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Date: 05 Jan

Noisy neighbors and dehydration = wbtb

I drift in and out of sleep. There's a short non-ld where I observe and discuss a huge dog, two other large dogs and their owners. We take pictures.

DILD: This one started right after the non-ld as separate dream. I was looking forward to an ld after the neighbor induced wbtb.

I begin to feel the surroundings and hear a gentle tune as if coming from a toy or a music box. I am aware. This time things happen much slower and I notice that indeed, it was dark around me and then suddenly I open my eyes and see. The room is bright and vivid and dream-like liquid. This is supposed to be our kitchen. I'm happy I noticed the opening of the eyes. In this official dream entry/realization moment the melody makes a concluding sound, it then starts again. I find one of those kid toys that produce similar effects and make it play. I still hear the gentle tune plus there is a second layer of slower modern music (like a techno beat) in the background. I enjoy this for a while, having the feeling that I left the tablet on and the music is seeping in the dream.

For my disappointment, I ascertain that there is no one here and I wanted to do the resolution task again. I approach the window and see that the neighbor's place is just below, there is a bed and his entire room is accessible. Without hesitating, I get down and end up in his bed, but then have second thoughts. Things look kind of real, what if this is rl and I am trespassing? I decide to do a nose plug, it fails, but I notice the feeling is somewhat different from rl. I'm kind of annoyed and can't remember any other RCs to confirm. Finally, I conclude that I probably wouldn't be that crazy to do this normally and resume my activities.

My hope was to find the neighbor in his room, but there's no one there so I go around. It's a huge apartment complex in an unknown place. I pass by the windows of a closed store, some really nice sweaters inside and I almost lose lucidity thinking about the brand and design. I continue on my way to see another store, also closed. It's dark on the streets, like the city in early morning with no people in sight, apart for a guy that goes in the direction where I came from. I think he is another neighbor and then the realization hits me that I can ask him. I go back and follow him to his place. He soon comes down being a completely different DC (tribal dots on his face) with two other DCs accompanying him. He claims they are neighbors. I also introduce myself as a his neighbor and ask him about his NY resolutions. He replies he doesn't have time now, because he just met the other neighbors and it's one per weekend thing.

I insist on getting my answer, "don't worry I am not going to bother you, just tell me what your New Year's resolution is". He starts talking but I can't catch the words, the sound is muffled. He mentions something about a woman and then after repeated questioning from my side finally replies "I want to be someone they always remember, always want to know". Oh, that is beautiful, I exclaim and repeat his sentence a few more times to commit to memory. Two other DCs come in. I try to remember my other tasks but before I do, the dream fades.

Legend: Non-Lucid , Semi-Lucid , Lucid

The Neighbor's Wife:
I found myself at the doorstep of my neighbor's house. I didn't know who lived here, maybe my parents know. Either way, i knock on the door and the wife of the couple who lives here answers. I ask her if she has a Flash drive. She says something about how i haven't returned the previous item she gave to me. We then somehow start a trading service, i get to know her better, and before i know it, I'm in a relationship with her. The next thing i remember, me and a group of men are inside some mansion in the bathroom. A guy brings in a woman, she's tied up and doesn't have any clothes on. The men start taking turns having sex with her, and of course, since I'm young and horny, i get a little excited and manage to gain some awareness, however, as I'm about to do it, the dream fades. I try to stabilize the dream but it's no use, i wake up.

Christmas Party:
I'm hosting a christmas party for a bunch of people i know. However, for some reason or another, i tell everyone i won't be there because i'm busy. The day of the party comes and oddly enough, I'm there. I walk outside, it's night, and i can see incredibly far away, the people and area around me are detailed fantastically and the night looks so beautiful.

I'm in my garage and I can see my Brother and my Dad on a scaffold. Brother asks me to make him some mixture out of water and flower. I see a scene of 3 balls of dough.

I'm in my house searching for items and I have a hard time getting things sorted. I look down and realize my pants are down to my ankles. I walk passed my Dad with my pants down, and it feels somewhat normal for me to be doing this.

I'm in my TV room and I'm mixing up ingredients in a big bowl. I look over to the rumpus room and see Dad and brother working. I look into the bowl and notice I'm mixing peanut butter with water, which is making me a bit confused. I hear a knock on the back door, so I go and see who it is. It's my neighbor, so I let him inside. He walks over to the couch and starts fixing up all the cushions. I tell him that it must get annoying seeing the couch like that on a regular basis. I notice Dad hasn't acknowledged the neighbor at all. Neighbor finishes making the couch and now lifts up his leg and farts. We hardly know the guy and he seems to be very comfortable around us.

