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I've been lazy about editing my journals for posting so I've got a bit of a backlog now. Four more dreams waiting to be posted - including this morning's journal! Nothing lucid yet but it looks like my recall is improving, so that's good. Perhaps I'd better move on to trying some lucid techniques soon.

I'm abroad in a different city. I'm sure this is some mainland European country, though it somewhat reminds me of English country towns. The buildings and walls are built of large irregular cobblestones while the streets are paved in the uneven way that's so common in Corsica (to the detriment of my shoes). I catch sight of a large set of wooden double doors, black, wide but not as high as those I see in Italy and France.

I'm guided to the house where I'll be staying by two men. They both wear glasses and seem nerdy, I think they are a gay couple. In retrospect, I'm quite sure the two looked exactly the same - that, or I saw only one and imagined the second. The two are friendly and I remember them talking and laughing with me. They have brown hair.

I meet two more people later on. One is a businessman - broad-shouldered, black suit, cold expression and an office full of heavy dark wooden furniture, thick books and leather upholstery. He reminds me greatly of a character from one of my favourite series. I don't remember the other.

At one point, I'm wandering the streets in the evening, light spilling out of restaurant windows which display scenes of people leaning towards one another talking, cutlery resting loosely between gesticulating fingers, red wine swilling about in glasses, unfinished dishes on the table. I can almost hear the hubbub of hundreds of conversations jostling to make themselves heard.

I've gone into a supermarket to buy a hairclip - my hair is super long and thick like a lion's mane. I feel like it actually looks really good on me! I also feel like I'm in a foreign country. I make some kind of joke to the cashier girl. I also want something to eat - the girl suggests some milk. I think, how can I have something to eat if I have milk? She seems to be suggesting milk is food...

Anyway, it's time to pay and I realise I have only my UK credit card so it won't work in this country...
She says no problem, she'll sort me out.

She sets me up with a bedroom under the shop to stay in while I'm in the country since I haven't any money to pay for a room somewhere else.

I find myself walking around inside a large complex. I have no shoes on - the girl said I need to go downstairs to get some. I realise now that downstairs is a shopping centre - she meant for me to buy shoes, but how can I when I can't remember where I put my wallet? (Now the reason I can't buy things seems to be because I haven't got my wallet.)

The girl falls in love with some douchebag. People are giving me advice about it, saying maybe her and I will be just friends! This doesn't make any sense to me because I didn't feel anything for the girl, so being friends was totally fine with me.

Then the girl has to take her flights out of the country - if she doesn't, she'll never have enough money to pay her debts off.

The people in the room (3 girls, 3 guys including me) are telling me this: she stole a shop so she wouldn't have to get her flights but could still pay off her debts and stay with the douchebag she was in love with. Everyone is flabbergasted by her stupidity seeing as the dude is a douche.

One of the girls starts talking about her feelings; the other 2 guys in the room immediately turn away from her and start talking, as though they are too good for this "girl-talk". I notice this and feel obliged to turn my head towards her, quite close actually, and listen carefully to what she has to say...

I am fighting some boss now - I think it's the douchebag, but he's also got something to do with Jesus. His only attack is to try suck me into his suction pad like a hoover. I counter this move a number of times by casting my spell at him every time he's about to do it.
I beat him, however he then cheats by keeping the suction pad right beside me and making it bigger and bigger whilst backing me into a wall. I get sucked in, now in a 3rd person view. The boss then flies off with me inside, over a building...

But of course, being Snake from Metal Gear Solid, I escape - I roll out of the flying hoover thing onto the roof, to which I exclaim to my brother: "Well it's Snake, OF COURSE he escaped! Hahaha!".

I find myself in a bonus level - clones of Snake appear and attempt to destroy him. They glitch and twitch in such a way that makes me feel a bit uneasy about them, but Snake has no problem in dealing with them.

I wake up.

Dream
Lucidity

I was in another country that was very communistic. Laurie was with me at first while a flood was happening. I had my AR15 and my AK strapped around me and was wearing a battle dress uniform. I saw a lot of people trying out to be cops but they were wearing a student flight tshirt. I went into a castle and did parkour. I was then with some girl telling her about lucid dreaming and she told me to whisper because that stuff was banned. We started going to a party but I still wanted to tell her about lucid dreaming. As I went to the top of the tower by doing parkour, I reached my room and saw a girl going through something in my room. I figured I'd sneak up on her and ask what she was doing, so I crouched down and sneaked towards her. I told myself "Too bad I can't use Blink and suddenly realized that I was in a dream!
I used blink and teleported closer to a counter for concealment. I increased stabilized and increased lucidity before blinking towards the girl again. I got close enough and asked her what she was doing and she turned around, obviously startled. I tried to pull her closer to me with magic but couldn't and slowly started to wake up.

Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dream characters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes
　
Got it? Great! Now enjoy reading my dreams.
　
Well i have not been dreaming my usual epicness like i use too. Soo i certainly can say that it is my own damn fault. I have not been doing any reality checks, work is starting to take a toll, and summer here in Michigan, is just making it more and more difficult for me to really focus on dreaming. I am not going to complain though, because anyone who knows me personally, knows i am not a complainer. So on that note, i have to start back reality checking more with my totem, and by doing more subconscious training thruout the day and nighttime hours too. I hope that you enjoy them anyway, even though they are not my usual epic dreams.
　
Dream #1 Naked and writing in my dream records.

Im in my current home, upstairs in my room writing something down in my dream records. I noticed that i am ass naked, but don't seem to reallly question anything about it at that paticular moment.
　


