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This is the 3rd dream in a month I was riding a BMX bike! There was a beginning and end to this dream that I only vaguely recall. I had this dream last night:

I was hanging out in my neighborhood and when a white car started to follow me. I remember I rode away on my bike causally at first but he kept coming. So I peddled hard, cut through the park and double backed uphill to my house without getting winded. I completely lost the person who was following me and I clearly remember crossing the street most likely to bump into him while doubling back to my house. He was not there either.

I never got tired and I easily had my bike up to 25mph+ When I reached my block, there was a lot of activity and cars parked on the street. Lots of neighbors were in front of their houses.

In May and July 2010 I spent many nights trying to induce dreams about my house and city, and didn't have one that I recalled. Now I am having regular dreams about my city, and strangely, my old bike! I was fortunate enough to have my own car at age 16, the incorporation of my bike to escape from "threats" is an old dream theme.

In the past I have noticed that dream seeding takes weeks of build up, then often, those planted themes become regular. This happened with the High School dream theme.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

01:00 GMT

Wrathful deities
A chase, confrontation with some wrathful deities. I escape some place through a narrow window and deliver something to someone.
(...)

05:35 GMT
Cookies and kids
One of my last days on some very nice sunny city. It’s already end of the day and when passing a street I find this amazing bakery selling traditional pastry from this country/city. There is a lady baking the cookies on some open kitchen and selling them directly to the passer-by. Because these cookies are so famous, you have to get a numbered ticket and wait ages for your turn. I see my number and the amount of people waiting and I decide it’s not worth it, but then the baker tells all the other people to wait because she will take my order first. Really? Why? The other customers are not happy about it... It’s really hard to choose the best cakes and cookies so I ask for two of each, hoping they will still be ok in a few days when I get back home. Some cookies are still being baked and I have to wait a bit. Meanwhile I am allowed to enter the kitchen and I start talking to some ladies working there and I help them with some tiding up of the place. They have some old food in the fridge and I throw it away. Then they kick me out, because apparently they have to bake a huge load of cookies for a kid’s excursion next day.
On the next day me and my BF join this excursion and help take care of the kids. We go in groups in vans and we stop at a parking lot in front of the ocean. The kids are being taken to the beach. For a brief moment I wonder how we got into this? I don’t feel like taking care of dozens of kids all day. I then have this underlying feeling that I’m not obliged to actually do it – I’m half aware this is a dream - so I turn around to see what else is there to do. I see a green hill with a zig zag earthen path going up, flanked by Buddha’s statues of different sizes. I tell my BF “Let’s go there:”, but he won’t turn his back on the kids, because he doesn’t have this intuition it’s a dream. Divided between two dreams, I wake up.

08:00 GMT

Buddha is a teenager in blue jeans
At some bookshop I see a magazine, like Times, with a cover story on Tibetan Buddhism and it has pages and pages with amazing photos of teachers and famous practitioners and incredible Himalayan landscapes. I so want to buy it. On the cover it says £2, but I ask the cashier how much it costs in EUR. She tells me it’s 8000 something EUR and I LMAO. I ask “Are you nuts? It’s like 2.5 EUR.” And she replies that it’s not a simple conversion of prices, there are taxes and whatever. I still say “Are you aware of how much is 8000 EUR? Even if you’d say 8 EUR, it would be too expensive! Can you please just pass the mag under your bar code scanner to check the price?” But she says no and that she will call a colleague to ask. I’m about to give up. She comes back and tells me “If you come after 20h, when we’re closing, we can make a 50% discount on the mag, it would only cost 4000 EUR”. I say nevermind and start realizing this must be a dream.
Then the store becomes a bus and I think “Hum, why don’t I just materialize a lot of cash to pay for the stupid mag, just for fun?”, so I visualize I put my hand in my pocket and come out with 10000 EUR in cash. There’s someone by my side, not sure if still the same lady, surprised that I can do that and I say “Oh yeah, it’s just dream money. How much do you want? Just say it and I’ll make it appear.” But then my pockets are also filled with crumbles from cookies and lots of dirt. I empty them to find out what more is there, but then realize I’m wasting my precious lucid time. As I walk to the front of the bus I throw everything on the floor – money, magazine, bag, even a coat and I feel so light. The bus driver doesn’t know what I want to do, I smile and I cross the windshield – he and other passengers freak out. I lift of and fly high to see where I am. I see a road ahead of me, flanked by houses, up above a beautiful blue sky, down below a sea or a lake to my left and green hills to my right. I see a gate for what seems to be an amazing property with a park and decide it’s a good place to sit and meditate. But when I arrive there I see families with noisy kids all around. Oh well, I’ll have to endure. I look for a green spot to sit, but then all of the ground is muddy and uninviting. I recall my need not to drift or feel discouraged. I focus on the Buddha. I don’t visualize the Buddha image, but I sense Buddha’s presence and hold on to it. Then I find a covered passageway between two houses and in the middle of it there’s an amazing tower-like covered veranda with a central low pedestal with a base to sit on which is perfect. I sit there and it has a view over the whole park and the sea in the distance. The sun is setting and beautiful golden shades reflect on the water. But I realise all this is also distraction and as I am getting lost on it, I feel myself waking up. I hold on to the dream and I slide back in. I try to visualize the Buddha, but it’s not working. I feel myself waking up again, but I still hold on and slide back in. This time in front of me is my black kitten hugging another yellow kitten and I find it extremely sweet, but remember I must stay focused. Not trying to visualize the Buddha anymore, I instead try to just feel the Buddha’s presence more strongly. I do and then imagine that this presence becomes a ball of light that enters my body through my crown chakra. I feel a very powerful effect, like a force field around my head. I start to hover, feeling this amazing radiant light coming out of my chest, but then I see again all these people on the park, playing ball and whatever and this slight distraction was enough to call it off. I start to wake up again but slide back in one last time. Now I try again to really see the Buddha, so I summon the Buddha and wish that he is there on my back when I turn around. I turn around and there’s this round faced oriental looking teenager, who looks just like a Buddha, but he is wearing jeans and a checkered shirt. He looks just like he is just another kid in the park, but very lonely. He looks bored and just sits on a tree log watching the others playing. I’m like “WTF? Not what I had in mind.” The sun is setting and people are then leaving the park. Some lady comes with a couple of other teenagers and tells them to keep the Buddha-boy company. They look extremely bored by that, they don’t feel like baby-sitting. But then the Buddha-boy tells them not to worry, because he won’t be any burden to them. He’ll either stay quiet if they want or just be as interesting as they want. The other kids feel bad for their first reaction, ‘cause they feel he is actually not that lame and they tell him they are actually not that cool to hang around either. Then the Buddha-boy says “Then I’m sure we’ll get along, ‘cause I am myself a dick.” And they all laugh. I watch them leaving and I wake up.

9:15 GMT

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:00 GMT

Sliding
I’m walking on a very tall inclined ramp, which is supposed to be some kind of viaduct, but the cars on it just start to slide down, due to inclination. I was going up, but then I’m really curious with this, because the cars then become people, pigs and kittens and they are all sliding down this ramp.
At the end of the ramp, there’s only a concrete floor, so I watch animals and people falling painfully on the ground and I feel sorry for them. I also slip but I can fly, so I land very graciously. Down around the ramp are people sitting on chairs just watching these other people falling. I wonder what is this horrible show about. A girl then explains to the people present that this used to be a popular anti-gay sport. (What??) She explained only the very manly men would have the guts to slide down this enormous ramp to land on this hard floor to prove they were really though. But now people use it as an equality celebration, so boys, old ladies, little girls with their kittens, everybody takes the slide and slams down on the ground. How ridiculous!

