I was at the pool at my family's old health club. I noticed that I didn't need to hold my breath to stay underwater and it felt very relaxing just floating there underwater. Also, the pool was much deeper than it is IWL. Eventually the lifeguard thought that I was drowning and pulled me out of the water. I apologized for calling him into action and told him that I was totally fine. I had a dream that involved my mom wanting me to drive the family's old van. I didn't want to do it. I was in a Cafe in the outlet mall a couple miles from my house. (I don't know if it is there IWL, but I could 'sense' where I was. I ran into my friend sitting at a large table all by himself. We already have a C and an H so we'll call him CH. So I sat down with him. I remember thinking that I might want to go get some tea or something from the Cafe. But I haven't seen CH in years so we wanted to get our hellos out of the way. I went to the Cafe and bought some tea. A little expensive, but nothing too out of the ordinary. When I sat back down CH was looking through my art portfolio. There were a bunch of large drawings in it that are not there IWL. The looked like drawings that I did as a child. One was particularly good though. I remembered that I wanted to show him something on the back. When I turned it back over onto the front the particularly good drawing was gone. I began cascading into lucidity as I noticed that turning the drawings over, or looking away from them produced different results each time. I transitioned from the Cafe to my living room. I still had one of the drawings in my hand. I then did a nose pinch just to confirm that I was dreaming. Oh, yeah. My parents were sitting on the couch across from me. My dad had his arm over my mom's shoulder. I told them that I was lucid dreaming and had to go do my goals. They smiled, almost creepily and said OK. I walked around the kitchen of my house, rubbing my hands on things and stabilizing. At one point, I pulled out a drawer. It was full of CD cases in neat rows. But the drawer was broken, one of the sides was missing. I thought to myself that I could fix it. I looked away, and the side was fixed. I closed it. I went to the door to go outside, but all I could see outside the windows was black. I couldn't even see that the front porch was there. I closed my eyes and tried to have it appear as day when I opened them. Nope, still dark outside. I then tried to transport myself directly onto a beach. (Why a beach? Because that was where many of my early lucid dreams took place. It just seemed like a good place to go.) I closed my eyes and visualized a beach. It seemed to be working, but when I came out of it, I was still in my house. I tried again. This time, when I visualized the beach, Manei was there. But when I came out of it, I was still in my house. I then thought that my bedroom might be a better place to change the scene. I have a huge potted tree that could be perfect for bringing me to a tropical/beach environment. I made my way up the steps. But when I got to the top, and turned down the hall to go into my room, I felt a presence. I looked behind me to see someone emerge from the wall. The means by which they emerged from the wall was pretty psychedelic and difficult to describe in words. It could best be described as pushing into a taught blanket from the other side until it peeled away from the wall and he became a figure cloaked in that yucky beige color my parents painted the walls. As I saw the figure coming down on me, I wasn't so much scared as I was 'are you serious?!'. I found myself more annoyed by this being than anything else because I had lucid goals to attend to. He wrapped me up in mummy wrapping scarves, and then picked me up feet first. Originally, I thought I could simply overpower the being. That didn't work, it's movements and grip felt as strong as steel. I managed to get a hand free. I looked down and saw the barefoot leg of a man. I put my hand up to it and tried to picture a steel spike forming out of my hand and going through the leg. Nothing happened. The being carried me into the guest bedroom and wrestled me onto the bed. By this point, I had both hands free. "Stop! You are a nightmare! What do you represent?!" No response. "This is my dream! I'm not scared of you, whoever you are!" I said, venting my annoyance. It was at this point that I realized that this being was no monster, but merely a man. I started trying to punch him, but my hits didn't connect with any meaningful force. It felt as though I was simply punching a pillow. I, instead tried to peel away the cloak and mummy scarves, that felt as though they were made out of paper. I managed to peel away the scarves around his face. I saw the face of a late 30's-early 40's man with short hair and a stubble-ish mustache. He looked a little like my father, if he was more of a military type. I couldn't help but thing that this man was an agent or a part of some task force. I he still seemed intent on restraining me. I then had one more idea. I put my right hand behind my back and manifested a dreamcatcher. I broke free of his grip completely and floated to the end of the bed. I held up the dreamcatcher. It was no bigger than my hand, but I could see the feathers hanging down from the bottom. "Nightmare Ward!" Now before anyone asks, I don't know where those words came from. I guess it was just the first thing that I thought to say. The man went from being determined and aggressive to terrified faster than anyone I've seen. He started to scream in defeat and the dream went dark. Officially, that's the third nightmare that I've vanquished. I false awoke on my bed. I figured that I should get out of bed and write down the dream. I made it to the door of my room when I false awoke a second time. I was laying in bed, suspicious of my reality. Eventually, I started moving to preform a nose pinch. Yep, still dreaming. I sat up in bed. I then woke up a third time. I was awake for real this time, but I felt that I could DEILD if I tried. I figured that I wanted to get up and write my lucid while I still had it.
