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Between July-August 2018

1st one I was driving a car towards my grandparents town. I’m sitting next to a woman talking something about lucidity when I ask my self if it’s not a dream already, I realize the feeling! I jump out of the car and start walking to a purple building close to the road. I see a blue colored butterfly while walking there, I want to explore some but I start to lose sensibility of my legs dream fade out until I wake up.

2nd one was a couple of days after, it was after an anxious dream where I have to find sort of Bus station in the old city where I used to live. I’m walking on a street next to a river. The street is at a higher level, around 20 m high. I can see the river shore from above. I’m afraid to fall down when all of the sudden came the idea if it’s a dream! i realize the feeling, I decide to jump down. Nice fall. When I reach the ground, I notice I’ve changed my shape to a sort of mixture between a Gorilla and a Yeti. I see I have white hairs. I run four legged for a while, it’s nice to feel it again I was running that way until I woke up

OK, so I had this dream today, about a cat, similar to Burger from the ''Angry Cat Video'', Orange Tabby.


Basically, I went to this house, and this is the second time this house has appeared in my dreams. And my sister, who is a lesbian, and her fiancee were there, so were my cousins, the cat was clinging to me, and it actually felt like a centipede, rather than the normal claws in. It was quite an angry cat, that I was scared of the other ones, but apparently they were friendly cats.

Yesterday, because of my Tourettes, I was actually meowing like an angry cat, possible realization of my Animal Nature? As a furry, I always thought I had Wolf in me. Now I feel like I have cat like qualities.

The route to the house was scary as well, I have Lepidopterophobia, or Mottephobia, a fear of Moths and Butterflies, so I had to take a safe way to the route to the house as there were some Moths and Butterflies on the route to the house.

Anyways, does this reveal my spirit animal as a cat, or half cat half wolf?

#12

This is an image of the Blue Fairy from Pinocchio

Don't worry, nothing sexual happens in this one~

This began in the parking lot outside from the last apartment place I was at. There were bags of food and for some reason I wanted to take some with me as a fly. I had white butterfly like wings and I was naked as well. Once I grabbed a couple bags which seemed to only contain loafs of bread, I headed off.

I glided across the sky looking below me at the scenery quite like the over-worlds in a lot of video games, roleplaying games, more specifically. I went over a forest and then over towns. I could remember creating some kind of hologram-futuristic radar by forming the edges of the square shape with my two fingers. I could see the layout of the area I was in and I ended up typing in "zoophilia" into the search bar. It brought up a little white house icon on the map and the direction I would have to go to get there.

The bags of food were long gone *disappeared* and I headed to the house. I flew over an urban looking area and watched a black-city man walking by me, completely not noticing me flying overhead. I then arrived at some sort of waterfall. There was a dam type mechanic (that didn't work because the water was still flowing over to the other side) and according to the map, the place I wanted to be at was in some weird crevice where the water from the top crashed to the bottom. I landed on top of the roof that apparently could be easily pulled over like tape to paper.

I did so and found a man in his older ages laying on a bed underneath. Sun reached into his direction as he grunted a bit, slowly opening his eyes. He looked at me with a scowling expression, "What do you want...?"

MobianAngel: "I came because-"

Old Man: "Whatever you want I'm sorry but we're out of business.."

MobianAngel: "I came for the zoo-"

Before I could finish the word zoophilia the man's eyes shot open. "What did you say? Oh really! OMG that's amazing! We got to get you signed up now! Come with me~"

I then began to hover following the excited man down a street. While walking I waved my hand around and magically put on a long blue dress. The blue fairy came into my mind while in the midst of changing. I then arrived at a building, I'm assuming some sort of porn industry building, with the man as we both walked in. We arrived at a glass window. The man went into the room behind it as I watched a woman on the other sides sitting in an office chair with a black furred dog beside her as it seemed she was getting interview for becoming a new porn actress. Not to be the stereotyper but she was tall, with long blond hair, skinny with bright blue eyes, the typical look of most women who work for the industry.

