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I was waiting in line or something trying to register myself as a character for the LD Video Game.

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I was back at school in a class with my head on the desk. I was asleep. I knew I had to wake up to get to my own class. I was already late, so I made myself wake up. I was scared about getting into my class late.

I got up and as I walked out, I looked at the teacher. She didn't look at me. As I looked for my class, I said hi to an old acquaintance by his last name "Zski" (though I used his complete last name). I said hello to an old teacher "Mrs. Jpe" (used real last name), and I gave her a hug. I saw an old friend "Swn Tnnt." I was nervous that I couldn't find my class room. What was I, stupid?

The End
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I was walking along outside when I saw a large trash can--the type supplied by trash companies.

The lid was open and there was a girl about 5 yrs old, and two babies in the trash. They were sleeping--kind of. I was terrified for them. Someone with me stood up inside the trash can.

I told the DC to be careful a few times, but he/she kept almost stepping on the head of one of the babies. Finally they weren't standing in the trash can anymore.

I asked the girl who was the care taker of the babies if they wouldn't rather just sleep outside in nature, but I realized that that could be dangerous

I was thinking about helping them somehow. Then there were only two girls and they were older now. One took off her pants the way entertainers do with special pants designed to come completely away by ripping them off. Both were cute.

Then I was with my brother I think. He climbed into the back of a pup-truck and I followed. I told him he shouldn't sit on the tail gate, but he wouldn't listen. I don't really know where we were going.

The End

I befriended a black man named Bob. At first, he seemed pretty normal… I understood that a number of people I knew on campus had warned me not to associate with him, but I didn’t see what the problem was. He said he would show me his house. Instead of taking me to a residential area, he led me to the shore of the Chicago River where he had a mat of old, hardened newspapers set up under a bridge. I quickly observed that he was homeless. Immediately, I lost interest in the friendship; my positive experiences with homeless individuals were few and far between. I stared at the long since faded ink on the newspapers as I pondered a way to lose Bob. He would follow me if I tried a normal method of escape. I came up with a plan – I would take the train! Since he was homeless, he probably couldn’t pay the train fare. While I finalized the plan in my head, Bob asked me about random people. I didn’t understand his questions, but I soon figured out why – he thought the people were standing there with us! Bob was having serious hallucinations. I was glad I had figured out a way to distance myself from him… That wasn’t the sort of company I needed. When I told Bob I was going to the train station, he said he knew a shortcut. Rather than insist on just walking to the nearest one (the Green Line was only a few blocks away), I gave in and followed him.

The dream jumped. I was in an underground passage, following Bob with next to no idea where we would surface. He stopped me before a ladder and asked if I was sure about going on the train. Something about it frightened him. I insisted on continuing. I needed to get somewhere, I said. Bob started growling to himself in rage, but he cooperated. He had to release at least ten trap doors on the way up. These were intended to lock people out of his secret passage. He complained the whole way up about trains. When we emerged, I was stunned. We were on a train platform. My plan had been completely foiled by Bob’s clever shortcut… Of course he wouldn’t pay the fare – he could just skip the entrance! A quick look around revealed that we were on the Green Line, but a bit further west of the river. I wasn’t going to lose him so easily, it seemed… Surely, he wouldn’t be able to follow me onto a bus to the suburbs. He couldn’t tunnel his way into that one. I got on the next train to arrive and sat down close to the operator in case of an emergency. I still wasn’t sure what to expect from Bob. He took the seat next to me. As soon as the train started moving, he burst into sobs. This drew quite a few stares, but I let him cry. I did my best to seem like I didn’t know the guy. This continued for a few awkward minutes before he calmed down. He asked if I liked his new boots. Confused, I stared at his feet. He was wearing sneakers, not boots. He showed me his hands, and I realized he was supposed to be holding something. He was hallucinating a pair of fine boots.

“Oh… Yeah, they’re very nice,” I said in a kind voice. I came up with some kind of oxymoron to describe them, and he doubled over in laughter. I sensed that he might be on drugs. He was one of those people who don’t breathe when they laugh, so his chuckling was coupled with wheezing noises. Another black man walked up to us during this fit of laughter. He was wearing a baggy, black jacket, baggy jeans, and white sneakers. He was also half-wearing a baseball cap; it looked like it might tumble off his dreadlocks any moment.

