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Dream #1

It was night. I was outside some kind of large building that was shaped like a coliseum but looked more like a modern church or office complex. The walls were glass up through the bottom half of the building. The top half of the building was concrete. The building seemed to be circular.

I was separated by the building by some kind of big lawn and possibly a road. The lawn had a slope down and then a slope back up, at the top of which was the building. I ran down the slope and then across some kind of road.

On the other side of the road was something like yellow tape. I had to cross under the tape.

At some point in time I realized that my brother had gotten a ticket for a Smashing Pumpkins concert, which was taking place in the large building. I had been too slow in getting tickets, and now the event was all sold out.

Somewhere I could sense that there was a huge line of people waiting to head into the building. It seemed to be on a side of the building pretty widely separated from where I was.

I then had a conversation with some man who I couldn't see, and who may not even have been there at all. I was telling him that I actually didn't want to go to the Smashing Pumpkins concert, and that I wasn't looking for a ticket to get into the show. I especially didn't want to wait in line. I explained to the man that I was heading to the building for some other reason.

Dream #2

I was looking at some kind of art work or map or ancient illustration. It was scrawly and full of line-figures and stick-figures, like some of the artwork of Pascale Marthine Tayou.

The more I looked at the art work, the more I came to understand that it was a story about a brother and sister in an Asian royal family.

The brother and sister were in a grove of what I may have thought of as "lime trees," though the fruit of the trees was actually small and yellow, like miniature lemons. The trees were all pretty small, maybe ten feet tall, very trim, and set in very ordered, square plots with a grid or maze of dirt paths between the plots.

The sister was older, maybe eleven or twelve years old. She wore a very traditional looking kimono or robe made of silk and colored yellow and green. She may also have worn some kind of white headdress that rose up high from her forehead. The brother was younger and may have actually been wearing a modern, pale blue polo shirt and pale grey shorts.

The brother and sister were playing a game of hide and seek in the grove of trees. It may have been more like a chasing game than a game of hide and seek. But underlying this game there was some sort of intrigue. The little brother was being made ready for some large responsiblity. But the older sister was trying to keep the brother down, hold him back from the honorable duty.

I now saw the scroll of scrawly drawings again. The grove was there, though somehow the garden now looked more like a radish patch. Radishes may have been visible, as if they were represented as growing above the ground.

I then saw a column of hieroglyphs, with something that looked like a ladder drawn beside it. I may have thought of the hieroglyphs as Egyptian, although there was one glyph of a rabbit's head that looked more like a Mayan (?) glyph.

My eyes scanned up the column of glyphs very closely, and before I knew it, I was climbing up the scrawly ladder drawing beside the glyphs. I kept climbing up and up, trying to discern in the glyphs the story of the brother and sister.

I now looked down. I was incredibly high in the air, far above the garden, which was real again. Below me on the ladder were some of my family members, possibly including my brother, who was right behind me.

The ladder felt very shaky. I thought I was going to fall off of it. The people on the ladder below me may have expressed their need to support me so I didn't fall off the ladder.

Dream #3

I was out on the balcony of some enormous building which was like an office complex and an apartment building combined. The balcony spiraled around the building. It was a concrete ramp, and it kind of reminds me now of the Guggenheim museum.

Off to the side of the ramp were entrances to exhibit-like spaces which were actually offices or working spaces. I may have walked into one of these spaces at one point. I may have realized that this whole building was some kind of huge complex for gifted thinkers.

I was back out on the balcony. The balcony still spiraled, but instead of spiraling along the outside of the building, it seemed to be spiraling along some kind of interior, like the building was o-shaped, with the inside open to the sky, and the balcony running along the inside of the "o" in an upward spiral.

I lay down on my stomach on some kind of concrete bench that allowed me to look down to the next level of the building. I saw a man and a woman walking out of one of the working spaces. This working space had automatic, sliding-glass doors.

As the man and woman walked through the doors, I heard a woman behind and above me tell her male companion, "Oh, look. There they go. Probably on their way to make some kind of huge takeover."

I understood from this that the man and woman were known as financial geniuses. The woman behind me was assuming, with admiration, that the man and woman had been in the working space plotting some kind of huge corporate buyout that would end up being wildly successful. However, I had a feeling that this assumption wasn't true, and that the man and woman were kind of sick of people always assuming this kind of stuff about them.

On a bench tiered down from my bench, a very good-looking man lay on his stomach. He was white, with bronze-tanned skin, curly, red-blonde hair, and blue eyes. He was tall and slimly muscular. He wore khaki shorts and no shirt.

The man was thinking about me. I could read his mind. He was thinking something like, "Well, he's at it again, observing everybody and coming up with insights." But I didn't feel like this was true. I felt like I was just kind of hanging out. And it kind of irked me that people always had to think I was having all these insights. (?????)

The man was attracted to me. He actually thought he could sneak up and lay down beside me on my bench. For some reason I now had a blanket on me as well. He actually came up onto my bench and lay down under my blanket. He then got up as if he were going to lay down right on me. We were both in just our underwear.

I was suddenly feeling really attracted to this guy. This surprised me, since I'm not gay, but it didn't bother me at all. I actually liked the idea. I thought that I might just roll over onto my back so that the guy could lay on me and we could be face to face. I figured that he could rub against me and that we could get each other off that way while we were both still in our underwear.

But the guy didn't give me enough time. He lay on me while I was still on my stomach. So he was on my back. But he lay on me so that we were back to back. That seemed kind of awkward to me. Then, suddenly, the man's body began to kind of evaporate. The man's whole body began to sink into my body. The man eventually vanished into me entirely.

(I believe that at this point I woke up, or went into a semi-waking state. As I lay there I thought, Well, I guess the man's spirit has possessed my body. Oh, well. The thought that the man's spirit had possessed me seemed more interesting than worrying.)

