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First dream

Made some MILD preparations before falling asleep.

I was in school. The place was a deformed mix of my current and previous schools. It was really crowded, and there were many persons I haven't seen for a long while. I was going to a classroom when one of the teachers stopped me. I haven't really listened to him, but he seemed angry for some reason. Then I sat on a bench near the classroom. My friend appeared shortly after, and asked me if I'm leaving school quicker this day. I immediately went to ask my older sister about it, but she didn't had time for me. I went to a cloakroom, and opened my locker.

I realised that this is a dream. I phased my hand through the locker as a RC, then I left the school. Going through doors out of school, I was teleported to a crypt. The way back was blocked by a wall, there was a small candle giving faint light. I could see stairs going upward. On the second floor I saw three different doors - to the left they were dark brown, and had small windows. I couldn't see anything through the glass. Doors in front of me were somehow nondescript, and to the right there were heavy, metal doors. It was really dark, so I said "Brighten up." and everything slowly went brighter. Suddenly it turned dark again, and I could feel someones presence. I saw red eyes appear everywhere. Something hit me in my leg and I started to punch and kick aimlessly, hitting something a few times. Then I woke up.

Second dream

My father got a call that someone wants to buy some resources. We took a car and drove to the city, to a spot whre we were supposed to meet with client, but there was nothing but fields.

I appear to be in a forest walking on the dirt road. There was another person with me and I believe we were trying to find a way out. I had some sort of vechile that allowed me to travel by leaping large distances. I soon found myself in a desert. The other person with me began yelling for me to come back down. As I did I told them we had to climb a mountain in order to find the exit. Stating that I wouldn't lie but they seem more concern with a candy bar at the moment. The scene change with me,my father and brother all walking in to a store. I caught on to the change and analyse the cinnamon filling bags. That's when I could feel the dream fading while the lights were going off and on. I knew I am dreaming now and prepared for DEILD. Later on to say it was unsuccessful.

The Dream:

I find myself running down a long sidewalk in a trailing white wedding dress and veil. All around me, there is construction going on. I am late for my mother's wedding. People in the streets give me strange looks.

When I arrive at the church, there's a change room that I'm ushered into and I decide to check my appearance before entering the main hall. I look at my reflection in a tall mirror. To my surprise, my long wedding dress has turned into a skimpy white nightdress that's see-through. Instead of wondering how the laws of nature could have suspended, I spent a few good moments admiring myself in the mirror and thinking of how good I look in lingerie. A nearby DC takes note of my vanity and says I'll have to change into something more appropriate before going inside the main hall.

I do the rational thing and run all the way back home to find more suitable clothing. ("Home" in all these dreams always ends up being the college residence I stayed in during my first year, even though I consider "home" IRL to be my parent's house where I grew up). Once I get to the residence, I have to climb up a whole set of stairs to get to my room on the third-floor. I end up having to pass entire groups of people, including a gym full of sweaty men, but somehow I don't seem to mind that I'm in my underwear. A part of me even likes that they're watching.

When I reach my room, I look out the window and it's snowing.

"There's no way I can make it back to the wedding now," I think. "I'll just have to call and say I was sick or something."

When I get my phone, I notice that's there's 21 unread text messages from my mother. As I read through them, it's only then that I realize that my mother is getting married to a woman. She talks about how all these years she's felt like she's been hiding who she really was, but now she can accept her bisexuality.

Later, I'm at my parent's house (in the dream, it doesn't look anything like their house though) and my mother is there in a white sweater and I remember feeling quite proud of her. I go to hug her in a warm embrace and then pester her for details ("Where did you meet this woman?" "How did you know?" "What does dad think of all this?"). She tells me she's married a Spanish woman and they're having fun exploring their identities. My father comes from behind the staircase and teases her about it, saying that this woman has become a bad influence for my otherwise overtly religious mother. He seems totally okay with all this.

Notes

Well, the first sign this was all a dream should have been the fact that my homophobic religious mother would ever get married to a woman. But okay, whatever, brain.

Yet another dream about wardrobe malfunctions, except this time I was confident and kind of enjoying it when the vast majority of dreams have been about being embarrassed and trying to find a place to hide as quickly as possible.

Also....why was I wearing a wedding dress to my own mother's wedding? Dream logic

I find myself in a remote building with many stairways that cross all over the building. I keep walking and then a game app showed up on my vision saying try out the new game. The dream scene change slightly to adjust to the game which was basically red robots trying to run at me and I had to shoot them before they got to me. I played for awhile and soon find a red car and tried driving it. Every time I drive in this red car it would only go back and forth. It could not turn to the side.

