All DJ Entries

I have filled two notebooks with my dream journal entries. This night I started my third.

Tholy's Factory
0427: I'm watching the life of an eccentric tycoon who builds a giant factory. People call him "Tholy". Inside the factory is an artificial lake, and on the lake are built battleships that we will use to beat the Russians. Tholy does all this for his nephew. There is a charitably couple who donates money to build a church inside the factory. Tholy seems interested in the wife. Something about so much money that the banks will delay the transaction for investigation. Other random details about the factory: There are two long lines of floating platforms across the lake which will be used to build the support columns. Then there are large sheets of steel that are bent over to form a roof.

Random Weirdness in Grocery Store
0742: At grocery store with mother and sister. Looking for specific things but can't find them. Maybe cheese and cat food? Something about a lightsaber that should be hanging on the wall but it's missing. Mouse and keyboard don't work. I complain that the store is arranged illogically.

Movie / Video Game
0859: Laying a bed. I hear behind me a movie playing on my computer. It sounds like a typical anime fighting movie. Then I'm looking at a youtube video of a replay of a fighting game. But it takes the person forever to navigate through the menus of the game to start it.

Random Weirdness in Apartment
0940: I'm living with Lance as my roommate. I have a phone connected to the land line. The phone rings. I accidentally have the phone off the hook while Lance is trying to make a call. My bathroom floor has a bunch of hair on it, like I just gave myself a haircut. Lance tells me my shower faucet is broken.

fragment
A friend is pregnant and about to go in to labor. (day residue)

Random Weirdness in a Video Game
1010: Sister and her boyfriend. I am playing a video game in the living room. It's a team shooter like Call of Duty. I'm covered in blankets. Something about grabbing a woman in the game. Then I'm trying to fall asleep in the same spot. Cell phone rings. Something about a horse skeleton.

Starcraft Game
1110: I'm in a game. It's a first-person shooter. The theme and units are all Starcraft. But the game plays more like Unreal Tournament. I start out as a marauder and run around jumping and shooting grenades at the enemy. Then I realize I'd rather be a reaper.

Record my 50th LD this night. I think my actual count is off by a few but it's close enough. So yay me!

Playing Cards
In the desert, maybe in the wild west like Red Dead Redemption. I am with a friend around a campfire and there's also another DC. He's a middle-aged man. In the dream I recall thinking he looked like a well-known actor but I can't recall who. We start playing cards. My friend and I play a few rounds of Texas Hold 'Em. Then the third man is dealer and he deals out a hand of 7-Card Stud, which my friend and I don't really like. Then we play a different game where we are dealt out a lot of cards, like a whole deck. I ask it he dealt too many. Recall fades.

Sex DEILD Chain
Method DEILD
Lucidity C
Vividness B
Control C
Recall is a bit hazy. DEILD from a previous dream that I don't recall. I enter the dream in an FA, looking through my sleep mask at my bedside clock. I try to move my limbs but it either wakes me up or triggers an FA. So I lay patiently without moving, just waiting and staring at the clock. I begin to become sleepy and close my eyes which triggers yet another FA.

Now I'm in a different bed and the stability of the dream is better. It's a very large bed and there is a huge pile of laundry on it, almost up to the ceiling. I'm laying on one corner of the bed. I roll out of bed and put on my glasses. The dream becomes clearer and more vivid. I walk out of the bedroom. Outside, the hallway is an open balcony overlooking the entryway and living room of the house below. I don't recognize this house at all.

Confused and disoriented, I encounter an attractive girl who I don't recognize. I grab her and we do the business. The dream destabilizes and I wake. I DEILD back into a similar scene with a different attractive and anonymous girl. I lead her back to the bedroom with the bed covered with laundry and proceed. This cycle repeats 3-4 times, connected by a mix of FAs and DEILDs. Mostly I just recall that the sex was great.

Work and Pizza
I'm at work, which is surprisingly rare in my dreams. I sitting in one of the pens instead of my real office. I recognize many real coworkers sitting near me. CG is walking back and forth between me and LM, because LM and I don't get along. CG is calling him "Steel" for some reason. Anyway, I'm begin especially sarcastic and disruptive.