Total sleep time: 7 hrs

WBTB: 1/2 cup matcha tea, almost out of it

Fragment1: A former classmate and something strange about his shoes

Natural wake, decide to use it as WBTB, drink some tea, total duration (7mins), was nicely tired and almost falling asleep but then it became too noisy outside, and also got a text message, so inappropriate for Saturday morning...insomnia for like an hour followed.

Dream2: In a familiar town, I am on the tram, the door is open, and I see an unpleasant ex-neighbor. She is running after the tram, trying to get on it, she also holds a cup of coffee. I try to help her, taking the coffee so she runs easier, but it spills. She gets angry and spills the rest of the coffee on me, decides not to get on the tram. There is another tram in front of us, facing the opposite direction. I look back inside, and examine myself, I wonder if I should change my clothes, but decide against it. People around are looking at me but with understanding, I was trying to help after all.

Dream3: I am in my room, I have something like a small terrarium with mice inside. It also had a lid, and the lid is gone now, a few mini mice jump out of there. I try to catch them and eventually succeed. I am slightly worried about catching a disease from the mice, so decide to wash them first, then put them back in this thing. It changes to a real terrarium and the mice are now guinea pigs. I think about feeding them, what do they eat, do I need to clean anything after them, ect. I look at a desk which on the wrong place, and see something like a bigger guinea pig, a bit more like a grey rabbit now. It seems that have escaped once again...I also notice a grey stuffed elephant and wonder where it came from, I come up with some fake memory that it is from my bf.

Fragment4: A very realistic FA, I am in our corridor, I hear the sound of running water, go to the bathroom and see the water is on. I become very concerned that I have forgotten it, water running all night long. ( This felt so real, and I was so sleepy, I am slightly questioning whether this happened irl, but most likely not because I didn't hear it during WBTB, crazy!)

Fragment5&6: FAx2, I wake up in the dream, go the restroom to pee. Looking a slightly different but very realistic each time, I wake up in my real bed. Then again. (Note for competition, while this is the whole dream, because it is short, I put it as fragment)

Comment: That was a bit strange, but also cool, I don't get many FAs. The tea is to blame, my bladder really was full.

Fragment7: The principal is cleaning up some of his things. I also participate, I see an old barbecue part that I want to throw away and some jars full of pickles, and one with minced meat that looked terrible.

Fragment8: My grandma is wearing a strange outfit, trying to gather things from trees. She tells me that my aunt wants to come by and sunbathe with us. I had other plans, but whatever.

Fragment9: A friend of mine and me are discussing clothes, he proposes that I go to a certain store, I have already been there, found nothing of interest.

Fragment10: I am finishing a cup of chocolate and look at the bottom. There is a chunk of cookie dough there, I wonder for a bit about it.

Goal for the rest of the day: I must DO ten RCs today, plus ADA (at least!)

In this dream unlike in real life I had a cat, and so did my neighbor (not a real neighbor). He and I were talking across the hedge (don't have a hedge in real life), and he was telling me how when I am at work, my cat likes to hang out with him and his cat. It was not explained why he is not working and has time to hang out with cats all day, despite the fact that he was middle aged and quite healthy and well off looking.

Even though cats are a dream sign lately, I did not get lucid.

Self-hypnosis works again, and these were dreams a few days ago.

29.04.2013

My Neighbor Has No Manners (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside of my apartment, and the dream scene is so realistic that I assume that it was reality. I didn't want to question anything, I just knew I had to be dreaming either way. It was fairly obvious, the setting was different, it was bright as day outside, and it was a little windy as well.

I'm only wearing my tighty whities just like in waking life now, and I feel perfectly normal. The dream is fairly linear, and I proceed to get out of my bedroom and starting to walk through the small hall in my dream apartment. It was about the same width as the actual one, I noticed some furniture and such were oddly placed, but I didn't care too much about them.

What bothered me is that I noticed something weird about the window in front of me. I noticed that there was someone outside, and they're bracing against the wall near my apartment outside as well. I come a bit closer to to see who it was, and it was this odd-looking fellow. I raise up the red curtains, which were definitely not related to the blue curtains I have in my actual apartment, and I noticed that the window is opened.

