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December 30, 2015

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I've Gotten Soft

I was a wolf, and was worried that I'd gotten soft, because I was hanging out with a bear and a beaver. But then some bad human was scheming something; he wanted to catch the animals where I lived by laying traps for them.

I switched to being the beaver or some other small mammal, and warned the wolf that what the bad human brought to our home was going to seem like it was a good thing, but was actually going to destroy our world... But the wolf smelled some pot pies on an island across the river from where we stood. I think we had been on a railroad track, right next to the opening of a tunnel. When we got to the small island with the pot pies on it though, we started pulling weeds because we wanted the place to be beautiful. This somehow foiled the bad human's plans, and he was moaning and grieving back on the train tracks.




I woke up from this random and short dream, but wasn't ready to get up yet, so I tried to fall back asleep. I usually have my best dreams at these moments... I wasn't disappointed. I had this dream next:

Beach Fun

I was on a beach with my family. My brothers and I were playing a sort of shooting game, where we had to see how close to shooting each other we could get without actually hitting each other. The guns suddenly turned into those nerf dart guns after a squabble where I apparently shot too fast consecutively. My little brother shot me and the dart stuck right to my chest. Then I shot my big brother three times; in the arm, the neck, and the hip.

After our battle, we all wanted to go for a walk along the shore. But we had a lot of stuff out with us, so we had to go take it to the car so it would be safe. The car was all the way at the back of the parking lot though, so we had to walk a ways. Dad said he would bring the car around after the first load of stuff, so that we wouldn't have to walk so far next time. I spotted an open parking spot much closer to the beach, and suggested we just move the car there.

On the way to the car, I looked into the woods to my left and noticed huge giraffe replicas. I'm talking like seven-story building tall giraffes. There were maybe 6 or 8 of them, all posed as if walking to the beach to our right. They looked just like real giraffes, just much bigger. To my right, there were some large pelican statues. One of them had its wings out as if beating them to scare enemies away. For some reason my big brother then hatched out of a giant egg near the pelican statues. I was a bit confused, but he seemed to think it was totally normal. We crossed a small pedestrian bridge that was more like a large log over the water, and the ground shook momentarily. I looked up and saw the neck of one of the large giraffes moving. I was scared that they were coming to life and were going to smoosh us, but they didn't. It looked at me, then moved back to its original position and everything stopped moving again...

At this point, my consciousness was slightly shifted; I was The Doctor, but I was still me. If that makes sense. I looked in the woods to the left again, and saw about five Tardises. I blinked, and they were gone. I was very excited, because another Tardis meant there might be another Time Lord than me! My family all went back to the beach area, and I snuck back out to the woods to find the other Time Lords. It was dark now, and when I saw the 5 of them again, I was so exstatic. I wasn't alone! But as I drew nearer, they started morphing from blue Police Call boxes into red Phone Boothes, and I paniced. They all started randomly phasing in and out of Tardis, and never seemed to stay as a Tardis by the time I reached them.

I finally managed to catch one of them as it was blue, but then Emma Stone walked out of it and the sound of flushing came to my mind. They were all just porta-potties, and I'd just been too excited. Emma was drunk as all get out, though. She was stumbling and looked like she was going to vomit again. I helped her get to her cabin, only about fifty feet from the potty. Her mom was inside, and they both thanked me so much and almost worshipped me for some reason. They invited me to a festival that was happening the next day, but I was already going with my family, so I declined.

Flash forward to my family and I leaving the spot on the beach again. My mom and I are in Yukatas, and we are headed for the festival. The parking lot was lined with all sorts of stalls, and my mom wanted to take pictures of me all over the place. But I couldn't see any of the giant giraffes anymore. This made me suspect I was dreaming, so I looked down to my hands, and noticed I had an extra pinky finger on my right hand. I was dreaming!

I wanted to set off a firework, which was perfect, because I was at a festival. There were usually fireworks at these things, right? I looked behind a few stalls, because that's where I thought they would have fireworks stored for later. After a few stalls, I found a stash. I grabbed some of the biggest ones, and stuffed them into the folds on my Yukata. Normally, they shouldn't have had any business fitting, but it was a dream. Yukatas are apparently like a Tardis; bigger on the inside.

I decided to wander for a bit, and noticed something fishy about the trees all around me. I shuffled behind a bush, and inspected the bases of the trees. They turned out to be made of metal. The trunks were cut into strips at the bases, and then bent outwards slightly to create a slight fanning out. It was kind of beautiful, in a way. I appreciated the artistry and patience of whoever could have created a whole forest of metal trees that looked so real.

I wanted to set off the fireworks now, but it was still light. I closed my eyes and willed it to get dark, envisioning the sun setting. When I opened my eyes, it was still light, but when I looked through the metal branches and leaves of the trees above me, I could see the sun moving fast through the sky. In about 20 seconds it was sunset. The sun slowed a bit, and the sunset lasted a few minutes, it was beautiful, but the trees blocked a lot of the colors. Soon, it was dark enough for fireworks.

I hopped on over to the beach, flying through a small path in the woods that lead to the water. I stuck the fireworks in the sand near the water (but not close enough for them to get wet), and realized I had no matches. I could have tried sticking my hand in my pocket... But I wanted to try it Roy Mustang style. I went back to the tree-line, and snapped my finger a couple times, expecting there to be fire when I did. It took a few tries. When I was confident I could summon the flames this way, I aimed and snapped a bolt of fire at the fuses for the rockets. It worked, and this made me want to try other things with fire...

