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Bedtime: 12:00 (Got in bed at 10:00, wrote in my waking journal for 2 hours. I had a lot to talk about.) I'm also a little bit sick.

I had a long nonlucid dream. I have no memory of what it was about.

WBTB

I had a terrarium where my drawing board is in my room. In it were three magic gerbils. One was pink, one was indigo-ish blue and one was bluish green. They could talk in these high squeaky voices and were as intelligent as any human. They had this little symbol on their side. They kind of reminded me of the likes of My Little Pony or Care Bears or something.

And while having these guys around, at first glance sounds girly and stupid, they were actually pretty handy to have around. They granted me special powers, and were actually pretty reliable friends.

I was in the kitchen having breakfast. Since the gerbils were magic and intelligent they could come out of their cage and I could rely on them to run away or something. They would regularly come outside the cage whenever I wasn't sleeping. A government agent jumped out and grabbed me from behind. Another one grabbed the three gerbils and put them into a cage. He started to carry them off.

"Help us, Jade!"

The government agent was trying to hold me still while they took the gerbils away. I tried to elbow him but it didn't do much. He just adjusted his grip and held that arm so that I couldn't move it.

I then thought about martial arts movies and how sometimes they can kick the bad guy over your shoulder if you kick really high. I decided to try that move even though IWL I can't do it. It worked and I knocked the guy out. I ran outside and saw the guy carrying the gerbils, in a cage to the car. I ran up behind him and kicked him in the back. He dropped the glass cage, that broke and the gerbils ran out.

I forgot that they wouldn't run away, and tried to scoop them up with a cup that I found in the garage. Another government agent showed up and tried to grab me. I dropped the cup in surprise and it broke. The gerbils run out.

"Don't worry about us! Stop them!"

The three ran off as a group and went into a hole in the outside of the house. I moved into the uppercut agent. He had a Taser and tried to shock me. I ducked under his arm and elbowed him in the back. He fell over and hit his head on the hood of my mom's car.

I then saw a fancy old white car pull up and a really old man with a top hat got out. As he got out, I was trying to figure out what this situation was, and remembered that just a few minutes ago, I was trying to WBTB. I became fully lucid. I knew that he was the leader of the government agents and I was going to have to fight him.

I started to walk toward him. He started to walk toward me and took of his jacket to reveal very muscular looking arms.

"Mr. Free, come to finish this once and for all, have you?" (wat?)

We kept walking right into close range. He gave a telegraphed punch. I swept into the ground dodging him and picked up a piece of ice off the sidewalk. When He turned around, I threw it in his face.

"Augh!"

He tried to kick at me in close range. I stepped back. He threw another kick, roundhouse this time. I ducked under it and kept moving back. I then jumped back, but before hitting the ground, boosted myself forward with my flying technique and kicked him with both legs. He tried to block but staggered back almost to his fancy white car. I moved in and kicked him in the solar plexus.

I woke up and my right leg was straight up to the ceiling. I guess my Taekwondo classes don't mesh perfectly with lucid dreaming after all.

And the reason that I say this was a mini WBTB was that the last time I looked at the clock was 7:33, and it was now 7:42. Meanting that the whole dream took less than 10 minutes.

I really think that pairing WBTB with MILD is the way to go from here. I've had so much success in such a short time-frame.

Dream - Lucid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There is a male teacher giving me and perhaps 10 other students a science test. And we were taking it in my basement. But that's not the weird part. Everyone was naked save for the teacher. But that's not the weird part. The weird part was I got the test, took one look at it and thought.
"Hmm... I should pee on this."
So I did. I got yelled at by the teacher and he gave me a new test and told me to sit in the center of the room. I started taking the test only to find that it was actually pretty easy, even though some of the questions made no sense. It was something to do with matching pictures to words. I began grasping lucidity when I awoke.

I am camping with my family somewhere cold. There is snow on the ground and the rivers are frozen. Two boys that I have never met invite me to the hot springs. I have a swimsuit on under my winter clothes and I decide to go with them.
I walk with them through the cold for like an hour, (No kidding, this was up there with the longest dreams that I've ever had.) Until we get to a river that looks to be steaming. Thinking we're finally here, I take off all my clothes only to realize that the other boys have not. They then push me into the water, that turns out to be FREEZING cold. I lose control of my body as I 'die'.
I get taken up into a high tree that has a metal cage hanging from it. I can see the whole campground from up here. I get placed inside the cage back inside my body. [DREAM LOGIC] The cage is some sort of penalty box for dying. It's the rules of this camping area. Anytime someone dies they have to spend time up here. The more stupid you were about your death the longer the time you spend up here. Then you return to the land of the living when you have served your time. [/DREAM LOGIC]

Morning of May 4, 2014. Sunday.



