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The dream scene was JMU down devon lane. The road extended out to a rural neighborhood and there was a forest surrounding the houses and road. Eventually I was over near the food lion but it was a huge apartment building. We're meeting there for my sustainability class.

I was outside on UVA's campus but it looked different. There was a person in a UNC outfit putting up signs everywhere even though UVA had beat them. I go inside and it looks like a church. Judy is there, I think we did something sexual. I look over and there's another couple having sex but the girl is obviously faking everything and then I start to question if every girl I had been with was doing the same.

Later on I was in ECL library at a computer. I had three stacks of brownie trays. I was trying to stack them up and leave but people were coming up and taking them. I run up to someone and yell at them but then immediately say they can have some. Someone who I didn't see had eaten a pattern into the trays.

I had been lured onto a rusty derelict cargo ship, where I was confronted by Satan (who looked mostly human). He suggested I should just 'turn myself in'. Then two really hot women appeared, his henchwomen, who I think were assassins who were supposed to kill me (I think). I ended up accidentally seducing them (played with her belly ring at some point) and almost having a threesome. One of them was a Twi'lek, the other was human.

Then there was a scene in a graveyard. I opened some kind of 'gate' or fence. This was the last dream/hallucination before waking.

I was being hunted by a mob of angry people, like an inquisition. There was another guy also being hunted, and the mob seemed to want him more. We ran off out of a town, into a forest. I hid in the brush, while most of my pursuers went after the other guy, who just kept running. But three guys of the inquisition at the back of the pack spotted me. I think I climbed a vine hanging from a tree. I stupidly swung back and forth while the three men below men looked at me, confused. This is where the dream went on a tangent and got a little dirty. I came down and saw two young women by a building in the distance. They were talking. As I approached, one of them walked away, leaving just the cute blonde. She was way out of my league, but I knew this wasn't real without being lucid. Kind of knowing this is a dream and I can do whatever I please, I walked over to her and kissed her. She wasn't really having it at first, but as I kept going she got more into it. Characters' reactions in dreams are mostly based on our own feelings, so I guess that's why she was reluctant at first (I'm awkward when approaching people) and got into it as I got more turned on myself. We ended up trying to have sex, but I felt the dream was about to end, and it did. Right before it could get really interesting.

I was in a commercial airliner. Right after takeoff, I could immediately feel something was wrong. It all happened so fast, I had no real time to fear for my life. The plane crashed, and by the time I realized what happened, I was in a burning wreck. The only survivor.

Not sure how it happened, but I was having sex with some girl. No details required. I'll save those for my private dream log offline.

Very pleasant dream. I was laying in a bed. In the same room, my older brother was sitting at a desk, working/playing on a computer. I think the doorbell rang, or someone knocked on the door, and two women entered the room. One woman had black, medium-long hair and looked young, in her late teens. The other was blonde, and appeared early middle-aged. I assumed it was her mom. When looking at them again, I noticed the blonde looked younger now, in her twenties probably. The black-haired girl also looked to be in her mid-20's now. She looked at me, and we made eye contact. She smiled. A gorgeous, seductive smile. I immediately knew she liked me. Feeling brave, I winked at her. Then pretended to continue sleeping, even though I was definitely not sleeping. I don't know how the scene evolved from there, but both my brother and the blonde had disappeared. The girl got in bed with me, and stuff happened from there. I'll save you the details. But it was good. A lot of passion for a complete stranger. At some point she asked what I did for a living. I answered truthfully (unemployed but looking), but to be honest I wasn't very interested in small talk and just wanted to keep going.

At some point, I started losing the dream. The image froze and I felt I was awake (but eyes still closed). I focused to continue the scene, and it worked. I was trying various positions, and while doing this the dream froze again. Her face looked like a badly textured CG character before rendering. This time, I knew the game was up and I could no longer stabilize the dream. I was quite annoyed I couldn't climax in the dream before waking up.

This dream was memorable because in reality I feel fundamentally unlovable, and this DC made me feel... attractive? Also, when the dream started getting unstable, I knew how to stabilize it, implying partial lucidity.

