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Night 5 -10.01-

*Blackout*

Night 6 -11.01-

…/immerse into work activity. We get a task to work in couples. Each one becomes a contract to work with. One of my kids is t doing something there/…

…/I see my English neighbor has cut her hair. She looks angry. Her mother is around while she’s sweeping the street next to a small park in front of her place. I ask her if she’s angry for something because of her face expression. She goes mad and we start discussing about something. Her mother gets something like a stroke but not really, I think to myself “It’s because of her advanced age” and somebody has to call emergency. I don’t have a phone at hand. My neighbor goes dancing on a stage while her mother waits for help somewhere else. There’s a festival show taking place on the second floor of the house surrounding the park which now is on its yard. The dreamscape then fuses into my grandparents house where there’s much more activity than usual/…

…/I’m going with somebody to a known place, she turns into S. There’s a couple of buildings joined with a bridge around. It’s recent dreamscape. I notice I’m not wearing any jacket. I see a jacket hanging inside a room. It looks like a Kindergarten dressing room when we get in. I turn to see we have nothing to do there. We better go now but trying not to be noticed by the parents who are playing with their kids in the front yard of the place. One of them throws a black plane with a gadget. They follow its flight. I turn to see it looks like a raven figure. It gets stuck on the roof, they laugh because it looked like the bird landed by itself/…

…/There's somebody saying that the police is searching random houses by tricking the people somehow to catch drug dealers. They notice because of a mark left on their lips by the use of a pipe/…

…/It’s an apparent that mixes with one of my childhood classrooms. It’s white. I’m not sure who owns this place, possibly S. N went out to meet her friends. I go to the corridor to do something. When I turn to get in again I see a piece of paper on the upper left corner. It looks like it was part of a bigger picture and was left behind by the former owner. It depicts a an Asian dragon similar to some I drew long ago for a design project. I want to take a picture to compare with mine. I turn to look for my phone and turn on the camera app. Then I cannot find the piece of paper. It takes a while to find it again. There’s a second corner of a picture but less visible/…

Night 7 -12.01-

…/We are with S on my dad’s bed. It’s a mixture of places again. We see some small insects popping out of her blankets. I slap the first one out with my finger. The second one jumps on my voice recorder when I put it close. Then I bring it to the window. A centipede now comes out of the mattress. It’s disgusting and she wants it out of here. I thought she was going to start a show but she didn’t/…

…/I see a reel of a beauty contest. The winner is carrying a white dress and turns to receive the price. She has a huge red spot on her butts, it’s an embarrassing situation/…

…/I see something I did on a list on paper. Has something to do with music and some explanations. I don get to see what I’m trying to show with the arrow I drew to the right side of the list. I’m trying to figure out what I wanted to say. There are some Chinese characters somewhere. I’m at work. The list has YouTube links on it and I can see a short clip telling in documentary mode saying something and that the guitar player didn’t mind, then again something about the bass player and that he didn’t mind neither while the video shows a very raw zoom in and out of their instruments. I hear a techno song fragment singing “I wanna be an Angel”/…

Night 8 -13.01-

…/it’s sort of big auto repair shop. There’s a lot of junk. The place is dirty with low illumination. Some corners are very dark. There’re different levels of the junk/…

…/again my grandparents house. Something about some lists and Google maps is not showing the actual position but you may use a reference to locate it/…

…/I’m shopping somewhere when I turn to see a big wall of peanut packages. There’s somebody saying we can have them for breakfast. I think they’re a snack for cheat talk or something like that. I see the cutlery must be organized, it’s random set on the box/…

…/some family recent stuff waiting to be done and more stress of work/…

I lost many of the fragments dictating them on the back of my mind with the voice recorder on pause…

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

At my room, feeling horny, somehow I start having sex with a giant plush rabbit toy. The notice I have the window curtains pulled open and lights on and some neighbors could be watching, so I stop and close the curtains embarrassed.

Later some cops knock on my door with a warrant, do a search and find nothing. Then a food inspector comes and finds spoiled food on fridge. I wonder why would that be a problem, then think he might associate that with the fact I used to sell some food made at home. But who and why is trying to frame me?
I go out and come back by subway at night. I get out at a shady station and regret immediately when I see lots of shady guys looking at me. I decide to go back and get out at another station. But when I am going back to the station I feel a needle on my buttock. Shit! I run all possible scenarios through my head and I panic. I try to get to safety inside the station before passing out, but I start loosing my consciousness and my last thought is that I am screwed. I wake up.

I run a bar. At the end of the workday, I take a look at the deck tables and chairs an I find a leather jacket some lady forgot on a chair. I go around asking the people who are leaving but belongs to none of them. I check the pockets, besides 20€ it has some papers and two plane tickets. The name on it is of my neighbor Maria. I call her, no answer. I take the jacket to my back room.
A Japanese friend comes by and leaves a video we shot months ago. It is of me and other biologists friends doing some experiments and acting out for the film. Looks funny, but my mom is concerned when watching it, as we manipulated bacteria and biohazard material. I tell her we followed the protocols and that it was safe. Alex also comes by and asks me something about the graffiti I used to do. I tell him I don't do it for years. He says he is thinking about doing some activism with graffiti.
Then I am all alone and decide to test my magic abilities (telekinesis and such) to tide up the room. I lift my friends jacket in the air, make it zip itself and get into a hanger all by itself. I am amazed by my level of control, so I decide to amuse myself further.
I summon two characters, male and female and direct them like a movie to do this and that and they follow strictly. Obviously I end up directing them into sex. I tell the guy to undress the girl, do some oral sex on her and penetrate her. He is quite good at doing it but I notice the girl is not feeling comfortable as if not wanting it. I wonder if what I am doing isn't actually rape. I expected these dream characters to be like hollow robots, but they are actually very human and I feel very uncomfortable and stop the whole thing.