We end up with a baby bird that had fallen out of a nest in a nearby area of the yard of the house we live in presently. I think it is a wild finch. It is very small and cannot quite walk properly (and it seems injured at first, though turns out not to be - just being a bit weak). I have a large container with no top that is somewhat like a semitransparent plastic storage box, but which is about two-thirds the size of the top of my computer desk. The bottom of the container has about a one-inch (or more) layer of dirt.

Over time, the bird begins to move a little more. For some reason, we decide the best thing to feed it to ensure its survival are very tiny pieces of rubber cut from a bicycle inner tube, as if that makes perfect sense. It also seems to be all we have regarding “bird food”. It seems to be “happy” about getting the tiny inner tube pieces and eats all that I give it.

A little later, I decide that crackers will probably be better, though I am thinking about all the preservatives and wondering if they will be harmful to birds in general, yet somehow, it eventually seems okay, and does seem a better option than the rubber bits (and less troublesome and time-consuming to provide) - so I break up a few crackers into fine crumbs (to my left relative to the container) and it enthusiastically feeds.

Finally, I crunch up a stack of Pringles potato chips and scatter them in a larger area to the right. However, there are still a lot of nearly whole pieces that go into the makeshift terrarium and the baby bird looks a bit bigger and more developed, even moving its recently feathered wings about as it hops a bit more energetically. (For some reason, its wings look like they are on “backwards” but I think this may be only because of the downy feathers curled back.) It is able to bite into the potato chips and easily feed without any help from me, reminding me of a person holding up and taking a bite out of a large sandwich. I figure about half a cylinder of the chips will keep him going for at least a day or two. It goes under a chip and out again, seeming to enjoy its access to its food and it is becoming stronger, reminding me a little of a guinea pig moving about in a large, cage-sized cluster of grass and getting “happily lost” in it.

For a time, I worry about leaving it, because I am concerned it will get trapped under some sections of scattered clusters of the more complete chips, but the scene does not seem that problematic for it. It goes under a whole chip and does not come out for a time and that seems my cue to wake as it seems to no longer exist at that point.

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Morning of September 13, 2013. Friday. (Wife’s birthday.)



I am much younger, perhaps twenty, living in an unfamiliar building. It may be that I share the building and have my own smaller apartment but it does seem like my own home. My main bedroom seems to be to the west of the main area (or largest rooms) of the building. To the north is a larger window, and near it, a desk upon which sits an electronic keyboard. My bed is to the left of the window. To the right of the window, against the east wall, is a large and supposedly ancient “two-storey” cage (the second tier was seemingly added much later as an extra precaution). This cage (big enough for perhaps two or three people to fit in) has two layers of “protection” around it; the thick window-screen-like wire (though a bit more sparse, about one inch by one inch) and outside of that, strong glass. Both “layers” have a sliding door on the left side of it. (I am not sure if the top tier of the hutch opens or has a door of any kind.) The layout and “memory” seems vaguely like our apartment from Gellibrand Street in Clayfield - Brisbane.

The top level of the cage is mostly empty, but does have some fresh grass. I do not notice any animals. I look closely at the bottom level, through the glass, and note movement at times. I slide the glass partly open after I think I see some sort of ancient being’s face; somewhat human, but not quite. I am not fully lucid, but it is like I am trying to bring forth an “ancient magic”. With the glass sliding door open, I can now hear wind and a slight buzzing and humming. Time passes, and I notice miniature quetzals, perhaps as many as twenty, fluttering around in spirals, no bigger than a hummingbird. I also notice phosphorescent moths. Looking more closely, I begin to sense an intense “ancient” power, windy and electrical, emanating from the cage. There are various invisible insects of some kind, likely some sort of prehistoric tiny gnat, that form different magnetic “signatures” to set certain things in motion, as a sort of creative power. The hutch seems to hold all the mystery of time and space in one small area. The grass inside that section is like very old straw and there are also stones here and there.

