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Sleep: 2:20 AM
Intention: "I will remember my dream"
Didn't hear alarm set 4 hours later.

7:27 AM

I was near the Bacolod North Terminal. I think it was afternoon. I was with some friends, watching buses go by, south-east direction. One says Xan of Carlos, or something. A friend mentioned that there are several same-name cities, so they have to specify which city. That confused me. I believe the term or idea "factory" was also included.

It was night. I was still there with friends, looking directly south. Almost no vehicles in sight. Almost no people. There was a security guard or two. We were sitting on chairs in the middle of the road. Then they stood up to leave. I asked if it's okay to just leave like that. I remember returning the chairs and apologizing to the guard afterwards.

I am facing an elevator, and I jumped inside. I am trying to escape something. I look at the numbers, and chose one. The number 10 lit up on the elevator. I think it's the top floor. I also "sensed" that there are some "floors" that lead to death, with some strange symbols on the list. I recall one was particular colored bloody red, outlined in black.

There are people in the elevator. I'm not sure if they were there when I entered, or if they entered along the floors. I vaguely remember stopping in one floor and deciding it's not the right place.

Finally, I reached the "right" place. The door opened, and I saw a line of people, facing right (if I look at them from inside the elevator), with a trail of people going to the left. They were not looking at the elevator, and none turned their heads when the door opened; they were looking directly ahead. They're wearing informal clothing.

I went out, along with a companion, and moved to the "right," the place where the line of people were looking. Then my companion (male) reminded me of my book. I saw I left it on the elevator floor. There were still some people inside. They were wearing formal clothing. I went in, picked it up, and left. The line of people are still there. Were they even planning to get inside the elevator?

I walked off, and saw the place is like a factory.

Mood: busy

NOTES: The keywords I wrote when I woke up: elevator, death, escape, left book inside elevator, turn right. I remember the elevator, book and turning right, but I'm not sure sure why death and escape were there, so I just tried to recreate it.

I left work, but i didn´t do the passage of my shift´s service to F. I went back t the workplace to give F some info ,it was already night, and when i arrived to the workplace, the installation seemed inside a paper factory,with unframed windows, metal handrails and cement passages. Through the window I could see the setting from one side to the other and decided to enter. Inside it seemed even more like a paper factory. There were dozens and dozens of workers in a meeting near an hydraulic jack, an orange jack.

They were in a meeting, and there were two people talking while the others listened.

There was a responsible official who spoke that near him was an employee that consumed pot, and would therefore be expelled. I was walking around the worker´s mob, just looking... none of them seemed to account for my presence there, except one, who was hanging upside down, with red hair,a helmet in the head, and when I passed him, he smiled so evil, showing all his teeth, and without making a single sound.

Suddenly i was in a roof top, it was already day time. This roof had skylights, which were very large windows, with old wood frames, slightly Victorian. It was light brown wood.

Through the skylight i saw a room with large shelves with lots and lots of books.

F was there, sitting at a table with an open book.
It appeared to be a library.

F was combed with a risk too close beside the head with grease and had a coat and pants and grey boots.

It seemed like the way you would dress in the the English industrial revolution of the workers (near the Victorian age).

When I saw him I thought: " I finally found him and I can give him the info".

Before i could reach F i saw an old man with white hair, a little bald, with a gray suit (but lighter than F´s clothes), looking like a buttler, who seemed to be the librarian,so i tried to whisper instead of talking normally.

I knocked at the skylight´s glass and said:

"Passage of Service".


He looked at me, smiled and rose from the table. He came to me and I asked him if F was studying for exams in college, he did not respond directly to it.

He only said: "There is still a lot of time left."

Lucidity: 7/10
Vividness: 8/10
Length: ~4 Min.

I was in a gigantic factory building with my brother. Almost all of the lights were out in the building. After looking at the scene, I could easily tell that I was dreaming, I said to myself "I know I'm dreaming." So I kept saying things like "lights, on!" and stuff like that. After about 6 or so attempts, only about half of them worked, then I basically lost lucidity.

Successful DILD!

I was in a library frantically looking for a book about scarves. I found the book and went up to the front counter. As the lady was handing me back my book here eye fell out, and rolled onto the floor. My face:

I was about to call 911, and I did a quick reality check. I was dreaming! The feeling on panic subsided. I stabilized the dream, and decided I wanted to go to Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory.