I walk to the kitchen where I see one box of pizza so I take a slice and return to my desk. Moments later, I return to the kitchen just as a pizza delivery man is dropping off another pizza box. This happens a few times, with a delivery man dropping off a single pizza just as I am there to take a slice.

1100: CG and LM, coworkers, are at my house. There is a problem at work so CG gets on my computer to fix it. LM is acting like an idiot and making a fool of himself. CG gets mad. He asks LM to leave. Then something about balls?

Cats
Method DILD (absurdity)
I'm indoors, in a room, talking to someone. Maybe my sister? Oreo, my old cat from years ago is here. She bites me arm and stretches my skin with her grip. My skin stretches unrealistically. This is weird. I must be dreaming. I RC to confirm. Ok, I'm lucid. Remember plan: Summon B. I walk out of the room to a hallways. From the hallway, I see windows to other rooms. I try to imagine B in one of those rooms. But I fail to summon her. I wake up.

Weird Weapon
1228: I think I am with H's younger brothers. They show me an interesting weapon. It's a gun. You load it with a coin, such as a dime. It fires the dime and the bullet bounces against a soda machine. It bounces back and melts. It comes back to the barrel of the gun and turns into a bullet. You turn a crank to fire the gun. Larger coins, like a quarter, make larger bullets. I show this to Justin, who is a bit of a gun nut. He turns the crank really hard and the gun fires so hard that it breaks the soda machine and breaks the cycle.

Then there is some religious ceremony that is disturbed now that the gun is temporarily broken. People are upset because they has expectations for the religious ceremony.

Then I am with friends at a football stadium. The game just ended and we are leaving. They want to stop at the arcade to play a fighting game. I would only want to play Hearts, but they don't want too.

fragment
Roommate's mail has a case of beer. It's in his school locker. I move it to the mail slot. Then at a gas station. To activate the pump, you have gesture with a smile and thumbs up.

Decent night. Working on building my recall and discipline back up.

The Girl Moves Out
1122: A very emotionally charged and memorable non-lucid. I live in the Daisetta house. My roommate is S, a former coworker girl from real life, with whom I had a very brief and destructive romantic relationship. That experience was about a year ago and we've never spoken since. So in the dream, she lives in my house. Her room is next to mine. It's nighttime. I walk into her room. She is watching TV. There are a a few piles of laundry waiting to be folded. On top of the clothing, a couple of cats are hanging out too. I sit and watch TV with her for a while. Her and I seem to quietly accept each other's company. She doesn't freak out or act upset like I am afraid she will. We are actually having a good time hanging out together.

Then she leaves the room, I expect her to be right back. Maybe she went to the bathroom or to the kitchen. But time fast-forwards an hour or so and she hasn't returned. I walk out of the room and around the house looking for her. I run in to a strange man who startles me. I ask: "What are you doing here?!" He replies: "I'm one of the movers." Oh. I realize that S is moving all her stuff out. I walk out and find her in the backyard. We have this exchange:

Me: What's going on?
S: I'm moving out.
Me: But I thought things between us were just starting to be okay again.
S: (shakes her head)
Me: So you're really leaving? You know I'm sorry....

She walks away and back to her room. I stand still for a moment. I am crushed. But at the same time I realize this was inevitable. I probably deserve it. I follow her back to her room. She is packing up things. I start to help her. We have this quiet moment where I sense we are both sad but also realize this is for the best. Soon, she's ready to go. I walk with her to the front door. At the last moment, she turns to me, looks me in the eyes and asks: "Why?" I know what she means. All I can say is: "I don't know. I guess... I just really really really liked you. Too much, I suppose."

She gives me an understanding smile. She lets me kiss her on the cheek. We have one of those I-can't-believe-this-is-really-goodbye-forever moments. Then she turns and walks out to the street where a taxi is waiting. I close the door and reflect on what happened.

Then I think I wake up for real. But my mind is still really wrapped up in the dream, so I continue in a daydream, which seems obvious because of how the plot changes from something natural to something artificial and movie-like. I'm still standing just inside the front door, reflecting on all that is happened. I miss her. I don't want her to go. But I also feel guilty and ashamed. Then I hear the door bell ring. I open the door and there is S. Her face is full of anticipation, like she's about to burst. She says "I really really really like you too!" And she kisses me passionately. End. I suppose that's how I'd like it to end, but it didn't seem satisfying. It didn't seem genuine.

fragment
School field trip to a secluded private park. Trying to watch birds mating. Most people are off playing football. I ask if they are playing a real game but they are just tossing the ball around like 3-flags up. I join and throw a few times. My throw is really weak.

