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4th June

Dream:

Me, H and some other hundred workmen were redoing tiles, mostly on walls, of some cathedral/palace place.

There was a Lord Durnstam, who had a black and gold crown. He was king of the local region. During a break, which had no set time, I wandered the main where most of the workmen were. Many walls had enormous and ornate wooden bookcases and in some vaulted alcoves there were a number of great paintings all sort of a standard size. The themes were mostly random, but pertaining to Durnstam. They were all privately commissioned by him and I wondered who the artist was.

When I started working on the tiles at the start of the dream, the place seemed moodier and poorly lit. There was this contractor next to me, a woman with faded blonde hair which was tied back, though her hair wasn't that long anyway. She had cream colour pants and a white tank top.

I didn't know what to do for whatever reason, or I was confused; so she started sort of poking fun about it but in a playful way. In any case I left this small room and turned around the corner looking for H, finding H immediately.

I asked for help and he sort of rolled his eyes but got up and followed me. We went back to that small room with the lady, who was still there and working. H gave me a bit flat screwdriver to remove the mortar with. I said it wouldn't do, and asked where the electrician's chisel was. H said it would be too vicious but I didn't believe so. In any case, I started to remove mortar. But it wasn't like proper mortar, it was brittle yes, but also sort of soft. Part of me wondered how it was working at all or how it had remained in place undisturbed.

Then the hall scene, while walking around, I was holding the screwdriver or maybe a big steel crowbar. It felt heavy but both not enough and too much to actually be either of those items; I don't remember my clothes.

By the end of the dream I was in some side wing of the place. There were modern windows, big and plain. But the light mood was again poor and dark. The worker woman had followed for some time but H wasn't around anymore, having returned to working elsewhere. Then my old friend Da replaced the woman at some point and he was eating a sandwich, which he then passed me and then I had one of my own. I tried doing work while eating but it wasn't going to do, so I stopped trying to multitask like this and just held his sandwich and ate mine.

Then at some point there was a big black man, sitting somewhere on the other side of the room, by the windows. He got up and started singing as he did. It was Gregory Porter and in the dream I heard the lyrics clearly, but I don't remember them anymore. They were some sort of comment on society as a whole.

Earlier I remember on this side wing hall there were miniscule 1cm tiles all along the wall, making one long continuous mosaic. I thought I'd start on that wall from the bottom and said I was wanting to do these. Some worker walked past and almost laughed. The woman was still with me and pointed out it would be a nightmare to redo because I'd have to do the whole lot once I started. I was confused and up to that point hadn't realised the mosaic was proper tiles, explaining that I thought it was vinyl (lino cover).

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Notes:
- Although this dream wasn't super vivid, some of the recall was quite detailed. The whole dream was quite long and felt like it took a while.
- In reality there is no such place as Durnstam so there couldn't possibly be a Lord Durnstam.
- The guy that sang like Gregory Porter, I don't remember him looking like the actual person; I remember the dream character as being a bit bigger and more athletic. Curiously enough this seems to relate to something I read only recently about gymnasts and musicians.
- Unfortunately, song and lyrics and generally speaking, harmony and music, tend to be some of the first things I lose memory of on awakening.
- The whole dream probably came about as we had recently been doing some tile-related work in our home.
- I seem to remember the Lord was present in the main hall, but I may have just seen a portrait of him.

I had two dreams prior to this one. I'll list them below the main dream regardless. I woke up to my 5am alarm and got out of bed for a bit. Drank some water, used the restroom. I went back to bed hoping I could still have a lucid dream when I am sick.

TOTY #2 - Mephistopheles and Faust
I found myself in a dream and made it clear I was going to accomplish a lucid task this dream. I took a big risk and sat down on a thorny bush and closed my eyes to meditate for a moment. I had heard meditation does some spooky shit at times but does work quickly. I figured this would make the dream stable without me having to nurse it the whole dream. Normally when I close my eyes in a dream I wake myself up, but I made sure to focus on the sensation of the thorny bush and of birds tweeting around me. After a few seconds I decided to begin my task. As I am listening to the birds and feeling the thorny bush I try to will my eyelids open but it didn't work. I took risk #2 and opened my eyes like I would if I was awake. Thankfully I could indeed see. It didn't feel like the most vivid or lucid dream. (Lucid as in awareness) When I opened my eyes I looked directly into the sun and looked away with the after image burned into my retinas for a bit. It appeared to be dusk. I walk down the street and find my victims. There was a car that just arrived at their house. There was a mother, father, and 2 daughters. The parents went inside while the younger daughter noticed me. I said I had the power to grant her greatest desire. I then asked her what it was she wanted.

She said she was always treated like a princess, therefore she really wanted a tiara. I smiled and snapped my fingers. Done. The parents saw me and invited me inside. I went to a nearby bed and grabbed a beautiful silver crown from the bed and put it on the girl's head. I was feeling generous, so I also summoned a tiara for the older sister. I then grabbed one more larger and more adorned silver crown and placed it upon the mother's head. This crown was different as it was a full circle and had rings that went down on either side of her head. Finally, I couldn't leave the father out of the party, so I said I had a splendid crown for him as well. I reached back and to my surprise no crown was there this time. I turned around again with expectation and found it lying near the other end of the bed. I moved over and grabbed it and then waked over and put it on the father's head. Unfortunately either he had a real big head or this crown was much smaller than I intended. It looked more like a cheap accessory than a crown of power. It was still adorned with jewels and whatnot, but it's size meant it did not fit on his head.

