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#1

Very vague on this one, all I really remember is being in my pool with two random guys and listening to dubstep that was blasting really loud seemingly from nowhere. At one point they asked me if I knew any other good club music to which I just laughed and told them I hadn't even gotten started yet. Then I woke up.

#2

I was in the gym of my high school I think, playing soccer for a PE class with mostly other kids from my school but also my cousin who's four years younger than I am. I was barely paying attention to what was going on though, like usual when playing sports in class. At some point the ball came toward me and everyone started shouting at me so I was like alright, alright! and kicked it and it went WAY up the side of the gym wall, then curved around somehow and shot right toward the goal. Everyone started cheering, and then Sinoblak showed up to tell me congrats! After that I went and ate lunch with some people from my high school in the cafeteria, which was relatively normal lol.

#3

This one's just a snippet, and in third-person perspective. Marshall from How I Met Your Mother, aka Jason Segel, shows up to a party dressed as Britney Spears, with a wig and everything, and wearing blackface makeup, then gets embarrassed when he walks in and everyone gives him really strange looks. I can't make this stuff up.

#4

A girl comes over to my house and tells me that she's going to do electrolysis on my legs. I say, alright, um, why did you just show up to do that? And she starts explaining it to me in some gibberish but half way through the conversation she turns into a guy, though he still claims to be there for the same reason. He starts asking me lots of really strange questions and sneaking looks around my room, and I'm getting really suspicious. I change my attitude really quick to show that I don't like him, and then I start to think about a bag of ecstasy pills in my drawer, and he's really close to it. He pulls it open right before I can get over there to keep it shut, and stares at it for a second like he found what he was looking for and I think oh fuck, he's a cop! He starts trying to arrest me and I go on a long rant about how I don't even care about the drugs anymore or even really care that he's arresting me because life sucks and all this stuff, and on the way from my room to the living room he tells me that he's got a plan for us. He's going to admit to committing a murder and get taken to prison, then I need to flee and get across state lines and call in and admit that it was actually me who did it, then when he gets set free he can elope with the electrolysis girl (the one that was him before) and if the cops ever find me it won't be a big deal because it'll quickly be proven that there's no way I could've actually committed the murder.

Suddenly I switch to a third-person view of him violently being thrown in a prison cell, proving that he went through with his part of the plan. Then I'm back in the living room like no time has passed at all but he's still gone, and I sit down on the couch next to my dad and tell him to lean in so I can tell him what's going on, but he keeps leaning in like annoyingly close in a way makes it really obvious I'm trying to hide this information from whoever else is in the house. As I'm telling him all this, I see one of the buckets they give you to put your trash in at Joe's Crab Shack, and there's a red flashing light on a black clip on the side. Oh crap, we've been bugged! One of the other cops, who I now think are actually some kind of thug gang, comes at sits down on the couch next to us. I can tell that he knows we're acting suspicious and was possibly even listening in to the conversation through the bug, and so he starts asking us about the movie that's playing on TV, which I haven't even remotely been paying attention to. Apparently, it's Madagascar 10. I remember the last question he asked was if it was the only one that was ever set in the ocean, and then I woke up.

*phew* That one was really convincing.

#5

I definitely had one in between this and the last one, but I guess I only dreamed I typed it up in my phone. Oh well.

There's a memorial service for the guy who went to prison (who's apparently dead now) and his accomplice, along with all the people they killed along the way, still in my living room. I'm there and I see the graves and everything but I'm paranoid that the guy is still going to come after me for some reason because his birthday, as listed in the memorial info, is the exact same day as mine and I'm convinced that maybe that's not even his real birthday and he's not actually dead, he's just like some kind of crazy serial killer and sending me a message. I start rambling to my dad about it, who's still sitting right next to me, and he gets fed up and says it looks like they're just going to have to accept it. He tells me that there never were any guys that came to our house or got killed, we never went on the run, and there's no memorial service or bugs or signs that I'm being watched or that someone's coming after me. They've been pretty sure for a while, but hoping it wasn't true, that I'm actually schizophrenic and I'm just hallucinating all of this and my delusions are just getting worse and worse as I'm becoming more paranoid. I have no idea what to think about this new information and it sends me into deep despair, and also makes me doubt that they're telling the truth but that just makes me think they might actually be right and I have no way of knowing what's real and what's not....

Freakin' dreams!

Sigh... so that's it. I also got a false awakening at the end of this where I started typing it all up in my phone, and got about half way though before I woke up. Lucky I did that early, having thought I logged it down I almost forgot most of it!

18.01.2012

The Dream where I was Asked to Teach Maths (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm an English teacher. In this dream I was sent to a high school and told I had to replace my housemate, who was a maths teacher and was himself a substitute for a Mr. Grec or Brac or something like that. He's a biology teacher IRL. The principal and some other guy walked me to the class of senior students and I told her that the last maths I'd done was in high school. She said I'd do fine, and as I was about to refuse some emergency came and the principal and the man had to leave. I was stuck in class because I didn't want to leave the students unsupervised.
I noticed their were "special" students, doing coloring or beadwork instead of actual schoolwork.

This dream started out in the halls of the high school I graduated from. I was in my current body, not my high school body, so I was a lot more in shape and confident than I was back then. I was just dawdling about in the hall when a girl caught my eye. She was actually an inch or so taller than me, which is usually a turn off for me. She had a fit body, blue eyes, and short champagne blonde hair just above the shoulders. Usually I'm not attracted to the short, super light blonde hair either, but the way she was wearing it made it very appealing to me.