I was on a 'bus' with a guy from work (Eddy). I sad down in the 'forbidden seat'. Someone immediately pointed out I wasn't supposed to sit there. Notes also say "very bright ceiling tile"? Not sure what that means.

I had a fight with my dad again. I got emotional because of an old picture of my mom. I thought it was recent birthday picture at first. My dad saw something was up, but decided to be an insensitive dick and make me feel like shit. He said, in Dutch: "Ge zit daar te trillen als ne halve gare", meaning: "You sit there, shaking like a moron" and a lot more rude BS. Really summarizes how I see my dad. Incapable of dealing with emotions.

I was in Barcelona with my class from school (an event that actually happened twice, in 2007 and 2008). The weather was really sunny and warm, and it was winter. I met a cute girl and we had sex. There was some foot fetishism going on, nothing too extreme. Afterwards, we were outside and I kissed her goodbye. My "friends" (at the time, now mortal enemies) were there too, watching. The girl was taller than me, by the way. I noticed that because I'm always super insecure about my pitiful height for a male. Anyway, we had to leave (get on the plane to fly back home), but bullies hid my shoes so I couldn't leave. I found some dirty shoes at a place we came through before, thrown away by those fucking bullies. On my way back through the city (a ruined house?), I saw some landmarks I hadn't photographed yet (the Sagrada is one of them), and it made me wish I had more time. I could technically leave whenever I wanted, so I could maybe visit the girl again first.

Morning of September 19, 2017. Tuesday.



In the first part of my dream, in the first non-lucid segment, I am in a typical scenario where I am in a bookstore (or what is firstly perceived as one) and looking at various comic books and graphic novels. This goes on for a long time as I gather a stack together to keep. The books are unfamiliar, thus new to me, though some are implied to be older (as far back as the 1970s).

At this stage, the personified preconscious is present as a younger unfamiliar male. Curiously, he is painting, as if there was also an art studio here. It is not much bigger than A4 size and lying on the table that I am sitting at eventually. It seems to be a landscape with flowers in the foreground.

I tell him how I had painted, with a paint-by-number kit when I was a boy, two skulls. I explain how they were two singular portraits of skeletal pirates, shown from about the chest up. (This is based on a real-life event and thus atypically, is a real memory.) He said he had never heard of them. “Oh, they were quite popular,” I reply. I then go on to describe how my older brother Earl had started a very large paint-by-number of the Mona Lisa, but had never finished. (This was also a real event, from the early 1970s.)

Eventually, I decide to walk out of what now seems like a second-hand store. I have a stack of graphic novels and comic books at least a foot high. However, it seems confused with the free bookstore, where (in real life) there is no one present other than the patrons and one is trusted to trade books of equal value on their own. A cashier, an older unfamiliar female, stops me by asking what I am doing. She is at a counter to my right. Apparently, I have to pay for the books, possibly a lot of money, which I do not have on me, which I tell her. I also protest in that I tell her I had left food on a previous visit. It does not seem to matter to her. I still apparently have to pay for these books now.

I take out my wallet and the contents of my right pants pocket and see that I have only coins, which I place on the counter, which has now suddenly shifted to the opposite side of the room and farther back from the entrance of the store - a subliminally willed (non-lucid dream control) attempt at reinduction, that is, I had consciously but subliminally willed the counter back from my dream’s implied exit point as well as shifting it from the right to the left, as right is more typical of waking symbolism orientation. (The checkout of a store symbolizes a specific level of emergent consciousness as a common liminal space end marker in my dreams, fully understood as such since I was very young. This does not mean every dream ends shortly after a checkout is rendered, but it does indicate a precursor to an expected shift in consciousness, not necessarily full wakefulness, though that is often the case).

The preconscious factors had transmuted from the artist (which symbolizes potential lucidity, though my non-lucid dream self does not realize this) to the elderly female cashier, though an unfamiliar male with a beard joins her on her right (the same orientation Zsuzsanna and I are presently sleeping in). The other male looks at my coins. Three of them are unusual in that they are mostly featureless other than having an embossed circle on them. “These are tally-hoes,” he says. This seems to mean that they may not be coins for buying something but possibly for use with public transport, or perhaps of little value. (Of course, “Tally-ho”, here an absentminded association with tallying up the total price as in “tally whole cost”, is here also a codeword for the waking transition analogous as the dream self hunting for the fox, which represents the precursor to coalescence back into conscious self identity and critical thinking skills or cleverness which the dream self does not typically possess.)

