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So I guess this was a FA, because after the dream I woke up and the goonies was on TV. I wasn't even watching it, and my iPad was beside me.. When it wasn't, then I went back to sleep and I remember the balcony thing. Me and my friends went down stairs and we were in my house. We were just in the school. Then we went to my door way and there was a cop there, he was smash talking to my friend griffin and I said "hey dude back off, whats your problem". (no really whats his problem for yelling at him when he didn't do anything) he started yelling his head off at me and I laughed and looked away and said "haha what a loser". He was about to yell more then my mom came home and said to the cop "get out of my house right now" and she started talking gibberish like she was trash talking. Then my friends darius mom came to pick me up idk why, and it ended

I was at home (hometown?) and saw an old man through the window, and I thought, he shouldn't be here/there. And then, I must be dreaming! Immediately, the surrounding became darker, until I can't see anything but darkness. I was then inside our living room (hometown for sure), but surrounded by darkness, and crystalline sparks. I kept saying "Clarity" hoping that it will clear everything up, but it just got darker, and I just got confused. I also focused on breathing. As everything went dark, I thought, I must be waking up, but told myself, no way.

I was outside on the backyard. I felt like it was ours, but it doesn't look anything like it in real life. It was night or just dark. There's a small field for planting. JV's mom was working on it, tilling the soil, and I started to worry. Some things are out there that might cause harm. Some small things. After I secured my own mom, I dragged her to the sidelines and then I fought the small flying... thing. A small robot. It flew up what looked like an elevated garage. I kept focusing my powers of electricity to shoot it, but once I raised enough electricity, they turn into paper. I tried moving stuff with my mind instead. I raised metals and threw it at the robot. Eventually, I forgot all about the robot (which wasn't retaliating in any way) and I practiced my dream powers, trying to lift a heavy metal pipe with my mind. I kept failing, but eventually I succeeded, but not by much. I thought, This will be cool practicing this all the time now that I can lucid dream!

I was inside an abandoned building with others. It was night outside, and it was dark inside the building. We were avoiding some things. Bad things. Evil things. (Guh... so that's how Good Omens affect my writing...) We hurried to get out of the gate (invisible, which is quite silly) before something inside caught us. We didn't look back.

I was outside, still night. I looked back. I saw happy faces of my high school classmates (quite clear was JG's face) as if they just finished playing basketball.

Daylight. We're supposed to escape by climbing some sort of really tall statue that reaches way up in the clouds. A companion commented how there are some snakes up there now, which didn't happen before. A short scene near the beach (or the road near Victorias, where the road is elevated from the sugarcane fields on both sides): someone was walking on the fields. I was walking on the elevated area (road).

I was up on the statue. There's a platform where barrels and/or snakes roll out, and we have to jump over them and avoid them, which gets more difficult as the level increases. (I swear to gawd that's what I thought in the dream) There were monkeys somewhere here. At first I was just watching, but then I went into first-person view, and I slipped under the mouth/area where they barrels/snakes go out. I ended up outside a building, holding up a window. I had to, or else the whole factory (house like) will collapse, and all the white monkey workers inside will get crushed. After a while, I let go, and the monkeys were able to escape. The area felt provincial, like the areas I used pass by via Don Salvador Benedicto.

There's something about a chosen one, a child, but that part of the dream mostly escaped me.

Spoiler for WARNING: Violence:

I was reading a book. I'm reminded of Florante at Laura and the whole rhyming thingy. The cover's drawing looked like it was evenly spaced out trees on the water, but from a top view. It looked old, the book. I opened and read. There was a woman being threatened by a man (the drawings looked Old English, or something). The woman protected someone (the chosen one?) or some people, and the man threatened to tell the authorities (?) unless she has sex with him. I saw the line drawing in the book where the man was pushing the woman on the wall facing him, which represents him raping her (although both were clothed in the drawing, I felt the cries, despair and humiliation of the woman). Under the table very close to them are two figures hiding, one a child and the other another woman, presumably the mother. The woman was looking at them in the drawing, still protecting them. Although the rapist was looking in the hidden people's direction, it suggests that he didn't see them.