I went up to her and started walking/talking with her down the hall. Her name was Eileen, a name I've barely ever heard in my life, but a pretty name none the less. We decided we should go drive around and hang out, and I was ballsy enough to put my arm around her as we exited the school.

It was evening and we drove around for a while, talking. It's crazy how in depth dream characters can be and how much you can learn about them. She was a midwestern girl, same age as me, and had moved out here with her parents. She loved rock/alternative rock/folk/indie and was into climbing/hiking/skiing; all the same outdoor activities I was into. She was super nice and very down to earth.

This is the cool part. We somehow made it into a house and she said something to the effect of "You haven't forgotten those promises you made to me, have you?" "Of course not," I said, "I have them all right here so I don't forget." I pulled out my phone (the same one I have in real life) and went to my notes. There was a page titled 'Promises Made to Eileen' with a short list jotted down below. I was confused on how the list got there, as I thought I was meeting this dream character for the first time.

I then realized that this was not my first time meeting Eileen! I had a revelation that I had met her in a previous dream that I had now forgotten. She smiled at me, extremely happy in my remembrance of meeting her before. We shared a great kiss, said our goodbyes and then I woke up.

This is one of the first times I've remembered a reoccurring character in a dream, and I must say I am very pleased with her. Now if only I could meet the real life version...

Good morning, everybody.

The second dream is another silly instance of dream control. I told myself to dream of myself out in a wide, open space, all by myself. I told myself that if I found myself there, I'd become lucid.

Well, I found myself in a wide, open space alright. But I was in a painting. And I was looking at the painting of myself. So... my dream subject was kind of controlled again. But not exactly in the way I'd expected. Lucid fail!

Dream #1

I was in some place like a hospital or a retirement home. But it may also have been a school. I feel like I may have been on the first floor at some point, heading in to some class I was taking. The class may have been for high schoolers, even though I was my current age. But I think I was still doing horribly in the class.

I went down into the basement. I was in a hallway area. The hallway was low, wide, and kind of featureless. There were doorways that went to rooms, each room like a whole department of this hospital. But when the doors were closed, the hallway felt empty and small.

Off to my right was a little alcove with a few doorways. One may have been open, revealing a larger room. But the alcove was filled with shelf-carts for books and stationary bookshelves. The shelves were all filled with books. I knew this was a used book sale.

There were a few people rushing around, getting the shelves all prepared for the sale. The people were mostly men and women in their fifties or sixties. But there were also some younger people, mostly women, probably in their late teens or early twenties. They were all volunteers.

I was interested in seeing what books were on sale. I was mostly interested in science fiction books. So I looked for that area. I think an older woman pushed out a cart full of sci-fi books right as I thought that.

But right as I went to look at the books, a tall, kind of fat, older, white man saw that I was heading there, and he jumped in front of me. He bent over so that he was blocking all the shelves.

Instead of getting mad, I just figured I'd go look at some other books. I walked over to a tall bookshelf, which may have been for paranormal studies.

Dream #2

I was looking at a painting. The painting wasn't realistic: it was a bit blocky and thick, with the sense of three-dimensional perspective a bit flattened, and the color scheme kind of simplified for intensity.

The painting had a red cliff, like one wall of a canyon, taking up the left side. Then there was a bit of grass, then a path. There may have been a boy, his back to the viewer, walking down the path. To the right of the boy, the landscape extended flatly, maybe with a river.

I told myself that I'd definitely become lucid if I was in a landscape like that in a dream. I probably told myself to remember this painting, and to try and make myself go there when I went to sleep tonight.

Dream #3

I was walking around outside somewhere during the day. But I was also talking on the phone with my dad. My dad was telling me about floods occurring in St. Louis, Missouri, which was apparently where my dad lived.

As my dad spoke, I had very strong visions, which were like still photographs, except that I was in them. I stood out in what I guess were aqueducts: they looked like the concrete-walled channels used to catch and drain waters from heavy rains and flash floods.

But the aqueducts I stood in were like highways. I often even stood in the shade of highway overpasses. All around the aqueducts were hills of lawns and trees, so that the aqueducts all felt so quiet and secluded. But I knew they'd be raging with waters pretty soon. It was a bright, sunny, warm day -- hard to believe that it could flood anytime soon.

I may have seen a couple copper-skinned children: a boy and a girl. I thought that they weren't safe out here in the aqueduct. I needed to grab them and get them out of here. But it may also have occurred to me that these children were actually phantoms.

I came back to my senses and found myself walking along some stone-floored promenade in a big park. I was walking up a slope and looking out over an iron railing to my left. Down from the railing was a slope of brambly, leafless trees.

There were some women walking behind me at one point. They said that the flood in St. Louis was going to be 72 inches, once the rain really got going. I couldn't believe it! I didn't want to believe it. I told myself that the weather was too nice here for a flood to happen, even somewhere as far from here as St. Louis.

My dad said, "They're still saying that we're going to have 72 inches of precipitation. It's going to start out looking mild, with only ----- inches. But then it's going to go up really fast and hit 72 inches."

I said, "72 inches! Sheez! That's crazy!"

May dad said, "Well, that's not so bad. We've seen floods like this in St. Louis before. But what's really strange about this one is that it's happening at Christmas -- in December. We aren't even supposed to have rain in December!"

