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Chess, Leaf Blower
0647: Cleaning up after a chess tournament. In a backyard, me and another guy are folding up patio tables and umbrellas and picking up chess pieces off the ground. I use leaf blower to collect the stray pieces (but in the dream, I call it a wood chipper). Need to drive the tables to a new venue. A group of four girls is leaving and the other guy wants to follow them and try to pick them up. I have trouble starting the leaf blower. I say my father game it to me, like an heirloom. There is a swimming pool and a pickup truck.

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I recalled this at the very end of the night. I think it fits in here. Sara holding the front door open for me at work.

Baseball Stands
0911: At a baseball game with my father. It's a huge stadium. I think it's the Dodgers vs the Tigers in Detroit. We sit way up in the nosebleed section. Then two guys I knew in high school sit near us. My father points them out: "Hey look who it is." I ignore them and don't want to talk to them: "They aren't my friends anymore." Then the scene is a much smaller baseball field like at a high school. One of the high school classmates is at bat. He bats left-handed. He hits a foul ball that bounces around our seats and I grab it. Father suggests I give it to the other guy. But I refuse and keep it.

Another foul ball comes to me and I catch it. Then a guy in the stands who is dressed like an umpire step out to the edge of the field. He looks at me as says "Hey, we need that ball back." I think about it and then throw one of the balls to him. Then the chuckles and walks back to the stands. He tricked me! I want to say "Nice lesson in honestly for your kid" but I don't have the chance.

Short WBTB in which I use the bathroom and recall my goals and intention

Doors
Method WILD
Lucidity C
Vividness B
Control C
Begin lucid in an unfamiliar house. My plan and visualization was a Christmas party from a few weeks ago. But this house is totally different. I walk through the house, opening doors, trying to teleport to the party. One set of doors is three sets of doors, like connected hotel rooms, but three doors instead of two. I open one set of doors and see a man who looks like Wolverine from X-Men, but shorter and less threatening.

I open another door and see a woman who looks like the girl from Boy Meets World. I kiss her and then walk past. Now I am outside. It seems like a remote mountain road and the house I was in was a luxurious winter cabin. I walk out to the road. It's daylight. I'm in the middle of an evergreen forest. Dream fades.

Shutter Island and Nice Car
Method DILD
Lucidity C
Vividness B
Control C
1114: Not sure how, but I become lucid. I am in the Daisetta house. Once again I recall my goal to relive the Christmas party. I imagine a girl there whose name is Rachel. Instead I am with a woman in the family room. She leads me into the bathroom. I kiss her (I tend to do that a lot) and look at our reflection as we kill. Then she tells me that Rachel was missing but they found her (this is from the plot of Shutter Island). She pulls back the bathtub curtain. There is another woman in wet clothes who seems frightened. The bathtub is divided into two sections, like a food lunch tray.

I lose interest in that and move on. I walk back to the family room and phase through the sliding glass door (with some difficulty). Now I am outside and walk to the front yard. It's night and the streets is lined with cars. Across the street, I see a nice car with the door empty and lights on. It's white sports car, looks like a Tesla Roaster. I walk up to it and climb into the driver seat. On the passenger seat, there is a lit candle. I blow it out. Then I shift the car into drive and peel out. I drive up the residential street as fast as I can. It's fun to drive so recklessly. I turn out on to one of the main streets of town and weave through traffic. Other cars honk and swerve. I try to go even faster but I can't seem to.

Hide The Prostitutes!

I had hired a prostitute. She was blonde, long legged, and very beautiful. We had a lot sex in my bed which I'll spare the details. Time goes on. I hear a door open to my house right as I finish. Obviously I' freaking out so I tell her to get dressed and I run out and go to greet whoever it is. It's my mom's friend (who I made up). She was a short black woman wearing darker earth tones kind of dressed how I would expect a gypsy from long ago to dress, with an ornate shawl and other stuff. She says hi to me and I'm still shirtless but we have pleasantries and all that. The prostitute comes out of my room and my mom's friend looks trouble. "Who is that?" I quickly tell her that it was one of my neighbors who was in the area and decided to drop by. My mom's friend believes this and then I hear more car doors slam shut as more people arrive. I rush the prostitute into the garage and ask her if she has a ride or if I was supposed to give her one. The reason I asked was because this prostitution service was a call and deliver kind of thing. I called and she was delivered. She wasn't answering me which was making me even more stressed out. I could hear more people enter the house. For some reason there were a lot of people coming into my house and I did not know why. Finally she answered that a ride was coming for her and all I had to do was stall.

I opened the garage door and took her outside and into the front lawn. More people saw her, they were not family, and asked so I told them the same story. They gave her a lawn mower and told her to get started on the lawn. Reluctantly she did. While I made my way back into the house, my mom's friend told me that she was having trouble with the lawn mower. I looked, and instead of going in rows, she was mowing diagonally and was not hitting a bunch of grass. Silly prostitute! I told her how to do it correctly but then brought her back to the garage where she could be seen less and I think it was then that her ride came. It was a beaten up red gremlin, and the woman driving that did a horrible parking job. I got the woman to come back to the garage. She was hot too, probably another prostitute. I told them that if anyone asked, they were my distant cousins that were just in the neighborhood. I was only slightly aware that I had changed the story from before but I didn't mind too much. I shooed them away and they ran to the car and I could hear the screeching of tires. Finally safe! I waled out of the garage only to see that they had hit the curb rather hard and the front fender of their low riding gremlin was bent in. I ran up, told them that it didn't matter and rushed them off. Finally...safe.