I was watching small girl (the chosen one?) talk to God (he looked and felt like the one on Facebook, but full-bodied). She was asking him questions and he answers her with funny responses. I forgot the details of the exchange.

NOTES:

I slept around 4 p.m.
I woke up around 5:44 p.m.
I meditated before falling asleep.
I was listening to Linkin Park (Hybrid Theory) and The Gorillaz playlists the whole day.
I thought about how the music I was listening to connects to my high-school memories.

Legend: Non-Lucid , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

TTT at Home:
I'm playing a game of TTT. Me and a friend of mine are in my room. Enemies are scattered around the house. My friend leaves my room and dies. Soon after, a sniper walks in and i manage to kill him. However, a team arrives and I'm quickly captured. Then my room suddenly turns into a classroom. I walk out into my hallway and start walking. As I pass one of the rooms, i see the teachers assistant doing work inside a shack in the room. I make it outside and start walking down a road. I drink some tea and start jogging. As i turn the corner, i see some friends of mine at a sort of fortress road block. I have an urge to pee so i start doing that and a biker comes around and gives me a weird look. Then a bike with no rider slides into the grass next to me with the rider running after it. I then head up to the fortress.

Nuclear Meltdown:
I'm inside a giant floating sphere somewhere above earth. Inside the sphere, Experiments are being done with nuclear materials. Something goes terribly wrong and i see a clock telling me how much time i have until an explosion happens. As the timer ticks down, i hear Asuka (that lady from evangelion) screaming in the background. I then get in a pod and eject at the last moment. The next scene, I get a zooming view at some sort of Hive structure in space. These are huge structures, this must be where a majority of people live. I then see a business man of high status in a futuristic, dark, and interesting room. He starts talking about the destruction of earth due to the reactor incident and simulates it by pouring his coffee all over a map. He says that the public doesn't need to worry about it now, they only need to see the aftermath.

Part one is a short one because part two is much, much more vivid. But anyways, I continue use of my MILD mantra before dozing off.

I'm watching basketball on television in a living room at what I feel like is my parents' house (I'm the only person in this dream). I'm also aware that I'm cooking something in the adjoining kitchen, so I'm not completely engrossed in the game.

In the basketball game, I know it's the Boston Celtics against the Miami Heat -- two teams that I root against. A lot of sequences involve LeBron James guarding Jason Terry (for the 99.9999% of you who don't watch the NBA, if this was a chess match, this is like watching a world-class chess player defending against a carrot), and Jason Terry is doing frustrating Jason Terry things that is frustrating because frustrating people is how frustrating Jason Terry frustrates. He's over-dribbling, driving into crowds, doing useless spins, putting up contested fadeaways... only it's all somehow fucking working. Seeing how I dislike Miami marginally more so than Boston, I root for the carrot despite my objections as a basketball fascist.

Anyways, I remember that I have a pot of broth on the stove; and when I go check, the broth is bubbling (but not going nuts). I manage the heat a little, and then I wake up.

The odd thing is, when I woke up at whatever dumb time it was, I got this overwhelming sense of melancholy about missing my parents, watching basketball, and cooking -- except that I stayed over at my parents house, watched basketball, and helped cook dinner that exact same night.

Hey, an entry that's in (relative) real-time!

I dreamed I was in my childhood home in Canada, during one of the more pleasant times. I'm in our living room with the fuzzy carpet, and I think I'm shifting between current me and the child me that would be appropriate during that time, i.e. I'd be my full adult height, but there was a moment when I'm scaling the couch like it was the Wall of Ice like I was 9 again.

I think either my mother or father was there, or some other parental figure that lent a sense of safety, though I never saw who it was. I just knew they were there. Either way, I suddenly am eating a plate of something sweet that I knew I really like, though the contents of it were not immediately made clear. As far as I could tell, they are solid, possibly some sort of baked bread treat? Doesn't matter, really, since I'm just happily enjoying the--

Oh my God FUCK jumping spider.