I looked for the biggest book I could find, opened it, and found a big illustration of the factory. I touched the picture and my hand went through the page into the picture. I put my first foot in, then my next foot, and finally my whole body. I could hear a little splashing sound as I went through the page.

I looked around, everything was very bright and vivid. I was standing on a big field of lime green grass, and coconut trees. I could see Willy Wonka handing on the wall like spiderman, staring at me with the creepiest smile ever.

I bent down and pulled out a single blade of grass and put it in my mouth. A shocking sweet tasting blueberry exploded in my mouth. It tasted amazing. I turned out around, and suddenly Willy Wonka was there holding a coconut.

"Everything in here in edible." he told me.

He pulled out his tongue and handed it to me.

"Even this."
"You really want me to eat that?" I told him.
"It's a dream, who cares?"

He had a good point. I grabbed the tongue and put it in my mouth. The texture was bumpy, but it tasted like honey dipped in chocolate. I grabbed the coconut, and licked the outside. It had an orange taste.

"Where is the chocolate river?" I asked him, looking around.

Suddenly the ground dropped beneath us, and I was swimming in chocolate. It didn't taste like chocolate though, it has a sour taste. I could see these gummy fish swimming in the river. They came in all colors. Bright green, red, purple, and even teal.

I looked around for Willy Wonka and he was on a ladder in the middle of the river, holding a cloud. He told me to open my mouth. I did and lightning shot out of the cloud right into my mouth. It tasted like someone just poured a bottle of coke into my mouth.

Suddenly Willy Wonka looked at me like he was insane. He started to charge at me. I put out my hands and imagined a a big barrier coming out of my fist. Willy shot backwards, disappearing in the river.

Willy was no where in sight. I looked around, and realized this place was really creepy. I was alone in a huge chocolate river, and a lime green field with coconut trees. The river began to look like blood. Nobody else was with me, and I felt like people were watching me. I freaked myself out and woke up.

So I have been trying really hard to get lucid more quickly within my dreams (as well as increase my frequency of LDs) but all I have been able to do is have more intense and vivid dreams with WAY better recall....which is a step forward too, but I want to get a lucid dream every other night...anywho...here is a dream that I had last night that was real intense and kind of stuck with me.

I remember being in the city that I am currently living in. It was night time. Usually in RL my city is for the most part peaceful, however this was not the case in this dream. My city was almost post apocalyptic looking with abandoned cars at the side of the streets, dozens of sick and homeless gathered around makeshift fires, drug dealers on every corner, and frankly it was unnerving. Me and a couple of my friends from school were on a quest to find some drugs. We weren't planning on using them but for some reason we felt like we needed to find some in order to survive, whether that means sell them for some cash to live off of or doing something else with them. It was super important that we not only find some drugs but also find out who was the "drug lord" that ran the main drug deals of the city. I had the feeling that we were in danger from certain people and it may have been other people or the drug lord himself I am not certain. We followed a local drug dealer to find the drug lord. The dream shifts and we end up in trouble with the same drug lord. I apparently gained information on him that if given to the police would bring him down. And I had planned to do such a thing. Because they knew I had info that would ruin them they were after me. They had tracked down my friends and threatened their lives. They had contacted my employer and threatened him as well. I was caught with no one to trust or rely on. Only a couple people would help me out and they were assassinated. One man, a kind of bigger fellow, said he would help me bring them down. He was driving his car and I saw another car tailing him so I ran after him seeing if I could flag him down and help him before he was run off the road and killed. The car chased him up this sort of industrial/factory/machine hill. A mechanical hill that served some company. He used is truck/suv to drive up this very steep hill dodging machinery while trying to evade his pursuers. I began ascending the hill as well to try and help him. I look up, I see that as he was coming out of some sort of tunnel he had been shot, a sniper from out of no where had killed him. I saw blood splattered on his windshield. Then the next thing I know his suv is being crushed by some of the machines and his body no more. I traveled down the hill and was confronted by 3 women. One blonde, the other two brunet. They were either were very high up on the chain of command for this drug lord or they combined ran the drug operation themselves, I can't quite remember. They offered me a position within the drug operation itself and wanted to talk with me about it over a milkshake, yes like the ones from steak and shake. I sat down with them, fearing for my well being as well as my family and friends who they had threatened.
I woke up.

Recovered from DV's crash...