I was in a bedroom, like a dorm, with 2 other girls and a guy. It was pink and girly and filled with colorful pillows and beds and such. We were all unpacking and the guy got pissed because we were all staying in one room.

My boyfriend Chris gave me a pillow. I took off the pillowcase and used the pillow to slide down the street. I came back to a house I was staying at. I walked into a gazebo and was talking to a girl Mary from school. It started to rain. One of the teachers from my school came outside with an umbrella and told me I had to go. I went inside the house with him. There was another male teacher in there, including my friend Mina and Chris. Both were asleep.

Good morning, everybody. I'm pretty sure I was only semi-lucid in the first dream, even though I was aware that I was dreaming.

The second dream took place between 5 AM and 5:30 AM, I'm pretty sure.

Dream #1

I was in a house with some female "family members." They appeared to be about my age, white, very pretty. I saw them as if we were all close together. The women were having some kind of serious conversation.

I suddenly floated up and out of the house. I assumed I was in the neighborhood my family had lived in before I went to college. (Though it now seems to me that all the houses were much bigger that in that neighborhood, and that they all had flat roofs.)

At some point during all of this, I told myself I was dreaming. I think that I was thinking this was something more like an out-of-body experience than a dream. I told myself to focus on the rooftops and try to "bring something back" to waking life that would prove I'd had an OBE.

But I was only floating around between a small number of houses. I think I was having some kind of trouble with my vertical control, like I kept on going up way high and having to pull myself back down.

At some point in time I saw a house with its roof caved in. I recognized this house as being a couple houses down from my family's old house. I thought for sure that this would be something I could "bring back."

I thought I'd focus in on this house, land on the roof. But instead of landing on the roof, I ended up going way down to the ground or a much lower roof (as if all these houses were like multi-story buildings -- which is obviously not true in that neighborhood). I flew back up and landed on the top of the roof.

But the roof wasn't collapsed. Instead, I found, the whole thing had been an optical illusion. The object which had given an impression of a depression in the roof was actually the basin of a gigantic hot tub.

Somehow, again without any criticism, I found myself in the empty basin of this gigantic hot tub, indoors. The hot tub was actually on the roof of the back end of a big RV. The room I was in was like a gigantic garage for the RV (even though, again, it was on the top floor of this "house").

I called out to my brother. He'd been friends with the son of this family. I figured he'd know more about this than I did. My brother "appeared," though I don't think I ever saw him directly.

After I'd "asked" (mentally?) my brother about the gigantic RV and hot tub, he responded, "Yeah, I was surprised, too, the first time I came to their house. I thought it was a broken roof, too. Because they always looked and acted so poor.

"But then I realized that they really did have all this rich stuff, too. Then I started getting jealous, because we don't have anything like this! But then they started letting me use it, too."

Dream #2

I was watching some kind of live-action drama that had elements in common with an anime drama.

The view eventually changed to some kind of drama of which I was a part, even though I was still only an observer.

There were a bunch of beautiful, rich, college-aged people walking from the right to the left of my view, before some stone castle which was part of some college campus. The sky overhead was dark and roiling with clouds. The students (mostly or all women?) were wearing colorful, silk dresses and plastic masks to make them look like anime characters.

Eventually I was in a room, at a party. The room felt like a study in a big, nice house. The room was dim, full of people, probably rich adults.

I had been talking at first with a young woman. At some point I was listening to the speech of a man who had a face like Rodin's sculptures of Balzac. The man was speaking with great pride about how he had cheated some business associate, then killed and eaten him.

Now I saw a group of partiers, all turned toward me, motionless, silent. They were mostly women. The women wore masks like female anime characters. The men wore masks like the mustache mask from V for Vendetta (?).

My view now shifted to a number of fragmented scenes showing old, great manga and anime artists at their work. One scene had a man sitting back in his swivel chair before his desk. The man was tallish, wearing a sweater and a beret (but he wasn't Tezuka).

The wall of the man's room was turquoise blue, and was decorated with some of the classic anime and manga he'd created. One drawing was a figure of a plain, young man with black hair wearing a yellow sweater and khaki slacks. Another anime of his had to do with the adventures of some little girl in a forest. I heard the anime theme song.

(As I woke, I could hear the theme song of this anime. I even hummed it to keep it in my mind. But I forgot it now. Ugh.)

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was "at home" with my mom and possibly a couple other family members. The house had two floors and probably a basement. The stairway up to the second floor was near the back of the house.

There was a policeman in the house. He was tall, white, with reddish-tan skin, blue-green eyes, a balding head of red-blonde hair, and a mustache. I saw him in my mind's eye, but I'm not sure if I ever saw him physically.

The cop hurried out the backdoor of the house at some point. He may have had some kind of goodbye scene with some of my family members.

I then realized that the cop was on the run. He had murdered another cop (who may have looked exactly like him, except pale white). The other cop's body, I knew (seeing it in my mind's eye) lay sprawled on the final few steps and the floor of the basement.

I felt like my family should have done something not to let the cop get away. I also felt like I should go after the cop or help the other cops find him. But I was too afraid to do so. I thought the cop would probably kill me.

At some point I realized that I had also murdered somebody, so that if I informed on the cop, I would only be letting the cops know where I was, so they'd come after me, too.

