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Now, I really have to start noting my Dad as a reality check. Dead folks don't tend to appear in reality, so... Well, yeah...

We were in my parents' living room, as it used to be when my Dad was alive and healthy. (Come to think of it, it's probably the way it was when I was younger - the dresser was against the wall it used to be when I was a kid.)

Dad had bought a model set of a circus train, with the name of the circus brightly painted across the sides, and with open carriages for the animals. These models were incredibly detailed, but the carriages looked more like the carts you get at a fairground (like a waltzer) - Round, with a dip in one side that acts as the door (though how the elephant was supposed to get out of it, I couldn't tell you!) He was showing me the animals and how, if you turned them a different way, they sat in different poses.

Well I had quite a weird dream last night. It started off with me and John inside this building that we instinctively knew was in the US. For some reason, right across the street was Japan. It was like a dividing line, that even had different weather. In Japan at that time, the weather was rainy/gray and gloomy outside. I recall seeing this and running back to John saying "Dude, it sure is Protomen's dystopian world over there."

So he and I are walking through the streets when we want to find a place to eat, we pass by this fish & chips looking restaurant, and see Jon and someone else eating on some benches outside. I talk to him for a bit, and he recommends the food in the place, so we head in there. At this point for some reason my gf joins me, and we're looking inside the restaurant.

We instinctively knew it as a branch of Luke's Lobster, because it had the same logo on the outside, and also because when we walked in, I waved hi to one of the servers that was at another one. We spent a while trying to decide what to eat and looking at the menu. We decided, and when I went to the back, for some reason my parents were in a booth, and all of the sudden I was waiting for my meal with them. I'm not exactly sure when, but at some point I ended up running away because people were attacking the restaurant, I think it was the actual people working there, like it was some sort of trap.

The dream jumps at this point, and the next thing I can remember is running away, but then needing to go back because my sister/gf was going with the villains for some reason. I sneak into their building which appears to be owned by models, since I can recall chasing after at least someone that LOOKED like Tyra into an elevator. At some point, I found Kate just before the bottom floor, and asked her why she was here. She pointed to her face a few times and she said it was for her cheeks, she wanted to get plastic surgery on them. Of course to me this sounded ridiculous and I was trying to say that it's not worth it for that and wtf is wrong with your cheeks anyway.

She ignores me and goes in. There is this regal looking old man sitting on a throne in a golden room who seemed like the leader. It is he that tells me my sister/gf is God's chosen one/a new prophet or something. At this point it turns into my gf, and I find her and ask her to let me see her front. This is because the King/Godly looking man said there were markings all over her that proved this claim. I looked and for a while I could not see anything, but then sure enough there were words and lettering that said they had some meaning.

(There were sequences of numbers, but sadly I cannot remember any of them so I can't play them in the lottery)

Well, I convinced my gf to get out of there with me and run, and she wholeheartedly agreed because she was scared and didn't want this burden. It now turns into me being hunted down by the people that attacked the restaurant earlier. It seems like instead I was in the middle of a war between two sides, possibly the villains and some rebellion. Both carried different colored lightsaber's from the game No More Heroes, so I got the impression that they were assassin's. Some guy with insane skills was fighting off this female assassin chasing me with one of those lightsabers, and I remember him getting in a tricky position, and me gathering up courage and grabbing one of these lightsabers near me to put on the pressure.

This is when the dream starts to not get so nice. One who is not trained in any type of weapon combat should not pick up a lightsaber and attempt to help in a battle. The guy and girl were stuck in like a deadlock, and I attacked as well to try and break him out of it in the advantage, but all this got me was a cut across my waist, impaled through my leg, and basically killed me. Though I respawned somewhere else in the city. I was now running for my life being chased by the woman, but I would attempt to fight back everynow and then, but it would always end up with her winning out and killing me. After like two times I genuinely began to run to try and avoid any conflict, because even in a dream getting cut hurts.

At some point I was fighting her again, and the skilled guy from before came up. They talked for a bit, and I instinctively knew that he wanted to test me, and to convince me to never return here. He started to fight me, and I fought back with everything I had, but it ended up with me getting severed through the waist in a finishing move like it was nothing.

The last part of the dream ended with me and my gf running away from the city, and making it back to her dad's car where he was driving us back home, for some reason I had no underwear on and just a long shirt, and my gf chided me for trying to put it on while in the car.

I have really awfull dream recall. This is one of the longest dreams i recalled in weeks even tho i forgot 80 % of it.
It's mostly fragments really..

I had a long vivid dream wich i don't recall. I wrote down in my notebook it was about a girl i kind of like and me and a boy where fighting over her. I only recall a tiger coming out of nowhere and startling me awake.
I took a piss went back to bed and attempted to WILD, no luck .