(Backstory required here... When I was a kid, two of my friends and I would spend our time creating elaborate fantasy worlds in which we each controlled an element and ruled over a kingdom. I ruled over fire, and even made a whole story back this world. Anyways, I wanted to try some of the things "I" could do in this fantasy world of mine)

I wanted to try making a disc of fire that I could stand on. I'd spent so long thinking about how these things worked while writing the story, so I just did what I had imagined many times already, and it worked pretty well. It was familiar and nostalgic. I held out my hands and there it was. I moved it up, down, side to side a bit before stepping onto it.

But I remembered the fuses on the fireworks just as they went off. I also wanted to follow the firework so I could watch from the inside, so I shot off after it. I'm not sure if I was flying with the flame disc or if I'd just left it hovering there. I caught up to the firework, and then it went off, and it was so cool. It wasn't so much firework-looking as just flashes of color blinding everything else out of my vision. It lasted a lot longer than a normal firework. There was a sort of pinkish orangish background haze around me, and lots of lines of colors shooting out from where my feet were. Some shimmers and sparkles, too.

When it was over, I just hovered in the air for a bit. I was a little dazed, and felt the dream destabilizing, so I tried rubbing my hands together. I've never tried that to keep a dream, so I wasn't sure how well it would work. I just then remembered a dare I'd seen for anyone. I wanted to get into those dares. The only one I could think of, which randomly popped into my head then, was to fall from a height without slowing down, or something like that. Something about hitting the ground at full speed.

The dream was a little fuzzy, but the rubbing was helping a little bit, so I darted over a bit so I would be above the sand, and not the water like I was right then, and hovered for a bit. This took a lot of mental preparation for me; falling is maybe my biggest fear, and it's that way because of a dream I had when I was little... So even though it was a dream, I still felt scared and in danger. I had my hands balled into fists, so I decided that the signal to fall would be un-clenching my hands and spreading my fingers... but the dream destabilized again and I woke up.

12.12.2014

Stars in the sky blow up like fireworks (chain of false awakening and lucids) (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had a False Awakening and I was about to write down my dream, when I felt very fuzzy and like everything was wavy. I was moving but I was falling alseep and having a chain of spit-second FAs. Until I had a more abrupt false awakening and I was altered and nervious so I did a reality check because I literally had no idea in what realm I was!

I could not see, so I got off bed and jumped a couple times, gravity was not acting normal so I turned lucid. I also checked my hands (now vision was clear) and I had six fingers. I was going to exit the house until I faded out and I was back in bed.

I knew I was still dreaming, checked my hands again and remained lucid. I existed the house and took of to fly. The sky was full of stars, but it had stars of many colors, like neon colors. I took a fly to make the dream stable and it went crystal clear. I then saw that the stars started to explote like if they were fireworks, but the colors were much more vivid than real fireworks and there was a like a chain reaction.








I decided to do an easy dare, as I did not find my dream stability to be at its finest, so I decided to:

Originally Posted by anyone dare

Put some flowers on the graves of a cemetery at night. (Box77)

I started to fly looking for a graveyard, but once again, I faded out.

I was back in bed, still knowing I was dreaming, I was starting to get annoyed with the false awakenings. I had a successive chain of 2-3 more false awakenings. Always knowing I was dreaming, they happened fast.

During one of them, I managed to exit the house again, but I was in a void of nothingness for a few seconds until I faded out.

One more False Awakening with reality check. I exited the house and started to fly. I saw a huge neon sign in the sky, made out of stars but also with many colors like neon. As I approached at them, they exploted again and made tons of colors. There were some x-mas trees and decorations. I got stuck with a x-mas ribbon (talk about dream coontrol on this one... meh... the whole dream was a mess anyone, probably REM was ending.) After a while, I managed to fly away from it. I felt I was waking up, tried to rub my hands and had another false awakening, where I was still rubbing my hands and I figured I woke up like that, but I did a reality check and I was still asleep. I did not bother anymore in getting out of bed, as the dream quality was awful and extremely unstable. A few seconds later, I woke up for real.

13 May 2014
Method: WBTB with MILD

Time: 07:00-08:55

I awakened to the darkness of my bedroom.A flash of lucidity struck me, and as it did I immediately felt an invisible force which pinned me down in my bed at the shoulders and began to pull me toward my door.
I sensed something or someone. In the room with me.A presence of another being,one I could not see clearly,a mere silhouette in the darkness.
Was it the one in control of the force or was it merely observing my predicament?
And why was i paralyzed,unable to fight this strange energetic field that held me stationary.

There is a sudden scene change and I finds myself standing outside in my back garden,still lucid, gazing upon the stars that where shining unuasually bright.
I notice that I cannot recognize any constellations.
The next door neighbor lets off a firework that implodes making a loud and echoing bang although instead of the usual chaotic visual effect an organised pentagonic pattern radiated outward from the central point,made of white dots joind with beams of light.

I find that if i begin to focus and concentrate my attention lay on the red strawberry,which lay on the table infront of me, I'm able to gain occular clarity.

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False awakening. I hear a loud whistling sound and something explode. I don't even bother to roll over in bed or open my eyes. Some idiot just lighting off a firework in august.
Just as I am drifting back off to sleep, I hear another whistling sound. Then the explosion. It sounds closer this time. My eyes open just in time to catch the flash of light shining in my window. I hear what sounds like a bunch of men laughing. One more I just try to shrug it off and go back to "sleep".
Three times the charm. I hear a third rocket and turn over in bed. I see it go shooting up from somewhere to the south. The rocket burns out and it slows down, then starts to fall. Then the rocket turns back on and kicks it a little more before it explodes into a rather small firework burst.
I look down the street of my sub, and see that it has been my dad along with say, five other men. My vision 'zooms in' and I can see all of them. They are all holding alcoholic beverages with plenty more in a cooler nearby, and they are lighting off the fireworks.