The dog then came by the window as his tail brushed up against my nose, similar with people's experiences with cats. The bristles of the fur sent tingles throughout my body as I immediately flew into the other room through the glass as if a gentle wind blew the seeds off a dandelion. I felt so light and free as opposed to the many dreams I had where I felt clunky and stiff when I tried to fly. I perched lightly ontop of a desk fan in the room.

One nerdy looking guy looked at me with amaze, I guess for the fact that I could fly. I began to apologize repeatedly for just entering their area and stated that it was just instinct. I got down and went back out to the other side of the window as I watched the old man talk to someone about getting codes to the registration forms for me to sign. I then woke up.

Notes: (More to come | I'm too lazy atm to write my interpretation)

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• Date — 1/29/2016

• Went to bed — Around like...12 - something PM (Another nap dream)

• Woke up — 3:00PM

*Time logged — 4:36PM

• Total sleep — +2 Hours

• Stress level throughout the day — Pretty good

• Techniques/Practices

*Daytime — Did RCs

*Recall — N/A

*Inducing Method — N/A

• Dream Signs — The Obvious

• Perceived Length — 30 Mintues

• Emotions — Happy

• Awareness — None

Morning of August 7, 2015. Friday.



This was an atypical extraordinary dream that was quite long and exhausting. I can only relate some scenes as much of it was abstract.

In one part of my dream, my wife Zsuzsanna (though at a much younger age before we met) seemed to be oddly played by the role of a white female; actress Mary Beth McDonough. After a time, she is more like a composite. As most people have learned over time from my extensive online journal, it is ludicrous that anyone other than the dreamer could associate or “interpret” anything in his or her dream. The idea is so preposterous (not to mention disturbing) that I could fill an entire book with how wrong this concept is. In fact, this tiny little facet of just one dream proves that.

No one but me could possibly relate why this dream facet manifested. It is because of one minor association between my wife and Mary Beth McDonough that only I could know, that being the deer symbol. This is because both my wife and her had photographs taken of feeding and petting a deer around the same age, and that is obviously the first thing that comes to mind for me.

No one but me could decode the next scene, either. Over time, I am concerned about this character’s safety. Her “parents” (though they seem completely unfamiliar) talk to me about her future and for a time, it almost seems as if I am the father. The male is dressed as in the painting “My Father Was Big As A Tree” from 1955 and does not remove his hat.

Something happens to where her fake father seems to be causing her trouble or preventing her spiritual growth by preaching some form of skewed Christianity. She sits on the couch with her arms folded much of the time. I begin to develop a special discernment that I cannot call lucidity, because I am not lucid. I tell the male that it is impossible for him to alter the destiny of a master since the patterns exist in the world itself. I become angry.

In this way as if noticing me as who I am for the first time (related to any faux back story), he seems to see me in a different light as I feel, for whatever reason, that I need to protect the actress (who is looking more like my wife-to-be). I feel an exhausting level of energy and blow out towards him as he shouts “Manny! Manny!” to his wife, and he transforms into a butterfly under my will as he escapes through the front open doorway of the unfamiliar residence. I expect him to not make it across the front yard.

“That girl was ta…” (thunder). Police cars take my schoolmate away. I want to live in the sky, away from humanity and those who so effortlessly prey on the innocent without remorse..and all the while playing the victim. I saw the signs and no one ever listened. No one ever does.

From here, I reach down and feel my left leg and notice it has transformed into a deer’s leg and I can clearly feel the foot. It seems very intriguing and vivid and I brush over the fur on my left leg. My wife is herself again and I am once again thankful that no other path would ever have given me life.

I then see myself in a painting where I am separated from humanity by a gulf that will always be reflected in “Alien Child” (as the original artist apparently saw himself). The painting “Alien Child” burns and so does “Hostile Butterflies”.

Only I know…

Date: 1/25/2015
Method: MILD, Mantra
Total Sleep time: 8 hours

All I remember is something about a butterfly...yeah, that's it.

