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October 19,2012
5:00-6:00

I remember that education had advanced so much, that colleges and schools all over the world no longer needed anyone to go to any classes anymore. There were live web cams for lectures that helped teach people and no one had to go to school anymore.

Soon after this, a war started between North Korea and the United States. It might have actually been because of this new education system that the war started. In the end, I think the war ended with the current North Korean dictator dying, and the guy who killed him getting into a car. The dream ended there.

I tried to have a lucid dream with MILD, but I guess it didn't work very well.

I have a friend whose dad shut off the Internet at her house, so she only has Internet access when she's at her mom's house. She went back to her dad's house yesterday. Anyway, I had a dream last night that I was on tumblr and saw a post she made saying that her dad turned the Internet back on again. I woke up disappointed because it was only a dream (we mainly only see each other online because we live a couple hours apart).

I went back to sleep and had a dream that I had to look after a few pets for my friend Giana (even though they aren't her pets IWL). I had to look after five various rodents (a hamster, two very tiny chinchillas, and two jerboas. They were kept in a big cage, which I was keeping in my room. The problem was that they kept escaping from the cage; they managed to squeeze through the bars and out of the cage pretty easily. The chinchillas (which were roughly the same size as the hamster and jerboas, as opposed to actual chinchilla size) especially liked to escape. One of them even tried to bite my thumb when I carried it back to its cage (again); it was kind of uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt.

In another dream, I had to select a "teacher". I chose Kayleigh, my tulpa. She started throwing dodgeballs at me, and I didn't know why, so she told me she was doing it because I had to learn that nothing could hurt me because I was dreaming and that I shouldn't be afraid in dreams. I guess I was supposed to take that advice and make myself believe that, though I still didn't really get what was going on. The dream felt rather vague when I woke up, too.

I know she was only trying to help me improve my dream control, but I don't think I really learned anything from that "lesson". It does seem like something she would do, though...

I am at home in my upstairs computer room and a web show pops up. It is a web show for the show Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends. I lean back in my computer chair and get comfortable. After they've all introduced themselves it turns into a Q and A segment. Bloo is questioning his creator and one of the questions was "Dreams or real life?" and the kid said real life, so he was thrown into a cave that appeared out of nowhere and a metallic dragon head closed him in.


Fragment
I am sick and my mom tells me that if I get anybody else sick that I would be grounded and sure enough the rest of the house becomes sick.

This is again a daily entry of what I dreamt this morning, 13 August 2012.

Somehow, somewhere, Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead was very real. I sat observing the scene unfolding around me. I fully expected Howard Roark, the renegade architect, to rape Dominique Francon. It was expected. Really, it was just that.

I awaken sometime around 8:10 am. Falling back asleep for a brief period of only about 30 minutes.

A former friend of mine was angry with me for some reason. It seemed that he didn't want me talking about his ex-girlfriend.

I discover this apartment building on a quiet busy intersection, somehow reminiscent of basketball and laundry. I'm at the basement of what looks like my house, trying to connect to the Internet, and it was late morning.

Now I'm in my geography class again, expected to complete about three assignments, and after asking around apparently one of them was due yesterday. Gasp! The latest one, somehow, is due July 19th, which is apparently in the future.

I sit down to talk to this girl, who seemed to enjoy talking to me all year, and we were discussing something other than all these overburdening assignments.

Suddenly, something makes me realize this is all a dream. People around me continue to walk about, producing a strange and loud din.

I try to close my eyes and change the scenery. It doesn't work, as the talking is too loud. So I close my eyes even harder shut, and plug my ears in attempt to drown out all awareness of the surroundings.

Immediately, I'm rushed into this big portal, finding it hard to open my eyes again, not because it's too bright out here or anything. I "see", or visualize, swarms of a tunnel or whirlpool escorting me at a sudden speed.

What I see next disappoints me. I have awoken in my room, and it's morning.

