surrounded by a thick stone wall. Outside the wall was a dense, maze-like forest filled with many nasty creatures like other vampires, werewolves, and demons, as well as normal forest animals. The wall was there to keep the other bad creatures out so they did not attack humans but I was allowed to sit on the roof tops of the villager's houses at night and drive away any infernal creature that tried to attack the people. In the morning, before the sun rose, the people would leave me jars of pig's blood, on their doorsteps, as payment. I slept during the day in an old gated cemetery just outside the town wall, which the forest was slowly overtaking. There was something in the dream that magic was normal in this world but forbidden in town because the blood of magic users would be specifically targeted by vampires and demons seeking to feed off of "powerful" blood.

April 23, 2014: I am rummaging through an attic filled with a multitude of stacked cardboard boxes and plastic bins of various shapes and sizes. They are sloppily and haphazardly stacked, and there are no markings to indicate their contents. I am looking for something, but I don’t know what. I am finding all manner of worthless things, such as used crumpled tissues.

Now I am outside on the front lawn of my ancestral home in *********, not far from the driveway leading to the garage. I can see past the driveway, a little way onto the lawn on the other side of the driveway. There is what appears to be a wounded or dead squirrel. A bit further away, there is an adult male golden retriever standing placidly. The squirrel is face down with its legs splayed and is not moving. A blackbird or crow lands right next to it and pecks at it a couple of times. The squirrel immediately comes alive and goes crazy. It runs around frantically, in a panic, and ends up biting the golden retriever severely in its right groin area and penis, and the dog begins to bleed profusely. Blood gets distributed all over the lawn as the dog runs on the property.

The dog ends up on the front lawn, and Lynne appears. She puts two fingers on the dogs right femoral artery and the horrendous, abnormally excessive arterial bleeding stops. Now there is a small dressing on the wound, and no apparent blood on the dog or the dressing, which is white and taped in place. Lynne builds a tent around the dog to shade and protect it. The dog is weak from anemia. The dogs owners (a man and a woman) walk up to us from the direction of ****** ***** Road. We tell them what happened and they disappear.

My dead (IRL) father is on the front lawn, very close to the house. Lynne, the dog, the tent and I are close to the street. A lawn sprinkler system comes on, but instead of water, it is spraying arcs of blood from the dog which has evidently seeped through the soil into the system of pipes. Dog blood is being sprayed everywhere by the gallon every second. I get sprayed with blood and am grossed out. I yell frantically to my father to shut off the sprinkler system. In opening my mouth to yell, I get a small quantity of aerosolized blood in my mouth, enough to taste it. I wake.

I haven't been keeping up with my dream journal this week cuz I've been kinda busy with homework, and honestly, being a bit lazy. I did keep notes, but I did notice a slight drop in my recall because I wasn't making entries properly. However, I got to top off the week with another lucid, so I'd say it was WERTH. Here's my dream from Tuesday.

I was in a strange water park which consisted of random slides and porcelain surfaces and tubs that were incredibly bouncy (the surfaces resembled the material the slides are made of in the picture). I was enjoying myself and possibly talking to someone as I slid around and bounced high into the air. At some point I obtained a large back of chips (the kind with multiple types individually wrapped inside the large bag), and I stumbled upon a hole with water flowing into it made of a similar material, so I slid down it with my chips. I ended up trapped in a chamber with bloodstains on the floor and walls with several other trapped people, who were apparently starving. Two grabbed me and pulled me to the wall, while the rest converged on the bag of chips and tore into them.

The dream skips a bit and I remember being on a sloped rocky hill, chasing "some villain" who resembled Loki. I could see his health bar in the corner of my "HUD," and he was poisoned and almost dead as I snuck up behind him, whittling his health down with the poison and my strikes. He eventually collapsed, and next I was looking down upon Summoner's Rift from League of Legends, as if I was playing, but I was also one of the characters. I was face-checking the brush at top lane when I was ambushed by Darius and Mundo. I don't remember the details, but I ended up killing both of them with a little health remaining.

There's a frozen lake with a hole in the center of the ice, and a school building at the bottom that's an exact duplicate of a building on land. As Dean, I'm remembering fighting Sam in this lake sometime in the past, when he was trying to stop me from taking something out of it - I'd been filling a canteen from something at the bottom of the lake. Now we've come back to that same lake, and I'm thinking out loud about the "misfortune" that "follows" people who steal from this place. I point out that we didn't take anything back then. Sam pulls out that canteen, revealing that he'd secretly kept it. There's blood inside it - I'd gathered it for him - and it's a neverending supply, so if he relies on that canteen, he doesn't need to take it from anyone else. But it's still cursed. So he says to me, I might as well go ahead and steal what I need from the lake; the misfortune has already been following us anyway.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a man talking to a woman just outside the door of a church, saying "What have you done to your hair?" He knew her in the past, but she's meeting him for the first time in her lifetime. I see images of him as one of six brothers who'd been cursed lifetimes ago. The images are like photos moving against a black background; he and his brothers give me an impression of being arrogant, self-centered, maybe not deliberately cruel but thoughtless, a vague association of violence. But the modern version of him had been very different, and I'm thinking about that change in him while I walk up my IRL street, into my IRL home, and start making tea. Standing over the stove, I'm thinking, "the debt has been paid" - the man suffering now has little in common with the brothers that the curse was originally placed on.