To my surprise, as I'm slowly raising up the curtain, the odd-looking neighbor said, "Thanks." I realized he was reading a book, and I saw he glanced up at me quickly and immediately turned his head to go back to reading. I didn't know how to recieve this kind of response, since it was obvious that no one should be bracing against the interior of my apartment, and because of this conflict of reasoning on what to do next, I decided to continue to trying to get the curtains up in a position.

For some reason, I believe my conflicted reasoning also wanted me to move the curtains so the neighbor could brace properly outside and be able to rest his left arm on the opened window. The window was a bit longer than usual, and in order to open it, there was the generic lock that you had to twist outward into your direction to open up, and I believe this isn't the case for my actual apartment.

The thought on whether or not he potentially stole items in my apartment didn't come to me whatsoever, since he had a calm and relaxing demeanor throughout most of this dream. I have an awkward time moving the curtains and trying not to get them to touch my presumed neighbor again. I would lift them in the general direction from down and straight up, then I would go from down to diagonally placing it to the left and other angles as well.

I realized I needed some kind of pin or object in order to keep the curtain in place. The neighbor had to move his arm frequently each time I put the curtain down, and I still didn't know what I was going to say to him, since he has yet to make any kind of concerning behavior and/or action. I quickly look around this limited area in my apartment, and I noticed there's a pink-clip that was somehow a pin as well.

I don't know how the logic with that worked, but I picked up, and I slowly inserted it inside a part of the curtain. I didn't question that a clip suddenly served as a pin, and I finally managed to get a huge chunk of the part of the curtain that I folded up so it would make a curve like this " J ".

Then I realized I needed an actual pin to keep things in place, however, with dream logic, that wasn't needed since the vanilla colored walls and the weird looking object I used as a clamp suddenly was able to stick together. After this fiasco, I start shifting my thoughts back to this neighbor randomly bracing against the inside of my apartment.

His visage looks awfully familiar to one of my actual neighbors, except he doesn't have as long of a hair than him. It's more of a bow-shaped head with out of wack curls on the ends. He's wearing glasses, thin framed, and his face is partially filled with acne, and he has the "Pedro" stereotypical mustache on him as well.

It seems he was half-naked with just dark brown jean shorts, and he immediately enters my apartment. While I'm busy preparing for a "Wtf do you think you're doing" on this guy, suddenly my kitchen is closer to the both of us. He turns his back on me, and goes opens the fridge to see what's inside. I noticed that there were mostly transparent bowls with food inside with red tops concealing them as well.

The light inside of the fridge was the generic yellow bulb light, and then I immediately close it, slowly warning this guy that he's not suppose to be in this apartment. Then he takes a spit on the floor, and I'm wondering what the fucking hell is wrong with this dipshit, and that's when I started to break.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!"

He looks at me weirdly, slightly affected with a tinge of fear, and decides to do one more random action of trying to get something on top of the fridge or whatever the hell it was, couldn't remember to great detail. He wanted to take the dime that was placed on top, and I grabbed his wrist and gave him a "NO" facial expression. I take the dime away from him, and I directed him to get out through the window, and I believe I stated,

"AND STAY OUT YOU JERK!"

or something to that nature without trying to use curse words. He apparently lived to the right of me, which was kind of awkward, since now I know he's bloody one door to the right of me, and it only makes me worried what he would do next time. I started to question how he got the window to be opened in the first place, since I don't even open my window in my actual apartment in real life simply because it's awkward to have it opened and let people see what I'm doing.

After that petty drama was over, I decided to clean up the area where he spat. I get some paper towels, and I maneuver them in a circular motion and then threw it into the trash can that didn't have a lid on it. It seems that I had the intention to move my stuff in a U-Haul truck, seeing as I had some small furniture and bags I felt that were mine outside of my apartment. I made sure that I kept a good awareness of my environments, and also an eye in case that neighbor wants to randomly come into my apartment again.

I didn't pay attention anything beyond the U-Haul truck in my apartment, but with peripheral vision, I could tell my subconscious did a fair job to make it seem like it was a replication of waking life's setting. I had some random brown bag that seems to resemble the one that a Pan-Asia Restaurant I go to from time to time uses for To-Go orders.