Like most of my dreams im in a school-like enviroment. I remember seeing stacked beds around me, me lying in one of them. so it might have been a school camp instead.

The next thing i recall is that its mid day and sunny again. I talked with a muslim girl i know from my real school .

Next up there are about 20 half naked girls lying on the floor and me and some guys (unclear who they where) where playing a game with them. We walk trough the girls and if you like a girl you put a piece of chocolate in their mouth and break it. If you don't like a girl you put a piece of chocolate in their butthole and break it. WTF?! whose idea was this

I remember dutch top model Doutzen Kroes was chilling in my bed aswell.

Today I was also hellbent on becoming lucid again, so I did the same thing I did the first time. It's like every single day I think I'm going to lose my dream recall and then it comes right back to me. Anyways, I preformed a successful MILD today, and had kind of an odd dream before it, here it is.

I'm with three other girls at my school. They want to show my a secret room. It has sort of a secret passageway through the wall. We all go in. The compartment's kind of small, like a boiler room. There are a couple of urinals there. The girls go there to pee.

"Okay?" I think to myself.

I just turn to a different direction and wait for them to finish. Afterward I show my friend Elmer the secret passage way. During this dream I end up going there all the time or something like that. Then one time I hear someone over the PA saying

"C.J., we no where you are, just come out."

Apparently I'm in trouble. Instead of talking in the office we go to a movie theater and watch a movie that Elmer made. It's basically documenting how Elmer told one person about the secret room who told a bunch of other people. The whole movie is in text, but not plain, like fancy animated text. Something like this: YouTube - RoosterTeeth.Com Member Video Contest Entries Part 1

Afterward I tell Elmer that I feel very sick. My nose is bleeding, I have a scratchy throat and I'm crying blood. After that I wake up at around 7:45 a.m., 4th of February 2011. In waking life, I'm actually sick too. I ask my dad if I can stay home and he says okay. I fall back asleep.

I'm in my apartment. I believe I'm writing in my dream journal. The text I write is appearing on the building across from mine. For some reason instead of writing about my dream I just write "42". I then quickly delete it. I hear something on the radio that some Colombian Gun show hosts will be coming in, and to not be alarmed if you see people armed with guns. "Uh oh." I think to myself. "That can't be good. I quickly run to the door and try to lock it but it's too late. Three people armed with red dot sighted M-16s kick open the door. They don't say anything, but they have a smile on their faces. Everyone (my aunt and a couple of my cousins are there) goes into the kitchen and sits down. I turn to my dad.

"We have to do something."

"Just sit down." He replies in a whisper.

"But-"

"Please."

I realize I'm being an idiot and that I shouldn't be a hero. My dad's cellphone begins to ring. I take it and quickly turn the volume all the way down.

"Thanks son." he says.

My older cousin next to me keeps trying to whisper to me but I tell him to just be quiet.

Everyone, including one of the gunman, slowly transitions into the living room. One of the gunman take my aunt's laptop. My young cousin pleads (she's only 10).

"No no, that's mommie's computer."

"It's okay sweetie." My aunt tells her.

"Well if you didn't want them to take it you should've probably hid it." Says my dad.

He's right. I go into my room to see if there's anything I don't want them to take. But it's too late. My computer, my most prized and valuable possession, it's gone.

"No, anything but the computer!"

I start to panic. I decide to go to the lead gunman and ask him for my computer back. I go into the living room where he is. He's black(I'm guessing Colombian but probably not), has crazy hair with orange highlights in it, and wears a suit, along with the other gunman.

"Excuse me sir."

"You have an email address?" He asks me.

"Y-Yes."

"It's gaz isn't it?" (it really isn't but in the dream it was).

"Y-Yeah."

"Maybe I should get rid of you, what if you remember." (I think he means his face)

No I really start to panic. The dream fades out. I realize my computer is still here, and everyone's stuff is in order. Usually I would just brush this off with a sigh of relief and get out of bed. But not today. These are my dreams, and no one pushes me around in my dreams. I decide to attempt a MILD. I rest my head. I repeat the mantra "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming", "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming". I fall asleep and find myself in the living room, but the dream collapses and I wake up again. I try again. "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming", "You will enter your previous dream and realize that your dreaming". Once again, I find myself in the living room. The lead gunman (I'll call him Larry) is making his way through the door with all our stuff. I rub my hands together and look at them to stabilize the dream. I slowly feel all my control from my waking body transfer to my dream one. It feels good, like I'm letting go. I run through the door into the hallway. I try to spawn a SCAR-L, but it doesn't end up happening, but I don't need it...

"Hey! That's my stuff you have there!" I yell to him.

"And what are you going to about it?" He asks me.