No supps

DILD: The (forgotten) storyline continues and I plan to be back to this? place and hire a floating bed to do so. It's a beach environment though it later flows into a more canyon like place. I look at the guy to let him know I'm taking one of his beds also expecting to pay but he ignores me, decide for a really small one and then start to maneuver in the water. The place changes a bit, but I kind of assume to have just passed the desired location while I keep trying to navigate on the mini wooden bed as large waves hit me and take me deeper into the sea. I manage to move more towards the coast where it changes to a canyon like place. The colors are really bright and pleasant during the entire time and now it's like a canyon during an autumn afternoon.

My awareness goes up and I recall the bonus task: create a new song on an instrument that doesn't exist in waking life. I have some doubts about how exactly am about to proceed as I haven't really considered this during the day. At this moment two butterflies appear in front of me and I briefly fix them one next to each other thinking this will make for a perfect instrument. Now the only thing that's left is for me to start playing. After moving the glued double butterfly instrument around a bit (I think at this point it started making the drumming sound), I take the two butterflies apart and holding one in each hand, I start producing the song by methodically tapping with them the corners of an invisible frame. This results in perfect drumming sounds. I repeat this movement until the beat and melody is solidified in my mind and then allow for further beat variation. Happy to have completed the task I briefly think about the experience.

This seemed like the end of a long REM with nlds before that and at this point the dream dissolves, but I manage to switch to a different scene or deild?

It looks like I'm in a nicely furnished house located somewhere in the woods . I find myself in the kitchen and at that moment feel how the dream is slipping away. Can't quite come up with what to do here to be more active and engaged but I have the feeling and strong urge to throw a small nearby bottle against the wall. The (tabasco like) bottle breaks in pieces as it hits the wall and this weirdly enough provides me with a sense of stability. I turn around and see a larger jar of what looks like passata and casually drop it to the floor to watch how the glass breaks and the passata starts leaking out. I'm amazed with the accuracy of physics as this happens.

Nearby are a number of beautiful wooden drawers and I have a quick look to find some jewelry inside. It's pretty awesome but for some reason doesn't capture more interest from my side, so I close the drawer, looking around for something else. I go towards a darker corridor which coincides with another feel of the dream thinning. I decide not to go as far but stop midway in front of a beautiful wooden wardrobe.

This reminds me of another exploratory task and I decide to check what's inside. There are lots of clothes that give me the initial impression they belong to my mom. I browse through the clothes hoping to find something cool, but the one-many effects gets on them. Basically, most clothes start having the same blue purple colors and I am displeased at this lack of variety. I decide to give it another try by allowing the clothes to change when I close the wardrobe. I wait for a bit, trying not to think of the previous look of the clothes (which I do, but wait a bit more) and then open the wardrobe again. The result is a different set of clothes. There is a really cute pink shirt that seems my size. Though my intention was to simply browse through the clothes and see what my mind comes up with, I now have the desire to try this shirt and see how I look.

In the meantime, my thoughts about the clothes belonging to mom seem to have summoned her and now her DC is here making comments about the clothes. I can't quite recall our exact words, but I decide to play along telling her some confirmation about what she was asking about and find this utterly funny as I know it's just a dream and my comment is completely false. I continue with my dressing but first I have to undress. There is a mirror just to the side of the wardrobe where I see that I am wearing pink trousers that would nicely fit the highly desired dream shirt. And funnily, I don't realize as I am undressing myself that I am actually already wearing a pink shirt! The shirt gets stuck on my wrist where it's a bit tight and the dream soon ends.

Original entry dated April 13th, 2002:

My friends and I were battling giant robotic ponies in the mall. It was a sort of laser-tag type setup, only less fun and more deadly. Our foes looked like giant My Little Ponies with googly-eyes that shot lasers, so they were REEEEALLY creepy.

*THUD THUD THUD* "AAAH! GIANT ROBOTIC PONY! ...aww... it has a butterfly on its butt!"

