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Took a B-Complex supplement about 2 hours before sleep and also sipped some natural apple juice throughout the night.

Colored String Competition
0200: C. In a competition. Each player has a small plastic toy bow (as in bow-and-arrow) with a colored piece of string. There are about 10 people including me. Some are vaguely familiar. There is a host, like it's a game show. The goal is to guess the color of other's strings. I think mine is plain white. The host guides us through a few rounds. Then one round is tricky. The choice is between two people who have pink and red. We are supposed to guess which is which. Only me and one other girl get it right. Actually, I just copy her guess. I realize she is Lexi, a childhood friend.

WBTB+MILD, short

Bunker, Dream Control without Lucidity
0452: B. Ok, this dream was really vivid. I could have sworn it was lucid, but on waking up and recalling I realized I never actually had the critical lucid moment. I'm on a Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II map. I think it's called Quarry. But I'm not fighting. I look for a bunker under the hills and find one. It has a low ceiling, a locking door, and a narrow pillbox window looking out at the center of the map. I'm glad that the door has a lock for some reason. I look at the low ceiling. This is the point where I appreciate how vivid the dream is and I feel that pre-lucid tingle but never go fully lucid. The ceiling is bare rock with a tangle of metal braces, electrical wires, and light bulbs. There are also some spider webs and I carefully look for spiders but find none. The whole room is only about 10 feet by 10 feet. I think there is a bed and a few military-looking green crates stacked around.

Now Hugh and a girl are in the room with me. The girl is tall and skinny with a brown hair in a pony tail. Kinda tomboyish. She vaguely reminds me of the ex-girlfriend of an old friend from college. She's casually dressed in jeans and a tank top with some cleavage, which is distracting me. I show them the view through the window. It's bright day outside. You can see the part of the map where there's a big stack of cube-shaped cut stones. But in the dream, they are cardboard boxes instead of stones. I notice this is weird but not enough to become lucid. Then I try to impress both of them, mostly the girl, with some dream powers. I try to levitate an empty water bottle but fail. The girl is bored and wants to go somewhere else. I try to teleport us out but fail again. So we walk out the door, through a hallway and out into the open.

Hugh and the girl venture off. I'm looking around and see Justin, a childhood friend, walk up to me. His hair is buzzed really short, almost bald. He's wearing a light blue UCLA T-shirt. He says something about the UCLA football team. Then he asks if I'm bored and what to do something. He suggests we go watch a movie called "Cobalt Jungle." I say "Hell, yeah!" Here's where I start showing some dream control.

Justin jumps on a motorized dirt bike and I fly behind him. I'm parallel to the ground, just a 2-3 feet off the ground. We're traveling on a very rough dirt road with a steep hill bank on either side. The sky is now overcast and the ground is muddy with patches of green. Justin and I are weaving around telephone polls that are scattered on the road. I want to go faster so I concentrate and accelerate. We started at about 30 mph, now it feels like 80 mph. Justin hits a bump in the road and falls off his bike. But before he hits the ground, I reach with my left arm and use telekinesis to put him back on the bike and to keep the bike from crashing. Wake up and try to DEILD but no luck.

WBTB+MILD, long, read DV

The Blue Sweater
0638 B. Another very vivid dream. This time I become lucid for a while. I recall a fragment from the earliest part of the dream. I'm laying in bed and feel something warm at my feet. I lift the sheets and see my old cat Sam balled up. He wakes up and moves up the bed closer to me and lays down again next to my body for warmth. I think, aww, so cute.

False awakening. I roll over to write in my journal. It's early morning light outside. The window is at the head of the bed, which is the correct direction. Next to my journal, I see two pairs of glasses. One looks like mine, though this isn't where I usually place them when I sleep. The other pair looks similar in style but smaller. I think, hmm, who's are these? I get up and look around nervously. Is there someone else in my room? No. The room is fairly convincing as my real bedroom and very vivid. I examine the glasses more closely. They look like reading glasses that you would wear at the edge of your nose. They say "Granny" on the legs like a brand name.