“Shut up!” he shouted at Bob. He continued with a stream of vulgar, obscene name-calling before finally calling us both annoying. I tried again to pretend I didn’t know Bob, but the association had been made. I suddenly realized I was blind. It didn’t bother me much for some reason… I focused on what I could hear of the situation. The vulgar man came over to me and put his hand on my head. I’d rather not transcribe verbatim the ultimatum he gave Bob, but in essence, he wanted me to publicly pleasure him, and Bob had ten seconds to convince me to do it. I wasn’t going to have any of this. I teleported to the other end of the next train car over and pressed the emergency assistance button. I could see into the first car from my current position.

“There’s someone dangerous on the train,” I said. The guy stared at me from the first car with wide eyes. He started walking toward the second car.

“Attention, passengers…” an automated voice began over the intercom. “A dangerous customer has been identified. For your safety, lease be watchful for threats to yourself and others as we work toward removal.”

“He’s on the second train car,” I told the operator through the assistance system. The guy was approaching me in long strides. Instead of attacking me as I expected him to, the guy brushed past me on the way to the next car. “Make that the third,” I said. “He’s trying to get away.” The train stopped at the next station, and a bunch of people got off. I kept an eye out for the guy who threatened me and Bob, but I didn’t see him.

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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

1:30

Fake guru demon tries to recruit me
My aunt Lisa and a friend were seeing some “guru” and insisting with me that I should meet him. One day they set me up and I found myself in one of his group sessions. I made an effort not to be judgmental, but soon I realized he had nothing really wise to say, but he was quite good at manipulating and controlling weaker minds. He realized I was different, but believed I could also be bent. He was trying to seduce me, touching me whenever he could, trying to put me under his control and for some tiny moments I felt myself letting go and playing along, but I would always break the spell. I wanted to stay long enough to be able to expose him as a fraud and a danger.
Some day, after a lot of blah-blah about tolerance and love to all beings he gave us a task of going to meet and talk to some Nazi group. I almost found it a noble idea, but as we were talking to them, I felt my companions were actually dropping guard and becoming desensitized about these guys and their ideas. When they interrogated me to find out if I was a Jew and making absolutely disgusting comments about other people, I felt that there are limits to whom and in what situations you offer your friendly support. This was just being tolerant towards evil. So I left.
My aunt and friends presented complaints to their “guru” about my “intolerant” behavior and he wanted to speak privately with me. Everybody left, except some older guy who simply wanted me out of the group and he had asked him to stay.
He then told me he wanted me for his partner. He felt my power was great and he wanted me as his ally. He told me the others were just ants compared to us and together we could achieve so much. (I become semi-lucid) He then showed his real demonic self. To demonstrate his power and how he wouldn’t tolerate those who criticized me, he tried to crush the older man by throwing an heavy cabinet over him through telekinesis. I also used telekinesis to prevent it from crushing the man. He was terrified and disoriented. I put him in a safe corner and myself in front of him to protect him. The fake guru threatened to kill me if I wouldn’t join him, but I told him I wasn’t afraid of him and that he was worth nothing. The more I told him he was weak and unimportant and reducing my anger and fear towards him, the more he was becoming dust, until I could blow him apart. The sky outside become stormy and I felt that he wasn’t dead yet, just weaker, but that he would continue stalking me in dreams.
Later I’m with my mother and I’m feeling very tired. She notices and asks me if I’m sick. I admit being tired but I tell her its only normal, because of my mission to fight the dark forces even in dreams, which leaves me sometimes temporarily exhausted, but I assure her, always stronger than before.

5:00

Homeless
With a group which is providing support to homeless people, but I feel they are in it for the publicity and not for the sake of it. I then encounter a very old man, so skinny and weak and I wonder how could they have left him reach that point. I offer him some comfort.