I listen to the wind and buzzing and feel the powerful currents of air through the wire section. Rather foolishly I open the wire and wooden sliding door, perhaps for the first time in hundreds of years. It was the only thing keeping in whatever was there for so long. I feel an intense energy and pleasure. I feel like I want to learn more (with some sort of ritual), but I do not have any sort of book and no poetry or incantation comes to mind that I think might be needed under the circumstances.

Later, there are two (unknown) girls in a room east of where I had been. I follow what appears to be some of the “creatures” from the cage, especially the beautiful miniature quetzals. The girls look at me and smile. Another girl appears for a short time. I then discover I had a third daughter I had somehow never known about who is between the ages of my second-youngest son and oldest daughter. She is now about or almost fourteen. I am glad to finally meet her. I suppose she had been ill for a long time, or made sick by ordinary humans, so is only now “coming to life” to get out and do more. I do not remember my wife having an additional baby during the supposed “missing time” in my dream, but I feel very thankful. She and my wife are going out to the park, I think, with the rest of the family, and later - shopping. She is very happy to finally meet me. I notice that there are small stones under the skin of her face, on each side of her mouth and going down her chin to her neck, forming a DNA pattern, and do not think it to be unusual. It may be some sort of acne, I reason, or she may have the stones there as a personal tribal belief. Her name, strangely enough, is Mastermind (a game my wife played often at that age), a name that I do not see as too unusual, just a bit different than “average”. She also has two middle names like all our offspring, but I do not fully recall those.

“They all got out,” I tell the two other girls, speaking of the birds and the moths. They look at me and then each other as if they are acknowledging a private joke with their facial expressions. I start to take them on a tour of the place. I point to what I first think are the magical birds flying about. I then see the butterflies/moths. However, it turns out to be the intricate attractive design of wallpaper instead. The girls giggle (either at my mistake or at the fact it magically did change before my eyes). I then look around and notice about seven miniature quetzals flying in a linear pattern. I reach out to touch them. I see that they are actually refrigerator magnets. The girls giggle again. I feel rather stupid as if I had seen a “UFO” and it turned out to be a flashlight.

This is where they become “ancient trees” and wrap around me in “creaking” spirals, buzzing, and wind, “ancient” powerful humming from the “source”. My dream “resets”.

A little later, I am back near the cage. I had been aware of an ancient (thousands of years old) “living face” attempting to make contact with me. After a time, I notice a young male of about twenty, who seems to have emerged from the cage as some sort of “wizard” within the prior twenty minutes of my dream or so. He stands across the room from me, closer to the entryway of the room to the south, looking about as if “new” to the modern world. Two other people show up (unknown or perhaps older classmates from years back).

He starts to complain about “all those years” (while in the cage) that he had to listen to me playing the accordion (including when I was a child growing up) and organ (but mostly the accordion seems to give him grief). I then see that he has some sort of “magic wand” which is like an old branch (which I remember seeing in the hutch). The accordion has always been the most beautiful-sounding musical instrument to me, and so I then assume this person must be mentally ill and thus has no powers whatsoever, especially as he seems to be enjoying some badly out-of-tune (“detuned”) modern gated synth music. He raises his magic wand to “zap” me (and even “erase” me from existence - the thanks I get for letting him out I guess) - the loud/soft gating of the detuned synth (from a radio in another room or from one being carried by one of the two new people?) seems to literally be shutting his consciousness off and on for a time so that his mind is “gone” or in no stable, focused, or fixed state - and so I really do not expect anything at all to happen. In fact, I feel sorry for him, and I just stand there gawking in disbelief as this “magician” (now wearing a hospital gown) waves his wand around. It turns out that he was a mental patient from a psychiatric ward who had escaped from a local hospital and somehow crawled into our house from an open window and was still “playing magician” as he had been doing with other patients at the ward. The two newer people lead him away as he mumbles, swaying a bit, heading back to the hospital.

I later am near the desk, thinking about putting the electronic keyboard away for a time and playing an accordion again for the first time in years, not even to record, just to enjoy in solitude (I sometimes played the accordion or an organ for hours in complete darkness many years ago - I learned later that, when I played during the day, older people sometimes came out to sit outside and listen during those times - even bringing a living room chair out to sit on). The two girls are “normal” again. I turn around and say, “I thought he came from the cage…at first”.

