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I'm walking with Daryl, to Josh's mums house in Strafford to pick up my dog, that was getting looked after for the weekend.
I walk into the backyard and see that a black male is working on Daryl's boat. The man walks over and greets us. He looks familiar, and has shoulder length hair. I see my dog Rex in the backyard with a boy and a few other dogs. Rex walks up to the kid for some attention and the kid begins to terra rise my dog by barking at it. Rex looks miserable and scared. One of the bigger dogs must sense weakness in Rex and they fight each other for a couple seconds. I walk over to greet Rex and he looks and feels different. He's hair is longer the usual and has lost a lot of weight. I'm furious and sad at this point and feel that he may have been abused or just overpowered by the other dogs when it came to feed time.

I'm at my old house and I'm out in the backyard. I see my Father and I tell him about what I thought happened at Josh's mums house to Rex. I tell him that a young kid was intentionally trying to scare Rex. My Father shakes his head and is certain I'm just making it up. I get fired up, and can't believe that he thinks I would make such a thing up. I continue for some time arguing about what had happened. The dream ends.

Dream Fragment:
Myself and someone else is running away from a group of people. I see a replay of how I escaped a car park, in a car.
I run towards a helicopter and as it hovers a few metres above ground, I struggle to climb up to get into the cabin. I'm hanging onto a chain that is connected to the helicopter and I find it hard to pull myself up. As I reach closer to the cabin, I try to enter the cabin as if I was in a video game, and would enter when I reach close enough by hitting a key binding.

I was walking towards a petrol station, and noticed a car leaving with an over sized trailer. The trailer drove over the top tires which were connected to posts.

I walked inside and noticed the building was surrounded by what holds huge power lines up. I saw workers in harnesses ab sailing down in a panic. I figured they were worried because of the trailer that ran over the tires, must have shook the place.
I was with Josh D, and we were with two other girl. One kind of caught my eye. She had a pretty face, but I wasn't keen on the body. I don't think Josh really bothered about the other girl.

Powerline

Josh was holding something which looked similar to a spade. It must have caught a dogs (German Shepperd), because it rushed in and attack Josh. It was a massive dog, and was over powering Josh. He couldn't do anything about what was happening. I didn't know what to do to help him. Eventually the owner of the petrol station came to his aid. I thought it was bullshit of what happened, and should have got free accommodation for the night at least (Petrol station was a hotel). The owner looked like a hick.

He was patching Josh up from his wounds. Everything I thought/said he did. I said something about stitches or sedation. The owner got out a small needle for sedation and injected it into his forehead. I was a bit taken back of what just happened. Josh had passed out from the sedation and the owner was threading stitches into his eye brow. Josh woke up after the procedure instantly. I was looking at his eye brow which showed a lot of scar tissue, very thin layers.

A group of people were outside of the petrol station. They looked as if they were dressed in 60's costumes, full on John Lennon style.

We called a taxi to pick us all up from the hotel, in the morning at 8:30am. Josh said something about working the next day and would have to go home after clubbing, rather then going back to the hotel with us.

We were in a bathroom/toilet with the girls, and we were looking in the mirror.

We were now at a night club/pub. It was meant to be flannigans, but looked different. They had just closed off a section of the pub, but pulling down what looked like a garage door. I had a convocation about why the were closing this section to a girl DC. As I was leaving the area that closed, I went to get a drink from the bar, but Josh said it was closed too. Not long after, a older man had offered me a mini bottle of alcohol. I took it and asked for 1 more, insisting it was for a friend. He was a bit hesitant but gave me one. I walked towards Josh to give him the bottle. I looked at the old man and pointed at Josh, letting him know I was giving it to him. I noticed we were in a area which had tables and chairs everywhere. Josh noticed Amy H, and went to sit near her but she walked away without noticing. Josh fell over the table by accident, and it got Amy's attention. She came back to see if he was OK. Josh mentioned something to Amy about how I told him that she was keen on him back in school.

Mini Bottle (Size of a lighter)

Time Lucid - 30 seconds
Non lucid - grey text
Semi Lucid - red text
Lucid - blue text

I got up out of bed and saw a dog in my room, which wasn't mine. It kind of shocked and scared me a little, as I didn't expect it at all. I figured I had just had a false awakening. I plugged my nose and it worked.