7:10

Fighting a giant lioness
I was at some room with two long benches and people sitting face to face, which transformed into a shuttle that was moving through some really thick forest. It then stopped when we saw some people outside, terrorized, asking for help. We allowed them in and they told us their village was being attacked by a giant creature and they wanted to go far away from there. Unfortunately the shuttle is on an automated route and won’t change course. We go through the village and as we cross it, I see half destroyed and deserted houses. We’re all silent, looking through the windows, trying to catch a glimpse of the monster, when I spot a giant lioness resting over what seems a bent down bridge. She jumps and runs after the shuttle. She rips it with her giant claws and everybody inside falls of. I am miraculously still inside it. It now looks like a tin ball and the lioness is playing with it. When it bounces in the air, I manage to escape to outside and try to fly away, but she knocks me down with a jump. We fight and she chases me as I take cover on a house. I manage to lock her up inside the house somehow and escape through a window.
I come back later to find the villagers recovering. I ask for the lioness and they don’t know. A local shaman, dressed in animal skins and bones, goes inside the house where I left her trapped and with no words at all, shows me she like disappeared on air and never came back again.

8:15

After remembering no dreams for many months, I finally have not only a dream, but a long and detailed dream.


This dream starts off in a huge grocery store filled with fresh produce. Some of the aisles and sections of the store are dirt patches that are growing the actual produce. There are many young people working the fields and organizing the aisles as the place has just opened for the first time. The owner, a middle aged man in deniem overalls and a green plaid shirt is at the entrance of the store brainstorming several ideas about making this unique store more accessable and interactive with customers, like letting them harvest their own produce and things like that. There were many interesting and varied ideas but I have forgotten what most of them were.

I enter the store and beeline for the potatoe patch near the front. I have a basket with me and fill it with dirt and then place a line of potatoes, slanted diagonally, on the top, before coving them with dirt. I head for the cola aisle but I cannot get through because many cases of cola have fallen on the floor in a big pile and are blocking the way. All of the cola cases were coloured purple but it was diet colda, not grape cola, that were in the boxes. A bored looking young man is there slowing restacking the boxes but he seems very unenthusiastic about his job and ignores me when I ask if there is another way to get around the pile.

I head back to the front of the store to look at some more vegatables but something happens (I cannot remember what now) which triggers by post-traumatic stress and I fall on my back to the floor. I am conscious, but paralyzed with fear and unresponsive to the curious crowd that gathers around me. No one makes any effort to help me and one young man takes a picture with his camera phone before two young woman enter the store, see what is going on, and carry me to a more secluded spot to recover. I can hear them talking and for some reason they know exactly what has happened to me and know all about my past and post-traumatic stress. One of the young woman is dressed in a "goth" style while the other is dressed like a punk rocker. Though I do not recognize them from anyone I know in real life, in the dream I felt very close to them like I had known them for a long time.

The dream scene changes and it is suddenly night time and we are on a hill, under a broken and abandoned railway bridge in a small town that I do not recognize. The two girls and I are still together but we have grown younger by about eight to ten years and are now children, even though we are still dressed the same. The three of us are street children and are playing amdist the abandoned scaffolding once put up in an effort to repair the bridge, a project long since abandoned. We are not the ony homeless children in the area as there are many running around, but my two friends and I are "new" and don't really know any of the other children yet. Despite being alone in the dark, we are playing carefree. I am on the hill, under some scaffording near the traintracks when a bright light down the tracks catches my attention. I can see the headlight of a large locomotive making its way over the horizon towards the broken bridge. I can see the outline of a long train behind the light, can hear the rumble of the engine, and feel the shaking of the ground, but no one else can see the train and they continue to play as if nothing is there. I become terrified and my post-traumatic stress kicks in and I fall to the ground paralyzed with fear like I did back in the farm grocery store. I do not consciously think it in the dream but I can sense that the approaching ghost train represents something dark from my past and that is what triggers my pts, not the thought of the trains crashing on the broken bridge.