The father walked away to another room of the house, while the mother thanked me profusely for being so generous. I said to her that I was so happy as well that I was able to complete this goal of mine that I have been attempting for a long time now, at least a few months. I was almost ready to end the dream until I realized that I forgot to take their souls! I said to her she needs to bring her husband back so I could leave my final parting gift. He came over and I told them to lock arms together. I said I had left out an important detail before, and that I must not leave until I do what I had to do. I told them I was Satan, king of hell. Due to my profile I couldn't ask God to give them what it was they desired, so I had to do it out of my own power. And my power doesn't come for free. Unfortunately the price that must be paid is their souls. I put one hand on her shoulder and the other on his shoulder. There was a flash of light, everything went dark as if the sun just burned out. The kids were gone, and the parents were both very thin and gaunt. They didn't look so good. It may have been the lighting, but I wasn't sure what taking people's souls was going to do to them. The man didn't move. I wasn't so sure either were even alive any more. The woman walked toward me while acting sexy and kissed me. I was kinda shocked. She was behaving so erratic and different than before. When she backed away from the kiss she had an evil grin on her face. I came to the conclusion that without their souls they no longer had any morals and their impulse control was gone. They turned instinctual.

Obese angry woman
I had a short dream earlier on in the night where some large chick was flying through the air and going on a rampage. She kept calling me a slut and acting all mad. I asked if she was accusing me of being a rapist and I explained that I most certainly am not. Whatever her problem was I kept talking to her and calming her down. As I talked with her I saw a visual indicator going down from 10. When it reached 2 I started talking intellectually with her. Whatever set her off I do not know.

Bomb threat
Another dream later one involved our family going to a bowling alley. We had heard there was a bomb threat but we didn't believe it. When we arrived it was dark and there were many ambulances there. The location was in a slums with graffiti and broken windows all around. The focal point appeared to be a high-rise building. It looked like an office building or an apartment maybe. I counted at least 6 or 7 ambulances. I didn't see any police or other emergency vehicles. Some people were being carried on gurneys into the backs of some ambulances. There were EMTs all around. I made the stupid remark questioning what the hell had happened here. I looked around at the graffiti and it was all referring to bombs. There were paintings of bombs and words showing the threats of blowing up the place. I pieced together that a bomb must have already gone off and many had been injured and killed. I noted that it did not seem as if we would be playing bowling tonight, given the circumstances. Good thing we left our equipment in the car or we would have really looked dumb.

As I turned to go back to the car I heard a large boom. I turned to see a giant fireball hurling toward me. I ducked behind a wall and just barely missed being incinerated. A few more large explosions followed and giant fireballs kept being thrown in every direction from the building. I managed to avoid getting hit by two or three until I hightailed it out of there and ran down the street and around the corner. As I fled the scene the dream ended.

Morning of August 25, 2015. Tuesday.



Notes:

It always gives me an extraordinary sense of fulfillment when I get a continuous flow of insight and am able to more fully decode certain patterns in dreams over a lifetime since earliest memory. I am very grateful for the technology that has allowed me to do this; that is, type faster and with continuous editing potential (rather than writing and correcting and rewriting and correcting when I was little), put documents all together in one place, and have a listing and potential day to day timeline of my lifetime from around age four (with sparse family references and records since my birth date in 1960) as well as having access to resources that are able to validate and enhance so many of my earlier records. Not only will I be able to, in about ten years (only an optimistic estimate of course), bring all of my dream records and notes together as I want them, I will also have the ability to do extensive searches with a fair amount of precision. This dream, as odd and unlikely as it seems (even to me at first - I did not expect the flashes of realization when working with it), gave me the required focus somehow to unravel a small and isolated set of dream metaphors and associations going back to 1968 as well as relating to the path to my beautiful soulmate. There are too many layers to get into in this entry (and one would have to understand hundreds of summarized pages of my personal back story to “get” any of it anyway). I can only loosely touch upon some of it. Obviously, there are still limitations to my personal symbols and metaphors being fully decoded. This is mainly because some symbolic associations are rather sparse and fairly rare even at my present age. Still, I feel very happy today with another new breakthrough.

Sewing Machine Bulldozer:

I am mournfully back as I was when I was in my twenties and working for the Onalaska Street Department (not that I was sad at that time - it is just that something seems to be “missing” somehow in-dream). My job at this time was picking up large pieces of eroded embankment (on a fairly difficult inclination) and placing them on the roadside - placing them directly in front of the bulldozer. This was very difficult work and not many could do it for very long. Over time, I begin to be annoyed and tired over why I am even doing this. (It does not dawn on me that I am no longer this age, and do not even live in America anymore.) I am concerned about the speed of the other workers. The bulldozer even bumps me a few times, though not in any harmful way. I grow impatient and realize that I may have missed pieces a far distance back and think that the stretch will have to be worked over again. I do some of the work incorrectly, that is, I bend over to pick up a heavy piece instead of squatting and flinging back. Any sense of weariness of course, is an illusion in-dream. I start to ask myself what I am doing here. Is this where I am supposed to be?

