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I was at a party in Czech. Quite a few faces that I recognised. It was night and it was some kemp. People were smoking weed and drinking. I had some myself. Then I found myself paragliding... people were watching and the wind was really strong. It was pretty awesome.
Then I landed and had some more weed and food. There was food everywhere. We were all quite drunk, when suddenly a little gang came and was going to take their electronics, especially iPads. I had my phone and MacBook there too. I started shouting at those people and was going to fight with them. But my hands were really week and I couldn't punch them hard. My friends were the same, and they show me how weak their wrists were. I think they used some has on us. They took some iPads.
Then another group of 3 teenagers came, and I still had my computer and Lucas Zurcin's iPad that I was hiding behind me. I was ready to fight but still felt weak. Then I recognised one of them. It was young Danicek. I was yelling at him that if they take something I will come and kill him. They got scared and ran away. Lukas was pretty happy.

[Saturday, September 15th, 2012]
No dream recall- due to drinking, stoning, and overexhaustion after a night with Alex. :\

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(Taking a nap around 2:00PM)
(At this time, I'm extremely relaxed from listening to binaural beats, meditating, stretching... almost to the point of being in a trance. I decide I'm too tired to read anything else, so I close out of my book at page 106. I face the speakers playing the binaural beats towards the bed and lie down. Then realizing that binaural beats won't work unless coming from different ears, I turn them off and just lie there. I lie there for what seems like awhile and my consciousness starts slipping. I can feel that I'm falling asleep in waves- and my mind will run off on a thought tangent and I'll stop myself before I totally FADE. But these tangents started becoming more real... and more in-depth. Slowly, the thought tangents were becoming mini-dreams. In the middle of each mini-dream, just like each tangent before, I would catch myself from falling asleep completely... by now stopping and thinking, "THIS IS A DREAM!". The first dream I remember was the Baby Coyote dream... there were more before that that I had become lucid in too, but I don't recall them.)

Alex, Nathan, and I are driving down Saguaro Dr. in his Jeep. It's pretty dark outside, but the moonlight leaves a dim outline of the world for us to see. Approaching the turn in to my old home, we see something in the middle of the road. It's a baby coyote. I'm filled with love for this little creature, and I just want to get out and hold it and love on it. Even knowing the parents would probably still be around. After waiting too long, Nathan finally drives off, apparently less impressed than I was. The parent coyotes join the baby and start to walk up my driveway. We drive off a little ways and I say, "Go back! We can still go see them!" Nathan turns around and Alex points out that they are still around, just kind of waiting there. We turn around and head back to his house, Nathan uninterested, but wanting to drive by again for us. Suddenly I realize it's a dream and wake up.

(I wake up with my eyes closed and fade back into another pretty fast.)
<dream recall starts>
I'm with Nathan, and it's around 3-4PM, the sun is shining and we're both in his Jeep driving down Saguaro Dr. We turn into his driveway, and I begin telling him about a dream I just had with us driving the Jeep right by a coyote on the road. Just as I speak my first sentence about it, a coyote sprints across the dirt driveway in front of us and runs into the desert. I... stammer, "Whoa whoa... whoa holy shit..." I look over at Nathan with wide bug-eyes to express my surprise and confusion. Coincidence happens. But I recognize when probability isn't at the right level. I explain, as he continues driving, that my dream had to have been telling me something or telling the future at the most. (Ironically, my subconscious was trying to make me lucid.) We pull up to his house, by his garage, and we start talking. Harley springs up out of nowhere and starts wagging his little tail like he always does. I think he came out of the garage door that isn't closed all the way. Nathan begins to close it just as I'm crawling under it. It's shaped in an almost alien fashion... and it closes as if it's an alien door with metal blinds... but it still comes dangerously close to crushing me. I'm gripped with slight panic as it pushes on my back... but then it stops. I crawl back out from underneath and seem to forget what just happened. Suddenly, the neighbors are calling out to us. I look up and see a small crowd by the next door house, a couple of girls waving at us. Nathan doesn't notice until I get him to look. I wave back with enthusiasm and continue talking to Nathan. I see Harley wag his tail, and notice he's tied with a thin red string to an unfamiliar vehicle where Nathan's Jeep was JUST parked. It's a maroon old-fashioned-esque car. It must be those neighbors or something. Suddenly they walk up from the driveway. It's a soccer-mom and her girls. She talks to Nathan as if he knows her. <memory> Before she leaves, she mentions something to ME about there being a scheduled "thing" and to not forget. The lady then gets into the maroon car and pulls out with her family. I watch them drive off, me being in the yard closer to the tree. I realize I'm dreaming and wake up.

(This time I wake up and decide to try something. The last few dreams were confusing me immensely, but I've gained the ability to "feel" if it's a dream or not. Being semi-awake again, and grounded in my bed, I begin to visualize until I feel I'm ready to induce sleep paralysis. My eyes still closed, I think, "Induce sleeping state, NOW!" or "Induce that state [that I'm thinking about]... NOW!" something to that effect... My whole body begins to vibrate and I can feel that I'm on the edge of sleep paralysis, but not quite there. I set to work immediately.