Something is a bit strange here. The blinds are fully closed, but golden sunlight is pouring into the room, as though it's about 7 am or earlier. A plaque on my wall is directly ahead of me, instead of slightly to the right.

A book appears in my hand, and I'm turned to one of the first few pages, around page six, or maybe nine. It quotes page 1212 of the Qu'ran, possibly suras 7-12, emphasizing 8-9. It talks about relationships, but the large block of text near the bottom of the page on the right is rather condensed and uncited. It's highly reminiscent of something. I decide to record all this down before I forget.

I rush to the cupboard and shelf, eager to write things down on paper in my physical dream journal, under August 13. I know what date it is. Suddenly...

I wake up. My lucid dream had partially succeeded, only I had forgotten to do any reality checks and thus was fooled into thinking a dream was waking life. I rise to go to the bathroom, go to sleep without remembering much of a dream, and then wake up around 11 am, after which I go back to sleep, have a 10 minute dream, and then awaken again to begin my day.

Key:
{Curly brace & blue} .... Relevent waking life details before entry, if appropriate

Black .... Dream body/narative text

(Standard braces & dark green, bold) .... Dream notes, lucidity, time. method etc

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{This one is from two nights ago.... 29 may 2012
Waking life I've been trying to WILD, and have been getting quite close.
So I went to bed at my normal time, with the intention to get 4hrs+ REALLY GOOD sleep,
so that I should easily WILD when I've taken my early morning 3.30 to 4am pee}

(Non-Lucid)

I dreamed that I couldn't sleep for most of the night & that I was tossing and turning..
.. Though the night seemed to pass by quite quickly.. it was soon really light outside,
and eventually was that not far off my normal alarm waking time in waking life
.. I was worried that my lack of sleep would wreck my chances of a WILD.

I even at one point, picked up my mobile in the dream, and browsed a few of pages on the subject of sleep

(I know it was a dream, because...
1) The web pages I browsed on my phone in the night weren't in the browser history
2) On recollection in the morning, it felt 'dreamlike'
3) I 'woke up' when my alarm went off in waking life, without feeling like I hadn't slept

This may have only been semi-lucid, because I went along with the plot of the dream a lot, but it was still nice. I was taking a boat to an island with people I didn't know. I was excited for it. The line to get on the boat was long, but it ended up moving really quickly. Someone said that the boat only came once every 20 hours in real time. I was a bit worried that it would fill up before I got to it, but I ended up getting on fine.

We arrived at the island, and I'm not sure at what point I became lucid. I did a nose plug RC to make sure. At one point I tried walking at a tree and believing really hard that I could walk through it, and it worked. When I was going around doing stuff, my eyes felt a bit sore, like they were kind of dry and tired, but I felt myself slipping away if I closed them for too long.

There was a meeting at a building on the island, where we were going to talk about games we were going to play and stuff. I think there was a game where we all had to turn into animals, because I was thinking about how I would turn into a cat. I got to the building before the meeting started. The inside was all light exposed wood, and there were lots of people there. It was big, too, with really high ceilings. I started talking to this guy, and he wanted to see my deviantART. I pulled out my phone to try to navigate to it and show him, but it was really difficult. The phone wasn't working very well, and I was having a hard time typing my name. I think I managed to show him a bit of it, but ended up giving up. I was only slightly aware I was dreaming at that point.

Then the meeting was going to start, and I was a bit more aware. I wanted to stick around for the meeting, but I didn't want it to be boring, so I decided I would fly around during it. I imagined pink feathered angel wings growing out of my back, and somehow managed to make it happen. I shot into the air and started swinging on lights and decorations and such that were hanging from the ceiling.

That's all I can remember now. The dream felt like it had been really really long when I woke up, but I'm sure it skipped sections to make it feel like that.