I absentmindedly turn about and put my foot against the blade of the bulldozer. This results in a very strange event. The blade and push frame begin to wobble and very small “plates” fall off the front (reminding me vaguely of “Bathtub with Grill” from June 26, 2015). The exhaust pipe stack begins to move up and down like a “giant” sewing machine needle. It is almost like the tension building up in a cartoon (but not cartoon-like in any way). When I look down, I see that the bulldozer’s blade has actually transformed into an oversized antique sewing machine’s treadle (with floral scroll design), though at an angle and somewhat elevated. My leg is automatically working it to create (and actually sew together, apparently) some sort of clothing within the bulldozer’s cab. It is some sort of gossamer white lacy material flowing out from the side. Around this time there is a very strange mechanical sound behind me and when I dare look, it is a downward rolling “wave” suggesting a ghostly staircase. Soon, it is a luminescent staircase (recurring feature mostly from early 1991 to early 1994). My wife (as she was when we first made contact) in a glowing wedding dress and some sort of oversized tiara (somewhat like a crown) is standing there with a bouquet of flowers. I can see a blue layer of light just under her skin. “I’m not going to be late, am I?” I ask. “I never intended to be la…” (My dream is swept away.)

Connections:

Bulldozer history: I have found some links I did not really fully put together before. “The Dead One” dream (February 13, 1971, age ten - that is, first version of it) had a bulldozer run over Brenda W when I was taking flowers to her late at night on the eve of Valentine’s Day (so that only her hand is seen emerged from the soil and I feel a terrible sense of loss), yet she was resurrected (not in a zombie sense) near the end of my dream, yet “I could not yet have her”. (There were several dreams where she was resurrected, none of them relevant to any zombie lore - more in a divine “ascension” sense.) Brenda was the fully confirmed “stand-in” for my wife-to-be and also appeared in composite forms (such as “The Bad Witch” from March 18, 1978, which had a recurrence on March 23rd - the same date I got my first letter from my wife-to-be in 1991). Other layers - my sister died on February 13th (though the 14th from my perspective at one point in Australia as we are about a day ahead) and my father also died on the 14th of February. I have often associated the bulldozer with mortality and loss as such. Thus, there is very odd synchronicity with only a 1 in 365 chance it would be relevant as such - though it is - and all through my life extremely unlikely synchronicity continued with almost every event and association.

The origins of this (that is, the very seed) may or may not be related to the tree I used to spend time near at primary school. One of my friends used to take palmetto sticks and push sand off the concrete bench, chanting “bulldozer bulldozer”. This was the “same” bench that Brenda was seated in most versions of “Bridge Over a Prehistoric World” (though she also appeared in distorted composites associated with the “dream girl” or “mystery girl” as I preferred).

At any rate, from here, I made somewhat of a breakthrough in one very early version of the “divine staircase”. However, the features are quite different. It turns out to be my “Rocket Science” dream from July 2, 1976. This is not the first version of the implied “soulmate staircase” by any stretch. One of the oldest appears in “The Ghost Marriage” dream from October 16, 1971. I am linking only to the “Rocket Science” dream because of a few odd parallels. Firstly, the white sheet of paper that makes the “staircase” is like a miniature implication of the one in this latest dream (which I never even began to note before for whatever absentminded reason) as well as the commonly recurring ones as already mentioned above. It moved exactly the same way; that is, like a diagonal wave that suggested a complete “pure” or “divine” staircase (phantom or not).

Aside from that, there is also the shared “whirligig” element and the strange “impossible” technology, the “whirligig” obviously being a Merkaba form, but I am not sure what the sewing machine needle and fictional helicopter rotary design “pumping” relates to (well, on a spiritual level that is - some sort of spiritual “motor” or cosmic mechanism perhaps). As most of this had already come about in 1994, it is more like a decoding breakthrough than anything relevant to what may come.

Chase. We are being chased in an unknown place. A squatters area in an Asian city. I separated from the rest and thought I lost them.

I came upon a playground surrounded sparsely by trees. I hid on the slide. A kid saw me. From nearby, I saw one of our pursuers, a guy who was wearing a kingly red-and-white robe and a crown, pretending not to see me. He was waiting for the right moment to catch me.

CR. Korean. Eyes. Question..