Umm... Yeah... I think I'm dreaming
Method DILD (absurdity)
1237: I'm coming home from work. I'm walking along a bike path. I stop at a public restroom. I walk up to a urinal. I look down and I have two penises, one lined up above the other. Oh, I really must be dreaming. I nose-pinch and I can breath. But I wake up immediately.

Dysfunctional TV Family
1346: Watching TV show on VHS tapes, on the big screen TV from the Daisetta house. The show is about a family with 2 daughters and a son. I think the parent is a single mom. The oldest daughter just finished high school. She had to take summer school classes to finish. The son drinks. The youngest daughter is a bratty and rebellious teen. In one scene, I sense I am in the car with the mom. We are in a grocery store parking lot. She backs out and then goes in reverse all the way out to the street. So we're driving down the street in reverse. Then she brakes and turns hard. The car starts to skid around and ends up going straight forward on the street. But it's a one lane street in both directions and we narrowly miss hitting an oncoming car.

Now I'm back in the house, watching the show again on TV. I am worried that it's getting late and I need to leave soon. I look and see several clocks. On on the TV, one on the VCR, and a couple other alarm clocks on top of the TV. They all show different times. I don't know which one to believe. So I leave the room to find a clock I can trust. End.

Been out of practice for most of the week. I can see my dream recall suffering. This was a good night though.

Practice RCs, Dream Guide
Method DILD (prospective memory)
Lucidity B
Vividness C
Control B
0626: I don't recall the beginning very well. I'm laying on a bed. My roommate is in the room. I push off a bunch of small wood blocks from the bed and they fall on the floor noisily. Then I pull the covers over me and my roommate leaves the room. I don't know why, but I remind myself to do a reality check. I nose-plug once and don't believe it. I do it again and now realize I am lucid. I remember my plan: do nothing, practice reality checks, let my dream guide find me.

I walk out of the room. I now seem to be in the Daisetta house. I walk out to the backyard and then around to the side of the house. I try a list of RCs. Many of these I've rarely or never done so I wanted to experience what they were like in a dream:

Nose-plug: I can breathe.
Count fingers: I have double-vision as I look at my hands but I still count 10 fingers.
Finger through palm: doesn't work.
Memory: I couldn't recall how I got to this house.

The next few needed some objects, so I walked back inside the house to the kitchen.

Clock: numbers were changing crazily, and I could will them to change.
Text: for double-spaced lines, the text seemed normal. Fsingle-spaced lines, it started to dance and look crazy. But for both I don't recall actually reading or remembering the words.
Light switch: I notice the light turn on and off but the light level doesn't really change. But there was also sunlight coming through the window so I wouldn't expect a lamp to make much difference.

Cool, that was interesting. Now what. I notice my roommate in the house, so I decide to will him to leave. I look at him and imagine that he is about to leave for work. He does starting moving toward the front door and out to a car in the driveway. I follow him with my eyes and my will all the way until he is gone.

Then I recall the bit about letting my dream guide find me. On cue, the door bell rings. I open it and a man enters. He's maybe 35, slightly overweight, with tan skin, black hair, and a goatee mustache. I don't recognize him, nor is he very impressive. He just looks like a random guy. In his hands, he has a brown paper bag. From the bag, he pulls out a candle which he presents to me like a gift. He says something like "Here's something that helps others in your situation." I try to interpret what that means but don't get it. He opens the bag and shows me what else is in there: a bottle of sake and a fried rice cracker treat that you might get at a Japanese restaurant or market. I'm trying to figure out what these things could mean and I wonder if this guy is really my dream guide.

The door bell rings again. This time, it's another man, a bit older than the last, with pale skin and a cleanly shaved face. He's wearing a blue business casual shirt and slacks. I imagine he is an accountant and I vaguely recognize him as a type actor who plays small parts in TV shows and commercials. He doesn't say anything. I look at him and back at the other man. Confused. Not sure what to make of this. Dream ends.

