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Total sleep time: 9+ hrs

Dream recall technique: dr1 – woke up, noted key words only, went to bed and played the dream 3 times in mind; dr2-dr4 left it entirely to chance if I would recall anything after final wake

Other irrelevant info: was supposed to wake up on time but turned off the alarm, and as I lay in bed I fell asleep, woke up two hours later and had a shorter Saturday. Well, you can’t have it all…

Dream1: I am looking at a building and can see a female politician . I am in some kind of garden where there is sand instead of grass, and cactus-type looking plants. The politician is going somewhere and I hide behind part of the garden construction, observing her. She has a beautiful watch, silver with tiny diamonds. I am thinking about the watch so I zoom in, in my mind. It then becomes a strange looking ring. There is a large gray stone in the middle, and the metal part looks like a twisted wire, like an old handicraft object. I am thinking about how people have treasured rings and precious stones even in ancient times.

I walk to another section of the garden, where I see small insects, like bees or flies, but hey, they are walking bypedally and have colourful armour. Next to them are small toys similar to kinder surprise toys. They are also alive and move. There a 3-4 different types and 4 of each type one next to the other.

Around the garden there is a race track, where Formula 1 cars usually drive. I start throwing small pieces of paper on the track. I later realize that these pieces may interfere with the driving, but it is too late. The cars cannot drive any more, they malfunction and get broken. I begin to worry that the cost of the damages would be really high, these are F1 cars. People would know it is me who did it, because the pieces of paper all have my name written on them. I start to collect them from the track in a plastic bag that I bring with me, and which I leave nearby. My collecting the papers is in vain, because somebody already saw one or two of these and they know. I am looking at a monitor which has information about one of the drivers. All I recall from what I read is that the driver is racing for Renault. I then remember that I left the plastic bag with the papers near the track so I want to go back and take it. I use an elevator to do so. The elevator comes and I press the 4th floor but don’t get in. The doors close, and I think “Damn, now I have to wait again”, but suddenly I find myself in the elevator and am going up.

This turns into some kind of detective series, where I am the party who is at fault, I am also a man. There is a woman with me who is investigating what has happened, and a relative of whoever has suffered from my action. I have no idea what that means, but I have the desire to tell that relative that it is me who is responsible for this and so I tell her. She gets really mad and annoyed with me, and I have to flee to another room to escape her reaction.

At some point in the corridors of that place my grandpa appears. [I haven’t seen him for 15 yrs irl, divorced grandma a long time ago]. I am surprised that I see him, the image becomes quite vivid and on focus. [Maybe it’s a dream?] I just ask him how he is, and how his family is doing.

Dream2: I am going somewhere very far to throw away the garbage. I find myself in a basement like room where there are hats on the couch. I am trying to concentrate on throwing away things and I see in a box containing trash, how many things I have actually cleared out. I look at another box and recognize some books as mine that I don’t want to get rid of. Maybe I will just use the place as a storehouse then, I think to myself.

Initially, I leave the room and want to be on my way, but there is a bum in front of me, and his scary looking dog(DS), like a big hound. He is also out of his mind, he is talking to himself or people that are not there. I try to avoid him. Then I decide that I want to go back to the place, but he is in front of the entrance. The place is now at the corner of a building and there are two entrances. That does not make it easy for me to enter. This is a favourite place for bums who are everywhere and so are their dogs. The dogs try to enter the place and the bums are inside. I finally manage to get in. I notice lots of rucksacks on the floor. My own rucksack feels suddenly very heavy and I open it. Inside of it is another red rucksack. [Crazy, bit just a bit].
As I am leaving the place a bum woman DC starts talking to me and I pretend I am one of them.

I am going home, walking down the street. I pass some place where they sell food so I decide to buy some. The place is like Indian food, but is not Indian at all. Some kind of really exotic stuff I really can’t describe, like green looking pasta, and some stuff that is half-cooked. The DC that works there comes at me, he has dark skin but is not Indian I have no idea where he is from. I ask him what kind of meat that is and stare at one of the products he is selling. He says it’s buffalo.