I don't remember much of this one.
The whole city cast in gray, but not that weird purple gray from the Saja dream. Still, it feels familiar. Bare. Like everything is covered in a thin shell of concrete. I'm standing in front of a two foot wide lamp post. Sitting by my feet is a hat box with no lid, also gray. Inside is a crown. It is tarnished gold with a laced pattern, but thick and heavy. I'm supposed to hold it until the angel comes.
I see the angel a ways down the street, he's a blurry and indistinct figure dressed in a black trench coat and tie. I blink and he's 10 feet closer. I stifle a stab of fear and raise my hand in greeting.
When I turn around there's a tall brown haired man standing behind me. He's wearing a sleeveless leather jerkin and no shirt underneath. He puts me on edge, he feels like a threat.
"You waitin' for someone, darlin'?"
"What makes you think I'm waiting for someone?"
He looks amused.
When I glance around the back of the lamp post, checking to see if he's alone, I find a man there dressed all in black and gray. I know he's an honorable man, I know he isn't here with the thief
"Well?" He asks.
"Who would I be waiting for, my husband?" I say this, knowing I'm trying to imply I'm married even though I'm not, just in case he gets the wrong idea. He grins at me, understanding perfectly. He's pretending not to notice the box on the ground. He saunters past it, and I almost miss the motion...he does some sort of fancy trick with his leg. It's quick, and far more stealthy than if he had leaned down to pick up the crown. Still, the motion draws my attention and when I catch a glimpse of the box, the crown is gone.
"Hey, you can't take that!"
He has his body turned to face the sidewalk, so the arm holding the crown like an over-sized bracelet is hidden from view. I reach past him and grab it. He catches a hold of it and we both tug on it for a minute. He lets go when the damn thing becomes warped from the pulling. I look at it, feeling sick. What did he do? Will the angel still take it? Where IS the angel, anyway?
"Fine, you can have the bloody thing. I'm not gonna wrestle a girl over a fake artifact."
"What do you mean? It's not fake..."

NOTE: I've been doing 9 purif breathing almost every night this week, except once when I was too tired. Then I did some reverse RC/ADA, but I can barely do it every hour. Will continue for another week. I also do zhine meditation focusing on the breath, but I can barely do so without my mind jumping to dozens of other thoughts.


6:10 a.m.

A red scorpion with a jeweled yellow crown.

Running away from a demon, which does not react to banishing techniques we know.

There's a book that might be available in a moving bookstore. I or someone else said that we've looked through a lot of bookstores already, but it's worth a try. The book is available. The price should be around 400 or 450 pesos, but the vendor changed it to 1000 or 2000. I declined, then he started to move his mobile bookstore away. I or something else killed him. I vaguely remember throwing the mobile bookstore into bits. Something fell off the sky and trashed the dilapidated bookstore. I think the book has something we can use against the demon. I recall seeing my crush (B.Sasdfasdf), but not sure what happened.

An escape.

9:35 a.m.

Running or escaping. Going up and down a building. There's a way to go up or down. An elevator and a zip line.

08.07.2012

Blue Haired Lady and Four-Ink Pen (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I don't know the order of these dreams to be honest with you, but I'll put this one first because it's not only a bloody tease, it's hilarious (at least when I looked back to it again)

Wow, I'm lucky to remember this much, probably because of that "one" moment that makes me want to remember as much as possible.

I'm inside a very dark area, and the whole dream itself is reminiscent to Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory.

My mission was hard to follow, and I believe there was an optional side mission I could do by getting $5,200 somewhere in the area I'm going to sneak in. I know this because some person in the darkness wearing some kind of jacket with large collar sides told me. It looked as if they had glasses on, but it was too tedious to confirm in the dark.

The only difference in this dream is that the Noise Meter that is usually apparent in the game's HUD is gone, which means the only thing I have to worry about now it keeping myself in the dark. Things start out where I'm inside of a room that's not really full of lights at all.

It seems to have a style of Japanese flooring you'd see from a mini-temple, and the atmosphere of a work office. Even though there isn't a Noise/sound meter to be conscious of, I think made sure I walked silently.

(The bar above "SC Pistol" with the square in the near middle is the noise meter in Chaos Theory)

It's obvious that the person in this dream I'm looking at most of the time is Sam Fisher, but I feel as if I'm taking control over his body.

I walk silently to peek at what's in the other room that's to the right of me, and the way in is opened completely. I see a man sitting down at his desk working on something, and he's wearing a white dress shirt, with the sleeves folded up all the way to his elbows.

He has black pants as well, and when I was trying to sneak past him, I accidentally stepped into the light, raising my light meter to the near maximum level.

I panicked a little and quickly tried to find some dark areas to hide in. Someone quickly asks, "Who's that?" and I start running even faster to the dark source. It was some random DC wearing a dark blue dress shirt and dark dress pants, and I think this automatically raises the alarm system in the building. The music where you're found out in Chaos Theory is playing as well.

I can even feel that soldiers are going to come in as well. Since the people in the room where I'm found out are unarmed and innocent citizens, I just take the initiative to dash out of the room to a darker and wider space.

The next room is a simple hallway, and I run to the right, and see there's two doors. One involves lock-picking it, and the other seems is most likely unlocked. I attempt in pick-locking the fancy looking one first, but I had a feeling something bad was going to happen.

I quickly braced on the wall to the right of me, and there's a line of armed soldiers who look like Tengu troops from Metal Gear Solid 2 running past me. My foot was at least 1 inch away from them stepping on my feet, and I froze in fear. All of them didn't even know I was there....