In the battle all of us had skills, MUD-style, that we had to use and train to develop proficiency in. There was a kickass hoverbike with cannons on it that I couldn't ride because my Cycling skill was only at 20%. So instead I had a sorry-assed excuse for a pistol that did about as much damage as, say, a squirt-gun.

I don't remember the rest, I think the dream just sort of fizzled out, and then I had a really sad dream but I don't remember what it was abou

Original journal entry dated April 4th, 2002:

This time, my dream had some people in it I know - S and Sr. S was a nobleman who was a slight notch above a knight, and Sr was a monk. As the dream progressed they sort of lost their resemblances to either person, though, and became characters in their own rights.

Anyway, "S" had gone to the monastery to get some peace and quiet. He wasn't so much ill as stressed out. As he was walking through one of the fields he came across the monk, who was running around wearing butterfly wings and singing. He stopped to watch, puzzled by the strange sight, and the monk came up to him and started talking about how he wanted to communicate with the faeries. The monk had a Bible which was actually (and oddly) bound with the spirit of a demon. There was also a blue flower in the field that was a parasite, and grew so quickly and aggressively that it was strangling the others - this upset the noble/knight guy so every day he would go out into the field and try to hack the harmful plants up... it was a losing battle, though.

Anyway, he went into the monastery to go back to his chamber and was admonished by a monk for being so loud. He was then stopped by a messenger who had been sent by his wife, to tell him that she was arriving there the next day. The servant was a little worried about the Lady's sanity, and as for the nobleman himself, he said, "I believe she is quite looney".

The end of the dream was garbled, though - the Lady arrived, caused a lot of upset, and then through some sort of spell or ritual the nobleman or the butterfly-wing-wearing monk caused an earthquake - a chunk of the monastery that had been built to overhang the cliff fell into the sea, and unfortunately the Lady was in it at the time. And there was something about the demonic Bible, too, but like I said, the end was blurry.

Dream - Lucid

I was working on a Monday night 5-close, which was apparently a very slow night, at some registers that don't exist in the store IWL (they were in an area that looked similar to a store I worked at a few years ago). My friend Courtney called to ask if we had #2 Christmas tree poles (she didn't say poles but that's the closest thing I can think of). I said no, we only had #1 Christmas tree poles. She came into the store after that and purchased a Christmas tree pole...I guess we did have the one she was looking for. I thought about it, and the #1 poles were for huge trees, the #2 for smaller trees, and so on. She got some other stuff too. We talked a bit. When she left, I saw a flash of her at her family's house with half of the Christmas tree being broken off. She took the box with the pole out. I hoped that it would be the right thing.

I had a few customers, not many at all; it really was an excrutiatingly slow night. I sat on this couch that was there in the store by my register. There was a tall black guy there with dreads that went down a little past his shoulders. He said something to me, though I don't remember what. I think he was saying I was allowed to sit on the couch, or I should sit on the couch. I think he worked there.

I then was on break by a pond. It was an outdoor scene, but I don't think we were outside. The dirt around the pond was all a very dark brown. This guy that works with me (who gets on my last nerve IWL -_-), B, was also there. I was crouched down by the pond. I saw a small, beautiful black and white butterfly fluttering by the shore. It briefly landed on my finger, then kept fluttering around.

Then, hopping around on the shoreline, was a beautiful, small bird that I referred to as a finch, though I don't know that it really was one or not. It had white closer to the bottom of its body that slowly faded into a light, baby blue at the top of is body. It did not seem to be afraid of me. I held out my hand to it, and it wold come close, then hop back away. It never took flight, nor did it ever hop too far from my hand. I just kept holding my hand out there for it. I want to say I stroked its back. It was such a beautiful little bird; I was so intrigued by it! It really stood out against all the dark dirt and such.

Then, we had to go back to work. B. was there now with me as well. He had a small key chain hanging from his left pants pocket that looked just like the bird from the previous scene. I was concerned that B had killed the bird and made it into this small trinket. I asked him if that was the same bird, and he said no. I was still very skeptical.

