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I was laying in bed and I couldn’t fall asleep. Then finally I got relaxed and I felt I guess what is known as the roll over signal. I decided to roll over and see if I'd enter SP fast. So I began to enter sleep paralysis. I felt tons of vibrations and it felt like I was falling. It feels good so I just let my self go with it. But I did not ant a WILD or an OBE. It was dark in my room and I get freaked out sometimes so I move force myself out of the vibration state by moving again. Now I'm in my room thinking ah that was fun. At this point I am in a dream but I don’t realize. I remain in bed in the same position and I am still trying to sleep. I notice something weird though. Every time I close my eyes, no matter which direction I was facing, when I open them again, I see my room as if I was laying on my back looking forward. I don’t think much of this. I just figure that I am really close to falling asleep and when I close my eyes I am seeing developing dream scenes of my room. I continue to just lay there for a looong time. I am starting to get a bit suspicious though. I decide to get some water. I turn to the lamp next to me and try to turn it on. It wont work…. The knob that I turn to switch lights on even broke into my hand. I now know I am dreaming. I am a bit scarred since my room is really dark. Once my fears begin to grow I see a figure in the corner. I close my eyes. I put my fears aside for a moment and decide it would be cool to look at my phone. I feel around for it on my bedside table and find it. I press a few buttons and observe. The screen displays a bunch of random figures and scribbles. I toss the useless phone over the bed. It does not make the sound it should when it hit the ground. Now I think about how I am in bed wake, yet my physical body is in the same bed asleep. My fears begin to grow again and I’m worried I’ll start seeing things I don’t want to see because of my stupid fear.. I lay in bed and wonder how long this will last. I try waking myself up for a while. Until finally, one attempt succeeded.

I was seeing a lapse of Batman. Not from his beginning generations, but from his newest movies. I saw him kneeling, looking up at the city that fomed in the shape of a bat. I saw glimpses of The Joker, The lady Joker, Cat Woman and I think others. This was like I was watching the preview to Arkham city.
I walked into my classroom, after getting these papers from the office. I sat down and saw Danica walk in. I expected her to come sit down next to me, but unsuprisingly she sat behind me. I looked behind myself and she ponted that I didn't have a desk next to me and sort of laughed(the rows were in pairs). Nicely, Bailey saw me and scooted closer to me. I think I rolled my eyes. But I handed him the paper that I got in the office after briefly reading it. He held it and was really surprised. I guess I got to go to a celebration for those who did something good. As the people with the papers were announced to go, Danica came with me. Someone was telling me, are you sure you want to go over there? But there was nothing better to do and I wanted free crap. I saw a chubby asian kid in the back with a bag the size of a sleeping bag with gummy bears. We sat near the the left front. I guess the students who answered the questions right got free stuff, but it was only candy/sweets. I left, and gave Danica the paper as she decided to stay. I don't remember where I went, but I came back after some time and she had a bunch if stuff in a bag, I said thanks, and snacked on one of the many (about 10) cookies she had won, plus candy. We ended up at lunch and I was handing out cookies by then. This was a really weird dream.
The family and this one guy was grocery shopping. We were about finished, and for some reason I was sucking on a Baby Bottle Pop? The guy told me to watch him, and when the cashier finished checking everything out, and we were leaving, he put the whole unpaid tray of Baby Bottle Pops onto the cart. I said, you know thats not going to go past the metal detector, but it did. I looked at him weird. We then walked out, and I saw these two Mexican gringo-wanna be's backing up in their ugly white car. My mom, Marge Simpson, just realized that either the car was out of gas, or she FORGOT the car. Her smoking twin sister was there aswell and giving terrible advice, well her car was there, and she had been looking at clothes. Maggie whispered in Marges ear, telling her something. Then Marge said, you know you can give your bags to the people and they'll hold it for you until you come back? She then threw her bags into a blue dumpster, said thanks, and drove off.
After that, I was driving around as someone around Winco, and walls began to fall above, as I tried to dodge them. This dream continuation was a blur.

