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At my home, but it functions as an extra-curricular activities centre. Kids are being looked after by a couple adults. Outside, my dogs are getting in trouble at the gate. I go check it out and find Soraia escaped the fence and is somehow outside with two horses. Three people come by for a supposed delivery and I find it strange as I am not expecting anything. I don't let them come in. They say the delivery is for a Joana and insist on getting inside to hand it to her. I say she is my coworker and I'll get her and they are rude to me, saying they can't wait.

On some kind of colony in a harsh planet. It has beautiful beaches, but we only go outside in certain times and weather conditions. There are really sudden high tides among other extreme events and the sun is really deadly. One day I fail to get home on time and get caught in a rising tide and upcoming high sun radiation. I see another person at risk, with a small kid, and I try to help them out. I dont succeed, but they are lucky and they escape. I, on the other hand, end up near a cave where I seek shelter. I find inscriptions on the cave and a bunch of leafs from a tree floating on a little puddle of water. The inscriptions talk about an ointment from those leaves, which make for an amazing skin protector and I decide to try it. It is truly miraculous and from then on it allows anyone to freely move outside during the day and even go to the "red" side of the planet, which is scorching hot and unhinabitable.

28th March 2021

Fragment:

Some kind of false awakening, dream reality feels accurate to waking life. I get up and then am answering the door? It's early morning and it's sunny outside; the sun's position in the sky would make it late afternoon but in the dream I don't realise this, the light looks morning-like. There's a courier stood by a van on the left or something and I go to him, shielding my eyes from the sun's glare with my right hand. My eyes feel exactly as if I had indeed just gotten up and are taking long to adjust to the bright light and I squint. I take a package from the courier? There are other people around in the street but rest of details not recalled.

Fragment:

I'm in a building. A hall or palace, unsure. I'm part of a faction and I have some kind of battle equipment but little detail recalled and I go on some kind of patrols on my own in a city or town area. Then back at the palace place, one item I recall clearly on a table is an Axis-like medal with a skull at its centre. It's a pendant and it's mine. I take it and it has some kind of interface overlay saying it grants me "+2 fortune". There's some other pendant which I also take and it grants +1.

In the room I'm in, there are two large palace windows to a courtyard. A Nazi officer with some bodyguards or soldiers approach a door next to the windows. He knocks or something and waits patiently, I believe someone answers the door and the officer speaks. "I have been sent to speak to the queen", he says, or something to that effect. The door is shut and the man waits patiently outside, looking somewhat stiff in posture.

It is either dawn or night but it doesn't look so dark outside. Someone goes to get the queen; eventually she appears to my left in a dark corridor. She's in her night clothing and looks rather exposed or vulnerable as far as royalty goes. This is some ancient English queen, but I'm not sure who; possibly queen Victoria, I get a feel of. She stands a distance away from the door and it is opened now; she engages in some dialogue with the Nazi officer. Her face suggests mistrust, disgust and apprehension, possibly more so for having been woken in the night like this.

Notes:
- The second fragment was very long but I cannot recall enough of it to put into words; a lot of it seemed to take place in WH40k-like locations. There was a general feel of futuristic Warhammer mixed with WWII themes to the whole thing.

- The pendant I had also gave that feeling; as far as I can tell, it was like a medal awarded to me for valour in combat; I do not remember what the second pendant looked like. They were both on leather strings.

There appeared to be three delivery trucks outside the window. There were actually two but a reflection of one of the trucks made it seem like there were three. I was excited to get packages though I didn't realize that I hadn't ordered any packages and I didn't realize I was dreaming.

There were other dreams that I don't remember right now.

My family and I were staying in a big, old house for some reason. There were other people there that I didn't know, strange kids. One girl walked around holding a big brightly coloured blanket behind her, dragging it on the ground.

That night, I was in the bedroom asleep, face down. I was awoken the sound of something being dropped onto the table next to the bed. I then heard a curious sounding male voice that was very clear, and sounded like it was in my head. He said "you have a delivery from a mysterious dark figure... a familiar old man". Then I turned and saw three tightly wrapped objects in a pile on my side table. They were shaped like dinner rolls. I watched as a tiny white orb like thing left the room out the door way.

I didn't open the wrapped objects in the dream, but there were three of them.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

Two criminals had escaped from prison. There was a view of only their legs as they got into the back of a silver-grey car.

One of the criminals, the leader of the two, seemed to be an amputee. His hands and feet, and possibly even most of his legs, had been cut off. They were bandaged up with clean bandages. The man may also have been really short. He also wore a nice, grey suit. The other criminal was tall and muscular. He may have been dressed in leather pants and a tank top. He may have had long hair and a beard.