I pretended to shoot the dog in the head with a gun, and nothing happened. (I'm an animal lover, I promise). As I left my bed room, I could hear sounds from reality, it was the damned rubbish truck , I couldn't help but realise it wasn't sound from the dream itself. I woke up and turned it into a DEILD. I remembered the dream I was just having, and the scene came to me pretty quickly. I continued the dream where I left off, which was in the hallway. I saw the dogs, and was going to let them outside while I continued my lucid dream. As I let them out, I started to lose the dream again. Once again I chained another DEILD together, except this time I was going to let the dream scene come to me. I thought to myself meh, let's just do it the more reliable way and visualise. I visualised getting out of my bed which bought on the scene. This time I remembered to study something in the room as I didn't want the lucid to end as quickly as the previous attempts. I picked up what looked like a sleeping musk. As I focused on it, I could still hear the rubbish truck and woke up.

Dream Fragment/False Awakening
I remember laying in bed, on my iPod Touch. I saw my dream diary entries coming up on my Face book wall. I was a bit worried as, I didn't want this information on my Face book. I think I convinced myself that I had them set on private.

Dream fragment (Night time) I think all three dream fragments were linked to the one dream
I was with a group of people at the beach. I saw a fight happening in the distance. I could see police cars and paramedics fly passed but they looked weird, and looked to be levitating off the ground.

Dream fragment
I remember a dog was a bit aggressive. I bought Rex (My Dog) inside, and a guy was passing Rex over a chair to me. I felt bad for Rex as he was upside down, and we were fumbling around so I could get a good grip on Rex.

Dream fragment(Night time)
I remember Dad calling me and saying don't drive. It was as if someone had told him, I was driving without a license. I thought maybe Josh D may have told him.

Dream
As I flushed the toilet, it started to block and started to flood the bathroom. I could see a massive poo floating on top of the bowl. I had my iPod Touch in front of the toilet, on the floor, which had flooded. I pissed that my iPod was in water. I picked it up and noticed that it was still working, but the middle button wasn't responding. I noticed the screen start to slide off, and everything break into pieces. Kayley said she could fix it without a problem and when can they not be fixed.

False Awakening
I remember having a false awakening but didn't catch it. I check the time on my iPod while I was in bed.

Daytime Dream.

I was with Josh D, Trev and his brother Gary.

I'm at blacks land house, outside in my backyard. I remember playing ball with my brothers girlfriends dog (Peppie). Peppie got a little too excited for the ball and bit my hand by accident. I had placed a hand full of tennis balls up on top of the shed roof.
I remember hearing something on radio that was talking about cricket.

A girl came out into the backyard to tell me to come inside for something (I think she was friends with Holly A). I came inside, but it wasn't my house. The girl handed me something (something wrapped in a cloth?). I think it had something in it that she owed me.

I went out the front, which was now Marlz front yard. I walked up to a car which was parked, and it was Holly. She didn't recognise me.
I had thought she mentioned something about blood on my face, and asked if that's what she said. She laughed and said no. I told her that I picked a pimple on my face. Some people walked up to me, and we started chatting. Holly decided that she may as well leave, as I wasn't talking to her, and started to drive off.

I saw Josh D outside. He looked a little different, his hair was a bit shaggy looking.

I got inside and myself, Josh, Trev and Gary were about to head off to sleep, in the lounge room.

We were all stuffing around not long after. I tickled Gary's foot, and he freaked out and jumped on top of Trev. Trev wasn't too happy that he was jumped on.

I was now in a car with, Josh, Trev, Luke B and Gary. Gary was driving. I saw a guy on the side of the road, he was hugging a huge boulder, and they were both covered in tar. He rolled himself into a puddle of liquid which was gold and bubbling, as if it was lava.

I said something witty, and got no response. Luke mentioned that there must be 2 drunk people in the car, to not get what I just said.

I was now holding my hip, and was feeling around for a lump. I thought I may have had a tumour or something. Someone said to me, that my side which had the lump, wasn't functioning right. I looked down and saw that I was in blue shorts. You could see the outline of my penis, as if my pants were sticking to my body. Gary said that I had a massive penis. I think I had an athletic body type also.

Side note:
As I woke up, I saw imagery, as if I could have turned it into a DEILD. The image was a computer screen, which was pretty vivid. I could even see the clock in the bottom right corner. I tried to open my eyes but the image would fade away, so I closed them again and it appeared again. I then thought I would try opening my eyes again, but this time it was gone for good.