I watch them go to the door I came into, and then turned back to get ready to lock-pick the door again.

What a flawed security they have! Soldiers with machine guys and metal armor....what a bunch of cannon fodder...

I get the lock-picks, and when I start lock-picking an interface comes up. It shows a see-through version of the door knob, and I see this in the night vision goggles (I find it weird I only use the goggles for this and not while sneaking in the dark...).

I get the feel of the lock, listening for any rapid clicking, and managed to get one part finished. I feel around some more with the lock-picks, and finally get the final part. I twist them together and the door opens. I believe there's a door to the right of the new hallway I'm in, and I go inside, and find that I'm floating on water.....

I go underwater without trying to hold my breath before, and I to my left, I see a portrait of a King with a Crown. The portrait is probably as long as my dream body, and it seems to be covered with some random broken objects. I take them out one by one, and then noticed something sparking on the portrait.

The crown on the King's head is actually real, and after struggling a bit to move it around, I take it out. Something tells me that this crown is $5,000 or more, so I guess by luck, I finished the optional mission that I mentioned above.

The dream shifts, and I honestly don't know what I would do after getting the crown.

It seems I'm back at the same starting point as before, so I guess this must be a dream reset or something.

I crouch down and walk silently towards two people talking casually. I tune in on what they're saying, but I'm also paying attention on whether or not they're going to close in on my location obliviously. They start coming in the room I'm in, and I decided to crease again a wall that I know they wouldn't bother to get too close to.

These are unarmed people, so I had to make sure I was very careful in what I was going to do to them, avoid any kind of lethal damage. I think one person was bald, looked like he was in his mid or late 20s, had a dress shirt and dress pants, but I couldn't pick out the colors.

While I'm staying still, I look at the guy that's like 10 inches away from coming in contact, and I see he's looking down on me.

I'm shocked at first, but seems he's just taking a quick glance at the floor and back to the person he's talking to that's behind me on the left. After they move around a bit, I finally find an opportunity to escape with ease. I go to a room where I have to go up a mini ramp (or stairs, I'm not sure) to get to the higher level, and as soon as I reach the top section...

A blue haired lady comes out of nowhere through a door. She's casually walking while her eyes are closed, and it doesn't seem she know I'm in this area because I dashed to the side of the wall, just barely though. I watched her as she goes down the ramp, and it looks like she's the type of woman with an attitude, I'm not sure why, but from her visage alone she looks like she's feeling cranky or something.

She's wearing a small blue jacket that extends until it reaches her waistline, and has a white dress shirt underneath it as well. She's wearing a blue skirt that goes all the way down and stops a few inches above her knees. The closest figure I'd say she looks like is Misato Katsuragi.

For some reason, as I'm watching her get closer to the door I came through, I wanted to aim my gun at her. A voice warms me that I shouldn't try to hurt her, and I quickly put the machine gun back.

I ignore her and continue going my way, and then I hear her footsteps getting closer and closer. I stay still, and she comes up right in front of me. I look at her lips covered with light red lipstick. I zoom in more on her lips, and she slowly opens her mouth in a lewd manner.

I'm tensed up, and she advances towards me....closer...closer...she tells me,

"You have something I want, and I want it now."

I wonder if she's into S&M.

She puts one of her hands into my pocket, and ruffles around a bit. She takes out a four-ink pen, puts her hand closer to me, and clicks in one of the ink slots for the pen in front of me.

Wait.....wait....you said all those things in a perverted tone, and that's what you want?


I honestly didn't know how to respond to this....

whole dream turned to complete nonsense to me by this point. There's some narration that the same woman that wanted my four-ink pen inside of the stealth camo-suit I was wearing had some slight mental deficiency....not too sure on that though.

That was a complete tease...I can't even recover from that...

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08.07.2012

Alyzarin's Voice (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is talking to Alyzarin, but not really seeing her. I noticed her voice suddenly pitches. The environment and everything else was blurry.

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08.07.2012

Burning Babies into Diamonds (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember stuffing babies inside of an oven, don't ask me why. While I'm shutting the oven cover, or whatever you call it...it changes into some kind of frosty fridge container. Apparently, the babies would be converted into coal from the heat, until they converted into diamonds.

Once the diamonds were created, the cold version turns on to preserve the diamond I guess. I start scooping out the diamond, but it really looks like glass to me.

Yeah, I'm not going to go far into details on this, just cruel randomness.

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08.07.2012

Around the World (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember is going to random places in the world, going to school, and then seeing people trying to go to different colleges.

The area where everyone was at looked like half of an Aztec temple. The sky is beautiful, and even though I can't remember the sensations of the wind, I'm sure it's perfect weather in this dream environment.

I noticed one female who sounds British stepped up in the middle to talk about something. She was wearing a skirt, and a small brown jacket that only extended to her elbows. I think she wore a white shirt with some fancy decorations on it, but I was looking at things far away.

There's another dream shift where I'm standing near a table, and someone is asking me a question, though I can't remember what it was exactly, but I do know that I had feelings of fear is I didn't respond correctly.