Now I realized that the women I'd heard speaking before were right. As unbelievable (and for some reason inconvenient) as it had sounded to me, it really was going to flood in St. Louis.

As I approached the top of the slope, I could see that, as the promenade plateaued, it also widened out a lot. Over to the right was an overlook, giving a good view over the town we were in (probably somewhere in New England).

But as I got to the wider area, there were a whole lot more people walking around. There were tons of people heading down the slope I'd just come up from. I could tell -- somehow -- that these people were preparing for the flood, even though we were nowhere near it.

One woman, short, skinnyish, and white, maybe in her sixties, with blonde-grey hair and eyeglasses, was walking among the crowd, heading down the slope. The woman was trying to spread some kind of wisdom. She wore a Hindu-esque robe, though I think she thought of herself as a Buddhist.

The woman was saying, "Global warming. Global warming. The flood in December is from global warming." I knew the woman was trying to get somebody interested in her idea so that she could preach to them about being an environmentalist. She may even have had pamphlets about it.

Some younger women nearby may have been agreeing with the older woman. I kind of agreed as well. But I didn't feel like I needed to listen to environmentalist preaching. Hell, I thought. I hardly use any electricity, anyway. All I do is read books.

There was a book sale going on just off to my right as I hit the flat area of the promenade. I got really interested. The books were used, and they all looked really old. I thought I might make some good finds.

But some tall, white man with a bit of a pot belly saw I was interested in the book sale. He tried to get in my way, so that he could get to whatever books I was interested in first. The man looked pretty well-off. He wore a plaid, button-up shirt, tucked into some nice jeans.

I may have tried to avoid the man altogether. But he may have seen that. So he just walked right in front of me, standing broad-chested, his hands on his hips, as if he were trying to block me from getting near any of the books at all.

I must have done something, because I got past the man, anyway. But I was pissed that the man would try to stop me like that! I started cussing the man out, not loud, but in a regular voice, so he could hear me, but I wouldn't be making a scene.

The man reacted by coming to the bookshelf I was at and bending right over in front of all the books, basically edging me out of the way. He started saying stuff about how he didn't know why I was so upset about what he'd done. But if I was so upset, he'd do it some more. And then, he said, we'd see how upset I got.

I told the man to fuck off, and I walked away from him. He seemed to want to start a fight, because now he was calling kind of loudly after me, "Why'd you have to say that? What'd I do to you?"

But I just decided to walk away from the man and ignore him. I walked around to the other side of the bookshelves and found myself in an area full of shelves and bins packed with vinyl records and comic books. This area almost felt like it was indoors.

I looked around here for a while. I may have found some kind of comic book that I was interested in. It may have seemed a little bit like porn. But I may have decided I really didn't have enough money to waste on something like this, after all.

I was walking out of this section and back out to the promenade. But the exit was a bit narrower now. And another older man was walking up toward the aisle I was trying to get out of.

This guy was kind of fat. He saw me and seemed to want to block my way. He stood and looked at the left shelf of items, blocking up almost the whole aisle. There was also a life-size carboard cut-out of either Superman or Iron Man, which blocked most of the right side of the aisle.

I had to squeeze through the fat man and the cut-out. I'm pretty sure I didn't even touch the man. But he may have turned back to look at me, as if I'd threatened him somehow.

I gave the man a complaisant, friendly smile. But the man just looked at me like he hated my guts. I walked away. I wanted to confront the guy. But I knew that that would only make things worse.

Note: Embedded videos should offer some insight into what influenced certain elements the dream. They should also be pretty cool.

17.12.2011

Aggressive Negotiations (Non-lucid)

★★★★☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Originally Posted by Me

”Turn around. NOW!”

I scream at the driver of the sedan, as an irrational fear takes hold. At least, it seems irrational, but trucks never come down this way, never two of them. What's more, one is all but blocking the road out of the neighborhood. Clearly something is about to go down.

As if suddenly realizing the danger, the person driving turns around, unusually slowly; we’re headed back home, to my court. Thankfully, we get there pretty quickly, and I'm plopped in the street as the car hastily drives off. Before departing, the driver left me with the task of blending in at a nearby Christian High School.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

No big deal. I’ll be able to skate by today, stay uninvolved with the afairs of these kids, and be out of here in no time.

Entering the door on the left, I find myself in an office-like recepetion area. The secretary, behind a glass pane, informs me that I’m not allowed over here, “All the kids are supposed to be on the other side.”

Originally Posted by Me

“Sure thing,” I smile warmly to alleviate suspicion.

Outside again, I enter the right-most part of the one-story, tan walled building, only to find myself in an almost identical area, with an almost identical secretary. From the back of the room, a middle-aged woman walks up to me, grinning broadly.

Originally Posted by Creepy Lady

“Welcome. We’ve been waiting for you," she make a large, hurried motion, "Quickly, come this way.”

Not really sure what to think, I go with it, and follow her into a small room where a young girl is sitting, handcuffed to a table. There’s an empty chair across from her, I sense it’s for me. Sure enough, as soon as I sit, the woman leaves me to my own devices. It’s clear I’m meant to interrogate this girl, find out what she knows, etc.

Originally Posted by Me

“Hi there.”

She doesn’t respond.

Originally Posted by Me

“Well, if you don’t want to talk to me. . . is there anyone you do want to talk to?”