I was in my old high school. There was some dream-logicy explanation for this, we were taking our 'Final Final' Exams. I was trying to remember what order my classes were in from high school. (Don't feel bad, even IWL I can't figure out the order.) I remember walking around. I saw blurry, incorrect and sometimes downright hilarious interpretations of all of my old teachers from high school. I remember going to this one class in G wing where we were having a pizza party and people were giving presentations for their final exams. The class room had card tables rather than desks. I had a couple slices of pizza and some lemonade, and it was time for the presentation to start. The odd part was that a younger version of yourself had to give a presentation that the older version of yourself had written. So there was a younger version of me in the classroom. Based upon height/hairstyle I would guess this was myself from late elementary school. I think I recall some detail that this actually wasn't me from the past. It was an elementary school student who had looked me up as part of his project where he had to imitate a high school student as closely as possible. It was part of their end of the project. I recall him having a shark tooth necklace like the one I used to wear in late elementary school. I freaked out for a minute because I didn't have my presentation but after I looked in my backpack I found a couple sheets of typed paper. I handed that to my past self and he started presenting. I can't recall any of what he said, but the teacher seemed to like it and was smiling. ... I somehow wound up outside the school, but the school was floating in space and the exterior was covered in gray metal paneling. Running down the side of the building were hundreds of these little experiment canisters that I had to open. When I opened them, a prompt would come up saying. 'You feel like you had better not let anyone else see this data...' Also, I wasn't wearing a space suit and questioned how I was not dead/dying in the vacuum of space. There wasn't really an explanation for it. As I was opening them a green bar was filling up. When it got to the top (after opening about a dozen of the canisters) a space shuttle appeared and I found myself in the pilot's seat. I somehow knew that I was descending and I strapped myself in to the chair. I started to hit the atmosphere and the space shuttle heated up. I wish I recalled this part better. I was coming down over a cloudy patch and I wouldn't know what I was going to see until after I got through the clouds. I then saw that it was a road not too far outside of my hometown. I somehow managed to get the landing gear down, and when I touched down on the road actually rather smoothly. But I couldn't figure out how to stop. Plus there were a bunch of cars on the road and I was running them over. I started to get lucid at this point, because even though I was probably killing dozens of people, I didn't really feel like that mattered. Eventually the landing gear broke off, and the shuttle started sliding down the road on its belly. It eventually came to a stop, but I had no idea where I was. Some subdivision with large trees and small houses, but I didn't recognize it from anywhere in my hometown. I opened the hatch and hopped down onto the street. I was lucid now, but I got the dream ending feeling. I tried to hang on with a little dream stabilization, but I didn't get much time before waking up.
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Riding my bicycle along a road, it begins to get steeper and steeper. There are other people also on bicycles who had to stop and walk their bikes. I even see a few cars that are unable to climb the hill. It's so steep, that it's hard to walk up. I'm in a higher gear, but the hill came on so fast that I am unable to downshift as quickly as I would like, and just muscle through it for a few pedal strokes as the bike downshifts. People tell me I can't make it, but I believe I can. My legs feel like they are on fire, as they shake with all my energy going into each pedal stroke. I'm still not in the lowest gear, but I know that if I downshift, I will lose all my momentum and that will be the end of it for me. So I push on, letting my legs burn, shake, and otherwise crank the pedals in each revolution. As the hill gets even steeper, I push even harder - beyond where I thought my maximum limit existed. I even start to gain some speed as the hill gets steeper. It's like my legs are growing stronger the more I push myself. Passing beyond everyone, I feel happy that I didn't give up when no one else believed in me. I take this dream as encouragement to always believe in myself and give life everything I've got, no matter how things look to others, and even no matter how hopeless things may look to me.