Dream #2

Some woman dressed as a ballerina with a tan, fluffy skirt and a black leotard-top was trying to get away from a killer. But at some point she had fallen from some height and broken her legs.

She was panicked. She now pretty much knew she was going to die. The killer, who may have been some kind of ghost-hag woman, would catch up to her and toture her to death.

Good morning, everybody. The last two dreams definitely came from my last hour in bed.

I think the third dream is partly influenced by the picture Caden posted on Dreamviews yesterday of the zombies walking into the diner in a big city.

Dream #1

I was at a movie theatre. I had finished watching a movie. I was probably going to watch a second movie. I left all my stuff in the theatre and went outside.

I may have gone to a K-mart in a big shopping center. I may then have gone across the parking lot, to a McDonald's. At some point (after the McDonald's?) I was looking out the front windows of the K-mart. Big flakes of snow were falling and the sky was a heavy grey.

I went back to the movie theatre. I may have been talking with a female friend of mine right outside the theatre doors, in the dark hallway.

I then went into the theatre. The lights were on. The theatre was brighter than a theatre would usually be. The floors and seats were all a tan-brown. Everything looked dirty. I was upset that I'd left my stuff among all this filth.

I picked up my stuff (I had a lot of bags, for some reason) and headed toward the door again. I'd decided I didn't want to stay for the second movie, amid all this garbage.

(I have some memory somewhere (possibly here, even though it seems out of context) of being at the ticket counter, right at the corner to the long hallway down which were all the doorways to the movie theatres. I was probably standind there thinkng about whether to buy a ticket to the second movie.)

At the back of the theatre, I sat my stuff down, as if to arrange it properly, put my coat on, etc. As I did, the theatre dimmed to a usual level. The chairs and floor were now a vivid red, almost glowing. I thought, This place looks a lot cleaner when the lights are out.

At some point I may also have thought of a worker coming in and asking for my ticket to the second movie, which I didn't have. I also thought of how the workers would be disappointed that I wasn't staying for the second movie, after they'd watched my stuff while I'd left it at my seat during the break between movies. I think I had been the only person to leave my stuff.

Dream #2

I was on my cell phone, talking to my mom. It was daytime. The sky was clear and blue. I was walking through a small parking lot that was adjacent to another small parking lot for a fast food store that sold tacos.

My mom was telling me something important that I should do to ensure my health. I said I would do it, but in a half-hearted tone so that we both knew I actually probably wouldn't. My mom sounded patient, but disappointed.

I looked into the taco restaurant. The walls were all windows. The floors were white tile. Almost everything else was a bright yellow. The store wasn't opened yet. It was empty, and it looked so sparkling-clean and spacious.

I turned away from the restaurant and walked down a slight slope of parking lots, toward a busy street.

Dream #3

I was out with something like a tour group. We were looking at NYC from downtown (from an angle that seems now to have been from the deck of a ferry, out on the water).

Our tour guide was a tallish, skinny, white man with fuzzy hair down to about his jaw-line, an equally fuzzy mustache, and stubbly cheeks. He probably wore a dingy, white t-shirt.

The tour guide was pointing our view all the way up to Midtown, to the Empire State Building, which looked kind of small and old. The guide said that in the days when this building was created, people didn't care about the size of the buildings. They just wanted to make places for people to work.

The tour guide now pointed out some buildings near us, in the financial distritct. Compared to the far-away Empire State Building, they looked huge. The guide now said, "When people built these buildings, size was of the utmost importance. Each new building had to be the tallest."

The guide now pointed to a building at the top of which were clear windows, revealing an enormous board room. The guide said, "You even started getting features like that, where the people in the taller buildings could look down and gloat at the people in the shorter buildings next to it."

I seemed to float upward with my view. I was flying among these buildings. I was then suddenly inside a buiding. I was in a huge conference room with a gigantic table. The place was empty and quiet, and the light coming in was gentle.

There was a balcony somewhere that apparently looked all the way down to the ground floor of the building. It made me dizzy to think of. I was crawling around on my belly, partly because I was too dizzy to stand up, and partly because I had come into work late and didn't want to be noticed.

I saw, beyond the huge conference table, and probably beyond the balcony, a gigantic window to another huge conference room. The conference room was in another building, but it felt like both buildings were in the same, larger building.

The huge window was framed in heavy, beautiful wood, fringed with beautiful American Arts-and-Crafts style squares. I was really captivated by the pattern of this window frame. As I concentrated on it, it seemed to change into a different pattern, or to develop a second layer of patterning.

Dream #4

I came "back home." "My home" was like a small, suburban house. When I came in, I noticed that there was a set of papers on a chair right by the front door. The papers were my lease.

I understood that, somehow, my landlord had gotten into the house and put a new copy of the lease renewal in a spot where I'd be sure to see it. Apparently I'd taken too long sending back the first lease renewal he'd sent me.

As I opened up the lease, I walked around my place. The living room was very small. The whole place was dirty. There were toys and clothes all over the place, and the walls seemed smeared with stuff. I then realized that my family was in town, and that they'd been staying at my place while visiting.

I knew, before opening the lease, that my landlord had seen all this evidence of other people in my house. I knew he'd just assume the people were living here permanently, and that he'd charge me extra rent to account for the extra people. I hoped I'd be able to convince the landlord of the truth: that there was nobody else staying with me.

I opened the lease, and, sure enough, the lease was now made out for six people. The rent specified was some unbelieveable amount. I closed the lease and walked around the house, looking at all the stuff my family had left lying around.