My hands are “warping” into joined “flexible stones” (that seem to be “speaking” softly or humming with various changing tones and dynamics in a musical sense), feathers, multicolored exposed “bones” and “spines”/“quills” (seven or eight fingers on each hand, moving out almost like accordion bellows with a suggestion of being webbed) and DNA-like swirls whereby small comet-shaped glowing “orbs” rapidly “swim” around the DNA “map”/“grid” like a complex “network” of “trains” of light (an effect I have clearly seen on my arms and hands all my life - to the point where I would gaze at my arms and hands in the dark for fifteen or more minutes at a time - often, one would suddenly become brighter and then vanish completely, exactly like a dying ember - since I have never read about anyone else experiencing this - it is just one more puzzle for me). I breathe softly.

The girl whispers, “you were in the cage (saying my name lovingly)…you are the source…” I then see that my own face is made of a mix of stone and “buzzing” wind and that there was an ancient mirror (of polished stone?) sitting in one corner of the cage - I had been (seemingly) looking at myself from outside the cage.

Ehecatl-Quetzalcoatl seems the main force or character in this dream. Ehecatl is a pre-Columbian deity associated with the wind, who features in Aztec mythology and the mythologies of other cultures from the central Mexico region of Mesoamerica. He is most usually interpreted as the aspect of the Feathered Serpent deity (Quetzalcoatl in Aztec and other Nahua cultures) as a god of wind, and is therefore also known as Ehecatl-Quetzalcoatl. Ehecatl also figures prominently as one of the creator gods and culture heroes in the mythical creation accounts documented for pre-Columbian central Mexican cultures. Mexico inches closer to loan of Moctezuma’s headdress

“Ehecatl” is very slightly like “Ethel”, my mother’s name. The two levels of the cage likely represented my conscious self (smaller, top level) over my dream self’s “mind”, while holding the power of the supraconscious (“source”).

Wind, however, has been established in my dreams (including precognitive ones) as a reference to the passage of time.

The combined failed magician/fool character in this particular dream (a character I have noted in past dreams) is commonly how I really “see” consensus at times and do not consider it a direct aspect or symbol of real mental health. Also, as I was growing up, watching magicians usually annoyed me (especially as I knew most aspects of all the tricks from various older books published in the 1800s as well as the obvious) - so I presently associate magicians with: lying, boredom, pointless actions, con men, and gossip.

Another dream relating to the quetzal being associated with the “source”: Soul’s Union of the Quetzal and the Silver Sebright Bantam. This dream was one of the most vivid dreams of my lifetime, as well as being astoundingly multilayered and literally precise in a precognitive sense.

This dream is also similar in the sense of mirror/self realization as a much older dream - Beyond the Martian Time Barrier.

Other references to aspects of stones, “buzzing”, wind, and birds have been noted in previous entries and I will update them as I get to them. These stones are like “power objects” in the supposed Nahua sense and relative to the belief of objects in the environment influencing human behavior. When these things (usually stones, in one, an owl statue) appear in dreams, they are extremely heavy, create a sort of “buzz” or “hum” and sometimes seem to manifest wind as a magnetic force of some sort, a possible additional play on magnet and magic.

The room is white, featureless, indirectly illuminated, and the only object in the room is a black-metal cage, approximately 42 inches on a side. The bars are about 3 inches apart and I can clearly see that nothing is inside the cage.

My intention is to put the Dream Control tutorial into this cage. It's what I'm supposed to do and it's also what my father wants. I did feel odd having him advise me in any way about dreaming material but he seemed to know what he was talking about, though he was never in the room.

I struggled for a while with the concept of placing the tutorial in the cage and how it wouldn't escape the particular style of cage, since the spacing between the bars was easily wide enough to slip through (for a tutorial) when I woke up.

I don't even know what to say about this dream.