- I went to this guy's house I'd never met to buy weed. It was really big and pretty nice with a large back yard, kind of separated from nearby houses. I went inside and then it skipped over one part. I was shocked but decided I had to act normal for some reason. I realized I'd only brought $20 which wasn't enough, but then HG was there and let me borrow $40 more. I said I would pay her back at work.

- I was on eBay and searched for "pink cat set". I was looking for a set of ears & paws, but there were only a couple results, and they were mostly related to items you put on your cat. When I looked at each listing, it would turn into a commercial for that item in my mind, with sound and everything. I looked at one that was a set of 4 pink rubber boots for your cat, which were apparently flavoured, but I don't remember what the purpose was. Another one was a very small rubber mat kind of, and I saw a demonstration where they put it on a cat's side for a minute and it made him enjoy being patted there more or something.

- Also in my notes: "mushrooms". Don't remember that one.

- I was walking home and there was an old man behind me. I got to my house and went in the porch, and while looking for my keys, I thought of the possibility of him following me. Sure enough, I heard someone walking up the steps. I was like 'oh shit oh shit' and ducked down, then saw the man's face appear in the window looking at me. He was smiling the whole time and waved at me while knocking on the door. I found my keys and unlocked the door, thankful that he hadn't just burst in, locked the door behind me and ran upstairs. The thought crossed my mind that he might have had a legitimate reason for being at my house, but I didn't really care as I usually don't answer the door anyway. I can't say exactly why I found him creepy or why I was so scared of him.

Soon afterwards, though, I was boarding a plane, and as I got to my seat, I saw him sitting a couple rows behind me, smiling and waving at me. That really creeped me out.


- I was in my living room asking my mom if she had the di.fm iPhone app. She said no, and I said that it could also be used to listen to sky.fm which plays non-electronic music (she's not interested in it). She didn't care, lol. I'm not sure if they use the same app or not irl.

- I was in a classroom with a small class, and a bearded guy in his 20s had come in with a small shelf on wheels to try to sell us craft supplies. It was very quiet and awkward in the class, because there was only one girl interested in any of it, plus a couple other people attempting to look politely interested in a couple bags of beads, and no one was speaking. I suddenly realized he was selling a lot of bright plastic beads and cute charms, so I got up to go take a look. The first thing I picked up from a tray of charms was a little Pinkie Pie figure, maybe an inch tall. I showed it to someone else there who I thought would like it. The next one, though, was some sort of weird bootleg figure mashup of Pinkie Pie and Rarity, which I found funny and also showed to the person. Meanwhile, the interested girl had found a big box of varied supplies that came in a nice case with a handle. It looked like one of those kids' bracelet making kits you can buy at Walmart. It was just called "Crafts" and cost $66. She decided she was going to buy it, and the seller announced to all of us that "she's buying Crafts!" There was another awkward silence, and I found myself slightly jealous of all the supplies she was getting, but realized I wouldn't pay that much for it anyway.

- I was playing around with cat paws, like these:

except the one on my left hand was white and the one on my right hand was black. I was talking to someone else about it afterwards, possibly N, saying I had no idea where the white one had come from. I don't have black ones either, though. (I was contemplating some pink ones on ebay last night...)

- I saw my friend A for the first time in quite a while, except..he had become Pewdiepie. From youtube. At least, he looked just like him and spoke in a similar way, but didn't have an accent. We were talking about games, and he said almost all he ever plays anymore is StepMania. I said, "me too! well, that and MK7.." and he asked if I wanted to play both with him sometime. I said I would. I was noticing very slowly that he was different, and eventually said so. He laughed and made some kind of joke about it. (I watched a few of his videos right before I went to bed last night.)

- I was trying to get a birthday present together for N. I had a huge cardboard box in my living room, and I put a couple things I had for him in it. L was there too and she was helping me. I left the room for a moment, and when I came back, she had packed the rest of the box full of random stuff I didn't want. There were 3 pillows from my couch, a few small bottles of rice, a bag of salt and vinegar chips, and a big pile of ugly handmade candles, among other things. I took it all out with difficulty, but the candles made me think that maybe I should include the same caramel-scented candle I have, because it smells really nice and I'd told him it was good when smoking, lol. It was only April or May in the dream, and I was a bit afraid something would happen before his birthday and I wouldn't get to send it.