New AA At Work
1207: Living with my mother. New work office. I sense that my work is a TV show and we've started a new season with some new characters and a new setting. There's a new administrative assistant who is an attractive blond woman who reminds me of an actress. I need to fill in a overtime paycheck request form. I do this and give it to the woman. She checks and and sees I forget the date at the top. I take it back and realize I've filled the whole thing in pencil but it should be in pen. I feel embarassed.

Complaining About The Team
0144: In a dark office with Lance. It's raining outside. We are talking about the company football team. The quarterback was replaced by C and we are joking about how bad he is. He can't throw a spiral. Lance finds a radio broadcast of the game on the internet. Our team is losing. Now it seems to be college football instead of the company. We talk about what are team should do. Now it seems to be Starcraft instead of football. Lance says all they do it mass tier one units. I suggest something tricky like a DT rush.

fragment
Talking to a girl. She asks me when I lost my virginity. I answer and ask her the same. Then I realize how flirtatious she is and move in to kiss her. To my surprise, she pulls me down to lay on top of her. Coitus ensues.

fragment
Another sex dream, but I can't recall any details.

Lucid Donuts
Method DILD (absurdity)
This was in my last sleep cycle. I'm laying on a bed. On and around the bed are a bunch of coworkers. I have the impression that we are on a work retreat near the beach. They are talking about the company's goals and culture. There is a box of donuts on the bed that people are eating. Chris is typing at a laptop and asking for people's opinions. He turns to me, but I'm more interested in the donuts. As I reach for a donut, I realize that I am not in my own bed, these people shouldn't be here, and I shouldn't be eating donuts. I am lucid for just a moment and then wake up.

I think I actually had 9 dreams or more. Late in the night, I was having really short cycles, about 15-30 minutes each. After a few, I realized I should try to DEILD chain them and then succeeded in having 2 lucids. But I didn't write anything down so my recall of the lucids to spotty and some of the non-lucids in between are lost.

Also, one of my best nights on Zeo. Scored 92. 8h 54m total sleep with 3h 37m in REM.

The Pink Dress
0914: C. Cycle 3 dream. It's Halloween or close to it. I'm in the Daisetta house. I'm arguing with my sister about something. I walk outside and lay on some couch cushions at the street curb. One of the neighbors is a an attractive young woman. An ex-girlfriend? She's dressed in a hot pink party dress with black trim and sunglasses. I thought of Marilyn Monroe. I guess it's a Halloween costume. She's walking around me, as if trying to arouse me or make me jealous. She has a younger sister of about 10 years who is also in a dress and is mimicking her older sister. The little girl is stumbling around in high heels and it's kinda funny. At one point, the little girls says "I just ate my burning bush." The older girl and I both laugh.

WBTB, 10 minutes

Family, TV Show
1025: D. Jumpy. Not sure of the order here. Sharing a room with my sister. I am folding laundry. She has written on a dry-erase board: "DO PIANO." She says something to my mother about Tai Chi. Watching the Jay Leno show. In the audience are a bunch of women from the army. They play 20 questions with the male actor guest. I recognized him but can't think of his name. In the dream, they call him "Clausen."

Sleazy Game Show Director
1111: C. No dreambody for me. Just watching like a movie. Two twin teenage girls wandering in the middle of nowhere. They hear voices coming from an abandoned warehouse. Inside, they find what looks like the filming set of a television game show. But all the people are just cardboard cutouts. There's only one real man who is "directing" this strange show. He's really sleazy. The girls approach him and he tries to convince them to appear on camera.

fragment
1130: D. This is where the really short dreams started. Man has a book of jokes. He's reading them aloud and laughing. In the floor are grooves on in the grooves are marbles. So you can place a chair on the marbles and slide it around.

Mocking Note-Taking
1145: C. I'm in my own bedroom with friends H, B, and D. H is explaining something. My television screen has been unplugged and moved on to my desk. I have a pen and am pretending to take notes on what H is saying on the palm of my hand. I'm trying to make B and D laugh. The conversation gets sidetracked by my prank and H is interrupted.