So, context: I'm usually cool with most creatures, but if a spider is in MY house, then they are the agents of Devil-Satan and pump not blood like you and me, but disease-filled goo that will permanently infect your home as a final act of fuck-you should you attempt to kill them. Again, no leap of logic here, but learning about spiders with R that same night probably caused them to haunt my dreams; but of all the much more pleasant things I could have dreamed about, my brain decided "No, it's gonna be spiders, because middle finger."

ANYWAYS, the spider is about the size of my palm, and is slightly more slender than a wolf spider. This type of spider is also translucent white with hints of red in their core, and Dream Knowledge tells me that not only do they drink blood, they'll turn completely red from it. They actually remind me a little of the Wraith Spiders from the Neverwinter Nights game, and this particular one wants my goddamned food.

I make a tactical retreat, but the spider follows me, and that parental figure is nowhere to be found. I go past the kitchen, into the formal dining room, get turned around, and head back to the living room again; another one of those Wraith Spiders is waiting for me. Fuck.

The new spider leaps up towards my plate, and I instinctively use my right hand to slap it away. I could feel and hear the impact, and was a bit like slapping a plastic spider toy away. The spider goes flying, but I know that now, aside from my food, it also craves revenge. Luckily, this sequence ends before I get my comeuppance.

Dream two was less spider-y, but much more vague and less memorable. As far as I can recall, I seem to be in an office setting, but I don't work at wherever this office is. Not sure why or what I'm doing there, but I woke up before I could do whatever it was I was going to do.

I dream of a really beautiful, tropical paradise, like the Hawaii scenery you'd see on postcards. The beach is perfect, and there is exotic fauna and grassy fields. Off in the distance I can see clear skies over sapphire-blue oceans. The ends of two islands frame the edge of my view, and they are equally lush and picturesque; but I know I'm on the "main" island where everyone wants to be. The colors in this world are way to crisp and vivid to possibly exist, like someone is drunk while playing with Photoshop.

I turn around, and there is a cliff/overhang that has the sun peaking through the top. A stream and pool bubbles at the bottom, and there is a small waterfall. I had to wade through some relatively thick foliage to get through to the edge of the pool, which is an emerald green. A path has already been made in the foliage to reach it. The sunbeam perfectly illuminates a set of wooden stairs that's built into the cliff, and I notice that the moisture gives the rocky walls a nice little glisten.

I walk up the stairs, and after reaching the top of the cliff, I am now on Woburn street, across the street from my friend P's house and next to the Haggen's grocery store. This is not at all an accurate map of my old home town. I turn around, and the cliff is gone, though I'm back on the same level as the grass area of the beach. It is now more of a park now, and I can see people playing. In the middle of the field is an asphalt basketball court, and my friend E is playing on it. I jog over to join him, but the dream fades before I could reach the court.

Dream two got pretty fun! I'm in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, but the people have regrouped to a Victorian steampunk setting. It's a clear, sunny and beautiful day, because I'm zipping around in my own goddammned-right-it's-an airship! The airships in the world comes in all shapes and sizes, and seem to be relatively common. I also know being in the air is much more preferable than living in the surface, because the surface is a harsh world of destruction and mutant monsters.

My gear seems to be inspired by WWI pilots. I know I have a scarf and goggles on, and I have what appears to be a bomber jacket. I also have two belts around my waist: one is around the belt loops of my pants, and carries some light gear, while another one hangs off it and holsters a Wild West-styled six-shooter, only I know it fires lasers in a shotgun-like spread that resemble golden needles despite me not once using it in my dream. I also have a large object strapped on my back with a handle, so I assume it's a thing I use to smash jerks who got into melee range; because that totally is common in aerial dogfights.