Morning of October 30, 2018. Tuesday.

Dream #: 18,943-03. Reading time: 2 min 38 sec. Readability score: 62.



My dream renders a mixed-up combination of a pawn shop from America, a bookstore from Nundah (Australia), and a tackle shop from America. It seems to be late afternoon. I am on my own, with little conscious self memory (even though Zsuzsanna and I frequented the Nundah bookstore years ago).

There is a backstory, and false memory, about how I had traded several packs of long bookbinding screws (at least four inches in length) for credit or to trade, though I do not recall all of the details. There are two unfamiliar female cashiers present who are in their twenties. (The bookbinding screws relate to my big stamp album binders from when I lived in Florida, though there are likely associations with similar screws I used for putting the swing set together after Christmas.)

I am carrying a winter jacket (though mostly slung over my left shoulder). As such, I try not to appear suspicious, as I also have items I had brought into this store. I consider that they might think I am taking them from their store and trying to hide them under my jacket. (This is a literal bed space strand, as subliminal awareness of the bed sheet pulling around my left shoulder.)

They seem puzzled (and express disbelief) when I infer how I had traded items previously. The shelves that had packs of bookbinding screws are now all empty. For some reason, they are to do with fishing tackle, but my dream self does not reflect upon this error. The owner is at the back of his store, but I do not approach his counter. (I perceive him as the owner of the pawn shop in La Crosse, though there are also associations with the owner of the Nundah bookstore.)

One of the women asks me if I want to buy one of the bigger bass plugs, but I respond that they are too big for the type of fishing I do (which includes striped bass and smallmouth bass for which I prefer small jigs and spoons). I then walk to the opposite side of the store. I see that they are selling magazines and comic books, though there are only a few different titles on the wooden display shelves.

I see two Casper comic books next to each other. There are a few copies of each, vertically stacked. One is $4.53, and the other is $5.64. I decide to buy them, but I am not sure if I have enough money. An unknown chubby man of about twenty (who works in the store) picks one up to look through. I tell him that I had hundreds of Casper comic books collected over thirty years and that they were usually different. I add that sometimes there were reprints in digests and suggest their size by forming a small square with my hands. I tell him about those digest stories being “backed up” in the way I would describe how I back up my dream documentation online and on more than one drive.

As I walk to the checkout counter on the opposite side of the store, he calls out, saying something about “sending backup.” The reference seems humorous or business-related rather than inferring police activity.

I reach into my wallet and see that I have solely an American twenty-dollar note, which will suffice, even though I consider the prices on the comic book covers will be more when changing to the Australian amount.

I pay the cashier, and as I get my change, I deliberately, though liminally, reset the scenario and leave without paying.

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When the emerging consciousness simulacrum (the chubby male) was talking about “sending backup,” it became a comically sarcastic reference to me subliminally resetting my dream to deliberately manipulate the function of RAS (reticular activating system) as the preconscious simulacrum in the second instance by “erasing” the cashier’s presence. I have utilized this sort of dream control and subliminal, liminal, and lucid manipulation since early childhood.

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Ritual: Woke at dawn after about 4–5 hours sleep and complex but dimly remembered dreams. Considered taking galantamine but decided against it, as my motivation was not sufficiently high. I didn't want to completely give up, so I took a quarter teaspoon each of piracetam and bacopa. Woke at 8am with dream.

DILD, "Let's See What's in My Backpack!": I was walking through some type of institutional corridor when an odd plaque on the wall caught my attention. It was a rectangle of flat grey stone like slate, about a foot long and a few inches high, with block capital letters incised, reading: "AWAKEN."

Like what, into a dream? I thought wryly. For that to work, I'd have to be... oh wow... am I dreaming? No sooner had the suspicion arose than I immediately recognized it to be true. I immediately went into dream observation mode, taking the plaque into my hands and examining its details.

Feeling grateful that the dream itself had given me a clue as to its nature, I was reminded of a similar incident that had happened just earlier tonight: this was the second time I had gotten lucid due to events in the dream. A DC had said "lucid" and that had triggered me. No wait, actually it was the third time... I remembered briefly getting lucid in an even earlier dream, but I was embarrassed when I realized how quickly I had lost that awareness.

Of course, the fascinating thing about these memories is that I have no way of knowing if they are real. I'm more than half inclined to think that they are false memories, the kind of deja vu that is so common in the dream state. Then again, I still forget such a great portion of a full night's dreaming, even now, that the possibility remains that these incidents actually occurred. There's no way of knowing for sure, which is interesting in itself. It is the perfect epistemological quandary.