This kid was narrating. He was saying stuff like, "Lived in them my whole life, we were constantly moving, we followed other ranchers (I'm pretty sure that's the word he used) on the road. We didn't go to school but our families taught us. I never did know how to drive a truck. "
Basically, it's like these many families that travel around together in these RV/truck/some sort of hauler. So while this kid is narrating you see the trucks heading down some country roads, and then after the kid is finished talking you see that the trucks are going up some steep hills. At first they're not too steep, but then they're straight up and down. I was getting a view from the front window. I forgot to mention that each RV is carrying hay on top of it. Like, a ridiculous amount. Enough to tip it over.
So they get to the top of the first few hills, but then they get to a long one. There's a white fence to the left, up the entire road, and there's a field behind it. On the right is a giant cliff, and at the top is where we would be staying for that month or whatever, our homes. There's a husband and wife in the front of the RV, and they were kinda like country hicks. The wife says something like, "One of these days it's gonna tip over!" and then it does. It stops, and then starts sliding backwards and tipping. We all jump out of the sudden, magically open doors right beside us, and are met with a horrific sight. All the trucks in front of us are all tipping. There are people everywhere and I got the feeling that our truck tipping had made the others tip, like the dynamos effect( I know it doesn't make sense, but it's a dream).
And then you find out that some of the trucks were in the camp when they started tipping. I am suddenly bodiless and am instantly in a good spot over the cliff to watch the trucks fly over, throwing over the wreckage of everything in their path. I distinctly remember chickens flying everywhere as their coop was crushed.
Then I get an ariel view of the camp. It is a perfect circle, and all of a sudden there is a fence that encircles the entire thing. There are people outside banging on it and yelling to be let in, but nobody is letting them in to where the limited food and water is, and I think something like, " Human nature. " because we turned on each other as soon as we realized there were limited resources.
Anyways, this is where it turned into something like a game. The actual houses and skyscraper building were right outside the fence, but all the resources were inside the fence. The silver fence went extremely high up, I don't know how to describe it, and there were black ropes all hanging off of the top of it (We were completely trapped, although I didn't think of it at the time. Even if we climbed to the very top we couldn't get out because the fence went across the top too, and that's where the ropes where all hanging off of.
The ropes were of varying lengths, although I think most of them went all the way down to the floor. So suddenly I'm in the air, and I get a picture of what I want to do to ensure that my food and resources stay safe. A nest of some sort, with knots and stuff. I could make a little ball in the center that I could stay in with my stuff. I didn't occur to me that I wouldn't be able to get out.
So the first thing I do is tie two ropes together, and for some reason they make a completely flat surface for me to sit on. I decide to ambush a lady and her husband.
They've somehow already got a little floating house type thing set up, and all of their resources are there. I swing in on a rope I had grabbed, Tarzan style. They start screaming at me and whacking me with stuff, and trying to grab my rope so thy could pull me in. But I grabbed the stuff I wanted and then swung around again, trying to gain momentum to swing back up to my meek little home. Suddenly there's a time limit on how long I can be out stealing stuff, and I only have like five seconds left. I desperately try to swing up there, and I'm so close, but the wife grabs my tail or something and I lose all of my momentum or something, and a loud voice (possibly over an intercom) informs me that I now owe something to the people I had been raiding (He actually said like, two waters and a mango or something like that).
Also, I forgot to say that I was some kind of animal with a tail in these games.
So I swing back up to my home and deposit what I stole, which somehow stays balanced. I then realize that I want to improve my home, so I steal some ropes and make it a little better. It looks like some kind of bird's best, or maybe a wasp's nest.
Then somebody's attacking me! They grab onto the outside of my nest and easily pull away one of the ropes, which they swing back to their house on. I decide that I should use some knots so I'm safer. I tie some knots, and make my nest a little more secure. Then I get revenge on whoever it was that stole from me. They actually live right next to me, so it isn't hard to get to them. They're talking on a phone, and a grab it out've they're hands, and then intercom voice is there again. He says that I must give her two leopard pelts because you have to let the person talk on the phone for at least ten minutes before stealing it. Then she says that she was only on the phone for like, three seconds.
I'm all mad because how the heck do I find two leopard pelts they're really rare and if I don't find them within a week I'll be kicked out of the games (My neighbor also reminded me of my other fees).
I'm sitting moping in my nest when all of a sudden a leopard (Yes, the animals are intelligent in this dream) swings in through a small hole in my nest on my left side. She is also carrying a leopard pelt. She realizes that this is a bad idea because she doesn't have room to move and I'm grabbing at her. She swings back in twice more, while desperately trying to push off in a different direction, and I grab onto her tail. I hold on, but she slips out and I just just lay there despondently because I'm sure I won't be able to find everything in time. That was when I woke up.

Dream - Lucid

I was giving my old cats, Ziggy and Pounce, to my old manager, Virginia. The room we were in had tons of black cages on the floor with animals in them. They were to be put to sleep; it's why I was giving my cats to Virginia...they were old and sick (IWL both had to be put down, Ziggy when I was 15, and Pounce just last year). I handed the kitties over to Virginia. She seemed very professional and emotionally detatched from the job (I suppose you'd have to be, wouldn't you?).