I dreamt I was walking down the road with my dad and sister to go to this pool party, but for some reason we stopped at my neighbor's house and they wanted to grab a bite at mcdonalds. They talked to us through this camera on their garage door and put us to sleep with this gas but then we woke up in their car and it was third person view for a second. Suddenly it was first person and there was another tiny camera on the rear view mirror and it was my brother's step-mother (we dont have the same dad) talking to us through it. she could drive the car remotely and took us to mcdonalds. It didn't take long for us to get back, and it was just me in the car and for some reason I was trying to gather all of my french fries that spilled all over the car, and she started driving down the street. The car door is wide open on my side and I'm just hanging out, eating my french fries. Suddenly a car behind us comes speeding down, goes off the road and runs this lady over, 3 other people freak out and I'm like "Get out of here" and we start to drive away but I decide to turn around because since I was a witness I didn't want to flee the scene and have the cops arrest me for running. We went back, but then we passed it again. Later I was at my house and all of my papers were sorted out on the floor, and people were in my room and I told them what happened. Then I had another world of warcraft dream where I was flying on a wyvern as a blood elf paladin, and talking in chat. Then I remember jumping up and down in orgrimmar for some reason, then flying away to go to the portal to take me to draenor. Then I dreamt I was in school, my math class and we sit in vertical rows, I was in the back and had an assigned seat. I sat there and beside me was my friend, and then this other dude who is kind of shady and doesnt often shower. A little while in to class, my friend scoots over and she says "this dude is really creepy and won't stop rambling..." and she goes on about that. Then we have to do this assignment were we have to make a rhyme for all these different problems, and the problem I'm on is about this king, I look over at my friend's paper and just copied what she had. Then the bell rang as I was thinking of another and as I was walking down the hallway I started talking to another friend of mine. After that I had a lucid dream. I was "watching" this dude do a "lucid dream let's play". (although I felt as if I wasn't actually manifested in the dream, it was just the guy playing). he says "okay, I'm going to do a reality check... everything seems fine" (then I do one myself... I feel it but ignore it but I know something's off) and then he's on this cliff thats green and looks fake like a video game, he gets in a fake looking black jet and he says "we're going to follow the story of the dream, but I want you guys in the comments to tell me whether or not you want that, for now we will follow the story." I do another reality check and I notice it that time, and I manifest myself in the dream, take control of the jet and I fly to my house. Suddenly I'm in my room. I hop up and rub my hands together, nothing happens so I shout DREAM CLARITY! and WHOOSH a sensation through my body and I see as the whole room goes crazy. I walk around my house and I decide to try out the spinning thing, so I rub my hands together and spin around and the dream goes nuts again, but I'm still in my room. I make it daytime and try to fly out my kitchen window, but when I get outside it's night again. I think it's fine. I decide to fly off, and as I'm going I crash land. Then I try to make a helicopter thinking that'd be cool, and I start hovering through the air and I make helicopter sounds, but then I go through a bunch of oak tree branches and I fall down. I try a jet, doesn't work. I try the helicopter again and I fly over this huge chainlink fence in my backyard and I land in this other yard, it has one street light lighting it up and it has two, longish buildings, but theyre still kinda small, and different buildings in the background. I jump up on one and I think "oh, crap, my dream goals thats right! I should practice that" so I'm on the roof, and I think to myself "When I turn around, (girl from my school's name) will be there!" I turn around and nothing. I look away and think "When I turn around, Sonata Dusk will be there!" I turn around and WHOA there she is! I was so proud that I did it in one lucid dream. I hop down and my alarm goes off and everything fades to black and suddenly I'm in the material world......