Now aware that I was dreaming, I continued walking through the institutional corridor, and felt that I had been walking through similar corridors in my just-remembered lucid episodes earlier tonight. If the memories are not false, there is nothing surprising about the coincidence: for some reason bland institutional corridors seem to be my default dream space.

I wandered aimlessly for a bit—I think I passed a cafeteria—until I realized that if I wanted to stay lucid this time I would need to perform some deliberate action. During my WBTB I had not felt motivated to attempt any DV tasks, so that is probably why none occurred to me now. As I continued walking and wondering what to do I noticed a familiar sensation, and realized that I was wearing my backpack. Since 2001 I have been using the same leather backpack, seemingly indesctructible, every day at school and on every journey I travel. I was amused that it was with me even here in a dream, and surprised by how distinctly I could feel the impression of weight on my back. Wondering what might be in it, I realized that this could be a fun spontaneous task.

I passed from the corridor into a very large rectangular room with walls tiled in squares of light blue glazed ceramic. The room was completely empty, with no features or furniture or people. I walked to the very center and announced loudly, even though no one was in sight: "Okay, everybody! I'm going to play the game of 'Let's See What's in My Backpack!'" I unslung the backpack from my shoulders and held it upside down, dumping its contents into a pile on the floor.

The first thing I pulled off the pile was a winter jacket, made of smooth synthetic cloth with a quilted core. The inside was a rich royal blue, and the outside was bright red with black highlights. It was very clean and new, and resembled no jacket I have ever owned, nor would be likely to purchase.

The second thing I picked up was a clear plastic bag with a zip lock, one of the medium-sized ones that is deeper than it is wide. It was full of coins. I looked more closely at the coins and it was clear that they were all Thai, though they resembled no WL Thai currency. "I wonder if I just got back from Thailand," I mused—meaning within the context of the dream.

The next thing I grabbed was a plastic bag of similar shape and size, and this one also contained flat pieces of metal, but instead of being round like coins, these were engraved rectangular strips. I decided that they must be some decorative pieces I had picked up in Thailand. This idea had evidently taken hold, because the next few items in the pile were cheap Thai souvenir gifts, like decorative little pouches and other small assorted knickknacks. I set these aside impatiently.

Next was a book, evidently a journal, titled A Wonderful Compendium of Lessons of Life Learned. I regret now that I was not inspired to open and read it! I must have figured that if the lessons were already learned, I wouldn't get anything new out of it. It did not occur to me that my waking mind might be really interested in what my dreaming mind might think to put in such a book.

After this I pulled four different water bottles off the pile, one after another. One was a hot water bottle like you use in bed. One was military style canteen that I thought I recognized as one I used to own. Another was a flat drinking flask, fairly large in size. I think the last one was just an ordinary plastic bottle of water. My impression was that I needed all four bottles because they each served a different purpose: hot water for warming, cold water for drinking, warm water for drinking, and flask for drinking. But I realized that it was terribly inefficient to carry four separate water bottles, and I wondered if I could consolidate them down to just two, so I would have less to carry around. I decided to worry about that later.

The last thing I pulled from the pile was a very large duffel bag, the size of the one I use to carry my HEMA gear. In WL my bag is plain black canvas, but this one was (not inappropriately) emblazoned with the Tournament of the Phoenix logo. It occurred to me that given how much stuff had been in my backpack, perhaps I should be using this duffel bag to carry it instead—but I remembered what a pain it was to lug around a huge unwieldy duffel bag, and decided to stick with the backpack.

At this point a huge crowd of people suddenly thronged the room, all seemingly in a hurry to go somewhere, and they were sidestepping me and my stuff with annoyed expressions like I was in their way. "Hey! I claimed this space first," I protested. One DC paused to look at my Tournament of the Phoenix duffel bag and asked another DC standing across from me something about martial arts training in the area, talking right over my head (I was still sitting on the floor with my stuff). "You'd think you'd be asking the person with the duffel bag," I muttered, slightly miffed. I noticed that whereas I had initially occupied the very center of the room and had not moved, now I was all the way over near a side wall, and yes, right in the path that everyone was trying to walk through.

I had time enough to wonder if I should wake and write or dream on a little. I decided the latter—I usually do—but found myself waking up anyway.

First remembered dream of the new year (so two nights ago, Dec. 31-Jan. 1): I was at an art store, possibly Michael's or something similar, buying supplies. My calculus teacher was there, working as a cashier for some reason. In the dream, I had a memory of recently receiving a math lesson from him, like the day before or something. I asked him for some clarification on a concept, and he explained it. So essentially he was doing two jobs at the same time.

I also saw lots of girls in the shop wearing DeviantArt T-shirts and some guys as well.

Then, it faded into watching some sailors load stuff into a ship. My dream journal reads this, exactly: "Apparently, people who wear jeans are more depressed because sailor boys had a depressing job, despite appearing happy, and they wore Levis and black jackets." This was apparently a thought that occurred to me during the dream which seemed perfectly rational at the time. :p

Then Jafar from Aladdin appeared, cackling evilly. It freaked me out so much that I woke up. Silly, as in waking life he's just a fun Disney villain. But I think the cackle was what did it. Or the spontaneity.