I get up from the car and continue where I left off by going down the endless stairs. Not long I get another message on my screen of a guy typing he would help me out. He also stated that his brother is annoying with a word like "KMLB" I suppose that could be that he wants to kill his little brother. I didn't know but I decided to try and find him. I soon found apart of the stairs to be blown up making me unable to continue walking. I could see the person on the other side who may have sent me the message.

They had a toy gun in their hand and dress like they were dessert agent. I took a jump and had an false awakening. I get up and felt like I have left my body. I start hovering around and could see a roach on the ceiling. I ignore and just enjoyed the weightless feeling in till I see a hand on the bed corner. I got to it and I find it looks very similar to my hand. I take off the stuff that was around it and pick it up with my hand. I realize a few things at this moment.

My hand was transparent, the hand I am lifting up is acting lifeless nor is warm. I wonder if it was my hand and I began feeling a tugging as if I was being drag to it. I begin thinking this could be a dream as I tried backing away but my head felt like it was beginning to swallow itself. Before I knew it I woke up.



I find myself walking in line with a lot of other people going to a beach? But we all had to get registered through a section in the building. It took awhile but I was getting closer till the railing disappear at the end. This made it difficult to keep my balance as we were all about 17 feet above ground. I struggle and fell which for some reason the ground seem like it sky rocket so I wouldn't get hurt. Since I fell I could not join them and was place in to a classroom. I stayed in the classroom where the lights were off and a teacher assign us to do a math problem of 360 divide by 9. We all began working on it and this kid next to me was trying to cheat off me.


The teacher is standing right next to us but he wont do anything about it. The kid tells me to erase most of my answer cause they were wrong. I told him I wont do anything while scolding him to get his own answers. Eventually the argument we were having grew out of hand and we began fighting each other. At the end of it, I remember getting hit by a black metal bat that resulted in me having a false awakening.

I get out of bed to see my father , I also saw one of the snacks I use to eat on the side of the bed. It showed signs that rats have eaten it partially. I then left the room and went in to the living room to my surprise. The color of the walls were all red and they were portraits of Merry Christmas around the house. It look odd seeing the entire place red. I figure I must be dreaming and did some rc's which failed. I wasn't convince I awake as I saw too many chairs and tables flip over in wrong areas like the kitchen, with the addition that vision kept spiraling around like a circle.

I could see a shadow opening the back door and I attempted to hide. It is my brother who enters the kitchen and tells me he already knows I'm there. At the same time my mother had been walking down the stairs. Around this time I wake up. Lucidity Time: 22 seconds

After falling asleep I find myself waking up on a hospital bed from two guys arguing about what they should do. I could see a doctor talking to my parents. Stating that I will be alright but my arm is broken and that my leg is seriously injured. That for sometime I will need a crane to walk. Once I hear this, I felt very confuse. The doctor looks at me and leaves the room to where my family ask am I feeling alright? I attempt to lift my body up on the bed but struggle. I tried to lift my arm but it wouldn't move properly anymore.

I turn my face to their direction to only see them tear up. I ask them what is happening? They tell me I should rest but that only made me wanted to know more. I ask again, my mother states that I was in a car accident and that I went unconscious. I remember falling asleep but could not recall where exactly. I manage to get my upper body up, and ask her what date is it? she said it's been weeks from October. My eyes lit up, and for some reason the only thought I could think of is that I am from the past.

I try to explain more to her that I exist 2- 3 weeks prior from now and that I have been experiencing near death situations. I've been having the feeling that I will soon be horribly injured and that she had help me become aware of when this will happen. I ask her exactly where it happen, she said on September 11th I will get in a car and will get in to an accident during the drive. I thank her and then felt enough energy to get up. As I did this I see a calender and decided to check it out.

The calender labels the date as year 30000. I begin to feel confuse again and look at my mother saying it's the year 30000? She calmly says yes and that I've been out of it for a long time. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, this doesn't make any sense I tell her, how can any of this still be here? I rush to the window expecting to see anything futuristic and very hard for my modern day self to understand. But everything look normal bland and just lame. My mother must have gone mad and that the calender was not real.

I leave the room and starting examining the way I am feeling to see if it felt dream like. But it all felt real and I didn't feel like I had the option of waking up, despite noticing the hospital had now change in to the house I am use to. The kitchen looks normal, that's when I see my brother walking toward me. Knowing my brother is intelligent he was sure to bring some clarification to this situation. He says hi to me and I tell him could he follow me to where our mother was. I believe she needs help, he agrees and we enter the room.

