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1. i was on some field or destroyed city square. there was darkness all around. And i saw 2 people competing in archery. It was germany vs slovakia. The german had a crossbow, and slovak guy had a bow. And i was supposed to help the slovak person. They were shooting piles of hay, trees, and some fireworks with fire arrows. I helped to choose the targets.. and i showed to the shooter a big pile of wood next to river shore. And i said shoot. He hesitated but he scored. A small fire was starting on the logs.. and i said shoot again. Another hit. And then from nowhere a wildman came to the scene.. he was running towards this logs.. jumped on them and the logs turned into a flat viking ship made of stone. The ship fell into the river and the wild guy was surfing on it.. we ran after it.. and we met a polar bear. It started to chase us.. and he bite me on my hand.. it was not that bad actually.. the wounds were like a dog bite.. i still had my hand.

2. I was in a supermarket on cashout. Im not sure if I was buying or selling czech crowns to euro. It was all around numbers 8 and 28. But im not sure if i bought 8 crowns for value of 28 or another way around. I even took the hand calculator next to the seller to do my math, how much it should be. And it was correct what the seller gave me. Then i stepped out of the line.. Put everything in my big bagpack. I was going on some trip, i had quite a lot of money. And i met a friend in the waiting line in this supermarket and he said you still owe me 30eur, can you please give it back to me now. And i said.. yeah no problem. I grabed my wallet from the bottom of my backpack.. Started to count the money. I took 1x 10 and 1x20eur.. but the 20eur bill was wierd. It was red instead of blue. And the surface was harsh. but i said well it is a special edition bill and i gave it to him anyway. Then when i was walking on some stairs there was something on the wall. something plastic and round. I tried to move it, i thought it is somesort of mechanism. And actualy it was a plasticwatermill but it was broken. The weels were not there, but all the rest worked as it should.

3. I was in a bulding. I guess it was a school because of all the whiteboards. And on one there was writen Dag Og. And i tried to read it.. and it was in Danish i said. and next to the board 2 girls were sitting and laughing to my pronaunciation of the words.. Then i started to walk on stairways.. i wasnt alone. And an old woman asked me if i speak english. I said yes i do.. and are you perhaps danish i asked. She said yes.. i asked her what does Dag Og means. And she answered "help me" but that is incorrect. THen we came into a classroom. And there were some foreign students in there already. THere was music.. August burns red in acoustic version. The students started to sing something.. and my group was from my country. and we started to sing some comunist slavic song.. so loud and in one voice.. i never heard this song before.. we were like one big team. We oversang the others so the teacher said.. well i think we have a problem.

Two middle-aged spinsters are visiting Rumpelstiltskin/Gold just before attending some event, but he's busy with a delivery of some sort. The room where they wait for him holds a collection of various objects behind glass, and as they look around, one of them says, "Richer than the (some family name beginning with A) brothers!" The objects behind the glass are personal mementos from over the centuries, arranged and displayed in such a way as to look like a collection of history - playbills and tickets, a photo from a political protest that changed history, old forms of currency, all neatly labeled with places and dates and short descriptions. But I'm looking at the objects as a disembodied observer with Rumpelstiltskin's mindset, with fond memories of the actress depicted on that playbill, and a woman at that protest, and the profit I made when that country changed currencies. (Although I'm thinking of it as a collection of memories that stretches back centuries, the oldest items I actually see are only from the 1800s.) I think to myself, 'and I could sell it, if I chose.' As if convincing myself that I could part with it all, if I had to.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Fragments - someone involved in some industry that's often glamorized in movies, intelligence or organized crime, mentally contrasting his actual day to day life with the ridiculous movies. A rich and powerful woman who's sleeping with the hired killer who works for her. Overdue library books, a trilogy by an author who's written 156 books, these ones with covers showing caves with stalactites that remind me of fangs. Rumpelstiltskin again, spending a summer at a country estate belonging to a brother and sister he knows, looking out the window and feeling someone's suffering, the potential for a deal; following it, and finding someone in the garden, reading a journal that had belonged to Belle.

