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I was by some kind of big building that kind of reminded me of the white house. I was on a balcony sort of thing. There was some kind of christmas festival going on I stood in front of a mirror that's supposed to show two kids standing next to you, but it didn't work. I walked downstairs and saw someone dressed like a daruma. I figured he was the mascot for this place. I went back up the stairs and then down the opposite stair case. I came to a stand with more mirrors. I looked in one and saw that I had the ears and tail of a cheetah (well the ears were more house cat like). I looked at my backside and saw that I really did. This made me lucid. It was pretty weird, but i decided to leave it like that instead of wasting time trying to take it off. I guess it was kinda cool in it's own way anyway. I stared at my tail and the image became more vivid. I took off flying towards a square building and landed on the roof when* my alarm wakes me up.

My dream begins in the kitchen of my old house. My father, mother, and I were sitting at the round, marble table we had in the kitchen. We were eating and my dad said something that was offensive to me. I stood up and screamed, "F*** YOU DAD!" And I flipped him off!>:3 I threw everything that was on the table to the floor. I ran to my room and locked it up. I threw a shelf to block the door so no one could come in! VICTORY THY NAME IS ME!

The dreams transitions to a video game looking scene. Although I am in it, I see it as if I'm playing the game. (This game looks like a Super Nintendo game btw.) This "game" was based on a Lemonade Stand, you had to sell good quality lemonade to customers by using specific amounts of sugar, lemons, and ice. At one point my character got arrested and this popped up: WILL YOUR PLAYER: A) THROW MONEY AT THE COPS or B)THROW MONEY AT PEDESTRIANS. I saw my character on a platform with a bag of money with cops at one side and pedestrians on the other. I didn't get to choose any one because this dream went to another

I was at some random house which was "mine." I saw my parents in the driveway. My mom said, "I got the beetle." My dad said, "I got the truck!" Then they transformed into a beetle, and a truck respectively. I got in my "dad" and drove to a warehouse. In the warehouse I was the boss and I commanded everyone to run out. The warehouse was empty. Thee dream THEN went to this:

I was in the bathroom looking at myself in the mirror. I moved my small, bangs and saw a green pimple on my forehead. It beated up and down slowly. It glowed light green, then dark green and so on. Then other pimples began popping up all over my face. They began to beat. I was all like WTF.. then I woke up glad there weren't pimples on ma face T_T

I can't sleep, it's 4 in the morning. I try to lay still, barely moving anything until I can't feel my hands, just to get at peace. I fall asleep after a long struggle. At some point I find out I'm dreaming with no specific RC. I drop to the floor to stabilize. I control minor things, like the size and shape of objects. My limbs start growing weird deformations on the skin, but they don't bother me that much. Much later, the deformations have turned into dead skin flaking off. I walk around talking not really doing much. I pass a mirror for the first time and look at my horrible, deformed face for a second. It wasn't that scary in the dream, but when I woke up, I realized it was the scariest thing I had ever experienced. I have some semi-lucidity. I wake up many times during the night. I can't remember not dreaming at any moment during these 4 hours. The alarm wakes me up, I ignore it, not feeling well enough to go to school. My entire family oversleeps and my dad wakes me up to tell me. I tell him I won't be going to school today. I go back to sleep and have weird, lucid dreams. I wake up feeling scared and depressed, shaking, afraid to move. I watch some Family Guy to get back to reality

I go back to sleep later, and I wake up. Over and over. I can't believe I have slept this long, it won't pay off when I go to bed later. Anyway, I am still sleepy, and my cat jumps up in my bed. I feel safer with company I decide to have a quick, lucid dream. I do, and I have a notion that I need to find a woman. I follow where I "know" she is going through my house. Then I am distracted as I gain lucidity again. I start walking towards my room. The closer I get to the open door with the lights on (I left them on as I went to sleep), the more my vision starts to flicker and flash in white. Everything starts shaking. I stand in the door, watching the empty bed (because no, it is impossible to enter the physical world from a dream, you can't find your true self in a dream). By my bed is a skull made of clay. This scares the crap out of me for some reason. I wake up, but I can't open my eyes. I try to calm down, it doesn't work. I try to force them open with my fingers; impossible. I sit up. I can somehow "see", even though my eyes are closed, and all I visually see is darkness. I try to figure out what to do as I suddenly wake up for real with a fast inhale. My cat is still sleeping on me. I am a little shaky. Unpleasant once again, and I am officially afraid of mirrors.