Now two cops were chasing after the escaped criminals. They had followed the criminals to some abandoned building. The criminals had gone past some chain-link fence and up a stairwell. All around the stairwell was dark. The stairwell was lit with some kind of intense, orange-yellow light.

The cops were now trying to push past the chain-link fence. But they were also proceeding cautiously. They weren't sure whether the criminals were waiting up on the steps to shoot down at the cops.

One of the two cops got past the chain-link fence. The cop was Latino, a bit heavy-set, though not really overweight. He wore a white tank top and black glasses. His hair was combed back in a wavy style. He may have had a goatee. The cop had his gun drawn. Instead of walking up the steps, he walked under them.

The second criminal was now seen hiding in the shadows. It was like I was seeing from the shadows, too, at a distance from both the cop and the criminal. The criminal drew his gun, pulled it high in the air, then slowly leveled it at the cop. The criminal was about to shoot, but the cop saw him and shot first.

The cop shot the second criminal a few times. But he was then surprised when another gun shot him in the chest, on his far right side. The cop got shot a number of times. He reeled back against the chain-link fence, which now had a wide hole in it.

As the first cop tumbled backward out of the stairwell, the second cop charged in. The second cop looked a lot more clean-cut than the first cop. He wore a dark suit, maybe dark blue. He had coppery skin, short hair, pale eyes, and a square jaw. Right away he tackled the person who had shot the first cop.

Behind the fence, the first cop stood, bleeding from his wounds. One or more officers may now have appeared behind the fence to assist the bleeding cop. It seemed like the cop had been mortally wounded. But he kept calling out, in a panicked way, "I'm not gonna die! I'm not gonna die!"

The second cop had the first criminal wrestled to the ground. Apparently the first criminal had shot the first cop (how? He didn't have any arms!). The second cop was slamming the first criminal against the ground and even, somehow, had his gun drawn on the criminal. The cop was yelling and the criminal something like, "You killed my friend! Now I'm gonna make you pay! I'm gonna kill you!"

The criminal, who was bald and had a kind of thin, sharp, tan face laughed and said, "No you aren't! Every cop tells me they're gonna do that. But nobody ever can. I never get really punished!"

The criminal, now captured, was in some room like a medical laboratory. He was being held down in some weird position, probably against a bed, by somebody like the chief of police. He was surrounded by medical people and police officers, all of whom seemed to be jostling the criminal, as if to make him feel bad about what he'd done. But the criminal just kept laughing.

Finally a doctor grabbed the criminal's head. He sliced his scalp open from front to back, along the center. He did it in such a way as to hurt the criminal, but the criminal just kept laughing, as if he didn't even care. The criminal's scalp was now pulle away from his skin. The doctor now sawed into the criminal's skull, splitting it in the same way as he had cut the scalp. But the criminal was still laughing.

The doctor then hacked open the criminal's brain, right along the center. The brain looked dry, bloodless, like just some solid, white, kind of fatty mass. The doctor reached either his hands or some tweezers down toward the base of the split section of the brain.
From the right side, very near the cleft, the doctor pulled up a yellowy, plasticky-looking section of brain, almost rectangular, about 2cm tall and .75cm wide. The doctor, and maybe other people, seemed to think that this was just "yet another" piece of brain that they'd had to pull out of this criminal's head.

Dream #2

I was sitting in a small apartment. I may have been sitting on a couch, but I may also have been sitting on a coffee table. It was daytime, and the room was lit with greyish-green light coming in through the curtained windows. The room seemed to be full of boxes.

I had ordered something, and I had been waiting for it for just a little bit longer than I'd wanted to wait. But just as I was thinking of calling the store I'd ordered from and asking about my delivery, a delivery man rushed into my house. He kind of scared me. I did't expect anybody to just rush into my place.

The man was tall and white, kind of strong-looking, very pale, with pale, blue eyes. He seemed to have a shaved head, but he wore a baseball cap, maybe red. He wore dark clothes, almost like an Adidas track suit. He carried a white plastic bag in his hands. It held my stuff for delivery. It looked like the stuff inside was white styrofoam, like for take-out meals.

I now had the bag. I looked inside. I'd apparently ordered two or three Asian DVDs of some sort. One may have had a cartoon panda on the front. There was some other merchandise in the bag that I don't remember.

The man told me, "The movies are due back in two days. For the rest, you'll be charged..."

The man continued talking. But I didn't quite hear him. I'd been surprised. The DVDs were due back? I thought I'd bought them. But now it made sense to me. I'd rented the DVDs, or checked them out, like from a library.