(Note, evening of Dec. 16: Not like it's a big deal, but, regarding the third dream, I should say that in waking life the Empire State Building was not made only with the concern of having a place for people to work.

The Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building were both in a race to be the tallest building in the world. It was definitely a size and status thing. I'm pretty sure that's common knowledge.

I'm not exactly sure why the tour guide gave the story about how trying to build tall buildings simply to be taller than other buildings wasn't a motivation for developers until later on.)

Moving in with my supervisor:

I have just arrived at my supervisor's house, where I for some reason am going to live with him and his daughter for some time. His daughter looks different than IRL and in some ways my supervisor does to. He even behaves a bit differently and less distinguished.

Their house is rather big and so are all of the rooms. However, those rooms do not look very cosy and homelike but have white walls and stuff such as boxes and wires in them, but not much normal furniture. One of the rooms looks a lot like the part of a store where the counters are. There were several counters in this room which looked very similar to those in a grocery store. However, in these "counters" you instead did the dishes. I saw my supervisor do this several times during the dream. He even wore a white and green checked apron. After having watched him do the dishes several times he asked me if I could do this sometime too and I replied that I would. After all, if I was supposed to live there I felt that it was natural for me to help with stuff like that. Several times during the rest of the dream I thought that I would do some dishing, but I was always distracted by something and started to feel guilty for never taking care of it.

Later, my supervisor returns home from something and has apparently been through something really tough which you can perhaps compare to a divorce or a loss of something very important. He seems extremely depressed and appears to have been devastated. After a while, I carefully ask him if it is perhaps better if I move out again, since this is maybe a bad time for me to stay here. However, he says "no, no" and seems relieved to have me there. He is happy that I am there and wants me to stay, apparently especially because of what has just happened. A while earlier I had seen him cut his hair without even looking into a mirror, and I know that he is too proud of his hair to just cut it like that. I had asked him if he did it because of what happened, but he only replied that he just felt that it was time to cut it.

Even later in the dream, he has invited a bunch of guests to the house. I do not really meet any of them and do not see any of them cleary, but I can feel that they are there and can see movement and hear things from them. I feel that I do not really know how to behave and therefore move away into an empty room, looking for a bathroom. I start to wonder if they even have a shower around here. I am starting to feel a bit worried that I will never find a shower there and start smelling in a few days. I open several white doors without any success. Finally I find a stairway, which I follow. Apparenly it leads up to the roof. I now stand on the roof, which consists of red tiles. There, in the middle stands a toilet. I find it weird to place a toilet up here and start wondering if anyone would see me if I used it now. I look around and notice that I am really high above the ground. I see the lawn a long way below and the daughter playing there. It is a clear and sunny day. I now realize that this is both a toilet and a shower. To take a shower you sit on the toilet and pull a rope hanging from above in order to make water pour down on you. I thought that this was not very practical, since you could not move around very much up here. I now also noticed thin, almost fully transparent curtains to pull around me. I got annoyed, because people would see me through them. Besides, the wind was blowing them apart all the time...


Fragments:

* I remember that it was a long time since I sent an e-mail to my old friend P, who I apparently had used to exchange mails with a lot when I had been younger. I write him an e-mail now and tell him about my life nowadays and so on. When I have sent it I can see that it had been sent to another address as well. Then I remember that when P had been smaller, his mom always wanted to read all the e-mails he received. I had now written to the same address, which was apparently still connected to his mom's. This meant that she would also be able to read what I had just written and I did not really like this.

* I am on the bus with my friend A. I am sitting and he is standing, holding on to a pole. He tells me that he has been married once, a few years ago, and seems to be serious. I become shocked (he is only nineteen and does not seem like the type...) and ask him several times if it is really true. He keeps responding "yes" in a voice which is still serious. Then he adds, apparently to try and make me understand: "Yes, in a story I have written about myself". I then angrily exclaim that what he writes about himself in his stories is not true and that he cannot lie like this. However, he does not understand what I mean and seems to think that everything that he has written about himself becomes true...

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
My reason for the lack of lucids and quality dreams lately is probably exams.

In this dream, I was in my bedroom. My room is fairly square with beige walls, and located in the lower level of my house. Two adjacent walls each have a small rectangular window, probably only two or three feet across and a foot tall, trimmed with white. On the other wall, there is a closet that has been taken out to create more space in the room. The wall inside is painted a lighter, almost minty green. The lighting in the room is dimmed but not uncomfortably dark.

I was in the section where the closet was taken out; in the middle up against the wall, there was my dresser. It was polished wood, and had a tryptic-type mirror with three pieces, the middle one being the largest. I looked in the mirror for a brief second and then at the remnants of a flower, sitting on my dresser. In real life, I own my own white and pink orchid, which hasn't been doing too well as of late. In the dream, there was nothing left of it - literally - the stem and pot were nowhere to be found... Except for some darkly colored, pale and crisp petals that were sitting on the dresser. I picked them up and crunched them in my hand; I then picked up a black garbage bag that suddenly appeared beside me and put the petals in. There was nothing in the bag except for the petals.

The dream ended - my alarm clock woke me up for my Biology exam.

Good morning, everybody. I slept about 12 hours last night, in hopes of getting over my cold. I recall three dreams from last night. They're all pretty fragmented, and I'm not even exactly sure what order they came in.