So i'm starting to remember more details from my dreams now so yay. Had 3 mini dreams:

1.I was in a hotel in a pool. I remember the swimsuit that i was wearing had a skirt. Then, i was swimming with a little girl in my hand. Then i asked a guy if he could set up the girl with anyone he knew. He set her up with his little brother. Then i remember getting overprotective over the girl and her telling me "You have guy friends, why can't i?" and she pointed at one of my guy friends in Sahel. After that my father called me and asked if i wanted to stay out a while longer and for my curfew to be out later and i said yes.

2.After a while my surroundings changed and i was at my grandfather's house.There was a party going on. People were going into my grandfather's house and there was a party apparently and then someone who people really liked arrived and everyone went to greet him but i didn't. Then everyone went inside from the gate. Some people were eating and some people were just hanging out. People were jumping in the pool and taking chairs with them and i was shouting at them and was telling them that the chairs would get ruined. After that i went into the pool and a guy was going to attack me and was going under water trying to see under my skirt. so i started screaming and another dude hit him and i ran out of the pool sobbing. Then i saw a guy i didn't really know and i said hi. After that i don't know what happened.

3.After that my surroundings changed and i was somewhere else.I vaguely remember someone singing and getting pie thrown at more money, the more pies that get thrown at her the more money she makes. I remember she had short hair. Also that she ended up making almost 49,000 dollars. Then i remember picking up pennies off the floor which had grass on it. Then i remember talking to a rich dude who was cheating on his wife. After that i remember talking to my ESS teacher about proof for CAS.

Then i woke up.

As I went to sleep tonight, I recited a mantra, "I will stabilize". I also firmly fixed in my mind that as soon as I began dreaming, I would know that I was dreaming.

This worked. I spent some time drifting, and then a dream began. I was lying in bed, and the lights were on. I looked to my left. There were 3 tiny, glowing playing cards floating in the space above my head. I thought, "Yes, I'm dreaming," and snatched the playing cards from where they were floating. It's hard to explain, but the cards were a cue for me - it was specifically seeing the cards that made me lucid. I don't remember what suites the cards were, only that they were 1/4 the size of normal playing cards, they were glowing, and they immediately induced lucidity.

I got out of bed, and my bedroom was very different and not at all like my real bedroom. The carpet was worn out, and an ugly shade of tannish orangy brown. My "dream room" carpet is always this ugly color, for some reason. The door was in the wrong place, and led to a hallway that doesn't exist, and there was no furniture besides my bed. The bed was a twin, but in real life, I have a full. I said, "Stabilize!". I went to the door and tried to visualize that as soon as I went through it, I would be in a rainforest. I tried very hard to convince myself of this.

When I went through the door, everything was dark. I saw shadowy forms that hinted that I was in another room. I got frustrated and lost lucidity.

I woke up, grumbled, and tried WILD. I got past the initial wave and felt as if I was sinking into my bed. I sat up out of my body. I tried to open my eyes, but it was very hard, and I felt like I was opening my physical eyes. I was really tired and had work in the morning, so I gave up on it and lapsed back into unawareness. I dreamed that my head had made a huge dent in my pillow, so now my pillow had 2 lumps of stuffing on either side and nothing in the middle. I tossed and turned (in the dream) and tried to make it comfortable somehow.

I dreamed I was shopping at a store. I've never been there in my waking life. There was a desk on a top shelf that I was interested in - it was $50, and I thought it would make a good room divider. But my cell phone was malfunctioning badly. The screen came off (how?) and then it got hot to touch and melted. I got some of the melted screen on my finger, and it burned me. I kept thinking about how frustrated I was that all of my money now had to go toward buying a new phone. I needed a smartphone, too, so it was going to be expensive.

I woke up. I tried some visualizations. I visualized a room full of dolls, where each doll represented a DC I knew. I visualized putting a doll on the floor and making it grow to full size. (I was not asleep at this time). I began drifting off, but the visualization didn't completely take hold, and I didn't become lucid. Instead, the room became the room of a woman with a group of really odd friends. My dream followed their antics, but I don't recall any specifics on what they were.

