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I began a new method in hopes of having more vivid and memorable dreams. So far, I can remember one of the dreams I had pretty well since starting this a couple days ago. I usually have been able to get up around 9 or 10 during the week, seeing as how I don't really have any early morning classes this quarter. But I realized I would probably be able to better remember my dreams if I woke myself up around 6 or 7 in the morning, when I would still be in a fairly deep sleep. So the first night i tried this, I remembered a dream I had in which I was thrown in jail for robbing a convenience store. I can't remember much else from this, apart from the fact that I nearly went mad in just the first few minutes of being behind bars (I wonder if this could be any indication of how I would be able to handle, or not handle, prison in real life). I hope to have somewhat more powerful and exciting dreams while putting this new method into use. Last night, in addition to setting my alarm for 7am, I also consumed a substantial amount of apple juice before drifting off to sleep. I used to do this on occasion in high school, and it would make for some pretty vivid dreams. However, it did not really seem to work this time. Well, I suppose it might have, and I may have just not remembered; also, I may have not woken myself up early enough. I think the particular brand of apple juice I used may not have been as effective as the ones I used in high school. Anyway, today I'll try to get my hands on some of the good stuff (Ha! Can you imagine someone referring to apple juice like this?), and I'll also set my alarm a little earlier (maybe 5:30am or so). In addition, I bought the new Radiohead album last night, and boy, I imagine listening to it before bed could make for some pretty interesting dreams. I'll add that to my method this evening too.

SIDE NOTES| NON LUCID | LUCID

Last night I went to bed at about 10:30 and dozed off pretty fast.
I woke up naturally at 3:15am and remembered the following dreams:

1) I was looking at what appeared to be a card game. Each card fit into a square shaped grid. The way the cards had been layed out so far was kind of in the shape of a Nazi Swastika. The table that the cards were on was made of green felt. On each card, there was a different picture of a woman in a bikini. On the other side of the cards was the typical red+white weird pattern you see on standard playing cards. It was more of a puzzle than a card game, as you had to put the cards in a certain pattern. However I didn't understand how to work it out, so I more or less put the cards in a random order. When I'd completed it, it turned out that the puzzle turned out to be a really deep, moral lesson, made to teach you about the plastic fakeness of photo-shoots and how natural girls can be so much more beautiful without make up. Overall, I got 95% which I was surprised with considering I randomly guessed. In addition, this result really mate no sense considering there was only about 8 cards.

2) Someone was teling a story about how they found a monkey. The story was being told on some sort of radio or news magazine show. It was very fat and very lazy, resulting in it never leaving the house and becoming a massive slob in the person's house. I saw the monkey in my mind, and it reminded me of the infamous obese Asian baby, or maybe Buddha. I saw the owners take the monkey shopping, and he had to sit inside the trolled in the little seat like a baby does. I think the shop was Sainsbury's. It was very light in the shop, as it always is.



At 3:35am, I went back to bed, after getting a drink of apple juice, having a pee and writing my dreams down.

When I awoke at 4:27am, I remembered the following:

3) It was around 12:30am, and me and Leo were in my bedroom having a lads night in with music and chats. The light was off, but we could see somehow. I was lying on my bed on my side, and Leo was sat against the wall under my KoRn poster. He might have been on a chair, but there isn't one there in real life and I didn't see him really. My bed sheet had been pulled off and my bed was generally very messy, as always. I think it was quite an awkward night - Leo and I have always wanted to have a lads night with music, and it is occasionally awkward with just the two of us but we're usually stoned but it doesn't matter, however we were sober. I was showing him my ambient music playlist through my CD player, playing Kid A by Radiohead - one of our favourite songs. However I was showing him some sort of crazy sound effects through the speaker of an electric UFO I have hanging from my ceiling It was like the experimental noise music that I listen to all the time, and it went in time with the music making it sound even stranger than it normally does. Leo said he liked it, however I felt that he was just being nice about it as I was making my own music pretty much, and when the sounds turned into experimental distorted Aphex Twin style breakbeats I could tell he wasn't enjoying it. I figured he'd had enough of this, so I stepped down and turned the light back on to chat or whatever. I could hear that my sister had just come home from work at Sainsbury's and I thought it was far too late for work. I looked at my bedroom clock to check the time. It was my normal clock, except in between the numbers were strange pale colours, as if normal pinks, yellows, blues, greens and reds had been taken and added to a small amount of white paint. I immediately knew that I was dreaming, but plugged my nose and breathed just to make sure - I could breath, and was now lucid

I don't think Leo was here any longer, as he is also interested in lucid dreaming and I would have told him ecstatically. I sat up on my knees from my laying position, rubbing my hands and touching things lots as I did so to ensure that I stayed lucid. I was getting ready to pull my weigh up and chuck my weight off the cabin bed by holding the wooden beam across it. I was worried that this would stop me being lucid, as the post is very wobbly in real life and the fall is quite scary. However, I did it anyway and it felt exactly how it always feels After performing several more RC's, I decided that it was about time for me to use a lucid to have fun, and not just walk around in excitement like I always do Whenever I think of what to do when I'm lucid, I imagine going to a beautiful field with blue skies and huge stretches of grass hills, with one massive oak tree where I would sit in the shade in awe. I figured I should go to this place, as it would be the perfect first proper lucid dream. I stood in the middle of my bedroom with my arms outstretched, fingers pointing out. I began spinning, but my room was very messy, and my movements were pretty slow and not very smooth at all However I imagined the perfect field, shut my eyes, and hoped for the best... but the best was not good enough, and nothing happened I think the reasoning for this was, like my recent lucid where I tried to spawn MDMA, I didn't TRULY believe that the transformation would occur.