I noticed this was like a mini-trash bag, seeing how there were paper plates that had random residues of food, and there was also a concerning amount of wasted rice in this bag as well. After realizing it was just another way to trash some things, I noticed something very shiny inside, and it ended up being my Zune HD. At first, I didn't want to believe I would trash it, but then I turn back again and picked it up and it seems I really did.

I had to wipe off the food sauce and residue from it, and then I slowly walked back to my apartment while examining the Zune HD to make sure that it was working. I ended up not paying attention to it and just put it somewhere in invisible land, because I sure don't remember not having it anywhere near my tighty whities. For the rest of the dream, I continued to beleive that this was slightly realistic, the whole event with the neighbor and such, and I felt that I had to post this on Dream Views because that guy was in a really odd position.

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29.04.2013

I Killed One Million People (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This is one of those dreams where you shouldn't have been lucid in any moment whatsoever. It was so awkward, it's like I was suddenly a mass murder terrorist, and I can't believe how I had this tinge of fear rather than a full-blown anxiety trip. It was also one of those dreams where if I didn't know I was dreaming, I would be really stupid.


So I'm hiding inside some random room in a building, and I have a device that allows me to hear the conversations of soldiers trying to find me.

"He's in in the....*so and so and so*"

I only have a silver gun on my right hand I believe, and I'm really wondering what's going on here.

"He's killed a million lives..." or something like that.

I started getting scared on what I could possibly do that could kill that many people, and I started to feel that this was a reality, and that I really fucked up this time. I rub my head a bit and....


I decided to open the door slightly to see if there's any soldiers around. I go about running randomly, always keeping an increased awareness of my surroundings, and twitching at any sign of movement or any kind of shadows that would show up. The environment I'm in is hard to describe what kind of building it was.

The carpet was red, and there ways a vanilla tile floor maybe 30 feet away from me, and the overall lighting atmosphere was a milky yellow. The walls were hard to distinguish, most likely a range of brown and orange-red colors, fairly flat colors, nothing too abstract. Feelings started to rush inside me as I hear the foot steps of soldiers coming in.


They're finally here, and they aim their machine guns at me, but then things start getting weird. Time slows time a bit, and I start shooting all of them in the head, dropping like flies.

Then there's this annoying old man trying to shoot me, kind of like the type of AI you expect from a video game when you're playing on "Easy Mode," and you're ducking for cover, but the enemy comes out at random times, so you can't even get a proper aim at them. He couldn't shoot me, and I couldn't shoot him, so I decided to just dash and go somewhere else.

I can't remember much after that, and I prefer not to, since I doubt there was a happy ending.

I was in a second house of ours. I got in bed.
There was nice art around the house.

Dream Skip

In bed, a skateboard gang was skating outside. The sliding glass window was open. They came closer, so I had to say something, but I was afraid because they could gain entry.

I said hello, and I used to skate, but they can't come in. One guy came down and walked in my room. I pretended to get a gun, then remembered my dad's old knife. I got it for real, went up to him and stabbed him.

Dream Skip

Now I'm in my Dad's old house. I realize that I shouldn't be here because the house was actually sold, and I realize I'm dreaming. I can't leave fast enough. Remembering a discussion I had with CanisLucidius, I jump and phase through the door with ease.

I decide to go to a neighbor's and make it with her. I fly down the lawn and there are flowers in a garden on the left and right. I take them all in. What a beautiful path to the neighbor's! It was two large beds of Asiatic lilies.

I don't want to lose lucidity, so I say, "I am lucid" as I fly. I get to the neighbor's door, and with haste, I phase right through. I fly to where I know the bedroom door is. I have my father's knife. I lay it on the bed. I see everything so clearly. Her underwear, others in bed...no problem. I do what I want from the back. It isn't quite right so I pull her blue and white underwear to the side and continue.

The guy wakes up. I don't want this to ruin anything. He suspects something and moves closer. I back-hand him in the face and he stays on that side of the bed. The chick says, "Well that was something!"

I flip her over and try to put it in. She puts her fingers in to get it ready. I don't want to lose lucidity so I go ahead and put it in and start to make it with her. I see her so plainly. I touch her while I'm doing her, enjoying the way her skin feels.

I woke up.

I don't know if SSILD worked, but that is the technique I used. I used it after waking up to use the bathroom, so it was the right time also. I then thought about what I wanted to dream about. I don't know if it was the technique or not, but it certainly worked out exactly how I wanted and better. This was the best, most controlled, most vivid, longest lucid I've possibly ever had.