With a thought, and a bit of direction from girl’s own mind, I make a few holograms appear beside her, shifting through those she seems to want to speak with. She gives a name; I don’t recognize it, but I’m able to create a representation of her desired point of contact and bring that representation to life. Of course, it’s under my control. Oddly, I think she knows that, but her fervor and crazed look tell me speaking with this image of her superior, a small, red, impish demon in a classy suit, would be the only way to get a peep out of her.

What follows is a less than ideal double-reverse interrogation session. Each of us indirectly scrambling to find what the other knows, giving up only what we know we can, all in the ruse of a communication between allies.

She knows about the recent assassination attempt on my life, is saddened to hear of its failure, but is pleased various other atrocities back home are panning out nicely. Once it’s clear I was revealing more than I was getting, I pause the image.

Originally Posted by Me

“Yes,” I say, “I know you know, but nothing said on my end was a lie. No propaganda. You really do work for someone like that, idolize someone like that.”

She makes a snide remark I can’t recall, and I respond with an outrageous outburst that has her questioning my sanity:

Originally Posted by Me

“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I’M HARRY FUCKING POTTER.”

I pull out a wand and destroy the projection of the demon in a shower of sparks; her look says it all. That’s when I notice it, at the door behind me, a presence of ill-intent. I stand quickly to see a green form dart past me, out the window, to the street beyond. By the girl’s gleeful reaction, I know this won’t be good. Drawing a blade, I go to the thing's exit point and see a green monster, spherical, with a gaping maw across it’s center and a face within that.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

It doesn’t look like it wants to get close. . . And I really shouldn’t go outside. It might be a trap.

So, I do the next best thing, make some adjustments to my katana, stick it out the window, and rapidly extend the length of the blade, shooting it out into into the inner face of that green wretch. It seems as shocked as it is in pain. A few quick, long-range swipes later, and the monster is no longer surprised. . . or in pain.

Suddenly, the roof of the building tears away, and I’m face to face with. . . a clown?

Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin

“There you are.” The pointy faced, garishly dressed, figure states plainly. He's casually wielding two large, black and red scythes. Seemingly, he doesn't take me seriously.

Originally Posted by Me

“I assume this is a rescue attempt. Or are you here for me?”

Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin

“Don’t concern yourself with the details,” he jumps from his perch, “It doesn’t matt--”

Before he can get out the words, I’ve already spotted an opening and severed his legs from his body; there's not as much blood as I'd expected.

Originally Posted by Would-be Assassin

“Oh, please.” The clown is unamused. Rightfully so, as a new set of legs immediately takes the place of the old ones, slinking out of his baggy, red and yellow, pin-striped pants.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

Interesting.

He comes at me with the scythes, bringing them together to form some sort of long, narrow drill. Again, he’s sloppy, and I’m able to avoid the attack, removing an arm in the process. Un-phased, he regenerates and grabs his scythe before gravity can even affect it.

Originally Posted by Inner Thoughts

I wonder if his torso is that resilient.

In the air now, I close in quickly and engage in an armed grapple, locking down the movement of his scythes. He begins to form his drill, and I’m forced to readjust my grip to avoid having one of my hands blended up.

Originally Posted by Me

“Mae, now.”

An ethereal spirit bursts from my chest and impales the clown with her sword before disappearing as quickly as she came. The clown looks confused and, to my delight, wounded. Seizing the opportunity, and making a bold move, I break away, just enough to free my blade and create another opening, which I use to plunge my blade into the fool’s side. He’s too wracked with pain to do much as I brutally impale him, again and again, dragging my razor-sharp steel through his body.

But still, he lives. I realize I'm going to have to step things up a notch if--


Damn alarm.

Thebeastofold's Dream

I did 2 WBTB's last night before i started dreaming...


high school, laundry tennis, football star?


no dream recall for me yesterday but this one started, i was playing tennis in an indoor tennis court and there was laundry piled up infront of the net on my side..in baskets folded, and just piles...i was playing doubles with sherlock holmes brother from the new movie which i saw yesterday, the other side of the net was some high school tennis star guy, and some teacher looking older guy, dont know who he is... and the racket i was using was exteremely heavy... i kept trying to serve and either miss the ball, throw it too hgih or off center, or hit it practically sideways...the guy i was playing with, holmes brother talked constantly, i dont know about what, dotn remember, i wanted my own racket, so idecided to go find it..then everyone disappeared and i walked into what looked like a locker room. offices looking for my racket, i ran into some woman and she said, you need to, your shed has it, up...um ok.....so i followed her out of the area i was in and she went around a corner and vanished, i followed around the corner and found a stairwell going up, and it was very dark..all of a sudden i was 3/4 of the way up the stairs and the woman i just saw was now coming up the stairs behind me..there were lights buitl into the wall on he right and she was turning them on and off as she passed by them....so i followed along ad did the same until i got upstairs, then i came out into the hallway of what looked like my old high school.....there were people sitting inthe hall, leaning against lockers etc..and a guy that looked like a football player, he had a weird jersey on who was puking his brains out ansd everyone kept asking if he was ok...allof a suddeni'm walking out onthe football feild in full uniform and pads and was trying out for the team..as nose tackle...i manage to tackle the qb guy, who was previously puking his brains out, and when he gts up, he starts puking agian..green glowing puke this time says i'm alright, really, and collapses and starts convulsing...everyone runs to him and i turn around, and now my nephew is qb and we're lining up tu run a play but now theres a wall between us with a doorless doorway in the middle, and i can see my nephew through the doorway.....i walk off the field and into another building and my cellphone rings, a guy asks about office supplies..and i tell him, you called my high school, not office place..uh..ok... suddenyl i'm in my shed in the backyard and theres like 30 or 40 empty light sockets of all shapes and sizes, but the shed is brightly lit somehow... i started trying, first, climb a ladder, it seems i forgot how, then when i figured it out, trying to fit a big box of lightbulbs that suddenly appeared into their proper sockets, all the while a radio was playing somewhere interviewing wil smith and the dj kept calling him "da freash prince" "the world misses da prince" and every time wil starts trying to talk the dj interrupts and says somethng about "da prince) odd... so i walk out of the shed, and theres a car next to my shed with the hood open and a guy rolling on the ground with blood squirting everywhere so i run over and grab his upper left arm where the blood seems to be coming from and the bleeding stops, i help him up and we walk over to a 5 story building that is now in my front yard ...0_o... we walk inside and go into what looks like a schools front office and get in line...the guy looks at me and says "might as well open my casket" and i look at him and say "I guess thats what i suppose, canadian high school" woke up...