From here, my mode of non-lucid dream control increments. I decide to leave the store with the books anyway, by teleporting and phasing through the entrance door without opening it (another form of subliminal reinduction, that is, even though I do not know I am dreaming, I deliberately manipulate it, a very common state of in-dream awareness for me).

Still, they are heavy to carry, but I do not mind that much. It seems to be late at night. I notice that the moon is of an unusual appearance as a number of unusual clouds encircle it. The moon imagery is within the blue sky even though the rest of the sky is dark. Understanding that this image of the nighttime sky is absurd, I now become fully lucid and I decide to actively change and sustain my dream.

The first act I perform is to joyfully throw my books onto the ground, as there is no sense in carrying them (or to be weighed down by them) in the dream state. I feel physically lighter and very happy to realize I am dreaming due to lifelong understanding of taking full conscious self advantage of this state. I enter apex lucidity and decide to create a park and have a sustained and augmented sexual encounter with Zsuzsanna. After this, I will it again. Parts of my body are “buzzing” with pleasure and our climaxes are extended (probably due to the Tetris effect from so many real-life events). However, I eventually shift into a different form of lucidity, where my dream is so realistic, that my dream self starts to question if my real physical body is somehow walking around (which of course is a ridiculous thought, but this has happened in past lucid dreams of a higher and sustained form), so I decide to initiate waking to find that I (that is, my sleeping physical body) had not moved at all. Still, there is something about the bliss, freedom, and even perceived safety of apex lucidity that is hard to describe.

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Yesterdays “opening of the lion's gate” in astrological terms had me set some intentions throughout the day. These were primarily poised in the directions of letting go of limiting fears and beliefs, while also opening up to the power deep within me, centred around my heart and solar plexus area. I accepted to work with energy, light energy, accepted whatever life needed of me I would oblige, despite fearing what this might be.

In practical terms it involves committing deeper to the energetic and spiritual work in contributing to the world and its beings. This is fear provoking for me since it involves disclosing publicly to the world that I have strong spiritual and shamanic experiences.

Ha! In a way this forum is golden as it is a sort of cheating platform to disclose secrets and try it all out.

As of late – maybe the past 1-2 weeks I have experienced a tremendous kind of release. A release in limiting beliefs, physical fear sensations as well as attachments to concepts – particularly in the area of relationships and romanticism. I feel stronger, a resurgence in my confidence levels and a readiness to start giving more of myself to the world. It feels good saying “more” as I have also started recognising more and more that some of the voluntary conversations and modes of operating in the world for me are valuable contributions.

Well that is enough context, on with the dreams:

Dream (and waking visualisations) 1: “Sexual exploration”

I find myself in a large living room. I am sleeping on the sofa, it is my father's brother and wife's house. It is in the middle of the night and I look up on the wall towards the massive television on the wall. I know that if I turn it on there will be porn on pretty much all the channels.

I decide to turn it on, though before the image appears after having turned on the telly I turn down the volume all the way to minimum. I am a little surprised to find that there is still sound coming through, yet the sound isn't horrible so I allow the porn scene to keep running.

It is an orgy of sorts. In particular I find my attention dwelling on a guy wearing a leather hood, while he is fucking a woman lying below him as he is standing up.

I get aroused and go to the toilet to make preparations. While there I decide to try and observe how my arousal and dick respond to simply watching the porn without stimulating myself.

I wake up

As I am awake I find myself aroused and hard. I don't masturbate, but massage my perineum and find it interesting and somewhat easier than normal to circulate the sexual energy around my body. In particular I notice that I am extremely connected down the front, where I am in touch with my body.