December 13, 2014 More Boring than Homework I was in a crafts class or homework session of some sort, working on something. I finished the work early, and left. But it was boring, whatever I decided to do, so I went back to the class. What a Nice House I was in a foreign place. Or at least a different state. My family was on vacation there. An elderly woman was driving me to the house my family was staying in for the trip, and she said "Was für ein schönes Haus." We pulled up to the house, which was in a large lot. The whole town seemed western-ish, but the house was so out of place. YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?! I had to call one of my old high school friends, K, to tell him something important. But he never picked up the phone. So I called like five or six times, and finally left a voice mail and as I was leaving it, he answered. I forgot what I told him, but his response was: "YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!?!" He asked what we would do next, and then the dream faded. Wrong Number My best friend from high school called my phone, and I was really happy because we haven't talked in a really long time. It turned out she had called the wrong number. I was sad because she sounded really disgusted or something. I asked her to wait a moment and we talked a little, though I'm pretty sure she didn't really want to talk to me at all. REALLY Don't Wanna Get Up. I had a false awakening in my room. I sat up, got out my iPad and started reading manga. My roommate walks in, sees me, and says, "wow Kestrel you REALLY don't want to get up do you?" Turkey and Peacock Here I actually woke up, fell back asleep, and had a longer dream. I was in a room with one of my students, who has ASD. I had the feeling of being responsible for him, and was trying to get him to fall asleep, for some reason. The room we were in was really bare, and had a dark blue-green feeling to it. It was a bit murky, or so,etching. He eventually fell asleep, and I stood up to leave. As soon as I opened the door, there were tons of people in the hall, leading into the living space. It was like a version of my apartment, but much bigger and with different flooring and walls. My brothers, cousins, some of my students, and other people ranging from age toddler to about 20, were all there. One of my cousins came up to me and said the adults were all out to a party of some sort. We older ones were all supposed to watch the younger ones for the night. Her hair was all curled and up in a prom-do, and when I commented on how pretty it was, she said it was always like this at school. Two of the people there were actually people I went to elementary and middle school with. They were playing some kind of epic battle game with some of the other boys there, and I tried to cross the "battlefield" without getting too much in their way. Once crossed, I was at the front door. The room had shifted to be like a larger and slightlyx different version of the Quaker meeting house I attended as a child. I was looking out the windows and big glass double doors, and one of the littler children suddenly said, "look, a peacock!" I hadn't seen one, but when I looked back there was a peacock right there. It was pretty, but also a little plain as far as peacocks go. I look a little to the left and see my craziest cousin outside, trying to get closer to the bird. I try to tell her she'll scare it away, but she is just being her usual wacky self, approaching the bird with weird motions. I see a little further off a turkey Tom. At first I thought it was all okay but the turkey and the peacock were looking like they were going to fight each other. I called my cousin to come inside, and we watched as the peacock flashed his beautiful feathers to look big and threatening. The turkey also puffed himself out to look bigger. The peacock started pecking amt the turkey, until it ran off. The peacock was alone now, but still looked like it wanted a fight, so I made sure to close the door firmly so it couldn't get inside and hurt any of the children.
November 28, 2014 I was in a high school shop or art class, but my boyfriend was missing. I knew that he liked to sit in his car and listen to the radio, so I went out to the parking lot to see if he was there. The lot was a lot like the lot at my high school, just a bit bigger and with more trees around the edges. I found him in his car and he wanted me to sit on his lap facing him. We sat like that fooling around for a while and we're just about to have sex when another classmate (his friend, who turned out to be one of Zukin's housemates... We'll call him J) was walking toward the car, calling my boyfriend (lol, I don't even know what his name was). I hid in the back while the boyfriend talked to J just enough to get him to go to his own car, which was on the other side of the lot. Classes were just about to get out for the day, so we decided to just leave and go somewhere quieter. Flash-forward, and I'm at my conferences that night. I was acing all my classes, but the shop/art teacher had docked me half my grade for missing class that one time. What a bitch.