I was at my old house in blacks land. I must have been sleeping with my dog and I decided to jump out and sleep on the other mattress which was on the floor. I left the room and heard that Dad was still on the PC. I went back into my room, and Dad came in and mentioned that he was playing shit because he has been angry. Mum came into my room not long after and told me to jump back into my proper bed.

I was now sitting at the dining table at stone hill house. I was trying to flatten a bag of brown sugar, so I could get all the air out of the bag. The air wouldn't leave the bag. I spilt some of the sugar on the table, and was trying to sweep it up back into the bag.
I saw Dad kneeling down in the kitchen with my Mum. Dad looked upset and I think Mum said to him that she was going to leave him. He mentioned about my brother moving back in. I didn't want Dad to lose everything he worked for and was considering giving him 60,000 to help out.
Dream ended.

The following is a formal rewrite of a 2013 online dream journal entry with added supplementation on Tuesday, 14 August 2018.



Wooden Bridge Mishap of a Friend

Morning of September 18, 2013. Wednesday.

Reading time: 4 min 58 sec. Readability score: 63.

My dream contains features, in a typical composite, from two recurring settings that always vary, as do all settings. One has the appearance of an area in Wisconsin near Chipmunk Coulee (where I lived as a child), and the other is a partial model of the fishing pier in El Jobean, Florida (pictured above). It is inherently a model of subliminal dream state awareness. It is caused by deliberately entering into the dream state with lucidity and expectancy, the setting being a manifestation of this process, but losing the essence of the consciously aware self on the other side of liminal space, though while still maintaining the thread of dream state awareness and wonder if only subliminally. Its foundation is from the Enchanted Forest from Harvey Comics.

The wooden bridge in this dream is a deliberate form of both dream state induction and potential exit upon which the basis is the vestibular system correlation of the otherwise illusory dream body. It stems from the concept of crossing over into a different level of consciousness while maintaining the balance of illusion and elevation from the real physical body. As with a porch, it is one of the most common buffers as such. This reactive representation developed from before I could read and write.

Part of an offset dream before returning to the induction point involves me hand-washing about five darker pairs of my socks in the Loomis Street house in Wisconsin. (This is a subliminal thread of awareness that I am not wearing socks in my sleep.) I think that I will travel north. I have a familiar idea that I have had in many previous dreams - that I will fly about and live and sleep in the trees and fly around mostly only at night in a cloak or bed sheet. The false memory of paying $15.00 a month to live with undesirable males does not appeal to me.

Eventually, I become aware that I will be exploring the Enchanted Forest with Rick, a friend from Chicago during my young-adult years in La Crosse. As we approach the wooden bridge, I see that it does not seem suitable for cars, as the wood is thin plywood. It also does not seem wide enough for cars and people to cross at the same time. I am aware, though, that they are probably still working on building or repairing the bridge at this time and the plywood is only temporary.

Rick and I jog over the first sections and curves, heading east to the wondrous place, but there is concern from Rick that cars may be approaching from behind us from the west, though I do not see or hear any. I move along confidently, running over an area where a small section of wood is missing near the railing to my right. It is about as wide as a person’s waist, big enough to fall through if not paying attention. I soon realize, though, that Rick may not see it if he is not watching where he is going. Sure enough, when he reaches the small open area, he falls through to the ground below only a moment before I start to warn him, about twenty feet, immediately beginning to scream and moan in pain. For a short time, I think about going on by myself, especially as I am aware of a farm below where people may help him.

I look through the gap to see that Rick had picked up the section of plywood that had fallen from the bridge a few days ago. He uses it to saw off the tail from a dog that is watching a flock of sheep. I feel embarrassed by his act as I see an unknown woman approaching him (from the east) to see what is going on. I consider that he will get into trouble. However, she does not seem concerned about the dog. I ask Rick several times if he had broken his leg, but I do not get a clear answer. Eventually, I reach down, and with the help of the woman, we manage to get him back up through the hole. At this point, the distance to the ground seems only about six feet, despite the view from moments before, when it was a very long distance down.