As I'm looking at the glasses, I notice I'm wearing a very thick and woolly royal blue sweater. I think, Umm what? I don't own anything like this. I nose-plug check and I can breath. But I'm not convinced. The scene seems too vivid to be a dream. I do the nose-plug again and can breath again. Hmm. Ok, I guess I'm dreaming. But I'm still surprised. I do a finger-through-the-hand check to be sure. My finger doesn't go through but I look down and see my finger smushed like clay against the palm of my hand. Ok, I'm finally convinced.

What to do? I think of my plan. My plan that I set for tonight was: look at my hands, feel my body, notice my clothes, then take off my clothes and do something embarrassing while naked. I get up the taking off my clothes. I start pulling the sleeves of the blue sweater when I decide that I could be doing something interesting while disrobing.

I look at the window and realize it's wrong. It's a long and rectangular. It should be two tall narrow windows. Outside, I see a front lawn and other houses like a suburban neighborhood. That's also wrong; I live in the city with a parking structure across the street. This improves my lucidity but distracts me. Outside on the lawn, I see a giant TV screen. It's a billboard mounted just a few feet off the ground. There are a few adults throwing a football on the street. I intuitively know they are a news crew from the local TV station. I forget about my clothes and plan. I climb on the bed and try to phase through the window. I get halfway and feel stuck. Oh no!

At this point, my recall is broken and I lose lucidity. I might have woken up and DEILD back. Either way, the dream continues. One of the news crew is now in my room. He's an Asian man with a light blue dress shirt and slacks. He reminds me of a real TV reporter from one of the TV stations in Los Angeles. He apologizes for the billboard and says it won't be there more than three days. He goes on about how important advertising is for his station and who important the suburbs are. As we're talking, he starts standing, then sitting, then laying on the floor near my desk. Then he goes on about how television and entertainment are so important to our culture. He compares it to religion in the time of Jesus. I try to summarize his argument "So, the Internet is the new religion?" He says "Yes, exactly!"

WBTB, trouble falling asleep

Soccer
1107: D. Playing on a soccer team. Maybe a college team. Strict grid system with only one part of slack allowed. I am a controversial new member of the team. I make a play that leads to a goal.

Elusive First Cycle Dream
0430: D. First cycle. Once again that strange feeling in the first cycle of having slept for a long time. When I woke up, I was a bit upset that maybe I had slept through the whole night without any recall. But when I looked at the clock I realized I'd only been asleep for about 75 minutes. By this time, the vague recollection of my dream had mostly faded. This is what I wrote: No plot recall. Just feeling of missing something. Feeling of change. Chasing to recover something lost. In retrospect, maybe the feeling was about the dream recall itself, not within the dream. Or maybe the feelings from the dream spilled over into waking. Anyway, moving on.

Girlfriend in India
0630: B. This is likely some residue of a conversation I had with a friend about his Pakistani girlfriend. I'm in India living in a cheap apartment. I'm dating an Indian girl. She looks like the contestant from MasterChef. We're fooling around in the bed and she wants to go further. I don't want to or maybe I'm just teasing her. Suddenly I'm wearing my sleep mask. She pulls it off and tells me to stop acting silly. We end up just cuddling and seem to drift off to sleep.

I wake up in the hallway outside the apartment. The girl is gone. Hugh lives next door. He's exiting his apartment and locking his door. He notices me and stops to talk. He's heading off to work and he's wonder why I'm sleeping in the hallway. He leaves.

I stumble into the apartment but now it's where the girl and her parents live. I'm trying to figure out how to turn on the A/C and hang a "do not disturb" sign for the maid. The girl and her parents are talking around a small kitchen table. The mother is concerned that her daughter is dating a boy. The father is proud of the job he has done raising her. Then an air raid siren goes off. The mother tells the girl to go tie up the reindeer.

Just Weird
0755: C. I live in a house is feels familiar but isn't recognizable. It's really hot and humid. At school, there's a contest to do something with two sheets of fabric. I guess I won and I bring home two blankets. I talk with my mother and sister about where to put them. Suddenly, instead of two blankets, it's a colorful table placemat and a frozen packaged crab. The placemat is white with blue and orange stripes. The crap is bright orange and the package says it's from Mexico. I decide to put the two items in the dining room where there is a very long large dining table. But I guess we barely use this room. There's a spider web above the table and a live crab walking across the table. My sister breaks the spider web and the spider falls near her. She and I are both freaked out and run out.