I've gone out for dinner with a bunch of work friends. It's the kind of place that you get to go through and see how everything is made. First we see massive pies being made, one cherry, one apple. They are so large that inside there is actually an active volcano, complete with magma. Some of the girls I am with dig around in the sides of one of the pies when no one is looking and burn their hands. Then we're trying to pack the material, which oddly looks like chocolate cake, back in. We get to taste both pies.

Next we see a massive pizza being made and get to sample it. I have a small piece of that. After our tour is complete we are lead to the actual restaurant part of the place. We all want to sit at the same table, but one of the guys, "Mike" knows some other party in the restaurant and invites them over. They join us and take up all the seats. Two others as well as myself are left standing there like idiots. We are lead to another table.

When we sit down a younger guy runs up to tell us he's out celebrating the loss of his virginity. We all slap him on the back, congratulating him, laughing and asking him how it went. He tells us it was disgusting, then we end up talking about birth control options. He tells us the girl is allergic to the pill.

I try to order something because I'm really quite hungry, but I want pasta, which is not on the menu. The waiter is getting impatient, so I order a coke for now while I keep searching through the menu. Time seems to fly by and everyone else is finished eating. I finally settle for just another slice of apple pie, but now there is no time left and we have to leave.

We can't seen to get our bill. The waiters are all very busy, running around the place. We finally just go up to the front entrance. There's a problem with the bill, they are trying to charge me for food I did not get, seems the left over orders from the other table (who paid and left before us) were left to me to pay. One item is a Bloody Mary, which I certainly didn't drink. I try to explain that I had only a coke and some small scraps of pie and pizza in the factory tour.

The manager comes over and tells the person dealing with our bill that it's been contracted out to pay over a period of 6 months, and so we can leave.

Deleted

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There were a woman and man in some dark area at night. The area seemed to be inside, like in some dark, abandoned factory.

The woman and man were both strong and sexy in a comic book sort of way. They were both very pale. The woman had red hair and wore some kind of small outfit. The man may have had pale blonde hair and probably wasn't wearing a shirt.

The woman was the leader of a gang of killers. Most of the members of the group were women. And, mostly, the aim of the gang was to kill men. The man may have led a group of men.

The man had done something wrong, possibly to betray the woman in some slimy, underhanded way. The woman was very poweful. She had the man in her grip. She was strangling him and drowning him in some pool of water.

Eventually the man went limp. The woman may actually even have cut off the man's head by the force of her grip.

But I now saw that the man had just feigned death so the woman would let him go. He fedll deeper and deeper into the water, as if this were a big river in some city. He had his head. He had been falling with his back down. Now he twisted around so his stomach faced down. He swam away. I knew he was going to gather people to fight against the woman.

There were two women in a car in a dark, deserted, alley-like street in the city. Both women were part of the gang of killers.

One woman had gotten out of the car. She had been in the driver's seat. She walked around to the passenger side and got the other woman's attention somehow, letting her know she should get out of the car.

The first woman knew that the woman in the car was young and naive. The first woman was taking the second woman to the leader. Apparently the second woman had done something wrong and was now going to be punished, probably killed.,

This was my last dream of the night. Unfortunately, I don't remember the first dreams. There was also a beginning to this dream, that I don't recall any more:

I was with a partner. I want to say it was a woman. I remember her being very acrobatics and focused. We were in an industrial area infested with zombies. I vaguely recall shooting one in the head with a handgun, at some point.

We entered into a huge cylindrical factory. Five or six stories high. The center of the factory was mostly empty, with multiple stories of girder like cat walks forming circles around the middle. I remember several (blue-gray) male zombies followed us into this area. My partner had something like a hefty trophy. Except the trophy was made out of zombie meat. It was like a cup with two large winged handles. It was a sickly skin color with dark greenish veins that ran throughout it, including the handles. It looked like a normal trophy, wrapped tightly in flesh.

This object (I knew I think from the forgotten beginning) contained the genetic information and viruses that made the outbreak of zombies possible. It was our intention to make sure that no one ever found this object again. My partner suggested we stuff it down a grate that was at the center of the factory. This was like a manhole sized storm drain. We did. Then filled the drain with gravel. Somehow, we ruptured the water mains next. This clause the entire structure to collapse in on itself. We barely got out.