Dream #4

I was walking through some kind of complex at night. It was like a shopping complex mixed with a park and a university campus. There was some kind of event going on there. It may have been something like a convention for psychic people.

I may now have been walking quickly or even running through some maze-like concrete path between a bunch of small mounds of lawny grass. As I was doing this, I was hearing or remembering some story about a young man who had been psychic and had had to go through some series of struggles because of his abilities.

I now saw some weird kind of room under one of the mounds of lawny grass. It was visible through a glass or plexiglass wall. It was a very small room, lit with gentle light. It had two black, leather chairs that looked like dentists' chairs.

Above the room was a sign. The sign looked like the sign for a haunted-house-type ride for an amusement park. The sign was just one long word, which I'm pretty sure began with "A," but which meant something like "phantasmagoria."

I turned around and walked around the right side of this room and lawn-mound. I found a young, black man sitting in a weird seat that was somehow connected to the room. The man looked like he may have been in college. But he also had some grey hair. He was overweight, and he wore kind of thick glasses. He had a gentle, smiling demeanor.

The seat was like a combination between an auditorium desk and some kind of fake race-car seat for an arcade game. But it was also surrounded by a concrete-and-plexiglass structure. Also, around the seat were black, plastic surfaces that could be pushed down a little bit, almost like the fronts for garbage cans in fast food restaurants.

The man "told" me, probably through telepathy, about a story he was writing for his college class. It was about a Jewish man who wanted to play on the football team at his college. But the rest of the team was black men. The black men just bullied the Jewish man in all kinds of ways. But the Jewish man kept working hard, and eventually he became a successful member of the football team.

The man got up and walked away as he "told" me that his teacher and his classmates really hated the story. They all said there was no way it could be successful. And he was really afraid it would get a bad grade.

The man, who may not even have been nearby anymore, "told" me, "Nobody wants to see a black man write a story about a Jewish man who succeeds despite black people's efforts to make him fail. All they want to see is stories about black people struggling against mean white people. But I'm sticking to my story."

I walked around the strange seat the man had been sitting in. I may have pressed down on some of the black surfaces. But I then thought to the room. The seat seemed to be connected to the room by some kind of passageway set into the concrete of the walkways, like some kind of trench or indentation.

But I didn't like the thought of taking the walkway into the room. I didn't seem to feel certain that I would actually see the room if I went that way. So I decided to walk up the mound of lawn instead. I figured that once I got up to the top of the mound I could look down into the room and see into it that way, as if the room had no ceiling.

Dream #5

I was in some small apartment, which was my family's house. I was sat on some kind of mat or towel. The mat was set in front of and just a couple meters away from the front door.

A group of kids, one of whom may have been one of my nephews, also stood on the mat, to my right. There were probably three kids. These kids were all getting ready to rehearse a dance they were going to perform for some kind of show like American Idol.

The kids were apparently very good. The person who was training them was actually some kind of important person for the show. He was serious about training the kids to develop their potential so they could win. I was pretty impressed by the kids when I realized this situation.

The man was now there, and he was probably standing with a parent, possibly even my mother. They both stood right before the door.

Another kid now came into the apartment. He was a little, skinny, black boy. He wore a dull-gold jacket, like a Starter jacket for the 49ers. He was extremely late. He obviously felt a little bad about being late, but he was trying not to show it. He made some kind of threatening dance move right in front of the other kids and then seemed to walk off somewhere else.

The boy's father now walked into the apartment. He was kind of tall, a little on th heavy side. He also wore a dull gold Starter jacket. He had a little stubble, some of which was grey. The kids didn't really like the boy, and it seemed pretty obvious that the adults didn't like the father. The father stood off to the right side of the room.

I was a little annoyed that everybody else was just letting the father feel shoved off to the side. So I stood up and walked up to him. I shook his hand and patted him on the back. He and I exchanged some words in a mild tone of voice. He seemed to feel like I cared about him, so I went back to sitting on the mat.

One of the kids ended up pointing over to a group of pictures hung up on the wall in something like a hallway off to our left. I now seemed to be surrounded by my nephews and niece. We all went over to the pictures.

My oldest nephew seemed to be identified somehow with my niece, who is the youngest in the group of siblings. Some of the pictures had signs connected with them. The signs were green and had yellow lettering. They kind of looked like bumper stickers.

I asked my nephew/niece if she could read some of the words on the signs. For some reason I thought I should have him/her look away from the signs. Then I had him/her look back to the wall. I asked him/her, "Now can you find a word with double-letters in it?"

I was thinking of a sign that had the word "express" in it. So the double-letters I was hoping my nephew/niece would locate were "ss." My nephew/niece was now in my arms. I held him/her up close to the wall, right in front of the sign with the word "express" in it.

It seemed to be difficult for my nephew/niece to find the word I was referring to. But I knew that my nephew/niece would eventually find the word.

However, I then wondered about this challenge. I wondered why it would be impressive if my nephew proved himself able to find the word. My nephew was pretty old. He should be able to read. I would actually have to be worried if he couldn't find the word. It was something he should absolutely know by this time. And he probably should have been able to find the word by now.

I actually began to wonder if my nephew was actually the age he was. I may actually also have begun to question whether I was holding my nephew or my niece. I figured that if I was holding my niece, that would make a lot more sense. My niece was a lot younger. This kind of challenge might make more sense for someone her age.

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09.04.2011

"OM" Meditation to Astral Project (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was walking outdoors. It was sunny and warm. I was in a different city where I currently live. It was a city made out of buildings on about 4-5 stories each. The buildings were red, dark read brick colored.