I began to visualize me being in the middle of a bunch of different scenes, and adding movement for added immersion. The first was a mall... I could hear the people talking... dragging their feet on the ground... but no visuals. I tried other scene's, none really getting me into a lucid dream. Just triggering new thought tangents. I tried again, this time, it was more specific: I was in the mall, but on a fountain's steps lying down. I could feel the sandstone... hear the water trickling and splashing... feel the cool air... I tried adding movement by rocking back and forth... I rolled off the steps and began to fall into nothing.

I open my eyes, and I'm back in my room again. But on the floor... I rise up and see an exact replica of myself sprawled out on the bed... on my back, hugging a pillow to my chest, a blanket's corner covering my eyes. I get so excited that my heart races and I look around the room one last time before my... experience... ends. I my Grandma's the old pendulum wall-clock with the time of 12:30 on the dot. (The clock is a few hours off of real time.) My experience ends and I open my eyes and take the blanket off my face. The clock says 12:31.
(It's around 5:30PM when all of this ends.)

After a really long dry spell of lucids with some quality I had this dream, which is in many ways a good step forward for me.

I was walking around in the town I lived in before, it was slightly dark and it felt really empty, but it was a pleasant atmosphere. The general color scheme was very bluish, and the sky had a light lavender with darker blue clouds. I turned around a corner to the school I was in before (BKB) and for some reason I suddenly knew I was dreaming. I was pretty offline though, as though I was sleeping inside of the dream, but the routines I trained over the past month kicked in and I remembered I should stabilize myself in the dream when I get lucid. I did so and pulled together all my focus, then I started to walk towards the school, shouting out for my dream guide. I didn't have a lot of power in my voice and there was no response, so I walked a bit further and it became quite dark. I used Lumos one time to light up the place but it didn't last long so I somehow got the idea to summon a "Battle Mag-Lite", a 2m long version of a normal Mag-Lite. I saw some weird person with a futuristic looking armor behind a force field. Then I woke up at once and couldn't get back in.


By the way, if you happen to read my dream journal, this is the first entry I made after moving. So when I say hometown now, it has a different meaning than it had before this entry. If I happen to dream about one of the old towns I will specifically say so.

Spoiler for Improvement Notes:

Broke the dry spell of lucids with a little more quality - Very Good
Remembered routines to fully get into the dream - Very Good
Called for Dream Guide - Good
Got no response - Bad
Suddenly woke up without getting anything done - Bad

Dream - Lucid

I was at my house. It was like I was in a video game, and I was lucid. I don't remember at what point I became lucid, I just remember that I was.

I went into the piano room. It was very dark. I walked up to the piano, and faintly saw my mom sitting there, playing, though I didn't hear any music. I sat down on the piano bench next to her. She stopped playing. For some reason, I thought she was going to be upset with me. Instead, she put her left arm around me and hugged me. We pulled away, and in her mouth, I saw a light blue pacifier.

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I was, again, in a video game. I was with my mom, dad, and my cat, though I'm not sure if my brother was there or not. We were outside in a field with trees, like a more realistic, less blocky-looking Minecraft. The sky was blue, but it didn't look sunny. My dad was holding something the whole time, I think it was my cat.

Also with us was JP. I didn't know how we got into this situation with him, I didn't know why he was there. He was being his sly, charming, shady self, and for some reason, we were following him around. I kept wanting to tell my dad that JP was bad news, but I didn't want to do it in front of JP, in fear that he would hurt me or my family. I was surprised my dad couldn't tell something was wrong with him, since he's a psychiatrist. Maybe he did, but had the same fear as I.

At some point, we met JP's dad, whom I've never actually met IWL (I don't think he ever met him either, actually). He had the shaggy brown hair and mustache, but he looked a bit different than my guide, I think. I only ever saw him at a distance. I want to say he was in some other "dimension" of the world.

We were then underneath some white stone pavilion. JP wanted access to the "rainbow realm", and my dad had the means to get there. I knew it was bad, bad news if JP had access to that world for some reason. But my dad gave him what he needed anyway. All I had wanted my dad to do was pull his gun and kill him, but I knew JP had a gun too, and I didn't want anyone else to get hurt who didn't have to. I then watched as JP put together the rest of his portal or whatever it was, and he was surrounded by a rainbow glow. I think it made him more powerful.

We were then in what was supposed to be the "rainbow realm", but it looked the same as the original dimension, save for JP's dad was there too. The next thing I knew, we were running from them. My mom and I were both holding a different Belle (my cat). The one mom was holding was white, like IWL Belle is, and the one I was holding was a smoky grey with some brown speckles mixed in. As we ran, JP and his dad threw knives at us. One hit the Belle that mom was holding. My mom tossed her dead body aside. As she did, I saw the body as it came by me. I saw the stab wound, and the cat was no longer white, but looked like the one I was holding.

I was getting tired; my legs felt like they were going to give out. JP's dad, the one pursuing me the most, threw a knife at me that narrowly missed. I then tripped and fell, exhausted. As I fell, to save the cat, I tossed her aside and hoped she ran away. JP's dad closed in on me, though I kept trying to crawl away.