Confrontation with a dark lord (incomplete)
I enter a town. I’m walking down a deserted street which reminds me of Lisbon downtown but more medieval. Then I see my reflection on some window and realise I also look medieval, with long straight hair and tiny braids. I make a U-turn at the end of the street and I see two bad looking guys coming in my direction. I feel threatened so I decide to fly away, but instead of just flying away, a machine materializes under my feet as I think about flying, like two metallic steps that hover and fly me away extremely fast. I reach the centre of the town and hover among loads of people who walk peacefully under some arcades. They look surprised with my gadget. Too surprised actually, so I decide to step down from it. But then some guy bumps into me violently and drags me accidentally to inside a tavern and we fall on the floor and my machine gets all broken into pieces. He his very sorry and offers to help me. Pays me some drink and we sit on the back table trying to put the pieces together. As we try to fix it I realise the pieces don’t match and are increasing in numbers. Then I have a huge déjà vu and tell him ”We’ve been here before, doing exactly this!”. He asks me “Like time travel?” and I say “I remember being on this situation with you before and at that time we got stuck on it endlessly. This is a distraction maneuver, the machine will never be fixed. I must go.” So I left.
(gap)
I end up in the middle of a group who’s throwing a banquet. They hand me over some plate and I decide to join in. It’s kind of outside gathering on a garden but prolonging indoors. I check some table inside with some food and I choose to take an omelette, some pasta, green cubes, some weird pinkish translucent steak-like thing and lots of sauce.
Back outside I sense a strong darkness, I look up and I see him. He sits on a high throne overlooking the guests. He is all dressed in black and has long black hair. He reminds me of Severus Snape, but in a younger, scarier yet much more attractive figure... I sense his mind control over people, so I do a kind of voodoo thing to escape his control, by visualizing the food I’m eating as himself: as I eat it (him), I gain control over him or at least he loses control over me. But I am not sure if it works. Then I’m called to his presence and when close to his throne he says there’s a cup of dessert which was specially kept aside for me. Others are looking jealous and seem about to eat my dessert if I don’t pick it up fast, but I wonder if it really is a privilege or if it’s poisoned.
(gap)
Then I am chasing him around the town, but he can also fly and teleport so I lose track of him. I reach an internal square patio and I see an open door to a building. I sense that he went inside, so I enter and I see this long corridor. It’s crowded with young people, like a university and I have trouble getting across.

Then frustration, because I can't recall the end....

6:00 GMT

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

Well, the quality of my dreams changed a lot lately, but I'm cool. These things work in cycles. Now for some reason I'm having these steam-punk themed dreams and I'm kind of a Lara Croft type, stealing gadgets from secret societies and being "approached" by some really weird dark forces... Let's see where it takes me.


03:00 GMT

Naked in public
I am at school or some public place surrounded by old school colleagues. I’m wearing a tiny skirt which looks more like a tiny towel wrapped around my waist. And I don’t think I have any underwear. I don’t feel uncomfortable though. I feel sexy. But then some of my colleagues start harassing me and it’s becoming too unpleasant so I leave the place. I take an elevator and notice two male colleagues (luckily not the harassers) also took it and they are also wearing only towels around their waists. Then as the elevator doors open, we’re taken to the middle of the street and I am now certain that I just have a towel around my waist and I'm also topless! I wonder how this happened. I still feel sexy. I think other people may be way more embarrassed than me.

Vintage shopping
Then I’m with my mom shopping at a really cool vintage clothes shop (I guess I really needed to buy some clothes, right...), but she is complaining that all the amazing dresses we see are 75 to 100 EUR. But I tell her they also have cheap stuff, we just need to look around. We then find a corner with stuff just 5-10 EUR, but nothing looks really interesting. For some reason she adores an outfit made of a top and a tiny plaid mini-skirt, in a red and white stripped fabric. I can’t even imagine myself wearing it, but she insists I must have it. I think, well, if it makes her happy, I might try it out with some red leggings.

Stealing again from a temple
A chase scene on a very old building which vaguely reminds me of a temple.(...) I and a few others are trying to escape our chasers and we run up and down stairs, we cross corridors and finally we lose them in this labyrinthic place. We get inside some room to catch our breath and we discover we just got into the office of whoever is the big boss around. We see a series of really cool gadgets – steam-punk kinda like machinery. On the desk I see what looks like an old-timer alarm-clock, but it actually indicates the perfect time, according to cosmic alignments and conjunctions, to do... whatever! The machine indicates whatever is the perfect activity to develop at certain moments in time – like... gardening or getting married or... rule the world, whatever! Really practical! It looks like those snow-flake globes but inside there’s a copper-coloured mechanism with pointers and gears. I grab it and put it in my pocket.
Then we sneak out and we find a connection from this place to inside a museum. We try to cross it and get to the exit, but there are security guards looking at us suspicious – I guess because they didn’t see us coming in. A lady guide – I think she is the museum curator, but she comes to us as if she is a simple guide – comes to ask who we are. We say we’re a group of art students. She doesn’t totally swallow it so she asks us to comment some of the art works there. I use many expensive words to describe it but she then asks whose influences (from other artists) I think the artist picked up. I bullshit a bit more, saying the influences are there, pretty obvious, but so numerous it is really hard to pick one or two. Then I complete by saying the really important thing is that the artist mingled them all so perfectly and came up with something totally original, that his innovation is what bursts out more remarkedly. She makes a funny face but let us go. Actually she invites us to the next room, where there is a model of the temple – so it really was a temple! – they dug out and is still being recovered. She mentioned that only part of it was still up, the rest had to be rebuilt, or not.
My sixth sensetells me that the alarm in my pocket is about to ring and I feel the urgent need to move but can’t do anything weird or they’ll notice. I excuse myself with something and go quickly to the entrance lobby. Many kids are there making a lot of noise and I keep the alarm in my pocket, so it rings, but nobody notices its sound. Because I’m standing in the middle of the lobby with a hand in my pocket holding down something firmly, the workers at the ticket counter are now looking at me, trying to figure out what I’m doing. Luckily a giant turtle passes by and I pick it up making it look like that's exactly what I was looking for. So I take the turtle to outside.

8:00 GMT

11/25/2010
Dream One:
"Ex Box"

I was with MJ. There was a lot that went on, toward the beginning of this dream, that I don't remember. It had something to do with boxing and/or martial arts, though. Somehow, I'd ended up getting a call from Mike Tyson, and he said he saw me fighting somewhere, and that I had potential. He said that he wanted to teach me a couple of things. We met him at a gym somewhere, and he started training us. There was a long period here, of us being taught by him, but I don't remember much of it. I do vaguely remember walking back out of the gym, later on in the day, and going over a few last minute details with him.