Review:
Dream clues:
- Playing cards (instant lucidity)
- My pillow doesn't have stuffing. It's a memory foam pillow.
- Unfamiliar store, without recalling how I got there
- Malfunctioning phone (malfunctioning electronics)
- Spectator perspective

Edit: Believe it or not... I actually figured out the playing cards while I was riding the train home. In my dream, they were glowing like they were lit up LEDs. On the train ride home, there's an installation where LED playing cards flash by the train windows. I tend to stare out the window at them because I'm bored and they're something to look at... which means I'm also staring at my reflection. So, since mirrors instantly make me lucid (for some reason), apparently my brain linked the playing cards with my reflection strongly enough that just looking at a card makes me lucid.

Heist dream! Only, my dream began after all the job is over, and we are in a van deciding how to split the money. There is also a device in the middle of the van that is stacking and pressing the money, and it is somehow very important that the money is in there. It looks like a glass tube with metal contraptions around it, and inside the tube is the money and a folded plastic hose thing that does the "pressing."

Conflict arises when we realize that we are still short $10,000 of money for the device. I somehow get assigned to fix the situation, but as I tinker with this contraption, I find that we are actually down more than the $10,000 that we initially thought. I'm not sure how I fixed the situation, but eventually I somehow got the number back to being only down $10,000; and somehow, being back to square one appeased everybody.

There is no proof of this anywhere in my dream, but there is this sense that this heist dream is related to my job (not being snarky).

10/23* indoor sports again. This time indoor soccer I scored a goal vs 2 other players but they said no it didn't go in I say but wait the ball won't even fit all the way inside the small goal and I demonstrated that it went in through the front of the goal just couldn't go all the way in because the goal was too small. Now if it came from the side hit the post or side netting then I would not have counted it.
Huge game bureau or cabinet I remember there was a ping pong drawer which probably has ping pong balls in it and to the right of that was a drawer with a change machine, a way to get change I assume for any games that require coin operation there were other drawers labeled as well. This bureau became my wife's grandmother's bureau of stuff. She's close to passing away in waking life. Inside there are stacks of 1 yen bills on one of the shelves and my wife says yes there's like ten thousand yen in there. The stacks look uncirculated and perhaps in sequential order . Supposedly they're from the 70's. I tell my wife that they're worth more than that probably. My wife tells her mother and my son who is sitting on a couch facing away from the Bureau says shhh, she will spend it all. I think hmm is my son worried about inheritance? My wife tells her mother and her mother points to a zip lock bag full of a couple of wads of euros. My wife says no
the yen's. I wake up.
Fragment: perhaps a false memory of a break in to the back area of a garage. The house is different, a ranch style home but the garage is on the left like IWL. I wake up lying in bed thinking about why some short term memories come through to our dreams? And how some dreams are influenced by that very day's events. I wonder if it could be like one theory holds that dreams are part of the filing away of memories process. Perhaps during the filing away of the memory it gets included in our dream. That day I was watching a news story about a neighborhood that was having a lot of burglaries but the culprits were caught on surveillance camera.
I guess this would be a fragment because I do not remember how the dream started but I have a sneaking suspicion that I was lucid or semi-lucid before becoming lucid at the end. A guy and myself are escaping from group of pursuers and he is leading the way we come into some kind of warehouse and he walks up to a wall and it becomes a device that looks kind of like an elevator he pushes a buttonthe door opens I look inside and there are golden grid lines in an otherwise black void I follow him inside the door closes behind us and I wonder if anyone else got through that was chasing us. I realize I am dreaming as I seem to be zooming through space or perhaps a wormhole at very high speed and then all the sudden I'm shaken and I am just sitting there in a void of black, the shake and perhaps also the starkness of the surrounding is probably what woke me up and I'm back in bed.

