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I had a hard time sleeping last night because I'm sick with a sore throat, a cough and a stuffy nose. When I finally fell asleep at 3:00am, I woke up at 3:30am to a spinning blade coming through the window. I really thought someone was breaking in. I rolled over my husband off the bed in fright, not wanting to die, and shook him, begging him to get up. Then I realized it was just a hallucination and the window was fine.

Pretty scary to go to bed after that and think what else I might see, but I managed to go back to bed and no see any more hallucinations. I used autosuggestion, telling myself to sleep peacefully and have good dreams, no bad dreams or hallucinations. I didn't end up remembering any dreams when I woke up, but I slept peacefully.

I'll be going back to bed since I'm sick and didn't get much sleep.

Time unknown hypnopompic hallucination

I wake up to see a humanoid figure kneeling down at my cat, Miitan's level staring at her. My cat is stretched out laying on my husband's legs, not looking at the figure (if she was... that'd be very creepy). The figure is translucent and I can only really see the outline. It seems male to me. So different from my usual hallucinations, which are full of color and depth. I also rarely hallucinate humanoid figures and more often just spiders.

Dream recall at 10:30 am non-lucid

Lingering feeling about a farm after waking up. I felt like I wasn't going to remember any dreams from that night. I wasn't focused on dreaming that night and just wanted to rest. I laid in bed for a while, soaking up the comfort of my nice pillow and blankets, and then suddenly remembered my dream.

I went to my best friend's house, which in my dream world is a farm. I've dreamt it this way before. As always, we start off having a good time, but then we go to the mall with her friends, which like in previous dreams, leads me to going off on my own instead of sticking with the group.

In the dream I feel really self conscious about my looks, everything from the clothes that I'm wearing (which are really layered in the dream) to my hairstyle to my face, which leads me to feeling too embarrassed to hang out with her friends.

We stick around at the entertainment store, in which I point out some Japanese media. At one point I see a よつばと！ box set, thinking how can this be, the creator of the manga doesn't want it to be an anime, but when I pick it up, I realize it's only a box set of the manga.

The next place I go with them is a pet store, which is more of an adoption center. I feel I really want to adopt a dog, but the prices range around $8000. I figure it'd be better to go to a breeder or adopt from a shelter. One of the dogs is strangely the face of a human woman with dark, medium-length crimpy hair and dark skin. One person pets her, but I find it odd. When I went up to her, she insults the way I look.

There's something about a play my friend's friends are going to perform later and we prepare for it, but I don't remember much.

I stay behind as they all head to a different store. I explore the mall. At one point, I reach a museum like area that I've been to with my friend in a previous dream but go to alone in this dream. I'm in line with people from another school and somehow when looking at myself in a mirror, taking off layers, trying to adjust my hair, end up exposing one of my breasts accidentally. I check to see if anyone noticed, and one boy who has dark skin and an afro did notice, but gives an expression that let's me know it's not a big deal and accidents happen.

Somehow I end up hanging out with that boy and his friends. They ask me to participate in their play, but I just can't accept, because I'd feel guilty not participating in my friend's but participating in theirs.

Somehow I make it back to my friend's house and feel guilty for not spending time with her, but hoping she understands. I'd rather just spend time with her one-on-one. She understands. I think about how am I going to get home without a GPS and figure I'll just ask her which way to the highway later.

At some point this girl, who's friends with us in the dream but I don't know in real life, comes through the window to hang out. She's Asian.

I think I see my friend's dad in the dream whom in real life I've never met before, but I don't remember.

Finished recording the dream at 10:50 am.

Morning of December 1, 1990. Saturday.



In real life, I had been sleeping on the couch in the Loomis Street living room. My black vinyl-covered winter gloves with cloth cuffs were on the coffee table to my left. I was sleeping on my left side (facing north). The sun was already up and daylight was coming through the window on my right as well as the east window.

In my vivid dream, which came after I had been awake for a short time and fallen asleep again, I was watching a battle scene with army tanks and running soldiers. There is some sort of distortion where the battle scene seems to become miniaturized and occurring on the coffee table. I woke from this very clear dream imagery to be somewhat disoriented by still seeing the moving tank treads. There was a very light dizziness and an atypically sustained waking transition.

I had been gazing, open-eyed, before fully awake, at the open end of one of my winter gloves. The effect was a flawless transformation of what I had thought I was watching in my dream. The black cuff of my glove, the open cuff directly facing me, was still moving like a tank tread, and it took several seconds before the hypnopompic illusion faded.

I found this waking illusion fascinating. Apparently, my reticular activating system was slower than usual this time (and I was colder as well), as I do not usually have sustained hypnopompic hallucinations (which are always caused by incorrectly perceiving a feature in my environment with open eyes yet while still sleeping and dreaming). (When I have watched vivid hypnagogia for typically an hour or more during the first part of every sleeping period since early childhood, it is never integrated into any real aspect of my environment and I always know what it is, using it to deliberately “step into” a dream setting of my choice. The first hour of hypnagogia is usually fully lucid whereas hypnopompia is not and rarely lasts more than a few seconds, with only some exceptions, such as this one, in my lifetime.)

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