I woke up before he caught me.

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I was in my house in my brother and I's bathroom. There was something inside the shower behind the half-closed curtain, but I wasn't sure what it was. I took a brown Kroger shopping bag with some objects in it, and hit it, whatever it was; I never saw what I was hitting. I then saw Belle, my cat, come out of the shower. She looked like she had a little nick in her fur on her neck, but there was no blood or anything. She was just fine. I pet her a bit.

I then walked into some gym-type room with lots of exercise machines. Not where I needed to be, and as I was leaving, I saw a ton of machines on the wall, as in suspended on the higher parts of the wall. On one of them, an exercise bike I believe, I saw someone I went to high school with named Jason.

I was then back at my house. I went into my parents' bedroom. None of the lights were on, but it wasn't pitch dark, just kind of dim. I started to go into the bathroom, when I saw two white cats that looked like Belle right outside of it, one pouring blood from a wound in her head/neck area, and the other dead, her eyes lifeless and cloudy. I touched the dead one, who looked more like a kitten than a full-grown cat, and her body was cold. I looked to the other, a more grown up cat, and she was trying to keep walking on, trying to keep going despite the bloody gash in her head. I started to get very upset, because not only was a cat dead and the other critically wounded, I knew I had done it when I hit the thing in the shower. I knew it, and I knew that the Belle that I pet in shower did not get hit. It was weird. I started yelling for my brother to call someone so we could get this cat to the animal ER. I didn't have very high hopes of her making it.

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I was at some house party with a bunch of people I didn't know. It was nighttime. I had been talking with some guy right outside the house, and apparently, I was being a smartass. In fact, I was an asshole apparently, according to everyone at the party. I don't think I was trying to be, really, I was just coming off that way.

They all started to kind of gang up on me, calling me a jerk and stuff, telling everyone who didn't know that I was a jerk. I took it by being a smartass back to them. Then, I decided to be nice and polite to everyone instead.
"I can be nice too," I said.
The main guy whom I had been talking to before said something like "Oh yeah?" back.
I then started to reintroduce myself to everyone with a huge, genuine smile on my face.
"Hi, I'm Krista, it's nice to meet you!" I said to the people around me, each individually, shaking their hands. That seemed to be working!

I then remember being inside the house for a little bit.

Then, outside again, I introduced myself to a guy that looked like Jonah Hill. I think someone brought him up to me so he could meet me. We chatted for awhile, and started to kind of like one another. I knew he was kind of getting a crush on me.

We then were on a brown, wooden boat on this very big lake. Things started to get Minecraft-y here (so who can guess what game I've been playing lately? ). The boat kept almost overturning, and then, I fell out of the boat. The water was very, very cold. So cold, my legs were going numb, and I could barely move them. The guy who looked like Jonah Hill (I'm just gonna call him Jonah from now on) helped me out of the freezing water and back into the boat.

The boat then overturned, and we both fell out. I remember being underwater and seeing him. I was trying to reach him before he went over a waterfall that was not far from us. The current would take us there if we weren't careful.

I then pulled out a dirt block (Minecraft) so I would float, and while underwater, picked up another dirt block, and swam more quickly to Jonah, who was heading straight for the waterfall. I gave him the dirt block so he'd float too, and pulled him to safety.

Then, we were back at the house where the party was, and he cutely asked me if he could have my number. I smiled and said
"Yeah! Hold on, let me go get my phone."
I went back in to get my phone.

Then, I woke up.

Dream - Lucid

I was outside, I want to say I had been on some kind of mission. I was at the end of it, and the last thing I had to do was make a cut on some thin film of skin that was supposedly covering the bottom of my belly button...? I saw an example play out in front of me, and of course, there was blood. There were two ways you could do this, I don't remember the first, but the second was just simply using the scalpel to make the cut. They were illustrated by these icons in my vision, kind of like a video game screen. I didn't want to do it. I was too much of a chicken for the pain and the blood. I had gotten all the way there, and now, I was too afraid of a little cut.

~

This one is kind of jumbled...let's see if I can make sense out of it.

I feel like I was living in an apartment. I remember it being nighttime outside. I was supposed to be meeting with my friend Samira (whom in waking life I only know via the internet) for some reason. Apparently, we hung out a lot.

Then, I was going to get in the shower. I turned it on, and the shower head was messed up, so if the curtain wasn't all the way closed, water would get all over the floor. Well, water got all over the floor, semi-flooding the bathroom and soaking the small, white Mickey Mouse towel placed by the tub for one's feet when they got out of the shower. I think the towel was supposed to be Samira's. I started trying to clean it up with another towel. I picked up Samira's Mickey Mouse towel, and it was absolutely sopping wet. I remember talking to Samira about the towel, but she wasn't there. I guess it was kind of telepathically? I'm not sure. She laughed and said not to worry about it. We talked about other things as I got in the shower, but I can't remember what.

One of my neighbors was someone I know from the internet as well, but it was someone I don't talk to at all anymore, someone I'm not particularly fond of. Let's call him Sam.