He sits down to rest to look at his leg. I become annoyed that my dream may end before we get to the more secluded area that has beautiful scenery as well as healing energy. (This is interesting, as my dream self is not lucid.) There may also be treasures there. The left side of his left knee, by the kneecap, comes off in four or five smaller ceramic-like pieces that he turns around in his hand with a slight concern. I am not sure if we will be going to the hospital from that point when my dream fades.

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Most of what is in this dream is from autoscripting, developed over a lifetime, though which remains primarily subliminal after moving beyond liminal space. Unfortunately, people who believe in “dream interpretation” seem incapable of understanding that, so I will explain some threads here.

Rick’s entry into my dream is a factor of the continuous persistence of dream state indicators (the subliminal, liminal, or lucid awareness of being asleep and in the dream state). For several months, one of the only status updates on his Facebook timeline was “Rick is going to the mattresses,” including a few times on the date of this dream. That was from updates from a Facebook game he played a lot. It is, of course, a play on going to sleep and dreaming of which I could not block once going beyond liminal space to a point beyond where viable lucidity could exist. Therefore, “Rick is going to the mattresses” was unintentionally part of the autoscripting, and his appearance resulted, not as the usual preconscious avatar but as a projection of my dream self. (The woman who helped him up through the hole was the preconscious avatar in this case.) I am often aware of what is scripting my dreams in real time, though without viable lucidity.

The cutting off of the dog’s tail is from an induction affirmation, “I am made of the healthiest energies in the universe.” It unintentionally stemmed from “puppy dogs’ tails…that’s what little boys are made of.” His left knee being ceramic is a reminder that the physicality of the dream state is illusory. (Left is associated with the direction of sleep induction and dreaming, as I most often sleep on my left side.) It also ties in with one of my first recalled dreams about a ceramic chicken. In real life, the healing of Zsuzsanna’s right knee (beyond medical possibility) had been the result of healing affirmations and, by her belief, my presence (and us finally meeting). It all fits even as a typical distortion, as my original companion on the induction bridge was Brenda, who was proven to have been a stand-in for Zsuzsanna. In childhood dreams, I deliberately (for drama and adventure) fell from the bridge, landing in a prehistoric world, though there were many resets and alternate versions of that series that I used for years.

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(One of the weirdest dreams I've had. I only wrote notes down unfortunately, and can't recall it all )

It was daytime.

I was on a pier with Daz and my brother. There was a lot of random as fuck people.. really strange.

I was in a room joined to the pier and Daz put a fire cracker in a man's mouth, who was the size of a small dog. When the fire cracker went off, I remember thinking that the guy would have been dead for sure.. I thought he would have been blown up. I had a look at the guy and he wasn't looking good. He was moving side to side and struggling to breath. Eventually he took his last couple of breaths, then passed out. I was worried for Daz, as I didn't want the guy to go down for murder.

I was on the pier and a girl was cracking onto me. Everyone was different, and acting weird, but in a good way..

I was outside at some kind of stall you would see at a amusement park. I could see a man trying to sell me a gun who was behind a glass. He was demonstrating what the gun could do, which shot plastic balls. I asked him If I could have a look at it before I thought of buying.

I saw a few rowing boats go passed the pier, so I decided to jump in one and carry along. I was rowing through a small tunnel.

I was naked, at a house with Josh D. I was looking through a paper which had all the interesting/strange people from the pier.

1. Traveling with my cousins (to dragoncon?) We stopped at a hotel with wierd phones everywhere. My aunt called and asked which one of us pooped on her couch, and we said it must have been the dog. o-e

2. My family was beginning a journey, and we stopped at same aunt's house for supplies. I wanted to take their rootbeer, but they wouldn't let me.

Dinner: included 3 eggs

Pre bed: 3mg mel

Total sleep time: 6 hrs, lots of insomnia

Early fragment: thinking about ld, this was one of these FA things where you remember a previous lucid then wake up and can't recall anything. Suspicious.

Fragment: I am in our first home and look at some expensive according to mom shoes that she has ordered from India for my aunt. Then she shows me a coat that she has bought. She tries the coat with a handbag and asks me if I like them. The handbag is very ugly and green.

Micro-ld: Near neighbor's entrance and I make place for some people to come in. There is a Japanese breed dog and it starts licking my palm, it licks and licks, I can't detach myself from it. When I finally do, it falls on the ground with a bound of sadness. I am thinking it got so much positive emotion out of licking, it now feels devastated. It tries to get to my hand again and I feel disgusted and want to wash. There are two-three girls, we are going up to wash, one of them is naked, but her breasts are not there, just weird nipples.