I remember seeing the entire area submerge with water as we made our way to an island. This island was in fact a mound of my own clothing (!) situated at the far corner of yet another, still larger warehouse. I remember thinking: I hope my computer backup files are safe from this flood. At this point I began to walk along the far wall of this enormous warehouse and it emerged into a Costco/Target like superstore. One of the female employees, wearing a white lab coat and glasses passed by me and without looking up said: " I hate customers."

I walked a little further and came to the hair product isle. I grabbed some shampoo and proceeded to take a shower. Because situated in the shampoo isle, strangely, was my home shower. I began to wash and lather my hair. I had a thick full head of it. I remember thinking: why didn't I shave my head before I took a shower? (My usual pattern is to shave my head before I take a shower.) Nevertheless, I kept shampooing away as I looked around at different products on the shelves nearby...

The next thought I had was: "How does Costso know which stuff belongs to me?" Then, a final more horrifying thought occurred: "Maybe Costco will be (or is) in the business of public housing...?"

In recent years, Costco has gotten into the business of health insurance... I haven't been to Costco in years. Or thought much about their health-care. I have been searching my brain for creative solutions to the US economy. This is not one that occurred. Seems my subconscious hinting at a new hope: corporations that act in the place of governments. I was woken by my cell phone at this point.

At the factory at night. Walking outside. The workers are having dinner. There is a small road side restaurant outside. It it a lively place. The cook is working with a big wok and I see flames coming out of it and he doesn't wear a top. I don't eat from there but decides to make my own. I walk to the market to buy ingredients.

My parents are angry at me for something but I don't remember what.
I am in front of the factory and one of the employees with a blue apron is offering me something to eat. I believe that I refused. I walk up the stair to the two tables where at one an employee who I kind of like is sitting. As there is a pool of water near the tables when I walk past there the water spills on to her t-shirt. She does not get angry but then I try to wash it off for her with a hose and make her t-shirt even wetter. She now stands up and yells at me. I am embarrassed and leave as there are other employees watching. For some reason this is an exciting thing to happen for the employees and they text those inside the building. When I enter the big hall where normally it's a factory, people are eating and giggling at me. As I walk past Rebecca-2 and another employee, they giggle and leave the table. The hall is very spacious and has white regtangular pillars. I see my parents eating at two tables and also Abi-1. I quickly hide under a bench/sofa which is the seating for one table because my parents are still angry. My Dad comes around and sees me there so I come out of hiding.
So I ask, "Why are you guys eating at two tables?" By the way they are eating Isarn food.
"There are too many vegetables."

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[COLOR="RoyalBlue"]I'm on work placement on a huge factory / construction site. I walk down some of the hallways, I see lots of big machines driving by. I see someone moving a handicapped woman in a wheelchair around the corner. I think her head was dangerously close to hitting the corner of the wall in the turn.
I go back and meet the giant machine again. It's hard to get past the machine as there isn't much space in the hallways.
I'm supposed to go and destroy some walls by a beach. I head out of the factory and climb down some ladders. I do parkour over / through some fences. I meet Bl from my old class on a bridge. We see someone else from the class cycling by. We say something funny. We see K, he doesn't answer us when we try to talk to him. We follow him. He doesn't want to talk to us. We find K's bird sitting on the road, I catch it by it's tail.

Now we're in the classroom. M and HC is counting us and assigning numbers to each of us, 1 2 3 4 and 5 so we are split up in 5 groups.
I suddenly realize that I forgot to bring appropriate clothing for the trip to a forest we were going to. [/COLOR]([I]An actual event for the day after this dream.[/I])

I was cleaning some seats. One was a toilet seat for a toilet that I had been using. I used a squirt of some detergent stuff from a spray bottle and wiped it up with a cloth. It hadn't been long since I washed the toilet seat last.
And then I proceeded to wash the car seats in my mum's car. I was driving it for some reason. But it was larger than usual. All the seats and dashboard and stuff were quite spaced out. I didn't end up cleaning it properly, and there were still some crumbs and stuff left on the passenger seat. Or on my seat, I don't quite remember whose.

So I was driving around and stuff. I think there was a large factory somewhere. I can't remember much else.