Dream #1

I stood out on some concrete balcony or ledge (like at the head of a concrete wheelchair ramp) a couple meters higher than the road. It was daytime, and I was in a big town, in some area that looked like SoHo in NYC. The streets were cobblestone. The place was empty.

I was looking across the street to a place that looked like a bank next door to a fast food restaurant. I was playing around on my phone. I was trying to look into my bank account to see how much money I had. I may have been out on some trip to a different city or country, and I may have been trying to figure out exactly how much more money I could spend on this trip.

But I couldn't remember the name of my bank. I went over the names of banks (probably not real names) in my head without locating the name of my bank.

At some point I may have figured out the name of the bank, only to discover, contrary to my previous insistence, that it was precisely the bank across the street from me.

I now noticed that there were a lot of cosplayers going into the fast food restaurant next door to the bank. I was curious about these cosplayers.

I was now in the fast food restaurant. The place was packed with cosplayers. Some of them may actually have been dressed up as clowns, like Ronald McDonald, rather than being in cosplay.

Dream #2

I had come down to Mexico with my mom. I was now walking around town by myself. It was daytime, a warm day. I walked down a quiet, narrow street.

I probably went into one store, the floor for which was at the bottom of a few short steps. I may have walked around in the store for a few minutes.

I was now back in the house where my mom was. It was like a house that belonged to "one of our family members" in Mexico. I was in a completely empty bedroom. It may have been later in the night or early the next morning.

My mom came into the bedroom and sat down across from me on the floor. She insinuated that some people had mistaken me for a narc while I'd been walking around the city. Now I was kind of in trouble with these people.

My mom told me, "They say here that a narc is like a dog on a leash, except they say he has a coat-hanger attached, too."

This saying gave me a picture in my head like a chalkboard drawing of a sillhouette-man walking a sillhouette-dog on a leash. The dog also had a coat-hanger sticking up from its back.

I understood the "coat-hanger" to be a symbol for the nice clothes that narcs wore (???).

My mom and I were now downstairs in the living room, which was also empty. My mom told me we had to be very careful now, walking around town, as all these drug dealers would now be looking out for us.

I wondered why on earth people would think I was a narc. I knew that if I even slightly resembed a narc, I wouldn't be coming down to Mexico at this point in time.

But now I remembered that "the cousin of mine," whom my mom and I were down here to visit, actually was a narc. So even if the drug dealers figured out I wasn't a narc, I'd still be hunted down and under suspicion for visiting a known narc.

I now wondered why in the hell my mom had chosen to come down here at this point, when all this dangerous stuff was going on.

Dream #3

I stood behind a tall, thin, young man. The man had a pale complexion and red-brown hair in a squarish, tall haircut. He wore a grey jacket. We may have been in some kind of small, crowded room, having just finished some kind of meeting for young adults.

The young man spoke, and for some reason I said aloud that it was obvious the man was Scottish, given his accent and his manner of expression.

The man turned around. Rather than being annoyed with me, he seemed to assume my observation meant that I had something in common with him.. He asked me what I was.

I said, "All three," which the man took to mean Irish, English, and Scottish (???).

The man said, "Oh, right, right. I wonder why they don't say all four and include the Welsh?"

I responded (or tried to respond?) with the thought that perhaps they were separated by language (???), so that everybody thought of the Welsh as different from "the other three."

(Note, December 13th: I forgot to mention that in waking life I've been reading The Judge, by Rebecca West. Rebecca West is a writer who was active from the 1920s through the 1980s. She's really cool. One thing that really struck me about her is that she is Irish and English on her father's side and Scottish on her mother's side. I took this "Irish-English-Scottish" aspect of West and identified myself with it -- for some reason -- in the third dream.)

Good morning, everybody. I remembered three dreams from last night. But I lost one between waking up and starting this entry.

The "new bacteria" dream is influenced by the NASA announcement about that newly discovered Mono Lake microbe that survives on arsenic instead of phosphorous. I also don't know why I thought in my dreams that bacteria aren't alive. I'm pretty sure it's viruses that are technically not alive or only half-alive.

Dream #1

I was at "my office," which was like the living room of a small house or cabin that might have been located in the woods. There were a few big windows on the walls, letting in plenty of light, possibly through thin, gauzy curtains. The day was probably cold and light grey.

My desk was near the center of the room. I was standing back from it a little bit at first. The desk was cluttered with all kinds of papers and things that looked like mechanisms for gathering data for ecological surveys.

The front door opened and either "my boss" or "a colleague of mine" walked in. He may have been a white man, strong-looking, with a big stomach and a huge beard. He may have been wearing some kind of plaid shirt, suspenders, and a broad-brimmed hat.

I had the understanding that I was probably going to be fired because I was doing a terrible job. I sat down at the desk and grabbed my lunch. I probably shouldn't have been eating at this time, but I decided to eat right now, and to eat like a pig, in defiance of whoever was going to fire me.

My lunch may not have looked much like food. It may have looked like machine parts, or, rather, just one small but chunky, metallic machine part. It was in a clear, Tupperware container about 35cm long, way too big for whatever the small lunch was. I may have been trying to eat the machine part with chopsticks.

I decided that if I was going to get fired for being lazy, I might as well be even lazier while I was waiting to get fired. I saw some kind of "mechanism" that looked like the metal-wound cord for payphone receivers. It may have been partly buried under a pile of papers.

