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I live in some kind of community / village, very backwards and religious, similar to a film I watched about a girl living in Cabul under the reign of the taliban. Everything is censored and forbidden and my brother is to be burnt to death on a public square the next day. At night he is kept locked in a kind of coffin, on-site and I am attempting a rescue. At some point, I see it from his point of view and I feel claustrophobic inside the box trying to break it out to escape.

I think following the previous dream, we get an escape ride from some guy of a rebel group. He looks so dreamy and he is a daredevil. He takes us to a highway with lots of self-driving trucks and then makes really risky maneuvers, like getting between them and even underneath them, between their wheels. The car has strange sitting arrangement. The three of us sit on the front and there is no gear stick so I am right beside the driver, in the middle seat. When things get really stressful, he lays his hand on my leg and I enjoy it a lot. He realizes that and he keeps it there. We stop to eat at some place and we clearly are enjoying our mutual attraction and getting cozy with each other.
I think we talk briefly about me becoming part of the resistance, so after I am safely at some apartment complex settled with my family - my mom is there too - I receive a message to please come meet someone at the window. I go to the balcony, which looks over a steep valley and I see nobody. They insist they are there and if I don't join them, they'll leave. Then I spot a guy in a blue jumpsuit, coming out from the middle of the green hill on the other side of the valley, quite far away. Then spot half a dozen others scattered around the hill. I wonder why they are so distant. One of them flies over to meet me at the balcony and then together we fly over to the other side and we fly together over some weird border zone and they tell me they operate at the border of realities. I assume they mean reality and dreamscapes. They show me an area over which they have an ongoing mission and need me and a couple others to go undercover and work at an IKEA like store. I show them my flying skills, basically levitating horizontally without making an effort, which is way better than how they do it. It is hard to explain how they do it, but it is not subtle at all. So I join two girls with whom work there and I comment how weird it is for them to have a 9 to 5 life inside dreams and be able to come back to that dream and complete the mission. Then they show me a box of make up products I should use, as demanded at our job site and I find it awful, hate the colors but try some orangey lipstick. Then start the day by having breakfast at a nearby cafeteria in the building complex we live at. I learn that ideally I should go there at this time, like about 6 am, before a lot of other people come there before work. I try to spot what they have that is relatively healthy for me to eat and see they have corn for popcorn and decide to get some packets and just cook them at home on the microwave when I don't feel like eating what they serve.

With 4 more people stuck in some square open space surrounded by stone walls. Very much like the Maze Runner. One wall opens up a sequence of doors forming a tunnel and we can see the outside in the end of it but after 5 seconds the various sections along the tunnel close starting from the end to the beginning. After we are sure of the time it takes to complete the process, we test going back and forth, and then we decide to go for it. But when we arrive at the other side we realize it is a time portal and we are seeing the past. There is a battle going on and we see ships in a port attacking a town with cannons. We have 1 sec to decide what to do and we decide going back. Then we discuss if we prefer to check the options as we're convinced the portals opens up at random places and times and we discuss what would be our ideal destination and times we really don't want to go to. It's hard because for the majority of human history there has been war or other bad difficulties, but we end up jumping into some South American country, somewhere in the 1900s. There is some celebration going on, at some town. We blend in (not sure how, as I am wearing jeans) but I notice some guy, acting like a feudal lord of this place, very interested in me and sending someone to go and get me. I slip away through the crowd and I find a Japanese old lady that I am sure I know from somewhere. She is teaching crochet to some ladies and she does recognize me. I wonder how is that possible and she tells me she has access to a portal that lets her go back to Japan in our current time and we met there once. Her English is very poor and my Spanish, which apparently she speaks well, is also not so good, but she asks me if I can crochet and we sort of communicate and I tell her the things I used to crochet and knit. But I really don't wanna talk about that. I am so excited that she has access to our present time, I go look for my friends and tell them we can go home. But some of them don't feel so excited for some reason, so they stay. The Japanese lady takes me to the portal but doesn't cross it with me, so I end up alone at night in some Japanese village and feel a bit lost and cold, but also relieved that at least this is my world.

I am traveling in a foreign country, driving a car down a dirt road—although there’s a bit of a traffic jam at the moment, and nobody is actually moving except the pedestrians, who walk between the cars and on the side of the road. Two women wearing some kind of sari-like traditional dress walk past. I think about giving them a lift—something I wouldn’t ordinarily consider doing, but they seem particularly trustworthy somehow.

At some point, I suddenly find that the car is full of people, and I’m in the backseat. The two people in the front seats are wearing police uniforms, and two or three other people are standing between the rows of seats. I ask a man in a white business-type shirt standing to my left if this is a police chase, and he confirms that it is. I have heard about this—of officers requisitioning vehicles so they can go after somebody who would otherwise escape them. I suppose that’s OK—not that I get any choice in the matter.

The next thing I remember is walking through a public building, talking with the same man. He’s asking me questions. One is, essentially, whether I can take any time off work. I reply that I can’t. I’m working remotely even now, on this trip. He is concerned that I’m not recovering from something, which he seems to feel is my fault, and wants me to undergo a scan of some kind—he’s holding the equipment now, beside a machine there. This is a little exasperating, as I’m already pretty sure this has to do with some kind of control issue, which isn't exactly news. But what’s more troubling is the fact that he’s mentioning things that happened since the car chase, and I don’t remember anything between now and then. I try to determine how big of a memory gap I’m dealing with. Very shortly afterwards, I conclude that this is not something it’s possible to do without knowing what happened during that time. And at that point, I wake up.