The man seemed to be a little eager to leave. As he had been talking, he had slowly come to recognize how full of boxes my place was. Something about this seemed to freak him out. He no longer wanted to be here. He finished up his speech really fast, but almost automatically, as if he didn't want to betray how freaked out he was.

I had gathered from what the man had said that I owed the company something like $22. I pulled out my wallet. I had something like $21. I told the man I could give him $21 now and pay the company the rest when I returned the movies. I knew this was more than I had to pay right now, since I didn't have to pay for any of the movies until I returned them. So, somehow, that meant I only had to pay $20 right now.

But, even as I'd offered the man the money, he was already back out the door and into the hallway. He called back to me, as I walked up to the door, "No, don't worry about it. You'll just be charged for it all on credit."

I thought that was both convenient and a little bit of a pain. I didn't really want to have stuff charged to my card.

There was another white kid in the hallway. He wore a thick, yellow sweater with a black logo on it and big, baggy, green pants. He had black hair which swept down over his eyes. The boy had seen how freaked out the first man had been by my place. So he now looked inside. He seemed to be interested in something.

I was a little freaked out by the kid's gaze, so I turned around and walked back into my place, trying to look, to the kid, like I hadn't seen him looking into my apartment. I looked at all my boxes. I wondered if the kid had thought there was something here he'd like to steal.

I walked farther back into my apartment, into my bedroom. This room was full of boxes, too. I thought, No wonder people get weirded out by my place. It's full of boxes. It looks like I've never moved in. But I never feel comfortable anywhere. If I could finally feel comfortable somewhere, I'd unpack my boxes. Then it would look like I actually live here.

Making Love

I was making love to a gorgeous woman, but she wanted to stop.
Then I was in a high-school setting. (In waking life I am in trucking school).
I wanted to get out of there so bad, so I left about three and a half hours
early. I was afraid at first, but later it seemed I wasn't going to get in any
trouble.

--

Delivering Nothing

I was delivering something in a ridiculous personal vehicle. It was like a go-cart or something.
I was driving on the highway and I was the only person on the road. I got off at an exit, looked
back, and noticed I left the trailer at home.

I was going to have to go back home to get the trailer, but instead I ended up in
line at a strange machine. I needed a ticket or something. I put in 2 quarters and
got a card with two rows of mirrors, one red card with information of some sort,
and two halves of a red card, but they weren't ripped. I didn't understand what I was
supposed to have or what help any of this stuff offered, and the tickets I got seemed
so random, I decided to pay another quarter to see what I would get. I never put in
the quarters though.

Instead, I dream-skipped into a room with some acquaintances from high-school. I told
them I had seen R.B.--someone we went to school with. One of the people asked, "Where
does he work now?" I told him I didn't know, or that I didn't ask. The guy rolled his eyes
at me as if to say, "You talked to him, but you can't answer the most basic question about
what he's doing?!"

I explained to him that R.B. and I never hung out in school. We weren't friends, but I had
talked to him, so if you want to "go" (fight), we can go right now. I walked up on him and
he was a foot taller than I was. I wasn't scared at all, but I said that since that would be immature,
than just understand that I didn't know where R.B. worked, so just leave it at that.

As an aside, there were two cute girls there. I got a good look at the blonde. She was nice to
look at.

I then walked over to a cubby hole and found some information I had lost. There were pads with
drawings on them and a bunch of other written journals and stuff. It was all very familiar, and I
was glad that I had found them. In waking life, I don't have the stuff. I guess it was a false memory.

I collected all the material into my arms and that dream ended.

22.05.2011

Best Buy scam delivery (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with a friend, and this friend owned a huge store. The employees wore a red vest. For some reason I was going to work with him.

We got a to a big room where he pulled out some crystals and gems. He had some odd board that looked like a model of a huge city. He placed a lot of cash inside (bills of all sizes, even $10,000 ones) We had to do something with the stones in order to win some cash.

I threw some stones but ended up wining nothing. I was going to get started to work with him. I had to clean a lot of stuff, and wondered why I got such a crappy job if I did not needed.

Suddenly, some guy knocked in a door. I ran to the door but other employee was there. A guy whose chest hairs could be seen had some sort of certicated envelope. This guy wore a Best Buy shirt. He had some weird document and he needed it signed. It was some sort of scam to make $180.

We rejected to sign it. There was a hot co-worker who was next to me. This best buy guy asked her, "Wanna be my girlfriend?" She laughed and told him no. We all laughed and we started to talk about old friends.