I probably started whining and complaining about something that would prove I wasn't thinking about doing my job at all. I might have complained about some porn website that I couldn't get onto or some rock song that I wasn't able to turn on really loud. (But, now that I think about it, I may not even have had a computer at my desk.)

Dream #2

A view of various "bacteria." It was like seeing a lot of purplish, purple-blue, and pinkish, spidery or web-like shapes stuck in clear cubes like novelty plastic ice cubes.

The "cubes" were being moved before my eyes as if they were being displayed as part of a presentation. But they would often overlap, as if they were just random cubes of ice jangling about with each other in a glass of water.

I heard a voice talk about the bacteria and how they were a new kind of bacteria. They weren't really alive, or they were only half alive. But they had the ability to reproduce.

December 4, 2010
Wake Time: 6:15 AM

AWAKE DREAM LUCID

I cannot recall any dreams as real as this one. To put it simply... It blew my mind! Here it is: I woke up in my bed, feeling the sheets on my body. Then for some reason I decided to look at my hands. I made a fist and my hand looked abnormally small. I thought, Hmm... This cant be right. Then it hit me: I am dreaming! Then I remembered to look at my hands and examine them, while also rubbing them together in order to make the dream intensify in clarity. It worked, and my hands felt so very real! It was very dark in my room and I could not see very well. So I walked over to the light switch feeling my way over. Everything in my room felt exactly how it did in real life. The wood floor on my bare feet, the couch upholstery, and the fabric of my clothing. I turned on the switch in my room, and it did turn on the lights (some people say that lights don't work in their dreams. I find that they always work in mine). I didn't bother to look around though after the light turned on. I just moved on to the hallway outside my bedroom, which was also dark so I had to feel the walls to get through it. Then I got to the stairs and walked down them, while the steps made the same sound they usually do when I descend them. When I got down to the bottom I turned the corner to walk down another hallway in my house. Then I decided that I would see if my dream body felt as real as it does in real life. I felt the sides of my stomach and it tickled a bit, then I felt my legs. Then I had a thought. What if I was sleep walking in real life? To test my theory, I only had to think to myself, I want to go back to my real body. I opened up my eyes. WOW! I wasn't sleep walking. Then I proceeded to retrace my steps from the dream. Everything felt exactly as it did in the dream.

Some out there are probably thinking, Why would you waste an opportunity like that to just walk around your house?? You do that everyday! Well, I think that I didn't understand right then that I could have done anything I wanted to. Also I have been wanting to have a dream that takes place in my new house. I think next time I will try and translocate myself through a door and go somewhere fairly interesting next time. I don't regret this experience at all though, not one bit.

November 23, 2010

Lucid Dream

AWAKE DREAMING LUCID SIDENOTES

This was on a night where I wasn't actually trying to induce a lucid dream. Funny how that happens. Also this happened after I absent mindedly turned off my alarm, and I slept thirty minutes or so after I was supposed to. I had school that day. This all happened inbetween 6:00 AM and 6:31 AM
I was in my old house in the basement. Somebody I knew from school was there and I said hi. It didn't hit me as hard as it usually does but I was then lucid after meeting my friend. On impulse, I decided to start flying. It took little effort to do this. The way I did it though was by looking at the ground and gently jumping, and gravity had no effect on me anymore. I then floated up the stairs hugging my mother who was walking up the stairs, until I floated over her. I went into my living room and did a breast-stroke through the air. It was so fun. Then I remembered what I wanted to do in a lucid when I got the chance: focus on something to see if it gets really clear. So I looked at my laptop's screen. An image began to form and then it became so sharp in focus that I could even see the individual pixels on the screen. It was unbelievable. I was only soon after that it resulted in me waking up.

Good morning, everybody. I remember four dreams from last night.

Dream #1

I was in a big airplane, either in the cockpit or near it while its door was open. In the plane were just me, the pilot, and one of my male friends. The sky outside was grey and wet.

We were taxiing down a runway. We picked up speed, as if we were going to take off. But we weren't getting up enough speed, in my opinion.

I could see from outside and just above the plane. The runway we were on looked way too short for our plane to get up enough speed to take off.

We taxied around the runway roads, clockwise, trying to loop back around and hit the long runway again with a little bit of momentum so we could build up enough speed to take off.

But somehow we ended up (as if we had been travelling counterclockwise) driving the plane outside of the airstrip and onto a strip of road before a large, Victorian-style house. The house was adjacent with the chain-link fence bordering the airport.

A military man in camouflage stood beside the airplane, talking with the pilot, as if he were just standing beside the window of some bus, not a huge airplane. The military man was older, white, tanned, with shortish, square-cut, white hair.

The military man said that the town in which this airport was located was being evacuated soon, anyway. Once it was evacuated, nobody would mind us using the public streets as a runway. That way we could easily get up enough speed to take off.

The military man said, "Heck, maybe even some of the people we evacuate out of the town would like to fly some planes with you!"

Somebody, maybe I, suggested that we get "some of those little planes" (in my mind's eye I saw cone-shaped planes maybe 3-4 meters long, painted white with red triangles pointing away from the nose). The "little planes" could easily get up enough speed to take off from a small runway like this.

We drove the plane away. The military man said he'd order some of "those little planes." He may even have started talking with a younger military man about the order.

It was now night. I stood before the Victorian house, in some little niche set between the wall and the staircase up to the front door. In the niche was an old-style, wooden podium. The podium may have held a big book.