Dream3: I am in a phone booth and I am looking at an advertisement of Heinz tomato soup. In the ad this guy tells the story of how this soup has changed his life or something of the kind. I look at the name of the guy, it is my friend’s name. [who really loves that soup by the way]. I find the ad very funny. I am in a room and am talking to the friend “So, you took part in the ad, huh?”. He confirms, and then complains that the room smells unpleasantly, and that he can’t sleep there. I am trying to find ways to bring some fresh air in.

Dream4 [Fragment]: I am on the level of the first floor and look down to see two DS casually lying on the ground. The guy has shoulder –length blonde hair and perhaps a leather jacket, and there is a girl lying next to him. They look like they enjoy living like hippies, all relaxed and stuff. Suddenly, my boot slips away from my foot and starts falling. I yell at them to watch out, but it hits the guy. I begin to apologize but he doesn’t seem to mind the boot falling on him at all. Then, wearing socks, I try to step on some kind of metal ladder to come down and get my boot back.

06.01.2013

Michael Duncan Doesn't Dish wash Properly (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I find myself inside of a random room, and I meet Michael Duncan who's near the kitchen sink.

I assume this is his household, have no awareness that he passed away in waking life, and I ask him if I may have a bottle of water from the fridge. He allows me to instantly, and he seems to be in a fairly positive attitude.

However, he has the blank state most dream characters have where they just go neutral after you don't give them any kind of attention. It almost seemed as if he was senile or something, and I was wondering if he had a mental disability.

The fridge was white, the floor was white, and the sunlight shining on the tile floor a bit made it look like it was a milky sky blue color. The actual kitchen light wasn't on, it was mostly visible because of the natural sunlight.

Instead of drinking from the random water bottle, which looked vivid and detailed in terms of plastic and water reflections, I was going to search for a glass cup to drink it out of. I honestly don't know why I couldn't have used the bottle itself, but I picked some random dish that wasn't even a cup.

I tried to remove the red stain on the plate, and it felt like it was hardened gum or something of that nature. I was using a sponge with two sides, one for basic scrubbing that was yellow, and the green side for more grittier scrubbing for metal objects, etc.

It's not working, but somehow the stains are getting on the green side of the sponge, and this is really confusing me because I see the plate still has the same amount of sticky residue on it. So I decided to get down and dirty and started to use my fingernails.

I'm making better progress, but damn, it's really difficult taking out these sticky and hard stains out of the place. I managed to get half of a huge chunk of the stain off, but it's just annoying, and with the other small stains still on the plate, it would take forever to get this thing done.

So I look to my left on the container for various silverware and glass objects, and I find a Wine Glass. I had a "Oh Okay" moment in my head, and quickly grabbed it to make sure it didn't have any stains or residue on it.

Turns out it did, and this time, it was orange-brown chunks of god knows what on it, and when I prepared to wash it, Duncan tells me that it's clean.

I tell him that it's not clean, he tells me again that it's clean. I don't know what happens next, but I assume that based on my pissed off mood, I left.

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06.01.2013

Setting Raid Insect Spray Traps (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of a room with shiny light brown wood flooring, and there are a few gaps near the bottom of these faded white walls.

There are lights on, but they're mostly dim, and I see that I could set up traps to kill random insects coming out of the gaps and other weird holes.

What I had to do was get a green can that would contain the insecticide contents, and a random black rack that you see in the Pool game to organize the balls.

This same can would have a red sensor beam that would pick any subtle movements, and the moment it triggers, the Triangle Rack would quickly fall down, trap the insects, and the green can would immediately spray and kill them all.

I start getting a bit sadistic and collected more cans and started booby trapping the place like I'm setting a Bouncing Betty in Call of Duty or something. I think at random intervals in the dreams, there were mini-people being trapped and killed.

They looked like cartoons, and I can't recall my feelings for them, but I can assume it wasn't really thoughtful of their lives. Then I ran out of supplies, and I tried to think of ways to get them. I assumed I had no money on me at all, and never bothered where I actually had the products in the first place.

Then the place and the flooring inside gets darker, and the floor is now a dark brown color, and it's not just because of the darkness; so either I had the environment shifted somehow or something.

I don't recall there being dead insect bodies anywhere, so I presumed most would disappear out of thin air. or something

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06.01.2013

Pissed Off at Father and Flipping Tables (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My father is sitting down on a random chair inside my apartment, and it seems most of the lights are on and working fairly well. He's wearing a black jacket, a faded khaki pants, and some random vanilla shirt underneath.