Last night, I have the following note on my phone at 6:06 AM: "New traveling companion who exists neither in space nor in time." I was excited to meet this individual, but then my alarm went off. -_-

Ah. I really don't want to start college again in a week. Not that I dislike it or anything, but the stress and lack of sleep....aaaaugh!

I decide to stop in to a place I used to work at. Arriving around 8:30 PM, I am included in an orientation group for new hires. I am a little surprised because I have yet to apply, but I do need a job so I just go with it. We get a tour, and the woman tells us about the company. Only lasting 15 minutes, I decide to go buy some food before the store closed at 9. Out on the floor, I see some old coworkers from CSU, Robert and Alberto. I am completely famished, so I talk with them as I browse for food, mostly looking for fruit. They seem to only be interested in distracting me, and not talking, so they leave. I end up eating a pound of cheese.

Now I see some night crew people starting to arrive before the 9pm shift. I walk to the back room like I work there to see if I can find the night crew manager. I'm wearing a jacket and carrying a bunch of things, too much for comfort. I find my old locker, still with my things in it from 3 months ago, and stuff my sweater and a bag into it. As I hang up my winter coat, I see that I have 2 winter coats of the exact same type. That's strange. It must have been because I ripped the side of it. I don't remember ever having 2 though...

The night crew introduces themselves to me. There are now about 20 people on the crew. Compared to 6 when I was working there. The manager tells me he's called Justin, and then we all just wait around in the break room for the shift to start. Justin lays down on the bench seat and keeps encroaching on my space. I keep moving over until I have to stand up. He goes even further so that his head and upper body are not even on the bench seat anymore. There is a chair I was going to use that he now is using as a pillow. He moves around and it doesn't look comfortable at all. I move the chair out of his way and he looks upset at me. "Well are you using it as a pillow, or is it hurting your neck?" I ask him. He laughs, and everyone gets up for the start of the shift.

I clean up the back room, making to throw out some plastic and recycle some cardboard, but the trash barrel is 30 ft tall. I try to throw it into the barrel, but it's just too high, and the plastic doesn't throw well. Someone starts using an industrial vacuum, but is having trouble with it. I'm not sure they know how. I remember that's the same one we just got when I quit. Now I see that the 30 foot barrel is just several barrels stacked up to clear the floor for vacuuming. I walk to the receiving dock where several people are standing around, getting ready to unload the truck. One guy puts a climbing harness on so he can climb up a 20 ft pallet, and attach ropes to unload it with a crane. That looks like the best job to have! Too bad I quit earlier, now other people are having all the fun. But I seem to be back on the team now, so it's all good.

Morning of November 24, 2013. Sunday.



My wife and I are on a large, old brick bridge with arches, seemingly running north and south and likely in Wisconsin. It is very cold and in the middle of winter (although in real life here, it is unbearably warm). I make it so that the large winter jacket I am wearing goes around her so that she is able to put her right arm through the right sleeve while my right hand holds her left hand (my left arm still being in the left sleeve). We are then “wearing the same jacket” and also embrace so that we are fully inside the jacket after zipping it up effortlessly. After a short time, we slowly float down from the bridge onto the iced-over surface of a lake or river. There is a feeling of great love and joy. There seems to be a vague plan to eventually see my best friend Toby T as we go north into the city and we sort of half-walk, half-float to get there.

I'm walking around my old middle school campus. It's dark and lightly raining. My little sister is at my side and we are walking quickly to the portable classrooms. Someone catches our attention and we decide to follow them. They go into the girl's bathroom. The Bathroom is brightly lit, a bit unnaturally it seems. Even so I am still unable to see the person's face. From the figure, I hear a male voice. He says that what we seek is right across from the bathroom entrance. Immediately, I leave the bathroom and walk to a well lit portable. I go inside. It is large and square. Except for the entrance wall, the other walls are lined with clothes racks. I turn around and notice that my sister is no longer with me. I know that someone bad is coming close, so I go into the racks and hide between the clothes. A Japanese school girl that resembles Sailor Moon, runs into the room. I know she is looking for me and I'm afraid. She runs around the racks and then runs outside. I feel safe with her gone and I know that she can't see me. I get up and step out of the clothing racks. On one of the racks I spot a small, black jean jacket. It's old, faded and covered with little gold studs. While I'm looking at it, my sister appears in the doorway and tells me to hurry. We have to go fast. I look at my sister and then back at the jacket. I have to take it with me. It feels really important. I take the jacket off of it's hanger and my sister and I walk out of the classroom. Suddenly I'm in a department store. I feel relaxed and I'm looking around for something. I walk up to a mirror and stop to look at my face. I am Stiles Stilinski. A hand touches my shoulder, so I turn around. Scott McCall and my sister are looking at me. Derek Hale's hand rests on my shoulder. They are all looking at the jacket now. I lift it up a bit and show them. Derek looks at me again and tells me that it's too small. I already know. I hug the jacket close and walk around the store with it. Scott, Derek and my sister follow me around. I say, "It is sad." I tell them that she is too big. She is too big and now she can't wear the jacket. I stop walking and look at the jacket. I try to put it on but it disappears. I turn to Derek and he has a small smile on his face. He says, "Come on, Stiles". He takes my hand and leads me to a pyramid of candy. I stare at it and Derek walks away. I dig through my pockets but I have no money. I feel a bit upset, but I grab something anyway and walk to a register. Derek is already there and in his hands is a small, white and rectangular box. It says "orange" on it, I think. I move closer to get a better look. He sees me trying to get a better look and quickly hides it behind his back, smirking all the while. I laugh and step closer to him. He grabs my hand.