My response was related to how moving to another area would be reasonable. And as I'm explaining why, a mental image of a map shows up, and then an airplane ticker with white dotted trails showing it's path becomes apparent.

It seems the plane is moving to Madagascar, but I don't know for what purpose.

There's also another dream shift, probably before all that I mentioned in this dream title itself, but it's just mostly running and following people.

04.01.2012

Shower, Desserts, Stitch, Medicine, Kaomea Search, Embarrassment, Back-stabbing, Aly MSN, Crown

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1: Shower in Bedroom

I was showering in a bedroom in a house that looks familiar to me, except that the shower literally was in the bathroom.

What I mean by that is that there's shower head on top of a bedroom ceiling spraying water for me to take a shower. Even though there are people around me, I don't really mind being naked getting myself wet and clean for some odd reason.

There's this Asian woman I believe who is coming in, and it looks like my father is helping her check the house out. My mother was there too, should've done a RC there, anyway, the Asian woman was kind of cute.

She's wearing a white dress shirt along with a black or grey business shirt. Her hair is pure black, and her skin done is brown, but only slightly.

While I'm showering, there's this guy that looks like R, a friend of my father, who is next to me. I don't really pay too much attention to him, since I'm still showering. My mother, who somehow is still in this dream, was saying something to my father that he could turn off the T.V. with the remote.

I make a hand motion to her to make her stop, because the T.V. isn't really bothering whatever he's doing, but she's not seeing anything I'm doing, so instead of feeling awkward, I stood still for a while, and then went back to showering myself.

The dream shifts to where I'm outside now, and I see the same Asian woman inside riding a Jeep or some variant of it. Apparently, she's a real estate agent, because I see "For Lease" signs in the trunk of the vehicle.

The vehicle had tinted windows, but it was late afternoon, so the glare from the sun helped with seeing through things. I believe she's parking to go to another house.

That's all I remember for that one.

Dream 2: Desserts, Desserts, Desserts!

Now that I recall this dream, I do remember Alyzarin telling me something about Cheesecake Factory one time, and how she went there, oh well, I didn't see anyone familiar or anything like that
I'm going inside a store that makes cakes, pastries and all sorts of deserts. I head to the left, and I see cheesecake, and they have.....

SAMPLES!!!!!!!

I go get a knife, and the samples are in bite size squares. I was confused if it was sharp cheddar cheese since it did look slightly orange, but I stack them laterally on the knife.

Someone tells me that I shouldn't go overboard with the amount, but they said it in a joking manner.

I start to eat these bite size pieces, but I don't recall tasting anything.

Dream 3: Creature Looks like Stitch From Lilo & Stitch

Lol, before I tell this dream, when I saw Stitch, and wake up to recall this, I automatically thought, HAWAII!!! Kaomeaaaaaaa!

I'm in a cave, it has a mystical feel to it. There's water pouring, and I believe the sound is associating with the online alarm site I had playing of "Water" to help me sleep (like using a white noise).

The area that I'm in, it was like a natural spiraling path going downwards. What I mean is that there's this huge vertical rock in the middle, and there's rock plates forming together to make a spiral around it as surface to walk on

The best example I can use for this is that it was similar to the environment that Emil went to in Tales of Symphonia: Dawn of a New world where he was close to the final fight against Alice and that lover of hers, Decus. (The area is the Ginnungagaap I think, yeah, I know long word, I had to google that myself, even though I beat the game several times xD)

The atmosphere was calm, tranquil, and it felt so empty. I see a creature, who has various shades of blue along with a very short composition. It looked like Stitch from the show "Lilo & Stitch," but it was so weird looking that using Stitch as an example is the best way I can try and describe.

I think it had tentacles on its face, but that's something I'm still not sure on. Apparently, someone tells me that I have to go to it when I want to get something changed. I don't know what exactly, maybe a change like body change, or maybe a change in emotion, I wasn't given much insight.

I do go towards the creature, and I do it slowly, it turns around, but I still can't make a good facial description of it.

I can't remember too much on what happens next.

Dream 4: Medicine?

This dream seems to be me in a stop animation production scene, because the only things I saw were hands popping out of random small doors near the floor, probably to help with concealing human involvement.

The hand is doing random things from throwing objects, or placing something in the middle.

The flooring a gray and there's white lights on top, your usual long and vertical white lighting placed laterally on the ceiling.

I think I kick around a few objects and continue moving forward somewhere. Then I see a sign that says Medicine, but in horrible spelling, like "Medisone" or "Medicoone," somewhere around those words.

Then when I'm past this area, I look back and there's this random person sitting down. I've seen this person in my dreams, but it was a loooooooooooong time ago, and he's just sitting there doing something. Then he tries to throw objects at me, ranging from green pencils or pens.

I dodge all of them, and I'm using the door in front of me to deflect most of them anyway. I grab a pencil/pen, and throw it back at him, and we continue doing this for a while until I got bored and left.

At least it wasn't Kaomea throwing a pair of scissors at me. I'm joking Kaomea!!!!!

Dream 5: I will find you Kaomea....(WILD)

After moving around to my sides a little bit from the WBTB time finishing from me recalling the previous 4 dreams, I feel this sensation that I'm being elevated, or that my body is getting more lighter.