Edit: After I woke up I started falling back asleep, and managed to plunge into sleep paralysis. Unfortunately about one second after this, someone knocked on my door to talk to me >_>
Lol annoying xP

Original dreams date to Jan. 27th and Jan. 28th, 2008:

I had a dream that I bought some shelf space in a department store - the way things worked in the dream, you pretty much rented shelf space like property and oversaw the placing of products there. I decided that I needed to fill it, so I bought a baby bottle and formula factory, but for some reason I couldn't manage to get past the legal hurdles and difficulties involved in getting the factory up and running and placing the products on the shelves. I was very confused by the whole process, and it frustrated me, and I was worried about it causing some serious problems with my taxes.

Some real world information on the next dream: my friend, Mrs. Y____, passed away the day before. It was some very sad news, but she was a very old lady, and I was glad that she had at least simply passed in her sleep rather than suffering through a long illness. She was a very sweet old woman, so I will miss her. I didn't get a chance to call her before she died (I had moved to another city), which means this dream makes slightly more sense.

I dreamed that I went to visit Mrs. Y___, but she had moved somewhere else, which required me riding on a boat across a sea. The boat was sort of like a cross between a cruise ship and a Navy ship. I spent some time talking to the second in command, who was a very nice young man with brown hair and appeared to be in his late twenties, but the Captain was nowhere to be seen. Once I reached my destination, I had a little bit of trouble finding Mrs. Y___ because I wasn't quite sure where she lived. The place actually looked almost like a tourist town - sort of like International Drive in Orlando.

When I finally found her, she was living in a sort of out of the way place, it looked like an old white house surrounded by thick forest - more like swampy forest, though, mangroves and such - down a dirt road. As I walked down the dirt road through the forest to Mrs. Y___'s mansion, I was surprised to see several black futon bed frames fly by, although they had no obvious method of locomotion. It later turned out that one of my friends had rigged a tiny motor to them so that they could roll on their wheels to their destination, which made moving them around easier. I was worried that it would wear the wheels down too fast, since they weren't designed for such heavy or high-speed usage, but he assured me that futon wheels were cheap and it didn't do them any real harm.

The house looked slightly run-down, but in a welcoming way - if it had been more polished-up, it wouldn't have seemed very homey, and this way it seemed more comfortable and lived-in - and Mrs. Y___ actually seemed to prefer this.

We chatted for a bit, although I don't remember most of it. It was the usual "how are you" and then one of her favorite subjects, which was her home country, and her usual argument that I really ought to visit there because she thought that I would like it and want to stay and live there. I fell back on my usual argument (that I wouldn't fit in very well), which she dismissed like she usually did. I promised her that I would visit it at some point in the future, when my finances allowed, and this seemed to make her happy.

Back in the main city, there were quite a few theme parks, which Mrs. Y___ and I explored. One of them was autumn-themed and had a lot of very cool areas filled with colorful buildings and lights, there were mostly children there since it was aimed at children but neat enough for more than a few adults to check it out. We went up into one building which was a staircase that rose into the air, covered in orange balls of light, and the building was shaped like a giant pumpkin sitting in a tree. I don't remember, but it may have been a restaurant.

In any case, after visiting for a while, I had to leave. After returning back home, I found out that my mother had had to move, and had given my cat - whom I had left with her - up for adoption. It was implied that he had been adopted by another family. I don't own a cat in real life. The cat in question was a very friendly fat orange tabby tom-cat named Halloween, and I was heartbroken. My friend M___ and I went searching for Halloween - it was autumn in my dream now, and went driving down a dirt road on an ATV. We wound up at a place that looked a lot like the theme park that Mrs. Y___ and I visited while I was visiting her, only it was decrepit and abandoned. I never found my cat.

The dream then changed. I was upset, so I went to visit my aunt L___, who had moved into a very large and old Victorian-style house. I began planting plants all over the house, in pots, in the yard, even inside between the floorboards, and the plants began to grow. My aunt was very pleased, although a little bit worried that the roots might do damage to the floorboards, so I pulled some of the larger ones. The plants began flowering, and the flowers were all very exotic looking, so that there were sprays of tiny blue flowers coming up from the floorboards and all sorts of gigantic tropical orange and purple and green flowers covering the building. When I stamped on the floorboards, they had turned hollow and become filled with plant roots rather than wood.

I woke up for a while, and then as I was falling asleep again, I began to dream about voices (only voices). I was still half-awake so it might have freaked me out if I weren't used to this happening. There were two male voices, one older and one younger, they sounded prophetic (which, again, is fairly normal in some of my stranger dreams). They were talking about history or something, although I forgot what they were saying, except for a line or two here or there, something about beasts. I then fell asleep.