False awakening. It is now morning. My dad is nowhere to be found but my mom tells me she is going to lock up all of our fireworks. She wants me to ride my bike to the hardware store and pick up a lock and some lengths of chain, and she is going to put all of the fireworks into a big metal box.
I ride to the hardware store, and when I get there I realize it looks like any hardware store in my town in WL. I decide to RC. So I pinch my nose. Nothing happens. And, like I always do, I double check. I do the nose pinch a second time. I can't breathe. I ask myself if this situation seems logical, and (well I guess it's not that absurd of a dream plot.) so the entire thing passes my reality checks.
I go into the hardware store, that feels more like a convenience store and start looking for locks and chain. The funny part comes with what this store was selling. The entire front of the store sold fairly normal things. Chips, cookies, pop, junk food. The back of the store was guns. Yeah. All guns. All different makes, models, sizes. A huge wall with containers for different types of ammunition. I look around, and think maybe I could buy a gun. Just one of the really cheap ones. I see a gun on the shelf, it looks like a toy gun, but on the package it reads that it is real. I take it to the register to buy it, and ask the cashier if they have a lock and chain. I then lose the dream.

I am in some world. It looks like a very strange LittleBigPlanet level. I have control over these two characters that are attempting to make their way to the highest point in the world. I start ascending platforms and jumping over obstacles.

July 06, 2014

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Swim Team Fireworks

I was a little girl on a swim team, and I was really good friends with the coach's son. But his mother hated me, and manipulated her husband into not letting me do anything with the team. I got estranged from them. She hated me because her son was probably in love with me. I started to live on my own in a rectangular house. It was one big room instead of multiple smaller ones; Except that there was a small bathroom in the back, right in the middle. So I was living on my own in this big house (I don't know what had happened to my parents, but they weren't there any longer. I had been living with the best friend, but his mother had driven me out)

While I was living on my own, I somehow got a huge wound in my side. I was bed-ridden for two weeks. I barely ate, and no one was there to take care of me. I was also bleeding a lot for those two weeks, so by the time someone found me, I was very weak. I forgot who it was that found me, but I get the feeling it was either another of the little boys on my swim team (we always argued and he made fun of me all the time) or a neighbor because they hadn't seen me leave the house at all in two weeks and wanted to check on me.

I was in the hospital for a while, but I don't remember how long. After the hospital, child protective services put me up in the fanciest hotel in town, in the penthouse. When I was able to see the swim team again, just before 4th of July, I asked one of them if they had been worried about me while I was away, but they didn't seem to know what I was talking about... The mother of my best friend had cleaned my whole house and made it look like nothing had happened at all.

On the day of the 4th, I knew that my friends in the swim team would be going to a certain spot to see the fireworks, like we had all done for years. I spent the night at my house instead of the hotel penthouse, and then walked to the spot where the team would meet up. I had to walk down my street (turning right out of the house) for a while, and then down a hill that spanned maybe 50-feet of elevation. There were steps along the road for people to walk on, and shrubs and trees and grass lining everything. The street leveled off, and then almost immediately I turned right on the main street, which was a boulevard and looked very Florida-like to me. The team was sitting a little ways away, and I went up to them to sit with them, but the mother glared at me as I approached, and so I instead turned right and climbed the hill a little ways, sitting behind and to the left of the team. I watched them having fun and wished I could join them... As the fireworks started, I moved closer and closer to the group until I was just on the edge of it.

Then, there was an intermission in the fireworks, and the mother was taking a small group of them to the convenience store to get snacks. I snuck onto the back of the golf-cart they were taking, because the boy who always fought with me invited me to come with them. The mother didn't notice I was there until we'd already gotten to the store, and she couldn't just leave me there, so she grudgingly paid for my snack to make it look like she didn't hate me, so the other kids wouldn't hate her.

We all went back to the golf cart and sat for a while before we drove back; I gave the boy who used to fight with me some gummy glasses, and told him "there's a swimmer's note on it!" (don't ask me what that means. It's gibberish to me...) He giggled, and the three other children (except my best friend, I think he was jealous) accused us of being all lovey-dovey and asked if we were a couple now. But he got all embarrassed and said we were just normal friends, then told me, "hands off the swim clothes!"

I don't know what that meant either, but I think he said that sort of thing to me often. "Hands off the --- clothes!" Or something. I don't know.



Miss Michigan

I (and everyone in my cohort) were former Miss Michigans (yes even the one guy in my classes was a former Miss Michigan haha!)

We had all organized a carpool system to all the competitions, and as we were entering one of them, one of us dropped something. I picked it up for her, and as I handed it to her, she told me under her breath that I should avoid something, though I can't remember what it was that I should avoid.



Crowd like Water

I was some sort of cat human (a little like a Felinetta) thing, and I was walking in an elaborate garden at night (there was a stone slab in the center, engraved, but I didn't catch what was written on it), when I met a sort of dog-human-thing. We sang a beautiful duet and acted out a dramatic love scene from a book we both loved. There was lots of moonlight and star-twinkles and I think some twittering, tweeting yellow birdies. Very Disney.

Fast forward a lot of years, and I am the daughter of these two animal-people. I now had a baby brother who was just learning to walk. We had taken him to the garden where or parents had met and duet-ed, but we suddenly had to flee, because the secret police were trying to neutralize us. My parents say we must leave my little brother in the garden until it's safe to come back and get him (they knew that the police would never harm a baby, even the baby of someone they were after), but I refused to leave him, and picked him up. We ran, and as I passed the stone slab in the center, I suddenly could read it in a glance: It was a prophecy that stated that my parents being together would bring about the destruction of the world.