21.10.2013

I wont $15,000,000 at the slots. (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I went to a bar that had different slots machines. I felt like trying my luck with $1. As I pulled the bill out, it was $100... I was like no way... and looked into my wallet for a $1. All I found among other bills, was a $5, but it felt okay, wasn't much.

The slot machine would roll itself and give prices. I got a price where I won $18, I was happy due making a profit already. Then a bonus came up and I had to choose among a few icons. I chose the x-mas icon and I saw an iron ball going through different paths (like mouse trap game) and the ball fell off the path and I got a "You lost" message, and saw like a golden present shattering. I figured I lost a good bonus, oh well, was still winning.

After a few rolls, the slot machine went berserk, announcing I won $15,000,000 jackpot. I woke up from excitement.

In one of my dreams I was a woman of Polish origin but not myself, living in Russia. A man who was an authority figure of sorts offended Polish honor when speaking to me, and I had to defend it by proclaiming how honorable Polish patriots were. I had the sense that he did that on purpose though because he wanted to hear my defense. Then I broke in somewhere and he caught me, and I had the choice of going to jail or working for him and his people as a thief. As my first assignment I had to steal a loaf of bread and a box of blueberries. I was then paid six crumbs of bread and two blueberries. When I objected, he pointed out to me how hungry the other people in the room looked, and I stopped objecting.

A boy, not my son but close to my older son in age, was organizing a book sale in front of his house with his mom, and I was helping with the book sale. The boy had made a huge sign, saying "Dirty Books." When I saw it I laughed. He asked why I laughed, I explained that this word had another meaning from what he meant. When he asked what the meaning was though, I gave him some sort of nonresponse. Later at the book sale, a man came to look for our "dirty books", when he found out that the sign was a kid's mistake though, he took it with good humor, and even decided to buy a Nero Wolf mystery book (note: even Nero Wolf mysteries I would not expect at an elementary school aged kid's book sale, but in the dream that did not bother me). I said that today will perhaps mark an unexpected revival of popularity of Nero Wolf books.

In this dream my husband told me that our bank accounts were going to expire in half an hour, and that we could not make it there on time. He seemed optimistic though that all it would take would be some paperwork the next day. Meanwhile I worried that all our savings were gone. I arrived at the bank, but there were different doors with confusing labels that had nothing to do with money. So I left and called my husband and said that I had failed to go to the bank, and could he go revive our accounts. I do vaguely remember though that then we were at the bank meeting together. At first it looked like my fear was going to prove correct that we had lost all out money, but then I pointed out to the bank that our home's mortgage was with their bank, and if we don't have any money, we cannot make our mortgage payments, and then they seemed more interest in reviving our accounts.

(This is from September 8.)

I was with a tourist group and we were all at the mall. The group leader was the angry dad from Family Matters (I think his name was Carl?). I suddenly had a craving for soda but the closest machine near us didn't have the kind I wanted, so I secretly separated from the group to find another machine. I wandered into the food court and saw a bar right in the center of the court with a bartender standing there. Then I realized that the bartender was a friend of Cory's, and he looked kind of like Sock from Reaper, but I wasn't sure if he remembered me or not, so I walked by to see if he'd wave at me. It turned out that he did, and he said hello and waved me over so I sat at the bar and talked to him. A little later, Cory came over to see him and I was worried because I knew I was supposed to be with the tourist group and I was certain that Cory would get annoyed at me abandoning them for soda. Instead, he didn't get angry, and we all sat down and chatted. I think somebody else joined us as well.

I accidentally dropped my TV remote off the balcony of my apartment, ten floors up. It landed in the snow among some trees, but the remote was white so it blended in and I was unable to see where it landed. I remember the snow being very vivid, and everywhere. For some reason, I was deathly afraid someone would steal my remote and I ran down there immediately to find it, but I kept getting sidetracked by people standing on the street corner talking to me about their day and stuff. After I broke free from the conversations, I looked around for my remote but I couldn't find it anywhere.