The dream skips forward and now we are in a large hall where people receive awards. The girl is part of four of the nominee teams, which are small island countries and Japan. A guy announces his name on the microphone. Then, I see a classmate of mine and wonder what the hell is she doing here. (She randomly appears in dreams). I decide to do a RC and stand up from my chair, saying RC and raising my hand to examine it in a very conspicious manner. My classmate looks at me and replies RC. This looks so nutty, I am fully convinced it's a dream. I can't recall much else, just that I decide to get out of there, but the dream fades and I am back in my bed. I lay still for a DEILD.

DEILD: I appear in an apartment at night in the shower cabin. In the dream I recall about me wanting to behave like this is real life and know that if I do that, it will stabilize the dream. Therefore, I do my best to pretend that this is real life, take a shower, examine the showerhead, carefully trying to simulate proximity to real life. I even use a towel to dry myself. I decide I want to visit my friend, but look in the mirror and see I am wearing only a short T-shirt. I certainly don't want to appear like this in front of him, if I think about my attire when meeting him, but decide it will change by itself as I go along. I have no clue where he lives irl, so decide to try to go to school and see if he is there.

Currently on the fourth- fifth floor, I hang on to the curtain and swing forwards, it elongates and transports me down perfectly. I am in our old neighborhood and need to walk to school although it's quite a risky idea. Slightly above the ground, I do the the curtain swing again, even though nothing is holding the curtain and I know that but don't care. It's pretty effective and I am going fast. I do my best to hold the image of the street as stable as possible. I pass quite a distance for a dream, curtain swinging at tree level, stepping on each tree as I end each swing. It is daytime now. :yumdumdoodledum:

At the end of the street, the trees and buildings begin to lose shape and become a white flowing background. I slow down a bit and the street is back again. I reach a small garden and notice a large war memorial that is not there irl, but the place still looks kind of familiar.

Then, as I move forward, I interrupt my concentration of holding the dream/images and think that CL flies a lot and that maybe that would have been a better option, since I am taking too much dream time. Yet, I reply to myself, that would involve imagining flying over the specific area I need to go and may actually be harder for me. These thoughts take just a moment, yet this is enough for my control over the scene to wane and the scene in front of me changes. It is a smooth change, but it is no longer where I am supposed to be going. I try to go back and change it to the specific location, by turning my back on it and checking it again. It changes again but now it's like a totally different city with an old castle up on the hill. I feel saddened I am not going to make it to my friend and take a turn to the left.

The street changes again and is now a familiar one from my hometown and it leads to school too. Among the crowd, I notice a very unpleasant person from rl and a pain in ass in non-lds. Her eyes look very lively and I feel her aggression. She also says something that's supposed to be irritating to me and I can hear her voice quite well, even though she is not that close. I don't pay attention to what exactly she says but can clearly smell trouble. I wonder how did she appear here among the crowd of DCs walking down the street, I didn't think about her. I begin to worry about her but turn my back, reminding myself that if you don't think about it, it doesn't exist. Yet, I can still feel her presence behind me. I speed up, now flying low above the ground. She is behind me and I feel an upcoming confrontation that I prefer to avoid, so I wake myself up.

I take brief notes and end up with insomnia.

Fragment: I am in a room and there are masks that one wears underwater, but they don't really exist irl. Bf and dream friends come in the room and we talk about something. The water has been running so I turn it off, then this girl looks at where all the water has been going, somewhere underground. There are huge fish there and also normal ones, they expect to be given food.

Fragment: something about bf's mom and food, there are poppy flowers nearby.

LD Fragment: This was a nice, average to long ld, but mostly remember the last part of it as I involuntarily fell back asleep.

I don't feel well, nasty pain, I stop and ask these DCs to tell me what is wrong with me. Something about their appearance strikes me as odd, so I become lucid. I think I ask them how to get better or something.

No memory what happens next, I have been doing stuff in this apartment, talking to DCs, free-styling.

I remember looking myself in a mirror and noticing that I look really nice. I like my dream make up very much and try to memorize it so that I put it the same way irl. I also have some thoughts about trying to manipulate my body in a certain way and see if there is an effect irl.