Later on that night, we were all back at my house, including Mike. He was teaching us to scramble, touching on the idea that most fights end up on the ground. He had placed 4 buttons/switches around my driveway (which sits on a hill at probably a 45-degree angle); one at either side. This was to be a bare-knuckle match, between MJ and I, with the objective of keeping the other person from hitting the switches. The first person to hit the most switches, within the time limit, won. It was absolutely insane. We were just completely beating the shit out of each other. MJ had apparently been training before this, also, because she was doing her thing. I had her outmatched, though. I felt like I was pulling my punches to her face, little; going kind of easy on her. It just felt too weird, punching her in the face; even though it was just the natural course of the dream. The hits were still solid, though - especially the body blows - and we were just scrambling all over the place, running from side to side, top to bottom, as if doing sprints. I would hit a switch, and then she'd tackle me as I changed direction, and we'd roll around on the ground punching the shit out of each other. Then we'd scurry to our feet and rush across the driveway to another switch, tripping and punching each other along the way. There was one point, where I got penalized because they said I threw a kick at her, but I don't believe I did.

MJ kept having trouble with the switch that was at the bottom of the hill. Since my driveway is so steep, our forward momentum, while running, was so great that it would make us tend to overshoot the switch. I got the hang of it, before she did, and I would baseball-slide toward it, hit the switch, and then trip MJ on her way by. She'd fly down the last leg of driveway, hit the pavement hard and roll to a stop. This gave me more time to get up and push another button, before she could recover and get back into the fight. I remember one particular moment, when we were both on the ground, and I was just punching her in the ribs, over and over, as hard as I could, trying to wear her out, a bit.

(Don't really remember anything after this, but that was a crazy dream. The fighting was just so frantic and realistic. Reminds me of the dream where I was sword-fighting with my other ex. Lol. Except, in that one, we were actually trying to kill each other. Much less fun. This one just felt more like a spar.

Also, I had read/seen THIS story, about what happened to Christy Martin, in the news last night. I was also talking to MJ for a while on FB. I'm guessing that's what brought this dream on.)


Dream Two:
"How to Cook (for?) People"

I was in a restaurant being run by Todd's parents. I don't remember much of this dream, but I somehow got tipped off that this was a cannibalistic restaurant, Todd's parents were serial killers, and we were all about to inherit our own places on the menu. Immediately, my instinct was to get the hell out of there. I stood up, and made my way toward the door. This was just at the time when Todd's dad was about to lock it, to keep us from getting out. He tried to stop me, when I approached, but I slipped passed him and out the door, before he could close it. I saw the fury in his eyes, at my escape, and watched him open the door again and follow me into the parking lot. Not wanting any part of whatever the Hell was going on here, I hurried away from him and got in my truck, speeding out of the parking lot. Todd's dad, never breaking stride, stalked over to a big rig and climbed inside.

He began chasing me in the rig, and I remember going the wrong way, trying to exit the parking lot, and nearly getting stuck in deep sand. I was able to double-back and around him, though, making my way onto a main road. After driving for a while of driving, without incident, I got this lumbering feeling of something huge coming up from behind my truck. The road was now dark and, otherwise, deserted. I don't think I ever got a good look at what this thing was, following me, but I know that it was not a big rig. I remember a vague sense of the silhouette, and I believe it was some kind of mix between machine and living creature. I know it was massive, and I do think it had wheels, but I have no idea what it could have been. I was scared as hell, though.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG


21:45 GMT

Not yet quite dreaming, but thinking (as I sleep) about the NATO summit and Obama and meditation (?) Whatever.

23:00 GMT

Spy games
I’m at the train station just outside an airport, watching, as some cool guy with a guitar case is coming up some escalators. On top of the escalators is another guy who seems to be waiting for him. They spot each other and the guitar guy tries to go back, pushing everybody who’s on his way. He is kind of spy, but I feel he is actually doing a very heroic work and is not the villain. But this other guy is government and for all they know, this guy’s a spy and a bad one. They chase each other and the guitar boy manages to reach the train platform. The chaser starts shooting, thinks get ugly and some guy tries to play the hero by trying to jump over the guitar boy, but misses and ends up falling on the train tracks. This causes a lot more chaos and the guitar boy manages to escape.
I watched all this and I watch the boy moving away by getting on a train and jumping from it a bit further.
I am hovering somewhere above all these scenes and my mom is by my side and we discuss calmly how people not knowing the intents of each other, end up hurting each other and creating mayhem.

Being a nag at the canteen
I arrive at a canteen where I’m going to have lunch with some girl friends. I think mom is also still around. The soup plates are filled with soup, but instead of being side by side on the counter, they are stacked over each other. I say “Gross!” but take one and get all dirty with soup on my hands and soup dripping all over. The main dish is tofu with rice and potatoes. They also have omelette sandwich as alternative and I take one. The line is taking a lot of time to move and when finally it is my time to hand over my lunch ticket I conclude maybe I will take the dish, because it’s included in the price anyway – so I go back and try to fill a plate, but then it breaks in half. I finally get my food and to hand over my ticket, but then I can’t find my wallet – I had left it on the counter back in the beginning of the line. Once again I have to quit my place and go fetch for it. People are really getting annoyed at me.

TV show
Then I’m sitting on the floor with my back against a couch where my mom is sitting. We’re watching TV as we eat and there’s a new talk show, which is in fact not new but an old one, from the 60s or so. It’s about informal conversations with famous people. They also sit on a living room and in this case this actress is sitting on some pillows on the floor while responding to the questions from the host sitting on the couch. The topic they are discussing is New Age. The actress is explaining how her “religion” is not yet well accepted, especially in the USA, but she believes it will in the future. I’m a bit bored and my mom hands me some pieces she said she bought so I can fix the cat water fountain. OK, cool, I’ll be right on it!

2:20 GMT

Princess on a fairy tale
I need to descend into a sort of deep and large well, to save my mom. But inside this well lives a monster. He kidnapped my mom so he could lure me into the well. He wants me as his companion, for endless times. I am trying to go down without him noticing me, but it’s basically impossible and he captures me. He is a strange ugly creature which scares the hell out of me at first contact, but after a while, I start sympathising with him. He just feels lonely.
But then I discover there’s a whole new story behind, with intrigues involving two royal families. So, I am the princess of one kingdom and there’s a princess of another kingdom. And the monster originally captured this other princess, but her family made an agreement with the monster and so they kidnapped my mom and offered me in exchange. Then my own family comes in my rescue and the two kingdoms start fighting. But I can’t stand all this violence and hatred and meanwhile I’m sort of friend with the monster and bring him along with me to stop this nonsense. A crazy guy from the other kingdom freaks out, thinks I’m nuts for bringing the monster along and wants to shoot me. He is pointing a gun at me and I try to defend myself – only thing I find around is a stapler, so I shoot staples into his groins and he howls in pain.
When everybody calms down and we’re quietly sitting under some trees after the war is over, just admiring the sunset, one of my friends or sisters says “Look, I can see fairies.” I tell her it’s not fairies, just some moths translucent and shiny because of the sunset light hitting them. And at first that’s in fact all I see, but then... “I can see them to!!!” Little orbs of light are floating around us and they become more and more numerous until they fill the entire space. I feel bliss emanating from these creatures of light and they heal our wounds.

3:45 GMT

Lost on my way home
I’m the town right after my home village and I head to a bus to get home. I hop in to ask the driver if he is going that way, but he closes the door and drives away before even replying to me. “No” he says, he goes to the opposite direction. He then tells me I can get out in the next town and come back to get the right bus. Nice, thanks... But then maybe he realises he was uncool, so once we arrive at next town, he comes outside with me and walks me by some road to explain where I should go to get back. He is actually flirting with me and says he is so sorry. I say “No, I am sorry for causing so much trouble!” (really?) Then I see that a 19-year old girl and a month-old baby are following us and people come out of the bus screaming thinking that we were kidnapping them. Crazy people.
So I just keep going and encounter a small village on top of a hill, with really cute white houses and an amazing view over the river, which never looked so good to me. I see a harbour and people bathing in the river, on the base of the hill. The sun is shining an I feel so attracted to the water that I consider bathing just after taking a photo or two of this place. But then some guy appears and he is cranky for some reason and distracts me from that intent. Instead I go up some street and get engulfed by a sea of people crammed into some alley.