I've had times where I felt I would lose connection with this sensation, but I just kept still to finally arrive somewhere. I knew I had to have been unconscious for a while, but the Rain music that was continuously playing for a while helped with awareness.

I wake up, I already know that I'm dreaming because I felt the sensation of going into the dreaming plane. I wake up in a random house.

It was a small bedroom, and I look a window to see that it's close to raining outside, I feel like I'm in a basement because the window was one of those where you have to peek a little higher to see what's going on ground level.

I look at the T.V. that's nearby me, and I'm seeing the Saving and Loading Screen for Resident Evil 4. There's nobody playing it at all, so I just watch in curiosity to see if this automatic movement of the game activating would give me a message.

When the game finally loads, I see Albert Wesker, and soon I realize it's the Mercenaries mini-game that is being activated by itself. I try to look at the white font text on the screen to see if the T.V. was trying to give me a message.

The first set of white font text while Albert Wesker is busy shooting Las Plagas enemies seems to appear in Spanish, and I couldn't understand anything from that.

The next sets that I recall seemed to be making fun of how Albert Wesker's intentions in ruling the world someday with non-zombie invasions.

(Because in Resident Evil 4, Las Plagas did not make the host into a zombie, it just controlled them and made them look like they were like zombies with red eyes and everything, but they still kept they're human traits. The only think that would be different is that they looked a little bit more darker).

After a few seconds of watching Albert Wesker shooting, I get out of the bedroom, then I find myself in the small hallway in my apartment. It was dark, but looking ahead I could see that the blinds near the front entrance where glowing a little bit with light. It was a gray light, and I knew it had to be raining or something.

Before I advanced any further, I stay within the exit to my bedroom, and was close to a few light switches. I didn't notice it at first but the light switches were on the right instead of the left like they were in waking life.

Since walls where narrow in this hallway, it was enough for me to tempt myself to jump, and spread my legs mid-air to rest on my back on the right wall.

Basically I had one feet that stayed in place on the right side, and extended my other leg to left side. It felt kind of weird for me to do this, I think I even managed to stick to the ceiling looking down on the floor!

But that moment lasted for a few seconds, and I'm back to resting my back on the wall with my feet helping me stay off the ground.

I take my right arm and move down a little bit to feel for any light switches, I try to turn both of them on, nothing.

"Right," I told myself.

(I said that in one word because it validated that I was dreaming because the light switches didn't turn on).

I felt the dream starting to fade, and I forgot to do a stabilization technique, and got out of tune with my dream body for a few seconds.

I find myself back in waking life for a few seconds, but I didn't move or anything, I just see the back of my eyes are gray and has that type of gray mystical field of vision that's wavy and everything, and then I get back into the dream. (DEILD)

I put myself down back to ground level, and as I'm getting closer and closer to the door to get out of my apartment, I believe I check the blinds first before I go in blind faith of where the door will take me.

I see it's just like a replica of my apartment, so I go outside, but not all the way. I feel something to the right side of me, like one of those one strapped bags, but it felt like my laptop case to the right side of me.

I didn't pay attention to it too much.

It was still raining, and I knew this was because of the "Rain" setting I had on the Online Alarm clock to play was white noise in waking life.

I told myself with confidence, "I will find you Kaomea....."

Since I knew I was near my apartment environment, and since I don't have that much power to just summon up a portal or something and go to Hawaii or even the Alaskan beach shared dreaming location we set up, I decided I should at least use my ability to run fast.

I prepare myself to run, but before I could even feel the sensation of the rain hitting my skin, the dream fades again.

I wake up again, but I still keep my eyes closed. Since I'm in the intermediate state with being half-awake, half-asleep, I categorized this dream with "Resident Evil 4" in my head, because of what I was doing watching the T.V. in the dream.

I relied on that categorization to help with the potential DEILD I could have, but I ended up being unconscious for the next few sets of dreams.

Dream 6: Embarrassment

The dream starts off to where I'm hanging out with a girl I never hanged out with before, I don't even know why I didn't do a RC, because I haven't been with someone to hang out with for a long time.

She looks a lot like Chelsea, one of my group partners in my first Biochemistry course when we had to do a presentation on a certain drug.

I'm not going to say what exactly just to remain slightly anonymous from her.

Chelsea is wearing a light blue shirt, and is wearing dark blue sports shirts. After walking around with her for a while, she tells me while smiling,

"Hey, instead of me and you going to a hotel together, I think it's best if I go back to my dorm room."

You.............did.....not....just.....tell....me ....THAT....in front...of these.........people!!!

Since we were near a small crowd of people, (I realized I was inside of the Hookah station, or something like it. It's bar near a few fast food areas, don't let the name fool you.

The reason why I'm presuming I was in the bar is because when I was looking at Chelsea, I looked outside with my peripheral vision, and saw the narrow street lanes, and it had to be outside near college main and the intersection).

A couple of guys made the "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh" sound and laughed a little bit after Chelsea told me this.