It’s an hour or so after that—after recording the dream and after listening to people being typically noisy atypically early downstairs—that my cell phone rings. Or vibrates, rather, since that’s the setting I keep it on. I’m annoyed since I was almost asleep, and this is such a good opportunity for having a lucid dream. If I ignore it and don’t move, it’ll stop soon enough. But it doesn’t stop after the normal number of rings, and so I finally give up on the dream and get up to shut it off. And that’s when I realize—this is a dream.

This is the part where I figure out what to do, now that I have this opportunity. And right now, what I want to do is go back to the setting of the last dream and figure out what was going on there. I head over to the window and step onto the windowsill, disregarding the glass pane, which obligingly acts as though it didn’t exist.

It is dark out, but the setting I see before me has nothing else in common with what I’d ordinarily see out my window. For one thing, it’s a long way down—the ledge where I’m perched isn’t as high as an airplane would fly, perhaps, but it can’t be that much closer to the earth. The landscape spread out before me is also unfamiliar, and remarkably strange. The ground is uniformly flat, with nothing but houses and trees as far as the eye can see. But every so often, there are tall, thin spires, each set of them closely grouped, apparently made of rock— like giant needles stuck into the earth. Their tips are about level with where I am—in other words, incredibly high—and they’re so disproportionate to the rest of the landscape that they look unnatural.

Looks like I’ll be flying, then. But first—I will it to become daytime and wait for a little while. Nothing happens. Well, that was probably a little unrealistic, but it was worth a try. Anyway, I can see just fine, even with no discernible source of light: everything below me and in the distance is clear and crisply outlined. But seen with night-vision, it’s all dark blue, which will make it less interesting to fly over. (Later on, after waking up, I’ll recall that I intentionally enabled myself to see in the dark in a lucid dream a couple months ago—could it be that it was a lasting modification? That would be interesting.)

I ready myself and launch outwards, extending a set of muscles I only have in dreams, when I choose to: wings. It’s a smooth glide for the most part. There isn’t much in the way of wind up here—as empty and still and silent as it is on the ground far below. Trees, houses, more trees, more houses, and the nearest set of spires, coming ever closer. It’s an odd feeling, being up here in this lonely place, poised and sharply aware and secure somehow.

The next part is difficult to remember—I’m not exactly sure how I managed to find my way back to the building from the first dream, but it seemed to involve flying in a pattern around the spires—a little like dialing the combination of a lock, a little like grabbing the fabric of dream-space and twisting it in exactly the right way. But one way or another, I'm there. The building was full of people before, but now it is dark and empty. And a woman with brown skin and dark hair is standing beside me there—she will take me to the man I want to speak to.

And that’s the point where it would be best to end this account, I think….

(29.1.18)

Dream 1

I'm with Josh and I have some pre-workout. I meet up with Daryl and he seems to be excited that I have taken some pre-workout. He opens up a wrapper which has some kind of narcotic in it. I seem pretty amped up from the pre-workout and go straight in for a dip of speed.

We're now driving and a police car begins chasing us. Daryl is driving and he doesn't stop for the cop, instead he tries to flee. I tell him he's an idiot and that he should stop the car. There's a few times where we almost get captured but we seem to get away each time. I recognize the street we're driving down, which is where my Auntie Rita lives.

Eventually we get caught and end up in some kind of venue. I think it's a TAB (Betting Place). There's cops around us and we try to swindle a deal so we can get off the charges. The charges consist of illegal betting and driving offenses. We pay back the TAB what we took from them, and ask how much extra do they want to drop the charges. I think we're looking at 1,200 or maybe a bit more. We agree with the price. There's two cops which seem to be corrupt, definitely one of them for sure. He's bald. We can see a bowl of cocaine which belongs to the police officer, and Josh decides to have a dip. The corrupt cops tells Josh that it's baking soda or something and laughs. I think he was having us on, and that it was actually cocaine.

I remember seeing a scene of the cop being behind a door. The door timber looks brittle and myself and the cop are ripping the timber off of it.

I'm now at some other house, doing something. I can see a kid.

Another scene of being at a house. I can see the same kid as before. I see a scene of a mansion and a guy inside it. He's the owner of the house. I move closer to the scene and notice the guy in a bed with multiple females. The whole bed is plain white. The man is under the covers with one of the females. They seem to be hugging one another, while the rest of the females are getting pedicures while browsing on a laptop. The pedicure is being done by some type of machine, which runs automatically.

The scene begins to fly through the house into the backyard. The backyard has lots of people and looks lavish. I can see some weird stuff. There's a few toilets which are lined up next to each other. They move back and forth across the garden.
I walk over to a track that long jumpers run down to perform their leap. There's a car that looks similar to a remote controlled car. It's going back and forth on the track. At first I thought it was going to run straight into me, but stops just in time.

Dream 2

I'm at a beach and I can see Daryl, Thomo and some other person. They're near a volleyball net. I can see a group of people coming towards me in the distance. They look familiar. I remember that Thomo is having his bucks party and that I can't attend. I think about what I can say to him, and feel I should tell him I can't afford it. The group of people arrive where I am, and I'm greeted by most of them. One of them looks like Jamie Smyth and he is so happy to see me. We hug one another.

I'm now at the local football oval, standing where you sit to watch it. I see the group that I saw earlier here. They're heading to a beach. A name is announced, and that person is the first to go in the water. It ends up being a kid. He doesn't want to be the first one to go in.
I grab a cup and piss in it. I walk with the cup over towards some people. I pretend to drink it to gross them out.