Trapped
Then I encounter my aunts’ house and stay there for a while. Their house is gigantic, rich and fabulous, but maybe with too many “bibelots” and souvenirs from their travels. Shelves and shelves of stuff. My friend Zilla is also there.
For some reason at some point I want to go away, but I don’t find any door and each window I cross just leads to another room. I’m getting a trapped feeling and my friend Zilla is following me around, asking me why I want to leave. The urgency to leave goes up and I find a toilet with two windows leading outside. I try to open the first, but it’s jammed, so I go to the second just to find a huge, scary spider on an enormous spider web blocking the window. If it was an ordinary spider it wouldn’t stop me, but it was huge, and fleshy and looked really dangerous, so I gave up, or at least went to look for something to take it out of the way. This was on a basement, so I decide to go upstairs but the spiral stairs going up are now a spiral of a continuous sand bag that we had to climb up. It left me tired but didn’t stop me. Then on top floor I see one of these shelves with a beautiful Buddha on it and because I stop to admire it, my friend Zilla then lures me to stay by saying there’s a whole section of Buddhist souvenirs my aunts have in a room. I go to see it and it works, because I no longer think about leaving the place.
Later on I wake up in a bed and my BF is just by my side, writing in the dark on some notebook. When I look at the window, there’s a very dim light coming in and I think I see the Italian Tower of Pizza just passing by. How can that be? Then I see Godzilla, a T-Rex and a Triceratops passing in front of the window, but they have this look of a 50’s sci-fi movie. I shake my BF “Did you see that? What is that?” He laughs and says it’s just a movie. Either the window is a screen or outside the window a movie is being projected on a wall. Either way, I cool down. I get up and I see a model of the Kyoto Pagoda on the bed-side table. My BF says it is nice and then I see a button and some monk figurine on the base moves and the whole thing starts making a sound, like chimes. We find it kitsch to say the least. Then my aunts appear on the other side of the hallway to this room and I have no clue what they want from us.

5:10 GMT

Demo
I’m walking on the city with mom and BF. We enter some fashionable clothes but we notice a big movement outside and we remember it’s the anti-NATO demonstrations. We decide to join it or at least check if everything is calm and safe. It doesn’t look so calm. As we go downhill, we see lots of police and they seem to be taking position for something. We follow a group of activist but keep a safe distance and are ready to come back if things get ugly.

6:30 GMT

A kitty accused of treason
Then I’m walking the sidewalk from my old school in my home village, when I see a group of kids calling for someone. I instinctively know they are looking for a kitty. I spot the kitty on top of a brick wall and I fly over there. I also feel they might not have good intentions, so when I see the kitty about to jump to meet them, I grab her. They then see me and ask me to let her go, but I ask them back what do they want from the kitty. They say she is their friend. I insist. They also insist she is their friend. “And...?” And then they say “But she is a traitor!”. I remind them it is just a tiny kitty, but they are seriously mad at tell me I don’t know her. Ooookayyy....!

Cousin
Then I enter a house with my BF and we head to a room on a mission to make a baby. But the room is geminated and there’s another couple in the second room. It’s my cousin Sara with her BF, who is a Eastern European guy who is in bed with his laptop. I have a short conversation with my cousin and smile that she’s so growned up. She is a bit upset that the guy won’t put down the computer and I offer to help him out, so maybe he gets it done faster – he is with some software problem. But my BF (I think) tries to discourage me and in the end just drags me out of this room. But when arriving at our room, it’s now a dining room and lots of family is there having some meal. We sit down and I remember passing on something.

8:00 GMT

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

0:00 GMT+9 – sleep

Mission on a foreign planet
Part of a team of explorers. There was me, a geeky tech-expert and some chunkier guys and a hot girl with long hair obsessed about her looks, even when surrounded by enemies. We were on some mission, doing separate jobs in some foreign planet.
I was near a forest, close to the ship which was hidden, when I saw a little girl being chased by a huge guy. I’m hiding out so I just watch without interfering, but then the guy grabbed her and threw her violently against a wall of an abandoned house that was there. She knocked her head and looked in bad shape. I couldn’t just do nothing so I jumped in to save her, but the guy was really chunky and I couldn’t beat him up, so I just tried to pick her up on a moment of distraction of the guy and run away with her.
Behind me, hidden under some holographic cloak, was our ship, so I took her there and just had time to close the doors behind me. I immediately started the launch procedure. But the guy was trying to break in and causing major damage to the doors, so we had to enter an escape pod in the center of the ship, to garantee our safety. I was trying to reach the others on the radio but they weren’t replying. The pod entrance had to be zipped up (WTF?) but I was having trouble zipping it up. I was getting really stressed out and yelled “f*****ck!”.

5:00 GMT+9 – wake up

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:30 GMT – Sleep

Fragments: Björk in a colourful dress. Stuff about my travel to Japan.

2:00 GMT

Decorating a bar
On a terrace or penthouse, helping my mom decorating it. We decide where to put two bookshelves and at last minute she decides changing their place to maximize the space. This place is cozy but doesn’t look like a home to live in, more like a bar with glass walls around and view over the city. There are sofas in the middle and a bar desk on the left side. After we finish decorating it, the building starts shaking (recurrent dream) but this time I manage to stabilize it just by wishing it to stop.

Watching and being on other people's skin
Then I am an observer of a couple’s story. She is coming to this bar, she is a beautiful blond med student, coming for first time to this city for some event. She is married to an older guy who loves her very much but also has a secret affair with an older woman. This girl is not happy with her relationship but she thinks her husband is so devoted she can’t possibly hurt him. Then she meets a young doctor at this bar and they instantly connect and speak all night. She ends up in his apartment and they sleep together. She feels no guilt but her husband then calls to know where she is, because she was supposed to have taken the night train. She lied that she lost last train and had to sleep at train station. He is sick worried and promises to go get her immediately by car. She runs to train station and wonders how she’s gonna tell him the truth.
Then I’m back on this bar, this time I am under the skin of a guy and another guy comes to me and asks me if I’m such and such person. I say yes and ask why. He says a friend told him great things about me and my last book published. I go humble and say it wasn’t that great and actually feel embarrassed.

Ivy League University
Then I’m myself and I’m outside. It’s early morning and I’m in front of what looks like some Ivy League University. I stand still for a while in front of its gates and hear some music coming from behind me, from what seems a parking meter. It is some hymn and it feels so enjoyable I listen to the end. Then I finally cross the street and enter the gates. I have some bags there and need to go get them to leave. I fly my way there and nobody cares except 3 or 4 guys who seem surprised and point at me. I land close to them and walk from there on. Some other guy and girl are walking around collecting signatures and donations for some health related NGO. I say I’m not interested right now and they don’t insist.

Sandy beach
Then the lawn becomes a sandy beach and I see kids playing. I spot a really cute baby alone in the sand and I pick him up, to find out it’s just a really believable doll. Then two girls come up and ask me to play with them. They have more of these dolls, girls and boys version.
I become lucid and decide I must remember this sequence of dreams since I had already woke up before and was too tired to write notes. So I believe I woke up and I start writing on my DJ, then I go back to sleep. Only later I really wake up frustrated that it was a FA and then had hard time recalling the dreams.