A windy day:
I walk to a sandbox nearby the house where I live and notice that there is furniture standing here and also outside several houses. I find this a bit odd, because it is everywhere and not just outside ONE house. I also realize that it is rather windy this day, because two fabric seats blow out of what looks like some kind of heavy, wooden pulka. I wonder if I should chase after the flying seats and think that it is perhaps even my duty, but I then decide to leave it. After all, it is not my fault that someone has left something like that outside on a windy day... In the sandbox I find a large rubber ball with handles which you can sit on and bounce. I do this and I feel really happy. Afterwards I sit down on a swing and start swinging higher and higher, the way I used to when I was small. Apparently, I am able to swing higher than ever before due to the wind. When I get off the swing I notice that the wind has grown really, really strong and now even rips furniture to pieces, sending table legs and other parts of them flying in all directions. I find this rather cool. I then feel like using the rubber ball or the swing some more and therefore walk back towards them. However, when I do this I see that incredibly nosy, old woman looking at me through the window. I figure she will think I have gone nuts playing like a child and I feel uncomfortable and even a bit ashamed with her staring at me. I therefore leave the sandbox.

Yeti and the metallic leg decorations:
I am on a road near the forest. As I walk along the road I look to the left, into the forest. It is rather dark and a bit foggy in there and to my surprise I see a large, white creature move some distance away in there. I have some other people with me in the background and after looking at the creature for another moment I exclaim to them that it is Yeti (the snowman)! I feel a bit uneasy and even more so when Yeti turns around and starts walking in my direction. However, as he approaches he is shrinking and when he has reached me he is only about the same size as me. Now he is even looking fake somehow and I do not feel uneasy anymore, but just a bit confused. I then realize that it is only a human in a Yeti costume. The person removes the costume and I see that it is a girl in about my own age.

I notice that I am wearing some kind of cool, ornate, gold colored, metal decoration on my whole right leg. I think it looks awesome and I am also fascinated that it fits so perfectly and lets me move freely even though it is made of metal. I feel very proud over this decoration and show it to the others. Several times I tell them how awesome it is. After wandering to several different places which I only remember very vaguely, I and the others (including the yeti-girl) are in a large building with a large collection of different mirrors in all sizes and shapes, with all sorts of frames. I admire my leg decoration in one of those mirrors, still fascinated over it. I now notice that the yeti-girl, who is standing next to me, also looking into the large mirror in front of us, has a similar leg decoration herself. However, hers are darker, more compact (less patterns etc) and are put on in a different way. I think that her legs are probably a bit thicker than mine. After showing her several different kinds of mirrors in the house, which she seems fascinated about, we decide to try each other's leg decorations. She puts mine on without difficulty. However, my leg is too thick for hers. I feel a bit shocked, because I had been so certain her legs were thicker than mine. When looking at my legs in the mirror now I notice that my right one is much thinner than the left. I feel surprised at first, but then come to the conclusion that those leg decorations probably make the legs temporarily thinner.

DJ Log: September 13, 2010 – Morning, 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: I forgot to take my B6, Ginkgo, and fish oil with my dinner, so I took them at about 9:30PM, which caused me to have many issues falling asleep. I stayed up for a few more hours that I would usually stay up, reading a few articles on DV before my eyelids became heavy. I crawled into bed around 4:00AM)

I am standing in a a house trailer that belongs to my grandmother. I am quite familiar with the layout of the rooms and everything inside. I immediately became lucid, as I know my grandmother had passed away many years ago and her trailer is no longer a place I would visit. My mom was in the living room, and I was standing in front of the breakfast bar in the kitchen. I talk with my mom for a bit about why we are here. She explains that my grandmother was in the hospital and we were here for a visit. After talking a bit more, she walks back into the bedroom. I walk out into the living room and lay down on the couch to watch some TV, but the remote control will not work. I put the remote down and got up to push the buttons on the TV. The buttons do not work. I check the power cord to make sure it's plugged in, and everything looks like it's connected. After staring at the blank screen for a bit, trying to make it do something, I gave up. No TV! I lay back down on the couch and drift off to sleep. (Note: dream within dream.) I was having a short lucid dream, of which I cannot recall any details, when my mom came in the room yelling about something. I don't recall what she was yelling about. I woke up from the embedded dream, sort of irritated, and yelled back at my mom. I said, “You ruined a perfectly good lucid dream, please stop yelling and leave me alone for a little while.” While I was yelling, I raised my hands to make gestures and saw that my fingers didn't look quite right. After yelling, my mom went back into the bedroom, grumbling under her breath. I look at my hands again and count 7 fingers on the left hand and 8 on my right. My fingers were quite deformed. They were skinny and bent around, some of them crossing over each other. I began rubbing my hands together briskly while I stand up and walk toward the bathroom. The first thought on my mind was, “Find a mirror! I have a definite mission to complete."