I'm at the mall just looking around at the stores, I see a manikin wearing this jacket. It looks what a ninja would wear at first, so I take it off the manikin to try it on but then I realized it changed into an ugly jacket with 'socal' stuff all over it, so I try to take it off but I struggle trying, it's like trying to get heavy wet clothes off of you that suction to the body. I keep trying, while walking to the mall directory, then I see the girl I've been in love with for years. We make eye contact, and then I panic because I'm wearing this obnoxious jacket, so I hide behind the mall directory desperately pulling at it, I get it to where only one sleeve is latching to me, then I see her walking away but looking at me with smile because she knew I was trying to get the jacket off and all I can do is smile back. Then the scene changes to my old middle school, I'm sitting up against the water fountain brick wall because I know she's behind it sitting against the building wall, and I'm exhilarated by the feeling of her presence. This makes me late for changing in the locker room for p.e. I realize this and jump up & run into the locker room, I go to where I usually get dressed, but two students are there giving me smug looks, so I walk to where my friends are and tell them if they can help me. One of my friends run to the coach in the locker room office and I see them talking. Then my friend runs back holding stuff & hands it to me, it's a loaner lock, and loaner p.e. clothes. On the lock on the back is a white sticker with a number written in sharpie, it says 88, so I use it on the locker 888 that is by my friends, I get dressed, people & my friends already when outside for p.e. I lock my clothes into the locker, then I realize I have no where to put my backpack and I don't trust people to not steal it or anything inside it, so I look around for what to do with it, then I notice an open locker just to the right of mine it is only slightly larger than mine so I jam my backpack in it then slam the locker door shut and run outside.

Vicky (from the Fairly Odd Parents show) went up to this black guy called Raphael. She asked him for his shades and he said no and walked away. Then later she stole his shades, his jacket, and a gigantic diamond from him. Then she went on a date with him at a baseball game!

Two guys called Amir and Jake were standing on the edge of a volcano. They decided to jump in for some odd reason I guess, and about 5 minutes later, they showed up and told me they went into the lava and swam out some tunnel inside the volcano.

Monday 04 June 2012

I am in my grandparents’ house in Kentucky. I walk around exploring the place. I walk into the guest bedroom. I get on my knees and open a cabinet. I find some jackets in there. I pull one out. It is black and seems uncomfortable. I hear coins in it’s pockets. I reach in and pull out a handful of coins. They are Chinese yen. Cool, I think. I keep the coins.
Shame this is all I can remember. This was one of those dream epics.

30.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I took an afternoon nap, I wanted to just sleep for an hour starting at around 1:40-2 PM, woke up to the alarm that I set for 3 PM I believe, but then I slept again and woke up at around 5PM.

Spoiler for Insight on what I did before sleeping...:

All of these dreams were realistic, and again, I did not check to see if I was dreaming. I even did some weird stuff that would be abnormal to do in reality, but I just went with the flow.

And you know how when you walk around in a dream, and you walk for a decent amount of time, which should allow you to test your surroundings? Like you suddenly stop and question everything, but I didn't do that.

The last dream was just freaking crazy.

I remember the things I did like crazy, the people's expressions, almost all of them were positive towards me, even if I assumed that they were trying to be mean.

And the recall from these dreams, I don't know how I can still remember them, but that's a good thing no? Guess the image association is getting better and better for me now.

The amount of detail may be a bit abnormal to some, but it's thanks to me adding images to my dream journals that has helped me hold large details in a specific image or set of images in my head until I need to type/write them later on.

I think remembering dream senses are also helping me develop longer recall of these dreams.

KAOMEA, thanks for suggesting that I do focus on other dream senses (even though I knew about it for a while now, you just convinced me to go back to it again ).

Dream 1: Walking up to Random Apartment

This is probably just a dream fragment but, I remember walking upstairs somewhere to go to a room. I remember a bowl of crackers with peanut butter in them stacked around some area of this apartment.



I can't remember much for that one.

Dream 2: Leaving Class

The dream starts out from me being in class, and the teacher was giving instructions on how to play this game. Apparently it was suppose to be a simulation on surviving some kind of attack, and we were all given individual statistics on a card lined up with a specific trait (like how much you were likely to survive something or doing something).



It was basically like a role playing game where you could upgrade, but in real life. He was explaining the different parts, and I saw that a number that I remembered the most was "16". The person to the right of me had the number "25."

I was a little concerned because I found that other people had values higher than mine, but I didn't say anything but worry a little bit.

Then the teacher was done explaining and saying that he'll see us all tomorrow. But overall, the day felt like a Friday, so I wanted to tell him that, but I kept quiet.

The whole class was quiet too, and then the teacher caught himself and apologized and then said that he'll see us on Monday. Then as I head out, I see a DC that looks exactly like my Uncle.

He was wearing a striped dress shirt with short sleeves that was blue overall with different shades of blue. It seemed he had his hair trimmed a little bit.