I remember all the talks and stuff with Samira, who in the dream I called something else, something that started with a K, like Kera or or something like that, being very pleasant.

Dream - Lucid

I was in marching band again. We were having some sort of sleepover. It was nighttime, and we were in a house. Next to me was this girl that looked like someone who was in band with me in waking life, Nancy. She was a freshman and I was an upperclassman. For whatever reason, I had taken her under my wing, so to speak.

She asked me to pull a wedgie for her? I said ok, and she leaned forward, exposing the top of her panties. I noticed she was wearing two pairs of underwear, one peachy/skin-toned, and the other a bluish-green.
"This one?" I asked as I tugged the peachy one.
"Yes."
I pulled on it.

More happened in this dream, but I can't recall what right now.

~

I was in bed with JP. It was nighttime. We were in what looked like a hotel, but it was supposed to be at a school. We were both students. I'm not sure why we were in the same bed, there was another bed in the room but it was occupied I believe. I suppose it was like a dorm or something. The bed was next to a big window, with J being on the window side and I on the other. The window showed that we were on a higher floor, I think, and you could see trees and lights from buildings.

As we were laying in bed, he was saying something about my birthday being the next night, and how he was going to give me "birthday sex". I don't remember what I said. I wasn't really thrilled at the prospect, but this guy was scary (and is in waking life as well).

The next night, on my birthday apparently, I stayed in another part of the dorm/hotel. I was worried that JP would get upset because of this, but I didn't want to stay there with him. I then had this huge "flashback" of the college years ago, when a dead woman was found in an indoor pool, stabbed to death. They had to remove the body before they had a funeral service. I then made the terrible connection: JP was the killer from years ago. He was assuming a fake name at the college, the name James Holmes (the Batman movie killer from Colorado).

I knew I couldn't stay. I was in him and I's room, and the light was dim; nighttime again, but there was a lamp that was on on the nightstand. Someone called him and angered him. When he got off the phone, we were then in the living area, and a man appeared from a doorway, looking panicked and concerned. JP went and stabbed a man in the chest. I was sitting on the couch, watching in horror. He came to me then, and carefully chose a short, fat knife from the many knives that he had, all the while talking to me in a cool, calculated, heartless manner. I tried to back away, but he had me. He stabbed me in the lower left chest, but not too deeply, since I was resisting. I felt the pain as he cut me.

Then, it was like the scene was being replayed, only differently. We were in the room again, and his phone started to ring. I spotted a brown spider crawling on the floor with spindly, long legs. I got up to leave the room, and JP said
"You better not leave, this phone call may make me angry." I left anyway as he got on the phone.

I went to the living area and across the room to another door. I barged in and my parents were asleep in the bed there. My mom's head was facing the head of the bed, but my dad was sleeping opposite of her, with his head at the foot of the bed. I shook my dad first saying "Wake up! Wake up!" as I moved on to shake my mother. My mom woke up, and I frantically explained the situation. In the back of my mind, though, I knew we were doomed. She got out of bed, I'm not sure if she said anything. My dad was the only one of us there with the means to defend, and I could not wake him up. I kept trying, but to no avail. I then left the room and ran out the front door as fast as I could. I could run to the lights of the city, or the sparse, dim lights of some homes to my left. I went towards the homes, figuring he wouldn't be able to see me with the dim light. I tried to frantically think of what to do. Should I head to a house and try to knock until someone answered? Or should I run out to the woods? Either way, I felt doomed.

I awoke this morning being quite afraid still, the feelings carrying over from the dream to my waking self. I'm still calming down, and it's been over an hour since I woke up.

I am with Martin S in some little, almost one room house. It is a night time and I am not sure why we there. There are some two other guys. One of them is very drunk. Marin is doing something on the side. I look at the other guy, he is blond and has blue eyes. He reminds me SS soldiers from WW2 movies. He also looks at me and I am ask him if he is german. He asks me the same thing right at the same time. I tell him, I am not. Then I realise that he is gay and is trying to hit on me. I tell him right away I am straight and to back off.
He then starts touching the other drunk guy. Next thing I see is that the guys is lying on his front with his ass exposed and the other guy is rubbing him. I dont need to see this I think to myself. Then out of nowhere, or as if from under the blanket, some other person appears and starts vomiting! It goes everywhere! I get really angry as bits land on my trousers!! SHIT! Lets get out of here I tell Martin. We walk outside, it looks like its some kind of celebration. New years or such! There are many drunk people outside.

I am in my room in Czech. I have quite a big aquarium with golden fish. Suddenly my mum comes into my room chasing a little dog. There is Vet also coming in and my mum says they have to kill the dog. I am surprised as it is still a puppy.
But I mind my business with my fish. I need to feed them. I have a handful of dead fish and I stick it on the aquarium wall at the water level. They disappear in seconds, all eaten. I am very surprised. I look properly into my aquarium and see some of the fish are huge koi carps!! I think they will eat my other fish and I should get them out of there!!! There is one big gold one and one big white one. The white one is particularly cool because it has only one eye in the centre! I think it must be some rare mutation. It reminds me of start track for some reason!!!