Practicing Dream Control
0905: B. A short WBTB where I used the bathroom and had a few slips of water. Practiced MILD suggestion going back to sleep. I sense there was more plot earlier in the dream but don't recall, so I pick it up as I'm in a nice quiet residential neighborhood cul-de-sac. It's a sunny autumn afternoon. All the houses are two-story with nice lawns, trees, and Halloween decorations. I enter one house in the middle of the block. Inside it's a crowded house party. I walk up the stairs to the second floor, stepping sideways through the crowd. I see a guy who I recognize as Nick, a friend from high school. I'm confident I'm dreaming and I'm ready to execute my plan. I continue walking through the upstairs of the house, walking with purpose and determination. I'm looking at my hands and rubbing them.

My first task is to touch and pick up a few objects, which I do as I'm walking through a bedroom and then a hallway. I think I picked up an empty can of peas. I'm looking for a window that overlooks the front of the house. I find one and run and jump through. It's a small window so I hit the wall as well but I go right through and hover gently down to the street. I don't recall hearing a crash so I don't know if I smashed through or if I passed through, but it's satisfying enough to count as my task.

So I'm back out in the middle of the cul-de-sac street. I'm feeling pretty confident and ready to try my next task. I want to summon a girl from work named S and then teach her to fly. So I'm looking for a door. The house on the corner catches my eye. I walk up to the front door of the house and I think, yup, this is S's house. I picture her opening the door and then I knock. A woman opens the door but she's not right. She has many of S's features and her voice is similar, but she looks about 50 years old. I roll with it. "Hi, you must be S's mother. Is she home?" She replies: "Yes, come on it!"

The house is a bit dark inside and decorated with oriental rugs which kinda makes sense. I ask, "Is she upstairs?" I look at the stairs, expecting her to be coming down. Again, there is a woman there but she still isn't S. Again she has similar features, tan and pretty with long black hair. She looks about 35. The girl I'm looking for is supposed to be about 25. The mother says exactly what I'm thinking: "Oh, that's her older sister." I try one more time. "Could you call S down?" Once more, another S impostor comes walking down the stairs. This one was pretty close. Her age and height are right and her voice is right on. S's Turkish accent is probably the most distinctive thing about her IWL. But this girl isn't as tan and she has freckles on her face. Hmm, my confidence is a bit shaken. I talk to this girl a little, I forget about what. I give her a hug and a couple of friendly kisses. I decided to leave and move on.

I walk outside. I'm a bit discouraged. That didn't go as planned. I recall the earlier part of the dream and, come to think of it, my lucidity is probably only average. I'm thinking of what to do next. Meet Dream Guide? Hmm. I look at the house at the far corner of the street. It has the most Halloween decorations on the block. I try to imagine opening the door to see my Dream Guide, who I imagine is Yoda. But on the heels of the less than perfect summoning, I decide to do something else. I resolve to spin to a new scene. I picture my office and start spinning. As I'm spinning for about 10 seconds I still see the neighbor scene around me. Hmm. I slow down. Should I close my eyes? What if that makes me wake up. I tell myself, don't think about closing your eyes! Of course, I close my eyes and wake up. Ah! Rookie mistake. Oh well. Lesson learned.

Missed Lucid, Facepalm Worthy
1125: C. I had trouble falling asleep after the last dream so I got up and read DV for a while and then got back to bed about an hour later. This dream might as well have been a giant light in my eyes screaming "Dreamsigns!" Yet I blew it. I'm walking in a bright outdoor school yard. The buildings are familiar to my high school. It's lunch time and it's crowded with students. Everyone is wearing the navy blue uniforms from my junior high. I think, hmm, if this were a dream this would totally be a dreamsign. I look around to see if a recognize anyone. I see a group of people that I didn't like in high school that often recur in my dreams. Yup, that would be another dreamsign. I walk near them through the crowd, hoping to overhear their conversation without them noticing me.