My friends and I are at some sort of gathering... a concert maybe? A festival? Not sure. My friends and I are walking somewhere (not sure where) when we realize we're getting a "delivery" of new friends, so we go to pick them up. They are a group of emo looking boys from Norway. I can tell that some of them are metal fans from their teeshirts and such. The leader of the group stays close to me. He's very quiet, with intense tortured eyes. I get the feeling that all of these boys are from very cold families, devoid of love.

We begin wandering together, all as a group, to where we plan to sleep. The leader of the new boys staying close to me, saying nothing. He pulls out of his pocket a very large sized condom, like perhaps a novelty. He carefully unwraps and unrolls the thing and then tosses it at me, laughing.

I dream I am in a large room. This room is dark, with very shitty lighting. There's one empty, lightless back room, and just one table here. Also, there was about a dozen people in here. We are unfortunately all trapped in here. We basically just have to sit here bored all day and look stupid. But one bad thing, there is a pregnant girl here with us. And apparently, she IS nine months pregnant. So, we all continue to mope around like retards. It's so fuckin' boring in here. I think I'd have more fun with a fully loaded gun in my mouth(not literally). So, just as things can't get any worse, they do. The worst(or at least I think the worst) scenario happens. The girl's water breaks! Oh shit!!!!! What the hell?! What to do?! What to do?! We are SO fucked now! Then, someone has an idea. He tells us to look at the big green buttons on the ground. We all look. Odd, those weren't there earlier. So, he says someone needs to jump on them with massive force. But the only way to do that is to jump from the ceiling on the buttons. Conveniently enough, there were pipes up on the ceiling like you see in a school gym, or a store. Also, someone had ropes. So now we could get up there. So, he throws his rope up and it wraps around the pipe. One man volunteers to jump. He climbs up the rope quickly. Finally, he swings over to one button. He jumps. Then, he lands and heavily stomps on a button. Nothing happens. Son of a bitch! He climbs back up to try again. He jumps, and lands on another button. Nothing. Dammit! One more button, if it doesn't work, this is gonna get ugly. He climbs up. He really looks nervous now. But who wouldn't? He looks down at the last green button. He jumps. He slams down on the final green button. A doorway opens. Yes! We're saved, and shit, that girl's water is still going. So I rush her outside. There's a man there, who looks surprised to see us leaving. I'm sure he's the bastard who did this. However, there's no time to deal with him. I see an ambulance. I rush the girl over to it. I put her on a stretcher in the back. Finally, I start the ambulance. I floor it. I pick a little receiver that goes out a megaphone. I tell all the cars and people to move. I keep driving like a maniac. This is bad. As we drive through the city, I can see many pedestrians and cars just barely dodging me. Finally, we reach the hospital. I see doctors rush out and take the girl. Good, all is well. Then, the police shows up. I pull a gun out from nowhere. They look pissed. This isn't good. I look at my gun. It's a Magnum 45. The cops get out and fire at me. Oh shit! I take cover and fire back. I have a 45 bitches! Good luck! I take down one cop. Then, another. One more, and shit. Now cops are coming from behind. These ones have shotguns. Motherfucker! They grab me. They point at me with their guns, and I awake.

Pre dream:
I was hellbent on getting a lucid dream, so much though that I literally tried to stick my finger through my hand throughout the entire day and constantly questioned my reality and weather I was dreaming or not. I tried looking for all the signs, text looking weird and not looking the same with a second read, clocks acting weird (which is funny because I stared at a clock for a while and the minute hand went backwards an I was like "OMG!" but then it went back to normal), digital clocks going crazy, electronics not working, mine or other peoples hands looking weird (also funny because one of my friends hands were all different colours but then he told me people drew on his hand for some reason), and weird colours of the sky (throughout the day the sky was white). So it was a pretty trippy day, I also preformed double reality checks anytime something out of the ordinary happened or if something seemed strange or not right. Before I went to sleep I got caught up "in-between" the dream and reality, where my thoughts seemed to be deeper in my mind and not make a lot of sense, and when these things occurred immediately I got up and preformed a reality check. Eventually, I fell asleep.

I was waking around in a familiar area, it's my old school(which is right next to my new one)and I'm facing the dufferin mall. (It's much smaller than in the dream than in waking life, it not necessarily an easy building to recreate). I was walking towards it through my schools parking lot. I find myself wondering how I got here. I preform a reality check and try to push my right finger through my left palm. It doesn't work.

"Of course I can't do it." I think to myself.

But just to double check, I pinch my noes and try to breath, and what do you know, I could breath!