We were then trying to close the store; it was 9 o'clock. Lindsey, a girl I also work with, was there trying to lock the doors. She commented on the people still in the store that didn't know we were closing. Of course, many people waited until the last minute to finish shopping and make their purchases; a line started to form at the customer service desk. I went to my register to try to flag people down to come through my line, but another cashier, a bigger girl, went to a register before I did and got some people. They then put me at a register at customer service, an area I haven't been trained at. But I did it anyway. A lady was trying to return some jewelry. I had to print some piece of paper off about it. I don't remember a whole lot of this part of the dream.

Then, I was by my original register, and I spotted a light brown wicker basket that contained a small blanket/cover, and a note. The note had some riddle/joke on it. I don't remember what it was, but the punch line was "Ham and eggs". I opened up the blanket, and there were a bunch of uncooked white eggs, chopped ham, and some bacon. I laughed a little at the joke.

The next day, I came in and the basket was still there, and little smell lines were coming off of it like they would in a cartoon to illustrate that the ham and eggs had gone bad. I examined them for a second, thought about how warm and gross they were probably getting, and I threw them away in a trash can. Someone then asked me about them, and I said I tossed them because they had the little lines over them.

I have had a few naps while attempting WILDs, only one was successful.

Non-lucid nap #1:

I was going into some sort of building, some other people was following me and there was soldier squad as well. There was talk while we was walking through corridors that every new creature we encounter gets numbered and that we should do something with that(don't remember much). At some point in the room we have encountered those 'new creatures', soldiers killed them with shotguns and we have added them to the numbered 'list'(can't remember how they looked, i think number was around 350'ish).
Then we went to another room, there was pool and bunch of creatures different from previous ones, they were pink skinny things, had no eyes, tentacles instead of mouth and they had 2 chicken-like, but meaty, legs. Soldiers shotgun'd those too and we have added them to the 'list' as well, one of creatures fell into pool while dying and exploded upon contact with water. After a while, everyone suddenly started dissipating and the dream ended.

Non-lucid nap #2:

I was in my room, watching something on the monitor, it was about discovery of the creatures #352, 353, 354, 355 and that they have lost contact with one of the teams(i guess my dreams were linked somehow). Then i went to different room and there was another video playing on monitor: basically there was a box with insects and such, and a bit of water. Miniature version of creature from previous dream was dropped into the box as well, it exploded after touching water and insects in the box started dissipating, dream ends.

WILD nap:

Starts with false awakening in my room, i immediately confirm that i am in dream due to stuff in the room being positioned completely differently. Mom was in the room and she was doing something with the windows. Suddenly part of the white window curtain separates and flies around like a butterfly! I look at it flying around for some time, and then suddenly mom asks: "Son?", in very very echoed deep voice. I try to respond: "What?", but apparently i can't manage to talk for some reason(probably because dream started fading). I attempt to stabilize it(should have done that earlier), but it's too late and i wake up.

NOTES: 100 countdown

I was with other people. I heard the term "predator" and "Lilith." Next episode? Talking about Lucifer or some demon of sorts. A fallen. A house on top of a hill. Summoning. There were white-flowered plants planted on another plant on the group. The flowers transformed into scary, dark colors and sharp leaves. A butterfly that's allergic to plants.