- N (dude get out of my head haha) had uploaded his kandykast (subtle lol) and was in my room taking phone calls about it. It was dark, we were by the window and I think we only had a candle lit. He was selling it to people for some reason. One guy called him, said "arse" and hung up. I asked, "did you sell it to arse?" He replied "no," sounding disappointed. He had also made a website for it, but it was just a plain page with a few cheesy glitter banners people had sent him. One of them was mine, I think it was dark blue.

See Orcon's latest internet deals. They have really big ones (like 300GB etc.) for really expensive prices ($300-$500 etc.)
Go over to our house, apparently we're not living in it ( I think, at least just for the first part of the dream) because it's being built. We're on a small plan, but I check our usage.
It says that we've used all our internet, so they've upgraded us to a 300GB plan. The next day they gave us another 300 GBs. I had no clue what was using it up. I was going to Google how much internet Xbox LIVE takes up, but I never get around to it.

I bought a new indigo Gamecube as a gift for someone, and put it in a plastic bag. When I gave it to her in my living room (I think it was that girl Lexi off twitter I've never spoken to again) she was obviously disappointed, and I was trying to tell her why it was a good gift. Later, my friend K was playing Majora's Mask. I've never played it, but I've watched a couple short videos of it, and it was nothing like it's really like. Everything was very beige and dirty and the main character was some guy, the style reminded me of Amnesia. I was watching her play through it and it terrified me, I had to cover my eyes a lot, it was really unnecessarily violent and scary. Then someone said I had to play through it again from the beginning. I really didn't want to play it, but I had to for some reason. In one of the first scenes, there was a witch or something on this kinda platform with stairs and possibly a cauldron. You had to talk to her, and she would tell you to do something, but you weren't able to do it, so she would blast you. In a textbox at the bottom it said, "Your knees have been destroyed!" and there were big bloody holes where the main character's knees had been, which really disturbed me. Then they were healed by someone else, and you had to make some kind of choice, but that's as far as I got.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some large area like a high school gym or an assembly hall. The place was unlit, but there was natural light coming in through some windows high up on the walls. The hall was filled with folding chairs, arranged in two aisles of seats.

I was toward the back of the seats, maybe even standing a few meters behind the back row. The seats seemed to lose their order toward the back, and may just have been scattered all over the place.

Up at the front, people had been giving presentations. There were two presentations. Each presentation was given by two people. I don't remember the first presentation.

The second presentation was about the psychology of Carl Jung. The first person gave some kind of theoretical or philosophical overview of Jung's psychology. The second person then, apparently, acted as if he were Jung, though he seemed to be acting more like Sigmund Freud.

This presentation was now over. Everybody stood up(including me? - I guess I had been sitting, now) to leave. I seemed to be eager to leave. But now someone called for me. The person said that I still had to do my presentation, which was about Freud.

I realized I had been hoping to get away without having to do my presentation. But now that it turned out I'd have to do it after all, I was actually kind of looking forward to doing it.

Dream #2

I was in some gigantic, empty structure. It was like a parking garage: just an empty, dark structure with no walls. There were no lights in the structure. I was on the second floor, which was the top floor.

The structure looked out on a big, wooden ship. The day was grey and the waters the ship was in were getting rougher and rougher.

Now a lot of people were getting onto the ship. I was something like the ship's captain -- a tall, kind of big and strong man with a long, red-brown beard.

Another man told me that perhaps we shouldn't go out to sea today. The weather was looking worse and worse.

I didn't know whether to agree with the man. It seemed like all the people getting onto the ship -- a bunch of rich-looking men and women (mostly women, I think), dressed in nineteenth-century-style suits and dresses -- were still really looking forward to the trip.