I look at him and he looks at me, and he's smiling at me. I go up to him to shake hands with him and he's like "Hey, man!" with a positive tone. After we talked for a few more seconds, he had to go to the bathroom. He didn't tell me, but he had to leave and I turned back to see where he was going.

I keep going, and the place I'm in has brown brick walls to it, and brown tiled floors too. There was a few bright yellow-ish lighting in the area.

I go further and further from the initial point in the dream and find that my cousins came out of one of those small areas you see in Supermarkets that would have a Starbucks, McDonalds, etc.



I go up to them, and they recognized me. There are 3 of them. I shook hands with two of the guys, and hugged the female. I don't remember what I asked them, but I hanged around with them a little bit before leaving them as well.

Dream 3: Starbucks look-a-like Store


Now I'm outside, and I go to this area that seems to be selling deserts and other sugary things. It seemed to be like a Starbucks-look-a-like, but from what I remember, the place had small shades of red to it.

It was like being in a Circus almost, with the striped and slanted coverings in case it rained. There were several sections of this large place outside. It had sections for deserts and other things.

There were places to sit as well. There were stools with tables, or just tables with chairs to them. I believe the chairs, stools, and tables had different shades of red to them, and even some pink to them as well.



I see a Black female DC who was pretty young, she looked a lot like the girl from "Everybody Hates Chris." For some odd reason, I assumed that she was a relative of mine.



I greeted her I think and she does the same, and I asked her what I wanted from the Menu that I could barely read. I also asked if I could have a Vanilla Milkshake, and she said "Of course! Of course we have that!" with a happy tone.

Then I see a used Vanilla Milkshake on another table, and I see the Starbucks logo on it, and the small details of it like the small linings on the back for the employees to write down what the order was.



It was quarter-filled with Vanilla Milkshake (or Vanilla Bean Frappuccino for you addicts).

Then the same girl gives me a phone that seems to be some new slim version of a Blackberry. It was really slim and thin. It had a rotating scroll that was flat (like a small disk placed on top of the phone that you could move around with your thumb in a circular motion).



At first I thought this was a toy, but apparently the place gives free phones. So I'm playing around with this phone a little, looking at the small features it presented (it was a new phone that was in a small plastic package).

Then the girl was sitting down with me for a little while before going up to tell the others what my order was. She was telling me that I could give her something better. She said she was selling an XBOX for $99.

I took some time to bask in that price, and then to make sure, I asked her "For an XBOX 360?" She says yes, and then I started to think about it.

Then to the right of me, I swore I sensed another DC at another table was trying to listen at our conversation, but I didn't want to look back, I just had the DC with my peripheral vision while talking to the girl.

Then I believe I wanted order more stuff from the Menu, and I said that it won't be a problem since I could afford it. I was looking at my wallet, and it resembled the one I have in waking life. There was some money in it, but I didn't pull it out completely to to see if I had a certain amount of dollars.

Then I told her that for the XBOX 360 price, I said I'll think about it I believe, and she leaves to probably go finalize the order for whatever I ordered.

Then when she's gone, for some odd reason, I'm pissed that she's telling me that she's selling an XBOX 360, I was complaining how that's the price range everyone gives (even though I haven't seen an XBOX 360 that would be in good condition for that much however).

I can't remember anything else from that dream. I probably was just waiting at the table for my food order to come in.

Dream 4: In Class or Seminar and Going To Lunch

Before I start talking about what I experienced in this dream, I just want to mention that I had the opportunity to get lucid because I was walking to lunch long enough to where I'm wondering where I am to do an RC. But this was another vivid dream that I took for reality.

I'm sitting in class, the seats we were sitting in were just fold-able seats without mini desk to rest your hands on. All of the chairs were white, and I was sitting at the front row at the top right corner. The carpet was dark blue with small bits of other colors that didn't dominate the overall color though.

There where white boards on walls almost on every side. (The boards that you can use markers on and wipe with an eraser, and they had the small extension on the bottom to put the markers or erasers on for later use).



A lecturer, who I believe was female was talking about something I didn't remember too much on. She was fairly dark-skinned, but I didn't pay too much to her facial features, I was just listening to her.

After she was done talking, she asked a question on who wants to get an extra +16 points if they wore some pink coat or shirt if they were in Nursing or something (If you remember from the second dream above this one, I had the number "16" on a card, but now a DC is saying the word sixteen this time).

Then I realized I raised my hand for the wrong reasons, I'm not pursuing Nursing nor am I interested in it. But I didn't freaking care, I just raise it until she picks me. The classroom of DCs started to go "Awwwwwwwwwww" in a sad tone.

I then realized that the classroom mostly consisted of females. If I had paid attention to the females around me instead of using peripheral vision, some would've been familiar DCs of people I knew and saw in High School.

Then I wore the Pink Jacket and everyone left class (there wasn't a bell ringing, so I assumed this was College, but it had mixes of High School elements to it).



Everything now is in Third-Person Perspective. I'm seeing the back of myself walking with my upper body slightly slanted, as if I was walking like a caveman for a while, but I think I straightened myself up quickly.