I was a popular artist, and some high-end museum had commissioned some work. I was going to take some tree roots and cover them with paper mache. But somehow all the supplies for my artwork ended up in this black guy's car. He started driving off with them. So I hopped into my car and chased him. I followed him all night. Finally he stopped for gas at a convenience store. As he was inside paying, I hastily piled all the stuff from his car into mine and then got in my car and floored it back to my studio. Then I wrote a letter to a friend, telling her what happened.

In a high speed pursuit with 3 friends in the car, I sit in the passenger seat, grabbing onto the armrest of the car as we weave in and out of traffic. The roads are snowy and very slippery. A police car rides up along side us, and nudges our car into oncoming traffic. We dodge the traffic, but the police end up in several head on collisions, taking out all of the pursuing police.

We stop to get gas, and everyone waits inside the car except the driver, who goes inside to pay. We forgot the police were after us, and a cop car is parked just to our right. Out of the corner of my eye, I think I see a female cop sneak into our car. Then the driver is definitely arrested at gun point in the gas station. My friend jumps into the driver's seat and takes off back onto the highway. Not soon after we reach highway speeds, we spin out of control and wipe out off the road with the police close behind us. Pulled from the car, we are driven to some sort of prison.

Each of us is put into a separate cell, but instead of a regular jail, it is a strange hydraulic mechanical room with hot fluids and steam going all directions through pipes. It becomes clear that we are going to be brutally tortured with these high temperature fluids. Before they can come into my cell, I close and barricade the door. I noticed a steam nozzle right outside the door, and I attempt to make it open to buy me some time, but none of the controls seem to do anything. I turn a big valve, and suddenly the room starts to fill with boiling sewage. Not what I had planned.

I spot a ladder and climb up it as fast as I can to get some distance from the poo liquid. At the top, is another level, sort of like a hallway, and my friend from the car is up there! "That was a close call with the hot water" I tell him as he shushes me, pointing to the 3rd level above us where a guard is patrolling, unaware of our presence. We sneak up to the next floor, and whack the guard on the back of the head with a fire extinguisher, knocking the guard unconscious. I take the gun, and notice that this guard was the same cop that snuck into our car earlier at the gas station.

The boiling sewage begins to fill the second level and continues to rise. We climb up to a fourth level, and run to a door at the end of a bridge/hallway. Reminds me of Metal Gear Solid. I open the door, and see a massive room, with huge pipes below. We are looking down on it from about 5 floors high. Very low lighting down there. There is one guard, dressed in camouflage, and holding a mean-looking grenade launcher. My friend and I are quiet as I wait for this guard to patrol into the open so I can get an easy shot on him. He's not doing it, so my friend takes a flashlight, narrows the light beam, and shines it to the far side of the room below yelling, "They're over there!" I think he just gave away our position, but it actually worked. The guard looks right at where the light was, and walks into the open. I take 3 shots at him, and just hit strong body armor. The guard swings the grenade launcher our direction and fires a shot. I close the door just enough to deflect the grenade down the hallway we came from, where it explodes, killing the guard we had knocked unconscious. I quickly try to fire more shots at the guard, but for some reason, the gun doesn't work. It almost does, everything feels right about shooting, it even kicks back, but no bullets are flying through the air. The guard also seems unable to fire at us. Really low on ammo, I concentrate hard, and manage to fire 2 more shots, hitting the guard in the chest, and then wake up.

I start in spectator view. A red (missed MILD cue alert!) car carrying three teenagers gang members pull alongside a cop car, and one of the gang members shoot the cop sitting in back the head.

My brain goes, "Oh, not gruesome enough? Let's see it again close-up!" So that scene replays. At least the cop looked pissed off when she died, instead of surprised or sad. The gang car peels off, and the cops give chase. The cops shoots shotguns at the gang car, and that somehow causes a chain link fence to break. And what would you know, the broken fence frees up zombies.

I get a quick cut to three British hooligans wearing yellow raincoats. The focus is on the fat kid, who is attempting to run past zombies towards a portal. He is getting surrounded, but fortunately, his in-shape friends catch up and disperses the zombies just a little bit. The fat kid still gets surrounded though, but he is pushing on through a small crowd of zombies.

Another quick cut, and it looks like two of the hooligans made it through the portal. One of them is the fat kid, and he lost an arm -- the zombies managed to get a bite in, and his other friend amputated it for him. They walk alongside a cliff side path until they come to some sort of neo-modern flat-house/apartment, where some survivalist are holed up.

The view returns to "my" POV, and I'm part of the survivors alongside my friend K. We remark how amazing it is that the fat kid (we don't call him that to his face) survived, and he needs medical attention immediately. Dream Logic fills in the gap that these kids are part of a group run by M, K's wife (in real-life as well), and K wants to send out a party to investigate. So I'm part of a group to go back through the portal to find out.

But before we set off, we get a ring at the doorbell. We go up to K's room, which has a perfect overhead view of the front door, and there's a skinny blonde woman. She identifies herself as "Amy Adams' friend," and we let her in. I don't know any Amy Adams in real life, so it's a little funny how specific the name is.

(Edit: Okay, so Google reveals Amy Adams is actually a pretty famous actress that I even saw a few movies of. I definitely did not make the connection in my dream.)

Anyways, she joins my team, and suddenly I get a 16-bit side-scroller view of my two companions. There's the blonde woman, who carries a pretty wicked Contra-styled rifle; But like in Contra, she can only take one hit before she'll die. My other companion is another long-haired blond, but I think he's like some sort of futuristic elf; he's some sort of cool, silent sniper-type, and his "rifle" has a feature that turns it into a laser bow. Um, okay then.