ANYWAYS, the airship I pilot is unique in that I operate it like a motorcycle, and is custom made by -- oh yes -- Nikola Tesla (David Bowie version) himself. First, in this world, Tesla is also kind of my employer/dispatcher, and I receive jobs from him via a communicator like the one Mr. House uses in Fallout. Second, when I realize that Tesla designed my airship, the balloon part of my ship gets damaged; I'm not sure if it's a malfunction, or did someone shoot me, but either way, I say something lame to the effects of "time for plan B!" and transform my ship into an electric hovercraft like the ones used in The Matrix, complete with the electric coils. The ship is supported in the air by the electricity that ropes out, and my ship "swings" from these beams. I dive down towards the surface because NOW I'm sure I am being chased, but this sequence fades as I'm diving.

In my heart of hearts, I like to think my dream self is being challenged by my Thomas Edison-supported rival in a race across the world, and the ensuing awesome can't be comprehended until I shed my physical form.

Dream Fragment 1:
I see a message from Josh D. It says that he has a plan. (This is why he said Na, to picking me up)

Dream Fragment 2:
I am standing in the kitchen with my Dad and RP. We're watching UFC related stuff on TV. Dad is comparing all the fighters to people he thinks looks like them. It goes to the panel. I'm tempted to put the main card fight on, but figure maybe they want to watch the lead up. Dad says to RP that he's going to play some Star Trek MOD, and won't be too long before he comes back. I now know Dad was bored of the lead up and was going change it over to the fights.

I'm in my garage and I can see my Brother and my Dad on a scaffold. Brother asks me to make him some mixture out of water and flower. I see a scene of 3 balls of dough.

I'm in my house searching for items and I have a hard time getting things sorted. I look down and realize my pants are down to my ankles. I walk passed my Dad with my pants down, and it feels somewhat normal for me to be doing this.

I'm in my TV room and I'm mixing up ingredients in a big bowl. I look over to the rumpus room and see Dad and brother working. I look into the bowl and notice I'm mixing peanut butter with water, which is making me a bit confused. I hear a knock on the back door, so I go and see who it is. It's my neighbor, so I let him inside. He walks over to the couch and starts fixing up all the cushions. I tell him that it must get annoying seeing the couch like that on a regular basis. I notice Dad hasn't acknowledged the neighbor at all. Neighbor finishes making the couch and now lifts up his leg and farts. We hardly know the guy and he seems to be very comfortable around us.

I'm at my house in my dads lounge room. I see Christmas tree's with decoration on them, that fill the room. Eddy I is with me, and I tell him this is year round, as I look towards the tree.

I'm at my primary school. I see a big tracker or grater. It's going up and down quite aggressively, pushing dirt. It's quite close to me and I hear my Dad say that he better be careful. I see the grater full down a ditch, on it's side. It's leaning on what I think is my house, but it's a class room. I walk over to the grater to have a closer look.

I'm now near the brick wall where we used to play cricket, where I see the grater. Myself and Dad see the man come out of his grater. He looks young, tall and fat. Dad starts to raise his voice towards the man, and I step in and try and settle him down. Dad asks the driver about the cartons. The driver says that pictures can be submitted to the milk companies, and they put the photo on the milk carton. The driver explains something about a killer being on the carton. I ask him can you put any pictures on there? like a dick? He says no. but you can put a girl with her fingers in her vagina. The driver is now making a sandwich. I see all types of ingredient and see him spread some onion cream on them. He has made them for us before we leave.

I'm now with my Dad, in a shopping center. We are walking with our sandwiches in hand. I take a bite, and it tastes good.

10/16/2013

Dream 1:

I was in a town. I went to U's house for some reason. He was cool with me just walking into his house and room and all. He said hi to me and continued on with what he was doing. I left his house after I walked into U's room. His room was dark, with a lot of hanging blankets all over the place. There was also a bunk bed and a desktop computer. That's all I remember from the dream.

Dream 2:

I remember I was in my basement, watching movies with my family. I watched a total of three movies.

Dream 3:

I broke into a military base with tall buildings. That's all I remember.