I go to another room and look at the cupboard, notice a beautiful china milk jug with blue decorations but feel mischievous, so decide to use TK to make it fall down. It falls on the floor and then gets on the the chair in front of me, broken in two. Now, I feel sad and want to repair it. I also think it will be a cool skill to repair things and even have a false memory of repairing something. I try to fit the pieces together and hold them, but it doesn't work. I hear a buzzing sound and me and DCs in the room see some sort of a wasp, maybe twice the normal size and completely brown and shiny. I decide it's time to get out of there and head for the window. There is a beige mosquito net on the window and I try to phase through it but meet some resistance. I remind myself that I can do it and push forward. The net stretches a bit and finally I pass through and fall/fly down.

This part was very pleasant but I don't recall all of it. Basically, I end up flying low over a yard that transforms to meadow with different wild flowers, mostly yellow ones, as the late September sun shines down on the meadow. Absolute beauty and I remain with the scene for as long as I can until the dream finally fades.

Fragment:I end up in another dream for a brief while, making profane gestures with hands.

Woke up happy, fell asleep again, had another short dream I can't recall. Then woke up very worried as I had forgotten the most of the last ld.

I remembered more dreams last night then I ever have in a single sleep session, which is really super awesome for me! so yaaay!

Now if I can just get lucid.


Dreaming within a dream, trying to escape dream!! Fragment. Induction Method attempted: MILD

I was dreaming that I was dreaming, and in this dream I was trapped! I don't know how or why, but I was trying to escape my dream, and could not find my way out. I tried to escape the dream several times (in my dream) and even tried to wake myself up, to no avail! These dream-within-dreams are very freaking confusing!!


Rodents, Wolves and Bears, OH MY Sunday august 25th 7:00 am Induction method attempted: WILD/WBTB

A FULL dream, huraaay!

My dad goes to town, and comes back with two pets for Mom. One of them is like a giant overgrown rat. I want to say it's closer to a guinea pig, but that doesn't feel right, even if it looked the same. The other pet was a strange creature; I don't know their name, but I think they are an Australian critter I know I've seen before on TV. It had grey-blue fur, long back legs, shorter front ones, a long tail and big ears. We named it Roosey because it hops around like a Kangaroo, though it is also capable of skittering around really fast. The other critter was never referred to by name in the dream; I'll call him Mouse. Mouse was round, fluffy, with brown fur.

My dream skips forward to that evening, after Dad brings home the pets. They are not kept in a cage though. Instead, they are able to roam free; we just have a wood divider separating the living room half of the house from the kitchen half of the house. This way, our dog Meatball can't get to them to eat them. I end up going into the living room for some reason, and the divider doesn't close all the way behind me; Mouse and Roosey come flying through it into the living room. I leap on top of Meatball, holding him down and call for help, because he is struggling like mad to get to the two critters.

Dad scolds me for letting the divider open like that, and then has me let the little guys outside to go to the bathroom. It is dark outside, and I need a flashlight. I get them, and take them outside; Mom and Dad warns me not to let them get too far away, Well.

As soon as the door opens, BOTH of them just run as fast as they can, waaay in the yard. I can't see them anymore because it's so dark. Mouse, with her waddling gait, comes into view; she's not quite as far away as Roosey. I scoop the lil' critter up, and start looking for Roosey; I'm about halfway into the yard by now. I can't find her at first, and then...THERE! I see her, but she is right next to a fox! I start to go after, but she hops away again. I decide I need help, so I turn around, heading back to the house. I get to the driveway, when I notice a large grey-white timberwolf sitting in the driveway, staring at me. Knowing they seldom attack humans and needing to get Mouse inside, I walk by. Then, right by the door, theres ANOTHER wolf. As I head up the stairs, the wolf tries to snatch Mouse from my hands. I yank away, its fangs grazing my hand. I throw open the door and dash inside.

Breathless I tell mom and dad about Roosey and the wolves and fox. Mom takes mouse, and examines my hand while Dad goes into their bedroom to get his rifle. Mom sighs, shaking her head. I'm only scratched; she's worried about Roosey. She tells me that it's messed up--Dad doesn't often get attached to these rodent type pets, like mice and stuff, but he's really bonded with Roosey, and now she's probably out there, hurt or worse. She says it's just not fair. I agree, looking out the window into the darkness. Then Dad comes out, rifle in hand, and I go outside with him to show him where Roosey is at.