I'm on the top floor of the building that I'm in. I guess my intention was to go to lunch now. So I keep moving forward to get to the double doors (the ones you push the small and horizontal bar to open the door).

Then I go down the stairs a little bit, and I stopped a little bit to look around the place. I hold on to the railing of the stairs, and I look down to see that the stairs were structured like they were going to rotate until you reached the bottom floor.


This meant that there was a gap in between when you started turning (you know how you can see the other set of stairs by glancing from above? It was like that).

(It's hard to see in that picture, but you can see there's a big gap between the swirling stairs where you can look down at the bottom floor)


The gap was big enough for me to jump down to save more time instead of walking all the way down these sets of stairs (but in reality, you wouldn't want to jump that far down because of obvious reasons). I reached the bottom floor in a few seconds, and then I hear two DCs talking to each other as they're going down the stairs.

They were in the Corp Cadet attire that people wore at my University (only if you were in the Corp). One was a black DC who was in my Biochemistry Introductory course my first semester in college.



He was with his friend who had Corp attire as well, I just assume it was his friend, I didn't pay attention because I was busy jumping through the the gap to get to the bottom floor. The guy was trying to sing a song along with his friend, but it felt like they couldn't get the lyrics right.

So they ended up laughing and stopped singing the song. I'm at the bottom floor, and the flooring was white with very tiny spots of black to it. It resembled the area at Mayde Creek High School that was near the cafeteria.

Then I realize I'm wearing a Yellow Jacket now instead of the Pink one that was given to me for free, and I was also wearing a dark Violet shirt. I thought to myself that I was wearing complimentary colors for like a split second and just kept walking.



I go to the Cafeteria of this random environment mixing in several elements of High School and other places. I picked the shortest line. The place was structured to where there were holders attached where you could slide your trays and wait for the Cafeteria people give you what you wanted.



I peeked over at the selections they had, and looked at other lines that were waiting for other food. I saw more appealing food on the other side, but the line was too long for me, so I bared with what was given to me at the line.

As I'm busy sliding my tray, I see green Onions that weren't chopped completely, in fact, it looked as if they just came out of the plastic package and was lined up. By the time I get there, there was like 1-3 sticks of Green Onions.



The food that was served to me, I only remembered it looking like potato and other types of meat, but as I went further in the tray line, the food and place started to get smaller and smaller to where I was just holding a really small and thin bowl of what looked like soup instead of Provisions and other types of food.

As I'm trying to balance this small bowl in my hand, I had to grab several white napkins along the way to the cash register so I wouldn't lose too much of my food. I kept doing this for a while until I finally found a line to place my food on to slide while I wait for my turn to pay.

Then realized that I had to give a school lunch pin (In the schools that I was in, you had a Student ID that would also give you a lunch pin # if you signed up for something that would give you cheaper lunch prices, and you would get the same thing everyone else had to pay a higher price for).

I'm now speculating on what the hell my School lunch pin would be. Then it's my turn to pay, and I get my wallet out instead of entering a pin. The debit card (at least I thought it was a debit card) was Maroon, like the main color of Texas A&M University at College Station.



The cash register accepts it and she starts calling some number, probably to verify something. Then she started to take too long waiting for the call, I got impatient and told her that I can just pay her with cash instead.

I get my wallet out again to get some cash, I believe I was going to give her $10 so that she can give me some change back.

Then as I turn my head back to her to give her the money, she turns around and starts trying to break the debit card into pieces!

I'm telling her to don't do that, and I wave my hands around a bit panicking and telling her to stop. The freaking woman tears it in half.

Then I realize I'm sitting down at some random lunch seat with some random people.

Imagine you're pissed off at the same lady breaking the credit card with just her index finger and thumb, and you're pissed, but you suddenly find yourself transitioned in a section of the cafeteria while still carrying on the emotions of rage. It was like that.

I started screaming and cursing at the woman. I told her that I was almost going to pay her her money for some meal that was shit anyway. The meal was gone, so I was even more pissed off.

I think everyone in the Cafeteria was looking at me because I was so pissed. Then things turned random. It was like everyone was trying to cheer me up.

I see an older female DC that looked like the AP English teacher I had in waking life before being switched to the other AP English teacher (there was an overload of students in her class, so I was just one of the students switched to the other one that had blonde hair).

Anyway, she comes up to me. She's the type of teacher to just look at you as if she has something mean to say to you. I'm afraid to mention her name, but let's just call her Runyon. Runyon gets closer to me and then she starts asking what's wrong.

Then the whole setting feels like I'm in Willy Wonka's positive energy in a Cafeteria. I was still pissed off at the the lady tearing up my debit card. I was sitting next to a girl to the left of me that was another person I knew in waking life.

Let's call her Stephanie (she has a fairly curvy structure and is pretty tall in waking life, but in a good way. She has her body in the places that would make any guy gaze at her....and her lips are big and juicy too...sorry just adding that so I know which Stephanie was with me in the dream since there was another Stephanie in my older DJ that was much skinner with big lips too; both are Hispanic).

Anyway, Runyon tries to cheer me up, and everyone is trying to sing a song that will make me laugh, but I still keep a stoic face trying not to laugh. There were moments where I was almost going to smile, but I suppressed the urge.