Then, I remember walking into my grandparents' house, though it didn't resemble any house I've actually seen before. I went through a couple of rooms, and found them in a wooden room. They were having a huge sale inside their house that had been going on for a long time, day in and day out. They were just getting rid of what seemed to be old junk that was all displayed, lined up on a wall by some windows. I saw Barbie-like figurines, an old Walkman CD player, among other things. People were coming in and buy them for garage sale prices. I think there were also some animals in cages here too, I remember seeing some puppies or small dogs; they were for sale as well. I saw someone, a man, pick up and buy the old Walkman, and something else from one of the bins.

I then saw Virginia again, and asked her about my cats, and if they'd been put down yet. I asked her while not making eye contact, because I was trying not to show her it was a tough subject, and it did hurt me. She told me that they had, saying one had just recently been put down. I don't remember what else we said, if anything. The animals at my grandparents' were somehow connected to what Virginia was doing.

Then, I was going through some more things to put out for my grandparents' sale, some more old Barbie doll type toys. I noticed that there were some on display already, and someone had made it so one of the Barbies looked like they were making out with a Ken doll. The Barbie was bent backwards, and the Ken was leaning in and "kissing" her. I kinda didn't know how they were even standing up that way, but I let it be for the time being; I'd fix it later.

I started to set out some small dog figurines. There were some that were already up there with the Barbies, but I guess I had some other ones. I remember specifically setting out a small, black, fluffy dog, that kind of looked like a Pekingese with a haircut. Its tongue was hanging out.



Like that, except for it was black. And also a toy.

I got out some more figurines, I remember one that wasn't a Barbie at all, but it looked like an old McDonald's toy, some superhero or supervillain. I then fixed the Barbie that looked like it was making out with Ken so they were both standing upright and not "kissing".

I remember thinking that though the stuff I was setting out was mine, I wasn't sure if I'd be getting the money for it, of if my grandparents would be. I figured it would be my grandparents, and I was ok with that.

Bus on rotunda. Elephant. A dystopian cage. Yellow and black. Fighting. A huge enemy. Gap in the cage. A female enemy. Harder to defeat. Hero or me fell into lava. Turned himself myself into molecules. Flew. Ice. Freeze. House. Someone wants to take the object. Someone protecting it. Two objects.

Ministop. Buying barbecue. 18 of each different kind. A and M are married and have a daughter.

5-ish a.m. had to pee

Sat in an outside restaurant with three people I know (don't know who). I felt that it was somewhere abroad. We tried to order but didn't get any food for a long time. We switched tables, and we had ordered with another name than the name we used when we complained, which led to mix-ups. At our new table the ground sloped heavily, and together with the waiters we tried to fix it by putting things under the legs of the table. We soon gave up though, and switches tables again.
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Later we were in a tower, where we were held prisoners by an unseen wizard. I tried too flee and the wizard soon appeared to chase me down. I ran faster than him though, but as soon as i looked away from him, he shapeshifted into different fastrunning creatures. Among other things he became a dog. He couldn't bite me though I somehow learned, and by feigning some i managed to run down a couple of stairs. He finally caught me though.
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I remember trading movies with someone. VHS, but I vaguely remember finding something interesting.

after peeing and jotting down some dream notes, i tried to WILD, but felt uncomfortable. After about half an hour i moved from the bed to the couch. More comfy, but i had a hard time concentrating on WILDing, after I while I gave up and just tried to fall asleep.

9:08 a.m. on the sofa

Johanna and I was visiting a pig farm or something like that. The farmer showed us how to herd them into cages, feed them, and electronically elevate the cage up to the slaughter room. The floor on the cages had large holes so that the pigs had a hard time just keeping balance to keep them from jumping out of the roofless cage.

Johanna - Om jag var en gris skulle jag hoppat ur buren, skulle inte du?
Jag - Jag har ingen aning om hur jag skulle tänka om jag var en gris.

First

I'm walking with a very enlightened master and a student of his. He is not really teaching, we are just chatting about different methodologies of enlightenment and the role of the teacher in them. I seem to know who he is and he refers to a few other teachers I should know.

We stop is a park. There is a structure for children to climb we get on to of that and sit for a while. The other student is talking with the teacher and I'm listening to her questions. A dog appears below us and tries to scare me by attacking my feet. It doesn't seem to want to fight, so I think it's scared and let it be. It goes around to the other side of the structure and doesn't attack me anymore. The master and the student are watching and comment something.

Second

We are home now and the dog is with us. I arrange a fenced area for it, so that it doesn't bite anyone. I give it a pillow some other stuff. It's my dog now.