Dream #2 Kidnapped, by goons

Im in the back seat of a car riding with some arabs. A car pulls up and starts shooting at the windshield of this car im in. The driver, and the guy in the passenger seat get shot. The back door opens, and i am now fighting off these men. I get beat up pretty bad, and end up being dragged off into another car.
　


Dream #3 Tell us what you know!

Im handcuffed in a chair, in this room surrounded by a bunch of arab men wearing long robes and scarfs, and holding guns. And this Arab guy a walks up to me and grabs my face and looks directly in my eyes and says..

"Do you know who i am? Because i could kill you right now with the snap of my finger."

"Fuck you! And you will be sorry you ever.."

(He smacks me and is gripping my hair holding a knife to my throat)

Im breathing heavy at this point fearing what could happen to me. He starts asking me questions about missing people, and what do i know about a missing girl or something like that. Another guy nearby tries talking to him, and calming him down and telling him that maybe i really don't know anything, and he could possibly have the wrong person. So im now battered and brusied up, bleeding and just resting my chin near my chest. That dream ends, and i wake up to record it.
　


Dream #4 Talking about dreams with a woman in my bedroom.

Im laying in bed with this hot supermodel looking chick who reminds me of Gisele Bundchen.

We were not having sex or anything, we were just in bed cuddled up talking about dreams and stuff. She gets out of bed and walks over to the window and stares out the window glancing at the night skies. She mentions something to me about wanting to fly up to the moon one night when she becomes lucid. I mentioned to her that in dreams anything is possible, and she can surely do anthing once she truly believes in it. I don't really remember much here except me and her were downstairs trying to look for some tea that i had, that gives you lucid dreams.


Final Dream. The dancer who calls herself Rosa.

Im in a temple, surrounded by beautiful Gypsies, and belly dancers. This woman who had a look similiar to the woman in the picture, walked up to me and begin telling me that she would like to dance with me. I stand there just admiring her seductive look, and glancing at her piercing glowing shimmering cat like green eyes. She shakes her hips with the sounds of tambourines and tabla drums beating in the background. She is dancing barefoot, and is moving very erotic to me. I get closer to her as she grinds out of control on me! I literally was feeling closer to a climax, but kept cool and just enjoyed the dance from her.

Afterwards, she mentions if i ever want to come see her again, her name is Rosa.

Key:
Non-Lucid, Lucid, Commentary/Notes, Hypnagogic Hallucinations
i Inner Awareness, a Action, f Form, c Context

Bloodbath Fragment

I was in a dingy bathroom. The walls were brown and the floor was tiled dark red. Everything was dirty and the lights were really dim. There was someone in a bath with attached shower. He was bleeding.

He was then on the floor, blood gushing from his head all over the place ( c ). There were several shades of blood ( f ). Someone else was there and remarked that people had multiple levels of blood in their bodies. The lighter and more saturated the colour of the the blood the less important and the darker and less saturated the more important ( c ). The blood gushing out of the man's head was getting darker and less saturated ( f ). The person commented again that if he lost any more he would die.

Ex-Con?

I was sitting at a table in an unfamiliar room ( c ). It was some kind of apartment with white walls. Also in the room were some other people, but I didn't recognise anyone except two old school friends, L and S ( c ). I was writing and there appeared to be some kind of lesson or lecture going on ( c ).

The next think I knew everyone is leaving. I walked out and found myself on a street walking in to a supermarket.

I found myself at the check out with several items. There was a man with me that I don't recognise ( c ). His eyes were very blue and he had dark brown hair. He was slightly taller than me and wearing a white top.

I was placing my items on the checkout. I remember there being some kind of unfamiliar green fruit or vegetable ( f ). Another man who was wearing a dark jacket picked up two of my items and stuffed them inside his jacket. I gestured to protest, but he gestured that I shouldn't, so I didn't ( a ).

I was rushing to pack the carrier bag, but the check out assistant was super fast ( a ). She quickly handed me a receipt and asked for £1.50. I could read the value clearly on the receipt. I took some change out of my pocket, but dropped it all over the check out ( a ). I scrambled around looking for the money. I picked up a £1 coin, two 20p coins and searched for a 10p coin, but couldn't find one so gave her two 5p coins. I felt very flustered.

I was then leaving the supermarket with the blue eyed man. We walked back towards the apartment and saw L and S going in the other direction. I waved and L waved back, but S just looked typically miserable. While walking back I got the sense we were in a foreign country, probably somewhere in Europe ( c ).

We reached the apartment. It had an external staircase so we ascended. Stopping at the door I remarked to the blue eyed man that I was a murderer! ( i,c ) He was shocked and just stood there. I invited him in and said that we should have a drink ( a ). I walked in to the apartment, not noticing the clear signs of a disturbance throughout.

I found a bottle of some kind of alcohol on the floor. It was open but full. Somehow it was lying on its side but the liquid did not flow out ( f ). I shouted to the man that we should have a drink ( a ). Only then did I start to become aware of the state of the place. Things were broken and knocked over. There was a dart in a red sofa that looked like it had been thrown from the doorway ( c ).

The man was still standing at the door, shocked that I had randomly just told him that I was a murderer. I realised that something bad had happened while I wasn't here, but somehow knew that I would get the blame for it! ( i )

Some police walked in. One of them was a black detective guy. He was accusing me of something and I was being arrested ( c ).

Suddenly I felt that I wasn't a man any more but a blonde woman ( i,f ). I had a flashback to some kind of prison where I was sitting at a table wearing an orange jumpsuit ( i ). Another woman was being lead through a door by some guards. She looked at me. She had long dark hair and was extremely beautiful. I felt as though we were friends. I knew she was being released and that I would be soon ( i ).

Back in the apartment I felt as though she had been there recently with me and I also felt as though I had betrayed her somehow ( i ).