First Lucid, Angry
Method DILD (prospective memory)
Lucidity C
Control D
Vividness C
I am in the bedroom of the Daisetta house. H is also here with a bunch of other DCs who I suppose are his friends. I don't know them but we are all hanging out and it's cool. I am wearing pajamas and at some point I rip my pants. The DCs all tease me and I get really embarrassed and angry. I storm off to the kitchen and sit in a chair to stew in my anger. Occasionally, the DCs would pass by on their way to the fridge and would tease me more. As I'm thinking, I remember my intention to become lucid and become lucid. I nose-plug RC. Then I grab one of the mean DCs, lift him up, and throw him out the front door. I do this with a couple other of the DCs. Now everyone is upset at me. I walk outside. It's dark of night. The street is lit with the red and blue flashing lights of police cars. Dream fades.

there were some short non-lucids in between here, but I can't recall any details

Second Lucid, Task Attempts
Method DEILD
Lucidity C
Control C
Vividness C
From a non-lucid, I DEILD into this one. I was trying to re-enter the scene from the earlier lucid. The scene ended up being similar but not the same. I'm on a dark street in a residential neighborhood. Across the street is a gas station. I try to remember my goal for today. I was actually summon a bunch of my friends and have a party. But in this dream, all I remembered was to try summoning. So I try summoning S from work with the turn-around technique. I try and fail several times. Then I think to call her. I don't have my phone. I walk to the convenience store in the gas station, hoping to buy a prepaid cell phone. There are two attendants inside. They are arguing over something. I'm reminded of a scene from the movie Encino Man (wow that was a long time ago). I get impatient and just steal one of their personal cell phones. I don't actually know S's phone number so I just dial a bunch of random numbers. It rings and goes to her voice mail. Her outgoing message is weird. Half way through it, I start to will the message to be more personal. At the end she says "I love you." Not very satisfying.

I decide to do something else. Many of my recent lucids have been kinda weak and unfocused like this. I walk through the neighborhood and find a group of DCs sitting in what looks like a line of roller coaster cars. But they are just on the ground on the sidewalk. I talk to one pair of women. I think they are in their 30s. One has long black hair and is wearing a blue blouse. I don't remember what we talked about. Here, lucidity fades and I don't recall any more of the dream.

a few more short non-lucids that I don't recall anything detail about

Four from the night and two from an afternoon snooze.

fragment
1103: D. Traveling as a drug mule. With daughter of the drug boss. It's actress Kristen Bell, as I recognize her from Deadwood.

Cooking Emergency at Work
1233: C. Emergency at work and Myra has to cook something quickly. Something with noodles in it. She will miss her wedding party because of it. Everyone feels bad for her but she's so self-sacrificing. Then I'm in the back seat of a car. Joe R is driving with Myra in the passenger seat and Lance also with me in the back. Joe is dropping Myra off while he is going to the airport. He's talking about how airports around the world are all the same because they all have the same familiar noises. I think he's going to Japan.

The Ig Fish
1317: B. At a Japanese restaurant. Want to order a simple fish dish, salmon I think. The waitress is a middle-aged Japanese woman. She doesn't hear me right. She thinks I order a really rare and poisonous fish called Ig. I point to what I want on the menu. She asks "are you sure?" a few times. She finally accepts it.

Skip to several minutes later. A Fedex package has arrived at the restaurant with the fish I ordered. The waitress shows me the package and says "Look, we had this very rare Ig fish delivered for you!" There are two fish in the package, each wrapped in plastic. This isn't what I wanted but since it was so much trouble I might as well go with it. I hand it back to the waitress with my approval. She sends to it kitchen to be prepared.

I see a young woman at the next table eating the same Ig fish dish. The fish is colored with dark red and blue strips. It has many feather-like fins all over it like a coral lionfish. It's propped up on thick fins underneath, almost like feet. The woman says something about how she can't eat all of it and she likes to cut it a certain way.

fragment
F. I recalled this while writing down the previous dream. Something about making tools for, Google, and Chrome.