We're arguing about something obviously, because I'm pissed off, and I get so angry that I get near him and flip the table he was eating food on. I guess I added some offensive language here and there, can't recall them too well, and I can't remember what happens next.

I told him to just get out of the apartment I guess.

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06.01.2013

Party Starting Too Early and Not Finished Clothing (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a house that's awfully similar to the one I went to for the break from college, and I'm in the room where there's beads hanging along with some thin cloth as well.

I'm trying to change my clothes, and I hear the doorbell ringing. I knew it was guests getting ready to come in, and I had a pretty good perception of who it will be. It would be the parents and their demonic sp----I mean annoying children along with their older son.

I'm half-naked, and I can sense that they're getting closer and closer as someone is opening the door to tell them in. I quickly try to find any route that I can quickly hide myself to change properly.

I see an image of one of the kids, the REALLY annoying one, already planning to run to get into my room.

I panic a bit, and I can't remember what I did after that.

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06.01.2013

You Can't See Me Woman? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

So I'm inside of a room that looks like some kind of high corporate CEO office, and I honestly don't know what I'm here for. I guess I took something valuable, whether it was information or an object, but I would presume it was information since I don't recall holding or wearing anything to hold heavy objects.

It's fairly dark inside, but there's some lighting, like a pinkish-red lighting, and I get suspicious that someone may be coming in. So whatever I do, I managed to get out of the first hallway, but the person isn't even there as yet.

They're at a few more, and I have to hide somewhere, because once they get to where I am, I'll be caught. Whatever I did, I miraculously get out, and I decided to hide at this convenient gap between a spiraling stairs going up.

After a while, the lady comes in the room, and it has shiny black flooring, and it looks pretty fancy overall (the room mind you). The lady is dark-skinned, like light brown, and she has a nice hairstyle. I guess it was some kind of 80s type of hair design, and she's wearing a black skirt that only ends a few inches above her knees.

She's wearing a fancy dress shirt tucked under her shirt, and it consists of splashes of gray and white. She goes to the door to the right to do the secret pin and eye scan stuff I'm guessing, and as she's doing that, EVERYTHING in the room vanishes one by one.

And I start panicking that if the stairs disappear, I'm absolutely in a tight situation here. So the chairs, shelves, vases, and such vanish, and all there's left is the stairs. I believe parts of the stairs start to vanish, and this feels like some kind of de-materialization you would see in Assassin's Creed games.

So now I'm left exposed with my knees bent all the way down like a sitting duck, and even though the lady turns around, she doesn't see me?

Or she's ignoring me?

I'm like so easy to pick out here, but she's not really responding.

I don't know what happens next, and this is all too weird. I thought it would be a ALERT ALERT ALERT GUARDS GUARDS type of speel, but I guess not.

(guy screaming) Frogs! Frogs!
(some dude on the street) That guy has some serious frogs in his wall.
Tell me what's making you jump like that? FIMW - Frogs in my wall. How can I qualify for goverment grants? FIMW - Frogs in my wall

Like that? I made my dream into a song. You see I put my dream into this device, and it turns it into a song. I call it the dream-songinator. Good right?

LOL - jk jk

You can tell the obvious Phineas & Ferb references here. My dream really was about frogs in my wall, I had a huge gaping hole in my wall next to my bed. There were cold drafts coming through it. I did not like it. What a mess this is going to be to repair. I was still laying in bed, to tired yet to do anything really about it. I could see the frogs had crawled into the opening and up into the wall, big ones. I'm trying to reach up past my pillow and managed to beat one fist on my wall saying "Get out frogs!" The frog where I beat on the wall only crawls up inside further, I go "uuugghhh". The only thing that hasn't come in are squirels to look for food in my pants! And yes I have dirty clothes on my floor in the dream too.

As I look down at my bedroom floor, I notice there are 2 birds in here as well. At least they only came in to eat the insects that came in, good birds, keep eating them I don't need the insects in here either. They are poking around in the insulation that is deterioating, that is where most of the bugs are. I look up at the frogs again and I say "you're so dead once I get out of this bed!" I try to rest again, but just a little. My cousin Amie comes in my house, and I get up to talk to her. I'm sure she sees the hole in my wall, but she doesn't say anything about it. My cousin lives next to me in my dream, as in her house is next to mine. And I think our houses are in a trailer court, and may in fact be mobile homes.