dream fragment.....group of people...large hawk...

just a dream fragment, i was standing in a large group of people and there was a lady standing next to me with a full arms length leather glove and a large falcon or hawk, not sure which, standing on her hand...and the hawk or falcon, kept trying to jump on me, i would try to catch it, but everytime i felt its talons sinking into my arm i would toss it up in the air and it would land back on her hand, then shed toss it back at me..over and over...she said "they used to wear hoods for calm down" woke up...

Alright, here are some dreams I've been too lazy to record that I've had since my last major entry, I'm finally getting them out of the way so I can post some actually interesting stuff that I'm dreaming about now. I don't remember exactly what days they happened anymore so I'm just going to number them.

#1

I was walking around college (although it looked like a fusion of my junior and senior high schools) with O but got separated from him, so I was searching around a hallway for him when Neil Patrick Harris ran up to me! I see that he's wearing a lab coat and instantly think "Oh, he must be part of the alien studies project." He grabs my wrist and starts pulling me while running so I have to run to keep up with him, and he starts talking about how they're starting some alien autopsy study where they're doing the testing on human volunteers first... for some reason. He looks back at me and says "Thanks for doing this." to which I respond "I never agreed to do anything." He ignores me and starts talking about how all of the other human volunteers they've had so far have ended up having some horrible aftereffects that I don't really remember much of, but they generally sounded terrible. He stops running so I do too, and he looks back at me and squints and just stares for a second, then says "...You'll probably be fine." We start running again as I say "Probably??" He starts explaining the mechanics of what they're doing, which I also don't remember well, but I remember him saying "I don't think this causes too much blood." (Causes too much blood? ) Then he goes on to describe how the machine they use was having some really bad malfunction in all of their previous tests as well, and there were even more terrifying things happening to the volunteers as a result of it, but after he stops talking he stops running again and stares off into the distance and says "I think they fixed that." As he was explaining that last part we had entered a science class room, and then he took me through a door in the back into a small office-like room where there was a woman in a lab coat sitting at a desk. Then he turns to me and goes "But first, I'm gonna do a magic trick! " He makes himself turn invisible, and then reaches over (but of course I don't see it) to a bowl on the desk that's filled with cherries and grapes, still on branches. He picks them up and starts tying the branches together and the woman (his assistant) says "It looks like Arby's food!" and I laugh and say "It's just cherries and grapes!" and she SLAMS her hand down on the desk, points to me with a pissed-off look on her face and yells "You have been warned!!" (I have?? ) He finishes tying branches together and I realize that he's made a dragon sculpture out of them, and he even opens the mouth and starts making screeching sounds (and of course it looks like it's doing it on its own because he's invisible). I'm laughing hysterically at this point and dropping a large number of couch pillows which suddenly appeared in my hands. He makes himself visible again and hands me a piece of paper that tells me not to be so worried about my future, and just take life as it comes.

#2

I'm teaching a class and I'm doing my best to make sure that all of the kids behave, but they're all pissed off at me for some reason and they start stealing my keys and things just to torment me for hours until they finally hand in their homework to force me to do it for them and I realize that my dad's been making extremely hard extra homework for them to make them angry so I grab my keys from them and fly out of the room so fast that I leave a trail of demonic fire in my wake. (Flying has always been my strongest dream power for as long as I can remember, in non-lucids I generally travel at a normal speed but I can go pretty frickin' fast, the first time I tired it in a lucid it was accompanied by a sonic boom and the speed was so intense that it woke me up in about a second and a half. ) I make it home and start to cuss out my dad for being so irresponsible because's he's a teacher in real life! Then I walk out to the kitchen and see my mom there and say "Oh, mom's home." Somewhat anticlimactic of an ending lol.