August 31 Afternoon

Running away from some people who want to capture me. They have tapped the phones, etc. I am in the mall. I jump and slide down the stairs from floor to floor to avoid them. I hide in the lady's comfort room and dash out, hoping they'll mistake me for a girl with my long hair while hiding my mustache and beard. One agent sees me and alerts the others. Running away. Outside the mall. Safer? Night. Eating raw egg.

Running away. This time from demons. Afternoon turns to night. They can go out and they become stronger. Outside the mall. Traffic. Cross street. This time I'm with two people, one guy and one girl. The girl steals a motorcycle. I jumped on. The guy has a hard time riding up. I pull him up and we blaze out of there. A small demon clings to us. It has strong bite power. We are on a bridge made for unicycles, bicycles and motorcycles. It has a sharp turn. We fell into the water. We move out of the water onto dry land.

I'm captured. I'm in a room. A house. "The Thing On The Doorstep." A woman wants to use me for a ritual. There were others there. She moved another body. The body of her father? I chanted a prayer. Transfered her into the body of the father. Cursed her and blinded her. S/He can't see. When everyone moved in the room, he doesn't notice. But when I moved, it's as if he can see me, and he does a similar move.


NOTE: dream lotus, watched Thor, did LaBerge Reality Check audio 2 before sleep with a card with the word "Prayer"

August 30

A tall building in a city. A skyscraper. I am looking top down. Cars are going up one side in one line, goes to the top, and then goes down the other side of the building. Night.

Travel. Top-down view. A train. Hometown. Mom. San Carlos. Difficult to travel. Have to take two trains.

NOTE: Just ninja's Sub Audio 1 and Reverse day

Dream - Lucid

I was at the doctor's with Jake. We were getting tests done. The room was white, and I was sitting on the white table, and a female doctor came in. She told me she had reason to think I had lymphoma. She then gave me this sample cup with some transparent red liquid in it. It was a home test for lymphoma that I was supposed to mix with urine to get the results.

I was then at home, and debating on whether or not I should tell my mom, or anyone for that matter. In the dream, it wasn't as much of a death sentence as it is in waking life, but still wasn't good news to hear. I didn't want to tell anyone yet, not till I knew for sure, anyway.

I went into the bathroom, and pulled down my pants to pee in the cup. In my panties was this note saying something along the lines of since my er...vaginal discharge was still wet after a certain amount of time, I had lymphoma. Gross, I know. I was then holding some magenta, heart-shaped pad. I wasn't sure what to do with it, so I think I threw it out and peed in the cup.

I then sat the cup with the pee and red liquid on the bathroom counter. It was still red; nothing had changed. Hmm...that must be a good thing, right?

I then saw a clear plastic bag on the counter that the cup had come in. It had a dropper in it, and instructions saying how to exactly conduct the test. If the test was positive, the red solution in the cup would turn green. Apparently, I had screwed that one up by peeing directly in the cup. It also said something about putting that magenta, heart-shaped pad in my underwear and wearing it for a certain amount of time. Oops.

I then took a big swig of pure urine, where I got it, I'm not sure, since I had peed only in the red liquid. It was warm and disgusting. I spit it out.

I was then freaking out to someone about lymphoma.
"Am I going to lose my hair?!" I panicked.
I don't remember the response, I think it was something like "not necessarily."

I then was posting a question about it on some forum, I think it was DV but I'm not sure, but instead of referring to it as lymphoma, I referred to it as "schuza". Lolwut.

~

My family and I were house shopping (IWL we are selling our house here and moving to another state). We were looking at a beautiful, huge house. It was so big, it was like a maze. My mom and I were walking around, going in at out of beautiful rooms. We walked into this one room with a very nice bathroom.
"I want this room!" I said. I was so excited!
Then we went into another room, and the bathroom had a HUGE, beautiful shower. The shower was white, and glassed-in, with different "stations" in it for washing.
"No, I want this one!" I said. I've always had a thing for nice showers (true IWL).
The room also had a little "nook" where a twin bed sat. On the other side of the nook sat another twin bed. I thought that was the coolest thing! I wanted it so bad, but I have a queen-sized bed, and there was only enough room for a twin. Oh well, if I had this room, I could use the nook for other things.
I really hoped my parents bought this house. It was so wonderful.

We continued to explore the house and its endless rooms. There were big and small rooms, so many to choose from for bedrooms!

~

I was outside in the driveway with my mom. There were other people there as well, people that my mom didn't like. One was a little boy with dark hair and a bowl cut. My mom was saying how much I didn't like him and how annoying he was. She said I should behead all of the people there because they were annoying. I then had a sword in my hand. I didn't want to kill, I never want to kill, no matter how much I'm "annoyed".

Then, the child laid on the ground. His head was then a knife blade, with a very small space between the blade and the body that was supposed to be the neck. I knew I needed to do it for some reason, as much as I abhored the idea, and the fact that I have a strange phobia of blood. In one swipe, I cleanly severed the "head", and blood oozed out. The driveway was then carpet, and I was afraid the blood would stain.