5:20 GMT

The attack of the Jennies
I go semi-lucid and decide to fly. I try to do that trick Neo does on Matrix, of kneeling down to lift off with high speed, but I only manage to jump a few meters high. I do some acrobatics in the air for fun or to impress someone. Then I decide climbing an old tree behind me that seems to impress some ladies on the ground. I see the clouds above me and I see a green pasture on top of a hill and I see a fence around a herd of cows. Then I put my hand on some tree branch and there’s a tarantula which gives me the creeps and I lose my semi-lucidity.
When I go back to the ground I actually feel sorry for the spider – it looked really old and I think it missed a leg.
It was becoming dark and I walk towards these ladies that look alike. All dressed in black, long straight hair and luminescent stripes on their outfits. Then I see them touching a guy and a girl which transform into copies of these ladies, with same exact look. When I realise they are up to no good, I hide behind a car and prepare to run but they spread like a virus and suddenly they are by my side. Just have time to fly away. Then no matter where I go they have taken over. I call them Jennies. In the morning I finally reach some property where some event is taking place and people still look normal. I think they are worth saving but how can I alert them and what can they do to defend themselves? I find my friend John Blacksmith and ask for his help. Because he is good at speeches, I tell him to interrupt the people talking and warning them, but when he gets the mic he doesn’t go straight to it. Through the window I can see Jennies coming. I push him and grab the mic and just say we’ve been invaded by some kind of aliens who take control over us just by touching us – most people think it’s a joke, but some lady asks me why do I assume they came to harm us. I say I don’t know if that’s the case, but whatever they are doing is not with our consent and therefore not acceptable. Anyway, soon they hear screams and realise it’s serious and start running in all directions. I escape through a sliding glass door behind me and fly to the roof. Soon they are everywhere and I don’t know what to do.

7:30 GMT – wake up

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while writing journal entry]

[Fragment] I'm at junior high school, going to class and learning what my class schedule will be.

The next dream starts out like a documentary about Canada. In the dream, I remember that I visited a city in Canada once, and my strongest impression upon arriving there was, “Wow, I'm in a foreign country!” [I've never actually been to Canada. These are most likely straight-up false memories, but I also got the feeling when taking notes during my WBTB that they might possibly have been memories of a previous dream that I'd otherwise forgotten about. Weird.] According to the documentary, Canada has a “Mexico City,” a concentrated population center of Mexican immigrants.

The dream then shifts from a documentary to an episode of “The Red Panda Adventures” that involves all of Canada being hypnotized/brainwashed into hating a man with the last name of Campbell. I remember a long text document [don't ask me why a dream about an episode of an audio series generates a dream image of a text document] that goes on and on about what a despicable person Campbell is. At one point in the text document, there is a warped and twisted version of the Canadian equivalent of the Pledge of Allegiance that also mentions his name and says something bad about him. [I was curious, so I looked it up, and it turns out that there is no Canadian equivalent of the Pledge of Allegiance. My mind just made one up. Cool.]

Woke up at 4:00 A.M. at the end of a sleep cycle and needed the restroom, so I used it, then took a few notes on my dreams so far, then went back to sleep.

I'm in a really big library with white walls and lots of light wood. The word “dream” crosses my mind somehow. [I don't remember whether someone said it, or I saw it on a sign, or I was just thinking about it; I think it was probably the latter.] However it happens, it makes me realize, “Hey, I'm dreaming! I did it!”

I decide to try doing a scene transition. [I don't remember how I did it, but] I find myself sitting in front of a computer monitor, which is displaying a command prompt against a black screen. The program that's running is a text adventure based on the novel Watership Down. I can't do anything right in it – I try entering a couple of commands, but none of them make any progress. Even the inventory command yields a response that goes something like, “You can't have an inventory with only one!” It means that you have to have more than one rabbit in your party before you can check your inventory. I quickly discover that the program is tied to the computer's clock, and that if a certain number of seconds pass without the player making any progress, the program just gives you a Game Over saying something about how you just got eaten (you, the rabbit, in the game, that is). After I get this Game Over, I think: “I don't have to sit here and play this text adventure just because I ended up here. If I want to, I can get up from this computer and go explore the building.” So I do.

I'm still in the library, because that's where that computer is. It's near a second-story interior passageway that's open and more like a balcony, overlooking the ground floor of the library. I follow the passageway over to where it ends in a flight of stairs going down, then descend the stairs, holding on to the handrails the entire way to keep myself focused on and grounded in the dream, and to make sure it remains stable. It works. The whole time, I'm marveling at how the sensations of walking, descending stairs, and holding the handrails are exactly like they would be in reality. The stairs have handrails running up the middle of the steps, but they aren't parallel to the ones running up the sides of the stairs; they're at an angle, so I have to go through a narrow space between two handrails on the last few steps of the staircase. I say, “Why did I have to design these stairs this way?”

I exit the building, and am outside on a dream version of my college campus. It's sunny and beautiful, and all the buildings are big and white and slightly old-fashioned [in real life, most of them are various shades of brown, tan, or orange, and none of them date back further than the 1940s]. Also, the St. Louis Arch and another, light-brown arch with some words on it in black, marking the entrance to some area, are there. [I can't remember what the words said now, but there were two of them, they were the name of the area, and they both started with S.] I go, “Ahhh, it's so good to be here.”

I notice that the beach, with its light-colored, soft sand, is down at the bottom of the cliff. I decide to try something. I think to myself, “When I close my eyes and turn around, I'm going to be standing on that beach down there.” I close my eyes, turn around in a circle (not too fast), and then open them again. I'm now on the beach, not quite at the exact spot I had been shooting for, but pretty close. “It worked!” I say aloud.

I stand on the beach for a moment, but the waves suddenly start coming up really close to the cliff, so there's not enough dry sand left to stand on. I decide to spin around again to go somewhere else, but this time, I'm thinking, “Just take me wherever.”

[In retrospect, that wasn't a very good idea.] I end up on the porch of an old, slightly spooky-looking house made of wooden boards, that seems to be floating on the ocean. It's not abandoned, though – there is a couple living in it. Also, I now have a friend with me – no one I know in real life, just a random, unnamed female dream character.

I look out from the porch to the east at the surrounding landscape and see a world that is ending. The sky is filled with thick, solid black clouds, with streaks of bright red and orange here and there because the sun is rising behind them. The entire landscape is flooded, and a jumble of disconnected buildings stick out of the water here and there. Some of them are on fire, some are falling apart, and one is being ruled over by some sort of dictator, whose enormous figure I can see looming over the building and gesturing with his arms in a way that means “work, you miserable peons!”

The couple who live in the house we're at start talking to me and my friend. They say that we have to get back to safety by sailing back the way we came. I think, “But we didn't sail here! We teleported!” I don't say so, though. [I don't know why not. Either I didn't get a chance to say anything, or I didn't want her to know about my newfound teleportation abilities, I'm not sure.]

[From this point forward, my recall is a little less clear in that I remember all the scenes, but none of the transitions or connections between them.]

The next thing I remember is facing away from the house toward the west, where there is a sort of path leading away from the house, but it's made up of a bunch of vines (or tree roots?). I try to get to the other end of the path by spinning around and closing my eyes again, but this time it doesn't work at all. I say, “Okay, if we can't do that, we'll just get there the hard way,” and start climbing over the vines.