Then as I pay attention to the DCs around me at the lunch tables, I see a Blonde that was standing up who wore a fancy black corporate dress (even though DCs were blocking her lower features, I just had a hunch she was wearing a short dress).



She smiles at me, I look at her for a little while, I see that she's wearing lip gloss that just makes her lips really shiny. People started to think I was smiling, but I still had a stoic facade and they were like "awwww" in a sad tone.

Then the whole Cafeteria started to sing another song. Apparently it was "Peddy Punnit" or something like that, not to sure.

I don't remember the lyrics of this random song but the beat went like: (The "BLAH"s are just replacing the actual words that I can't remember).

"BLAH-BLAH-BLAH!" *CLAP CLAP* "BLAH-BLAH-BLAH" *CLAP CLAP*

Eventually I started to give in and smiled and was laughing again. However, I fell down under the table before anyone caught me smiling.

I can't remember anything else, even though that was probably the longest recall I had for a dream for a while now...

I wake up and started to take in a really deep breath and quickly looked over to the right of my alarm clock.

Spoiler for More Insight on what I did when I woke up....:

It was 5PM, and I thought that I wouldn't have enough time to type everything I remembered because I was planning to head for the Biology Tutoring area at 6PM so I know what to study.

But apparently the HECC building ran out of power (my Chemistry Tutor posted on Facebook that it had a power outage).

So I if the building was out of power, that means the Biology SI session was canceled as well. So that gave me extra time to type this dream journal entry.

Don't know why I'm mentioning this...but whatever.

REMEMBERING OTHER DREAM SENSES REALLY IS USEFUL WHEN RECALLING LARGE QUANTITIES CONTAINED in small images or moments.

Especially when you focus on Dream Character's expressions, you can analyze the overall atmosphere of the environments, and extend on the experiences.

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I was part of a military unit sent in to somewhere in the Middle East to secure someone (I think). Anyway the DZ was somewhere in the city and I jumped off to early and ended up landing near a petrol station.

I had to link up with my squad but had no flares left from something I had done previously (I can't remember) so I shot a petrol pump and it blew up in the same way as it does in Saint's Row 2.

I knew this would attract attention and the bad guy's most loyal,lethal henchman came,he wore Michael Jackson's red jacket.



I shot him a few times and he fell to the floor but he got up. I flew away(this is when I realised I was dreaming) I flew near a really high lampost. The lamp was a deep yellow bordering orange and it lit up the clouds.



When I got (what felt to be) really high I started to glide and I fell back down to Earth. I kinda dropped but landed on my feet.

Then loads of people came from out of nowhere cheering or shouting.

Thats all I remember.

Good morning everybody. I remember one dream from last night. It feels a little fragmented.

I was at my great-grandmother's house. The house was lit by grey daylight coming through the windows. My great-grandma was either close to dying or else she had just died (although in waking life she died about a year ago). A lot of the family was at her house.

I had been wearing a red flannel jacket, which reminded me of a red flannel jacket my great-grandma wore. But I had taken it off.

Some people, probably including my mom and sister, had started doing the laundry. They might have started doing everybody's laundry, because we had been at my great-grandma's house for so long.

Now my sister had a red flannel jacket. She was looking all over the house for it, but she couldn't find it. Some other family members, probably including me, were trying to help her find the jacket. My sister was probably also blaming other people in the house for having taken the jacket. They knew how much it meant to her, because it either was or was like the jacket my great-grandma always wore.

At some point, I was laying on my stomach on the floor in the living room. Before me, just to the left (my left) of the TV, was a laundry basket full of clothes. The basket was full of all kinds of random clothes, including either a bride's gown or a bridesmaid's gown. I could tell the clothes were still dirty. It was like my mom and sister had planned to do laundry but then just left the job.

I could see a red flannel jacket or sweater at the bottom of the basket, under all the dirty clothes. I knew it was mine. At last I'd found it! So I took it and put it on.

I was now walking through a store that feels now to me like a mix between a grocery store and the perfume department at Macy's. It may have been night. There were other people in the store.

I walked around in the red flannel jacket. I wondered if it was good to wear a jacket that had been sitting at the bottom of a basket of dirty clothes, some of which had been quite smelly.

I reached my hand into one of the pockets. I pulled out an eyeglass lens, probably for the right eye. The lens was big, for really big, old eyeglass frames. I knew it was a lens for one of my great-grandmother's eyeglass frames.

I now remembered, as if it had happened in some earlier part of the dream, how one of the lenses had popped out of my great-grandma's glasses, and how my sister had been panicked looking for the lens.

As I walked through the grocery store I thought how it was only natural that the lens would end up in the jacket pocket. After all, the lens must have popped off near the jacket. Then the jacket had been buried in the laundry basket where nobody could find it.

Busing to Restaurant:
Me and my mom are on what appears to be a bus. I decide to take off my black jacket and there is no place to put it. We ended up getting off and cross the street as the hand is flashing and the counter is decreasing starting at 11. I start counting down with it just to be annoying, lol. We get to some store where I take off my jacket. I was able to put it in what appears to be a garbage bin but was stopped by someone who took it from me and placed it in the right bin. It seems that this guy has already helped me out earlier that day with this specific bin issue.

Thoughts: Odd all together but meh I'm not complaining