BTB now. Good night.

This dream had a lot of detail but I edited some out for taste (disturbing) and I wasn't lucid anyway.

Weird how every time I dream of my old house now the house is broken in some way.

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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]I am back at the house I used to live in, and like so manyof my recent dreams the house is in need of serious repair. Parts of the houseare missing or crumbling in decay. The neighbor’s house, like mine, needsrepair and is missing a whole room though it is expected be remodeled soon. I head over to their house and sit in theliving room to watch some TV with my kids and their family. For some reason I have a plastic bag filledwith sand that I’m taking care of. I have no idea why I would walk around witha bag of sand.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I head out and I’m in the street watching the road forsomeone to arrive. Instead of who I’m expecting the neighbor’s wife shows upand starts coming on to me, trying to sit on my lap. Ultimately I push her offand head back to her house to retrieve my bag of sand.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Inside the scene changes and I’m watching TV in a differentroom than before. A black rap group shows up and I put on a song we used toplay a lot. Suddenly we are all singing along and having a great time. I’mthankful the rappers remember me and appreciate my enthusiasm for their music.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Note that this dream contains incerdibly little lucidity and I wasn´t really lucid enough to know that i were.

I was going to walk over to a neighbors house in the middle of the night so it was very dark and the lights were out on the sides of the walk way.
Suddenly it struck me how scary it would be if one of the monsters from the Amnesia game appeared here and saw me!
Since I´m in my head of course one does and here I was lucid for a few seconds before being distracted by the fact that some kind of human abomination wanted to kill me.
Luckily though the basic mechanics of the actual game worked so when it came close I just looked the other way and he walked off.
At my neighbors door he actually spotted me somehow and chased me around in their front yard and I managed to dodge him long enough to get indside.
Then all of a sudden I´m in school and there´s a test in some subject that I don´t have to do and I´m like: "Yes!".

After that I either woke up or just don´t remember anything more.
The Amnesia game part of the dream might have occurred because I had recently discussed it.

The following dream is rated DV-MA. It contains strong sexual content, and is intended for mature readers only.