I then start focusing on Cille. I think of her “hole in the back” and I see how there are shadowy finger marks around the hole. So I visualise and start clearing the hole with fire, ask Raphael for help to seal the hole, which I do with the opposing triangles that compose the visual representation of the heart chakra.

I further start healing Felix, if he wants to accept it of course, and ask for assistance in burning out the things he doesn't wish to see or that are preventing him from being happy and present in this life.

Dream 2: “The magical island, climbing surface and an elven bridge”

I am standing in a cave, which opens out over a big lagoon where in the middle is a small island. This island is composed mainly of steep cliff sides and a forest in the middle. Just before the main island there is a long, narrow rocky cliff side coming out of the water. The weather is bright and sunny, there seems to be a clear blue sky above the water.

An arrow appears above us, and a small humanoid figure jumps up and catches it and slaps it in the cliff side above us, there are transparent fishing lines attached to the arrow. Following an elven figure swings across the gap between the cave and the water, maybe a mile or two. The elven figure is wearing green and orange and is like a ferryman, there to swings us one by one across the water.

There is some talk about the attractiveness of the climbing cliff side – 700 metres facing the water of the island.

There is some discussion that the journey has taken too long, about 4 hours and that it could be due to the elven “swinging ferry man” can only take on one passenger at a time.

Dream ends.

Dream 3: “Lost at sea, coming home”

I am at sea in a dingy boat, lost and at the mercy of the sea. I am there with Mikkel L and we have been there for some time. It is mid day and we are drifting along the waves.

We sail past a boat, which we initially hope can rescue us, but find that it is full of refugees and for some reason it doesn't even become relevant to be rescued here.

I sarcastically remark that it would be a good opportunity to practice broadsiding this ship, opening up with all four canons on one side of our ship.

Out in the horizon, far away, I see a sail ship – looking from the silhouette like an ancient Viking ship – and a small blotch of a ship. I hope that this is ships that can assist us.

From a far distance the ship that started out as a small blotch shoots its cannons. One on one side of our boat and another on the other. I feel them as being warning shots, but I also feel afraid.

As we approach the ship I realise it is the largest one I have ever seen. It is black and probably around 30-50 metres tall from the water. I wave my arms in surrender and declare an interest in wanting to be saved, all the while I think about how nice it would be if I had access to white clothing.

Luckily the ship understands our gestures and predicaments and they start throwing down ladders we can grab onto. I find however that the ship is practically racing across the surface of the water in the opposite direction to our boat, but I nevertheless jump into the water and swim for the boat.

I can't latch on to any of the ladders, but a door just above the waterline is opened, and a wooden entry plank is pushed out and I prostrate as I enter the ship in deep gratitude.

I am met by the captain – Tim Smith – who asks me if it was Mikkel on the boat with me. I acknowledge the affirmative and Mr Smith continues to ask: “Is it true that he has a blog running about his journeys across the sea?”, to which I reply “yes” and then Tim asks “Has he written a book about it?”, “No” I reply.

Then I see pages lifted up before me in a completely different scenario, sort of a beach bar with trees and sunshine in the background. On the pages a story is being written in bright red, it seems to be a draft from the blog to the book.

Dream ends.

There are a few interesting themes at play here.

The first dream is highly sexual in nature, and incorporates both the animalistic nature – as displayed in the orgy – but also the renunciation of traditional friction based sex, as I attain pleasure through massaging my perineum and working with circulating energy. It is interesting that the man is hooded, representing a hidden aspect of myself that I have been trying to neglect – a yearning for the sexual exploration of the animalistic that I have particularly not mentioned to Cille, where I have emphasised the tantric, energetic unity aspect of sex.

This aspect of a hidden yearning to explore is also symbolised in wanting to keep the volume down, so I am not noticed as I go on with my explorations. I have an instinctive feeling that this pertains to wanting this phase of my life to remain hidden from Cille.

From an astrological point of view, this aspect of the dream seems to be an encouragement. There is an opportunity now to explore my sexual nature – again not being with Cille here being significant – in particular the more playful and kinky aspect of it. This is further symbolised by my approach towards it “wanting to observe what it does to me” rather than starting to masturbate straight away. It would seem like there is a gentle reminder to continue working towards embracing my sexuality and that it is coming up as a point of focus (which is also symbolised in the Elven figure, who acts like a bridge, dressed in Orange and Green – bridging the sexual/sensual chakra with the heart chakra.