We somehow forget about our mission to find M's party. Instead, the King of our survivor group decides to stage a mass exodus towards an underground location (dumb plan 1). So we set out in the middle of the night, forming a single-file line (dumb plan 2), and some of the survivors take this chance to go Trick or Treating. I remark that our group is made up of idiots, so I ask K to guard the rear while I move ahead to guard the middle.

We safely arrive at our location, and the blond elf and I scout ahead inside a building that is jutting out of the ground. The insides of the place looks like the bombed-out ruins of an office designed by M.C. Escher, with stairs circling a giant pit. We don't get too far before Elfy comes across a creepy, bloody, and naked woman, who is clearly infected. After a brief struggle, Elfy shoots her down. I should note that it is "completely" dark in here, but Elfy's weapon releases a neon-green discharge that lingers at the end of his rifle, soooo not the most stealthy thing ever.

Anyways, a couple of us investigate the corpse, in which suddenly, an alien parasite bursts out of her stomach and starts snapping at Elfy (ew!). One of the other guys, who looks like the chunky best friend played by Jonah Hill in a stoner movie, appears. His left arm is apparently the same arm as Hellboy's (um...), and in this world, that hand has the property of disrupting these aliens (...'kay...). So Handy grabs the parasite, which implodes/shrivels in a flash of light.

The King, who is there now, decides to drop a bomb made of light that shares the same property as the Hellboy arm (again, Dream Logic is taking leaps here) into the depths of the ruins. The bomb is called a "Grounswell" here, which I guess is a pretty apt name. Anyways, when the bomb detonates, it causes all the other infected creatures to come rushing up (dumb plan 3). The dream ends here.

Tues 2013-10-08 (city)
30 mins exercise morning
00:00 bedtime
fell asleep easily and quickly
04:14
F) motorcycle backing it up with folding my coat, doing some kind of check, checking the armpit
07:31
1) Driving fast in a car, fishtailing around big corners, I'm a passenger, we're chased by the cops. We arrive at the music camp, get out of the car and walk into the camp, the cops get out of the cars behind us and say "Hey guys, stop!". 3 or 4 FBI agents are trying to shock the story out of me. I turn around and see a cop pointing a gun at me in the music camp we arrived to. He almost shoots me. I turn and see a gun pointed right at my forehead almost point blank range (I see a bullet in the chamber, copper colored), and I shout "Hey!". This startles the cop who quickly points his gun down to the ground and "pop!" fires it as if he couldn't stop the reaction of pulling the trigger but he could move the aim. They're trying to shock me into confessing, I said yes I was in the car but the other guy was driving, but I was totally against what the driver was doing. Now I'm totally outraged that they almost killed me and said something like there's no way I have to cooperate now.

2) Scene in a home, my home, sitting on a laptop in living room of CU home, I'm sitting in a chair but it's way too low below the table, then I get in another chair, with arms and a cushion on the seat and this is a really comfortable chair. I'm at the right height, doing something with the laptop. Going around the house, there's another room that is like an office in a hidden place behind a door which I always wondered where that place led to. It's a private office. Going on on to the street down the driveway, a guy approaches wanting to show me something. I realize there's a neighborhood procession/walk going on. I imagine a car driving in the road, you're not allowed to pass the car that's going to make a right turn from the left lane.

3) A movie opening scene where a woman is remembering the past. I recognize the background as a stripmall near where I live. Woman meets two friends and they remember the past. I'm DO. Backdrop is stores like Taco Bell, she's sitting under a canopy / small dome lined with flowering vines. She sits there. I'm amazed that I recognize the scene.

4) Murder mystery. Sitting down in an indoor atrium at a table with a beautiful blonde woman. We're talking. I'm amazed that there's a Sichaun hot Chinese food restaurant in the atrium to my right. It has a glass front wall, can see inside. (I think the lettering actually read "Sihuan".) There's an insignia like a trident in gold on the glass. I think this symbol means spicy. I'm looking inside to see if it's open. There are people inside. Suddenly we only have one chair and she's standing, and I bring the woman to sit on my lap. We start making out. She's asking "what are the things that you like to do?" I don't want to tell her about my technical profession for fear of turning her off., she'll think I'm a geek. I'm trying to think of something clever to say to avoid this, so I tell her "I like kissing you." Scene changes. The woman was wearing a neurotoxin on her lips. My orientation switches back and forth between being the target of the murder and being a side observer. Some other of the woman's partners-in-crime are cleaning up the murder scene. They're trying to decide what to leave and what to take away. There's a plate with a single long unfinished noodle on it amid a watery bright red sauce. They leave the plate on the ground. I think of going somewhere, "Oh no," the police say, "you're not going anywhere. There's a long room (like a hotel conference room, with a long table covered by a white tablecloth) with two dead bodies on the table. The room is filled with police. They're working there trying to solve the mystery. I enter the boys locker room. I'm trying to find medication to counter the effects of the neurotoxin on the kiss. I pass by a bunch of boys at their lockers and I find my locker. There are some medical supplies inside. I take one bottle with me. There's a guard at the door. I ask him if I have what I need to get rid of the neurotoxin. He gives some advice.

5) I've arrived to a parking lot on a hill slanting down. It's snowy and slippery. My van slips and starts tumbling down the lot, turning over repeatedly. At one point it rolls over another car and I hope it won't stops in a position where it's not upright, how the hell am I going to get it upright again? I'm very upset about this, "what am I going to do?" It eventually stops, I grab a multi-gallon plastic fuel container from the passenger side window, and I can't figure out if the container holds urine or gasoline. I'm trying to smell it and can't figure it out.