I then had to do it again to five or so other people. Their heads were knives also, and in one swipe, I cleanly severed them. Blood oozed out. I told my mom I did it, and she was proud of me. She didn't think I could do it. The only thing she said I was supposed to do that I didn't was slowly stab the first person in the head with a steak knife so they would suffer. I said no, I would not do that. If I had to kill these people, I would make it quick and painless.

The blood stains and the bodies were then gone, and we were in the house. We started to hear what sounded like the tornado siren. We went outside, and the sky was clear and blue. We stood in the driveway and looked over the house in the opposite direction, and saw this big, strange cloud moving quickly towards us. It was sparkling. It was really weird.

I then heard my mom say something to her friend Lisa, who wasn't there with us, but maybe on the phone? She said
"I said to paint i's, not eyes!"
The sparkles on the clouds then appeared to be eyes.
"Oh! I guess I'll have to redo it then!" said Lisa's disembodied voice.

~

I was laying on the couch in the living room with Jake, watching TV. It was dark in the room save for the TV, and nighttime outside. Jake was cuddling with me. He was spending the night, and we were sleeping on the couch. I then heard someone come in the back door, and thought he probably wouldn't be able to stay now since someone else was home. Oh well. I was so tired, I was gonna just fall asleep despite the fact that Jake was probably about to be told to go home. Maybe they wouldn't notice us in here.

So yeah...the first dream and the second to last were kind of fucked up. O_O

Also, I wonder why I keep dreaming about Jake? We dated for awhile, and though we aren't anymore, we are still friends. But he has been in so many dreams lately. Odd.

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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]We head out and all is initially fine but 4 of the childrenin the class are a little developmentally deficient and these 4 kids run outinto the street. Cars pass by them on both sides as I’m screaming at them tocome back to the side of the road. I realize they probably can’t get backsafely and I know I’m going to have to go get them. I’m preparing myself to dothis when the one closest to me, from the middle of the street, stares up at meand then runs across the street narrowly avoiding being struck. I’m amazed sheand the others made it across the road as they appear to be about 4 years ofage despite being a part of my daughter’s class.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I finally get a break in the traffic and make my way across,chasing them along the road towards another class on a field trip. These kidsare older and have come by bus. I find myself envious of their field-trip.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]The children blend into the group and disappear from mysight. I don’t know where they are and I’m frantically trying to think of a wayto get them separated from the group. An idea suddenly springs to mind and Isay, “Who here is from [school], raise your hand?” I’m thinking the younger kids will respond andI will be able to pick them out of the group.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]My expectations are dashed when all the kids raise theirhands. I have encountered a class of older children from my daughter’s schooland I recognize none of them. Not being daunted by this I decide the kids musthave gotten onto the bus. As the class boards I go in behind them, asking theteacher if they mind if I do a search. The teacher is agreeable and allows meto walk the aisle of the bus looking for them. Sadly I can’t find them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Before I can turn around the bus driver closes the doors andstarts driving down the road. I think, “Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll get off when wepass my class walking down the road.” Again my expectations are shattered when he drives right past the classand I set my new goal for the next block. I tell the driver he passed my groupand at first he seems to ignore me. I repeat myself, speaking a little moreforcefully and he slams on the brakes. I grab on to a pole in an attempt tostabilize myself but I lose my grip. My body slides forward to the front of thebus where I grab on to another pole to keep myself from smashing into thedashboard. I lose my grip again and roll into the front console as the buscomes to a final stop. [/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Glaring at the driver I make my way off the bus and start runningback towards my group. As I approach I still can’t see the lost kids and otheradults are still looking for them. I tell them I will keep on looking for themcloser to where we started.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3]Down the road I find myself on a dirt track, an unpaved roadthrough the forest heading out to Enchanted Rock, a state park 80 miles west ofAustin. The kids are now forgotten and Iam climbing up a wooded hill, more of asmall cliff than anything, on my way to the campsite. I’m with my dad and someof his friends, people I do not recognize. All are carrying packs of gear.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]At the crest of the cliff is a rocky ledge with some bulkytree-roots running along it. Each of us has to climb over this ridge and turnaround to help the next climber. I turn to help my dad over the root. As I do athought comes to mind.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]“This is the spot where you made a strong promise to me.” AsI say this to him I look down at the watch on his wrist as though I expect himto pass it on to me someday. The moment seems significant but I can’t entirelyfigure out why. I help him up and we continue to the campsite.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]The spot we camp at is beautiful, a cliff overlooking thelake hundreds of feet below with spotty signs of habitation visible only aslights in the darkness. It had not been dark previously but now the setting isat night. The stars are visible above and my surroundings are illuminated as ifby a bright full moon though I do not see one in the sky.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Everything seems peaceful until the silence is broken by asmall government helicopter which has come to spy on us. The helicopter isactually miniature, about the size of a bread-box though it has sophisticatedcontrols and surveillance cameras that can see in the dark. Everyone scramblesto avoid being hit by the rotors.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Why is the government concerned with us? I can’t imagine thereasoning considering the crowd I’m with, none of whom are former agents orcurrent spies. Thinking this I suddenly realize the helicopter is there for me.I know I must be the one under suspicion and the knowledge spurs me to action.I duck below the edge of the cliff, a small overhanging ledge providing me somecover from the cameras that can only see horizontally. I find myself looking upat the small helicopter as it rotates around to find me. I evade it easily.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I become lucid and realize this is a dream. The helicoptercan’t hurt me and I decide to just reach up and grab it. It feels solid in myhand, unlike some dream objects, and it vibrates like a gas-powered toy. As Idisable it the rotors stop and the machine becomes a mere hunk of plastic andmetal in my hand. I know the agency hunting me will come looking for theirsurveillance toy and attempt to figure out what happened to both it and me so Ilet everyone know we will have to leave.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In the morning I am talking to my dad as everyone packs up.I’m playing with the helicopter, extending the telescoping antenna andcollapsing it. I look at it and say, “I wish I could make it work again.”[/FONT][/SIZE]
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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]In response my dad tosses me a battery pack for it,something he had removed during the night. I had willed that to happen,something I knew as the battery landed in my hand. I love how things work indreams, I think. My dad continues to pack out gear as I wake up.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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Walking home at night, possibly on holidays. Saw stars far more vividly than before, crystal clear. They were moving around the SCP, as if time were sped up. Suddenly became aware of fireworks, following the stars. Near home, getting phone out to take some photos when I heard rustling in long grass. It was Nikolas (4yo), playing with an empty Pringles can. Brought him in, why was he out in the middle of the night? Where did he get those glasses? Went outside again to see stars and fireworks.