I remember a street that was going uphill. The street had stairs and buildings on each side. There was a big taller building in front of me. I met with a gal who kissed me a few times. I was going to this building for some psychic convention or something. I was excited. On my way I found some made up friends until I made it to the building.

I entered the building. There was large walk-in refrigerators and some showers at the bottom. I knew I was going to spend there several hours, so I took a shower. I decided to eat something. I opened one of this refrigerators, made out of stainless steel. Inside, I found a big chocolate cake, a lava cake and some muffings. I did not feel like eating sweet, but I had no other choice.

After eating, we were going to do some group meditation. It was probably a, "OM"session. We were attempting to Astral Project. I think I was the only one who was actually succeeding. I started to feel my body numb and I felt some vibrations (they were not like real vibrations while I try to AP, but dreamed ones) I was feeling my wedding ring too heavy on my finger and it was disturbing me to AP. I told by telepathy to other psychic to remove my ring. She did slowly, but for some reason I said something I cannot recall and lost focus. The lady said,"I felt very bad while I was holding your wedding ring and you said that."

I ended the meditation session. Now I was in a room where the ceiling, walls and floors were made out of wood. The room was pretty empty and I decided to leave. I walked through this home and I felt someone was looking for me. I decided to check my hands when I saw one of my fingers was broken.

I turned lucid. I flew away breaking up the window as usual. It was partially cloudy and I was in downtown. The buildings were very high and most were black. The dream was pretty stable so I decided what to do.

I recalled the Tasks of the Month, but they were done already so nothing. I also recalled I never missed a task of the month so I was good there. I recalled several Tasks of the Year, but I passed, I did not feel like doing them. I decided to put my thoughts in order and plan a few things I needed to do work related and metaphysically related. (Too bad I forgot to attempt to jump to the Astral Plane from the Dream Plane... oh well) I stood floating without doing anything "dream related" for several minutes. After while, I spotted a huge dog on the top of a building. I flew to the dog and started to pet it. It was a Boxer, but it was huge, about 5 feet tall.

I also spotted another dog in other building, so I flew to it and played with him for a while until I lost lucidity. I saw a giraffe, but it was all gray and it had huge elephant ears. When I approached it, it was more like a rhino. It trampled me and pushed me out to some sort of garbage disposal. A female employee pushed the button of a small door that said, "Not animals" It was a yellow sign with a black cow on it. I started to get sucked by something and flew away to the interior of the building.

I realized I was still dreaming. I found my wife who was afraid of something. We went to the top of the building and told her we were in a dream. I told her she was probably going to forget the dream, but that I wanted to try anyway. My wife was acting like if she had waking limitation and vulnerabilities. I told her we could do whatever we liked as we were dreaming. I proved jumping very high, but she was not convinced. I also explained to her that everything in the dream was also material and touchable. I punched a car and made a hole in the door. I told her that even I could do something I could not on waking, the car had some resistance and did not vanish.

07.04.2011

I assassinate the assassin, find some flowers and catch a ghost (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was going to a big building that had a bar on the top of it. I needed to go to that bar to complete a compliance audit. That building was well populated with assassins. I was worried that some assassin would spawn from somewhere to try to kill me. The cash I was going to receive was worth the risk. I told to myself that I was good at sensing energies, so I would be able to detect the assassin before he stabbed on my back.

I entered an elevator. All walls were made out of steel. It was a very old school elevator. The ceiling of the elevator was like a regular home, white ceiling. There was a small hole on the ceiling, but it was just a few inches wide.

I started to realize that an assassin could get through the hole and I was trapped in the elevator. I realized as it was a dream, the assassin could shrink and then grow back. I told to myself to not think in an assassin otherwise, one would probably spawn. I tried to focus in reaching the top floor.

The elevator's door opened and I had a big bar in front of me as I was expecting. It was as big as a cinema. Where the screen was supposed to be, there was the actual bartender with the drinks. All the remaining area, had cinema seats. I was going to seat next to a guy. The place was pretty crowded. I could see a couple of 40'' TVs that where showing a Boxing fight. When I was about to seat down, a guy told me, "Don't seat here or he will get mad" I realized it might be the seat of a mob or something. I sat somewhere else. I took a few photos and tried to leave.

A guy told me that if an assassin would spot me leaving while the boxing fight did not end, he was going to kill me. I left the area and there was no elevator. I started to walk down the stairs. The entire building was made out of iron. I found a room that looked alike some storage room. I helped the guy with a few boxes and left.

I was now at the street. I saw an assassin who looked pissed at me. I told the assassin I just needed to wait for a friend. He told me to wait there and not leave. The assassin ran to a far away car, so I decided to run like ever and get the hell out of there. The assassin spotted me and he outran me. He had a sword on his hand and started to hit me with it. I felt like he was cutting my neck, but it did not hurt.

I had one of my huge knives from work (for Serrano Ham) and one tiny (for the machengo cheeses) I decided to keep hidden the big knife. I fought the assassin with the little knife. The assassin got confused for a second and I stabbed him with the big knife. I repeated several times until the assassin was no more.

I saw a few more people running at me. I was worried they would be more assassins. I started to walk home as I did not remember where my car was. I crossed a forest, a river and I got to the Hwy 805. I felt I was far from home, but I had no other chance but walk. I attempted to fly with success. I found funny I could fly in waking life.

For some reason, I re-spawned at the top of a huge building. The sky was very blue and the building was huge. I turned lucid because I realized that I got there magically. I jumped out of the building and started to fly to make it stable. However, the dream was pretty good and I remembered I needed to find a bouquet of flowers. I saw a few of them by the windows of the building, so I picked up one. It had mainly roses and some weird brown flowers. Basic completed. I took flight again and threw the flowers away.