6) Scene in a courtoom. The jury is made up of immensely fat women, who are bored. In perfect unison, they (4-6 of them) stand up and turn around and sit back down again, turning their backs on the courtroom. The judge instructs them not to do this so their bodies don't get tired: ergonomics. Then in a few seconds they in perfect unision stand up turn around, and sit down, facing forwards to the court again.

10:06
7) Watching something with former boss, I ask him if he's taken his school initiation yet. Watching a racquetball game (DS). Two girls are playing, they don't know the rules. The serve goes long but they keep playing the point.

8) riding a bicycle down SNR street (steep street). The street is filled with sand. I'm cooly pushing out the back wheel of the bike perpendicular to the hill (DS), and adjusting the front wheel pointing down the hill, sliding down in this manner. I go up again behind a guy on a horse.

10:11 Getting up. Some long back-to-sleeps. Could sleep more. Nice recall today! Late morning clearly a sweet spot for recall.

I don't want to psych myself out here, but I definitely see a pattern now: wake around 4th/5th hour after bed, quick keyword journal, bathroom, BTB, MILD reps....and lie there awake for a few hours . Get up, eat breakfast, read some, back to bed about 2 hours later, feel sleepy, almost fall asleep a few times, eventually I do sleep, and get some dreams. Go for a fast walk/slow jog in the park for about an hour, work up a good sweat and get my heart rate up to a good aerobic range. Knees are a bit tired. Hopefully the outside air and exercise will kick in and help me get back to sleep after MILD reps tonight. If not I may keep some Valerian extract on hand by the bed in case getting back to sleep is taking too long. I don't want to take it every night so that my body develops a resistance to it.


1) I'm in a building on a fairly high floor, I know my loved one is being kidnapped, she's outside and the bad guys are going to take her away. I jump down about 3 floors in a stairwell, and am surprised for a moment that my legs don't hurt. I look out a window to the ground at the bad guys in the car preparing to get away, and they're too far down to jump. I'm suddenly outside by the car, a large black Hummer-like vehicle with no top. The bad-guys are dressed in black suits like secret service agents, there are a handful of them standing in the car. I get in as well, the car takes off. I make some demands and one of them threatens to push me backwards out the door. I'm half in/half out of the car, with a leg hanging outside, and the driver is swerving close to other cars and the wall to get me out of the car. Another car drives comes up along by me and I call out to the driver to help me, the driver is a young dark-skinned woman who immediately consents, and I (quite effortlessly) dive through the driver side window into the front passenger's seat.

2) I'm walking along a very nice path near a river, a wall is on my left the river is on my right. I reach a place where the wall moves farther away from the river creating a larger area, the area is filled with sand. There are a few men standing there also admiring the area. One of them wants to build an art studio there. I'm annoyed by this and say that this is a place available to everyone and no one has the right to make it into a commercial enterprise. I gesture to the river and say what a great place this is to fish. Walking farther down this path the wall grows very high. I become aware of a vehicle approaching, and I have the urge to hide from it. The wall stops and I turn around it, where the land climbs up in a steep sandy hill. The area is wide open and I want to get high enough to hide behind a column in the wall. The hill is sandy and climbing it quickly is hard. I make it up, and look down over the top of the wall to see a vehicle has stopped right below. I notice it is the princess/queen's vehicle and relax. I prepare myself for her arrival, she walks up the hill and meets me. I bow deeply to her, feeling self-conscious, and kiss the back of her hand. I know we are betrothed to be married. Later we are talking together, I try to spell the word "family" in a foreign language, she says that's not right and points out the "correct" word (which is a nonsense word in the FL) on a shampoo bottle. I see her finger repeatedly pointing out this word.

1. I am in a very posh, large house. I live here. There are other people who live here too, but they are all much older than I. I overhear a man in the next room having a conversation on the phone. Something about the conversation really upsets me, and when he hangs up the phone, he enters the room that I am in. I begin throwing objects from my surroundings at him. I want to hurt him. He keeps asking me to let him explain, but I won''t. I want to hurt him.

2. I am hiding in the bushes along the side of a road. A car comes by and picks me up. The driver is a DC, but it feels like we've met before. Before long, we are in a chase. Another car is closing in behind us. We are both panicked.

Police Chase
The reason why I love dreams like this is because it re-defines what you label as a dream and how you could of got lucid on so many occasions but it feels like you are just observing a sceen. Anyway so the guy off West Coast Customs came to my house and well, I don't remember his name because it's a old show and I don't watch it much. Anyway for some reason in this dream he was hear to evaluate some film equipment, stuff like jackets that were used on set and stuff. The funny thing his that there was another guy in my house, I wasn't even the owner of this stuff but he was still getting it evaluated in my house!
So he asked this guy how he got his hands on Pinewood Kit. And he simply replied with "I stole them" and well he looked very nervous (the reviewer) and said "you can't do that the police will be on you in a second, we have to leave now" and for some reason I was all wound up in this so I had to go as well. I remember hearing police sirens in my head and they got louder as I reached the window but when I looked there was nothing there. Also it's a good time to note that it was night time. The West Coast Customs got in to his Lamborghini Gallardo and shot off. Soon after so did I and the other guy, but I don't know what happened to him because from this point on I didn't see him. And then my whole perspective changed and I was driving a car which I was viewing from a aerial point of view. And it was sort of cartoon but I wouldn't say that it was fully like that. There was police blocks and all that stuff has if a murder had just happened or something like that. And I drove around and they barely even noticed me, but I continued to hear sirens in my dream head. Then I woke up at 4:00am and I really don't feel like going back to sleep