My cousin tells me she has met my girlfriend earlier, and by the way she says it I can tell that she doesn't like her. My cousin was like "was that your girlfriend Amy I met earlier?" as we are walking down my hall away from my bedroom. I remember I was talking to her I just don't remember much else what was said. After that I woke up. My real cousin Amie lives almost a thousand miles away from me. She has not met my girlfriend Amy either.

After making a mental note of this dream, I go back to sleep again. I find myself on this boat, shaped more like a small barge. There is some guy with me, and we are going around measuring the depths of the bay. As we do this I get an underwater view of how deep the area we are covering is, as in 3 rd person view, I don't actually go underwater. At least I think I don't. As we are passing an underwater ridge that is on the way out to open sea, I start waking up. As I start waking up, the last thing I hear is: "Let us go down to the deepest depths. Let us breach the spirit of the brotherhood." It is in a male voice, and he sounds as though he were reading a line from Poe or Lovecraft.

An interesting side note, the night before I was trying to lengthen my falling to sleep so I could better categorize the stages. I got to hearing the voices speak to me, I caught enough to remember a female voice say, "that knight is stuck in your house, your garden overdue for repair." A little bit after that I remember jerking awake, as if I did a mini jump in my bed and my whole body felt as though it shook. Those frogs were so begging me to go lucid on them, I didn't know why I didn't. I just felt so tired in my dream. One more minute of that situation though.... my cousin pulled me out of my bed and away from that hole in my wall. I'm coming back for you frogs, you're not getting off that easy! lol

Here is a link in case someone hasn't seen the Phineas & Ferb song I was referencing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GKL6W...eature=related

I remember two dreams from last night. In the first one, I'm inside an old house. There's a man in one of the rooms doing something that the rest of us are trying to stop; conducting some sort of experiment or something like that. I don't remember what he's doing, only what the outcome is. Suddenly there are all of these insects in the walls. They're visible because it's like the sheetrock is transparent and you can see the wires and wall frame. The insects look like a swarm of bees and they're moving through the walls from the exterior to the interior of the house. Suddenly the lights go out and it's pitch black inside. A man's voice tells me, "Don't worry; they're going after him.", meaning the man in the room. Apparently, whatever he is doing is attracting the bugs to him. I feel some of the bugs crawl across me but they don't attack. I sense that to me, they're harmless. But the man in the room, I hear him start to scream. About a minute later, the lights come back on and we run to the room where the man had been. When we get there, all we see is a giant swarm of insects beginning to disperse and die. Within seconds, they're all dead and lying on the floor. I can now get a good look at them and realize they're not bees because their bodies and wings are longer and thinner. A man, perhaps the same one who told me earlier not to worry, calls me over and shows me little vials of blood that they have extracted from each of the insects and tells me that they apparently drained all the blood from the man's body before consuming it.

In my next dream, I'm in a cemetery and there's a funeral going on. I'm sitting with some of my family behind a grave that appears to belong to Leonard Nimoy. Besides his name on the headstone, there are photos of him and flowers and momentos laying around. But it's not his funeral because in the dream, I know I've been to his grave before. The funeral appears to be for William Shatner. His grave is just in front of Nimoy's and there is a similar collection of photos, flowers and momentos around it. I am a bit shocked by this because I didn't even know that William Shatner was ill; I thought he was in good health. Then the thought occurs to me that if he had been sick and lost some weight, he would look more like Captain Kirk from the original Star Trek series and that could be a good thing. Off to the side, one of my relatives is pointing out that Zsa Zsa Gabor's name appears on several of the headstones in the cemetery. Someone speaks up and says, "She married your uncle." Apparently, the names of the parents are on the headstones and that's why her name appears on more than one.

I'm disappointed that I did not pick up on any of the obvious clues that this was a dream. Zsa Zsa Gabor never married anyone in my family and both Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner are alive and well in the real world.

Walk through a school building

PS: Dream does not take place in an actual school, but an imaginary one. Though the dream was clear enough that I could draw the schematics of the school if I wanted to now.