This one is a very crazy dream!


I was on a hill and there were pink flowers on the floor... and waterfalls on the sides. The sun was bright and then a panda came out... We played, we danced and we had fun!
I was going to the waterfall and i told that panda to stay. So as i was going to waterfall i've saw a knife, evil thingies came through my head
So.. i came there putting the knife in my pocket and said to panda... Hellooo my friend what should be your name? Oh! I've got an idea! What about.. Red Stomach???
And then we danced and suddenly sky became red... Trees bloody, flowers became roses with some deadly spikes on them and waterfalls were Bloodyfalls... Yeah! Blood came out of them.
My eyes became red and i put out the knife out of my pocket slicing panda's stomach it became bloody and then i stabbed him all over his body then kicking him and stomping on him then i was -ing!
It was really fucked up dream!

I’m just wondering about these dreams my ex has been having. Since the breakup, she’s told me twice that she has had a dream about me.

In the first one, she said that we were back in High School and I got a new blue car. And I went to a formal high school dance with her and afterwards we danced in the rain together, but there was another girl with us that she didn’t recognize who was also dancing in the rain.

In the second dream, she said the following, but I didn’t respond because I’m in my 3rd week of NC:
“I had a dream about you. You moved to this super weird house – the bathroom was connected to the garage and that was the only way to get in there. We were going to play this game of some sort. Like a sport or something. But then I ended up falling asleep outside on the grass and when I woke up you were mopping my head with a washcloth. And I was all confused and asking you what was going on, and you were just like, “I’m not going to tell you,” so I ran inside to the bathroom and there was blood everywhere. Like, my hair was dripping. It was quite gross. I don’t remember getting cleaned up but I did and then I was sitting with Kaitlyn {who is my sister, her ex-best friend, who was very much against our relationship} and she was very uncomfortable but she was still kind of nice. She asked me if I wanted candy and I said yes and she handed me an empty candy wrapper. Then you came back and we went to school. I remember seeing a kid I hadn’t seen in years… But I don’t remember who he was. Then we went to a concert. And that’s eat. Wait no. At one point I told my coworker Tony the Asian to call you for some reason. Now that’s it."

Any ideas as to what any of this means? Maybe it’s an insight into her subconscious….

I've just walked back into the McKittrick Hotel. It's the middle of the day, so the place is mostly closed, but there's a guy at the front desk who tells me the owner has died. I climb up a few flights of stairs and come to a room with an old glass bottle hanging on a rope from the doorknob, with a red liquid like blood inside. Hanging next to it there's a card with a series of about 10 questions about the purpose of your visit. One of the questions mentions Maximillian, and reading it, I realize that each question is a reference to a different riddle to solve or mission to carry out, each given by a different resident of the hotel. If a visitor has completed one of these riddles/missions but didn't have a chance to report back before the end of the night, the hotel will permit them to return during the day, to wrap up unfinished business.

1. I’m at ‘home’, and Rane comes up to me and asks me if I need anything from the store. I think about how I need pure pumpkin and mini chocolate chips. I try to find something to write it down on. There are brown strips and white squares of paper, but they’re all written on already. I go to the bottom of the brown stack and find a folded one with nothing on it.

My handwriting is near child-like, with all-capitals. After I underline it, I see that instead of writing my name, I wrote “TAKEN”.

A young guy comes in to hear what I need. I think he’s too young to go on his own and to pay for it, so I take out my card, but he shows me that he already has one. He was a bit heavyset with short, blond/brown hair.

-Gap-

We’re walking through the store. As I look through my wallet for my card, I realize…it’s not there. I quickly grab my buggy and start speedwalking away. The guy calls out to me but I ignore him.

I wade through a bunch of people with kids and carts loaded with Christmas items – trees and presents, as apparently there’s a contest going on. Some of them are complaining about me but I just focus on getting out of the store.

I’m standing at the bottom looking up the steps. There’s an older man sitting there, and he starts telling me about how people don’t make their salads with lemon right anymore. Instead of replying verbally, I start typing up my response on a typewriter-like keyboard, but a regular screen. It’s something about how it all boils down to laziness. I notice two typos but struggle to fix them.