11/14/2012

In this dream I am some sort of private investigator. I go to this lady's house to work a case about her missing dog. The dream started out like a few fairly regular days. I went to the neighbors and questioned them. Then I questioned the lady's daughter's friends. Very basic stuff. A lot of downtime walking and driving places. I always knew where I was going but nothing was actually familiar from real life. The first night I am there we sit down and have thai food for dinner and I go upstairs with the daughter to watch some weird Japanese horror movie. It was very bizarre and I didn't follow the plot very well. At some point during the movie I realize the daughter is into me, which is cool with me because she is a very pretty girl who is home from college for Thanksgiving break. Things get heated and we have a little dream sex then I go to bed in my room (the guest room). I wake up the next day and that day progresses just like any normal day would. Meals, talks, driving, and all kinds of normal mundane stuff. I didn't really question anybody at this point. I think the whole detective part faded out after the first day. Later on the second night me, my brother, the daughter, and one of her friends go to see a movie at the movie theater after dinner. I don't remember what it was about really either because I was occupied with the daughter, although it was strange because there was an intermission during the movie kinda like a play has. Everyone got up and went outside the theater. My brother and I go to the concession stand and grab a few beers for everyone while we waited for the second half of the movie. Instead of going back in though we took off. My brother was in a different car and driving way too fast. A cop pulled out behind him and gave chase. The cop ends up flipping his car off the road. We all go and help him out of his car and he decides to let my brother off for speeding since we helped him. What a guy. We go back to the house and get ready for bed. I am brushing my teeth when the mom comes into the bathroom and tries to jump my bones. I reject her even though she is also good looking. I tell her it is because I am into her daughter. She breaks down and starts crying hysterically. I go to comfort her and she shows me cuts all up and down her arms and says she has been cutting since her husband died. I continue to console her until she feels better and gives her blessing for me being with her daughter. I go lay in bed with her daughter and discuss her mom and what happened, have some more dream sex, and go to sleep. I wake up the next day and stay through lunch, then I leave because I had some other obligation. I wake up as I was leaving. This is by far the most realistic dream I have ever had. I was fully immersed in this other life. When I woke up for real I was completely confused. I didn't know where I was or what day it was. One of the most bizarre experiences I have ever had but cool at the same time.

Non-dream Dream

Dream 1:

I am in New York during the terrorist attacks. I am in a raft in the ocean by the statue of liberty. I find a rocky shore and paddle to it. There is a hiking trail there which I follow up to a railing. Over this railing is a very long fall down into the ocean. Mac, Charlie (from Always Sunny in Philadelphia) and I take turns faking the jump.

Dream 2:

There is a crazy driver in my neighborhood driving on the sidewalks and on peoples lawns. It is a blue car. He almost hits two small children. I am the only one running after him trying to stop him. I yell at all of my neighbors for not helping me. A raccoon jumps out of the blue car and starts tormenting me. It knows how to manipulate / create electricity and it tries to shock me. I manage to lock it in the bedroom (which at this point is my parent's room on Pam Ln). Then I call 911 and wake up.

Dream 3:

Some chick, I think it is TE, is sitting at a bar with me. JG, my old boss, is there as well. TE is willing to do all kinds of sexual favors in exchange for chores. It was really really fun.

My best friend and I are about to take. Ride in his car (Mercedes Benz). Our location is Park Merced----a straight path with trees on opposite sides that heads straight to the freeway---the perfect get away. *Two men approach my friend one whom I suspect is from a movie by spike lee. He wore all black he was black with silk hair---he also played in Breaking bad as an undercover drug lord. The other Also wore black, with black gloves. I remember he was white, and he had a buzz cut---the way he spoke was very direct, like an Italian monster would speak. The white man insisted on driving my friends car. My friend agreed as if he had known these people----so we hop in the car and what do you know we were in for a ride! With in seconds we are being chased by cops. Me in the passenger my friend in the back seat along with the guy from breaking bad. The white man is making all these trick turns! Explaining to my friend watch this! And he would dodge a cop by making some crazy turn. Before you know we are running away from cops in a mall. I remember the man was sliding through people, I seen all these crazy advertisements that we destroyed by driving through them. The cops were still on our tail! Do as much crazy stunts as he was. To my amazement we all were calm---I mean the white man was constantly speaking about his next move, but we all were just experiencing the ride!*

The fun would soon come to an end though! The driver had crashed through this big advertisement. A white woman who was sporting makeup---her eyes where like dark blue and her shadow was black with a hint of blue around her eyes---it really brung out her beauty...before we destroyed it. We were in a make up store (I would guess sephora) running through aisles and still dodging the cops. But then our chase came to an end. The white guy made an exaggerating turn and it slid into a stop. We were trapped in a beauty department and the cops were right in front of us.

Then *woke up! In my best friends room. I looked at him and he start to explain the dream to me. He was so excited! He explained every detail---and I start to tell him how I dreamed that as well. Both of us were amazed!----then suddenly my friend ask if I wanted something to eat. With in seconds I could smell the great cooking from his mother (it smelt sooooooo flood).