As we ran, we slowly changed into full-humans. We ran up what looked like the stairs in my Oma's house, then through a wide alleyway, and then dad whips out my real dad's old white car (the one he had when I was a toddler. He got rid of that thing YEARS and YEARS ago! It was the one my parents always told us could fly haha)

"Dad you still have this thing?!" I said as I got in, setting my brother down in the seat next to me.
"Ohhh yeaaahhhh~"

So we drive out of the alleyway, and as we're doing it, a brand new, shiny BMW is driving toward us. There's not enough room for both of us to be there, but the shiny BMW graciously slims up and pulls over to the side to let us pass. I realized this was weird, and looked down at my hands; Two thumbs again. This time it was my left hand, and the copy-thumb mirrored every movement of my real thumb.

So, I was dreaming. A woman suddenly walked out in front of the car, and stopped there, in the middle of the street, and just kinda lazily looked around. I yelled at her to move, or else I would have dad run her over (I wanted to see her reaction). She wasn't all that impressed, but she did move, and we went on our way. We ALL (even the baby brother) flipped her off and called her a bitch. Suddenly, there were tons of people all around us. We'd come out of the alley and into a bazaar-type marketplace, and it was packed.

We keep driving, and I watch as we quite literally plow through people. They didn't move out of the way at all as we moved by; instead, they rolled over the car and landed exactly where they'd been standing before. It was like water. They just flowed over and around us, without batting an eyelash. When we got through the crowd, everyone stopped whatever they had been doing and applauded us. "YOU MADE IT!" They were shouting.

I got out of the car, and wanted to try taking off my clothes while they were all looking, but woke up before I could get anything off.

I was riding my bike away from some DC girl. The way she felt in my dream was like she was my girlfriend (even though I don't have a gf in waking life). She kept trying to tell me something to make me feel better or calm down or something. But I just kept feeling I needed to get away from all the people in this dream. So I keep riding my bike up the hill like street, then I see about five of these people on bikes waiting where I riding my bike up to. I don't know them in waking life but in my dream they are friends I guess. I feel like it's the Trueman show and I feel like everyone, all the dream characters are limiting my actions and where I go in my dream. They all call to me to come over to them, then I see there hair and one has a sloppy mohawk really high, the hairs aren't together right, another has his hair sticking up but a "V" split in the middle, and another has his long hair sticking out like that tokio hotel guy and suddenly I see fireworks in the sky and yell to them that they have firework hair, and then they all stand down and look puzzled and then I quickly ride to the left of them and ride down the street down hill with my girlfriend still on foot screaming for me chasing me. Then suddenly the street has all this loose dusty dirt, and my bike wipes out and I hit the floor and roll and slide a few feet away from my bike. My girlfriend gets to me suspiciously fast and says "you see what happens, maybe you should apologize to your friends". And then I agree but still feel this suspicion, and the instant I feel that this black furry animal with no legs, just a tapered off rounded tail comes and jumps onto my face then makes me instantly feel remorse.

All the big dream signs were present in this one: girlfriend, girlfriend's mom, and conventions.
The three of us were headed to a big con, and for some reason we were riding on a large platform that grinded over a sort of railway system. It was a very intense experience, but it felt good, sort of like riding a roller coaster. The platform eventually stopped, and we left it, entering a small jungle-like area. This was apparently the entrance to the con. I noticed a kangaroo nearby and walked up to it. Probably the dumbest decision ever, since it ended up kicking me in the nads.
A snake fell from a tree to the ground nearby me, and a grizzly bear also sauntered over from nearby. It was clear that this was no ordinary convention, but my non lucid self was like 'Not again!'
We ran away from the animals and made it to the con. Most of what transpired during it is blurry to me, but I do recall walking by myself towards the end of it when the convention center was empty. I ended up getting a text from my girlfriend saying we had to leave.
I ended up at my house, resting after a tiring con, and heard my grandma outside. I walked out there, and for some reason there were red colored fireworks shooting up all around us. It was almost nighttime, but not quite yet; that time of day where everything is a dark blue.
My family and I gathered around a bonfire in our yard and discussed multiple things, and I intently drew a picture of Rust Cohle from True Detective.
And that's all I remember. The day prior to this dream was pretty worry filled, due to work and me messing up. However, for the past two days, I've been waking myself up at 6:00, or around that, after going to bed at about 11:40 or so. This seems to be a period of time where my recall is high, because for the past two days, both times I ended up recalling a dream in vivid detail. I think I'm gonna try waking up at 6, jotting down a dream, then sleeping for another hour and waking up at 7, which will hopefully result in more dreams recalled. Wish me luck!

3/2/14**

Late posting, will just post quick tags for my record:

As in last post:

Awareness work type: retracing my steps (&looking at myself from the outside)
Pre bed & short wbtb: visualization, interacting with desired DCs: Scarlett, Girl Friday, Wife
wbtb: as above + very short SSILD session, closed eye teleport attempts

1st LD, WILD based entry though not sure maintained consciousness but remember realizing that I can see through my sleep mask. In home and didn't get very far.

later in morning DILD=group, no respect, bottle rocket into sky creates an usual display and I realize I am dreaming. Fly up, fly back down to slap around the disrespectful for fun, sexy time, more flying. 112&113

Morning of November 5, 2013. Tuesday.



I am in either St. Martin (relating to the Jimmy Buffet song “The Night I Painted The Sky”) or perhaps Brisbane in South Bank Parklands in another time, in the past, on Cracker Night, but which in real life no longer occurs due to health and safety issue. The first part of the Jimmy Buffet song goes, “I came from the north, Escaping convention, modern invention that won’t let me be, to the shores of St. Martin, with my fiction addiction, to restart the fire, a dreamer’s remedy”.