WE go outside, and dad fires several shots into the air. THe wolves all dash away immediately; there wasn't just the two I saw, an entire PACK of them runs off. I lead dad to where Roosey is, and find her. But she's rolling around on her back, badly injured. I'm about to pick her up when I notice a bear at the edge of our yard (a very large brown-bear). I point out the bear to Dad--it hasn't noticed us yet. He takes aim with his Rifle, putting his fingers to his lips to make sure I stay quiet. But for some reason, he doesn't shoot. The bear looks up, and starts plodding towards us, and STILL Dad doesn't shoot the bear. I'm freaking out now, and I ask him what the heck to do, and he hands me a shotgun that he did NOT have when he came out. AND it's not the gun we have IRL, it's a double barrel shotgun. Dad is watching the bear, and I aim the gun. I ask, as it gets creepily close, if he wants me to shoot it. He doesn't answer. My fingers wrap around the trigger, but it's so sensitive that at my slightest touch, the gun goes off and misses the bear completely!

The bear stands up on his hind legs, roars, and then notices the same fox from earlier. It is skittering by him, and the bear claws him, shoving the animal in his mouth. Dad tells me the bear isn't interested in us, and tells me to grab Roosey. We start to head back into the house, and Roosey needs to get to the vet. The alarm wakes me up as we are crossing the yard.


Demonic Dog 10:00 am Fragment, INDUCTION method attempt: WILD/WBTB

Dad and I are in the house. He explains to me that our pet, Tori, is actually a demonic dog--even if she has not yet shown it. HE tells me that she will be used to do things, such as enter our world, if something isn't done about it. For some reason, he believes that I have to be the one to kill the dog. I don't want to do it, the thought saddens me deeply, but I go grab my survival knife that I keep in my room (for when we go camping or fishing). I hide the knife behind my back, and approach Tori. I hug her, give her kisses and pet her...and then I stab her twice in the chest, very quickly. I then carry Tori outside where I sit with her, holding her head in my lap, and apologize for having to do this to her, and for her being used by evil. I am crying at this point, watching her die. I wake up still feeling the intense emotions from the tail end of the dream fragment.


A Knight Beheaded Time unknown Induction Technique Attemted: WILD/WBTB

Another good vs. evil dream, with a bit of humor at the end. I'm in some strange area where all of the plant life is grey and dying. The trees are dead, the grass is dead and crumbly beneath my feet. There is an entire crowd of people around me, most dressed like modern day people, but there is one man, a knight in full silver colored armor. We are all enclosed in some giant fenced in area, which leads to some open arena-style place with two exits. We are being herded towards that arena place. Someone speaking from an unknown location, as if from some kind of loud-speakers, tells us that there are two men, one for each exit. One of the men is evil, the other is not. We are told that we have to choose which one is the evil person, and make our way through these shadowy-looking beings in the arena area, and kill him. If we choose correctly, we can all go home. If we choose the wrong person, our world will be in grave danger.

The knight steps up first; that's when I notice he is blind, wearing some kind of headband over his eyes. He leaps over the fence into the arena, drawing his sword. He immediately slashes at one of the creatures, killing it. Then he turns behind him, and slashes at the fence! One of the creatures laughs at him, and beheads the knight with long claws. His head sails over the fence, his body collapsing to the ground. The head then floats back into the arena, re-attaches itself to the knights body, and he closes his eyes and looks as if he's just gone to sleep! I wake up at this point.

I do sooo well remembering my dreams for over a week--and then twice in a row my recall dips. Oh well, it's just a phase, right? Here is my very small fragment that I didn't remember until I'd been up several hours, while outside with the family pet.

Saturday, August 24th, time unknown

I'm at home, in the house. It looks exactly the same, as far as I can recall, as it does in real life. I'm petting one of our dogs, Angel. Like in real life, she has this little tumor thing on the back of her neck. As I pet her, my fingers brush the tumor, and it starts squirting blood all over the place, drenching my face and hands. She is okay, not like bleeding to death, I just caused it to start squirting. It stops a few seconds later, but my face and neck is covered, and I'm feeling a bit grossed out and shocked. I run to the bathroom to clean my hands and neck, and I notice I have some of the blood in my mouth, and I'm holding up my tongue, looking in the mirror, trying to scrape it off the bottom of my tongue.