I continue through the crowd and see a white soccer ball bouncing toward me. I think, now see if I were lucid, I'd probably kick this soccer ball. I kick it but I still don't clue in that I'm aware that I'm dreaming. I actually feel disappointed that I'm not lucid and any amount of lucidity or dream control that I might have had fades away. I decide to leave. I walk to the parking lot but I don't find my car where I expect it. I get a little worried. I wander around pressing the lock button to trigger the car horn. I finally hear the horn on the far side of the school, which now is only one building that looks like a hamburger stand with some covered benches near it. I walk to my car and recognize it. End.

untitled
0513: D. Dreaming of lying in bed trying to sleep. Maybe a little INRALD feeling at the very end but woke up.

Too Many Clocks
0852: D. Again, dreaming of lying in bed trying to sleep. I hear Lance's voice as he's trying to have a conversation with me. I don't say anything. I sit up. It's dark. I look at my Zeo which is now hooked up to another alarm clock. I also see my cell phone in its dock. That's three clocks beside my bed. The Zeo has "hacked" the other alarm clock to show the same brainwave data on it's display. I have a pre-lucid moment of thinking that is weird. But dream ends.

Calendar, Closet
1014: C. I'm in a familiar house, probably Daisetta. I'm in my bedroom closet looking for a pair of underwear, but all the ones I find aren't the style that I like. My sister beckons me to come out to the living room. We have cousins in town. In the entryway, there's a giant calendar drawn on an big whiteboard mounted to the wall. Apparently, I drew it as a scheduling tool for the family. (I used this "visual management" device at work about a year ago) My family and cousins are praising me for how effective this calendar is. They ask how they should add something. Apparently the cousins are in town for a funeral and they want to note the day that the person died. I suggest that they draw a colored symbol like a star or circle on that day instead of writing words.

I return to the closet in my bedroom. It's a walk-in, like my current closet, but it shouldn't be for this house. Now I sense that I'm just visiting home but I don't live here. My mother is going to move out of this house soon so I should clean out my closet. I start collecting old pairs of shoes to throw away. On a shelf, I see a rotting box with a trail of ants crawling into it.

I didn't wear my Zeo this night. I felt like a pilot flying a plane without instruments. Also an irregular night because of the nap.

The Chess Set
2140: C. This was actually a nap in the late evening, but I'll include it in the night recall tally. Lance and I are cleaning up a chess set that has spilled on the floor. The set looks just like the one I had as a kid with rough wooden pieces of beige and brown. We set up the pieces on the board to easily see if any are missing. The cross on the crown of the white king has broken off. We get all the pieces and decide to play. I'm white, Lance is black. I don't remember the moves but I lose.

Then our bosses come along and we tell them about the game. But they are only interested in the chess set itself because Chris bought it. They are praising Chris. Lance is upset that they are ignoring the game and I am doubly upset because I also lost. Chris isn't there but I remember that I found his wallet on the ground. It's a rather plain black leather wallet and rather thick. I put it in my desk drawer for safe keeping until he returns on Monday. Wow. This dream totally makes sense in a very metaphorical way. Dreams are like that.

Marooned, The Pittsburgh Pirates
0530: D. I recalled this dream just after the one below it. I'm just guessing at the time. The recall is poor because it got muddled by the subsequent dream. Still, this is the first time I've recalled two separate dreams at once. I'm stuck an a deserted island with three other people. Two are male, one female. It's a tropical island with lots of palm trees. It's more like Robinson Crusoe than it is Lost. There is a calm lagoon. I sit and talk with the woman overlooking the lagoon. We don't think we'll get rescued but I guess we do with an abrupt scene change. Some one tells me that the the Oakland A's beat the Pittsburgh Pirates in the World Series. I'm surprised and don't believe it at all. (This is just like a scene from Lost with Jack and the Boston Red Sox.)

Cluttered Office
0706: C. I'm in an office building working. My mother and father are there. I have my own office. Someone comes into my office and remarks how cluttered it is. It looks more like a bedroom crowded with furniture. There's a bed, a dresser, a desk, maybe a bunk bed, and some other furniture. It's so crowded you can't actually open any drawers or climb on the beds. There's only room for me to sit at the desk. I'm supposed to be working but I'm cleaning up the room instead.