On a beautiful spring day in a public park, I was sitting outside on the grass with a bunch of other people. I think it was some kind of outdoor seminar, because there was a man standing up in front of us talking about different kinds of puzzles and the history of them. We all listened attentively and took notes. He told us a riddle about a man and some trials he went through, and I knew the answer to the riddle, but he kept asking other people if they knew what the answer was and none of them knew it. I was getting annoyed that he refused to call on me. Then he asked two nuns who were sitting next to me. The nuns stood up in front of everyone and started talking in these demonic voices about how the answer was Satan, and how the answer is ALWAYS Satan, and the guy holding the seminar tried to get them to sit down but they kept going on and on. It turned out that they were actually demons posing as nuns. They eventually sat down and the man gave us all scratch lottery tickets. I scratched mine off and saw that I'd won 87 million dollars, but I didn't act excited nor did I freak out, I somehow knew that would happen. I gave everyone in the group a million dollars each, even the satanic nuns, and then went on my way.

1. Rane throwing longer than usual and burgundy-colored packets of taco sauce at me. We were in a car? A girl from outside was throwing me some (maybe the right kind? I like Mild orange packets).

2. I’m looking at a collection of coins. There were Supernatural ones with Dean, Sam and Castiel on them. One coin was worth ‘122’. I wondered what guys thought of these coins.

3. False awakening where I go downstairs and see mom on the couch. I’m confused about what time it is and look at the clock, which says something like 10:59. I realize that it’s still nighttime and go back to bed.

4.
~Outside, a woman with short, cropped brown hair is between two arguing men. A third one comes along and pulls her off, and puts her in the trunk of a car. The first guy muses that she was ‘asked, not told’ to leave with him (so maybe it was willingly). I think maybe the kidnapper was her husband? A nearby woman hears her and sneaks in the back. She had shoulder-length wavy brown hair. She talks quietly to someone on a phone(?) about what’s happening, almost in an I’m-a-cop way.

~In a hospital, a woman with dark hair in a ponytail is talking to the lady from the trunk.

~The name ‘Jim’ on a cart and something about two dogs. An African-American nurse lies about knowing him. She had marked on his chart ‘-50’. (I feel like he must have been the kidnapper,)

~A song plays in my head like in a medical show drama. I recall the lyrics ‘you’re not something dying’. It sounded like the band ‘The Fray’. Actually the way the lyrics were sung reminds me of Our Lady Peace’s lyrics from the title ‘I’m Not Made of Steel’,

Notes: Ugh my dreams were so confusing last night, and I know I woke up multiple times. I think I need to focus on getting proper sleep for a bit instead of waking up during the night to type up dreams. Also, I can’t remember if I had an FA before, but wow, that was weird. It wasn’t very vivid though.

Hypnagogia: A man's voice laughing, deeply unpleasant.

A man and a woman in what looks like an interrogation room, although he is technically free to go at any time, and the organization this woman belongs to isn't exactly law enforcement. There's a woman, not human, something else, something dangerous, who's coming for this man - she's not a danger to him, but she is to everyone else - and the people here need to know his story before she gets there. He says to the human woman in the room with him, "And the bounty? P.Big's?" P.Big being the name of the larger of the two bounties he'd recently turned in - these people had confiscated his reward money, along with the rest of his belongings. That's the main reason he's still here. She says, "You can have it back. In exchange for the war story."

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

A man waiting for a tow truck finally hears a vehicle pull up outside, goes to the window to look. There's a woman in a firefighter's uniform entering the house through the back door, without him noticing, and she watches as the man is killed by a wire around his throat. The two men who killed him pick up his body, standing right next to her but not looking at her or acknowledging her in any way.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

There's a boy with an older woman - possibly his grandmother, though relatively young for it, someone who doesn't live with him but who stopped by today - he's crouching in a corner with a weapon, listening to what he believes is someone with a gun in his home. He's eager to face them. Footsteps approach the door, the door opens - it's the gardener/maid, and she's carrying a leaf blower, not a rifle. She makes the usual small talk and walks on. His grandmother says to him that she is not going to ask what he was thinking, she is not going to dignify this by discussing it, but she wants him to think about what just happened.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

Last dream was just fragments, but had similar themes from the earlier dreams: something about a boy, an older woman who knows better than him, and a war.