November 15, 2014 I was on a train with my dad, and there was some sort of trouble. He had to get off the train so he could get some gas for his car, for some reason. He would rive the car to the next stop and get back on the train. We were going through the Midwest on our way to the West Coast (having gotten on the train in New York) When he got off the train, I went to sit with an older, friendly looking hiker. I spaced out and someone else had joined us. We all became friends, and there was a long break stop. They wanted to get some fresh air, so they got off the train and I stayed to watch all their stuff. But the train only stopped for like a minute and left without them! I was worried, because I still had all their stuff and was wondering how they would get back to where they needed to go... There was a point where it was night time, and the train was on a super elevated rail above a fairly large city. It may or may not have been the Big City on my dream map, but I don't think it was. If felt more like a different coastal city I often dreamt about when I was a kid. Anyways, all the pretty lights were going by, and the buildings were all so colorfully lit. It was fascinating and I just watched it for the longest time. Eventually I got to the destination, got off the train with my lost companions' things, and found my mom and brothers waiting for me. I called my dad to let him know I had gotten off the train (it was actually a few stops before I had planned to arrive at)
I remember I was on vacation and I came back to this hotel. Very vivid and semi-lucid. I lose lucidity and come back to the very orange hotel with one of the capacious foyers visible from space that recur in my dreams. Nevertheless I show up and my $200 room is 12 square feet. I'm calling the cops on these assholes now because I am angry, but feel calm (dream emotion?) I just leave and stop at a different hotel. It's surrounded by trees. The road pattern is similar to the development I live near. The second building came right out of SC 2013. I walk in and go to the elevator, but my luggage is missing. I have to go back to floor one. That is very unpleasant. I am on floor 64 and the time the elevator moves is always the same. At this height, the elevator might as well be free-falling downward. It's slightly painful when I "land", (at least the dream is vivid, I guess). With that bad memory, I leave. Skating down, the neighbourhood, I fall after a complex series of tricks. I'm on a bike, running from a blob eating away from existence behind me Now I'm in a car driving away from a wall killing everything and moving along the road. Now it's a twisted BMW commercial where the driver needn't worry while carnage and screams of horror are emitted behind him. I point out eventually he'll die too. I go to a third hotel, somewhere where I won't be scammed. You have to climb scaffolding not very sturdy, but it's a nice room. Yet again, it's the foyer that seals the deal. It's like they care more about attracting than returning customers. Everything's white or wooden brown. Not Mirror's edge white, a wood paint white easier on the eye. There are tables for a buffet and obligatory steak joint. New dream exposition. I visited a relative and I'm leaving now. I feel oddly satisfied.
13.11.2014Speed-run ToTM and a dare dream, one-shot killing a turkey and brief chat with a DC (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I believe this is possibly the lamest ToTM I have ever worked on, and to be honest, I did not even see this coming. I have been coding for a new dream journal software like a maniac... and well, every time I woke up in the middle of the night, all I had in my mind was a bunch of code (that I wont paste here lol) and yet, I got a lucid dream. I naturally woke up around 7:30am (alarm clock triggers at 8:00am) and I was laying on my back, just relaxing to wait for the clock. After a while I found myself driving down the street. I was in what I believe to be a manual transmission car, as I had to switch gears manually. I got inside a building and I was driving down the stars, but now, I was riding a red bike: I was driving through aisles and up and down the stairs, and yet, I had a manual transmission strick to switch gears, realizing how it could be even possible... realizing that it was impossible for a bike and realizing that my car just turned into a bike and I was indoors, so I turned lucid. I was surprised by the dream, and feared that anytime soon the alarm clock was going to trigger. I saw a small child in the middle of a big empty room and I asked him: - "What are you grateful for?" - Chocolate! - he replied. I was like, okay... and then realized that asking that was not a ToTM. - What is my name? - I asked him. - Manolo, like the supermarket - He replied (That is not my name nor I have seen a super market named like that. I recalled I had to tell him that it was a dream, so: - This is a dream - I exalted. - No, I am awake, we are not dreaming - He replied. I rose my hand and showed it to him, claiming we were in a dream. My hand looked perfectly fine, five perfect fingers... so I was like, what the hell. I looked at my hand again, perfect... another false positive. I knew we were dreaming because of the bike, I looked a third time and then, two of my fingers were overlaying each other and they were like holograms. I realized that the child was doing his own business, but since he replied, I was done. I then decided to walk backwards, as I believed it was a dare. Simple task... I walked a good 50 steps backwards, but nothing out of the blue happened. I then went ahead to remember the other ToTM without much success... so much coding, so little reading I told to myself. I believed that the bonus task was to steal the turkey that the President saved and decide its fate. I figured if I tried to fly outside the building and look for the White House I was not going to make it in time and the alarm clock would ruin it. I pretended that behind a door I was going to find the White House. I opened the door and I could see grass and heard birds chirping. I was able to see the White House (even though it was a mix of the white house and Congress, looking something like this I saw the President, but it was not Obama. It was a made up African American dude, dressed in business attire. The First lady was next to him, but also made up. I think she looked Chinese. There was a turkey standing next to them, so I figured it was the turkey they saved. I started feeling my cats in bed and started to feel I was waking up rapidly, so I had to do something... I just grabbed the turkey's neck and said, "Your fate is to die." I started to strangle it and little after, I woke up. Since the dare is to decide the fate, I'd say I completed it, as I have decided it would die. I wouldn't have made the choice though if I wasn't waking up, I would have done something much more exciting. This is somewhat short entry, this dream felt quick, very quick.