I don't know why she would tell me this, or what the hell we could be doing for her to say that we should basically go back to where we live.

To save myself from embarrassment, I told her,

"Yeah, I have to go to a tutor at 7PM."

She acknowledges it, and we go our separate ways. I don't pay attention to where she's headed, she most likely vanish because I doubt that was the real Chelsea.

I leave the bar, and the dream environment is a little different, I go to my right and move forward, then I find myself stuck between a lady trying to move her car out of a parking spot, and it was really narrow that I was forced to wait for her.

Her car was green, and pretty generic in its composition, and she's moving the car slowly because there's two more vehicles to the sides that are too close to her car. It ends up causing a dent on the front side of her vehicle, but she doesn't seem to care.

By this time, I couldn't tell if I was still stuck when she was backing up, I probably just stoon on top of one vehicle to see how this woman is going to back up without damaging the other vehicles.

Dream 7: Back-stabbing

I'm in a dark area, seems like your classic creepy mansion. The room I'm in had a fancy carpet in the middle with some fancy stuff and bookshelves surrounding it.

I find myself being shifted to another environment, and it looks like I'm outside of the mansion or castle or whatever, and it's still night time.

I realize my back is being braced against a huge column, and my perspective is a little weird for a moment.

Imagine bracing yourself behind a wall, you can't really see much behind you unless you do some peeking to the left and right, but for me, it was like I was staring at myself bracing against the wall.

There's this huge Black dude in a Black long jacket. It looked like the Black dude from one of those Resident Evil movies, but that's just using a general comparison.

He's guarding the area in the middle of the 4 columns placed in a square formation. And he's looking at the area I'm hiding in, but he doesn't know that I'm there. Oh, and he has a really huge freaking weapon, like a really huge Shotgun.

All that he's doing is turning his body right or left, and when he does that, I peek in the opposite direction. I waited for a while to advance, but it seems instead of shifting to the right (he just shifted to the left), he takes another shift to the left.

Whoooooooooooops.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The shot literally demolishes the whole column I'm next to.

I barely dodge the shot by taking a small dive to the ground when he finds me out, and I try to hide to the column to the left of me, but that would be useless since he's already found me out.

The dream resets to me bracing against the column again, and I knew the guy would to those random formations where he shifts his body to the same direction twice.

I still was detected by him, but instead of trying to fight him I told him,

"Look, I already know I can't defeat you, that's impossible right now, can you at least show me who is your leader?"

Without even answering, the leader shows up out of a dark area. He looks like Steve Carell with glasses on.

Now that I'm awake recalling this, you have to be freaking kidding me....LOL...so much for looking like a fearless leader.

He doesn't say a lot in this dream, I'm just explaining why I'm here.

I tell him that I wanted to be part of his group, because I have intel from an enemy of his who thinks that I'm only working for him, and told him that I would be back-stabbing the other leader, which is Steve Carell.

He doesn't really take it too seriously, since I am working for him, but I didn't tell him that I'm only helping both sides for my own benefit, but I don't know for what though.

He talks, but it's like he's saying random shit to make it look like he understands me. He starts pointing at something like he's comprehending what I'm saying, but I just ...I just... lol, really?!!?

This guy is a leader??????

To be honest, if I was lucid, I would've just woken up from this fail leader. It's not Steve Carell that I was disappointed in, it was just that when I barely dodge a shotgun shot from some tall Black dude, you'd think that their leader would be a little MORE bad-ass than that?

Not the glasses man, not the glasses, it doesn't help with your "evil" visage.

Dream 8: Alyzarin

I wake up (FA), and I go to my laptop, and I go on MSN, and find that Alyzarin is online. (She's going somewhere at the moment, so she couldn't have been online, but I guess I was too excited to tell her what happened lol).

We chat around a little bit, and I forgot most of what we were talking about.

Dream 9: Crown

I believe I'm Link (this is just a video game simulation most likely), but just a weird version of him. He's like a variant of Windwaker's Link and other Links I'm presuming, can't remember exactly on his facial structure.

The dream is pretty vivid, but I didn't really pay too much attention to the environment, except for the fact that it seemed I was in a city that was in the sky (Skyward sword association probably, but I never played it).

Someone awards me with a golden crown, I didn't really think of it as anything useful, but the text below (like you would see when you get an item from a chest or person) said that wearing this crown allows you to double the speed for you to use an item or a weapon.

I just run around like a dimwit, trying to test out this crown I'm wearing, and there are command prompts on what actions can help you use it's function. I saw the Wii remote animations on the top screen while playing the game.

Don't remember much after I recall myself dashing like crazy in a random area of this sky city.

Dang it! Again with these False Awakenings!!

I wanted to take another attempt to sleep again, but it's 10:24 AM right now GMT -5:00, so I might as well put this as an entry now.

Damn it, I was lucid, had the intention to find Kaomea, but forgot to do stabilization techniques.

But again the lucid dream was vivid and looked stable, I just don't understand why the dream started to fade. Maybe it was from adrenaline, but I didn't feel any kind of rush, the least I felt was just anticipation of find her.

Well, no use complaining about it now...it's already done and gone.