I was probably here to talk to the military man regarding the little planes. I wasn't trying to speed up the order. I was actually trying to figure out what the planes were, to see if they were the right things to use. But I figured my being here to ask about the planes would make me look impatient, and that I'd get on the military's bad side because of it, if I didn't do things the right way.

Somebody came out to talk to me. He was a younger soldier, in formal dress, even a hat (which kind of looked like a Nazi hat). He explained a few things to me about the higher-ups' names. I tried to keep it all in mind.

The man saluted me. I was so surprised that I saluted back, with tears in my eyes (for some reason). Somehow I could see the man reflected in my tears, as if the tears were the surface of sunglasses.

I was alone again. I turned to the book in a frenzy. I had just forgotten everything the man had told me. The high-up military man's name was Wellinghoff. Or was it Norris? I couldn't remember. And I couldn't remember the correct titles of all the higher-ups, either.

Dream #2

I was in a bookstore or library. It had an old feel to it. It was all made of wood. It was open, with a ground level and probably a balcony level running along the walls. The ceilings were very high. The center of the store was mostly small, wide tables with books displayed on the. The walls were lined with shelves.

I saw, from high up, a couple of my female friends. One of them was aw woman I haven't seen since college. I decided to go say hi to them.

To get to them I began climbing down a wooden pole about 20cm in diameter. I was climbing down the pole head first for a way. Then I did some weird kind of fllip move so that I was climbing down feet first.

I ended near some small, tight, spiral staircase, for which this long pole may have served as a support column. The pole seemed to end a couple meters above the ground. I had to jump the rest of the way down. The two women were right nearby.

I slowly, flexibly reached away from the pole. I relaxedly leapt away from the pole, almost as if I were floating away from it. I landed very softly on my feet.

Thinking that the women would think I was showing off with all I had just done (I wasn't exactly sure myself how I had done it), I started talking naturally to act like nothing had happened.

I began fumbling through a couple of books and even something that looked like a mix between a woman's wallet with a tiny mirror on the front. The wallet may have been a dark blue suede, and it may have had some black and white photo of a famous actress or famous work of art on it.

Dream #3

I was in a department store. The store looked kind of cheap and run-down. I was now at the counter, getting my stuff rung up. The person ringing me up was a woman, but I don't know if she was older or younger.

Something went wrong, and the woman needed to wait before she charged me. I decided to walk around the store some more.

Off to the left of the cash register and a little ways away was a rack of really cheap-looking lingerie. For some reason, I decided to look through it. I took a few items off the rack, as if I were either going to buy them or try them on.

At some point, I came to the conclusion that I was in a Victoria's Secret.

I looked down into a plastic tub (?) which had a few stray pairs of panties inside. I figured that if I was buying or trying on the lingerie, I'd also need to try on some panties. So I tried to pick some out.

I remember one pair of panties that was like a thong, pale yellow, with a cottony back and a sheer, net-like front with flower designs on it. Another pair was like briefs. The material was blue like denim. But it had a weird, scaly look and feel.

Just to my left was a window wall. Just beyond the wall was another rack of lingerie. A big, tall, black man in a black t-shirt and sunglasses was fingering through the lingerie. I could see that he was also looking for articles of lingerie to try on.

Dream #4

I was in "my shower," which was a shower-only stall. It was set into the end of the narrow bathroom.

Either my shower curtain had broken or I had decided I'd needed to adjust it somehow. I took the curtain off the rod. Then I tried to put it back on.

I suddenly realized that by taking the curtain off the hook I'd screwed everything up. The curtain was actually just a gigantic plastic bag, like an enormous version of a grocery bag. The bag had been folded around the rod and against the wall (even into holes in the wall?) in so many weird ways that I likely couldn't replicate it.

I figured I'd do my best and try to re-do things. I was up on the wall, looking down on the shower curtain. I don't know how I was up there -- possibly by holding myself in place by doing the splits and holding each foot against the wall? I began working on the gigantic plastic bag.

This is the 3rd dream in a month I was riding a BMX bike! There was a beginning and end to this dream that I only vaguely recall. I had this dream last night:

I was hanging out in my neighborhood and when a white car started to follow me. I remember I rode away on my bike causally at first but he kept coming. So I peddled hard, cut through the park and double backed uphill to my house without getting winded. I completely lost the person who was following me and I clearly remember crossing the street most likely to bump into him while doubling back to my house. He was not there either.

I never got tired and I easily had my bike up to 25mph+ When I reached my block, there was a lot of activity and cars parked on the street. Lots of neighbors were in front of their houses.

In May and July 2010 I spent many nights trying to induce dreams about my house and city, and didn't have one that I recalled. Now I am having regular dreams about my city, and strangely, my old bike! I was fortunate enough to have my own car at age 16, the incorporation of my bike to escape from "threats" is an old dream theme.

In the past I have noticed that dream seeding takes weeks of build up, then often, those planted themes become regular. This happened with the High School dream theme.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG


01:25 GMT

Birds
I am at some place that’s neither home nor a hotel, but I am staying in a room and my mom is in the room next door. As I enter my room, I see two lovely parakeets standing on top of the wardrobe and I call my mom to come and see it. When she arrives, there’s also a cockatoo joining them! I keep my window open in case they want to leave, but instead another pair of parakeets and a little sparrow also join them. I’m thinking if I should buy cages. No! But what about them pooping around? So far, not one pooped, but will they behave that good all the time? As I think about these things, I feel my feet wet and look at the floor and it’s flooded with brown murky water. The worst thing is the incredible amount of plugs I have on the floor about to be submerged by the water. My cat is splshing in the water and I worry he will get an electrical shock. Not worried about me. I soak towels in the water and squeez it on the window to the outside. At some moment the window no longer opens to the outside but to another room and I’m spreading water all over the floor of this room. Then a guy opens the door to this room and comes inside. I say I’m sorry but he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. I then just say that I have a cat and some birds on my room that might accidentally pass to his room and he says it’s ok and sits down on his sofa to watch the news.