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11.11.2014Akashic Records Juice (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I went to check out a car with a friend, I believe I was going to do a survey or something afterwards to rate the service. The guy was very friendly and I test drove the car. I told him I would come back. Some friends from Europe were visiting and they wanted to check out an apartment to move around here, so we went with them. It was day but it got into night pretty soon. We were talking about Spiritual Stuff and then we got to check out the house. The same guy was going to show us the house and he provided us with some brochures before we were ready. Somehow we got into talking about the Akashic Records and how important was for him to access them very sparingly, as he claimed if you went into the records too often you would fry your brain. I told him that no way, as I did several Akashic Records readings a day to all my clients and I was okay. I also told him I drank two quarts a day of Akashic Records juice (what the heck??? LOL) He said that I was going to get into trouble on the long run and proceeded to show us the apartment.
I was returning to my car in a parking lot, and when I went around to the driver's side door, I was surprised to find the headlights on. This was surprising. Had I left them on somehow? I hoped the battery hadn't run down too much. But then I noticed the passenger side door was open as well. I peeked into the backseat to make sure no one had gotten in and was hiding back there, then went around to close the passenger door. At that point I saw three guys in front of the car, one holding jumper cables. I'm not sure how they got my car open but apparently their aim was to use it to help jumpstart the car next to me. It looked like they had just finished. I indicated the other car, from which I could distinctly hear the purr of the engine, and asked "So it's running now?" to confirm my impression what had just taken place. Things seemed resolved so I was about to get in and drive away when I discovered that one of the men was now in the driver's seat and my husband, who hadn't been in the dream at all before this, was occupying the passenger seat. When I asked if I could have my car back, the driver said something like, "I just need to do this first," and started backing up. I don't know if he thought he was being helpful by backing out of the parking space, but the car kept rolling backward, and since there was no room for me inside, I was trying to run backwards right next to it while keeping my grip on the passenger side door, which was still open in front of me. This was challenging and I worried I might fall and be dragged across the pavement. It occurred to me that it might almost be worth it if it made the guy realize how unhelpful he was being, but I managed to keep my balance. The guy kept backing up to the point where he—accidentally, it seemed—overshot the edge of the parking lot altogether and went rolling backward down a grassy embankment, me still hanging on outside and struggling to keep my balance and pace them. Finally the ground leveled out and the car gradually rolled to a stop on the grass. At this point I was rather annoyed, and leaned in to tell the driver, "No one else can drive my car the way I can. Can I please have it back now?"