While I was enjoying the flight, I lost vision. I could feel the wind on my face, the sound of the freeway (wtf) and the smell of the sea. I suddenly felt double consciousness and started to wake up. I increased the speed of the flight and entered the ocean. After a while, I decided to exit the ocean. I had my vision back.

It was night now and I was flying over a huge town. All the building where very tall and the imaginary was very dark. There was no moon. I could hear some crowded city noises from the far distance. I enjoyed the tranquility of the sky at night. Suddenly, I saw something over a building, shaped like the Empire State. There was a human shape, but about 8 feet tall and with more than one arm. It was invisible but I could see the imaginary blurry behind it.

I saw this thing was eating souls of some sort. I realized it was a ghost. He was pulling stuff from the Empire State Building, but it was like ghostly stuff, because the building itself never became damaged. I felt he was a threat so I wanted to capture it. I also remembered it was the advanced task of the month.

I decided to crease a PSI Ball. I was sure that as I was dreaming, I could make it visible. I did within seconds. A second later, the ghost was surrounded by my PSI Ball and it was trapped. I made the PSI Ball smaller. I could see how the ghost was also smaller, trying to get out without success. I made it vanish.

I lost lucidity at some point and I decided to go to a beach. I saw some wild animals that were attacking humans. I saw a couple of wild-boards, a tiger and a walrus walking (wtf!!) I also got to some tiny boat that I owned in the dream, but it was rocking extremely hard. Harder that if there was an earthquake. The sea was nuts.

Something else happened with me and a copy of me that was like a sculpture of ice.

March 19, 2011
Lucid Dream 201: What Lurks Below...
Series: Mind of a Gamer, Episode 3
around 11:00am
DILD

Category - Action


I was with a team of random DCs in a large abandoned facility. I was the leader of the team and I had split us up into two groups of three. One group searched the floor we were on and the other (my group) was to take the elevator to the bottom floor. The elevator was like a massive cargo elevator. Me, another guy, and a female wearing glasses and a baseball hat stepped into the elevator. I pressed the button and the doors began to close. Suddenly the female unexpectedly kicks/shoves the guy out of the elevator before the door closes. I reached for my pistol, but it wasn't there. The female had removed her glasses and hat. She was now pointing my gun at me and I realized why she had looked familiar. It was Annette Birkin (from Resident Evil 2). I thought, "Shit! Now what am I going to do." She seemed to understand what I was thinking. She smiled and said, "And now...you help me get my husbands research." I asked her why she couldn't just get it herself and she told me, "You will see soon enough." As the elevator began to slow down, water started pouring in from the bottom of the elevator. The water was up to my knees before the elevator stopped moving and the door opened.

I a short hallway that lead to an all too familiar door (which was half submerged in water). I knew what was behind it, and I thought of a plan. I opened the door and entered into a very large circular room. The entire room was flooded and I was standing on a metal walkway that wrapped around the entire room. I looked at Annette and said, "Follow me...closely." I took off running and noticed a pair of fins approaching. I made it to the closest door and entered as two sharks leapt out of the water and attempted to eat us. We were now in a smaller flooded room. I noticed several smaller sharks swimming around (about 2 foot in length). I hopped up on some floating debris and suddenly became lucid for no apparent reason. I began hopping around on the floating debris as the sharks leapt out of the water and snapped at my legs. Annette had found the suitcase containing the G-Virus kit in a floating dresser. I then leapt into the air and glided back to the door. I opened it up and we exited back into the circular room. As soon as I closed the door a shark jumped up out of the water. I jumped up to meet it, ripped out one of its teeth, and then split its stomach open. Tons of sharks swarmed and started a feeding frenzy on the freshly gutted beast. We ran to the nearest door and entered.

There was no water in the room. It contained a staircase that descended several flights. Once we reached the bottom, there was another door. We entered and found ourselves in department store. There was a holding tank on the far left that house a massive shark. It was neptune from Resident Evil. There seemed to be no one in the store but the two of us. I walked around for a bit until I heard the sound of glass shattering. I looked out toward the direction of the noise and saw a horde of zombies running at us. Suddenly, people came popping out from behind shelves, clothing racks, etc. They all had guns, swords, baseball bats, etc. I battled along with them. I grabbed a mop and began rocking some zombie head. I impaled one zombie through the mouth with the mop and then yanked its head off. After the horde was defeated, I noticed that the leader of these survivors was Michael Jordan and Lebron James.

I thought, "Well, I suppose it makes sense that two of the most athletic people would be able to avoid death by zombie. I talked to them and asked them how they got here. They had lead a group of 22 people into the department store to wait it out for help that never came. There were only 11 of them left. Lebron showed me his stomach which had several bleeding claw marks. I asked if the zombies got him and he told me it happened before we got there. He fought and killed a Hunter that had broken in with his bare hands. I yelled at Anette to bring the anti-virus from her kit. She refused, I laughed and said, "You just wrote your ticket to hell." I noticed she was standing in front of the shark tank. I imagined the scene from the RE Remake and the shark began slamming into the glass. Annette attempted to run away, but I flew over to her and tossed her back in front of the tank. The shark burst through and chomped her clean in half. Her top half was trying ti crawl away, when the shark flopped up and bit off her head. It managed to finish the rest of her off, before MJ put a bullet in its brain. I picked up the suitcase that she had dropped and gave Lebron the anti-virus. I heard shattered glass again, and another horde of zombies entered the store. I awoke while fighting off the zombies.

Wow, 3 lucids in a row involving Resident Evil elements and zombies .