Some children gather around me, including my two friends, but this time they do not realize what is wrong with me. They try to rouse me with teasing and stuff but I am completely paraylayzed, though I am concious and can see and hear everything around me, and I cannot respond. As the train that no one else can see gets closer my feelings of terror and dread grows. As the train passes group of teenagers wanders in from somewhere and one of the boys in the group takes a picture of me laying on the ground because I am so unresponsive and pale that he thinks I am dead. He and his friends are laughing about all the damn homeless kids in the area but the children get defensinve and chase off the teenagers afterwards by ganging up and throwing rocks and debris. As the teens run off the ghost train hits the broken bridge and crashes into the river below, taking half of the bridge with it. I can see, hear and feel everything and it is so overwhelming that I feel like my soul is being extinguished by the terrifying experience. Though the other children could not see or hear the train approaching it suddenly becomes real to them as it crashes into the bridge and they all flee in terror from the twisting metal and train cars piling up on one another under the bridge.

My eyes finally close and I think I pass out or die from fright but I can still hear and feel the train crashing into the river. When what seems like an eternity of the ground violently shaking and the sound of screaming metal finally passes and I open my eyes and can finally move my body again. My friends and some other children are gathered around me trying to wake me up and they want to know why I passed out. I look around and the train is gone and the bridge is back to the way it was before the crash. The night is quiet and still and there is no evidence that there was a train at all. My friends said that I was playing under the scafforlding when I suddenly passed out and they could not wake me for several minutes. Though there is now no train or any physical evidence of it I know my experience of it was real because the memory of it is so vivid in my mind and the numbing terror that I felt is still lingering in my heart and body.

There is a bit more to this dream, something about riding the tops of cars around town, stealing food, and three fire engines driving off or crashing into the broken train bridge, but the details have become to blurred and I cannot remember them.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG

23:00 GMT

Painting in group
With some people working on something, split in groups of 4 people. We’re preparing paints – each group prepares 2 colours but we’ll all share it. Each group has to make a painting, but for that first we need to agree on the subject and then somehow combine each individual style. I picture it won’t be easy. I notice a very interesting girl and also a guy, whose profiles are just amazing and I propose we paint their profile portraits. But my proposal is totally ignored and my 3 colleagues are already sketching something totally different for which they didn’t even ask my opinion. But they were the majority, so I let them. It wasn’t till I actually see the drawing that I got really disappointed. It was some drawing of a hill with trees and houses, but very badly drawn, like the guy who did it had no talent whatsoever to drawing. I decide to go to toilet.
I then realise we’re on my late grandma’s house. I feel her presence very strongly and I say out loud that I miss her. For a brief moment I was lucid, but then I simply went to pee. I noticed in the end that there was no bathroom door and I felt surprised that this doesn’t disturb me at all although there are these people around in the house. Then a brief moment of lucidity again. One guy just passes by, tells me something all smiley and goes meet the other guys on the living room. I hear the others joking about a potential romance between us two and I feel they are totally deluded.

Feeling insecure on a park
After the previous events, I’m on the exterior and I sense it might be in London or in Brussels. I’m near a park and looking for a spot to plant some seeds. I walk over some brick wall, I step on some leaf covered ground, but don’t like any spot. Then I see a tall iron gate entrance for a more reserved area and decide to take a peek. It leads to some alley but then I see two guys approaching with a suspicious look, seeming interested that I’m walking that way, so I give up on my intent and just go around this area.
Later at night I come back to this place, this time with company and also there are more people actually going across this alley, so I feel safer. Strangely, I conclude this alley is home of many homeless people, which gives it still a bit of sinister feeling. But then I stumble on my own wallet on the floor – I hadn’t even missed it! I check it and all documents and money are there. I am surprised that being so afraid of people’s intentions on this area, not one of them had taken my wallet – of course they could have not seen it, but I felt they simply didn’t want to pick it up.

Brussels and parkour
With my BF and it’s definitely in Brussels. We only have one day there so I ask him what he wishes to visit. I suggest taking a tram to the Africa Museum, because the tour to get there is already very nice, but then we can visit the beautiful park around it. But then he mentions he hasn’t even seen the city centre and I agree he should do that.
Later I’m (we’re?) watching a parkour competition. The contesters have to climb and do their tricks up and down a very narrow and tall building, very art nouveau, with lots of structures on the façade. I am delighted watching the skilled people competing and say to a friend I would definitely love to learn to do this. Then a fat girl from the group I am with surprises me by also competing. I think “if she can do it, why shouldn’t I?”