This dream had many of my common dream signs in it, and I finally used my lucidity for a really good cause.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m in my house, but it’s not the usual location or layout.I am in a house on a nearby street that leads up the hill to the top of theridge. The house is white, small, and has a wide front porch that is surroundedby an old metal railing.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the middle of the front porch is a toilet, the onlyfacility in the house. I walk up and use it just like I was sitting in myprivate bathroom, though I can see the street and people on it as they walk by.I even wave to one of my neighbors as she passes walking her dog. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]After using the toilet I walk out front of the house. Jen isgoing to use the toilet and she is upset that people can see her. I’m lookingat the house from the front and I actually can’t see her as the bamboo screenthat shields the house from the sun is rolled down, blocking my view. However,as I walk to the east side of the porch I finally see the trouble; the screendoesn’t cover the side of the porch, and anyone walking by could easily see thetoilet and anyone using it as they approach from that side of the house.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Waving my hands at Jen and telling her not to use the toiletuntil I find something to block the view, I run back up onto the porch. The first thing I find is a 6-foot long pieceof plywood. It’s wide enough that I can place it over the gap on the side ofthe porch and block the view. I even place my hands on my hips in asatisfactory manner, feeling like I solved the problem. Even then I knew itcould only be a temporary solution.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Shortly following my success I notice the air outside hasbecome chilly, and something in me tells me that it is winter. Jen wants me tohang some wreathes for the season, and I grab the biggest one to take outside.It is solidly made, probably a good four feet across, and considerably heavy.It hangs from some kind of hook though I can’t see it. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Jen wants me to hang it on the metal railing of the porch,just above the boxwoods, and I lean in to mount it. I notice that all thesurfaces are covered by ice, as though a recent ice storm coated everything ina layer of frozen precipitation. I reachup to brush off the ice with my glove and have to stop abruptly when I realizeI have knocked a Monarch butterfly out of the ice. It’s slightly frozen, butstill alive, and has landed on top of the bushes.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I reach to pick it up and as I hold it in my hand I becomelucid. The butterfly becomes even more intricate with detail and color thanbefore, and I stare dumbfounded at the super life-like visual. The poor creatureis struggling to get onto its legs and out of the frost, occasionally moving awing as it tries to recover.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I feel so sympathetic to this poor creature that I nearlykilled, and my first instinct is to hold it close to my body and breathe warmair over it. I know the heat of my breath can keep it from dying, and as I holdit close I start pouring my heart into it. I can feel waves of emotion leapingout of my chest, like a physical pressure, and as it fills the butterfly it beginsto flutter and shake with energy as though electrified.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I open my hands but it does not fly away. Instead it justsits there and gently flaps its wings every few seconds, as though trying outits body to make sure everything works. Some thought inside my mind fills mewith an overwhelming urge to take the butterfly swimming, despite the coldweather outside, and I walk with it in hand to the back yard. I walk right upto the edge of the in-ground pool and step in, water pouring over me and thebutterfly.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The splash is quite a shock, and as I surface I find thecreature is still in my hand. It seems just as fine as me, and I realize I wastesting our ability to breathe in the water. Like me, the butterfly is notaffected by water and can breathe just fine above or below the surface. This isthe first time I’ve ever encountered another dream entity that could share myabilities. I want to talk to it but I merely give it a smile and watch it flyoff.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I make myself dry and walk back into the house by way of arear bedroom with a sliding glass door. I know it belongs to my son, and forsome reason his floor is covered with dead and dry leaves. I’m a little upsetby this, how he always has a messy room, and my best guess is that he left theoutside door open for several days. I head to the front of the house, shufflingthrough leaves as I go, and I’m amazed that anyone in the house would choose tolive like this.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Out through the living room and past the porch potty I makemy way to the front steps. I encounter an annoying neighbor, or friend of a neighbor,and he seems to want to taunt me. He is a thin man with curly red hair perchedon top of his head. His chin is pointy and he wears a thick grey turtlenecksweater that doesn’t disguise his overly thin neck. I hate him immediately.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He begins telling me about a party going on down the streetthat I haven’t been invited to, and something about him being better because heknows the people. I reply that I do indeed know those people, they are myneighbor, and their daughter, Ctharlina (yes, I spelled that right, as it was in the dream), is in my daughter’s class at school. Hesays there’s no way my daughter can know theirs, she isn’t nearly old enough,and I have to point out to him that they’ve been going to school together nowfor three years. He scoffs and turns away as if scolded in public. I assume he’sjust some snooty guy from somewhere east, and I don’t give a shit about hisopinion.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And then I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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First, I was at my old house with my mom and another girl from school. I had a big fight with my mom.. we were at the table or something..