[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri][SPOILER="The Stucco Tee-Pee"] I begin in my former home, the one I lived in until I was19. It’s a school day and several high school friends are over, hanging out andmaking noise, prior to school time. Outside, I can see lots of traffic, peopleand cars, and it seems like the school is right next door, similar to mycurrent house in real life. The time approaches for everyone to leave, and Ifind I am eager for them all to go so I can have some alone time. I don’t wantto go to school today, and on the spot I decided not to.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My “friends” all filed out of my house, talking andlaughing, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. Thank God, I thought, asthe last one left the house.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The windows outside were unlike any I have ever had in ahome. There were horizontal bars across the windows, though it seemed like theymight be a couple feet from the house itself, some kind of art-deco design thatI wasn’t sure I liked. Below the windows on the outside were xeriscaped cactusgardens and ground covered with white stone.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I thought that I might enjoy hanging out at home naked, andthe thought was pleasant, but all the windows in the house were open and un-shaded.Cars were still going by outside related to the school traffic and I didn’twant anyone to see me just hanging out in the nude, so I figured I would wait.To make the time more stressful I felt as though someone were still in thehouse, possibly my mom, the last person I wanted to see me wandering around thehouse nude.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I walked towards the east side of the house, still indoors,and then walked to a side window. I could see the front yard towards the street,and immediately I became concerned. There was a space of land between my houseand the neighbor’s house, land that wasn’t fully used or developed. Towards thefront of the land three fir trees had been erected, each about 15 feet inheight, along with a sign which I presumed denoted the formation of some kindof parkland. I became angry, bothered that the city and the neighborhood dogwalkers had somehow managed to create a dog park between our two houses, anunwelcome use for this tiny piece of land. It would mean strange people walkingright outside my house at all hours leaving little piles behind to indicatetheir recent visit. Ugh, I shook.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I made my way a little farther towards the rear of the houseand somehow managed to exit to the outdoors, though there is not a door on thatside of the house. I strolled towards the front of the unused strip of land,hoping to get a little more detail on what was going on. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]A noise caught my attention and I looked back to my house, lookingup to where I had heard the noise. The house was now grey, very long, and threestories tall. At the very back of the home was a high lookout, or upper deck,perched on the back of the house and covered by a roof. A set of stairs ledbetween this outlook and a rear entrance to the home on the third floor, and itwas here that I spied one of my close friends. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“What are you doing?” she asked.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Nothing, “I said. “I’m just looking around and gettingready to take a pee.”[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]To this she did not reply, and I tugged at the zipper on mypants. I abandoned any desires that may lie towards the front of the house andinstead walked along the strip between my house and my neighbor’s home. I haddecided to use his outdoor bathroom, and it was close in front of me.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My neighbor has constructed a very elaborate outdoorbathroom. Picture a wide and tall stucco tee-pee, almost the color of curryspice, open on one whole side. The opening faced the back of the house, a clearview into the windows of the home’s dining room. At the back of the tee-pee isa large, raised structure, like a cartoon volcanic crater, except the sides arewide and smooth, and also made of stucco. This is the toilet, a wide perch tosit on while doing one’s business. The view from this ‘pot’ is expansive, andalmost feels like it is designed to be the center of attention. Around thewalls of the tee-pee a low bench is constructed which blends into the stuccowalls. Everything about this “toilet” seems designed for people to come andwatch whoever is using it.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Indeed I can see the silhouette of my neighbor inside hishouse. At first I’m not sure it’s him but then I see him moving about and it’seasy to tell the shape is that of a masculine head. He is seated at his diningtable, and doesn’t seem bothered that I am using his toilet. In the dream it wasapparently a normal occurrence for me to use his toilet.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I perch myself on the top of the (basin) and take down mypants. I am suddenly male in this dream, and I pull out my penis, which seems alittle larger than normal. I wonder to myself if I could reach it and I find Ican indeed, placing the tip between my lips and licking my own member. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“Hey, check out what I can do!” I shout to some unknownfriend passing by. “Hey.” He just ignores me, either not interested in what Ican do or too polite to look. I shrug it off as they disappear from sight, notdisturbed in the least.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Realizing my ability to control elements in my dream I makemy penis bigger, longer, allowing me to enjoy more of it in my mouth. I cantake in a large portion of the length now, and the sensations are likewisestronger. My results are satisfying.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up and see that a dinner party is going on in myneighbor’s house, and a woman is setting the table. Her dress is black withwhite polka-dots and her hair reminds me of an early 60’s housewife, short andblack with some nice curls and waves to it. The windows which previouslyallowed me to see in have been replaced by double-doors, which are open, andthis is how I am able to see her so well.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Should I stop? I thought to myself. No, they don’t mind, andI’m enjoying this. I want to go all the way. [/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I have two hands on my shaft as I continue to suck myself,the thickness and fullness feeling good to my hands. Additionally I am able toenjoy the sensations I experience through my penis, and my arousal couldn’t be muchhigher.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I look up and again I see more people, guests of the dinnerparty, and I think they are aware of my presence because they move to close thedouble-doors, an attempt to prevent the children in attendance from seeing myactions. The doors close, and I am left alone to enjoy my pleasures.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I continue mouth-stroking my penis, and the sensations arebeginning to build. I really want to have this orgasm, and though I’m notalways super keen on taking a load I find that this time I want to feel it inmy mouth. I want the taste, the feeling of shooting into my own mouth, thedouble-sensations I experience as a giver and receiver of extreme oralpleasure. I want it all.[/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I’m almost to the point of orgasm, and I can feel theswelling of my member as it gets ready to give up its seed. I nearly achievethe over-the-edge moment but it passes without release, and the tension easesup for a few seconds. I don’t want to lose this so I strengthen my efforts,tightening my grip and squeezing myself with my lips a bit tighter. I canimagine how it will happen, and I’m so ready for this experience. I am soclose, and again the feeling is building to near the point of true release![/FONT][/SIZE]

[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And I wake up. :([/FONT][/SIZE]
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Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was at my mom's house, which was in an apartment complex. A family living upstairs from my family was really noisy. It was really getting to the point where my family couldn't take it anymore.

We were all now down in an underground parking garage. The walls were really clean and white. The fluorescent light was kind of bright and really white.

Something had been done about the family upstairs. It was like the police had kicked them out.

Now we saw an old man from the family. He had grey-black hair and a big, grey-black mustache. His hair was really sloppily done. He had a pretty big belly, which his white polo shirt barely covered. He wasn't the father of the family. He was just a member of the family who should have moved out a long time ago.