So the dream began with me walking through the southern end of the building. Soon, I was faced with a bunch of lower grade kiddies having an event in a certain room of the building, blocking the path to where I was heading. Apparently this school housed all levels from kindergarten to university. After a little talk with the assistant teacher of the class, a young, beatiful lad, I was allowed to walk through. Apparently she thought the event was not thought completely through, and was decided to host in a spot that was inconvenient for all others. I continued on my way to where I was heading. Looking back, I saw the school church (what..? if a real school had a church in it, I'd go protesting) through a man height window divided into three sections, each of which were about 2/3 of the height of the window. The church itself was just a big cubic extention of the school building, made of red brick. It had one little door with a tri-window like the one mentioned earlier above it. Some vines were growing on the wall. The general inside style of the school was red brick walls with a reddish brown tile floor, and a white, low ceiling. After a couple of hallways, I arrived where I was supposed to go. Apparently at this point I remember that it's an info event, mainly taking place to make us consider where to advance after high school. Up first I see some class mates from the year just finished, and I see one from way back that I hadn't seen in ages, on the benches surrounding a sculpture in the middle of the room. One told me that one of my best friends had ragequit the final physics test and gotten a bad grade for it, as he had spent all his time trying to help others in it (don't know how this makes sense in a test, lol). He was there too. He looked down. And like he hadn't washed his long hair in ages. His hair was longer than IRL in this dream, more than the shoulder height it usually was. So I sat down on a large 10m, wall to wall, sofa which was black. My friend who was nearby, and whose backpack was on the sofa next to me, took it away to make more room, since it was at the very end of the sofa, next to which I sat down, and since I didn't have much room next to me on the other side. My old woodwork teacher from when I was only 14 came and offered us all some sandwiches/steak plates. I hesitated to take either and initially declined the offer for either, but then I decided to take a sandwhich. Didn't taste that great. I talked with one of my friends on the sofa a while, but the dream kinda ended there unclearly. Not sure at which point...



Infestation

I am on my computer, and notice that a part of my chest is tingling. I go to the bathroom to look at it in a mirror, and see that there's a bugbite on it. I scratch it. Accidentally I open it. I push the sides to get rid of the mush inside, but I end up squirting a lot of my real flesh out of it. A fistful of rotten flesh. Then I see it. It's completely filled with little worms and insects eating it. I freak out. I look closer, I mean, it's FILLED with them. And somehow I get the idea my whole body is too. My older brother calls out for me outside the bathroom so I clean up the flesh, put my shirt back on, and go talk to him. He asks questions about his new bass guitar. (what...? That's quite random)

PS: this dream made me not want to eat breakfast. A gross sight.

I had three dreams tonight. The first one I was with my dad, and he was attempting to heat up something that was outside our house by frying eggs. Don't ask me how it makes sense. I remember wondering what the hell he was doing, but then hearing some new music I've never heard before (my brain identified it as Daft Punk, but it wasn't), and I went on some kind of trip trying to figure out what it was.

I was then suddenly inside a gameworld, with graphics styled like unreal 1. There was some kind of asian girl there, and it was a mountain-type area. I remember there being fireballs of some sort, and a stone that we kicked around. There was also a cave in the mountain, which I walked into. Inside it was a bunch of creatures, I think my head told me they were ants, but they quite obviously weren't as they seemed intelligent. I then got out of the cave and found myself in room with a bed and insect-proof windows (the kind with a net behind them that you can open). I went to look out the window because there was something outside I really wanted to see, but there was a wasp on the inside, so I backed off. Then a friend of mine came and we talked a little, and then we went back to the window because we thought the wasp was gone. It then came back, and my friend backed off. I stayed there, and suddenly a kitten appeared between the window and the insect net. After a little while, we got it out of there and it turns out to be my friends kitten. I went back to the window once again, and there was now a huge spider there. Easily the size of my hand. It had an orange patter on it, and was quite bright in general. I told my friend about it, and then looked back only to find yet another huge spider. This one was brown and hairy.

That's about all I remember. I woke up shortly after that.

I am in the kitchen at my old house. Grandpa and Grandma are sitting across from me (at the wall side), and my brother is on my right (towards the dining room). Grandpa wants me to finish my dinner, although I am strangely full and am having difficulty doing so. I eat slowly, but I mostly push around my peas and wild rice (beef-flavoured). Grandpa says that he could have taken us to a biking fundraiser instead, but my brother and I quickly agree that he made the right decision not to go.