Then I really wake up...I wished I had stayed asleep for breakfast lol

Allahu Ekbar*

WILD attempt #5
Awake: I look over to my alarm clock. 3:30 A.M?! I was supposed to be awake at 1:00 A.M. I roll on my back, I'm not wide awake, but I'm not groggy either, maybe I should try a WILD anyway. I do. I turn on my NatureSpace app, I put it on infinite ocean, and lie on my side.
HH and HJ: The first sign that I'm getting somewhere are the hypnic jerks. I get these around my legs, and a couple times on my back. I lie for awhile longer. My thoughts dwell a little but never enough to get me out of it. After awhile something happens that has never happened before. I see these white rings suddenly fly towards me, they're very blurred, like the green lights in my previous HH, but they also give me a light headed feeling. It's as if I'm flying through them. These go away and I don't feel anything except the occasional jerk. I'm still without the numbness and heaviness i get in my legs and arms. I think I need to relax more and meditate less.
Awake: After 33 minutes I call it a quits and go to non-lucid sleep.

Some kind of Paradise
Non-Lucid: I'm walking on a stone road. With me are Natasha (friend) and Charlie (Not so much my friend), there may have been someone else but I paid them no attention. It's an absolutely beautiful summer day out, but where we are I don't know. It's some Skyrim-esque terrain, lot's of mountains, but no snow. Just perfect, my dreamland. We come across a small house, and would you believe, it's that god damn Russian/gypsy lady again! Only a glimpse, and I'm not 100% sure it is here, but I think it is. (I sure hope she isn't my dream sign). Next to a house is a huge change in the path. 90 degrees to be exact, no problem though. We climb up it without a sinch, except for me at the top. Charlie offers me his hand to help me up (in real life I would get over the ridge easily but in the dream I was struggling) I reach for it but he doesn't give it to me. Natasha doesn't notice, and after a minute he helps me up. It's a beautiful sight up here, To our left is a small bay, to our right, mountains and plains and ahead, ocean. There's one lone sailboat in the bay, and the water is calm. My subconscious decides it wants charlie gone, he's out of the dream. Me Natasha, and this other guy (I believe to be Natasha/Charlies friend Connor, nice guy) lie down. I crack a joke, they laugh, and she come up with some witty response. For some reason (Maybe we were called by someone) we get up and hop off the little cliff we're on and walk back the way we came. I wish this dream could have lasted longer, but that's where it ends.

Look out below!
Non-Lucid: I'm in the passenger seat. It's night time and the driver is speeding down a street in the city. "He is driving like a nut" I think to myself. Ahead is a highway entrance, the driver hits the side of it (those large cinder barriers are on the side) and we fly off into the sky. It's like some kind of physics bug from GTA. I ask him what happening to his car. No response. I repeat myself. Still no response. We land in the river. The guy finally says he will call emergency services. I panic and ask what river this is. Is there a waterfall in it? He says yes, oh man, we're screwed, game over man. Then this natural river suddenly transforms into some kind of theme park river. I jump onto the side where there are wooden boards holind up some images for people on the other side to see. I climb down to the end of the ride, my friend and the police are waiting for me. The dream ends.

Persuasive Monsters
Non-lucid: I'm in a library. I'm taking some kind of lesson, it must be with computers because we all have laptops. The guy sitting in front of me is Connor (Different Connor, I've gotten into physical fights with this one in the past). He turns around and says something, I get angry and retort. One thing leads to another and we are both steaming, both ready to throw the first punch. The teacher, a balding guy with a soul patch, asks me to move. I go to a booth in the corner, there are some other girls there. Little did I know that these girls are vampires! They throw me some pitch about how great it is to be a vampire, and all of the cool things you can do. Time zooms forward, I'm in a hallway. Two of the vampire girls are there along with a normal human. It's some induction ceremony, all you have to do it chew a jawbreaker sized piece of gum and a smoked chocolate doughnut (My Subconscious is a weirdo). The human girls put the gum in her mouth to reveal grotesque, black teeth with huge fangs. Halfway through the doughnut I remember that I don't want to be a vampire. The two vampire girls go off about a guy who once didn't finish the ceremony like me, and that now he cries blood everyday. At this point my alarm goes off (thank god)

(There is a "trigger warning" on the content of this dream.)


I am an archeology student working in a museum in Montreal. I have volunteered to document and study items that are in the backrooms of the museum's storage areas. All of the items had been ignored or forgotten about because no previous archeologists thought they were important. The civilizations or cultures and time frame the artifacts come from are unknown and it is my job to find out when and where they came from. The items I found and set aside to look at include various peices of ancient looking jewelry, a few peices of pottery and a roughly triangular peice of metalwork that features some sort bird with its wings spead out and the bird's head facing to the right. The outline of the bird and the outer edge of the peice is orange while the background is a deep blue. I give this item the name of the "Eagle Crest."

I tell my department head (Professor Alberts) about the items and he doesn't seem interested at first but says that I can continue my investigations as long as they do not interfere with my other student studies in the museum. One night, after closing time, I am working on a thesis on a computer in one of the museum offices and suddenly a bunch of screens and files start popping up at random and I cannot close them. The files that are appearing are refering to some of the items I found and disclosed to Prof. Alberts and when the files start being downloaded to an outside source I finally realize that the computer is being hacked and I turn it off.

The next day I tell Prof. Alberts what happened and he tells me to put the items in his office where they will be safe, which I do, except for the Eagle Crest, which I had on my desk, because I wanted to study it that night. When night comes, after everyone has gone home, the museum is broken into and the box of artifacts I had set aside to study was stolen from Prof. Alberts's office, except for the crest which was in my desk in another part of the museum. The buglars stole nothing else and seemed to beeline only for that box of artifacts and this made me think that they knew exactly what they were looking for and knew where to find it. Suspecting an inside job, I do not tell Prof. Alberts that I still have the Eagle Crest and instead I hide it in one of the unorganized and unused storerooms filled with undocumented artifacts, knowing that no one will find it there. I am also worried that if I come forward that I did not put the crest where it was supposed to go the night of the robbery, that people will think I had something to do with the robbery itself or knew about it in some way.