Somehow, I end up on the deck of a ship, and there are waves coming up onto the deck I'm on, over and through the metal railing to my left. One of them doesn't look very big (it's about the same height as the railing), but it breaks right on the deck I'm on, tilting the ship over but not capsizing it.

The next thing I know, my friend and I are being escorted through the flooded landscape in a boat. There is a tank-like, armored boat with lots of guns in front of our boat, and another one behind ours. I take it they're there for our protection, but I quickly figure out that they're mostly just there for intimidation, and they're not even doing a very good job of that. There are lots of dangerous things trying to attack us, including exploding police cars, but we and our boat are passing through all of them as if they were air. What's really protecting us is a magic spell, one which, I know in the dream, comes from the Incarnations of Immortality universe.

I'm on foot, indoors, running away from something. I run into what appears to be a bathroom. I wonder if the protection spell is still holding now that I'm off the boat.

[I'm not entirely sure whether these last two scenes were in this order, or the reverse order:]

I'm a student sitting in a classroom, on the first day of school. All the other student seats are full of preteen or teenage Japanese girls, but the teacher is white. She explains that all we'll do in her class is make these little hat/hair accessory things out of tissue paper, which must be very trendy, because many of the girls are wearing them in their hair.

I'm standing on some rocks in the ocean, near the beach. I'm still lucid, so I think, “Okay! Text-messaging! Task of the month!” I go to take my phone out of my pocket, but then think, “No, better not do that here – I don't want to get my phone wet.”

Woke up and was delighted to have had another lucid dream. While thinking back over it, I laughed out loud at that last part – I was concerned about my phone getting wet? It wasn't even my real phone! :-D Then again, I realized that that makes sense: my dream cell phone would have been just as damaged by dream water as my real one would be by real water. After all, that's what I expect will happen when cell phones get wet.

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Commentary:

Last night, I listened to about half of my binaural beats file at the beginning of the night, did a five-minute WBTB, did a lot of MILD affirmation and visualization both when I first went to bed and when I was going back to sleep after the WBTB, and had a new cardboard-square bracelet, one made with a smaller square of thicker cardboard than my first one, on my wrist the entire time. Something helped me have a really good, long lucid dream. I don't know what. How very unscientific of me, I know. I'm sorry, everybody.

On a more positive note, I'm getting a little better at this! I had more lucidity than ever before this time, and I thought about and actively tried out some dream control techniques while in the dream. I've moved out of the “what is this new world?!” phase now, and into a phase that can be characterized by these thoughts: “Okay, I get the idea of what lucid dreams are, but how do I shot web?” That is, I'm just starting to learn to use those dream control abilities. It was one thing to read about the spinning scene-change/teleportation ability, but as with most skills, now that I've done it for myself, I truly understand what it's like. Note to self, though: I should never spin around to transition to a new scene without first deciding what the new scene should be, because if I let it be random, I may not like what I get.

Like yesterday, several short dreams mostly late in the morning. I woke up more times and recalls some other tiny dreams and hallucinations but didn't write them down.

Fire Breath
0328: D. In a movie/video game. Stars David Duchovny and Jennifer Aniston. Though sometimes I sense the female character is my mother. Fighting hordes of evil demons. I choose one weapon and it's fire breath. It's super effective. Something about smelling like Patchouli oli.

Frisky Girl
0449: C. I'm in a hotel room but it's really big. There are four queen-sized beds lined up. It's dark. I'm on one of the center beds with a laptop, playing some classic game. A couple stumbles in and gets on the other middle bed next to me. The girl is Asian, the guy is middle-eastern or Indian. They start having sex. I feel a bit awkward. I watch for a bit, then turn away. I turn off the screen of the laptop and try to sleep. They finish and then the girl jumps on my bed. She's really friendly and frisky. She straddles me. Again, I feel weird but start to go along with it. The other guy doesn't seem upset. The girl and guy push our two beds together. But the guy lays in his bed while the girl lays with me in my bed. I'm showing her something on the laptop. Then I want to turn it off but I have trouble pressing the right button.

WBTB 60 minutes, B-Complex vitamin

Chasing Game
0753: D. Watching Ben play a game. He runs around a sports track chasing a monster. He is a deer. It's overcast and the ground is covered with snow. He quickly taps one button to speed up but he keeps accidentally pressing the Start button which pauses the game and breaks his rhythm.

Stationary Tactics
0835: D. I'm in the game Counter-Strike. The old one. The map is Office. I'm CT. I think I'm just playing with bots. I don't move. I just stand in the spawn and wait for the bots to find me. When they do, I headshot them with my pistol.

fragment
1102: F. Some cultural debate about Europeans?

I'm having some marathon REM cycles lately. Today, no supplements or unusual food but I drank some caffeine late in the day that kept me up late.

Ectoplasm Game
1038: D. I have the vague sense that this was really long, but my recall isn't great. I'm in a house with my mother and sister. But the house is unfamiliar. We are talking in the kitchen. The sink is full of dirty dishes. My sister is leaving tomorrow? Water is important for some reason.

Then I sit in the living room and play a video game. It's like Prince of Persia where I'm running and jumping along walls. The character looks more like Aladdin though. Sometimes it seems I am playing the game, other times I am in the game. I am leading around a princess, trying to escape a castle. All around, there is bluish gooey substances called ectoplasm. If you touch the ectoplasm, you'll become a ghost. I think it's blue because it's absorbed all the water. So as we are escaping, we also have to reverse the magic and save all the water.

But it's an inevitable part of the game that the main character will become a ghost. So there's one scene where I jump and can't avoid the ectoplasm. When I do, a retail box of the video game opens and there are souvenir water jugs inside.

fragment
I no longer have my Civic and instead drive a pickup truck.

I want to say this non-lucid dream was an hour long. It just kept going and going. And in cycle 2? Vividness was only average or below. It was memorable, but kinda boring at the same time. I'm just going to skim over it here yet it's still a wall of text.

B-Complex vitamin one hour before bed, drank natural apple juice

Longest Dream Ever
0637: B.
Paradoxical Architecture and Drug Party
I'm in a strange building with several floors and many staircases. It's hard to get to the room you want because each staircase takes you to a different place than you expect. I'm living here while going to college but I'm moving out soon, I'm trying to find someone to take my apartment. Then there's a family that moves in and I befriend their young 10-year-old son. Lots of deja vu feeling here.

Then I'm hosting a few friends in this strange apartment and we are doing drugs. Then it turns into a formal party for a community of strictly kosher Jews. Everyone is doing drugs and talking about being kosher. Then the landlord shows up and I'm supposed to give him the keys. But I remember the drugs in the bedroom so I sneak back in and put them in a briefcase. I run away from the building with my friends.

Mugged and Suspected
Now I'm alone, walking on the main street of a small town. Reminds me of Monterrey. Instead of a briefcase of drugs, I'm now holding a bottle of whiskey, open and half empty. I sense there are cops around and also a criminal. I let the criminal steal the bottle out of my hand as he runs by. The cops stop me. They think that I gave the criminal the bottle, like a planned exchange. They think it's hard drugs dissolved in water. But I'm so scared and clueless that they realize I'm no criminal and they let me go.