I take a bunch of stuff out to the back of the building to toss in the dumpster. There is a small patio lined with vines. At this point, the scene feels more like my old house in SAV. I meet my father out there. He asks "What are you doing around the humid dumpster?" I notice that it's bright, hot and humid outside. I lift and drop some things in the dumpster and then I notice flies and insects in and around it. I turn around and see bees flying around the flowers in the vines. I'm grossed out and run inside through a sliding glass door. There are a few insects crawling on the floor inside and I try to shoo them out. End.

Virtual Reality Game With "Iceman"
1119: C. I'm playing a first-person shooter game using futuristic virtual reality suits. The "real" world is a clean futuristic spaceship like Star Trek. The "virtual" game world is also futuristic but rougher, like Halo or Gears of War. The game takes place in a forest with sunlight spilling through the canopy. It reminds me of a map from Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II. Both scenes are moderately well lit.

So I'm playing this game with a team against another. On our team is Val Kilmer who is just like his character "Iceman" from Top Gun. I'm jealous of how good he is. We are beating the other team. The other team's captain is a mild-mannered middle-aged man. At one point, our team pulls out the lightsabers and chainsaws. But the other team stops the game and complains. They are afraid they will die for "real" if they are cut by a chainsaw. I think they should have to forfeit for this, but we keep playing without the gruesome melee weapons because Iceman is such a calm and confident guy. We win easily.

We exit the game and are back on the spaceship. The captain of the ship looks like the chief instructor from Top Gun. He congratulates a few people on the team for their great play, especially Iceman. I don't get any praise. I only did okay. I feel jealous.

The new technique worked! I remembered my dream, and I even forgot to say my mantra!

---Dream---

Well I was at a shopping centre which is my dream version of the real shops down the road. It was really long and vivid, but when I woke up, I moved around and got out of bed before I bothered to write it down, so I only remember the end.

The place had at least three levels, I was with my sister, and we were trying to get to the bottom floor when we were on the 3rd floor. We stopped and looked down, and my sister was sick or something and she said "I wish I could just jump down there."

She stayed there while I kept going towards the escalators at the end of the shopping centre. I went down to the bottom floor, and saw a pet shop as I came off the escalator. There were two guys in suits who were working there. The shop had items out in the walkway as well as the actual store, so I tried to go between them, but someone with a dog and a 5-year-old were already coming through.

I stepped aside, but a dog sitting in the shop started barking really loudly at the person's dog, and the pet shop staff looked over, and I saw that the barking dog was white and ginger, and had something wrong with it's eye. It was sad, but scary at the same time. The people walked past, but I decided to go into the pet shop. It was very cramped.

All of a sudden there was a weird flying insect buzzing around the shop; it was orange and looked kind of like a wasp. One of the shopkeepers said "Ah, it'll be fine!"

I woke up, wishing I had remembered more.
I had a really full dream, I just can't remember it.
It's like having a blanket completely over a bed, but the only bit you can remember is the pillow
Like eating an ice cream, but only remembering the cone

Morning of June 23, 1981. Tuesday.

Dream #: 5,300-02. Reading time: 50 sec.



I am in the Chipmunk Coulee region in Wisconsin, where I have not lived since I was about five years of age. I am in a clearing just outside a wooded area on a hill. It seems isolated, peaceful, and beautiful. I am unaware of anyone else.

Eventually, it is nighttime. I see a big bright greenish-yellow light that I cannot identify. At first, I think it may be a spacecraft. As it comes closer, I see it is a giant firefly, about the size of a small airplane. It does not seem to be a threat, though there is a sense of puzzlement and wonder.

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[projected transitional vestibular system correlation]

This event type, though always different in each sleep cycle, is a result of projected anticipation of the waking process itself and stems from the correlation of the imaginary physicality of the dream state with my legitimate physicality and orientation.

Yellow (especially as light) is a factor of emerging consciousness associated with sunrise, often only discernible in the final stage of a dream.

I anticipate the dream state as being unlike waking life. The result of my thought creates a UFO, but it resolves as the increasing mental energy of my emerging consciousness. The result is a positive and wondrous association.

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