Database Cleanup
1811: C. In a house with my mother and two people from high school, Chris and Brian. We work from Frank? He arranged a promotion deal with a satellite TV company. Chris inserts some data in our database but he did it wrong. He's leaving for somewhere so it's left to me to fix it. Brian is trying to explain the situation but he isn't technical enough. I need to actual list of accounts that need to be removed from the database. I look for my mother, hoping she knows where that information is. She is asleep on a couch the kitchen. The kitchen is a bit like the SAV house. The room is mostly dark and there is a very noisy fan on. I wake her up and apologize for doing so. I ask her if she knows which accounts need to be deleted. I turn to Brian and he's dressed like a Boy Scout. He's about to leave for a meeting.

fragment
D. Feels like a documentary about the wild west. Reminded of Deadwood and Red Red Redemption. Something about the development of the Bowie knife. Hunting wild rabbits near a road out in the desert wilderness.

Was exhausted this night. Got home and took a hot bath. I don't even remember laying down in bed. Apparently, I went to bed without my Zeo, eye mask, ear plugs, and without setting my dream journal next to my pillow. So I didn't write these dreams down and didn't note the times.

Internet Cafe
I'm in a quiet room filled with desks and computers. It seems like a library or internet cafe. The desks are cheap plastic and the chairs are folding chairs. My roommate is here and there are maybe just 2-3 other random DCs. I brought my roommate here because he needs to use a computer for something. He was skeptical, but now that we are here, he's finds it useful. Meanwhile, I'm on a computer browsing forums. I stand up and go to a different computer so I can read a different forum. I think that this place could actually make money if it advertised itself as an internet cafe.

Trains, Sex
Method DILD (dreamsign)
Lucidity C
Control D
Vividness C
I'm near a train station. It's reminiscent of the ones I used to use around Los Angeles. I'm in a hurry, running toward the station. I notice the stairways are changing color. The one I'm running toward turns blue. I interpret this to mean the train is arriving soon. I'm just in time and the train arrives. I hop on without buying a ticket. (I once did this by accident, got caught, and had to pay the fine) But I see an attendant checking tickets. She is an old lady. I hop off, buy a ticket, get back on and show it to her. I have to sign my name on it for some reason. Then I drop it in a shoe box with the others.

So now the train is moving. I'm sitting facing inward. The train is about a quarter filled with DCs. I look around and try to imagine what the people are thinking, like I used to do to past the time when I rode the train. I notice several young women on the train staring at me seductively. This has been a fairly reliable dreamsign. OK, I'm lucid. Oops, no reality checks or goals. My control is low. I get up and approach the woman sitting across from me. She is attractive with reddish-brown hair, a red sweater, jeans, and obnoxiously large sunglasses. She gets up too. We have sex. At one point, I put my hand on the back of her head and feel that her hair is now a very short buzz cut. The sex lasts for a satisfying few minutes until the dream fades.

Summoning, Flying, Legos on the Moon
Method DEILD
Lucidity B
Control C
Vividness B
I think this was a DEILD from another non-lucid that I don't recall. I was lucid from the beginning. I start with a false awakening. I'm in the family room of the Daisetta house. It's a large room and I'm alone, laying on the carpeted floor under some bed covers. I think of what to do. I still have sex on the brain so I decide to try summoning a girl. Rachel is the target. My mother walks in to tell me that someone has come to visit. I ask who. I don't recall who she said, but it's not Rachel. I try to roll with the punch. I say to my mother "Oh, will you tell me when Rachel arrives?" She acknowledges and leaves. Moments later, my mother walks back in to say someone else has arrived. "Is it Rachel?" "No, it's your friend from work." I stand up and walk out of the room toward the entryway. It turns out to be Nate, a former coworker. Ugh, this isn't working.

I march out of the house, determined to do something else but I'm not sure what. I rub my hands and look around the neighborhood. It's bright and sunny and it's at this point that I appreciate the vividness. Cool. I start flying and look at the landscape below. I'm having trouble turning again. (I now realize this is my mind obeying the laws of physics and inertia, I'll have to work on that.) I'm drifting toward a hillside. I try to turn but I keep drifting and bumping into the hill. Frustrated, I think I should try something more specific. The moon! I look upward and start flying straight up. Now I have no trouble getting speed.

I'm quickly out of the atmosphere and the ambient light disappears into a starry universe. This is my first time in outer space. I see the moon. It's gray but on it I can see colorful mountains. I think perhaps the moon has become a giant trash heap? Then I miss the moon. Yup, I'm going so fast that I miss and zoom past it. This is kinda scary for a moment because all I see around me is open space. I manage to turn around. Now I can see the Earth and the moon again. I circle around the moon a bit, carefully trying to line up.