Either before this, or after, I am am in a forest. Part of it is on fire, because an angry nymph has sought revenge against humans. A witch is also chasing me, and eventually I end up at a cliff by a waterfall. She grabs me and jumps off it, saying something about ending a curse for her and starting one for me. I manage to survive (she disappears), although I hadn't expected to. I swim around in the pool before appearing at the top of a rocky river with my brother. We're both in bare feet, and as we attempt to climb down to the water of the river, I remark that we should have worn our sandals for traction and protection (the rocks are slippery). There are huge scallop shells in the river. I want to take them, but I am afraid there might be a crustacean inhabiting it already. Some of the shells have odd designs, like leopard spots and zebra stripes. At one point, I tell my brother that I am now [other name] (because of what the witch did to me) and prefer to be called that.

Then, I am at my cottage, walking up and down the lawn. It is a beautiful day, and the grass is a healthy green; however, there is an unusual number of insects. I watch as a quintet of dragonflies zoom past me. I walk under one of the oak trees, which is by the ferns across from the door (although no such tree exists). I accidentally angry a hornet's nest, and a large bumblebee starts chasing me! I swat it repeatedly with the back of my hand even though I am terrified of being stung. At one point, in the middle of the lawn (by the cabin), I pin it between the backs of my hand and shake, hoping again that it doesn't find a way to sting me. I fling it away and run for the cottage door, hearing an angry buzz behind me. I open the door and close it again just in time. My mother is at the stove, preparing lunch. I tell her about the bee.

15th of February, I can recall two dreams. Both of which, in hindsight, were completely illogical and should have prompted a reality check had I been more experienced in the field of dreams, DRs, DSs, RCs and LDs in general. Jotting this down straight from my 'real' dream journal, the one I keep next to my bed. Non Lucid, Lucid, Extra Note

1.) I vaguely recall viewing a scene (which was sort of reminiscent of a film like Starship Troopers) as an observer. The room is dark and there are several people in it, three at least. A man explains about how certain creatures would enter your body and the moment he finishes, screeches of some kind of bug alert the group and flashlights are turned on. A big (the size of a bread loaf) cockroach like creature is revealed to be standing right next to a woman who, until recently had been sleeping on the ground. One person shoots it with an energy weapon, with no effect. Another more tomboyish woman shoots it with a high caliber weapon, causing the creature to explode, sending its gory gibs all over the room. The woman turns to the person with the energy weapon and tells her to use a proper weapon, while hefting her weapon. She then opens a large door and starts shooting down the hallway, which is full of (the same?) creatures. The door closes however, crushing the woman in between the two ton metal door and its respective frame. She lets out no sign of pain though and continues shooting until she is pulled through the door by the insects, her hand being the last thing to pass through the doorway before it shuts. All that, and she didn't even scream.

2.) I was drifting around some sort of museum which had a robotics department. Robots however made no proper appearance. The only rooms of the department were located in a remote hallway. Einstein (yeah, seriously) comes by, recognises the word 'Robotics', enters the room and leaves disappointed. He then continues to comment on the shape of a strange medal, claiming that they messed up his design. (WtF?)

Pretty strange stuff. I mean, what the hell does Einstein have to do with the shape of medals? And robotics?
Anyways, signs noted, dream logged, hopefully this illogicality will prompt some reality checking in the future.

Last night I had a mix of dreams that when I woke up, didn't seem super worth remembering so I didn't push myself to recall all the details:

I was in a hotel being invaded by zombies. I remember going into a room with my ex girlfriend (who gave me a vibe that she was there with another man) to warn her. I remember going into the basement and it looked like my local shopping mall.

At one point, I became lucid. I was walking down one of the hotel halls and a guest or hotel worker was walking by. As she did, in the corner of my eye, I noticed she had a shadow. I thought: I bet I can turn her into a different person by pulling her through her own shadow. I grabbed her and pulled her through her shadow and she became someone else, but not anyone I recognized.