I see my father sleeping on the bed, I begin to explain the situation to my brother but out of no where he begins to act strange. He jumps on the bed next to our father and snuggles all over the blankets with a huge smile. I fortunately now realize that I am dreaming, I wake up. Lucidity Time: 6 seconds.

Stood in a large hall, there were lots of brand new red four wheel drive vehicles around. It was announced that because of the expense of posting the company was going to give us a vwhicle each and we could deliver the post ourselves. I sat in mine, it was an old land rover, and was excited startng it up becasue it was an old vintage vehicle and felt really old.
I drove it home and parked it in front of our my childhood home.
I went inside it was lunchtime, then noticed the land rover had gone missing. I was looking for my father. Now the inside of our house had become2 large canteens there were lts of people getting lunch. I couldn't find my father. Everything had suddenly become miltary. I had missed lunch and the canteen staff were packing away.
I found my father outside he had taken the vehicle on army manoevres and wasn't sure if I was actually allowed to drive it. He explained everything to me.
I went for a walk and on coming back I wondered where everyone was as there was no-one around. I was told they were in another building nearby. I went in and there was a murder mystery happening and a dead body on the floor.
I went outside again, it was even more military now and I was in the army. I talked to some army personnel. More vehicles were coming back from manoevres. It was evening and I was walking back to barracks and thought that I had always wanted to be in the army and was quite excited.

Date: October 7, 2015
Method: MILD, WBTB
Sleeptime: 10:00ish
WBTB: 5:00am stayed up around 10 minutes
Results:Lucid (x2) DEILD and a DILD

DILD
Realized I was dreaming and became lucid. I tried to concentrate on an experiment I have been working on, but instead a vision of bodies floating in the sea appeared. That vision scared me so I made myself wake up.

DEILD
Decided to try again since I was still 'tingling' and a vision of women at a beauty parlor appeared and they just looked at me (like I really needed my hair done...which I do ).

I concentrated on my experiment mission and instead a little boy appeared. He was adorable. He looked like he was about 5 or 6 years old in a baseball jacket and a baseball cap. He had no face at all (like if i was drawing him in a picture, I intentionally left out the eyes, nose, mouth, etc). I asked him what was wrong and he said, "My mommy will die before my daddy." I said, "What is your name?" He said, "Donnie." I said, "Donnie, do you want a hug?" He shook his head yes and ran into my arms. He held on to me for dear life. Let me tell you DV family, that hug felt as real as me typing these words on my computer. I immediately felt his sorrow and as I was hugging him the scene changed to this:

His mother told him to hide under the bed and don't make a sound no matter what he hears. The father came in and was beating the mother and said he was going to kill her. The mother's face never looked toward that bedroom and at least to me, she didn't seem like she wanted to make a sound. As if she knew if she yelled, the little body would come out from under that bed.

Yeah....I still have the goosebumps.

It was dark, cold evening. I was inside my home, working on my laptop. Suddenly I found myself outside, sitting on a bench in front of my house. Then two drunkards appeared, and told me that they want some self brewed vodka from my father. I told them to get lost, but they insisted on, tried to drag me inside the house. I resisted, and they went away.

I find myself driving with a stranger , we're in what looks to be a red car that just stop at a red light. That's when I had the memory of being in a movie scene. We kept driving in till I find myself on a school bus with my father, we discuss several things. Apparently I was an actor, my grandfather was refusing to accept my father money. He began telling me we need to find a way to convince him to get help. My father then catches a man staring at us on the opposite end of our seat. My father quickly ask what was the man job? He responded saying that it was mowing obama's lawn and that he was skilled at it. My father wanted to know why, the man said why as well.

This irritated my father and told him not to speak. That's when my father abruptly got up from his seat and walk toward the back of the bus. The man that had made my father left smiled at me. That's when the bus stop and all of us got up from our seats to exit the bus. When I arrived outside I notice the weather was clouded no doubt preparing to rain. The school was surrounded by skinny trees with no leaves on them and somehow I knew I had become a little kid once again.

My recall remembers parents had force me to attend school again. I ran pass a couple of buses and kids so I could reach the entrance first. Once there I enter inside a notice a lot of other small kids. I decided to keep jogging for a couple of minutes and began thinking to myself that school would be no problem. I had an idea what majority of what the questions would be like. Eventually as time went by I became aware that I was reaching the end of the hallway.