The fireworks are bright but mostly hues of blue, white, and turquoise. Several times, they form a butterfly pattern, with sparks going out from the center, a pale glow forming the body, and two additional “rockets” streaking upwards near the top. This is apparently also an actual real-life event which I have not ever actually seen anywhere.

I hear, seemingly from distant speakers, the original Bob Lind version of “Elusive Butterfly”, or at least I think I do. The song is a rare treasure in a world of mostly noise and meandering negativity. Even though it seems like a big event, only a few people seem to be in the immediate area, mostly couples. Still - there is loud yelling and cheering that seems to be coming from somewhere else.

A man runs past me to my left, at least one larger spark falling behind him onto the ground. He seems a bit nervous. A mysterious girl, mostly of shadow, is at a fair distance, but still partially discernible. She appears to be near a refreshment stand.

After a time, more sparks are falling, now and then, causing sizzling sounds to occur in a few locations but no impression of danger.

The sparks that are falling are not sparks, but glowing beads. Apparently it is not true fireworks, but someone shooting small glowing beads into the air, seemingly from a boat halfway across the river. They must be magnetic, as they seem to either roll towards each other or move away from each other once they hit the ground. Other people appear and beads hit them now and then, but nothing dramatic happens. Eventually, the girl in shadow comes out and the beads start sticking to her dark blouse, forming a beautiful, glowing mosaic-like image (still of mostly blues, white, and turquoise). It makes a three-dimensional network of circulatory-like light and the wings move. Only one person (another girl in a small group) notices and says “oh, look at that”, pointing, but no one else notices, so they soon all walk off elsewhere. I am still aware of some fireworks in the sky, which is starting to make a buzzing hum rather than a crackling. One man still stands around looking a bit puzzled.

“Oh, that’s my wife,” I say, walking to the “shadow girl”, and it is. Suddenly, a magnetic field visibly forms along the same trajectory as the falling sparks from the fireworks. However, it becomes very difficult to tell the difference between the “butterfly” and the magnetic field, even in what seems to be some sort of growing rhythmic movement that makes me feel very peaceful and comfortable. I sense youthful laughter and cheerfulness from a fair distance.

00:00 Mon 2013-10-21
01:14 bedtime, temp 17C -- 1 hour behind schedule, but I wanted to finish "Matrix Reloaded"
03:02
F1) Trying to make a destination by a certain time, ahead of others: a man and a woman, large open outdoor field. Our paths intersect, we come together, they edge ahead of me.
06:23
1) I'm standing in a hallway in a multi-level structure like a big ship. I'm talking to someone above me through the ceiling. Then someone else up through another stairway/hole in the ceiling asks about whether it's safe. I say "There's no way a return value from a toilet can harm you unless you apply the value to your body."

F2) Instrument (B). Written instructions on how to modify the instrument, how to pound the high D key into the wood in order to stabilize playing the high E.

2) standing with people in an outdoor kitchen at a tall counter. There are jars of condiments on the counter. Playing with people, singing some tunes. I hit a note very high for me with full opera quality that gets everybody's attention. It's beautiful. A conductor comes up and says, "Hey! Hey! Hey! Everybody, let's start playing this opera! He starts getting ready to conduct the opera. I'm scrambling around looking for my music. The conductor is a short and swarthy man. He's conducting and I'm looking for my notes in his pile of music and other places. I find a few excerpts but not the full notes.

F3) arriving home with a woman. I say "hey, you should give me a quick welcome home kiss." After a quick kiss then I say "that's not good enough." Then she (short-haired redhead, DS) gives me a deeper kiss with rough tongue action which is not pleasant. Then she says I'm not giving enough. (WL, Matrix Reloaded kiss scene).

3) I'm searching for a composer, who lives in an odd house, which is like small chunks of living space down a multi-level spiraling scaffolding. I start at the top very high and descend down the levels, jumping down level to level. He's talking about the piece that he's created. It's a performance piece about a man who moves on the ground like a snake, inches around. The guy is really proud of the special effect he's created, where the man moves without any visible physical means: crawling along the floor, very slowly at first, you can barely see he's moving, then he crawls faster and faster. There are a bunch of people standing in the room, and someone says "for the first time in history, people will move across a room without any visible means of movement."

06:31 MILD using these scenes. 14C temp, air matress plug popped, have to replace with another for now, looks like I'm getting a WBTB after all.
06:56 BTB
08:33
4) Driving a car at high speed through underground maze, like a huge sewer tunnel but clean and lined with huge white tiles and well-lit. Rectangular cross section. I'm driving at extremely high speed, jumping off ramps and floating through the air. I imagine that I have previously walked through this maze before. I'm avoiding people in this maze, I need to get through a gate (DS), I can't get through the gate, there is a women helping me. There are various kinds of access cards in all kinds of languages and all kinds of currency, including alien currency. We go through all kinds of cards and all kinds of thoughts but we can't open the gate. She finally looks in her purse and finds one more card, she puts it in the reader and the gate opens. We quickly turn the card reader over and read its display so we can see what kind of reader it is and how much currency is left on it. I read "FLM" or "FLAM" on the display but there is no indication of a balance. She says "there's no balance shown." We keep going.

09:35 voice recorder malfunction! 4.5 minutes of recall detail lost! SH!T! There's got to be at least several dreams in there with good detail. What a bummer. Good reason to transcribe right after getting up! From memory:

F4) Going into a room, like a dorm room, there are lots of people around. Insdie a room, at first I think there's room only for one person. The bed is to the back in a small alcove with a low roof where the bed is. I see another bed and think "ah ok this is a two-person room". The beds are on the ground. I think this used to be my room. Visiting friends at college?