Later I am in my apartment thinking about the crest and the robbery and the nagging feeling that the two are related somehow. It is early in the morning because I have not been able to sleep and I am in my night clothes with are nothing more than an orange tank top and blue panties. I am so deep in thought that I do not hear someone enter my apartment until that person opens my bedroom door. It is a tall, thin, blond man, wearing glasses and dressed in a black suit. He is holding a handgun and demands that I get dressed and come with him. I am freaked out that someone is in my apartment but also angry and embarassed that I am walked in on when wearing so little clothing. I demand that he turn around so I can change but he says no and watched me with no expression as I get dressed. I ask him who he is and where we are going but he ignores me and says that I need my identifaction and passport. I resist leaving my apartment but the man says that I am in danger if I stay and that he is taking me somewhere safe. I demand to know why I should trust him and he says that there are some gangsters on their way to kidnap me because they think I know the location of the Eagle Crest and that they will torture me to get the location of it. I ask the man how I am supposed to know if I can trust him or not but he ignores me again, grabs my arm and drags me downstairs to his car waiting behind the building. I know he has a gun so I don't want to piss him off and just obey.

As we are in his car and pulling out of the apartment complex driveway, a car pulls up to the front of the building and several large, burly looking men in dark suits and wearing sunglasses get out and start toward the apartment. One of them looks our way and they seem to recognize either me or the man I am with because he begins shouting and the other men begin running our way, pulling out guns and pointing them in our direction. The blond man speeds out of there and down the street as fast as he can, even as the gangsters start shooting in our direction. The blond man ignores the traffic lights and roadsigns and races through the streets at top speed but soon the dark car is behind us and we are followed all the way out of Montreal. We speed and weave through traffic and eventually seem to lose our pursuers. I ask my kidnapper where we are going and he says New York City. I begin crying because I am scared and the man says that I should not be afraid because none of this is my fault and that he is just trying to protect me. I say I still don't know if I can trust him or not, and he asks me to open the glove compartment which I do. Inside is a large silver coloured hand gun and he asks me to take it. I protest because I have never held a gun before, let alone use one, and he says that it is for my protection and that he will tell me how to use it.

Shortly after giving me instructions on how to use the gun and telling me to hide it in my bag, the blond man loses control of his car when we are rear ended by the dark car filled with gangsters that has suddenly caught up with us. The car skids out of control and comes to a stop in a ditch and before the blond man can reach for his own gun, several of the gangsters open fire through the driver's side window and he is struck several times. I am pulled kicking and screaming from the passenger side and dragged over to the gangster car and forced into the trunk. My bag is still hanging over my side and the gangsters do not search through it. It is hot and cramped in the trunk and we drive for a long time. I do not know how long but it is dark by the time the goons stop at a motel and finally let me out of the trunk. They let me go to the bathroom in the motel room and I lock myself in and cry for a while. Eventually they bash the door down and force me to come out. None of the gangsters talk to me at first, but one tries to get me to tell him the location of the Eagle Crest by saying that they will let me go immediately if I tell them where it is. I say that I don't know and that it was stolen when the museum I was interning at was broken into. This is the answer I give many time when they press the same question many times in different ways. Eventually they give up and let me fall asleep on one of the beds.

I wake up at some point in the night and without moving myself much to alert them to my wakened state I try to see were the goons are. Two are sleeping on chairs by the window and I cannot determine the location of the third, but the fourth is laying on the other motel bed with his pants pulled down and masterbating to a pornographic film playing on the television. I am using my bag as a pillow and I can feel the outline of the gun under my head, but I still lay motionless, fearful to alert the gangster who is still awake that I too am conscious. I close my eyes with the intention of waiting for the guy to fall asleep but just then the gangster that I could not locate comes out of the bathroom and jokes with the other guy that they should rape me while I am sleeping. The other guy thinks that is a great idea and rolls off of his bed and on top of me. I scream and struggle and try to reach for the gun but I am dragged out of its reach by the two goons who pull me to the end of the end and start ripping my clothes off of me. My screams awaken the other two gangsters and they fight off the would be rapists and remind them that I am not to be harmed until "the Boss" can speak to me.

The goons start arguing and even fistfighting and I am able to grab my bag and lunge at the door. One of the gangsters grabs my legs and pulls me to the floor, as the other three goons take no notice and continue fighting amounst themselves, and while the guy who has me struggles to hold my logs with both arms, my hands are free and I pull the gun out of my bag, unlock the safety and stoot the guy holding me squarely in the forehead. The other three gangsters stop fighting and stand stunned for a second as I scramble out of the dead man's grasp and for the door. The gangsters simutaneously reach for their steel and I am sure that I am dead when the motel room door is kicked in and a hail of machine gun bullets rips into the bodies of the remaining gangters and cuts them down where they stand.

I look up and see the blond haired man from before standing there holding two mini tommi guns, blood from his own gunshot wounds all over his shirt and a trickle of blood out of his mouth. He is backlit from headlights in the parking lot and looks enraged as he stands there and stares down the bloody corpses of my kidnappers. His expression softens when he sees that I am alright and I don't know how he survived being shot several times but he takes me away from there and we continue drivng down the highway - I assume to New York City, but I am not sure because I cannot remember anything more from this dream other than that the blond man reveals that Prof. Alberts organized both the robbery and my kidnapping and was "the Boss" behind the whole mess. He also revels what the Eagle Crest is and why it is important (it is magic or something?) but I cannot remember exactly what the details were now.