I'm just outside the front gate in front of my home. I'm going inside one of the families' cars and going to be waiting for the rest of my family to get inside. It's going to take them a while for all of them to get in.

I waited a bit longer but they still didn't show up. I then decided to start the car up making it easier for us to ride on the road already. Suddenly, something happens. A few seconds after I turn the car on, the car began moving. It moved in reverse for a few seconds and the mirrors on the front seat passenger's side was torn apart by a nearby wall. I was in trouble.

I immediately took control of the wheel to try and get the car to stop. Unfortunately for me I have a tendency to afraid of being insides cars in dreams. The car begins to take off by itself. I begin to worry, but still, I must make sure I do not crash as bad as I did before.

The car begins to ride itself down the road and I begin to panic. I have always been afraid of being left alone in a car in dreams. While inside this moving car, its speed begins to increase. There were a few cars coming my way but I tried my best to get out of their way. I hit a few other obstacles on the way such as trashcans.

I eventually found out this wasn't real but I was not fully lucid. I then began to think. There's a good chance that I may die now and if that's a possibility, I'm going to make sure I crash in to Trinh's home.

The car begins to go as fast as it can and eventually I knew I was going to die soon. I felt a sense of adrenaline and excitement, almost as if I wasn't afraid to die. I was soon able to see Trinh's house. Before the car could reach the home, I closed my eyes and began to think it was a mistake. I wanted to wake up, and so I did.

9/15/2013, 10:05-5:50

I got off the computer at 8:25 last night. Didn't meditate, too busy talking with my family. Went to sleep at like 10:05, couldn't fall asleep till 11:00.

Dream 1:

I was in a town, and there was an arena in it. I went into the arena and forgot the rest of what happened. There was also the number 20 somewhere.

Wake-up (3:42):

Got up to go to the bathroom and drink some water. Thought about having an LD and stayed up for 3 minutes till 3:45 (numbers are in order ). Then, I fell asleep around 15 minutes later, and had a "lucid moment". Woke up a few seconds afterwards, probably too excited.

Dream 2:

This one was pretty long. I was in a barn at first. Well, a barn that was somehow turned into a bar. I saw these four suspicious people. They were all fat; really fat. One was an Indian guy, another was African-American guy. There was also a fat white woman, and a fat white guy with glasses. They were all staring at me and talking to each other.

So I left the bar and met my dad. We went to someone's house (a redneck-ish person) that looked EXACTLY like mine! Dad and I stayed there for a few hours, talking with the guy. There was also this cute curly blond daughter the guy had. I think I talked to her. All was well when, eventually, I saw the four fat people again! They were on the back deck of the house. My dad and the redneck guy were in the living room, talking, while I was with his daughter standing, staring at the 4 trespassers. They tried to quickly open the sliding screen door, but I quickly locked it with every lock there was (which, apparently, was that driving lock thing and three regular door locks on the side, more than it actually has). The 4 people then got angry, and entered the house through a secret door that I NEVER NOTICED before (sarcasm) that somehow went into the basement. I started screaming, "THEY'RE IN THE BASEMENT! THEY'RE IN THE BASEMENT!" Our parents and us quickly got up and went into the master bedroom. The redneck guy was trying to open the gun safe, when the four fat people came into the room, each carrying a pistol.

The Indian guy then started pointing his gun at everyone, along with the white guy. The Indian was talking about something, probably to do with this being a robbery. He pointed his pistol at me, saying, "I'll shoot him!" (or something to that effect) and I then crossed my arms and rolled to the side, thinking he doesn't know where my chest is, if he shot me (lol what the heck was I thinking?). I then realized my arms were crossed and put them behind my back, palm in palm against the wall. My dad then said, "Okay. Let's go sit in the living room and negotiate something." (or, again, something like that) and all the adults left, leaving me and the girl in the bedroom.

I tried to open the gun safe. It had a fairly sharp point at the top, and the top number was 2000! I then saw the girl go into the closet. I asked, "Why you going in there?" She said, "I don't want them finding me when I come back." I then decided to climb in with her. I then got this feeling we were gonna end up making out, and the dream ended.