10:17
5) Big strong police woman stopping people with improper packages on their cars. Guy says he can't get his window open, so she comes and lifts the entire door off with her hands. I'm driving on the driver's side, she takes off the front passenger door. She is wearing a tank top, and I see as she's flexing with arms spread out to the sides. She's muscular and I see black stubble in her armpits. I say (to a friend outside?) "damn, look at her she's BUFF! She works out! She's buff!". She throws the door down. She lets us go. Her attention turns to another motorist, whom she stops. Some woman with presents and boxes strapped to the outside of her car, around the windshield and hood, on both sides of the car. They're coming undone and she's trying to tie them back on. I think "O man she's going to get it, that cop does NOT LIKE packages strapped to the outside of cars!"

6) Rocket engine fireworks. Instead of fireworks it's a giant collection of rocket ships. I see the rocket take off with an fiery strong intense/bright yellow/orange flame out the bottom. It flies slowly up for a while, then turns down and faces towards the ground. The crowd gasps: "AAAAAaaa!". I remove myself from the immediate view area for safety behind a roof/house, and I'm moving around / peering around to fully see the flight of the rocket. Then it turns up again and separates into all of its different 4-5 smaller rocket pieces. They swoops up, down, and all around. Then they rejoin into a single rocket and goes up, up, up. Then up and down, at one point it leaves a trail of bright yellow pinpoint dots behind it as a finale, then it disappears and the show's over.

10:24 get up temp 16C, window cracked 1 inch, new heater next to bed, first setting, dial at 3 oclock (75%), good sleeping conditions, small window in kitchen cracked 1 inch open. could sleep more but time to get up. white cotton socks, 3 blankets on top of comforter.

I was volunteering as a helper for this elderly couple, and I was wearing a business suit. The business suit seemed very important to the dream somehow, because it's the most vivid thing I remember. While her husband was in the garage doing something with his car, the old woman needed help getting into the shower because she couldn't stand so I had to guide her wheelchair over to the tub and help her onto the bath seat. I stood outside the door waiting for her to finish when suddenly there was this strange whoosh noise coming from the garage, so I left her by herself to see if the man was okay. When I opened the door to the garage, the man was gone, and the entire area was filled with this blue electricity that swirled through the air like a rip in the fabric of time or something. I knew it was some kind of supernatural storm, but I didn't know how it had gotten into the garage of an old couple. The wind moved unnaturally fast, like a mini tornado in the garage, and I was hit by some debris and injured so I ran back inside to the bathroom to wash off the blood. I told the woman what was happening in the garage, and she jumped out of the shower with new-found strength and into the garage, calling after her husband. I stood at the doorway but didn't go back in there, and something inhuman that was only visible as a shadow picked her up and threw her against the ground. At that point, I silently backed up and locked the garage door, turned off the lights, and then locked myself in the bathroom hoping that whatever was out there would think that nobody else was home. I climbed into the shower and washed off the blood, not even bothering to take off my business suit, and then sat in the tub and waited.

A dream I don't remember much about except for a scene where I was going jogging through the woods, and I looked down and realized I'd left my pedometer at home. I was very conflicted, because I wanted to go back for it but I'd already traveled too far into the woods.

During a big outdoor festival at night, I left the crowd to go up to my car where I parked it on top of a hill. There was a smaller party happening in the parking lot, but I just went up there to get something from my car. As I neared the car, I saw that a girl was leaning against the side of it and crying. She had blonde hair up in a ponytail and was sort of chubby. I asked her what was wrong, and she said that nobody wanted to hang out with her because she was fat, so I felt a little bad for her and told her I'd hang out with her at the party. That made her really happy, so I got whatever I needed out of my car and we were going to head back down the hill. I remember looking out over the festival from above and seeing the big yellow and orange striped tent draped over it, and all the fireworks going off above it, and thinking how pretty it was. A group of guys stood around drinking near my car, so I asked if they'd keep an eye on it for me because I was afraid of it rolling down the hill. One of the guys was Karr, which should have been my clue not to leave it in the care of them, but dream-me seemed oblivious. The girl and I went down to the party, and after a few hours I decided to go home so I headed back up to the parking lot. When I got there, everyone and all the cars were gone, save for Karr who was standing next to a pile of dirt and grass. I got worried and asked where my car was, and Karr just shrugged and said "Sorry, I tried to fix it." and pointed to the dirt pile. I ran over and wiped all the dirt away because my car was buried underneath it, and after I got it all off, I knew it was worse than I imagined. Poor Celtius's bumper was missing, all the windows were crushed, the paint was peeling off and there were big spots of grey showing, the roof was caved in, and pretty much anything you'd see in a high speed crash had happened to my car. I cried uncontrollably and clung to my poor car like it was a baby, and Karr walked by all nonchalantly and said "Here ya go." and tossed the bumper at me before strolling off.

All the stars are falling. At first it's just a few shooting stars; then the sky's full of them, as if every star in the sky is moving, and there are more stars than I've ever seen. It's incredibly beautiful. I'm thinking it must be the Pleiades (I'm reasonably certain the dream got that mixed up and actually meant the Perseids), and thinking about how in previous meteor showers the sky was always clouded over, so this is my first time seeing the whole of the 'Pleiades.' I see the image of a ringed planet form in the motion of the stars, filling up the sky.

I try to get someone, a woman, to come and look at the stars with me, calling it the greatest sky show or light show, and she says she's seen plenty of light shows, local fireworks displays, and doesn't need to see any more.