Another dream, there was a trail of ants entering my bedroom. It was massive. I looked closely and determined it to be made of ongoing, and oncoming traffic. I counted about five lanes moving in each direction.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Maybe I am pushing it too far. Just this night I woke up around 10 times, with only 1h or 1:30 of interval in between. In some of these moments I didn’t write down any dream, although I could remember I just had one. I actually can’t remember of one single moment I wasn’t dreaming. Every time I woke up I recalled a dream and as soon as I closed my eyes I resumed the dreaming, sometimes at the exact same point where I had left. Maybe I shouldn’t try so hard to recall dreams, because my mind is getting a little obsessed about it 


23:20 GMT - Sleep

Dream within a dream
Not sure what was the storyline, but have the feeling it was a dream within a dream or a dream about a dream.


1:00 GMT

A girl uses my dreams to enter some guy’s dreams
I am inside the mind of this guy, in his own living room projection, seeing his objects and absorbing his life stories through what I find. I see his picture of him on a shelf and I pick up from the table some notes written by him. He left something written about these dreams he’s been having about this mysterious girl, how strange the dreams are and how he thinks she is real. He calls her Lilith and all that he describes in his notes remind me of a few of my own dreams. I have this impression that I have some connection to this girl – I have this idea that she is like a ghost in the machine. I’m not actually her, but she uses my dreams to enter his dreams. And he is so obsessed about her.
I then can actually sense her presence in the room, just like a ghost. Through the window I see a thick darkness outside. It’s a bit creepy and I shut the blinds to feel less goosebumps.

Mystical sunset
I am in my kitchen but outside, instead of other buildings, I see through the window-door the most beautiful and remarkable sunset ever over a sea harbour. There’s a few clouds in the sky, which is radiant in orange and purple shades. I go outside to really absorb this mesmerizing beauty. At this point my mother and my boyfriend appear by my side, also amazed at this incredible scenario. I have this distinct feeling that we are in some special place in-between dreams and sharing it. But before I make a remark about this to them, I suddenly wake up. My boyfriend is deeply asleep by my side and I don’t have the courage to wake him up and ask.

2:18 GMT

Police chasing and using a long-time-no-see friend at a party as cover
I am on a train and for some reason there’s policemen on my pursuit. I get out at next stop and mingle with the crowd, but they are still after me. I meet with these two people, a girl and a boy, in the back of some building and we are discussing something when a police car stops near us and we try to run in the opposite direction just to find more police on that side to. They go back and hide in the building and I use the policemen momentary confusion to run some other direction. I pass a construction site and go through it. But I’m a beautiful woman and my passage there does not go unnoticed. The men working there start calling me so I need to get out of there as soon as possible or I’ll be found.
I cross a street, there’s a big lawn and a beautiful tall building at the end of it. I see people all dressed up and spot an old friend of mine there (J.F.). He always had a crush on me and I’m sure he would like to see me again. I am also more or less dressed up, despite the chase and all and I enter this place. We have to pay ticket, luckily not expensive, but I don’t even know what party there is. I go downstairs and it looks like a disco or bar in a basement. I sit close to him, but pretending I didn’t see him. I do something to get his attention and then he sees me and gets frozen, staring at me, unbelieving I’m there. Then I pretend I’m also surprised and we engage in conversation. I feel safe now that I have a good cover. I stick with him.


3:45 GMT

Continuation of the party
After going back to sleep I am again in that basement party and I realise it is a party organized by a student’s association. Looking for a calmer place, I enter this back room where the organizers are doing their work, carrying stuff, ensuring the availability of food and drinks, etc. There’s lots of sound material (woofers, mixing tables, etc). At the end of the party, some guy with long hair is looking for something and he goes nuts when he sees it disappeared. Apparently something pretty expensive. Then a girl from the organization is freaking out because the student’s association will have to pay it if it’s not found. [I had more notes on this dream, but wrote it over something else and it’s illegible.]