"I'm dreaming? I'm dreaming!" I think to myself.

I do it again.

"Yes!" I say to myself. "Time to do awesome stuff!"

I heard about flying in dreams, it's the first thing I try. I remember hearing that an easy way for beginners to do it is to jump up and down higher and higher.

I jump up...

and fall right back to the ground. I do it again...

same thing.

"Well fuck me." I say to myself, quite frustrated that my first lucid isn't turning out so well.

I pinch my noes again and try to breath, at first I can't, but afterward I have no problem. I feel discouraged. I begin walking towards the mall.

"What else can I do?" I think.

Then I have a false awakening. I'm in the back of a taxi, wondering how I got there of course.

"That was cool, my first lucid dream." I think to myself unaware that I'm still dreaming.

The taxi is parked outside of the mall. The driver looks a bit angry at me, probably because I fell asleep in his car. Someone's waiting for me inside the mall. I go inside. A DC greets me as soon as I step inside. She's white, kind of chubby, maybe in her 50's, brown short hair, and wide eyes. She's wearing a jacket (which I now recognize to be my grandmother's). The funny thing is when I first see her I say in my head:

"You're not real, you're a projection of my subconscious."

But I was like, "Nah I'm not dreaming anymore." Once again strange dream topography. The mall that I walk inside of the mall that I walk into is actually a different mall all together, the yorkgate mall. False memories begin flooding my head. I'm a boy who delivers packages for the mafia, this woman is my mentor. I delivered a few packages in my dream but only one delivery stands out in my head. I need to deliver this package to this fast food store, but I need thirty minutes to do it. I'm being timed. The goal is to reach the front of the line with thirty minutes left on the clock so I don't hold up the line. Weird thing is when this is happening a line of my text pops up in mind (with a lot of spelling errors): "I didn't want to hold up the line to long." I reach the front of the line, 27:36 left on the clock.

"Good enough." I think to myself.

I believe more escapades happen in the mall and I met some of the mafia guys I was working for but it's pretty hard to remember. Some time later I end up back at my apartment and I'm talking dad when my DC mentor comes through the door. Apparently my dad and grandma know her and are really happy to see her. I'm drawing a blank about what happens after this (if anything does) so I'll skip to the end. I wake up at around 4:30 a.m., 2nd of February 2011.

Yeah I woke up late.

"There's no way I'm gonna get up." I think to myself.

"I'm going back to bed."

I collapse down and fall asleep shortly after.

In this dream a lady shows up to my house. She has medium long black hair. She's telling me about the school I want to get into (she's probably a representative) and she kept on insinuating that it was too late and I wouldn't be able to get in. This makes me sad as the school I'm trying to get in is the same school Maisha goes to (it really is this isn't false memory) and shortly after things start to get blurry, I fall down and lay down on a couch (the couch I'm sleeping on) and I wake up.

I wake up at around 7:20 a.m., the 2nd of February 2011. (yay snow day! ^^)

As lucid dreaming goes this was pretty much a success, as dream control goes this was pretty much a failure. But now that I know the noes trick works (and for some reason the finger one doesn't) I have successfully confirmed a reality check! Now I need to learn more about dream control and practice flying. Once again wish me luck!

Note: It seems like I have a very short attention span in dreams. I just got so excited that was like, "First thing I wanna do, fly!" Perhaps it is just man's nature to reach for the sky. If I attain lucidity again I have to remember my goals and constantly RC so I remember I'm dreaming. I guess I'll just have to study them. Perhaps I couldn't fly because I half-expected to not be able to (it was very realistic). Also I remember when I jumped up and down gravity was the same, if not stronger. If anyone has any tips on how to remember things in a dream please let me know.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
In real life I ordered a Fight Club poster a few days ago, and I'm waiting for it to be delivered. That's obviously where this dream came from.

It was daytime, and the sky was filled with wispy white cumulus clouds. I was sitting on the concrete front steps of my house, looking around the block. The deliveryman should be there any minute to drop it off, I thought. As soon as I finished thinking those words, a man in a full-body navy suit came around the corner (there was a high wooden fence in the way) and walked up to me. It looked like he was wearing a janitor's outfit, but it was slightly baggier. He was holding a large square box over his shoulder, and when in close proximity to me, he put it on the ground.

It wasn't sealed, so I kneeled down and opened it up right away, expecting a Fight Club poster to be inside. Instead, I found two separate posters, rolled up so the white sides were facing outwards. I said, "these aren't mine," without even looking to see if even one of them was the one I ordered. "Tell your boss to get the damn order right next time," I added, and kicked the box over to his feet.