I was in some sort of a bookstore. I was reading a book. It's inside a Catholic school (DBTI?). The lady cashier (librarian) asked if I have a book like it, and clarified if it's mine. Not, it's not. I returned it, and she said it's overdue. I have to pay 21 pesos. I imagined it was already two weeks since I borrowed it, and I thought I was renewing it all this time. I gave her money, but she said, 'Only four [pesos]?' I took more money out of my pocket, and counted two 5 pesos and two 10 pesos, and decided it's a total of 21 pesos.

I looked around for more books, and found a lot of colorful, hard-bound books, but decided not to borrow.

I was watching a story before my eyes. An alien. I transformed into a creature. I howled.

I was in a house. B showed up and we did something like a one-arm embrace or pat, then he went somewhere in the house. R was writing and signing something on the table. He said something about ignoring B. I wondered how can I do that if we're in his house.

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[B]Sunday, August 18th 2013: "Class"[/B]

I'm sitting in a classroom with many people, and it has something to do with cooking. The teacher is a younger female with shorter dark hair. We are sitting on the floor and have formed a circle. The spoken language is english. Next to me to the right is a friend I haven't seen in many many years. He lives in a different country. Now everyone gets an assignment to introduce themselves to the class and the teacher. My friend is very nervous. After I introduce myself, I look to my right, and my friend is gone. I get the feeling that he will do something bad.

[B]Sunday, August 18th 2013: "Finances"[/B]

It is nighttime. I am in my yard sitting with a collague of mine, and he asks me if I can lend him some money. It seems that he wants only 50 euros, but I give him 100, and he looks very happy. A few minutes later I am talking to his son about something.

[COLOR="#B22222"][U]Note:[/U] I recalled 5 dreams, but only wrote down 2.[/COLOR]

Bounty hunters, or at least people who do odd jobs including bounty hunting. A member of my team, Regina, comes back to the motel we're staying at to tell us she's got a job at a local bar, which solves our immediate money problem. She's been trying to talk us out of hunting down that bounty we've been focused on. There's another woman who left the team over this bounty, she wouldn't talk about it but it seems like she had some personal connection that none of us had known about until she left.

Scene changes, that woman's come back, taken care of whatever business she needed to take care of. She's a beautiful, melancholy woman, and as we drive out of the city she's reflecting on all her memories, 'some bad, some good, but all worth having': her and her orphaned brother, the threat of war, their childhood determination to end war; a white Cadillac with fins, and the driver, a man who'd just struck it rich, tossing money into the air.

A few fragments: a thief who became a Buddha, and how that story's changed over time. Lucifer going through a Bible and scribbling out words here and there.

3rd person. A wealthy household full of various factions is gathered by a very old tree to discuss their leader's potential divorce, and how they can use it to their advantage. But I wind up focusing on a group that's ignoring the family politics and telling a story about this old tree, something like a fairy tale or a ghost story. Two children were transformed by the ashes of a witch's bones. One transformed into the image of the witch herself, the other transformed into something monstrous and deformed, vaguely donkey-like, and this allowed them to 'walk in strange places.' On certain nights a parade of witches (both men and women) passes by this tree, and disguised with the witch's ashes, those children joined the parade.

1st person. For political reasons, something to do with an organized crime group, I was briefly married to Julia, an extremely influential businesswoman and vampire. Now I've just about gotten things with that crime group settled and there's no real reason for us to keep up the sham marriage, and I'm surprised how conflicted I am about that. I'd gotten used to life as her husband far too easily. I'm thinking about how up until now I've been dealing with a 'tame' vampire, not the real deal. I'm looking over my shares in her businesses and thinking about selling. It'd be enough for me to live on for the rest of my life, if I do leave.