Suddenly, I was in the spare-room arguing with my Mum + sister. It was dark in the hallway but light in the spare room. I still haven no idea why everyone was still up at this time, or where Leo went My Mum was sat at the computer and my sister was behind her. I think I was still aware that I was dreaming, but I had no control and didn't really feel very lucid at all. My Mum was telling Nicola about the new "image" of our landline telephone. She either meant the picture that pops up when you are called, or that we got a new headset. Either way, for some reason my sister was really angry about this.

I was now in the living room with my Mum. She was having a go at me about something, but I can't remember what. The lights were on in the kitchen and in the far left of the living room, but not in the section that we were. Strangely, I plugged my nose and breathed to test if I was still dreaming, and I couldn't dream, so I said something like "See what you did Mum!? You stopped my lucidity!!!" She seemed interested for once that I had been having a lucid dream. I find it quite amusing that I was aware that I was dreaming and that I had been lucid and that I could still be lucid, yet I wasn't lucid

No WBTB because I needed my rest, and I tried MILD, but no LD.

First, I remember there was this crazy, deranged, disturbed, dangerous, wizard serial killer on the loose. Like he had the power of the devil or something. I don't remember his name, but it had the number 18 at the end. He was very tall, and kinda big, and he had very curly brown hair. At the end of this dream segment, he came into our house (I think it was DE that only I knew he was evil) and I shook his hand to meet him, and he seemed like a nice guy.

Next, I was in a boat with Radiohead (I don't know why they keep showing up in my dreams, I don't like them that much) and my mom and her friend, Debbie, were in a boat ahead of us. My mom was writing down on this paper things that we were going to order from this pizza place. We had a bunch of stuff on the list, and then my mom puts the list (it was a notebook) in the water, so it would float to us, and we could write what we want. But since the drift was pushing us backwards, the list moved forward, away from us, and we had to start over. There was also this part where Debbie and her daughter were in this weird abandoned warehouse.

Then, I was in school, but it was just this hall with a bunch of tables, like a lunch room, but it wasn't a lunch room. It was like a conversation hall or something. I wrote "convention" in my dream journal, so I guess it was that. Anyway, I was sitting next the Kate, and across from me was Rebecca. There was a TV near our table, and we were about to watch something. I got up and walked around. I found Lawrence (that annoying kid from that other dream) and I found out he was getting his life together, and he had a job. I was actually happy for him, and he pointed to his girlfriend, who looked like a dude, and I said, "Boy she's hot," just to humor him. Anyway, I went to sit down again, and everyone had these lists. On them was like a catalog of things we could watch I think. The list was set up like a chart, and it looked more like it listed classes and such rather than movies or something. Either way, I noticed that each column was a different category, like on any normal list, with things like names of classes, numbers, and other boring things. But then I noticed that one column mention Lulu (In regard to the Metallica/Lou Reed album) and that each category had obscenities rather than boring statistics, like "tits" and "rape". I thought this was funny because it stood out, and I laughed out loud. Kate said, "What's so funny?" I explained the whole thing to her, but she didn't get it. Eventually we were watching the TV, and it was this weird movie that would sound like the Matrix if I explained it here, but it wasn't anything like that. In the movie, one part had Madonna materialise without her clothes on, and then gradually, her clothes materialised onto her. I made a joke saying, "In real life, Madonna's clothes don't usually go back on that easily."

I might have had another false awakening. I remember writing down in my dream journal the events of the Radiohead/boat dream. Actually now that I think about it, I woke up, and I was thinking of what to put down, but I was doing it with my eyes closed, and I started to fall asleep thinking about it. So I wrote down a bunch of stuff, then I realised I was falling asleep, or I fell asleep, or something...then I woke up and had to write it all again. I don't know...I'm not counting this one as a false awakening.