01/03/13

Off With A Bang
I am in my Fire Valkyrie heading for the moon. I wander on the moon only briefly before I decide to go somewhere I am needed. I open a portal and go through from the moon to a fancy costume party of some kind. People are dancing all around, everyone is wearing a mask. I am thinking I should make an effort to fit in. I see everyone has a gaudy gold mask on… and that is when I realize where I am. I am in Assassin's Creed II. I look around wondering what my purpose there might be. I spot some of the courtesans and I remember Ezio moving among them to keep from being noticed. So I move over closer to a group of courtesans. There are several guards staring right at Ezio… but not seeing him… they're only seeing the courtesans' breasts about to fall from their dresses. I know where their minds are… I get over closer to Ezio. I hear him talking to the courtesans. The conversation pauses as he looks over at me but then they continue. They are trying to come up with a distraction to get the guards away from his target. A courtesan says they must all be homosexual… they don't even look at courtesans. Another says they are specially chosen and won't abandon their posts for anything less than something blowing up. I am right next to them now, I surprise them when I ask if some fireworks would do the trick. A courtesan says they have to disappear… they've been spotted. Ezio tells her it's ok, but what about the fireworks. One of them says the fireworks won't go off until after the target has left. I tell them that tonight the fireworks will start early then. I wonder how I can create some fireworks. This is a dream… it should be doable. I ask where the fireworks come from and a courtesan points. I head over there and find there is a man standing near what looks like a row of fireworks ready to go. He tells me I shouldn't be there. I decide to flirt with the guy instead of starting trouble… He isn't very attractive, my dream self is attractive… so I figure it would work well. I tell him I wanted to see how the magic happens, then we can watch the fireworks together. He pushes his luck and says he knows a private place we could go afterwards. I swallow my vomit and act like I like the idea. So I get closer to the fireworks. I hear the man who is Ezio's target talking, it sounds like quite a stream of bullshit. Apparently politicians have always been the same. So now it needs to go off. I ask when he sets them off. He says after the speech is done. I look closer at the fuses, and focus a little pyrokinesis to light them each. The fuses are all lit so I step away quickly. The man notices that the fuses are lit and asks what I have done, it's too soon! He says they were supposed to go off AFTER the speech! I tell him he said during the speech… he is frustrated… but it is too late now. The fireworks all go off at once, shooting up into the sky and exploding with quite a commotion.

I look back out at the guy giving the speech, he is now staring up at the fireworks looking quite annoyed. The man who was supposed to set off the fireworks seems more worried about himself, says they're going to kill him for this… no… they'll have to find him first… he disappears into the crowd, who are all looking up at the fireworks now. I don't notice when it happens, but when I look back over at the guy giving the speech, and he is on the ground, apparently dead. None of his guards have even noticed yet. I find their obliviousness amusing then I wake up.

July 4th 2008

Lucid Dream:

I was in a new house that was supposed to be in Flagstaff AZ. A lot of things happen here, but one thing that I remember is suddenly worrying that I have never watered my front lawn yet, and I was so worried that it would be dead. I went outside to look and find that it is very green and nice. While I am out there, the sprinklers go on. and I'm greatful that they are automatic and that that's what kept the grass alive.

At some point in the dream I gradually become aware that I am dreaming. This is not a sudden thing. I almost don't do anything about it. But then I realize what this means. I think of all the possibiliteis of what I could do.

The first thing I decide that I want to do is to finally try the hand RC...while in a dream. I have always done this in real life and never in a dream. So at this point I feel that it would be wise to actually try this out while in a dream so I know the difference of how this feels when I do this awake and when I do it in a dream.

I point the finger on my right hand and press it into the palm of my left hand. At first there seems to be no difference between this and when I do it IRL. Then I look at the back of my left hand. I can see a place start bulging out where I am pressing my finger. I press harder. The skin on the back on my left hand turns white as it it now sticking out about an inch. I wonder if I can actually get it to break the skin. I push harder. Finally my finger appears and I can see the details of my fingernail. There is no pain, only the feeling of pressure.

I pull it back out and do it again. The results are similar, but it breaks through the skin faster this time. By the third time the finger comes through fairly quickly. At this point I'm satisflied and feel that I know what the finger RC feels like now.

I then decide I want to try the DV Task of the Month. I try to remember what it is. Then I remember. It has something to do with eating pizza. I look around. I'm still in the kitchen. I open the fridge and see a frozen pizza. I pull out the box and open it. Since it was in the fridge and not the freezer, it's very soft and tears easily. As I hold the cold piece of pizza, I notice that in my other hand I have a slice of hot pizza. I first take a bite of the hot pizza. I enjoy the taste and then decide to compare flavors. I then take a bite of the cold pizza. It has a different pizza flavor, but it still good in spite of being cold.

As I am chewing, I suddenly have doubts that this was the Task. I then remember that someone had used eating pizza as an example task (not true IRL). So I tried to think again about what the real task was. Finally it comes to me. I'm supposed to shoot fireworks out of my hand. I look out the door. It's daylight outside. Since I'm indoors, I decide that I will just stay there and give it a try.

I look down at my right hand as I point my first finger out towards that other side of the room. I wonder how hard this will be. I concentrate. At first nothing happens, and I'm disappointed that I'm not able to do this. But then I think about all the other things that I have been able to do in LDs and I gain confidence. I point my finger out again and concentrate. Finally a spray of sparks comes out of the end of my finger. The sparks look a lot like the kind that come out of the fountain fireworks you buy at the fireworks stands. The colors are mostly red and gold. They shoot out in a jet all the way across the room.