Suddenly, a woman standing on the left gives me a knowing look and says ‘you’re blind, aren’t you?’. I stare at her blankly for a moment, but then go along with it. She takes the ‘computer’ from me and points out my typos. As she works on it, I try to read it from where I am, and she says ‘you’re looking the wrong way’. Perhaps she assumes I’m trying to look in the direction of the man, who's talking. I look a bit to the right of her into the bright yellow sun, as seen coming out of trees and such.

-Gap-

I’m walking away from the store. I get a certain distance away before I stop in place, as if I had a thought, or waiting for something.

A man calls out to me that I forgot my purse. I look over my shoulder and see my old black purse sitting on the ground.

I’m looking for a vehicle to leave, but remember that I didn’t have one, I could leave by….I don’t remember.

Inspiration: I forgot my card a few weeks ago when we headed out to the store. Lemon is a trigger in a memory palace, as is Christmas trees and presents. I'd been thinking about pure pumpkin and mini chocolate chips for a few days because I needed them. I recently switched from a black purse I used for a long time to a new brown one.

2. Lying on a bed side by side with another girl. She gets something on her hand and points it out. We get up and see that there’s a light blood stain on the sheets under where I was lying. I deny that it’s from me, because I don’t have blood on me anywhere.

I’m wearing a dress with a built-in bra, but am still wearing one underneath it, and don’t take it off to sleep.

Inspiration: I'm thinking the 'Triad' dream sparked off a whole set of F/F dreams. XD

3. A shower is halfway full of water as I go to step in, and I see that there’s a floating pair of men’s underwear. As I carefully pick it up, I see that it’s stained. Wrinkling my nose, I put it on the side of the tub out of the way.

4. I remember a fragment where I was in a building and people were talking past. I waded into them to get to the wall, and carefully went around a wood section when the way was clear. I believe a guy came to help me.

The guy is crushing on me, it’s almost stalker level. He asks me to listen to a music CD he made.

-Gap-

I get into his bag and find the disc labeled 3&4 with notes under each section. I confess to him that I did it and that I loved the songs.

5. I’m sitting on my grandma’s porch talking to a man who’s sitting in a chair across from me. I say something about 'something being in my memory palace'.

“Whose memory palace?” The man replies, and as I go to answer “mine”, he points next to me. I look over to see Sherlock Holmes (BBC) sitting there.

Inspiration: Recently did an interview about my mind palace and mentioned Sherlock.

6. A diamond in my ring is missing, someone says they can fix it? I know there was more to this but my trigger probably wasn’t enough.

Notes:

I am really excited to try adding/accessing my memory palace while within a dream. Imagine how much easier it’d be to just add things from within a dream here and there, than to have to lay there and remember the dreams all at once. Only thing is with that I might not be able to note the time, unless I still wake up – I could add the time then.

Or what if I put stuff in my memory palace to access for when I’m in dreams? Like TotM, things to try, a storyline, character, etc that I want to incubate...

Dream
Nightmare
False Awakening
Notes

Last night was strange. I think I had a false awakening and was close to lucidity before that. I had plenty of dreams but the important one was early in the night.

I was standing on train tracks in a snowy area. There was a train stopped on the tracks to mi right. At first, I thought I was seeing myself in third person but I discovered it was a clone or something of me. He had camera equipment and was yelling "It's not gonna happen!" to a group of people. I knew they were getting ready to film me while I was lucid. I realized this but didn't think it was true because my clone kept saying "you're awake! Look!" My view changed and I was staying at the TV in my GF's room, laying in bed. The vision was cloudy and the TV was off. I then re-appeared in my 'dream'. I did a reality check: Looked at my hands. At first, it was difficult but I managed to do it. My hands looked stockier and bigger than usual and were a dark color, as if they were burned or scorched. I kept looking at my hands but my clone kept saying "You can't do it, you're already awake! You're thinking this!" I was still looking at my hands when the world around me started shaking uncontrollably until I woke up.

In my next dream, I was in my room looking down at my rat, Juanita. She was out of her cage, under my chair. I noticed something red in her left eye and when she turned her face, her eye had been torn off. She was oozing blood and I suspected one of the other rats did it. I yelled something and ended up waking up, agitated.

16.11.2013 2/4

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Eu estava em Nárnia junto com Aslam e haviam uns caras maus. Um deles parecia com o Quilge Opie do Bleach e parecia ser o líder. Ela fazia um corte profundo na garganta do Aslam e ele sangrava muito.