That's all I can remember of that dream. A strange one!

Total sleep time: 8 hrs

Pre bed: nada

Dream quality and recall: average vividness, deep sleep and challenging recall

Comment: there was an increase in emotions during daytime, which is evident in the dream as well.

Early fragment: some story about dreaming and accounting for lds

Dream: I am waiting for the train, then get on it. A friend of mine is supposed to sit next to me but goes in the other carriage instead. I am taking my shoes off, white socks. The guy next to me is already asleep. Then the perspective changes and I see four of them - friends dining together (without me). I become enraged and show them the finger. They raise their glasses and so do I. My shirt now has wine stain that I try to clean with a cloth, but the cloth is dirty so it gets worse. Then I remember that I can use bread and ham to clean it, just like my dad did. I also take a bite out of my "detergent".

Fragment: A girl from my class is attracted to me and is kissing me. Later the class meets and I have some concerns about her kissing me in front of others. (I don't even like her irl)

WBTB (+had some anxiety thoughts initially)

Mini-ld: I have a FA at home with the person I was thinking about in the beginning of the WBTB. He irritates me and I become angry shouting at him. I realize this is a dream (I read something about karma and emotions during dreams yesterday). My anger vanishes and I make a remark about this. I go on to leave the building. Unfortunately, I don't remember if I phased or how I got outside, just that I was trying to fly down. So I am on a balcony or window and want to fly down the way the girl does in the end of Crouching tiger Hidden dragon, slowly. I succeed in controlling the speed of the flying till I reach the ground, then I go up again. I think I woke up soon after that.

No notes, went back to sleep.

Mini-ld fragment: I am in an unfamiliar room and there is a man in front of me and suddenly I shout at him my anxiety thoughts. Again, I realize this is a dream, I am quite happy I was able to catch this again. I apologize, the man smiles. Unfortunately, I can't recall anything else, the dream ends with the void. I shortly try to summon Angel Falls, but the position which I am imagining myself is making me feel uncomfortable. The images fade away.

Mini-ld: I am on the street but feel like my dream control is not working very well because everybody is walking towards me daringly. A dog charges at me and I start some sort of thought/control manipulation to stop it, but in the end grab it and put it on my shoulder/head and neutralize it. Three female DCs are bothering me, I have no idea what they want. I remember I can escape from them by flying, so I fly just a bit above them. However, they can still reach me and I am coming down against my will. I only know one other way to deal with them and ask them if this is what they want. They say yes and I rip one of the girls' clothes off. I wake up before any censure is necessary.

Fragment: Thus guy I know is giving an interview for the newspaper

Tuesday, August 20 8:00

Mom and dad are on some sort of long trip while I'm at the house, with Tori, one of our dogs. The thing is, our "home" is different than it is IRL; the layout is completely different, the landscape is different, and the yard has a large metal fence enclosing it. When my parents finally return, I have to do some sort of work outside--but it's very late, and eventually I come inside. When i do, my grandpa is there; he's lying on the floor like he's drunk or something...

And that's all I remember :s


~SilverWolf~

At this moment I'm not sure which one came first though I think the Zombie one was later.

I think I was the one to be turned into a Robot, At least at first. I was in a transportation device which went up along a track and I managed to deactivate it and make it go down (As opposed to going up to where I would've ended up with robots that wanted me to become a robot) And I got out of the device. I then went off into a place or room similar to the storage room of the house on the first floor East side and a Dog was there and then I or the other person that took my place (who was female) met a blond man with short hair and talked about avoiding capture by the robots.

I don't know why but all of a sudden a junky building which is about six miles away from me comes to mind and I don't think I had anything to do with it in this dream but I don't know? It was a store and I dreamed of it before and it closed as the roof's falling in on it.

Anyway, Now for the Zombie parts. I saw a lot of people in a parking lot and then they caught something which caused them all to start rotting quite much and I think tearing each other up too. Not all of the cars were newer, They reminded me of 70s cars. There was at least one man who was in the parking lot and did not have the virus. At one point I saw a little kid who had the virus in a wagon or hatchback type car (Maybe it was even a tiny minivan) and his mother, I think, Started to tear him up. His head didn't look very well-off before she did either.

And for some reason as I think, A military base is coming to mind. I don't know why.