Bear-Lion Mating Season
Now I'm walking with the friends again and we still have the drugs. We're in the middle of nowhere on a dirt path through some grassy hills. We stop and one girl snorts it all. She turns into a bear-lion kind of thing. Looks like the head of those big Chinese lion parade costumes with the big floppy mouth. She has thick black fur like a bear. The rest of us stand back, not sure what to do. A male bear-lion appears nearby and stares at the female, as if to mate. I try to make eye contact with my friend to see what she's thinking. She can't speak. I think perhaps she is afraid of the male and wants my help. She gestures with her eyes, which I interpret to mean "you guys leave, I'll stay". So I leave and the male pounces on her.

Now I'm walking alone toward the nearest town. I see my bear-lion friend running down a hill toward the same town. I chase after her. She seems upset and I figure out that she didn't want me to leave. She wanted my help. Her eye gesture actually meant "let's all run that way." Now she won't forgive me. As we arrive in the town, she turns back into a woman. I plead with her but she'll never forgive me.

Dalai Lama in a Diner
Then, I'm sitting in a diner with Lance. He is reciting a quote from the Dalai Lama with a perfect voice impression. The quote (which seemed real, but I looked it up and couldn't find it IWL) is about idea of spiritual salvation contrasted with the distractions of modern culture. At the very end, Lance is just staring at me intently and I let the quote and the whole dream just sink in for a moment.

Drank some beer last evening so no recall until the second half of the night, but wow what a night.

Freaky Room
0652: C. I'm laying in a bed at one end of a long room. It's almost pitch dark. I can just make out the silhouette of some bedroom furniture and I sense there is a doorway at the far end of the room. A creepy little girl is running around the room. Her face glows like a dim candle. As she gets near me I'm a little frightened. Maybe I'm a little lucid because I tell myself this is just a dream and I should just stay calm and watch. The girl giggles and says "Come, you should see!" And then she exits the room through the door. I still haven't moved. Then I see a large man sitting at the far end of the room. His face is also glowing dimly. He stands up and slowly walks toward me at a zombie's pace. As he gets close, he stretches one arm out toward me as if he intends to grab me. I'm afraid and turn away, still laying in the bed. Dream fades.

Bridgette?
0733: C. I'm in a dark room. Seems like a bedroom. There's some light coming through a door near me that leads to a hallway. I think I'm looking for something in a dresser. A girl walks in and asks for my help. At first, she seems to be Bridgette, a very attractive coworker IWL. She's talking about a forum post about collecting all the images from the game loading screens. She's holding a piece of paper and she wants me to burn it for her. I tell her this is a dream. Again, maybe I'm a little lucid but the vividness and control are low. She says, "Oh, I'm dreaming with you?" I get a closer look and she looks Asian, which Bridgette is not. I say, "Yeah, help me take of my shirt." She does but as the shirt lifts over my head it blocks out my vision and the dream ends abruptly.

Kiting Sleep
0830: D. For about 30 minutes, I'm drifting in and out of sleep, false awakenings, wake, and hallucinations. Here's a bunch of fragments, I'm not sure which was which. I'm calling this "kiting" for lack of a known term. Some fragments were lucid, so I'm counting this as one lucid dream.

Watching two people play chess. The person playing white is making illegal moves but no one else notices and I don't say anything.

FA in my own bedroom. I hear music coming from my computer. It's not supposed to be on. I recognize the artist is Jimmy Eat World.

Riding in a car with my father driving. It's his old pickup truck. We are exiting a covered parking lot. Maybe a sports stadium. He's arguing something. I say this is a dream and I'm just going to fly away to avoid him. I try to jump through the roof of the car but fail.

I'm at a store paying for something. I pull out a black Visa card. Supposedly it's a "Visa HILL" card and it's very hard to get so I must be a VIP customer. The cashier is impressed.

My underwear is on backwards.

Sisyphus in Wonderland, Dream Guide?!
0930 A! This was an incredibly weird and memorable lucid dream. It's much more fantasy and strangeness then my average dreams.

FA. I'm in a bedroom. It's mostly dark. The room is arranged a bit like my real room. But there is a TV mounted on the far wall where there shouldn't be. I become lucid early on but my control is poor at the beginning. My father is in the room and we're arguing again. I'm so sick of this recurring theme with my father. I'm aware in the dream that I've already been through this on same night. I tune him out and think what I want to do now that I'm lucid and have some control.

I get outside somehow. It's night outside in a residential neighborhood. But the houses and trees are all cartoonish colors. The trees are purple and blue. The houses are crazy colors like yellow and red. It looks like something out of Dr. Seuss or Alice in Wonderland. But since it's dark, the bright colors aren't as noticeable and it seems somewhat realistic. The street is dimly lit with street lamps and moonlight. I walk in the middle of the street to the corner of the block, still upset and without a plan. At the corner, there is a building that looks like a drive-thru fast-food restaurant. On top of the building is a big neon sign styled in black and white with a font like Corner Bakery. The sign reads "difficulty, inc." which I think is kinda funny.

My father is following me and we start fighting with our bare hands. I try to fly away but he can fly too. My flying sucks today. I can hover fine but I can only thrust by pushing off things for short distances. We're still wrestling in the air and through the neighborhood. After a minute or two I am fed up and just try to fly away. The dream starts to feel unstable. I land next to a brick building with vines growing on the walls. I feel the vines and brick to get some sensory stability. But I still wake up.

I try to DEILD. I'm imagining the same scene, trying to re-enter. I'm about to give up, but I hear my father's voice describing the scene. He says things like "brick wall, restaurant down the street, grassy lawn" and this helps me get back into the scene. As soon as I'm back, I'm fighting with him again. But now I'm just walking away, trying to ignore him. When he gets close, I push him a way and continue walking. I don't want to waste any more of my lucid dream on him so I start spinning to teleport away. I try so hard that I wake up and turn my physical neck. At least I think I was awake. I'm in my bed and stop moving my head.

I try to DEILD again. Again, about 20 seconds pass and I'm about to give up. I'm about to switch to recalling earlier parts of the dream for my journal. But I suddenly feel like I'm going through a tunnel. I'm back in the dream. The edges of the tunnel turn into leaves and I find myself hiding in a bush peeking out through a hole in the leaves. It seems like time is going really fast around me for a few seconds. The tree leaves are rustling and street lamps are twinkling really fast like time-lapse photography. Things slow down to normal. I'm in the same dark cartoonish neighborhood but a different area. I'm in the middle of the quiet street. My father is gone and I'm in the deep in middle of the block where there are just houses, no restaurants or retail buildings.

Phew. Ok. Now, what to do? I start walking down the middle of the street, looking at the crazy colored trees and gingerbread houses. I see an old lady outside. I walk toward her but she enters her front door. I think of Mother Goose. I keep walking and start to see the end of the block in the distance. I see a paint store far off across the intersection that advertises two kinds of paint: "DRIED" and "WET". I think that's pretty funny and congratulate my subconscious for the joke.

Then a short goat-man jumps out at me from the shadow of the trees to my right. I'm startled but he quickly seems friendly. He's about 4 feet tall with goat legs and yellowish-brown fur. I guess he must be Pan from Greek mythology. He asks me what I'm doing. I remember my plan, I'm going to practice teleporting by spinning or opening doors. He says, "Cool! I'll try too!" And he starts spinning like a playful child. I start spinning as fast as I can. The world becomes a blur and unrecognizable. I slow down my I'm still in the same place in the same scene. Hmm, didn't work.