4:56 GMT

Naked seduction attempt
I am a lady in her 50’s. I am a business woman, with a busy life, single. On that exact moment I am at this place (a house? mine?) organizing something, receiving guests. There are other people around, but then it’s all over and I’m looking in all rooms if anybody was left behind and closing the doors when I find nobody. Then a guy, also in his 50’s, totally naked, jumps out of one room and is bothering me, wanting to kiss me and so on. First I feel scared, then I recognize the guy and feel simply annoyed and disturbed. Try to call him to reason, try to get him to dress something but he just says he wants to kiss me and to make love to me. I am losing my patience and then he pushes me to a bed and is on top of me and I feel incredibly disgusted to have this naked guy on me and feeling his body parts on me. Brrr... I start battling hard but then he backs up a bit. Then I realise he is not trying to rape me. We are sort of friends and he is really attracted to me and since I am cold as stone he thought he’d have to be really straight to the point to try to arouse me. I think he managed to do it just a very little bit, like a small flicker of arousal in my mind, but in general he failed and I simply felt disgust.


6:00 GMT

Portuguese tourists abroad
I am with my dad coming out of a subway station in a foreign country and outside we see this building right in front, with a glass façade and several names of companies and foundations on it. Me and my father are heading to this particular foundation but before we cross the street, two ladies approach us, one blond older and one brunette, in her 40’s. They ask us in French where is such and such street. We explain we just arrived and have no clue. They say they were looking for a certain foundation, not the same as the one we’re looking and that they thought was on this building but inside the doorman indicated some other building. We said again we would like to help but we have no clue. My father is trying to be nice to the ladies, but his French is quite sucky. He speaks Portuguese with me to ask me something or share some idea with me, when the ladies start laughing! They are also Portuguese and there we were speaking French to each other. So communication got a lot easier and my father who likes to impress the ladies was all of a sudden all kind to them. We say again we don’t know the place so we can’t help, but then they say “Yeah, but you have a map and we don’t!” Oh, so that’s what they are after! Since we won’t give them our map, because we also need it, we decide to go along with them and then come back. This way we can also meet them. Another friend of them appears from the other side of the street and then we go with them to a bus station, because the place is still far away. First I feel totally upset and try to convince my father to draw a scheme and just send them away. But we end up making this tour with them and it ends up being fun.

7:30 GMT

Alternative centre and wasps in a pool
Me and my boyfriend are visiting this town - I think it reminds me Berlin - when we find this strange alternative community centre. I go inside this complex and the first thing I see is this second-hand shop, really busy. My boyfriend was curious if that business was making any money, because he finds the clothes a bit too much weird and they say he’d be surprised. Then we see this room full of couples with little babies, doing some kind of yoga for babies. As we go deeper into this complex, we find a swimming pool. They explain is for the residents of this community and associates but that we could also go use it if we wanted to. My boyfriend jumped right in but I had other plans in my mind.
I’m planning to leave but there’s a guy on a ladder, close to the roof, screaming that he just found a wasp’s nest and that they are pissed. He advises everybody out, but there’s no time. A swarm of angry wasps come in my direction and I just have time to dive in the water, clothes and all. Then we have to keep under water, because as soon as we come to the surface they are there ready to attack. I swim for some time, back and forth, coming for a quick breath at the surface but the wasps are relentless and the guys outside the pool are not solving this problem any time soon.
I have taken vows of compassion towards all sentient beings and besides that, I am just unable to kill any animal, including wasps. But I decide I have to kill them, at least some of them, or people will start drown on the pool or getting seriously stung. I got out of the pool, grabbed something and started killing a few, the others just backed of. I felt awful for each one I killed – the vision of their bodies being crushed was incredibly detailed - but I also thought it was a lesser harm to protect other sentient beings, so I had to do it.

Dream architects
I then leave the pool and a girl offers me to go to her room in the community residential area, to change clothes. While I’m there, finished changing my clothes, I see a doll she has and I pick it up. The doll had really beautiful big blue eyes and dark hair. I find it a bit misplaced as the rest of her room is totally grown-up, no childish things, but at the same time I relate to it, because I also have this Barbie dolls in my room, for no apparent reason, just as a connection to the memories of the past. I guess the doll has some special meaning to her.
Then a strange guy enters the room, asks me not to say a word and he transforms the architecture of the room – I mean, like changing the dream architecture. Where there was a normal window looking over a backyard, he made appear a stone-brick wall with columns over a huge patio like one of an ancient palace. When she arrived she was so pissed off. She screamed to the guy, saying it was not funny, asking me why I let him do it. I decided to leave them discussing it and sneaked out, amazed at the fact that they were dream-architects.

9:30 GMT – Wake up