Then I was cycling to school with my brother.. We had to take a right turn.. then I suddenly raised myself above the road and I had to carry much weight.. I gave my brother a key or something to unlock the gate.. but I was there first so I opened the gate (the key was with me again somehow) and I showed a weird chemistry test from my brother to my old friends.. he had only 6 answers wrong..

Then I was in the office, me and my brother were doing something on the computer and I needed a better chair, but there wasn't a better one.. Then my dad locked my in the office.. I don't think my brother was there as well.. but it was suddenly full with water and I was trapped with one of my legs.. the other one was covered with grey eggs/seeds of a butterfly.. it felt really gross and weird.. then there came a demon (girl-demon with kind of orange hair.. she swam to me) and gave me some weird small stones.. I could throw them at the window, because my dad was outside.. so I did. He eventually came back and unlocked the door, just in time because the eggs were starting to hatch.. I ran to the door, and some butterflies already flew away.. they didn't all hatch though..
Then I woke up.

-Enteme-

Encounter with a Woman

I was in bed with a woman next to me. She was older, but sexy. Beside her on the other side of her was someone else, likely a man.

I started rubbing her back, nervous that she wouldn't like it, or that the person on the other side of her wouldn't like it. The woman ended up rolling over me to go to the bathroom.

She was wearing a white robe. As she rolled over, we were chest to chest. I was somehow able to feel her breast as she rolled over. It was not a bear cop, but I felt it better than if it were through a terry robe in waking life.

She went to the bathroom. After a minute, I went to the bathroom. As she came out, I wanted to spend a moment with her, but there were two kids that could possible see. I started to go through the bathroom door. I looked back and now there was a small hall with another door, so that we had privacy. In other words, she could pass through her door back to the bed room, and I could pass through the bathroom door, and go to the bathroom. Until then, we were both in this hall way type room.

After a moment, I realized we wanted each other. I held her, but then she said that she couldn't do it because it would affect the rest of her life.

The End
~

The Butterfly

I was kicking a football around a yard. I kicked it kind of far, then there was a soccer ball. I tried to kick it to where I had kicked the football, but it went to the left. I went to retrieve the soccer ball and found a butterfly about twice the size of a Monarch. It was black with blue and yellow spots.

I called to my cousin N. to look at it. It was alive, but not well, or it couldn't fly because of the high winds There was an ant on one wing. I didn't want the ant to destroy her wing because I wanted to make jewelry out of it like a ring I had seen in waking life.

The End.

These dreams were extremely vivid this time. I was really amazed by how vivid. I remembered every single detail of the dreams right when I woke up, but gradually forgot most detail until writing some key notes.

This vividness perhaps has to do with getting very close to successfully WILDing at bedtime before the dreams. My heart started beating really fast when I was this close, and I couldn't calm it down, so I decided to stop and ask at the forums the next day and went to sleep naturally, and TA-DA! Super vivid dreams, much more than I've had in a long while.

It kinda sucks that I happened to fall asleep in the middle of the night in a not as good as super happy mood because that would've been really great, being that these dreams were super vivid. But no, both or all of them were kind of that awkward helpless and self-conscious doing stupid things feeling I sometimes get in social situations when I'm not feeling super happy and confident like I want to.

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I am in Art Class with Mr. Gamble in the print-making room (not in the room where you paint and print and apply acid, but the other room where you draw mostly). The room is full of students, some of them are standing up, some are sitting down, some are sitting down on impractical objects. I am sitting down on the table near the center, but slightly close to the rack in the corner of the room. I am swinging my legs around, minding my own business, doing nothing, just sitting there and observing or daydreaming a little bit. Lauren, Liz, and Bruce are nowhere to be found thank goodness for me in my waking reality looking back.

Mr. Gamble asks me about something, an assignment that I need to get done, this part of the dream probably associated with my anxiety IWL about completing the pop-up art. I apologize to him and say I'll get it in for sure on time. I begged god not to let him over-talk like usual. Thankfully, after asking me about that thing he walks away. I think he tells something to the class but I wasn't listening. Then I think he walks out the door.