The second dream I see a lot of myself in the elven figure. A bridge between this and that world – symbolising my shamanic aspirations. The number 4 appear, which to me could be a pointer towards the four elements – accepting the spiritual – but also 4 quadrants of the mandala, and thus the complete and fully realised self. The fact that the number 4 appears as an irritation, that the journey is taking too long, point towards a disturbing element in my current workings. This I intuitively feel is related to how I worry about financial stability – which isn't to say that it doesn't matter, but that I am spending too much energy thinking about this instead of following my heart. There is a slightly greedy element to how the elven figure charges for the ferrying, which is an affirmative of this. I believe it points towards the fact that I want to open up more towards group oriented practices in my vocational life, as opposed to individual style therapeutics.

I do find myself comfortable in the role as a bridge between worlds, serving as a guide between the somewhat disturbing emotions that can arise on the spiritual path (Orange) and in accepting and coming to grips with newer senses of identity in a loving manner (Green).

Dream 3: This pertains to my acceptance of a more spiritual and energetic mode of operating and giving to the world. I have long been caught in the emotional flux caused by wanting to adhere to both a strict scientific and fluid spiritual identity – I have been lost at sea (emotionality) and seeing refugees (fleeing my call) can no longer serve me. Again I see the number 4 – as in broadsiding the refugees with 4 canons, which again points to the 4 quadrants of the mandala – here symbolising that I am no longer in the process of fleeing or escaping my true nature or my purpose with being here on the planet.

There is an interesting theme in converting the blog/notes to a book, with the text being red as this could symbolise that financial security could come about through writing about the journey. The fact that it isn't me the journey is about could point towards the opportunities lying in writing about others, where both Cille and Nils are on the table.

This session turned somewhat long, and I would like to cut it off by at least and hour. However it is the first time in a while that I write down my dreams and adding an interpretation didn't actually take as long as I recall.

For the future group processes setting the context isn't going to be as extensive, as that will be done in process groups and dealt with through ongoing communication. Honestly 45-60 minutes of the time spent on this entry probably goes for procrastination on Facebook.

Last night bed around 8 pm

WBTB 2:14 am - 4:11 am

2:41am - 3x 300 alpha GPC (300 more than normal 600 dose)
4:11am 8mgs Galantamine

I was really sleepy and ready to fall asleep just on time, about 15 min into taking GM, 2hr 45 min into taking GPC.

But dangit, had to get up 4 times, every time when I was on the verge. I got pissed (and I realized that I shouldn't have, because no problem is big enough to put me in bad mood and nix my WILDing chance). So I just said ef it and laid on my side, knowing that I had WILDs here as well, so I knew I can still do it. I just couldn't lay on my usual WILD position on my back with pillows anymore.

So I finally fell asleep just as the GM was one hour into it's effect, on the top of it, and so was GPC, at it's peak at 3 hrs after taking it.

I was in a dream in some situation 100% sure I'm not dreaming. To prove it to someone, I counted my fingers. There was 6, then 8, then over 10. I realized I'm dreaming.

Started walking around and remembered the Turn the Moon blue TOTM. Looked for the Moon, but didn't see it, again. So I remembered some personal goals I set my intent on doing during WBTB. I turned around thinking - behind me is my past life. I looked, but I don't think it was behind me. When I turned back in front of me, there was a distant scene. All lit in deep blue, silver, black illumination. Almost like light through blue ice. 5-6 steps, made of stone, very long ones. Like leading to a throne. 3-4 warriors were standing on those stairs. Dark looking, scary, ominous. Holding spears. Reminded me of those frozen warriors from Thor movie, that Thor went to fight to their frozen planet.

I turned away thinking it's too scary and no way I'm gonna explore that. But next second I changed my mind and got excited about my decision to actually go there and see if it's really dangerous, or if some adventure awaits. Since I learned that not everything that looks scary actually is and it's good to overcome your fears. (I'm also doing this in my lucids when I'm exploring houses.)