I began saying I have to start thinking more properly. I walk to a near by blue locker to lean against it so I could take my bag. Something I notice was that my pants had now disappeared and that a boy had turn around kept staring at me with a look I find familiar. I ask the boy what? He then grabs my bag but is unsuccessful in snatching it from me. My face then grows a smirk, I realize that I still had all my adult strength despite being a little kid again.

I grab his hand that is place on the bag and put pressure to show him the difference. I said did he like that as I could hear him panicking. That is when an accomplice of his came and grab on to the bag. I look at him and became lucid. Now I had better control dealing with the both of them. I push the first boy off to where landed on the ground. The other boy was a bit bigger so I kick him as he lets go of my shirt. I grab my bag and ask why do I always have to fight.

I look back to make sure they were down. That's when I had an FA. Lucidity Time: 11 seconds

I was walking down the living room to enter the garage. I open the garage door and turn on the lights to see my father head appearing out of it. I'm shock to see him as his body completely emerges to the living room. I quickly catch on that I am dreaming. I begin opening the front door, but I could hear my father and brother having a conversation in the kitchen. So I decided to listen in, in till going out the back door.

The sky was sunny with some clouds, I can see two kids playing with something that looks like a tree branch. I then started walking on the field, the area actually look recognizable to me. But as I continue to walk further in the fields it's routes began to change. I soon reach the end, I could see a wooden house with a car park outside. A road was the only way I could continue moving forward. Then I soon could hear my father and brother voice from a distance.

I ran to them to say I'm dreaming. My brother laughs and tells me that we should go back. They continue to walk toward the house, deciding now that I should make an attempt to prove my claim. I got my brother attention when I told him to look at my fingers, I only have 4 and they were oddly shape. My brother turns around and observe my fingers. That's when I turn my head to see 3 people walking near the fields. One resemble a character from TTT2.

As walk over to them, I notice one of them had fallen down. Before I could help them up, the sky begins to rain over everything. That is when the scene change in to be inside father room. There were other people also here with a look on their face that stated they were angry. I notice I was begin to feel a lot of symptoms. My face had saliva pouring my head and mouth and I could not stop twitching. Someone ask me to stop doing that but it was difficult for me to speak.

I went toward the bathroom mirror to see what was happening to my face. I saw that half of my face was covered in a white foam and my eyes kept trying to turn to the back of my head on their own, Despite my eyes movement this didn't change the direction of my vision for the dream. I came out and told everyone sorry and lost lucidity. I then have an FA. Lucidity Time: 7 minutes

The setting of the dream was the farm where I lived as a teenager, but nothing about the plot resembled waking life, and my own character was an adolescent boy. I was the son of our tribe's chieftain, and another adult male in the tribe approached me with an offer. He wanted to buy my father's flower that was growing near the chicken house, offering me a groat in exchange. I refused, of course: the flower was not mine to sell.

On my way to the barn I passed the flower and glanced at it. It was beautiful and otherworldly, with large hanging bell-shaped blossoms of red and purple. I thought I had made the right decision by turning the man away. I went into the barn, the bottom floor of which was completely empty of everything but a pile of horse manure that had been gathered into the center of the space. This was a bit odd, but my thoughts were elsewhere.

I was remembering what the same man had done for the nuns: by giving them an iPad, he had eliminated their tendency to engage in other, more heretical, forms of augury. Had he been testing me? Obviously it would have been wrong to sell the flower for my own gain, but perhaps it was also wrong to refuse outright. I should tell my father about the offer and see if he might want to sell the flower after all. Perhaps he needs a groat.

I go talk to my father. He is not a human but a ring of flexible tissue suspended within a rigid round frame that forms an outer ring. My character, the young boy, is not surprised by this, but OOCly I find it odd. It is hypnotic to watch the creature talk: the inner ring changes shape, forming geometric and other patterns, while vibrating. Together the shape-changing and vibration sound quite similar to a human voice, though higher-pitched and with more vibrato.

I mention that I want to talk about so-and-so, the member of the tribe who offered me the deal (at the time I knew his name, but lost it on waking), and at once my father starts describing a recent encounter with the guy:

"We chat a while, then he tells me what a fine young man you are. I'm thinking, wowwww!" He emphasizes the word "wow," drawing it out with varying intonations a bit like a hippy or stoner might... and then the sound blends into the chime of my alarm going off and waking me. I was annoyed to be interrupted mid-dream!