But now I was flying down, from the top of the structure, toward the ship. I could see that the ship had two levels to it. Both of these levels could be seen through the sides of the ship. In fact, there was no protection at all in these levels, and that's where the passengers would be during the trip. I now even watched as a huge wave of water poured all the way through the levels.

I knew this was trouble. But I still thought I could get the passengers on the ship and take the trip. Perhaps we'd all have to stay on the top level. But then, perhaps, the waters would clear up, and we'd be fine.

Everybody was still loading onto the ship. But now I flew over the ship's deck. I now saw that the slate-grey waters were swelling up almost to the very deck of the ship. I realized now that there was no way we could go anywhere. I decided to get the passengers off the ship.

A terrible storm had come and passed. I was now in the water with the man who had been warning me against putting the ship to sea. I'm pretty sure that all the passengers had been evacuated from the ship before the storm. But the ship itself had been sunk. The man and I were in the water, looking for the ship.

It was black night, and the man and I were taking turns diving under water to look for the ship. Eventually the man seemed to come up with what looked to me like shattered fragments of the ship. I was sure this meant the ship was somewhere below us.

Now I dived under the water -- or, rather, someone dived under the water whose viewpoint I had, though "I" was still above the water. As I saw from this other person's viewpoint, "I" myself was still wondering whether I should dive under the water.

I wondered how I would be able to see under the water. The person whose viewpoint I saw now had goggles and was wearing a scuba-diving suit. He also had a flashlight attached to his head. It shone just enough for him to see a couple meters in front of him.

The man (or I?) came upon stacks and stacks of beige, plastic cubes that almost looked like small stepping-blocks. These were apparently the basic elements that had made up the ship. The pieces were cluttered all over, almost like stacks of boxes. I knew that this meant the ship was here.

I surfaced. Now that we knew where the ship was, I thought, we would simply pull it up, and everything would be fine.

But I had surfaced into a gigantic, dark room. My headlight was still shining, I think. A few other people were also in this huge room. They probably had lights shining near them as well.

I waded in the water and looked around me. Jutting up out of the water were shattered pieces of the ship. Some of the pieces looked like the ship. Other pieces simply looked like wooden boxes or the plastic stepping-blocks. Some people were wading in the water. Others were sitting on the ship fragments.

Dream #3

I walked into "my mom's house." I came in on the first floor, through some kind of back door. The entire floor was charred, like a fire had hit it. But this seemed normal to me.

I saw a book of mine on a little counter-like space at the head of a stairwell to a basement. It was a white paperback book with red-pink lettering. It may have been a horror novel. I knew that there was a computer (perfectly fine) on a charred table a "room" over. The "rooms" were hardly rooms -- the walls had been almost completely burnt away.

I walked toward the table with the computer. My plan was to get on the internet and look at some kind of entertainment thing for a while.

But I had to walk quietly. My mom was downstairs with a few other family members. I didn't want them to hear me. I had lost my job. I was coming home really early in the afternoon. I knew if I was too loud and too obviously on the internet, my mom would wonder why I was home, and why I was wasting my time on the internet.

I heard a few of my footsteps creaking across the weak floor. I knew that I wasn't going to get through the house unnoticed. So I figured I'd just go down into the basement, let my mom know I was home, and let her know I'd lost my job.

Dream #4

I may have been looking at a website like YouTube. I had chosen a music video called "Freud Limp" from a list of video.

The video first began with some kind of Pampers diapers advertisement from the 1970s. A couple of little kids were in a place like a doctor's office with their mother. The kids all ran to a bookshelf on the left side of the room and began grabbing huge boxes of Pampers diapers off the shelves.

The music video now began. It also seemed to take place in a doctor's office. The view was of the waiting room of the office. The area was kind of small, lit with natural light and pale, fluorescent light.