After this, I found myself in some sexual situation. I was already losing lucidity here, so majority of this was in a non-lucid.

Some private house, getting ready for a sx party. Closing curtains and such, undressing. Lots of preparations. Not sure if it even got to any action. I know someone was there whom I knew, and rules were that if that happens, you can leave, coz that's awkward. But that person happend to be my boss in WL and they said No, I can't leave. Lol, being screwed over at work is translating beautifully into my dreams, haha.

I'm off today, but wasn't planning on WILDing. Then I woke up around 1am and wasn't able to fall back asleep.

So I got up, watched some TV and took

2x300 Alpha GPC - 2:47am
8mgs Galantamine - 3:53am

and went back to sleep on the sofa.

Next thing I know, I'm sitting up, laying down, sitting up, laying down... over and over.
I realize I'm dreaming and I added some feet to head flat sliding motion. Then I hovered out of the room in the same position.

I decided right away that I want some sx, after not LDing for about 3 wks. I got some 2 long sx episodes.

Next time, i don't remember how, but I ended up on the street. Started walking slowly. I noticed how good my awareness is and how long it lasts. I wanted to do something meaningful, haha, so I kneeled down and started to pour dirt through my hands while noticing how it feels.

Then I remembered the TOTM - change the moon to blue. I read what dreamvixen said in the thread and at that time I decided that I want to do this task.

I looked up and it was at night, but overcast. I kept looking for the moon. Did the "hey look, there is the moon", but it didn't work. That's when I said forget it and got some more sx.

06-03-2017 -- This one was from a month ago, jotted it down immediately, but didn't have time to get it on the computer until now. Much of the earliest bits have faded, but I am probably Harry Potter, judging by much of the stuff that comes later. It is late at night and I am trying to get some sleep, but I am rooming with a slightly stuck up but more or less OK Draco Malfoy. So while I am looking for a little bit of private relaxation time before falling asleep, Draco has been getting more and more into muggle electronics, so wants my help setting up his TV, cable box, DVD, video game systems and so on. So I'm kind of half-assing it, hoping in the process he doesn't stumble across porn and go nuts about it.

I've got most of the stuff at least partly hooked up when somebody new wanders in and notices that his VCR doesn't have the cable channels tuned in, so he's only getting 6 or 7 broadcast channels, and the new guy starts to correct that, and is also showing him how to hook up and use his CB radio. Since he's now got other help, I'm more than happy to just turn around and head to bed.

The next thing I know, I find I'm in a new circumstance that relates to several past dreams, including the Doctor Who/BtVS dream of a few months ago, and many others, including various secret passage dreams and more. I find myself outside an old three or four story house that I think I fought a plant in during another dream I can't find to link to, and I have a lot of memories of the last time I was here, and the things I had to do, but not exactly, or in what order, so I'm still having to puzzle a lot of it out.

I start on the West side of the house, can't say what floor, but I'm kind of looking in a window at a room where the mom has fallen through a trap door in the floor (and possibly also time ala the Tonks scene in the above Doctor Who dream) to a lower dungeon-style room. The thing is, she'll need to be rescued on that floor (and in that time), not through the trap door she fell through. Meanwhile, though I should only have a limited view through the window, I can somehow see all kinds of people wandering up and down stairways throughout the house, though they should be out of sight, and quite possibly in other times. Strange.

I move along the back side of the house, the area that most seems like the plant-fighting area, then I find myself in a hallway along the East side of the house, and there are ghosts wandering through the area, some helping and some hindering the regular people. At first I seem to be one of the ghosts, but as time goes on, I become more and more solid. Meanwhile, I am trying to use my half-remembered knowledge from previous dreams to help the regular people solve the 'puzzle' (it's all feeling kind of like a hidden object game), and am giving instructions. I point to one ghost in a room next to the corridor, and ask it to grab some tools and bring it to me.