I stop and try it again. Another stream of lights comes out from my fingertip. I notice as I do it that my finger tip is getting hot, but not so hot that I'm in pain, but the sensation of heat was very real. I look at my fingertip and notice that my fingernail is glowing red from the heat.

I don't remember what happens after this point. I think I have a FA and try to write it down. Finally I wake up for real and write down notes.


Here is a picture I took on the 4th that looked like the firework I shot out of my finger--except the colors were different. This is turned on its side to look like it did in the dream.

I’m on a boat with my family. The inside of the boat is full of water, and we’re all just floating around in it. But then, I guess the water drains out because suddenly it’s all gone.

I’m talking to my sisters, when suddenly I remember that I might have forgotten to pack my laptop. Part of me doesn’t care that much because apparently we’re going to be somewhere that doesn’t have any Internet access anyway, but I still wanted my laptop around so that I could write on it and stuff. So, I go to double-check my luggage. There are some plastic bags lying around and I start looking through them, but they’re all just full of shoes. Finally, I find my backpack, but it looks like I didn’t pack anything very useful. Apparently I only packed a few items of clothing and then a bunch of Beanie Babies. And I stuffed everything into the front pocket instead of packing it in the main part of the backpack.

So, I stand up again. And right then I become lucid for like two seconds. It just randomly occurs to me that I’m dreaming, and I run out onto the deck of the boat saying, “I’m lucid! I’m lucid!” I decide I’m going to jump off the boat and into the water. So, I do that. But, as soon as I do, I just find myself back on the boat again and I’m no longer lucid. Oh well.

When I’m back on the boat, I see that my dad is standing at a stove and cooking something. When I get closer, I see he’s frying a bunch of snails in a pan. And they’re not normal snails, either … They’re like, super gigantic snails that are probably like six inches long. My mom is standing nearby and starts complaining about how disgusting it is and how my dad will just have to eat those by himself.

At that point, I start walking up some stairs, because apparently the boat has two floors. On the second floor, there are a few rooms that look like bedrooms, and one room that looks like a kitchen. For some reason, I’m convinced that my friend Hannah lives on the second floor of the boat.

There are a ton of cats on the second floor. I don’t remember all of them, but … There’s this one, huge fat grey and white cat that’s just sitting around. There are a couple of small, grey kittens. And then there’s this really exotic-looking cat who has a black head, but the rest of her body is orange (possibly with some white … I don’t remember very clearly). She has abnormally large ears. And when she blinks, her face kind of like, folds in on itself so you can’t see it. It’s weird. But anyway, I really like this cat and start petting her. Just then, Hannah’s mom comes up the stairs, and I feel guilty because apparently the cat is hers, and it was in her bedroom. But she doesn’t seem to care I’m there. Suddenly, all of my family comes upstairs and they’re all wandering around.

I start playing with one of the kittens, and I try to pick him up, but he scratches my finger. I look down and see that my index finger is bleeding. I walk over to the exotic-looking cat and let her lick the cut. My mom is watching and she’s like, “Awwwww.”

We’re now standing in the kitchen on the second floor, and everyone is pouring cereal into plastic bags and then … layering the plastic bags on top of each other. It’s sort of hard to describe. But anyway.

Apparently the whole time, we were taking the boat to a family reunion of some sort. It’s at some theme park––I guess kind of like Disney World? Anyway, I end up waiting around for this Cinderella-themed ride. It’s this huge white and gold boat that just like, flies up into the sky and swings around.

So, the boat comes down out of the sky, and two ladies dressed as the evil stepsisters get off it, complaining that the ride has no seatbelts. So I’m like, “Oh boy.” Just then, two of my sisters show up and we all get on the ride.

Sure enough, there are no seatbelts. There are just a bunch of benches running across the boat. There’s this random Asian guy sitting at one end of the boat dressed as Prince Charming and he’s like, “HELLOOO.” And we’re all like, “… Hi.”

The boat flies up into the sky and starts swinging back and forth. And we’re all pretty much just sliding around like crazy. And I’m afraid I might fall off, except there are a bunch of these wire fence-type things around the sides of the boat, so I figure I’ll be okay.

Even though only my sisters and I got on the boat to begin with, there are suddenly a lot of other people on the ride as well. The ride keeps going upside down, and when it does, we all just have to sort of hook our feet under the benches and hang there. Then there’s some point where the benches detach from the inside of the boat––and we all have to hold on to a bench as it shoots off into the sky. And when that happens, everyone has a ray of magical color streaming out behind them, and it forms a rainbow.

After that part, there’s this other part where each person gets filmed individually while they dance around holding a fake gun. Apparently there’s going to be some event where we all pretend to shoot each other, for some reason. I stand in front of a computer, watching the people who have been filmed so far. Everyone has to dance against some weird, purple background.

Anyway, I wander off and then my mom and I start talking to some old guy who is apparently related to me. He talks about how he loves that ride that I just went on, and how his favorite part is the shooting part, because it reminds him of when he fought in some war. Then he starts talking about the war and about how horrific it was. And he talks about how he had this wound in his leg, which he claims looked like a gaping mouth with razor-sharp teeth or something. And I’m like, “… What.”

I start thinking about how horrible it would be to be in a war. And suddenly I’m afraid I’m going to get drafted into a war or something, and I’m going to die.

Then one of my younger siblings comes up to me––I think Annabelle––and she wants me to come with her, to find some fireworks that are apparently going on. So, I go with her to look for them. For some reason, she thinks they’re in this nearby dark room. But nothing is going on in there, and there are people in there sleeping in sleeping bags. So we leave.

And I think that’s all.