#3

I'm in a plane crash with a group of people that I went to public school with, although most of whom I didn't normally associate with. I remember that part of the dream because it was intense, but after that there's a lot of blurriness until the point when we're finally getting back on a new plane to go to... well, wherever it was we were headed in the first place. But still, we're understandably a little freaked out at the thought of being on a plane again. J checks his bags ahead of me and then walks off to the seats (which are conveniently located about ten feet away from where you check your luggage ), and I check mine and plan to go sit next to him but I'm told that I have to go take the seat up in the cockpit behind the pilot because I'm "being a troublemaker." I say "Damnit, does this mean I have to talk to A the whole time?" (Referring to myself in third person, literally thinking it's someone else, who I guess I'm annoyed at the thought of having to talk to. ) The guy responds "Are you serious?" and points to the cockpit. I go sit down and I'm watching out the front window. The plane is already in the air and is doing some serious loops through the sky, but it seems like a normal way to fly at the time. I watch as our view goes back and forth between the sky and the ground (we're flying REALLY low!) and at one point I look at a billboard and see the face of Charlie from Lost, although his face wasn't actually on the board... it just invoked the image so intensely in my mind that I saw it as clear as day, but it didn't actually enter the dream scenery, it was just kind of on top of it, like my mind's eye vision was exactly as clear as my normal vision... kind of hard to explain. Anyway, I'm starting to feel a little anxious and sick, so I go to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror and see if I look like I'm sick or if I'm losing color or anything like that. When I get there, I see my face literally rotting, melting off, and turning to stone (especially my neck), and the grim reaper(!) is standing behind me. And I mean really detailed, with a fiery flowing black robe and blue and black swirls of smoke and a gigantic evil-looking scythe and this aura of pure darkness. I inspect myself a little closer and say "Nah, it's probably nothing, I'm just letting myself get psyched out." I walk into the cabin instead of going back to the cockpit and everyone screams and someone points at me and yells "Fridge neck!" I start freaking out again and go "Oh no, does it look bad??" and start scratching at my neck, while everyone starts making these D: faces that start expanding to be bigger and bigger until they cover their whole faces and then their jaws starts enlarging so that the face can keep expanding (which looks really, really cartoony), and then I wake up from an adrenaline rush.

#4

O and I and some other students from our college are eating in the cafeteria of some school other than our own, and one of the guys who goes to that school starts getting really pissed off saying that we're not allowed to eat any food except from one small area, but everyone does anyway. I like messing with the guy because he's being a prick, and eventually he's so angry that he starts going on this loud, ridiculous speech, that ends up having some religious undertones, about how it's THEIR school and THEIR food and THEIR right to eat and yadda yadda yadda.... O comes over to my table and laughs at him with me while we eat our food and I browse the internet on my laptop.

#5

This one is a little fragmenty. My log starts with this first part I don't really remember much about that reads "Save the world, emotional texting with M mad at dad to not be sad for him (crying)". After that my memory starts to pick up. I was playing a game, but I had to put it on hold to drive a friend of mine (M, but a different M from the first part) back to their car in [a nearby city] so that I could get back in time for the DMT revolution. I go to the back fridge we have to get something to drink, and when I get back there there are bottles of shampoo and large, empty glass mugs on top of the fridge for some reason. I just end up staring at them confused until I wake up.

#6

Somewhere before this dream I had a dream that happened in anime format, I wish I could remember it.

I'm having a sleepover with O, M, and S. Originally it was at my grandparents' house and we were listening to dubstep and it was making me sleepy so I eventually passed out. I had a dream-in-a-dream about doing some intense dance moves with an old friend, C, in some big fancy kitchen. But it didn't last long, and soon I woke up at the slumber party again when everyone else had already fallen asleep, although the scene had changed to my house. Everyone else starts waking up and we talk about music that we heard in our dreams (mine was "Here We Go" by Bassnectar) and it starts transitioning from night to day. We hear a noise outside by the window, so I slowly creep over to the door to look but I don't see anything, but not long after that the curtains magically open by themselves and we see a creepy man peering in. o_o We all start freaking out and the man comes to the door so I open it and ask him what he wants and he says that he needs to speak to my dad and that "it's a matter of presidential importance!" O says he'll go back to tell him, and I turn back to tell the guy to hold on and close the door. I turn around again and see that O is now in the back room getting something to drink (lazy ) so I go tell my dad instead. I go to their bedroom and walk in and see that my parents are both awake, so I tell my dad he's needed and run back out to the door. When I open it I see the guy with a bomb strapped to his knee!! I run back yelling "He's a bomber, he's a bomber!" and everyone scatters and jumps down into the furthest-away-from-him corners of the house while he detonates the bomb, and I close my eyes and the sound of the explosion wakes me up.

Another fragment that I remember from right after this dream, I was sitting at my computer watching a fractal generator in action, VERY cool. I wish I remembered more!

#7

Homer Simpson takes large amounts acid, shrooms, and morning glories and possibly other things at a nighttime hippie festival by [my middle school] and I see it as I'm walking by through the park, but somewhere down the line it changes to my cat, T, doing those things at a shamanic ritual in the same place. The next day O and I are at my house, and we're talking about how T must have tripped balls, and for some reason we have a white dachshund who's a little bigger than they would normally be, but I think she was actually representing an old cat we had, because we were aware that she was female and that T didn't like her, just like that cat. But now, T went over to her and started scratching her on her stomach (standing up with his paw outstretched, like a human ) until she gets up and happily runs away, and O and I talk about how T must have been humbled by his heavy experience. I feel inspired to take some mushrooms myself, which of course appear directly under me when I reach down to grab some. The dog comes over to me all happy and starts licking my nose while I'm laying on the ground waiting for them to kick in, and I wonder if she got a contact high from T. When I stand up everything is surrounded by rainbow auras and I'm starting to get heavy tracers, after I moved my arm there were three or four copies of it in different colors and levels of transparency. I follow O, T, and the dog into the laundry room and everything is starting to feel very dreamy (heh), then when I'm starting to feel some come-up energy building I turn around and walk away, and then I got woken up by the feeling.