I charge towards him. We get into a intense fight. We are both masters of kung-fu. I throw kick after kick, punch after punch. He lands a couple on me as well, he's got some good moves. Every counter he throws at me I counter back, striking with my elbow, my foot, and my fists. One of the gunman throw him nun chucks, big mistake. He hits me a couple times, but I grab them from him and start whipping his ass with it. He's okay, but no match. I land one final kick on his stomach. He's had enough. He stumbles away grasping his stomach. I jump on his back and put the nun chucks around his neck.

"Oh no santa, there's a couple of gifts in your bag that I need to get back." At first I'm fixated on getting my computer back, but then I realize that this is only a dream and I don't really need them.

"Oh and one more thing," I tell him.

"next time you see me, I'll have guns."

"Holy fuck." He says as he stares at me in amazement.

I get into the elevator. Two other people get in too. There both me. One is the me that is asleep and dreaming. He wears a white turtleneck sweater. He has his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

The other guy is lucid me. He wheres something like a black trench coat with the collar popped and a black shirt underneath. His eyes are open and he's got a scowl on his face. He's pissed and ready to kick ass.

I think there was another person in the elevator but I can't remember.

"Well there's gonna be a lot of guys down there, but this is a dream, and you know what that means? It's time to kick some ass."

The doors of the elevator open. I expect a fight, but everyone there just cowers at the very sight of me. There's about two dozen of them. I just grab them by their jackets and throw them on the floor, one by one. There are other people in the lobby who're helping me out too. I got to the mailbox room to see if any gunman are hiding. I find a bunch of nerds wearing batman costumes (the 70's version).

"Get the fuck out of here!" I tell them.

"Hey this costume's classic." One of them yells at me as I walk away.

The day is saved. I've comeback to claim my territory, I have saved my people. Job well done. Out of nowhere I start thinking about super models. Behind me where the elevators are supposed to be appears a stage. The curtains open and around a dozen topless models are on stage dancing.

This is enough to destabilize the dream.

I wake up at around 9:00 a.m., 4th of February 2011.

Job well done indeed.

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Probably due to my desire and attempts to recreate my whole dreaming experience I am having a dry spell of lucidity.

Dream 1: The Pyramid Scheme & The Circular College
Nonlucid
I am watching gaunt model types walk into this agency. This is the 1980's and this is a sham modeling agency running a pyramid scheme in talent and money and apparently run by me! I am both the "star" and the viewer. As the dream unfolds I realize that the agency is run as a huge talent agency for aspiring models but actually I am faking it all even to the point of having models come in, disguise themselves, and come in again to show a lot of activity since investors are spying on our agency before they invest. The girls, the huge sums of investors and their money, the wild parties and nightlife all to get more money to make more of an agency. However I realized that once the money got to a million the agency would become real with the hottest talents and the worlds best photographers. I started to think this was actually a good idea! and the thoughts shot back "sure it is, girls and money, come on!" Then I was shocked to see that there was no accounting for anything! They were taking in huge sums of money from all over the world and there was zero accounting, it was all done on the fly. I thought "I could see me doing that [if I was like this at this time in history]."
Then I walked away from the only book they had, which was a partially used appointments book for their fake office, into the larger part of the building. The hallway led to a large circular building. Towards what would be the center of this building was a huge and strange classroom. Picture a tube 12 stories high with seating on the insides of the tube's walls. In the center was a circular tower of podiums for instructors, huge viewing screens, and whiteboards, periodically at different stories of height. This was all in a nice calming cream color. Hundreds could participate in this mega-classroom. The seating looked precarious on such a steep wall so I had to try it. It had a slight incline so I could walk out to a seat. Awesome view that felt like floating and no one need be in front of you. There were only a few students sitting here and there since there was no class at this time, they were just using it as a quiet study area.


Later in the day I tried a short nap to try to take hold of the dream world some more.

Dream 2: The Park!
I was fully aware but entering a dream as colors started to form and I could see a park bench and some grass. The grass was super green and everything was unreal-clear and crisp and I thought "this is The Park!" I refer to a park I have heard and read about and been too but never lucid. This is the legendary park which supposedly so many people go to when they die and when they are dreaming or having out of body experiences. Not only is it a well known mecca but is also supposed to be built by the also legendary Lumanians (ultra/ultra long story). Anyway I really wanted to explore this place and have plans on what to look for here when I do explore this place. As I expanded my consciousness the visions dissolved and I lost a connection with it all. I was not upset as I knew that would not help my focus.
Still in the darkness another dream image started to form but again the same thing happened. Then I heard voices getting louder as from a far distance and as I started to try to become my full self but again, they too faded away. I grasped in the darkness with my consciousness, I felt as if I was supposed to hold onto something but I didn't know what it was so I couldn't grasp it and hold the dream together. If you are reading this and you know what that thing is, please tell me otherwise I think its probably just a metaphor for something I have to do. What this thing is I will have to find out.