I was in my home. I took my laptop from the shelf, and went to the living room. I turned it one, and suddenly I felt hungry. I went to the kitchen, made myself a meal and went back to eat. After I have finished eating, I saw something wrong aboutt the wire of the charger.

It looked as if something bitten it, and made it useless. I took the charger with the laptop as well, and showed the wire to my father. He told me to bring isolation tape. I entered the room, and father yelled to me that I should bring him a tool for guitar tunings instead.

I looked in the boxes placed under the shelves, but couldn't find it. I went to my father, and saw that instead of my laptop and the charger, he was holding a guitar. I looked at the wire, and saw that it was fixed. I took my laptop to the living room, connected with the network and surfed the net.

It was in a big city. My father was an owner of a big corporation, where I was office worker. It was during time of some kind of holliday. My father was preparing for a big party, and I told him that I want to stay at work. I felt that there was a conflict between both of us. We wanted to enter a car. It was a miniature version of jeep. There were already four persons inside, and we had to somehow fit inside. In the end there were nine persons. My aunt was hurt, and she had nails stuck inside her toes. We were driving towards home through the forest.

Increasingly frustrated, I was trying to rearrange the objects on the top shelf of the refrigerator. This was made challenging by the downward slope of the shelf and the fact that there was no raised lip at the front to catch things. It was also quite full, so the weight of the objects in the back was pushing down against the things in the front and knocking them off. My dad walked up as I was once again moving things around trying to find a more stable arrangement, so I complained to him:

"The fridge is full of bread—bagged bread! And milk." I screwed up my face, pronouncing "milk" with as much disgust as I could put into my voice. I've never liked milk, but thought I should provide a better reason for my objection. "The milk's going to go bad in a few days and then we'll have to throw it out."

"Room for more bread!" My father kept a straight face, but I was pretty sure he was teasing me.

"Look," I said impatiently, "If this is some kind of survivalist thing, we'd do better to stock complex carbohydrates than all this processed crap."

I was stressed about work. How am I going to complete all the obligations piling up this month, which is already getting shorter? I figured it would be best to prioritize. I should be able to finish the map in an afternoon if I get the right materials together. I thought about what I would need to finish it, and came up with vellum and archival paper. Fortunately I knew I already had these somewhere and was pretty sure where I had last put them, in a box in the storage area. I could see it in my mind's eye. I had woken up early and wanted to go retrieve them, but the rest of my family was still asleep.

My mother, brother, and father were all staying with me in the house and I didn't want to disturb them by walking through the building and rummaging around in boxes. I decided to go outside for a walk instead. I walked down the stairs, which were littered with all the discarded santa masks. This struck me as odd at first, but I reasoned we must have had a holiday party yesterday.

Outside it felt like early morning, and there was a narrow stream of clear water nearby. Next to the stream was a small building of naturally weathered wood, a sort of shed. Just after I entered it, it occurred to me that even though I know I'm awake, I should practice some RCs to instill good habits. No one else was around and there was no reason not to do a blatant one, so I jumped. Yes, just as I thought, it's obvious I'm awake, because that felt perfectly normal. But just for good measure I should do it a few more times in order to internalize the feeling of what a proper jump feels like in waking life.

So I jumped in the air several times in succession, concentrating on that critical moment at the apex, when the upward motion reverses and gravity takes over. I knew that I would be able to tell if I were dreaming because the timing would be off, that moment would feel drawn out slightly, extended. Hmmm.... it isn't, is it? Was that a touch of hesitation at the top? No, I'm pretty sure this is natural. I've just never concentrated on it sufficiently before, my attention is making it seem more pronounced.

And yet... it does seem a trifle too long. Could it be...? What if...? I had just begun to seriously consider the possibility that I might be dreaming after all, when I woke up in bed. Only very slowly did I come back to myself and realize that all the things I had taken as evidence that I was awake were wrong or askew, signs of false memory. The building and surroundings that seemed so familiar at the time were pure dream space, unlike any place I know in waking life. It made sense at the time that my whole family was there, but the only accurate part is that I'm currently sharing a hotel room with my mother. The anxiety about work is real enough, but it was only well after I had written down my initial notes that I realized that in the dream I had felt responsible for an additional project that didn't exist in WL, in addition to the real ones. Finally, as I initially lay in bed reviewing the dream, I didn't even notice how I slipped back briefly from genuine waking into an FA, and briefly found myself another place entirely, which only transitioned again to lying back in bed once I reached the point where I felt I had enough grasp of the memory to get up and write.