Series Details
With the dream series, "Mind of a Gamer," the gaming world and the dreaming world collide to produce a lucid paradise. Read as I take video game scenarios to the next level. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

3/7-8. 12. 8. Going through a covered walkway. Feels like a line to a ride kind of. I look into a piece of glass, it’s a window, but there’s nothing inside, and see a reflection of Ed, Edd, and Eddy. Edd is talking about something. Then it’s a CoD/ Metal of Honor kind of war training. Something about the gun magazine. Then dodging enemy gunfire.

At Universal Studios. Pass by an old looking part of the park. Sit on a bench. Glee people are there and sing a song (feels like that on vid of the people singing Bad Romance acapella). Then a building falls so I go over to help and dig 2 people out. One is an old man

Fighting Rift baddies. Then I’m on an iTunes-like site and DL Bad Romance. I think about putting my iPod of shuffle so I can hear it

835. In some older looking hotel. Hilarious British skits. In an elevator and when it goes up and stops you jump or something like that. I think a guy was scared so that’s why it was funny. Then in a room with an orange color to it. Some guys that look like Fred and George Weasley are showing me questions from a math test they took. They had the most hilarious answers to the questions. Some answers were so vague that they were right, and some were questions they missed because they had been misread, but were hilarious. Woke up actually laughing

I'm not sure if there was the thumb, but this is pretty much how it looked. Mind you, I was laughing hard at this

05.03.2011

Furious Red Balls, Museum, and Snow (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Log: Unknown Saturday, March 4-5th, 2011

Hours: Unknown Alarm: None Audio: None

Thisw as a really long, and eventfull dream. I love dreams that have a storyline. The very first feeling of the dream, before i knew where i was or even saw anyhting was that of a college dorm room, that of ancient origin. As the dream started, i was in an old building. It was intricate and perfectly crafted, it was amazing. Something, although i am unsure of what, was gong on. All of the sudden, red and white ping pong sixed bals started vilolently raining down from above me. Either they were coming out of the ceiling, or the roof was open and they were coming from the sky. It was somehwta like a hardship, but at the smae time it was somewhat of a game. I was ducking. and at one point i stuck my head in a little nook or cranny and then finally decided to go into the trap door that lead to a deeper level in the building. I went in, and now i was in a room with some of my relatives and it was a museum-like setting. It was very ancient civilization, but that of sophistication. I was in awe over the amount and quality of the artifacts around me, it was inspiring. I saw a giant eisel and went over to it. It was somewhat of a giant coloring book. I looked through it and it was filled with designs of clothes and they were brilliant. They were very old, and i pointed out to people that thedate on the book was 1702.
shortly after, we all decided it was time to go, so we went out the door and walked outside. There was a highway looking rod, covered in snow, but the sun was shining. We had to, in order to get where we were going, slide on the snow on our knees. So i got on my knees and started doing it really well, other people were using their arms to help support them but i didn't need to. I was really proud of myself and i was oging really fast. I got to the end after passing everyone up. There, a young girl and a young boy were there next to eachother. They were todlers. The girl was extremely cute. The boy kissed her, it was cute, and they were smiling and giggling. I was laughing. Then it was over.

3/2-3. 1. Town and Country? Heather Xxxx?

610. Sara Xxxx sends me a text of a friend and her. One person has pants over their arms and the other on their legs, but the people are connected. Looks really funny. Then at some homes in Riverside. Poor looking kind of, just unkempt. Large field next to them. Small fires along the fence line and the people are very scared. Then I’m at Riverside station 1, except it’s in a different area of down, by the Victorian homes? Xxxx there. The whole city is laid out differently. We then go on a tour of the station. Mxxxxx and Jxxxxx there. Then we’re getting off an engine like we were driving around. Saw a few buildings. As we’re getting off, we’re told that there’s a training burn that’s going to happen. Get off and we’re watching another academy throw ladders, inside. I look to the side, the parking lot(?), and something is missing (not sure what, but that’s how I felt). One guy almost drops a 35’er. Outside now and Mxxxxx and I leave to go check out the training burn, but I have to go to the bathroom first. Go into what I thought was the bathroom, but looks like a restaurant. People look at me weird. Building for training burn is on fire. People are panicking. Everyone running toward it. Some guy is up on a ramp and falls off. I go to his aid and check his pulse, don’t think I feel anything. Another guy tries to log roll him, but I didn’t have C-spine yet and told the guy to stop. Guy rolls anyway. Guy that fell says he’s fine and gets up. Then march to Fraizer Park (diff location). On the way, Mrs. Xxxxxx is stabbed with a flag that someone threw. She’s find and no bleeding and is miffed. I call 911. I ask to tell the operator the location and he says he doesn’t need it. It’s dusk and the building implodes. Not in park. Dark and fireworks are going off. Look of city looks like NYC with lights and stuff. Erik Xxxxxxxxxx there and taking photos. I take a few also. Then it’s day and I watch Theresa’s video

Looking out bedroom window. See something going on, robbing? Breaking into my house? Run to the bathroom and call 911. Tell them someone’s breaking into my house. Cops show up super fast. Robbers apprehended, but they say they’re not. Cops interview them. Then they take me across the street and interview me. More details but can’t remember

Outside of a building. Something about being on a jury. A class? Dan Xxxxx is next to me. A lot more but can’t remember

2/18-19. 430. Near the hospital and church, but the hospital isn’t there, night The building next to it looks different and is more like an office building, multi story also. Some business lady is outside of it. See some light smoke coming from the front door. Get closer to it and then realize there’s a fire (can’t see fire). I call 9-1-1, but I’m not even getting a dial tone, like the line is out. Call Captain Xxxx to tell him, but same thing with his cell number. Then I’m at home talking to mom about it. Dark in our house. Point that the fire is west (would actually be north). Mom says to try calling again. Call 9-1-1, doesn’t work, then call Xxxx, no dice. Realize that I’ve been annoying and they won’t want to talk to me (What? Haha)

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

I tried the Iso tone again. I tried to WILD, but I have a sore throat (the result of a cold) and couldn't stay still. WBTB also failed me, unfortunately.