Ms. Taylor is now in the classroom. Then I watch my brother come into the classroom. He has some friends waiting outside the door, the same and more friends as in the dream I had the previous night. He asks Ms. Taylor is he could go out to the food places down the street, as if Ms. Taylor was our mom. I don't question this at all. All I could think about at this point is coming with him. Ms. Taylor says "Yeah, go ahead." I say I will go with them. Then Josef leaves out the door not even noticing me there. I am hesitant to follow them now because it would be weird. Ms. Taylor says "well, go?." I feel rushed and embarrassed, and angry at Ms. Taylor for being angry at me. I run out the door to the hallway and I look down the hall towards staircase A. I see my brother walking back and from a distance, holding a pizza form or box or something, he tells Ms. Taylor that there's a group pizza thing and asks if he could buy it for him and his friends. She says yes, and he starts running back towards staircase A, into the distance. I wasn't able to ask him if I could go with him, and for that I feel frustrated and bad. He didn't notice me standing there speechless and waiting to speak at all! It's like I wasn't even there the whole time! Well I don't think that, I'm really just having vague 'forever alone' thoughts and feelings come to me. I impulsively follow him. Everyone is wearing light winter coats. It is snowing very lightly, and there is snow about a foot and a half deep on the other side of the drive in road of the school on the side toward the park, while the snow in the main grass area in the middle is also either about a foot deep, deeper, or lightly buried that you can see some grass. As I am walking toward my brother leaving the school and starting up to the middle area, I am playing with my cellphone, and it makes a loud noise that I don't even recall now from reading my notes. Then I am playing with some kind of thin chord from my cellphone that could be a part of a headphone. I trip and fall into the snow as I cross the drive in road toward the park, and hide in the snow, for the first time noticing and watching my brother play snowball fight. I then notice that the sliding part of the cellphone and the thin chord has submersed into ice cold snow, and am worried that it will break. I somehow check if it still works. Then I continue watching my brother. I feel left out, and want to reach out to him but he is so far away, and if I did, it would be awkward and embarrassing.

Then I wake up.

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This next dream I only clearly remember the part with Liz eating a butterfly. The rest is a very foggy memory of being on a bus with some awkward moments among friends that I blame on myself.

I'm not sure if we were also on a bus at this part or not, but it appeared to be a dark, small or hidden, location. I am there with Lauren and Liz. Liz is sitting on a bench or some higher seat above me and Lauren, and Lauren and I are looking slightly up at her. I don't see Lauren face very often in this fragment. Both of our eyes are focused on just Liz. I actually remembered completely clearly every single word and a phrase that stood out, that Liz said to us, and our responses. We are talking about butterflies for some reason. Liz says she hates butterflies, and starts eating one. We see her eating one, but it's like a thought form imagination that we each share or something, because none of us think she is actually eating a butterfly. The butterfly looked a little foggy as well. Then, to tease us even more, Liz uses a Harry Potter wand she had laid out beside her and casts and quick spell to manifest a real butterfly. It was a very large butterfly - noticing after waking up from the dream - but none of us questioned the size, we all knew it was real. She slowly starts eating the butterfly, tearing off the wing material from it's stems, one area by one. My and Laurens' reactions to this include super sad partially fake crying, yelling, "NO!!"'s, "STOP IT"'s, and EWW's. I am feeling very sad seeing this happen. In the end, she tore off 3 sections of the left wing. We were all so sad. The butterfly was very beautiful and very still while this was going on. It looked like a monarch, but was blue.

Observation: I seem to unknowingly control the situation in the dream by having hopes about something and worries about something. Ie: With Mr. Gamble, he rarely ever stop talking in real life, but in this dream I really wanted him to not talk so much as he does, and somehow felt like I had a bit of control over this by commanding it in my mind, and it worked! Maybe if I learn to notice these control coincidences and increased law of attraction in dreams, I will be able to recognize I can control things much more easily and thus have a lucid dream.