I realize almost immediately that this is unlikely to work. The ghost is probably not going to be able to pick up the tools, because it is a ghost. But it might be able to pick them up if that room is in the same time as the ghost, but even if it can pick them up, it probably won't be able to take them out of the room, and finally, if it did get them out of the room, then the tools would probably be insubstantial to me, so I probably wasted my time making the request. The ghost grabs the tools, and starts to bring them to me, but as it passes through the doorway, the door slams shut, and I figure the tools remain in the room. But no, the ghost kept them and brought them to me, and I found I was able to hold them, so that's why I figured I must be a ghost, too, at this point.

I follow the East corridor to a large room at the back of the house, where there are a lot of people and ghosts around, and a lot of junk to possibly sort through. One of the ghosts is an old-fashioned housekeeper dressed in the appropriate garb, and looking just like Hermione Baddeley as the housekeeper in Mary Poppins. The room is one where I found Luna Lovegood in another time trap in a different dream, but this time there is no sign of her. Instead it is a long room with piles of junk to actually climb over, and some broken and damaged walls being guarded by an angry and dangerous tiger, who has several tiny ghost tiger cubs in the area. I suddenly manage to remember that I have to find some balls of ghost food to feed the ghost tiger cubs to be able to get by the real tiger.

I ask the housekeeper to hand me the box full of food balls, and I start trying to toss them across the room into the cubs' food bowls, but being ghostly balls, they have no mass, so don't toss well. First I try to help them along by blowing on them, and it helps a little, but not enough. Finally I just throw the entire box of food, which gives it just enough mass to reach the other side of the room, and get a little bit of food in all five bowls. So I carefully creep past the ghost kittens, and the live tiger leaves me alone, and I crawl over more of the stuff, getting nearer and nearer to the ceiling, where I find a sort of secret passage way. It looks like there is a wall, but it's an illusion, and you can move right through it.

I crawl up into a hallway on the floor above, and again I can remember it from other dreams (but not any particular dream the I can link to). I am now in a medium-length corridor. I crawled up through a passage at the floor level, and I know that there is another passage directly across from it at ceiling level, but it seems whatever point I have arrived at, we either have not yet found the step-ladder that we'll need to climb to reach the ceiling passage, or we haven't moved it here yet.

There are doors at both ends of the hallway. The end close to the two secret passages is behind me, and it doesn't seem important. It is probably the first way we entered the hallway, early on in things. I seem to remember the door at the other end of the hallway being locked, and we have to pick the lock. I send my friend off to find the step-ladder, and head to the door at the end of the corridor, just to find it is already unlocked, so we must have already gotten that step taken care of.

Spoiler for Humor and Sex:

I open the door to somehow find myself on the floor, looking into a bathroom. There are three stalls in front of me, and being on the floor, I can see two sets of legs in the first stall, and one pair of legs in the third stall. I recognize those legs and that skirt. It's my girlfriend, Hermione Granger. (Remember, in this dream I'm Harry Potter.) I walk up to the stall right as she opens it and begins to step out. I gently push her back in, give her a passionate kiss, and start feeling her up. She asks me "Is this really the time?" but I don't stop. I gently push her down, pull down her panties, and start eating her out, and she begins to moan.

By this time, the stalls have turned sort of transparent, and we can see the two girls in the stall on the end who are making out (and getting more active as they hear Hermione moaning), and there is another guy standing outside the stalls, watching us as well. I ignore all of them, and just keep on with what I'm doing, enjoying myself immensely. About this time, a ghost drifts into the room.

She is an early ancestor of Hermione's, from perhaps Edwardian times, and is wearing an outfit that looks like one of the Main Street costumes from the Disneyland is Your Land stage show, except instead of being bright red, white and blue, it is in muted shades of brown. The ghost is supposed to come in and start ranting at Hermione about something, and she is just starting her rant when she notices what is going on. "Wha ... what are you ...? Is he ...?" She breaks from the script with "Don't let him get away, girl ... he's a keeper!" Meanwhile, I'm dropping my own pants and pulling her down on me to ever more moans. Very pleasant dream.

Since I did not write the moment I woke up, they're all lost in my mind right now. And I forgot to update yesterday.