Finally, I land on the gray surface. The colorful mountains I saw from far away are actually buildings made of giant Lego blocks. I look around a bit for people from DV. But I don't see anyone. I find myself next to a gray castle-like building. At the entrance is a metal gate that looks like a jail cell. Inside is a dragon made of Legos. He is gray, like the moon surface, except for the yellow accent of the scales on his back, his wing-like ears, and his nostrils. He says in a deep rumbling voice: "Intruder!" I remain calm. I explain that I'm an explorer. He becomes friendly. I talk to the dragon for a bit. I forget about what. At this point, the dream was fading.

Had an energy drink and coffee late in the day which made it difficult to sleep.

Wedding, Belt
1130: C. At a wedding. Forgot my belt. Go to a closet to get one. It's too small. It looks like an Ace bandage. I put it on anyway. Lucas is in the room. He's upset about something and he's singing an angry song that sounds like Eminem. I consider asking if he is okay. But instead I just ignore him. Then I go back to the wedding party. An old couple asks me if I have a girlfriend. The man has a small statue in his hand.

1337: F. Two sentences on illegible notes.

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.

I slept GREAT last night. Zeo game me a score of 94, compare to my average of 68. I slept 9 hours total with 3h 48m in REM sleep in 6 cycles. That's a lot of dreaming!

I took the B-Complex vitamin one hour before bed and took a relaxing hot bath to meditate and adjust my body temperature for sleep. Tonight's dreams weren't as vivid as yesterday. Maybe the apple juice was the difference? But they were really really long. The three that I recalled seemed at least 30 minutes long each. I wrote a while page of notes for each and could still recall more detail that I didn't bother to write down. In fact, they were so long and not very interesting that I'm going to cut them short here.

Gordon Ramsey's Love Troubles
0503: B. Gordon Ramsey guest stars on a TV sitcom, maybe The Big Bang Theory. Gordon is a roommate with the dorky guys and there another group in the next door apartment as well. It's too crowded and someone says "Someone has to go back to Poland!"

Then scene changes to outside a nightclub with Gordon and the roommates. His part is to approach a shy girl and ask her for a date as a prank. She is supposed to be charmed because he's so famous. But she isn't interested and the prank backfires. Gordon is surprised and humbled. There's a taxicab in the scene.

Then the scene starts over but now it's "real" life and not the TV show. Gordon does the same thing of approaching a shy girl and gets rejected. He's humbled and goes into the club. A really hot redheaded woman meets him and comforts him. But then she finds out it was a prank and she's really really upset and leaves. Gordon is now completely devastated.

Then the dream really jumps around. There's a parking lot and a staircase. It leads to a college dormitory with a rec room. Gordon is in the rec room with a TV, arcade games, and a giant touch-screen computer thing. Some college students are in there watching TV. Now I am the main character in first-person instead of Gordon in third-person. Lance is looking for me but I am avoiding him. The students in the rec room cover for me.

Exchange Student
0651: B. I'm an exchange student living with a foster family. It seems like I'm still in the US though. The first part of the dream jumped around a lot. I'm supposed to film a TV commercial with this family. Then I'm making some kind of cake and pudding desert. But when I try to flip the pudding out on top of the cake, it spills on the floor and I feel bad because it's someone else's kitchen. Then the foster family has a bunch of kids and they are leaving for school but I stay at home. One kid, a girl of about 7, turns around and comes back into the house, refusing to go to school. There are a bunch of mothers from the neighborhood standing in the kitchen. Meanwhile, I am eating something in the living room and spill some red sauce on the couch. I feel bad again and clean it up with a giant beach towel.

Scene changes and now I'm in Japan with a different family. It's the first day of school and the student body is in the gym. We receive our grades from the previous year. I am afraid I failed but I get a B. Then I'm walking with the foster family toward a restaurant to celebrate.

Scene changes and I'm in a restaurant but now I seem to be in Mexico with yet another foster family. I sit alone in a booth away from the family. I order a hamburger and whiskey. I finish them and order another. A few teenage girls sit at my booth but ignore me while I eat. Then I ask who they are and what is going on. One has her face painted white like a geisha. She says it's a holiday and tells me the name in Spanish. I ask what it means and she says in English "Ten Years and Two Days."