03:15 GMT

Meditation fail
Then I guess the same place transforms into a hotel on some floating island or on a cruise boat. I see beautiful aqua blue water throughout the window. It’s a paradisiacal place. But then we’re hit by small tsunamis. Somehow I save this “boat” from turning, but many people just dove on the water and are swimming ashore. I join a couple who’s doing just that but a crocodile is about to attack us and I think I prevent the attack.
On land, we’re all staying at a big dwelling. It’s a lovely night outside, people eat and chat and laugh, under the stars, but I feel extremely lost. I think about sitting outside on a quiet place, meditating, so I go around the house trying to find some silence. But then I see a bunch of cats also hanging around and meowing and I get distracted by them. My friend Zilla comes out of nowhere and tells me I should meditate nevertheless. I tell her is too noisy, but she insists it’s even a better exercise, when there are distractions. I agree and decide to do it, but then wake up.

5:45 GMT

Attacked by dark forces and taken to mysterious city of the elite
Back on that house with the kittens. I became good friend of the couple who owns the place. They are cat lovers and they have outside really nice hideouts for their colony of cats around the house and they treat them well. But there was a female cat they truly truly loved. She one day accidentaly turned on the hi-fi and there was a certain cd on the cd player, with a certain song and from that day on the cat would put this song playing. They never again changed that cd, so she could play the same song over and over. Anyway, it’s morning and I’m going to their bathroom on the basement. I have to dispute the toilet with some other girl who arrived at same time and I offer my turn. They have a second toilet, which is not as nice, door doesn’t close well, but I go there. As I am about to close the door, two tall guys dressed in black suits just materialize in front of me and hold the door. “Come with us!”, "What? Sorry, no". They look like they are not going to let me and I’m saved by my friends, who just pop up very excited “You have to listen to this!” They pass by the guys in suits and drag me to outside. “Listen, listen!”, “It’s the kitty song!”, “But how? Where?” They had no idea, the music was just in the air. I am half-lucid, knowing I'm dreaming but not taking control over it.
I try to follow it, not caring anymore about the men in black, but then my dream is invaded by flashes of really creepy stuff – for example, when I’m almost in tears listening to this beautiful song in the wind, crossing sand dunes, I see this image of a semi-buried dead body in the sand, but as I see it, it also disappears. I try to fight this darkness by focusing on this magic and this love that was flowing before. Then I see black clouds in the sky, approaching, but I realise it’s just black birds. They land a bit further ahead in the sand, so I keep walking through the dunes, holding on to positive thoughts. When I get closer, I see these birds are giant crows, the size of a man, with beaks as large as my arms and still I don’t feel afraid. Only when they start closing me in I get a bit nervous and decide to back away. As I walk back slowly, I see my friends are still on my pursuit and getting closer to me. I tell them to back away, saying it’s dangerous. Then the birds soar and as they almost reach us, it gets darker and the sea rises. We have water by the knees, making it harder to run. Then the birds disappear but from the sea comes a kind of army of big frightening dark apes. Each of them has a monstrous version of the face of the specific person they attack. I decide to fly now to escape them, but then I see one with my face and she just jumps on me and knocks me down to the ground.Everything goes black.
I then don’t know if I am awake or still asleep, because I feel my body lying down, but I see nothing.
Slowly I realise I'm still in the dream, because I feel the sand under my body, but lucidity starts fading and the dream takes over me. I feel tall grasses all around and also warm bodies. I choose to lie still because I don’t know if the ape-monsters are still around. Slowly I start to see some shapes and then the sun rises. Through the tall grasses I see what looks like an army picking up those who are lying down. I see a wooden pathway (those to walk through the dunes) and I manage to slide to a hole in the sand under it. A girl next to me grabs my shirt and totally speechless opens her eyes wide, like totally panicking and saying “Don’t leave me here!” But I can’t help her. I see them taking her and others away. Hidden, I manage to approach their “operation centre” – they have trucks and trains to take people away in groups. There’s a small group standing in line, waiting to be shipped somewhere and I hear them saying “Those guys over there are lucky. They’ll actually have a nice life, near the elite. They’ll be able to study and have good jobs, working for them. The rest of us will be brutally enslaved.”
I then see the group they are referring to and I spot a friend of mine, Eva, among them. They are inside a train carriage and I manage to sneak in and pretend I’m one of them. I want to know more. I want to find out more. I sit by her side and she asks me what am I doing there. The others look unfriendly, clearly thinking if they should report me or not, but in the end they don’t care. I ask her what she knows about this and she just tells me she knows we will be taken to a big city. The travel lasts day and night and we pass by some city at night and we stop at a big improvised tent in the middle of some deserted area, during the day, for eating and resting. She is good at extracting information from people, so then she comes to me with a list of names of places we will be going through until our final destination and they all sound Egyptian-like and I can't recall them. All I do remember was that final destination was Anunaki.

7:00 GMT