Original entry dated June 9th, 2002:

We were in a city. The architecture reminded me of something designed by Tim Burton, or maybe Jhonan Vasquez. Very tall, black, and spiky. The atmosphere was blackish red.
In the city there were human survivors, but it was being overrun by these tall icky greyish aliens. Think maybe a cross between one of those things from "ALIENS" and a vampire-fish, and you're starting to get the right idea. Anyway, we (the humans) had this thing we could do, by concentrating really hard as a group we could create a field all around us so that they could not see us, as long as we remained completely quiet. This was REALLY important. So we were holed up in our little cave, concentrating really hard on being invisible, when our scout came back, and the dumbass was being really loud, so of course the aliens found us. I don't remember much after that, and then I think it changed into another dream, but before it did there was a lot of blood.
I had another dream I think along similar lines, but there were big-wheels involved, like the kind I used to ride when I was a little kid. It was weird. I've had other nightmares but don't remember those.

Hey, an entry that's in (relative) real-time!

I dreamed I was in my childhood home in Canada, during one of the more pleasant times. I'm in our living room with the fuzzy carpet, and I think I'm shifting between current me and the child me that would be appropriate during that time, i.e. I'd be my full adult height, but there was a moment when I'm scaling the couch like it was the Wall of Ice like I was 9 again.

I think either my mother or father was there, or some other parental figure that lent a sense of safety, though I never saw who it was. I just knew they were there. Either way, I suddenly am eating a plate of something sweet that I knew I really like, though the contents of it were not immediately made clear. As far as I could tell, they are solid, possibly some sort of baked bread treat? Doesn't matter, really, since I'm just happily enjoying the--

Oh my God FUCK jumping spider.

So, context: I'm usually cool with most creatures, but if a spider is in MY house, then they are the agents of Devil-Satan and pump not blood like you and me, but disease-filled goo that will permanently infect your home as a final act of fuck-you should you attempt to kill them. Again, no leap of logic here, but learning about spiders with R that same night probably caused them to haunt my dreams; but of all the much more pleasant things I could have dreamed about, my brain decided "No, it's gonna be spiders, because middle finger."

ANYWAYS, the spider is about the size of my palm, and is slightly more slender than a wolf spider. This type of spider is also translucent white with hints of red in their core, and Dream Knowledge tells me that not only do they drink blood, they'll turn completely red from it. They actually remind me a little of the Wraith Spiders from the Neverwinter Nights game, and this particular one wants my goddamned food.

I make a tactical retreat, but the spider follows me, and that parental figure is nowhere to be found. I go past the kitchen, into the formal dining room, get turned around, and head back to the living room again; another one of those Wraith Spiders is waiting for me. Fuck.

The new spider leaps up towards my plate, and I instinctively use my right hand to slap it away. I could feel and hear the impact, and was a bit like slapping a plastic spider toy away. The spider goes flying, but I know that now, aside from my food, it also craves revenge. Luckily, this sequence ends before I get my comeuppance.

Dream two was less spider-y, but much more vague and less memorable. As far as I can recall, I seem to be in an office setting, but I don't work at wherever this office is. Not sure why or what I'm doing there, but I woke up before I could do whatever it was I was going to do.

8.29.2013

3 ... political groups or beliefs. Town. heroes.

Really bloody battle in a school. There is a group of students making a difference. There was one guy whose eyes were gouged. I saw a building ruined. Dystopian mood. The students were looking at the aftermath of the bloody battle. A hero was hiding below the building. They heard him sing?

Hospital. Engineering building?

9:29 A.M.

I’m looking for something on the porch (at an old residence), it turns out to be a green cord hanging down from the roof - I can just see the end of it and I need it. Mom tells me not to try and get it but I imply that I have before. She climbs up on the wood railing. I stabilize her waist and end up lifting her as she grabs the cord. She’s impressed as I help her down. (She’s nearly double my weight IWL.)

I’m moving with a group around an empty house. We stop here and there to fight monsters. It’s like a haunted house only in the daytime. A few times one of the team, a girl, offers blood by cutting her palm and dripping it onto the wooden floor to make the monsters come. I keep talking about what some of the places are/their story, because apparently I used to live in this house. I think there was a guy or two involved in the story. There’s a hushed feeling and sense of expectation.

The last scene is on a small porch in the back. I remember seeing grass outside of it grown a few inches, and there was another porch to the left. It looks too small to be what I remember it as.

The girl asks me what I’m doing, and I say I want more monsters. More bloodletting here?

Inspirations: The last porch comes from the previous dream, I think I remember that it was supposed to be used as a room (possibly the fancy wooded one). Climbing the first porch railing probably comes from me climbing the kitchen counter to get something out of the cabinet. The green cord must come from the Christmas lights mom showed me yesterday. Monsters come from gaming. Wonder if I should add ‘old residences’ back to my dream signs list.

Notes:

Woke up happy that I remembered more than the day before, and felt like I had gotten better sleep. (Of course, now I feel like crud. XP)

Emotions: Hushed and expectant atmosphere.