I was a giant inside a building. There was another giant outside. Everyone else was normal sized.

There was a threat that I would be punished for something, possibly for being a giant (?). It seemed like something beyond my control. I therefore saw an Asian in a round, bamboo cage. The man represented me and my possible punishment. He was taller than the diameter of the cage, so that he lay down on a floor of sand and his feet were outside the cage.

I then thought I had awakened from the, or a dream, and started trying to reason what was going on, but didn't get very far.

Dream skip ~

I was with a female. I didn't really see her face. She was nude. I could see the top of her vagina and here torso. She was really sexy, but she wanted her underwear. I gave her her very skimpy, white, cotton underwear. I may have touched her a little right around her vagina, but I looked away then and left her alone since she wasn't game.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I may have started out on a subway train. Eventually I was hanging on to the outside of a train as it rode above ground. It was daytime, and the sky was clear blue. The train eventually ran through a weird sort of tunnel, which was nothing more than iron beams creating a frame where a tunnel would have been. The tunnel seemed to run through and over a body of water, which seemed to stretch off to the left forever.

The train became a series of black, chain-link, metal fence cages. The cages were each big enough to hold one person comfortably, although I think I saw a few of my "friends" (random dream characters?) in one cage-car. A lot of the cage-cars may actually have been empty.

I found out somehow that the train was powered completely by electricity. This was supposed to be really great and innovative. I was really excited about this innovation -- electric trains. But these cage-cars (I was still "riding" by hanging on to the outside of one) looked really shoddy and worn-down. I was afraid that the electricity powering the train would travel along the outside of the walls and electrocute me.

I saw the train speeding away, apparently with me still on it, as if my view had left my body.

Dream #2

I was in an office. The office space was kind of small, drab, and grey. I sat in some corner of a wider space like a common area for three or four private offices. Across from my was a receptionist's desk. The receptionist's desk was big and made out of wood. Whatever I was sitting in felt very small -- almost like a plastic chair and desk for a little kid. I saw from a very low angle.

A female co-worker of mine from two jobs ago, AC, walked into one of the offices. My female friend H was in the office. AC gave H some work to do. It had to do with the companies Research in Motion and Red Hat, as well as a couple other mobile communications companies. H was now going to be working on getting information about these companies.

AC walked out of the office with a female co-worker. She told her co-worker, "I always thought ----- (some name that may have had the word "Bubble" in it) was one of my favorite companies. But it doesn't look like it's going to be a success, at least not for a while."

AC and her co-worker left. I wondered how it was that H had managed to get a job doing my old job. (It must actually have been my old boss' job, since she was sitting in an office, not a cubicle.)

I was now outside with H. We were standing outside "her car," all the doors of which were open. The car was full of junk, all kinds of paper stuffed in the front and back seat. H was panicked and complaining bitterly about how she thought she wasn't going to make it in school, and how she wasn't going to get her Ph.D.

I told her that she had nothing to worry about. She was doing a lot of great stuff with her studies. And she had a steady job. So even if she didn't make it in school, she'd have a steady income. I couldn't figure out why H was complaining so intensely all the time.

The Ogre-Elf

I´m in Hell...Around me only exists fire, ashes and brimstone...

Suddenly, in front of me,an ogre-elf appears. He is gigantic, like 50 stories high.

I´m inside a bird cage, an old one, those who had a round topside.
The whole cage is brown.

I manage to open the birdcage, and i start running.

I can feel the ogre-elf trying to reach me with his hand. I get scared...but all of a sudden, i realize i´m dreaming!

And then i thought:" If i throw myself into the ogre-elf´s hand, my fear will be so great, so tremendous that i´m gonna wake up right know"

I woke up

Comments: This is the first dream i remember, ever...
i must had four or five years old... and as far as i know, it was a lucid one...

Dream 1

I was in an Avengers space ship I think there was a party and the "Ultimate Avengers" were being brain-controlled. IronMan was in his Hulk-Buster armour and the Incredible Hulk was chasing me even Chris Evans as Captain America was after me.



Dream 2

I was walking to my friends house and I knocked for him then we went to my other mates house and then went to the park. It was an orange day. We went to the basketball cage where my next door neighbours were. I tried to be nice but they were very aggressive "Get outta here,man" is what they said, there were 3 of them. I called them "The Ultimates" because of the previous dream.

I tihnk I walked away with my friends after.