He had come to ask my mom for some help. I told my mom to stay away from that guy. She had finally gotten free of him. Why would she let him back into her life? But my mom decided to help the guy.

The guy needed help on a test. When the police had kicked the man out of the house, they'd told him the only way he could come back was if he could pass a test with a lot of questions about American society and history. But the man couldn't understand most of the questions. So he was getting help from my mom.

Dream #2

I was in a bedroom. I'm pretty sure I was at someone else's, possibly my family's house. I was playing some kind of white Game Boy that had a clear purple case around it. Then I left the bedroom.

Before I'd left, I'd seen an upstairs neighbor, an old, black man with a really skinny bony face, pale skin and blonde-brown hair, peeking in the window at me, as if the bedroom were in a one-story house and not an apartment.

I came back to the bedroom. I realized that I'd left my Game Boy just sitting out on my bed, where it could be in plain view of the old man. I wanted to put it in a less visible place. But there was a girl standing in front of the door. She wouldn't let me in. She was a pretty, Latina girl in a colorful dress. I knew she was the old man's friend.

I pushed past the girl and went into the bedroom. The Game Boy was gone. Only the purple case was left. I walked into the living room, upset. The living room was like the one in my great-grandmother's old house.

Just as I walked into the living room, the old man walked in. He was grinning like he knew just what was going on. He was wearing some kind of suit, maybe beige or tan with a white or blue shirt. I yelled at him, "Where's my Game Boy?" But he just sat down in a chair and kept grinning, like I couldn't do anything to hurt him. I think I got really mad and shook him.

Dream #3

I got something in the mail that looked like a greeting card mixed with a letter-sized envelope. It opened on the long side, and it was supposed to be opened so that it flapped upward.

There was some printed information inside about how I'd been drafted into the Army. Below the printed information were two handwritten numbers, both long, and involving both letters and numbers. I think they each began with an A and a dash.

I hoped there was some way I could avoid being drafted. I thought, Well, I have a job already. Then I thought, No, I don't have a job. Well, I better get one quick.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was coming back to my apartment. I was in the second floor hallway areas, which was much bigger than IWL. The atmosphere was blue-grey. The floor seemed to be made out of tiny, square, white tiles. The wall had mailboxes set into it somewhere. I stood outside my door for a moment and then stood inside my apartment, just near the door, possibly even pressed against the door.

My apartment, I could feel, was pretty big. It had two or three bedrooms. And it was decorated really nice. There may have been a thick, beige rug with a green, hexagonal design on it over the couch. But I didn't see any of this directly, because I was still pressed to the door.

IWL, I have called the police on my neighbors on a number of occasions for banging and pounding violently on the floors all through the day and night whenever I'm home. Now, somehow, I heard that my neighbors were getting back at me for calling the police on them. They had called the police on me. They may have claimed that I was now the one making noise.

But they may also have claimed that I was guilty of a much worse crime, some kind of violent crime. I thought about it for a while. I wasn't certain that I actually hadn't committed this crime.

At some point a woman was coming up to my apartment to visit me. Then she may actually have been in my apartment. I don't think I ever saw her. I may only have imagined her being in my apartment. She was pretty. She had a gentle, but serious expression. As I continued pressing myself against my door I either spoke to the woman or imagined having a conversation with her.

Dream #2

I was walking down a concrete path on a sunny day. The path may have been between two lawns. But on either side of the path were chest-high, chain-link fences.

At some point another concrete path joined the one I was on from the left, at a right angle. Five girls were walking up that path. They were maybe 7 or 8 years old, but they may have been 10 or 11 years old.

They were all skinny, tanned deeply by a lot of time in the sun. They had brown hair. They wore orange bikinis with yellow stripe on the left breats. They were all wet, as if they'd just gotten out of the pool. Their wet hair, shoulder-length, was slicked back from their foreheads and kind of tangly.

Dream #3

I was in the middle of classroom, walking between the aisles and rows of seats. The class was full, and all the students had their heads down. They were either studying very hard or taking an exam. I think I was just wandering around, not quite sure I belonged to the class.

Dean Radin, the President (?) of the Institute for Noetic Sciences, was somewhere. I could see an image of him, as if it were stuck in the back of my head. He looked a bit too skinny, and he wore some kind of black baseball cap, like somebody from NASA or a SWAT team might wear.