I'm at a small town. I don't remember who, but a man is telling me the government has collapsed, and that the people will go out of control. I assure him that it's a nice town, and the people are smart enough to know rioting won't help them. We pass an old white two-story house. My friend –who I think was Joel– next to me says it had been destroyed once, then it was rebuilt. I think to myself, if it were rebuilt, then it's no longer an old building.
I'm now inside the building. Jennifer Aniston and a man who looks remarkably like Chuck Norris are sitting on a single mattress on the bare floor. The man is saying very romantic things to her. She seems eventually won over, and then he asks her to marry him. When he asks this, he sounds very pathetic and desperate. She obviously is unimpressed. She gets up and walks away. Before she gets to the door, the man stops her and tells her how the house is worth millions, and that they're both rich. She agrees to marry him.
I think to myself that it would be an empty marriage she was only in for the money.

The second dream was just a few fragments. I'm at my friend's old house. He also has his friend over. I had just bought a new G Shock digital watch. I press the button to turn on the lights. Unlike a normal watch, the lights come out of four lights on the sides. I have the watches hands. They glow in the dark, and they need to be screwed in somehow. I notice a black screw I could use, but I'm nervous I'll break the watch.

I don't know how well WILDing will go tonight. A sore through really screws with concentration, plus I have to constantly swallow.

My Notes
Non-lucid
Lucid
Awake

Okay, so this is my first DJ update in months. All my previous entries are archived at mattbrox.co.nr. There are 101 entries in there I believe. It's password protected, so to view an entry just add /"dream number" to view that dream. I've noticed in the months I haven't kept track of my dreams, that every night I would always remember at least 1 dream. I've just yesterday (the date this was added) began to start lucid dreaming again, and this time I'm going to try to WILD.

My first dream was very brief; all I remember is being in a large shopping centre, and a dark-skinned lady gave me a cooked piece of meat. I was incredibly thankful to her in an attempt to be polite.

The second dream was mostly just fragments. I remember being with my friend, Joel. We were walking toward a large building with roman architecture. The inside was completely large, long and empty. It contained a large red rug stretching across the floor. At the end of the rug were some small steps that led to a room. We went into that room, and as I passed I brushed my hand against a strange dragon figure that had been carved into the wall. As I brushed it I marvelled at the roman architecture.
I don't remember much about the inside of the room, only it was dark and that there game rooms in there which made me slightly nostalgic. After the rooms I remember being outside. The grass was dying, and there were rusty roller-coaster tracks going in and out of the building. One of the tracks was yellow.
Underneath the were two people: Simon Pegg and a random DC. Simon was saying something about how new expansions to the building would upset the community.
Me, Joel and Nick Frost were next to a grey building that was also deteriorating. In the distance we could see the building I'd just left. The yellow roller-coaster rail seemed to be flinging about, and Simon and the DC were arguing. We all shrugged it off. One of us had called them something nasty, but I don't remember what.

I awoke to the sound of my alarm. I'm using a free phone app (not iPhone) called LucidWeaver, and it has an alarm which wakes me up and then turns itself off. I remember when WILDing you need to stay completely still, so I did. I was comfortable because I was still in my sleeping position. I remembered all the tips and just lay there. I began to feel a slight numbness sweep over me. After about 5 or so minutes my phone went off again. It wouldn't stop, so I was forced to turn it off manually. I was annoyed to find that I had accidently set the normal alarm on before I'd gone to bed.

Better luck tonight I suppose.

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
Another dream involving a library...

I was in a small room. This room was part of a library, and had a ceiling of normal height, and dark, ruddy brown walls with white trim. The lighting was dim, as if someone had put a few sheets of tissue paper over the single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. It was also slightly yellowish, which was unusual.

Against the walls, there were tall shelves of books. These shelves were fairly antique-looking, and were made of reddish brown wood that had been polished. They were scuffed up here and there, but overall they were fairly nice bookshelves that, if they were real, I'd have wanted to take home with me. The books were lined up normally and on a slightly tilt against the inside of the bookshelves; most of them were teen and adolescent novels with thicker spines. I pulled one out, and on the atmospheric cover there was a moon and a black wolf. The wolf was almost cartoony and was looking up at the moon, standing in a flat of grass.

I opened the book and read some text, which I forget. The text size was normal, probably around 10 or 11 point, while the book itself had around 300 pages.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED
1:00 GMT