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And there's that! Now I can get caught up to date with my next entry.

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I'm at my elementary/middle school again, though I recognize it as my old high school in the dream. At first, I'm meeting a handful of my current friends there. I ride up on my bike and see none of them have arrived. I feel the stares of several past classmates, reluctant to start a conversation with someone they were never really friends with in high school. I wait patiently as I notice a few of my crew walking up.

I turn around to notice several of my friends already present, waiting at a table for me. We chat for a while and then go on our way. As I'm walking around the campus, things seem normal though I feel as though I haven't been there in a while. I'm here to take a class I missed during my real high school years, as is everyone else. The only people walking around are people I know from the past.

I walk up to a new building. An auditorium with several people I recognize walking in. I assume this is the place I'm supposed to be and follow them in. As I sit down, I realize I'm wearing a dress, though I'm not ashamed of it. It's normal. A present friend of mine turns around and lets out a light chuckle as if I'm not ready for what we're going to be doing in class. I hear the professor welcome everyone to Singing class, and that everyone must perform before they leave.

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Sleep
Sleep: 2:00am
Wake: 10:00am
(Time: 8hrs | 5.3cycles)

Dreamsigns collected:
1. Futuritistic city
2. Giant buildings
3. High school with high schoolers

1. In a more futuristic-looking city. There are tall, metal buildings, and giant bridges in the sky that connect the buildings so cars can go across. The tracks were broken and twisted, curling off of their usual path, even looping upside down. One guy in a red car was going along the tracks of one of building, but falls off of the broken tracks, and crashes on the ground near me. I go over to him, and we talk about how those tracks need to be fixed.

2. I am looking at what seems to be the Earth from above, seeing only water below me. I am discussing things with others, listening to them talk mostly. To my right is the Pacific Ocean, and a long waterfall or waterway is ahead of me. I am imagine a country perpendicular to the waterfall, and me and the voices are discussing about moving the country more into the waterfall or not. We talk about it being in different spots before. There is another spot/island already in the waterfall.

3. I'm showering, and there happens to be a girl to the left of me. I'm in blue Hanes, and they're getting wet in the shower, and she grabs me and says "whoops." I tell her I'm really not interested, but I start to get a little excited, and end it.

4. -It's a beautiful riverbank, with people on both sides. I'm on one side, sitting down and playing the guitar. People are gathered around listening, and I decide to go to the other side for a walk. I get to the other side, and see my old drama teacher with the people I was with earlier on the other side.

-I somehow get on top of the roofs of the buildings on this side of the riverbank (or something – some way, I'm walking on something and can see both sides below me). I see lots of people on both sides. On the other side is the guitar, but I see the boat is on the other side as well, so I don't attempt to cross it. Suddenly, two people run by. It is dreamdimensions and his friend. DD has long, blonde, straight hair and is shirtless, muscular. It seems like they are out for a jog. His friend seems like a little kid, and I don't pay him much attention. As I thought of DD , I realized I needed some motivation and to improve. Another kid comes and gets me and brings me inside a building.

5. I skiped class for my second/other high school drama teacher. I was walking through the dining room, and my friends Jenn&Haley come out and are mad at me for missing class because they had to "rap it out," which is the reason I think I skipped the class. They said "rapping it out" was in the instruction plans, so they had to do it.

I was in school, or at work. I was chatting with a high school classmate, Giesel. He put another high school classmate, Nathan, on a special training at work, because he's failing. I heard that they're mostly on training most of the time instead of taking calls. I initially thought that's actually a good deal, but then I realized that eventually, they'll have to take calls full-time.

I was at home. Was talking with someone. Then I felt something in my mouth, and went to the kitchen sink. I spit out five or six teeth. Huge teeth. I collected them with my right hand. I threw them, either into the sink or the trash. Was about to go back when I felt a teeth on my upper right. It wasn't off yet, just loose. I couldn't close my mouth properly because it was protruding. I tried pushing it into position, but it fell off. It's another huge tooth. I threw it as well.

I went back to the living room, and talked to sis. I asked if I can court a classmate of hers. She said no, because "I" have responsibilities, and she particularly mentioned "sa likod...," roughly translated on my back or shoulder, "... pa sang bata" or including the baby. The translation doesn't make sense, but it's like she's saying I'm the one who should take care of her child.

Mom passed by and asked what we're talking about. I was already lying on the side on the sofa, hugging my knees, depressed. Sis told her it's about my "exploration."

Dream - Lucid

I was at my house, trying to get ready to leave for school. I was running a little behind. I had put on a navy polo and khaki pants, and couldn't find a belt. I went downstairs into the kitchen, and my mom was standing at the sink doing dishes. I asked her about a belt. I then noticed that she was wearing 3 belts: One across her stomach, and the other two closer to her chest. I called her out on it, and she gave me a belt, which I had trouble then deciding whether or not to really wear it. I put it through the belt loops, but thought it looked funny with my shirt hanging over it. I tucked in my shirt, and was very uncomfortable because it made my pants a lot tighter. I could barely breathe. So then I put it on my stomach like my mom had it. Hated that, so I just opted to put it where it was supposed to go and try not to worry about my shirt.