November 11, 2014 UGh. This was NOT a fun dream. This is the first time I've had a lucid nightmare... I was walking in the mountains outside my Big City, with Zukin and my brothers. We had decided to go camping or whatever near the top of one of the peaks. (I think it was to the northeast of the city, based on the general feeling I had, though I'm not positive) The place was weird. It had a jungle-gym-like entrance (it was either a rope tunnel upwards to the second floor, or something), but there was also a normal entrance near a picnic table. The house thing went into the rock-wall behind it, which was way cool. I was sitting on this picnic bench with the others, and looking around. There was a balcony-type veranda thing behind me and to the right, which I liked to sit on. To my right, which was downhill, the driveway thing slip like a wishbone to make a sort of turn-around where it met the road. To my left, which was further up the hill, there were other houses or something. It went around a left-turn and we couldn't see what was past this area. We acquired some guests, and there was a point where I could see a parking lot in the city, where I knew one of the people we were expecting was leaving from. So I knew when they left. None of us had cars apparently, so we were kinda stuck (I iguess we could walk there, but we could only drive away). This guy came leaping past us (like in John Carter) and he was about to leap right over the house and onwards, but we convinced him to stay. It was here that I sort of had the feeling I was dreaming, but I didn't do a reality check. Then , the person we were expecting arrived; it was my ex. Then I knew I must be dreaming, because A) we don't talk much anymore and B) he's living on the other side of the country haha. I looked at my hands, and realized I was dreaming. But it really wasn't a very high level of awareness. That's when I started getting a bad feeling about the place. There was a beautiful sunset, and good company, and an amazing house to stay in for the night, but I couldn't shake this slightly bad feeling. It got worse as the sun set more (and, knowing my dreams, sunsets/darkening of the world in general are beautiful but a bad sign) It seemed to be in a perpetual state of sunset, though for the most part. Then a car drove past, coming down from the mountain. When I looked in the windows, I could have sworn I saw creepy-ass ghoul faces staring at me. I blinked, and there was a lone man in the driver's seat. The car went down to the rode, and ended up turning around to come back up. The driver unrolled his window and asked the guests we'd gathered if they wanted rides down the mountain. They all readily agreed. Watching them leave, packed into that little sedan, was like watching my own death or something, for some reason. I was suddenly vary anxious, and said to my brothers, ex and Zukin, "Let's go inside... like now." They all nodded and got up to go inside, but I had a little makeup bag filled with various kinds of sweets, mostly chocolate. As I picked it up, my hands were shaking so much that I dropped it and the sweets rolled all over the place. I grew even more frantic, and told them all to wait for me. The only one who wasn't inside yet was my big brother, who was stepping inside the door. I stammered, "Wait B don't leave me out here you need to WAIT!!!!" (the last word was shrill, cracked, hysterical) I was on my hands and knees trying to gather up the dispersed sweets, barely able to put them back into the bag. My brother stopped, turned, and came to help me. He asked me what was wrong, but all I could get out was, "I don't know. I'm scared and I don't know why but I'm so scared!" I was still shaking so much I couldn't even pick up chocolates anymore. He picked them up and helped me put them back in the little makeup pouch, but at this point I was covering my ears and rocking back and forth, and my eyes were shut so tight it hurt. He asked what was so important about the sweets and what was wrong, again. I didn't even know. "I DON'T KNOW. I'm just so scared. I don't know why and I hate it I hate it I really, really hate it..!" There was a swooshing sound and I screamed at the top of my voice. Then I woke up... I RC'd about 15 times, using various of the methods to be sure I was awake It was only 1:40 am. For the next hour at least, I was just laying there, still very edgy. I was convinced my room was haunted, that there was something looming over me. Every time I closed my eyes I could see it; It was wrapped in some sort of cloth, almost like a mummy mixed with a zombie, but it had no face, and didn't move an inch, ever. I could sense it and hear it, in a really weird, disconnected way. There were also some noises. There was a scratching once, and a clang another time, and then a thump around half an hour after I woke up... Could have been anything, but I was convinced there was something evil in my room, and so it was very hard to fall back asleep.