False awakening. I roll over to write in my dream journal. I note the time is 1137 and my previous entry was at 10 something. But the light coming through the window is too dim for that time. I think, wait, is it really that late? Then I wake up for real.

short WBTB

Work Retreat
0825: B. I'm at work and a few people just got laid off. One was the other Michael, so I'm the only Michael left. I joke about this with coworkers that there won't be any more confusion.

Then everyone at work goes to a small restaurant out in the middle of a nowhere on a small rural road. It looks like a lodge. I ride along with Lance and we park across the street. Everyone is given sweatshirt and pants randomly in blue, gray, or black. We watch a movie about color and light and supposedly we have to study for a test on it next week. Then we watch some other movies made by people at work. Ex-employee Garrett is there and I avoid him. He made a film where he's looping a belt through the skin around his waist. It reminds me of a surrealist film.

Then it's time to go so I try to find my sweatshirt in the big pile of identical ones that people have left. Other people are also searching through the pile. There are other people in the restaurant. They seem like a biker gang and I feel nervous. I just grab a matching pair of small blue sweater and pants and leave. I'm going to ride again with Lance but I fall behind as we're running outside. He crosses the road before me. It's dusk and the highway has many cars going very fast with their headlights on. I try to cross a few times but turn back because I almost get run over. Then I walk to a narrower part of the road where there is just 2 lanes and cross.

I meet with Lance and there is also the other Michael who is going to ride with us. People from work have divided into their cliques in the parking lot and are talking and gossiping.

Switching Places
0649: D. Gotta work on my handwriting. I had half a page of notes but all I can gather is: Dreamed of switching places with a bum who looks like Cheech Marin. We're on some kind of country club? Somehow we have people fooled. I also remember having a strong deja vu during this dream. Like I knew it was a dream and I had dreamed this scenario before. When I woke up, I almost didn't write it down because I felt like I already knew it.

Jumbled Mess
0805: D. Dreamed of talking to Rachel about missing work. Something to do with taking Grandma to get her hair done. Then I'm eating cereal out of the bags at the grocery store?

Then I'm in the desert and I see Rachel walking along a path towards a baseball stadium. It's the Angels. I follow her. There are two friends with me but I can't recall who. As we get close, I see Joe Pesci. I say "Hi Joe!" as if I knew him. He replies "That's Mr. Pesci to you," but in a joking way like he knows me too.

Had to drive a friend to the airport. I was up for about 2 hours and returned to bed.

fragment
1211: Arguing about dream?

fragment
1239: Looking up "butterfly" in the index of a book. The book is about dreams. This leads me to that quotation in the book about dreaming of a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming of you.

untitled
0513: D. Dreaming of lying in bed trying to sleep. Maybe a little INRALD feeling at the very end but woke up.

Too Many Clocks
0852: D. Again, dreaming of lying in bed trying to sleep. I hear Lance's voice as he's trying to have a conversation with me. I don't say anything. I sit up. It's dark. I look at my Zeo which is now hooked up to another alarm clock. I also see my cell phone in its dock. That's three clocks beside my bed. The Zeo has "hacked" the other alarm clock to show the same brainwave data on it's display. I have a pre-lucid moment of thinking that is weird. But dream ends.

Calendar, Closet
1014: C. I'm in a familiar house, probably Daisetta. I'm in my bedroom closet looking for a pair of underwear, but all the ones I find aren't the style that I like. My sister beckons me to come out to the living room. We have cousins in town. In the entryway, there's a giant calendar drawn on an big whiteboard mounted to the wall. Apparently, I drew it as a scheduling tool for the family. (I used this "visual management" device at work about a year ago) My family and cousins are praising me for how effective this calendar is. They ask how they should add something. Apparently the cousins are in town for a funeral and they want to note the day that the person died. I suggest that they draw a colored symbol like a star or circle on that day instead of writing words.

I return to the closet in my bedroom. It's a walk-in, like my current closet, but it shouldn't be for this house. Now I sense that I'm just visiting home but I don't live here. My mother is going to move out of this house soon so I should clean out my closet. I start collecting old pairs of shoes to throw away. On a shelf, I see a rotting box with a trail of ants crawling into it.