I enter the bathroom and look into the vanity mirror, while rubbing my hands together to help keep things stable. I am trying to remain calm and collected while my face quickly melts down and my eyes fall down below my nose. I observe for a few seconds before looking away from the mirror to look at my hands. I stop rubbing my hands and look back into the mirror. My face is moving in and out as I breathe, gaining more depth in the third dimension with each breath. I slowly raise my right hand in front of my face and my fingers flew off and go into my right eye socket. There are a couple of very long skinny fingers still attached that are trying to go up my nose. I lower my hand slightly and all of my fingers come out of my eye socket and reattach to my hand. When I raise my hand slightly, my fingers go into my eye socket again. The repeatable transition point seems to be once the fingers raise past the nose in the mirror. I raise my hand higher and my whole hand goes into my right eye socket, all the way to the elbow. All of my fingers begin falling out of my nose, bounce off the sink and go into my left eye socket. I lower my hand slowly and all of my fingers reattach themselves.

I continue to stare in the mirror, watching my eyes stretch so wide my eyeballs almost fall out. Suddenly, I hear someone call my name from outside the bathroom. I look at the door, and notice that I had forgot to close it completely. I run to the door and push it shut the rest of the way. I walk back to the vanity mirror and decide to stretch it all the way down to the floor so I can walk through it. Feeling a bit rushed because I know someone is walking toward the bathroom, I grab the bottom of the mirror frame and pull it firmly towards the floor. The mirror offers some resistance, but complies with the stretch. While pulling the mirror down, the sink and cabinet disappear into the floor. As soon as I finish stretching the mirror, an older guy walks into and through the bathroom, into a connecting room. He is giving me the “death look” as he walks by. I stare back at him with a very defensive, angry glare while he passes. I look back at the mirror and touch the glass. My fingers pass through the glass without any resistance. It is very cold on the other side of the glass. I take a step back and walk into the mirror, only to bounce off of the glass. The surface would no longer give way and let me through.

I am getting frustrated with the mirror, and decide to abandon it and walk out of the bathroom. I walk outside, through the kitchen window and climb along a chain-link fence on top of a narrow concrete retaining wall. I came upon some bushes along the fence which are scratching my legs on the way by. The feeling of the scratches sent waves of chills through my body and caused me to nearly lose my grip on the fence. I looked at my hands for a brief moment and my fingers were thoroughly wrapped around the top of the fence. The wall leads me into a very small, one room house. The walls are blue-gray and so was the floor. There is a small window on each side of the room, but no doors. I can see a close neighbor cooking food on the stove from one side, and someone talking on the phone to the other side. The third window is as black as outer space. The room was entirely empty, except for a small wooden chair in the corner. There seems to be nothing of interest in here, so I exit through the same window which I came. I climb up and walk along the fence and return to the trailer I came from before. There is very little detail on the return journey along the fence.

I climb in the kitchen window and find a huge pile of rare-cooked steak laying all over the stove top. It smells freshly cooked, and has a pile of fresh blood puddling under the steaks. I pick up a piece of steak and try to eat it. It was as heavy as a rock, tough as leather, and tasted like rotting flesh. I throw the steak on the floor and try to eat another piece. It is also tough as leather, but has no taste. I throw the second piece of steak on the floor also. A puddle of blood begins to form around the steaks on the floor. I look at my hands, counting 8-9 fingers on each hand that are very long and skinny. There is a lot of blood dripping from my fingers. I rub my hands together and I can feel the slimy blood smearing around all over them. The smell of rotting flesh begins to fill the air. I rub my hands on my pants to clean them off.

The layout of the trailer has completely changed during my outside excursion. There is no longer a bathroom in the hallway next to the kitchen. The living room is now a large dining room with a formal setting. There are candles in the center of the table and all of the places are set. I cannot find an exterior door, anywhere. A mirror is visible through a doorway in a different bathroom. I walk into the bathroom and find a mirrored shower door. I back up and run as fast as I can into the mirror, passing through it with no resistance. This was the dream's exit.

I woke up in my dream, I got up and walked into the bathroom. In the bathroom it was full of mirrors, which I could see myself in all of them but at different angles. I looked at myself and moved my mouth to see if it did the same thing in all of them, it didn't. I started to talk to myself, then the other me's in the mirror started to call me down(talk about me negatively) saying i'm not good enough, and also talking religiously saying I'm a bad person, and that I don't have the will power to quit my deeds. I then walked out of the room and woke up.