Another character approaches Pan and me. I don't get a good look at him, but I sense he is friendly and familiar. He says, "There's a portal in the boat" and points toward the nearest house. Later, recalling the dream, I think that maybe this character might have been my Dream Guide! I still don't recall what he looked like. Somehow though, I was left with three separate vague impressions: A man-size yellow dinosaur (think Barney), Homestar Runner, and Ronald McDonald. I lead the way as the three of us walk up to the house he pointed out. It's yellow with red trim. It looks like a life-size gingerbread house or a cartoonish McDonald's. The front door is only about 3 feet high and I get a strong Alice in Wonderland feeling.

I'm puzzled. This is a house, not a boat. There's a lunchbox next to the front door. I bend over to look at it. "Is this what I'm looking for?" No, I sense my DG gesturing into the house. I look in a window where I can see through to the backyard. I stoop down and we all walk through the small house to the backyard. In the middle of a small patch of grass, there's an inflatable kiddie pool with a plastic toy boat floating. Okay, this must be the boat but where's the portal and how I am supposed to get in such a small boat? DG says exactly what I'm thinking: "Shrink down to size." Okay, never done that before. I bend over to get a closer look at the boat and see a USB port on it with some text printed under it. I squint to read the words. My alarm goes off and wakes me up.

I'm at the mall with my friends, and one of them says we have to find a book that meets some qualifications that I forgot about. We all rush off, and I'm looking at books at a certain store, and they are too, but it's determined that the book isn't there.

I head away from the book stand, and notice that there are people lined up at the register. As I walk past them, I notice some DC putting on the clothes that he's about to buy right in the line. He's so angry and talking about how he hates the army and the navy is the best. I tried to ignore it, and kept moving. I could hear the guy yelling stuff about it now. He's getting really irate about his hatred for the army.

I turn around, and some guy is arguing with him, and another old scrappy guy (we'll call him Sgt Screwballs) who's obviously ex army approaches behind the two people arguing. He's conveniently behind the navy guy, and he's signaling that he'll help the other guy fight him if he makes the first move. Then Screwballs pulls out an old machete, and makes the same movements again. At this point, I'm trying to leave and be as discrete as possible.

Screwballs yells at me, and I turn around. He's talking to a crowd of people about how good the army is, and he says something about how "it's written" that everyone must join. Then he threw his machete at me in mid sentence. I immediately ducked it and ask him WTF was up. Screw balls heads for his downed machete, and starts chasing me through the mall. I'm cutting corners so he never gets a clear line of sight. I can feel him gaining on me, so I decided to turn around and reason with him.

I yelled that theres no reason why he should be doing this, and he threw his machete at me again. This time, i slapped it on it's side before it got to me, and it slid across the ground. I sort of wanted to question why my reaction time was this heightened, and why the guy choose to only chase after me, but I had to keep running. The dream ended shortly after.

Restful, but light sleep this night with many short interrupted dreams. The lucids are barely worth counting. I'm giving myself credit for at least recognizing some dreamsigns that made me lucid.

Food and Robots
0523 C. Hazy and jumpy. Two girls are competing for my attention. We are in a two story house. I'm resting on the couch on the first floor watching a boy singer who might be a robot. One girl is on the first floor and the other on the second. They are both cooking things for me. One cooks a steak but it looks like a big raw beef roast. Around it she puts a bunch of small Philly-style cheesesteak sandwiches. The other girl made something too but the first girl blocked her from showing me. I go to the bathroom and I think the second girl meets me in there to tries to tell me something. Something about the cartoon charactor Lisa Simpson. Maybe she is Lisa. Then the boy robot singer starts singing again but he's terrible. The first girls is upset about this: "Did you reset the game back to beginning?!"

Meanwhile, I recall cut scenes in between my plot to a different character. It's a guy pretending to be a robot. He's dressed a bit like the Tinman from Wizard of Oz but really skinny. He's trying to blend in with other robots that all look that same. The robots greet him in a robotic voice (think the infantry droids from Star Wars) saying "Left-hand side of you." To which he is supposed to salute his right arm across to his left side. Then "Right-hand side of you" and salute with other arm. The pretend robot catches on to this greeting and fools the other robots. At one point he is drinking from a water fountain. I sense he is my friend.

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0654 D. Short dream. Not sure what to make of my notes: I'm baking a special bread that will make me lucid. Carry inside my body? The Simpsons.

WBTB+MILD 10 minutes

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0748: D. I'm Homer Simpson and I'm practicing MILD. I go into a dream world with simple geometric-shaped objects like Tron. I'm being chased by men in suits with pistols like the agents from The Matrix. I can stop their bullets just like Neo.

Trouble sleeping, turned it into a WBTB+meditation and reading DV for about an hour total

False Awakening Chain
1018 C. This was about 20 minutes of false awakenings. In my own room. I can see through my sleep mask. I see my desk and alarm clock in the wrong place across the room. I'm lucid but can barely move my arms and legs. I manage to sit up in bed. At this point IWL, the garbage truck shows up and makes a loud banging noise about every five minutes. Each time, this either wakes me up or triggers an FA. Some times I could move my arms to nose-plug and I was awake. Other times I couldn't move my arms. I'm unsure how many times it happened but I recall a couple more lucid periods.

False awakening. I can see but the view is dark and blurry. I sense a small dog jump on my bed to my left. He gets close to my face and I can feel the heat of his breath. I can't move to look at him. I'm just trying to be patient for the scene to solidify. The dog starts growling. Interrupted by noise.

False awakening. I'm laying on my back and can't move my body. I can tilt my head down and look at my body. My view looks like an X-ray image highlighted with electric blue. A blue line extends along my body like my spine but continues all the way down to between my feet.

Eventually, I reach a real wakening and give up on this futile chain so I can note it in my journal.

False Awakening, Dreamsign
1044: C. Another false awakening. I can see through my sleep mask. I notice my bedroom door is open when it shouldn't be. I hear my roommate in the next room, whisking eggs I think. I can't move.

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1000: F. I recalled this dream after/inside the dream that followed it all I remember is a fragment. A blond man?

Doomsday Program, Customer Complaint
1114: D. Really jumping with very short and fast scene cuts. I'm at work. I woman comes in and tells me I have to get out fast. It's like near the beginning of The Matrix when Neo needs to sneak out of his office. The woman leads me to a car and I'm driving. We are chased by some bad guys. I tell her to reach in the back seat and grab a special cell phone. I tell her to dial a special sequence of numbers. She does and it activates a doomsday program. We are on a bridge over water and parts of it collapse but the section we are on is intact. Buildings around in the distance all blow up and collapse. The bad guy car can't follow us but we're stuck on this section of bridge.

Cut to what feels like a ransom exchange with the bad guys. I hand a guy a brief case. He looks like Andy Garcia's character in Ocean's Eleven. He hands it to another guy who then runs along a the bridge cable but there's no bridge.

Cut to a big warehouse building with a dirt floor. I have my shirt off and I'm fighting the bad guys gladiator style. One of them is still the Andy Garcia character.

Cut back to me at work. I'm dozing on a couch in the kitchen (not real IWL). I keep thinking of the previous dream about the blond man. I'm trying to keep it in my mind so I can recall it later. I look up at the bulletin board and see a red poster with a very angry customer support email complaint on it. Something about a guy who lost his credits after they went over 4000. I ask, "Hey, has anyone looked into this?" A co-worker (IWL he's just an artist) gets angry at me. He says it would be so easy to look up the guy's account and he describes the few keystrokes that it would take. But he says he knows it's probably just a fraudulent claim and it's a waste of time. He's angry at me because he thinks I care too much and it's a waste of time. I'm taken aback my this.