November 02, 2014 I was interning in a new classroom, at a new school... it was right next to a strip mall of sorts. During the lunch break on my second or third day there, I realized I'd forgotten to pack a lunch, and so I went to the strip mall to try and find some food. I decided to stop by a clothing store since I needed a new shirt, but when I asked the floor helper about a simple shirt, she just pointed at my stomach and chin and scoffed that there would be NOTHING in my size in this store. I left that place, but first I looked around the bottom floor and passive-aggressively fucked with some stuff. I couldn't find a fast food place, but there did end up being a little steampunk-y Japanese place inside the Target or something. I went there, and ordered something called a Haru Dish (hah, one of my students' names is Haru). The chef who was putting my dish on the tray was messing with me, pretending "that was all" with each little added ingredient. I was in a hurry to get back to class because my break was almost over, but the guy did make me feel better about what had happened at the clothing store, because he was trying to make me smile. By the time I did have my food and was able to start walking back to the school, apparently not only was lunch break over, but the bell was ringing for everyone to go home; I'd missed the entire afternoon... I tried to find someone to tell that I was sorry, but no one was there. I did find a bike, though. I got on the bike and rode it far down the main street the school was on. I rode the bike all the way out of town (apparently most of the town was in that strip mall) and into a sprawling, flat desert-like place. It got dark, and I met my little brother, who had my car. I put the bike in the trunk, and we both started driving back to the small town. Apparently I had sunglasses on that was making my vision all wonky; I could only see in a horizontal line and I couldn't drive this way, so I asked my brother to find my normal glasses and give them to me. I stopped the car at the side of the road still a few miles out of the town, and we decided to walk the rest of the way. There were mountains with shrubs and trees to our right, and a bike trail led out into those mountains. I decided to take that trail (and apparently it was somehow sunset again, not night like it had been a little bit ago). I rode the bike through the mountains for what seemed like a long time, and hope I wouldn't get lost... eventually I came out of the mountains and came back to that main street just outside of town. My brother was at the trail-head with my car again, and we drove back to the school.
Black: Non-dream Blue: Non-lucid Red: Lucid Didn't have very good dream recall last night, I think I'll have to direct more attention to dream recall for a good week or so to bring it back to what it used to be. Dream Fragment - Thugs from the hood This probably has something to do with my own experiences. Me my friends were crossing at the traffic lights, it was day time. The side we were crossing to had a car waiting at the stoplights, some islanders got out and told the women I was walking with to get in the car. A couple of them were getting ready to clock me, and I push the women behind me and told them to run. I also remember that the car was technically on the wrong side of the road - in New Zealand we drive on the left side, this car was on the right side .
DF: Dreamed that I had been raped twice, and Script didn't actually rape me, he sexually assaulted me. Ivory was friends with the two rapists on Facebook and she kept telling me all about their funny statuses, and I told her I didn't want to hear about them. She acted like I had hurt her feelings and I thought about telling her I didn't want to be friends with her anymore, but I didn't want to be told that I was just over-reacting, so I didn't. DF: My dad needed to be bailed out and so we were traveling from bonds place to bonds place, but so much money was needed that no one was willing to work with us. Daddy wasn't in jail, he was with us, so I'm not sure why he needed it. Main dream: Mama and Daddy keep arguing and I finally tell Mama that it would be best if she was to go. Though Daddy complains she does, and I stare out the window and watch her leave. The inside car light was on and I could see that she was struggling to not cry. I was worried because I was all alone with my dad. I have many fears about being alone with him, and they all came to the surface after she left. It's a weekend in the dream, but I have math homework that is due Monday. I keep putting it off in favor of playing this MyCandyLove-related game, which was almost the same except it was Death Note themed. I was able to play as my Candy, but I could repeat any episode as many times as I liked so that I could talk to whichever guy I preferred. My favorite seemed to be Light, and my second-favorite was L. I also kept trying to seduce one dude. . . . Then later on I was talking to a group of people in a dark room and one woman said something like, "Your parents really broke your heart, didn't they?" I agreed. At school I'm taking Death Note Discussions III--apparently I'm a junior. I greatly enjoy this class and can't wait for the following year. Then it's Monday, and I had yet to do my homework. When I was coming out of my room and was about to leave the trailer my dad caught me and asked if he could hardcore ground me by listening to "Iron Man" by Heavy Metal (pretty sure it's by Black Sabbath in real life XD) that afternoon. I told him I didn't care and he said he likes the song and he used to study to it. It's very overcast outside, but blacker than usual. When I get on the bus I'm only just above 14% on my phone and don't want to waste my charge.
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