Stabbed to gain control over fear and pain
I am in some apartment building apparently coming out of my cousin’s home. She has something weird about her look, like dyed hair or extreme make-up. She goes downstairs but I feel more interested in following a corridor that seems to connect to a different partof the building or even a twin building. I then have fun exploring these connections - I go from corridor to corridor, explore different levels by taking the stairs sometimes. Every block is of a different colour or has different tiles on the wall, but it’s getting boring so I try to look for an exit.I’m a bit lucid. I look at a map on the wall, trying to locate myself, when some guy offers his help and tells me to just follow him. I do so and he leads me out. Outside, it’s a city street, looks like London and he meets a bunch of friends he was with before. They are making plans for next steps and they divide in two groups. I stick with the guy’s group, a small one – 2 guys and a girl. I don’t know where they are taking me. A bit further down, when we’re around some ugly buildings of a bad neighbourhood, the guy draws a knife and he wants to stab me in my belly. I am aware it’s a dream, but still, I shriek at the thought of feeling a knife slashing my flesh. They say “Don’t be afraid!” and I’m like “What’s wrong with you?” So just when they are about to stab me I say “Sorry, I don't want to be stabbed, I’m going to wake up!”. I wake up but I still had a brief moment when I could feel the knife cutting through my flesh. I felt discomfort and I was awake for a while...
When I go back to sleep I am again in the same city and they are still around waiting for me. What the hell? I felt like I was going through a Freddy Krueger’s nightmarish type of thing. I ran away, I zig zagged between buildings, trying to lose them. I laid low behind a building and a concrete wall, where people threw garbage and I lost lucidity for a few moments. I got distracted with all the clothes and bags perfectly good that were thrown away. I am considering taking them with me to give away to people who need it, but suddenly I see my chasers about to find me and I instantly get back to the action. I run again but eventually they cut my way through, as they knew a shortcut through some tunnel. They grab my arms and the guy is once again about to stab me and he swears “It won’t hurt!”. I first thought he was just being psychotic, but now I have this clear feeling they were also lucid dreamers or some dream beings who were just testing me and trying to teach me something. Their attitude changed slightly when I opened myself to them. The guy said to me “It only hurts if you believe so. I’m telling you it won’t hurt if you don’t give in to fear.” Oh, so that was it? I was still a bit afraid, I was actually already feeling the pain again, just by thinking of it, so I told him ”OK, but let me do it to myself. And can I stab my leg instead? Just to try?” “OK”, he said. So I stabbed my leg and I was amazed that it felt like stabbing styrofoam. I could feel it buried in the flesh but it didn’t hurt. I was starting to lose fear and thinking about stabbing myself a bit more (lol). They smiled at me and simply left.

Female robot and androids
I am now free to do whatever. I look around and I am in some industrial park or similar. I see a huge robot-like metallic structure rising above the houses and go check it from a safe distance, because it starts to move its arms. Below it and around are people watching some demonstration of its functioning. It’s made of hollow metallic tubes that shape it slightly into a female form and some of this tubes are then channelled to some interface where half a dozen women are plugged in, apparently controlling or feeding this robot. The creator of this machine is explaining how it works and what it does, but then all the focus goes to one of these females who detaches from the interface. I find out these are not real women, but androids. Lots of flashes in her direction, reporters asking questions and the inventor says she can even speak Russian. He ask if any Russian speaking is around and some guy points to a girl by my side, but in the middle of the crowd we get mixed up and they bring me closer to the android. I say there’s been a mistake, I can’t speak Russian, it was some other girl, but the android lady is looking at me totally interested. She seems to think I am lying and she is processing that information and trying to figure out my intentions. She says she wants to meet me and asks me for my contact. I don’t recall even handing her over my contact, but I see her adding my email and name to her processor/brain – like if she just extracted it from my mind and I was reading the info on her eyes as she was processing it. Then she turned away and left, followed by a sea of curious people and reporters.

Office scene
I remember maybe it’s time to meditate a bit, but I can’t find peace, there’s just too much going on and I can’t make it still. Then I think about dropping a visit to Nighthawk’s dreams. I am now in a corridor with doors to offices. I see elevators and decide using one as a portal, but every time I try to get into one, someone holds the door and enters. I even try to do it with some suit guy by my side looking at me like I’m crazy, but it doesn’t work ‘cause he totally distracts me. I give up on elevators and try to use the office doors instead. The problem is they have glass windows and I can see the other side, so I have once again difficulties in making appear a different world on the other side, because I keep seeing the people working inside the office. When I open the door, it is still an office. Oh well... I just look around, checking every person on each cubicle. Mostly very young people. It’s a nice office, light coloured wood furniture, glass walls, lots of light. I go to the end of it and I find a window to a square interior patio, with view to all floors. I notice the building’s decoration is quite nice and then I see a corridor through which the company’s CEO, a tall slim lady in her 40’s, is coming in my direction. She sees me there and asks me what I think of the place. I say it’s nice and I like the carpets on the hallway. She invites me for a drink in her office and we sit and talk there for a while.

4.50 GMT

Lottery
Just recall my mom had a good prize in the lottery and I clearly recall the numbers. Will suggest her to make a bet

6:30 GMT

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream probably spanned twenty minutes, and nothing was fragmented or cut up. More stuff probably happened, but I can't remember the details.

I was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, on a pretty barren landscape made of rocky terrain. There were a few single-lane asphalt roads going here and there, but no cars. It was clearly daytime, because the sky was light blue and the sun was shining (although it didn't cast a glare or cause me to squint). In the middle of this land, there was a large construction framework for an incomplete building. There were thin sheets of metal between some of the beams to create "walls".

In horizontal sections of the framework, there were planes of wood drilled into place to act as platforms to walk on. These larger pieces of wood were light in color, but rather thick so they wouldn't snap when someone was to walk on them. The whole structure must have been four or five stories tall, and at least seventy feet high.

First I was on the top of the structure, sitting with my legs hanging off a steel beam, looking down onto the ground. I had a chocolate coin in my hand that I was multiplying using non-lucid dream control. I'd curl my palm around it, look away into the sky, and then look back at my palm, which I would then uncurl. There were now two coins. I did this a few different times and ended up with five or six. I didn't feel the thickness of the coins in my hand grow each time a new one appeared, which logically should've happened. I looked down at the ground, which was now darker and had a more brownish hue than before, and held my hand out, watching the coins fall as I let them go. They disappeared when they got to the ground, as if the distance between the top of the framework and the earth was more than it should've been, so much that one could no longer see them falling. But I still knew the distance was less than a hundred feet.