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

I had just been sent to a prison for having "committed a crime", or so the authorities said. The building was large and didn't look at all like an actual prison, but it was more high-tech with smooth white walls and high ceilings. I started off in my cell, which was square-shaped and probably only around six by six feet. The walls were plain and smooth, with one having a small square mirror with a metal frame on it. There was a small black framework, only a few feet long, in the back of the room and across the top of the rectangular frame was mesh: a bed. There was a small rectangular entrance way on the back wall, next to the bed, and I went through it. There was a tiny bathroom, with just a white toilet and basic white sink, and on the wall was a mirror; it's rather hard to explain but it allowed people passing by (guards, most likely) to see inside while I was in the washroom.

I left the well-lit bathroom and went through the cell, opening the glass door and emerging into the hallway. The hallway had high ceilings and was very spacious; it was very long and went for at least two hundred feet down either way. There were a few cells next to mine, I saw, and taking up the rest of the building were white cubicles with business desks. People were sitting in them, neatly arranged, picking up phones. I saw three prisoners in very pale blue prisoner clothing walk by, talking amongst themselves.

After looking around for a few moments, I walked down the building, towards a set of large double doors that were in an entrance way like you'd find at a Wal-Mart. You know, that buffer zone where you first enter when you walk inside the building, then there's another set of doors to the actual store area itself? That's what it was like. I got to the end and pushed open the first set of doors, and then walked right out of the building. I saw another prisoner, in the same pale blue clothing, walk past me. No one stopped me as I left.

I considered the fact that I might have been dreaming, but wasn't aware enough to act on it.

August 24th, 2010,


1st Dream (Non-lucid):

This is interesting because this dream took place in New York City, like the 3rd and 4th dreams from my last log. I was walking down the street and everyone loved me. I was a hero to the people of the city. Shane Dawson came to town and he was giving out signatures at his own shop down the street. I went over to introduce myself. And we talked for a while and we became friends and we added eachother on YouTube and everything. Then he said he had to fly back to Los Angeles. And then I went to my 2nd dream.


2nd Dream (Non-lucid):

All of the sudden..I was on a train. We were at a dinner table. It was me, my friend Joey, and a bunch of YouTubers. I remember Shane Dawson was there..CharlesTrippy, ShayCarl, and others. And we were all friends and I was talking to all of them. All of the sudden our train crashed, everyone vanished before my eyes. And my family appeared next to me. We exited the train which brings me to my 3rd dream.

3rd Dream (Non-lucid):

I was at a trainwreck. The setting was a complete wasteland and all of the famous YouTubers were gone. I looked around to find a small boy..he showed me and my family to his house. For some reason..I was holding my old small suitcase thing that I brought to the US when I immigrated with my family, back when I was 3 months old. Inside was a bunch of my clothes. Anyways we got to this persons neighborhood and it was trash. There were clothes all over the dirty roads. And the boy showed us his home, It was an apartment building. We entered and met his family although I don't remember very well what they looked like. My parents and I moved in because we had nowhere to go. The boy showed me around, to arcades and carnivals and such. It felt like I stayed there for days...then one day I found out my old childish suitcase was gone. I couldn't find it anywhere. The first person I blamed was that little boy. I KNEW he took it. I looked outside and sure enough it was on the dirty road along with all the other clothes from earlier, it was knocked over and all my clothes were all over the street. I turned to the boy and I yelled at him. I was so angry, I don't know why..then all of the sudden he turned my age, he instantly went from 5/6 years old to 15 years old. Then I started punching him. And I gained super strength and threw him through a wall. I felt like "How could he do this to me?" and I started crying. Everyone in the house was astonished as to what happened. And I collected my things, I put all the clothes back into the suitcase, and I teleported me and my family home.

Last Dream (Lucid):

I was finally at home. I was in my room on the computer when all of the sudden my mom kicked down the door. She looked at me like she was gunna kill me. At this point I was non-lucid. She went to grab me and I teleported to the back of my room. She was throwing everything from my desk to the floor, my computer, my books, my pens and pencils and notebooks etc. As she was doing this I immediately realized this could be a dream, because my mother would never throw my things on the ground, especially try to kill me. As she was throwing my things on the ground I tried to make her go away, or stop. But she wasn't stopping and she was getting closer. I tried to give myself a gun, but my dream wasn't letting me! She was getting very close. My last resort, I thought to myself "GET ME OUT OF HERE!!" and I woke up this afternoon at 2:21 p.m.