The next dream was more vivid. The first part was that I was this hero or something, and I had to fight Wolverine, who was the villain. We were in this room with a section of floor, but then parts that dropped off to spikes down below. I kept knocking Wolverine into the spikes, and I almost killed him, or I killed his partner (I don't really know) by crushing their head. Then Wolverine retreated. I was left in the room with the Penguin from Batman, and he took a notice to the walls of the room, which were made of trees. The walls had large scratches in them, and the Penguin mentioned, "I remember when I got these scars," as if the scratches on the wall were scars on his person. Just then, the scratches started to bleed. The Penguin looked at me and said it was amazing that I didn't have any scars on my face (presumably from fighting so much). Then I exited the room from this high-up balcony. Suddenly I was in a Hogwarts-esque school, and I had to get to class, and I was late because I was fighting Wolverine. When I got to the class room, which actually looked a lot like something from Harry Potter, I noticed that Wolverine was my teacher, and we had to put on this act because no one was supposed to know that he was evil, and I was a hero. In this part of the dream, I was a very Harry Potter-like character, but I was Harry Potter. For example, I was pretty well known, and I didn't know anything about the world of magic because I was raised by muggles. I entered the classroom, and Wolverine mentioned the next page of the text book that we had to read. Since I was late, he chose for me to read it. I hurried to my seat as the class watched me, and made fun of me. I took out my text book, and tried to remember what page he said. I asked the kid next to me, and he refused to tell me, so I looked at his book. Apparently, this was enough to prove his point, as Wolverine didn't have me read the passage. There was something very off about the social norms of this place, as well. Then this girl across from me, told me to scoot this stool over to her. I did it, assuming it was hers. Well, it turned out to be this popular girl's stool, and she yelled at me for giving it to some "unpopular pig." I looked at her and said in frustration, "Well, I don't know! I was just introduced to magic! How am I supposed to know who's stool it is?!" As if it had something to do with magic. The unpopular girl kicked it back over to me, and I kicked it over to the popular girl, who was at a table in the row in front of me. She went to stop it with her foot, but when she did, it shattered into pieces. She looked at me, like she was going to blame it on me. I stood up and screamed at her, "YOU kicked it! YOU broke it!! YOU'RE AN IDIOT!!!" I was very tired of everyone making fun of me. Then for some reason, the whole incident was forgotten as one of the students was whispering to a friend about how there's a rumor going on that their teacher might be the one with "the metal hands" (referring to Wolverine's claws. Remember, it was kept secret). Wolverine overheard them and said to the class in a reassuring and parental tone, like an uncle to a nephew, "No, I am not the metal man." Then one of the kids mentioned syphilis. Don't ask me why, but it was DE that this was a good thing. It wasn't referring to any disease, but rather just a likable trait. Anyway, everyone knew that the metal man had syphilis, and one of the kids mentioned that their teacher, Wolverine also had syphilis. In an effort to mess with his students in a playful way, he mentioned, "But I DO have syphilis. I don't know, kids, maybe I AM the metal man after all." He was very charismatic with the students. Then, suddenly we were doing this experiment. Wolverine turned off the lights, and we had to observe these jars. In the jars, there were apples, and applesauce with cinnamon, but it was DE that it was sand, and a sand storm. We had to observe what was happening, and anything important that we saw. Like I mentioned earlier, the social norms were very strange. It was frowned upon to work outside of a group, although everyone in my group wasn't talking to each other. After observing, Wolverine turned the lights back on, and he asked the class what they saw. People were raising their hands, and mentioning things like the colors, and the shapes, but not the obvious. I went to raise my hand to mention that there as a storm inside the jar. But people got mad at me, and Wolverine called on the top kid in class. He mention other things but not the storm. Then Wolverine called on this kid in the front who had to pay the top kid in class to be able to say the correct answer, which was the storm.

The last part of the dream was only a fragment. It had something to do with a computer program that was essentially a bicycle kit, and the name of it was this pun for bikes, but I'm sure it wouldn't make sense in waking reality, even if I did remember what it was.

Cay's Dreams
-I was on the bus, on a side road that branches off of the main one, which we go down to drop off a couple of kids. Suddenly, the bus came to a screeching halt. People fell out of their seats. We were herded off the bus and into an open trailer, which would seem to be made to accomodate cattle, except for the handrails that resembled those on either side of an escalator. J.G. stood at the front like a tour guide, and cordially informed us that we were going to "experience meat processing first hand".

-I was attending some school dance. I left earlier than planned, and I'm pretty sure I changed clothes in full view somewhere. Time skip. People were at my house, many of whom I didn't know; in fact, the only ones I recognized among them S.G., D.M., D.Cl., and D.B. I guess it might've been a sort of party. I stayed in my room most of the time.

-I was on some sort of racing cart with Azra and D.R. I was steering, Azra was in charge of acceleration/deceleration, and D.R. just waved a flag at the back, and shouted rude things at the other racers as we wound through a mucky, wet, mostly brick city that from the accents of the competitors I suspected was in England.

-I was at my brother's and sister-in-law's again, as I had been the preceding evening. I played with the baby a bit, and wrestled with the dog. The television was turned to an unfamiliar news channel. I heard without really listening, "I lost myself, I lost myse-e-elf...." then my ears pricked up as the anchorwoman began with "Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke, 42, died at 12:50 PM today when his flight bound for..." "Dude, what?!" I cried, waking the baby, who cried in turn. "...Yorke was a cult icon who will surely be mourned this evening worldwide." The broadcast ended with the end of "Last Flowers"- "...too bright, too powerful..." and the fading image of Yorke at a piano.