I then saw my brother and his girlfriend, Sarah, sitting at the kitchen table. Sarah was supposed to take us to school that morning, but just her and I. Not sure what my brother was doing. We got in her car, and she started to drive. We talked a little bit. I looked down at the clean seats, and they were black.

We were then back at the house for some reason. I looked at the clock, and it said it was 6:59am. I started flipping out, telling Sarah we were going to be late.

All of the sudden, we were at the school. It was my old high school. First period was about to start, but there was an event going on outside the choir room. We joined the crowd and watched some pop singers perform on a stage, though I kept having to move and stand on my tippy toes to see anything that was going on. It was a radio station that was doing a charity show that night. I was excited about going to that. I also thought to myself that most of the kids in school probably didn't know about this event, since it was a band/choir event.

First period was lingering closer. The crowd started to disperse. I started trying to locate Sarah again, when I saw Austin in the corner of my eye. He was wearing a red shirt. I spotted Sarah close to where Austin was and started to approach her. Austin then started to approach me. As I started to talk to Sarah, Austin came up to me. He touched my shoulder, and I looked up at him and told him hi. He then started to walk away towards the doors to the school. I was trying to get his attention to figure out what he wanted, but he just kept walking away until he opened the doors and left.

Then, Sarah and I saw that a lot of people had cookies. We turned around and started walking the other direction, when she spotted two tables set up full of different types of cookies. I wanted to grab a giant one, but I didn't see any left. We both grabbed plates and started to fill them up with different cookies. I broke a couple of pieces off and ate them. They were light, soft, and delicious sugar cookies with frosting and sprinkles.

Sarah was enthusing about the cookies, and then we both saw a plate of giant frosted cookies cut into different shapes. My plate was so full, I didn't know how I was going to eat all of those cookies. Oh well. I took a giant one anyway.

Then, I knew we were late to first period. I was trying to figure out whether or not I needed to go to the office to tell them I was there, or if I should just go to first period.

I was then outside. It was daytime. I don't remember who I was with now, but I was with someone else, a guy I believe. We were trying to climb a wire fence. We climbed up and up and up, and when I got to the top, I felt something sticky on the top bar of the fence. I didn't see anything weird there, but it kinda grossed me out. I still kept going, though. I climbed over to the other side of the fence and started to climb down.

I was walking through a city, designed much like the one in the game 'Bully'. I was my astral persona, a thinner version of myself, and had been searching for a guy from my IB Math Studies class last year. He had committed a crime, and was going to turn himself in. David was scared-I had found him once and he took off running, saying he didn't have a choice and just had to accept it.

I ran after him, running through the streets which were void of any other people. It was only the two of us in the entire city. I turned a corner, and found him walking towards the police station in a large courtyard, with only one break in the buildings as an entrance. I ran up to him, and he stopped walking, looking down at me. I kind of shrugged, saying I just wanted to hug him, to tell him things would be okay. He was crying, though trying not to show it, and hugged me tightly. I told him it would be okay, and he said, "I only wish this were my girlfriend instead," meaning her instead of me. I told him to just close his eyes and imagine it was her instead of me. When we pulled apart, I awoke.

I had visited my math teacher from high school on the 22nd, and she told me that David was on homecoming court, and currently suspended for 10 days for getting into it on the soccer field with a ref. He and the ref had previous issues, and the man wasn't supposed to even work a game David was playing in. He was quiet in class, a nice guy who sat across the room. Very, very attractive, and a soccer goalie on our varsity team. I barely spoke to him, but my math teacher was supposed to write something praising him, since he was on homecoming court, and couldn't think of anything that wouldn't contradict with the whole suspended-for-10-days thing.

Dream - Lucid

I was at work (wow it's been awhile since I've had a work dream), and Leslie, one of my coworkers, had baked "special" brownies and a "special" chocolate cake. Both looked fudgey, moist, and delicious. She had left them there. I remember them sitting behind the counter and I hoped that no one tried to sell them because they were, well, special.

I noticed while looking at the brownie pan that most of it had been eaten. I snuck a big handful of brownie and ate it. I hoped it would kick in soon.

I then was with some Indian guy. I had a big crush on him. I connected it to the dream I had the other night about an Indian/Middle Eastern guy trying to stab me. Romantic, right? Anyway, I saw it as a premonition on my part that I was going to fall in love with this guy. He was pretty attractive.

Then, I was at my old high school, walking down the band hallway. Tons of kids and some parents were there, going through their lockers. I think it was the last day of school, and they were cleaning out their lockers. I hoped that no one thought I was still in high school.

I was in high school. Classmates. We were gathering.

I recall Pchy and Mario Maurer as well.

9/12/11

DILD; DILD + DEILD

Recall: very poor

Notes: Both dreams were longer than a fragments, but I could not write the dream down for a few days.

The DEILD was interesting because I imagined the movement of the dream and I did it. This made me twitch my leg, but I still succeeded. I think the twitch actually helped my brain go into a dream.

I was in an open field fighting this guy. The ground was a tan color. I tried to make wolverine claws appear, but they would not. I tried reaching in my pockets and feeling a metal glove, but that didn't work either.

I was running around my high school trying to have sex. I probably started with around 15 girls and stopped for various reasons. (i.e. hotter girls or DEILD).