I got up, balancing on the beam without feeling any sort of wobbliness or issues with weight distribution, and kicked off the beam, flying into the air. I only got four or five feet out from the side of the framework, although I used much more force and should have gotten at least twenty feet out. My dreams tend to do that - I exert powerful force on something to push away, but I only get so far away from that thing. I landed within a matter of seconds, not feeling wind or air rushing past me as I fell, and recoiled slightly. Once I recovered and stood fully upright again, I looked around me and saw people walking around. There was now a smooth concrete sidewalk going around the perimeter of the framework, and a rectangular, modern-looking pool just a few feet away from it. There were also big glass windows in between some of the steel beams now. It looked almost like a house, except it didn't really have walls. I saw some people walking around, one holding a huge crab that looked like it was either inflated, or made of rubber. I took a slight interest in this, but ultimately ignored it.

"Where's the restroom?" I suddenly asked out loud, but not shouting. No particular reason as to why I said that. Someone who was just walking past me said, "to the up", but even though it didn't make any sense, I interpreted it as "to the right". I turned to the left, strangely enough, and saw a metallic door. It was positioned in a large glass window between two vertical beams. I saw a sink and a white cubicle inside (I've rarely seen a normal restroom in my dreams, just public cubicles). I opened the door and walked in; the walls were now solid, made of stony, tan-colored brick. There were no longer glass walls or steel beams, but it looked almost like a gross, decrepit restroom. "Yuck," I exclaimed, looking down at the floor. It was hard, grey carpet that looked pretty gummed-up.

I turned to the sink, on the left side of the room. It was a basic white sink that came out of the wall, and only had one stainless steel tap instead of two. Without testing it, I knew that it only gave out cold water. "This place sucks!"

That was when I turned around and opened the door. Outside, I was now in a city. To make things less normal, though, my dream had actually put me on the third or fourth story of a building. I'd just stepped out into a balcony with no railings. I looked down and saw busy streets with multiple lanes and strange, distorted-looking cars that drove in opposite directions in the lanes. The balcony I was on was at least twenty feet long, but only three or four feet wide - barely enough room to be able to walk without feeling like you're going to fall off the edge. I saw my mom walk out the same door, which was now twice as tall as it was before. She was holding a book, Of Mice and Men. The cover, without closer observation, looked like it had a large tree or shrub and a riverbank. I knew it was that novel.

"I'm hoping you've finished this book!" she told me, a little angry.

"Duh!" I said, stung.

"Okay, let me make sure. Finish this quote off for me..."

And then she read out some random quote, that seemed in the context of the novel. I just can't remember exactly what it was.

"Are you kidding me?!" I said to her, "I didn't have a lifetime to memorize each quote in the book!"

"Yes you did," she said.

"I've had enough of this." I turned around and walked away (heading towards nothing but the end of the balcony), but I heard quick steps behind me, becoming louder and louder. Within an instant, my mom was behind me. She picked me up by the collar of my shirt, throwing me into the traffic. I was no longer on a balcony a few stories higher than the streets, but I was on the ground level. I ended up on the road and saw a big semi coming towards me. I became somewhat lucid just as the dream ended, but I didn't use any powers or anything to stop the massive truck. Instead, I just curled up.

Then I woke up.

Despite the ending, I wouldn't count this as a nightmare, because there was no fear, only emotionless thoughts like in a normal dream.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:00 GMT

Painting in group
With some people working on something, split in groups of 4 people. We’re preparing paints – each group prepares 2 colours but we’ll all share it. Each group has to make a painting, but for that first we need to agree on the subject and then somehow combine each individual style. I picture it won’t be easy. I notice a very interesting girl and also a guy, whose profiles are just amazing and I propose we paint their profile portraits. But my proposal is totally ignored and my 3 colleagues are already sketching something totally different for which they didn’t even ask my opinion. But they were the majority, so I let them. It wasn’t till I actually see the drawing that I got really disappointed. It was some drawing of a hill with trees and houses, but very badly drawn, like the guy who did it had no talent whatsoever to drawing. I decide to go to toilet.
I then realise we’re on my late grandma’s house. I feel her presence very strongly and I say out loud that I miss her. For a brief moment I was lucid, but then I simply went to pee. I noticed in the end that there was no bathroom door and I felt surprised that this doesn’t disturb me at all although there are these people around in the house. Then a brief moment of lucidity again. One guy just passes by, tells me something all smiley and goes meet the other guys on the living room. I hear the others joking about a potential romance between us two and I feel they are totally deluded.

Feeling insecure on a park
After the previous events, I’m on the exterior and I sense it might be in London or in Brussels. I’m near a park and looking for a spot to plant some seeds. I walk over some brick wall, I step on some leaf covered ground, but don’t like any spot. Then I see a tall iron gate entrance for a more reserved area and decide to take a peek. It leads to some alley but then I see two guys approaching with a suspicious look, seeming interested that I’m walking that way, so I give up on my intent and just go around this area.
Later at night I come back to this place, this time with company and also there are more people actually going across this alley, so I feel safer. Strangely, I conclude this alley is home of many homeless people, which gives it still a bit of sinister feeling. But then I stumble on my own wallet on the floor – I hadn’t even missed it! I check it and all documents and money are there. I am surprised that being so afraid of people’s intentions on this area, not one of them had taken my wallet – of course they could have not seen it, but I felt they simply didn’t want to pick it up.

Brussels and parkour
With my BF and it’s definitely in Brussels. We only have one day there so I ask him what he wishes to visit. I suggest taking a tram to the Africa Museum, because the tour to get there is already very nice, but then we can visit the beautiful park around it. But then he mentions he hasn’t even seen the city centre and I agree he should do that.
Later I’m (we’re?) watching a parkour competition. The contesters have to climb and do their tricks up and down a very narrow and tall building, very art nouveau, with lots of structures on the façade. I am delighted watching the skilled people competing and say to a friend I would definitely love to learn to do this. Then a fat girl from the group I am with surprises me by also competing. I think “if she can do it, why shouldn’t I?”

6:40 GMT