6:40 GMT

key: not a dream non-lucid lucid dream

Okay well I have to write this down, but I didn't have it last night.

I'm standing in the back of the church I went to for most of my life, I moved and never go there anymore, but I don't think about my presence at the church. I see one of my friends, Meaghan, in the church with us and she's wearing a knee-length light blue dress with a flower pattern. I think to myself that her being here is unusual, because she's an atheist. I wonder about it for a little while but don't become lucid. She goes to my dad and shakes hands with him as she starts a conversation that I can't hear.

I can't remember any of that certain part, but I remember this next part in the same dream :

I am standing at the top of a staircase at the church, not a very large one, but a staircase. I am with Meaghan again, but this time we are with our friend Jade. I sit down at the very top of the staircase, my feet on the first step going down. Then suddenly Jade is behind me with her hands on my shoulders, I feel her trying to push me down the staircase.
"You've got to try this, Jesse!" she says, laughing.
All the while both Meaghan & I are yelling "No! Jade stop! Stop!!". I'm grabbing the railing on both sides of the staircase, fighting against Jade, because I don't want to be pushed down the stairs. Then she succeeds, and as I am falling down the stairs the stairs turn into a large red slide, and the scenery around me changes from the church to a playground on the outside of the church. I come off the slide and Jade is standing near the side of the slide (LOL. SIDE OF THE SLIDE.), she's laughing and says "Now that wasn't too bad was it??" I start laughing and say, "No, it wasn't!"

Another remembered part in the same dream:

Me, Meaghan, and Jade are in Wal-Mart. It's nightttime. We pick up random objects although we have no money. We're homeless. I see Christmas objects all around, and I somehow know that it is dark and snowy outside. We run into a woman with a cart and a Wal-Mart vest -- she works there. We tell her we need these things from the store, but we have no money because we are homeless. She starts crying and says how it's only part of the Christmas feeling to help homeless children. She sets us up a large airmattress with warm blankets for us to sleep on in the backroom.

I really enjoyed this dream, I'm not sure why. It was interesting, and memorable.
Again, not sure why...

Missed Dream Signs:
-It's July, not December. The snow and Christmas merchandise made no sense.
-Meaghan is atheist, and she's at church with me.
-I am not homeless..
-The staircase inside the church was not an actual part of the church.

Oh I wish I would of become lucid....perhaps next time...

i don't remember the beginning, but what I do remember starts here:
I was chasing after the guy who broke into my house. someone recently broke into my house and stole my Xbox and I'm REALLY pissed I realized I could just hold the attack button and do a dashing move to catch him. Oblivion's the only game i have on my PC. Needless to say Ive been playing it a lot lol. I hit him to the ground and flipped him over to see who it was, (I think one of my old "friends" stole my xbox, but I'm not quite sure.) only to find out he had no face. At first I was like "WTF", but then I realized I must be dreaming. I did my normal dream stabilize routine then took flight headed for the city. My current goal is still to burn it to the ground. When I got there a homeless guy called me over to his street corner. I'd seen him in previous dreams. He asked me if I knew I was dreaming. I answered yes and he said he had something to show me. We flew (so far he is the only DC I've seen fly) to the Shivering Isles. As we were walking through the realm of Mania we came a cross a giant camel spider. I am horribly arachnophobic especially with camel spider. I started to run, but the guy told me to help him fight it. Suddenly realizing I had a sword, I charged and began to attack the beast with the help of my new friend (and possible DG...?). After that we kept walking; he said he had something to show me at New Sheoth Palace, but befor we could get there, I woke up.

Now that i think about it he looked kind of like Sheogorath with a much bigger beard

Morning of March 17, 1997. Monday.



This was a vivid dream of getting packages in the mail as well as being aware there are many older unopened ones. One is filled with jellylike candy.