There was a reception window on the right wall, possibly with an adjacent counter, which was lower than waist height, running along the back area. Behind the low counter was a wall of shelves of manila file folders holding patients' records.

As the song began, the main singer, perhaps a British man, bald, pale, kind of tough looking, was carted out with a woman and maybe two babies, on something that looked like a mix between a car for a really fast roller coaster and a grocery cart full of baby supplies.

The man sat at the back. The woman sat at the front, facing the man. The babies sat in the middle, huddled in between all the bay supplies. The man's and woman's seats may themselves had looked like car seats for little babies.

I heard the song very distinctly, and I can recall the melody. There were two verses. The first verse ended with some statement about the man seeing a smile on the woman's face and knowing that, despite all the uncaring stuff she'd said in the first part of the verse, that she really did care.

The second verse went something like:

"Sometimes I want to get away,
I want to get away, I try to get away.
But when I finally get away..."

This was a nap I took from 1pm-5:30pm. I pulled another all-nighter this night. Gotta stop with that.

First, I was on the internet with this chick. She seemed really interested in me, and we were going to go to Paris together. Tickets to Paris were only $1.04 per person, and I was going to go without even telling my parents. I forget why, but something happened and the girl from the internet suddenly thought I was a creep or something. There was more to this dream, but I only wrote down vague notes.

Then, it was the last day of school, and I was in a class taught by Madame Arcusi. The class was very large, and pretty much my whole graduating class was in there (DE). I was being very annoying the whole time, because I just wanted to get out of there and go to Paris. I knew everyone was getting annoyed, but I didn't care, and I said something like, "Everyone is listening to-" Then I corrected myself, "Everyone is hearing me complain and make annoying noises on purpose." Kate, who was sitting next to me kept asking me to stop. The teacher kept morphing into different people. It started with Madame Arcusi, then they might have been Mrs. Gunther-Brown, but I know at one point they were Mr. Yourison and I remember him coming over to my desk and I was worried he would find something (can't remember what) so I distracted him or something, and he talked to the kid next to me. Behind my desk was a large window, which sometimes led to another classroom, and sometimes showed a go-kart course, depending on when you looked at it. When it was another classroom, I remember seeing this girl who kind of looked like Nicole, but I don't think it was her. When we were finally leaving the school, I mentioned to Kate (but mostly offhandedly to the class) that I finally get to go to Paris now, and she said it was pretty cool.

In the last part of the dream, I was finally in Paris, but I found out that my $1.04 ticket only got me the most run-down room in this hotel. The hotel had nice rooms, but the quality of your room was determined by the amount of money you paid. Outside didn't even look like Paris, by the way. It looked more like a park in Philadelphia in the fall. But anyway, at this point in the dream, I was just watching, and my character had morphed into Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. His room was just this one bed suspended on this platform on a really high ceiling. The bed had a lever that flipped him forward so he would be facing the other side of the bed. Since this was Carl, he was fine with having a crappy hotel room if it meant he was in Paris, and he was trying to justify it by saying that he'll get bed in breakfast, and that he could put a newspaper on the other side of the bed so that he could pull the lever and switch activities quickly. He kept pulling the lever and saying, "See? Breakfast, newspaper! Breakfast, newspaper!"

Before I went to bed I made some joking comments on an internet forum that I frequent. I had this dream afterwards:

I am on the forum and necieve a notification that someone has responded to the comments I made earlier. I go to the thread and find that people didn't find my comments funny and are attacking me and putting me down. I reply and point out that these comments were made in the Off-Topic forum and were not meant to be taken seriously. A few people reply angrily and someone says that they have reported me to a Moderator. The moderator replies to the thread and tells everyone to calm the fuck down and stop taking my joking comments so seriously. Then the Moderator bans me anyway, which upsets me, because I have a lot of online friends on that forum and the thought of not being able to interact with them anymore causes me distress.

I think this dream is a reflection of the anxieties I often have of being criticised and abandoned.