Radin explained that people thought the universe was a certain age. He may have said 4.5, 8.3, or 83 billion years old. "But this isn't so," Radin explained. "Because each of us sees the universe and perceives the time of the universe through our own eyes. So if you add up the years of the universe perceived through the eyes of all those beings living in it, you get a much higher number."

Radin's argument didn't quite make sense to me. I was trying to figure out how it could be true. Radin then went on to explain how this phenomenon of multiple views of the universe actually made the universe infinite.

I had a vision of a lot of plastic, transparent cirlces, like bracelets or necklaces for little kids. The circles were all one piece, but they looked like they were made out of a number of spherical beads. The bracelets were one color. Some were yellow-green; others were orange.

I was now in "my bedroom," which had two beds in it. It was night, and my light was on. On my back wall, on the left side, near the ground, and just a little ways away from my bed, there was a huge hole. Inside the hole I saw a wooden wall which also appeared to have dirt in it. Apparently I lived in the basement. My upstairs neighbors had put this hole in my wall so things from underground could get into my room.

I suddenly had a mystical feeling, like this hole would somehow connect me with whatever it was Radin had been talking about.

catch the ghost

mon: i didn't sleep this day
tue: angry at myself. dreams were real vivid. a sign of recovery but i was too groggy to write 'em down and they vanished within ten minutes
wed: 2 lucids but no ghost

Spoiler for lucid dreams:

The clock in my room was all screwy. I tried walking around but I moved real slow and the lights were blinking rapidly. I wake up.

I re-enter the dream and I go into the kitchen and ask my girlfriend "help me catch a ghost". She says "They were in the yard but I caught them all". I go out anyways and see my neighbor and his daughter. I say "Let's have a drink." He accepts. I find a bottle under my porch and go into his house.

He takes me through a gym and into a changing room where sexual acts begin between him and his daughter. "I don't have time for this. I need to catch a ghost." More people enter and they all start taking off their clothes and I wake up. I did try looking for a ghost in the gym but nothing.

Original Date: Today!
Type: Ordinary - Non Lucid
Dream:
I was in my bedroom which had a table and a tv, not a bed and not like my real bedroom and there was a makeshift kitchen behind it where the wall would be. I was talking to Nick on a walkie talkie and I was startled by someone appearing in the doorway, it was my neighbor's girlfriend. I was shocked how she got in cuz my door is always locked. We sat and talked for a bit then my neighbor came over to get her. As they were leaving, he turned to hug me and said he would be back over later. (We've seen each other in passing, but never spoke a word to one another) I just said "uh huh, sure you will" while rubbing and patting his back, not understanding why he would say this when he had his girlfriend. They left and I locked my door. I went back to the room, was talking to Nick and suddenly after a time the neighbor was back in the house, he said he wanted spanish rice and pulled a bad from the cupboard in the makeshift kitchen, but it was dry lima beans with rice mixed in it. At some point, he was gone and there was a stranger girl in my living room in front of the door. That's when I noticed my door was broken, like my neighbor broke it when he or his girlfriend had left! It's hinges were off and there was rust on a broken piece at the bottom. I was very panicky about this while talking to Nick about it over the walkie. The neighbors I could see outside sitting on chairs playing with my dog while the stranger in my house was talking to me about stupid things my neighbors would do or talk about and how they'd act in the car. (I think she was a friend of theirs and at one point I actually saw her in the car with them while she was talking about it) (in real life I never see him with any friend) Then my dog was in the house, I was in the kitchen, and saw her squatting to take a crap on the floor, I started to go to stop her but then was just like fuck it and just kept talking. (My ex was in my kitchen, he used to be a cook, he took off his shoe to show me giant mushrooms that he cut and put in for padding. This was supposed to be my boyfriend Nick because of his arduous job, but turned into my ex.) Then the dog went to the living room and crapped more in front of tv. I went around to pick it up and throw it out and when I went into the living room there were people bringing in chairs and there were pieces of jewelry sitting on white pieces of cloth like for gifts or a display or party and I think it was being organized by my ex's mom, but I did not like this in my house.

Objective Context:
I heard my neighbor and girlfriend talking loudly when I first woke up at 430am (no doubt from them). Not wanting to go outside or back to work in 3 days. Feeling safe and content in my home.

Age of Dream Ego: 26

Associations to the Dream Settings:
Invasion of peace and privacy, feeling violated with loss of control. No control over my home, where I feel most safe.

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.