The other packages are related to some sort of subscription in eventually building robotic animals. There are many parts of different birds that have to be built into “real” birds but which remain primarily statue-like. The heads do have veins and gore hanging from the necks but when attached in the kit, they make birdlike sounds. At one point in the background, our son seems to be in a cage for his protection from the larger mechanical or electronic parts in the room, though this does not feature more clearly.

I soon notice a large bear head that also has veins and flesh hanging from the neck. It also has a couple white plastic tubes and metallic cables connected to it. The head is somehow “alive” and “breathing” with a clicking sound. Some tubes come out of the side of the head as well.

There are also two parts of the top part of a bear’s body; front and back “shells” with possibly real bear skin and fur and there are also attachable bear “arms” (front legs) and paws. I tell my wife to move away as I am ready to build the “bear droid”, as I do not feel fully safe with the kit, which was apparently a free year’s subscription from a cheap multilevel-marketing company which is also likely involved in scams. The front and back skins zip together at the sides when the sections are attached. The bear head actually complains about how long it is taking me to complete his form. I let it believe what it wants to, due to not feeling safe in contradicting anything it claims about the scenario.

I ask the bear head if it needs food but it says no; it apparently does not need organic food to function (though it may need fuel or batteries at one point - I am not sure and do not ask). I attach the head to the upper torso and eventually realize that there are no bottom section parts in the house - and the electronic or mechanical torso is not complete yet (apparently relative to missing parts of the longer subscription that have not yet arrived). They may not even send the rest of the parts due to postal rates rising or the subscription running out. When mostly complete on the top, it tries to lick or “kiss” me at one point but I move away. I am not sure if it is just being playful, but I am somewhat aggravated and am wondering about its “programmable” nature and why there would be built-in annoying subroutines as such. My wife seems somewhat worried about the whole idea of a mechanical bear “droid” or even a realistic though mostly stationary model being in the house. Thus far, it cannot walk around (at least very well) at any rate and seems slightly top-heavy relative to its incompleteness.

At one point, there is a knife in its paw which I take away without any difficulty and from there, I cut the head vertically in half, having had enough doubt about the whole works - and it then complains that I do not like it - almost as if it is personal. The “bird droids” make a fuss as I cut the rest of it up into pieces as if there is some sort of link (though I do not intend to destroy or even damage the birds). I awake with the sound of louder birds in real life.

Morning of November 6, 1996. Wednesday.



I opened one of my journals randomly and noticed that it included the usual instance of precognition (of which I did not always record in detail as it was too common - in fact, there were days when it was almost continuous on a conscious level, but spontaneous and usually impersonal).

I have that November 6th (Wednesday) in 1996 was a “good day” but had recorded a strangely negative dream of being a homeless person; an “old drunk”, I think (which is about as far from my real nature as conceivably possible) of a completely different background (white Australian, I think), and being yelled at by a Korean woman from a nearby church mission. I do not understand what she is saying. I am mostly sleeping on the sidewalks in a larger city - not exactly sure where, perhaps Sydney. There was no reason for me to have dreamt this.

On the next day, Thursday, November 7, 1996 - I had gotten a completely unexpected missionary-type letter from a Korean church. We had not gotten any other letters of this nature and we had not been living there at that address that long. Normally, though, precognition of this particular nature unfolds within the same day, often an hour or two after waking. Similar events have happened often before throughout my life, sometimes involving me taking on the odd emotions and ideas of a letter or cassette tape I had not gotten yet and did not know was on its way. In one case, I actually found myself inexplicably yelling about something (I did not even seem to be “me” at all in mood) when I lived in Wisconsin and some of the exact phrases I used were on a cassette tape an adopted sister (A Snowbird, from California) sent me that I had no idea she recorded - from a disillusioned male (relating to Native American rights) talking who I did not even know and regarding some of the same detailed unusual events. Events like this have happened continuously throughout my life, both picking up on someone before I knew of them (even “unwillingly” projecting their mood), and some sort of remote viewing from an unknown consciousness that seemed a part of me - usually with exact details of an “already known memory” of what I could not have possibly known.