My house was wider than usual and there were way more windows along the front than there should be. Every one of them had an AC unit to which my father was attaching wrought iron spiked grates. I went out and started to argue that the zombies could use the grates as hand holds to climb on or rip off the AC units. He said that wouldn't happen.

I then turned around and saw two zombies in our yard. I picked up a 2 x 2 board and gave one of the zombies an experimental smack on the head. It didn't seem to care and they both just slowly started to walk towards me. I kept hitting them and even started trying to stab them with the board as if it were a spear, but none of this had any effect.

My dad seemed amused by this and told me that they can't be killed that easily, and that a large group of them would be an unstoppable force. We went inside and it started getting dark. I don't remember much more other than being frustrated because all the doors, including the front door, kept opening somehow and everyone else was sleeping. (doors often fail me in my dreams. -_-)

~FRAGMENT: This was a longer dream, however all I remember is that I was at my cousins' neighborhood, and there was a basketball hoop that also had some hole underneath it where you are supposed to throw balloons. I was good at the balloon throwing part, and my cousin was owning the basketball part.

(Copied from Workbook)August 29, 2013
Method: MILD & WBTB (DILD)
Total sleep time 8 1/2
Legend: RED LUCID

Thank you GOD...Success!

Ok, you may think that I am over reacting, but I have been in a (dare I say it out loud?)...dry spell. I was dreaming that I was walking around someone's house and I did a RC to see if I can go through a wall and I did! I calmed down and stabilized the dream by focusing on my surroundings. I came out of the wall still in the same room as on the other side. I wanted to remember my task regarding how the wall felt so, I went back through the wall, but this time slowly. My task is to described how it felt and the only thing I can think of as a comparison is attempting to go through a wet sponge...not really wet, but there was some type of thick resistance. My next goal was to fly so I imagined I was Superman (arm pointed upward and all ) and told myself to fly. I did fly, but I didn't go far and I slowly floated back down like a feather and I started to wake up from I guess all of my dream movement. I did go back into my body, but I DEILD myself back out. Once out my mind started to go everywhere (as far as what can I accomplish now?) and I tried to stay on task. I looked around my surrounding for stabilization and grounded my dream on paying attention to this old fashioned gold scuba helmut sitting on the floor...weird? For some reason this reminded me of the TOTM to ask a DC the meaning of life. Just my luck there was no DC to be found! I looked and looked and I even tried to make the scuba helmut magically turn into a DC to ask the question...but nothing. Frustrated, I made an attempt to fly out of there but I woke up again. "Okay you," I think to myself. "Third times the charm!" I DEILDed my way out and was just floating right above my physical body and couldn't do a damn thing anymore so I gave up and woke myself up!

Note: I'm thankful for this experience. Every fail is a potential an opportunity to learn!

I was in our hometown. I was online. Suddenly, mom asked if I can buy something (food called laswa) from the store. I exploded, asking why she's asking me to do this when she just came from the store this morning. She replied calmly and reasonably that they don't cook it that early, and they should have it by now. I was still mad, wondering aloud why buy that particular food in the first place. I replied that I'l just finish something on the computer or Twitter, and I was also eating.

I hurried to finish something on Twitter because I felt that she's going to leave already. I went out to find she did. I angrily said that I said I'll just finish whatever I was doing. It was afternoon. Found my sister and asked about mom. It was night. Found mom still within ear shot at the corner, and called out to her. She paused and looked back, asking what is it. She looked unsure and went back. I also wondered why my sister was there, and since she's there, why didn't she buy the food. Mom arrived. We talked. I asked sister if she has work. She said something about resting and a buy-back scheme with her work, that after she worked a number of years (five?), she can rest for a bit (vacation?), and store the value of her work. She can then just return for her work in the future, or the company can buy it from her for a certain amount. I thought of a way to make it a good investment scheme.