Saw some girls sitting around watching the show. Wife came out wanting me to hear the song on the radio, forgot the words while she was trying to sing along. We all laughed. Saw beautiful (and huge) temple, lit by fireworks. Phone out again to take photos. Not working too well in low light. Suddenly, a huge procession of oriental warriors poured towards temple. Dancing started, with enormous lion dragon dance.

Low battery warning on device which is now an iPad. Can't turn it off for some reason. Show Rohan (for some reason it's now his iPad). Eventually close apps and turn off. Now Rohan, Imogen and I are leaving from a friend's house.

Dream - Lucid

Finally, some good recall again!

I was with Jake. I can't quite remember where.

Then, I was sitting at my desk putting a baggie with a tiny piece of a marijuana bud in it in an envelope for my friend, Grace (who doesn't smoke in waking life). I was going to mail it to her. I felt like I had mailed marijuana before and it wasn't a big problem (yeah, I'm not dumb enough to do this in waking life).

I then was walking through what was supposed to be a high school or something. I was still with Jake. I then saw my reflection in something we walked past, not a mirror but a very reflective surface, and I looked quite a bit different. My hair was short and straight and styled in a bouffant fashion. I was wearing a short skirt, red I think, but I don't remember what kind of top I was wearing. I looked at it for a second as we walked by.

I again saw my reflection, and it looked the same as before, bouffant hairdo and all.

Then, we were walking through a garage, still at the school apparently, and I was smoking a cigarette. As we walked up the stairs to the door to exit the garage, I flicked the butt behind me, not watching where it landed. My dad was then walking with me, and commented on the stink of the cigarettes (apparently lots of people smoked here).

~

I was going to Jake's. I went into his apartment, and immediately thought that the locks had been changed for the new roommates moving in, and I didn't have the new key. Oh well.

I walked through the apartment, which looked much different than in waking life. I remember walking past a cabinet with these two new, gold locks on it. On the living room couch were his two new roommates, two college guys. I remember one having a very short black mohawk and being shirtless. I don't remember what they were doing, I think they were just drinking soda or something. They didn't even seem to notice as I walked in.

I then went to Jake's room. It was super messy, and he was sleeping on what looked like a cot in the middle of the mess, kind of close to the door. I woke him up and said something about his new roommates.

~

There are some fragments that I can't really place.

One, I was watching something on TV in my room with my mom, when the bouffant girl that was supposed to be me in the last dream came on TV. I got excited and told her about the dream. She smiled and got excited too (lol she wouldn't get excited in waking life).

Another was of me driving topless. I felt exposed. Why the hell was I driving topless?

I then remember something about seeing my old cat, Pounce, or at least a cat that looked just like her. This triggered lucidity, and I looked at my hands to stabalize, but I immediately lost it and went into a non-lucid dream.

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I got a text from my pen pal, Gabriel, whom in waking life I've never met in person, and who lives in another state. It said
"Wanna get a drink?"
I hadn't realized he had texted me; it had been about 30-45 minutes since he had asked me. I got really excited and I told him yes, but he didn't answer right away. It was kinda late too, like 8:30pm or so.

So I got online and ordered some ticket to some bar in Franklin, the town he lived in in the dream. I then somehow had the small white ticket. It looked like a ticket to a movie.

I was then in the kitchen at my house, My mom was then telling me how she wanted me to help her with something. I told her I wasn't going to be coming home that night. She asked why, and I said I was going to go get a drink.

I realized that he never answered my text. I then called him, and he picked up on the first ring. I was a little nervous about talking to him.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"I do want to get a drink."
That's about all I remember of the conversation, though I'm sure there was more. I felt more at ease as we talked. His voice was soft and deep; comforting.
I think he texted me his address.

I then left. It was dark, obviously, since it was late. I only had about an hour and a half to drive (only 30 min. away in waking life).

I was then at his place. We went into his room, and he was talking to me as he went through some stuff on his bed. He had already bought this six pack of hard lemonade-type drinks. So I guess we were drinking at his place. His apartment seemed a little messy, but it wasn't bad. He had short black hair, looked youthful, and was a little shorter than the average guy. He actually would later in the dream remind me of someone I'm acquainted with in waking life, Tony.

I sat down at a desk chair, and we started on our hard lemonades. We were talking, having a good time, feeling each other out since we'd never actually met in person. I was a little skeptical just because I felt like I kinda rushed into getting drinks with him, but he seemed gentle, nice, and genuine.

At one point we were talking about the lemonades. He was already on his second, and I was still on my first, though it was almost gone.

I then fell asleep. I woke up, and didn't see Gabriel. I went to the bag the six pack was in, but all the lemonades were gone. I guess I had been out long enough for Gabriel to drink the rest.

My mom then came in and did or said something, I can't remember, but I thought it was insane that she even knew where I was, that she even knew his address. Weird.

Then, Gabriel came back in with a bunch more booze. He pulled out amber liquor and beer, which was the same color. I started to open one up, but realized it was liquor, so I started to open up another, smaller bottle instead. I actually wasn't sure if it was liquor or beer or something else altogether, but I poured it into a glass and started to drink it. The flavor wasn't bad, though it tasted muted for some reason. I could taste the slight bitterness, but it was fine.

Then, we were talking again, I think I mentioned something about my mom coming over. I was a little tipsy, but mostly I think I was just tired. Gabriel started talking to some of his friends, whom I think were supposed to be his band. They were looking at instruments that were in what now seemed to be a mixture of Gabriel's place and a music store. This is the part where I really thought he looked like Tony. He made hand gesture to his mouth to tell the guys we were drinking. The next thing I remember, they were gone.

At some point, I noticed his bed. It was a queen with old, dusty, worn-looking white bedding. I thought it would be perfect to share with him.

I then took too big a sip of my alcohol. I let it sit in my mouth for a second, afraid to swallow cause I didn't want to puke, but sucked it up and did it anyway. It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it was just fine.

I feel like my mom was there again. Someone was, anyway, and I was laying on my stomach on a bed or something. Gabriel then put his hand on my back. A big smile painted my face. His touch was so gentle and soft. I trusted him a lot more then.

Finally, Gabriel said he was going to go to bed. I asked him if he wanted me to stay or go.
"Ummm..." He was thinking.

I then was woken up to hearing my neighbor call their dog.
"Sawyer!!!"

Oddly, in the last dream, I think part of me knew it was a dream. I didn't want to wake up, and I remember looking at my hands trying to keep the dream, but I wasn't actively lucid. It was just "in the back of my head" or something. I dunno. Either way, I'm not going to classify it as lucid.

NOTE: Used subliminal audio 1 by ninja in DV. Jasmine tea before sleep. Reverse day recall.

Dream:

Dark. Lightning. People fighting. Super powers. A small child with super strength. A giant cross. Night. Fighitng another being with a giant cross. "I" threw the giant cross at him. After fight. Dad stays behind. "I" was unconscious for a few days. The strong woman. is there.

Walking. Night. LRT station. Morning. Walking down the street. A school. Roman type. Architecture. Some people. Formal clothing. Yellow. Golden. Inside building. A guy in tux. Looks lost.

This dream was pretty long too... So it started out in a three story house. On the top floor there was pizza. I only had 2 slices and wasn't allowed to have any more. I couldn't go up there and try to steal some either because my dad and some other guy were up there too. I remember in the dream that I was just really hungry. So then it turned nighttime, and I decided to kind of army crawl on the floor towards the pizza. While I was where the pizza is, there were some other things there too. There was some kind of jar of something... And a random box of candies. They were spherical and hollow and were coated in sugar... My dad was on a bed nearby sleeping, and the other guy was across the room in a sleeping bag... Well... Sleeping. I remember I somehow starved to death in the dream and I died.... o.O But then I... Respawned...?! But after I did, I went a bit insane. I didn't care if I was caught trying to steal the pizza, I just made roaring and growling noises like some sort of monster and I ran up into the room as fast as I could, swiped one piece, and ran back to the second floor and hid in a corner to eat it. I devoured the slice in like 5 seconds. But I was still hungry and wanted more. My mom came out of nowhere, and decided to help me I guess, so then we were outside all of the sudden. My dad was in the garage and awake so we had to be quiet. My mom walked up quickly and took the box of candies and brought it back. She said something, kind of loudly too, and I reminded her to be quiet. But as we were walking down the driveway, away from the house and garage, my dad came out of the garage, and we started to walk over to him. Something else happened, but I forget what. Next, my mom and I were walking down a street with some random kid who was carrying a sword, and we were talking but then the kid turned right, and went down another street. And I remember saying "He better be careful. If you're caught with a sword on that street, you're killed."

That's all I remember...

30th Dream Journal entry