03/06/2017
College
So, I was in college; the bedroom was very girly and my roomates were three korean girls, all of them really cute and sweet. I asked them what they think about Japan, they say they went there and loved it, because it was so clean and better than Korea. One of them makes me sweet bread. So, I fall in love with this guy, I am a little confused if he was redhead or not; another guy, a more handsome one, blonde, blue eyes, is in love with me. He seems like he wants to do skinship and maybe sex with me, I tell him he's exactly my type but I refuse it anyways. He seemed very sweet but got a little disappointed. Later on, I take a look at the dormitory, almolst everyone is sleeping, it seriously looks like a big hungover. As I walk, the room doors are all open, and I see a guy sleeping all naked, with his bum showing. There's a carpet next to each door, and they seem to reflect the personality of each room. It seems like Iggy Azalea is my friend and studies at the same college I do (lmao), and she's having a little rivalry with Azealia Banks (just like in real life), but since SHE's my friend, I feel like I should take sides with her if something happens.

04/06/2017
The Sims Dream - First Dream after I woke up at 4:00
I was with my cousin sitting on a tree at my Grandma's farm, and we started discussing about SimCity; I remember talking about how the creators were trying to make the game appeal to the lgbt community or something. So I took a close look at the game (now the game became the ground) and saw that some bridges in the game had the shape of genital organs, but of course, it was a dream, so the dreamy genital organs looked nothing like real life ones.


My Chemical Romance - Second dream after I woke up at 8:00
So I dreamed about a handsome boy I had a crush on, he was kinda emo, but handsome (although I don't remmeber clearly, but all boys in my dreams I have a crush on are handsome), and we were in a house and I had my laptop; me, him and his friends we sitting down and I was playing popular songs from the past to see if they remembered the names and singers, etc. Then I was going to play MCR's Helena, but I changed my mind and decided to play Welcome to the Black Parade. Before I played I fucked up something, but then it started to play, but they all kinda ignored me and went to my grandma's bedroom (but this one is the other grandma) and I insisted and followed them and played the song, well, they didn't give a fuck.

Blood
This was not a dream itself, it was part of one of the previous dreams, but I don't remember which cause I am a stupid hoe. Anyways, I had to have my blood collected, so I was in this clinic with two guys, one of them was fat and kind, the other one was a woman; I am not sure, but I THINK I was talking about how hard it is everytime I have to get my blood collected for blood tests, because it's soooo hard to make my veins pop out, so usually they have to use 6 needles until they get blood enough (this actually happens in real life).

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Time for interpretation XD

Redhead -> My real life platonic love is a redhead, although I live far away from him now, everytime I hear his name I get so nervous feel like I'm gonna puke my heart out. Just the day before, I was thinking about how awesome I would be if I had a mutual dream with him;

He wants to do skinship and sex with me but I refuse it -> In real life, I repress my sexuality a lot for personal reasons, so I think because of that, I dream a lot with situations involving sex;

Grandma's farm -> I have a lot of dreams located at my grandma's farm since I was a kid;

SimCity -> Game me and my cousin were playing not too long ago (same cousin from the dream);

MCR -> Just yesterday I was listening to My Chem's songs and watched a movie called "Suicide Room" and it was about an emo boy.

I'm gonna realize I'm dreaming everytime these appear:
-Sex situations
-Grandma's farm

I was captured by nazis. This female officer had me stand in the middle of the small room. She started unbuttoning my sweater. I got a bit nervous. She was saying something, but I don't remember what. Then she slowly unbuttoned my white shirt. I started to ask her not to continue, but I knew it's useless. I started to notice other people sitting on simple wooden chairs on the left side, by the wall. And I better put the rest in my private DJ. Sorry. I can say though, that after a while of not having happy endings, I had at least 2 last night. And this coz someone called me a nazi yesterday : D

I was with two girls. They were both attractive, but I liked the blonde the most. We were in a "fight club" situation or sorts... we were fighting for fun, and decided no one should hold back. It felt liberating, being able to unleash all that pent-up aggression on a willing adversary. Temporary freedom from the drug that is 'civilization'. I thought to myself that I wanted to get to know the blonde girl better, once we were done beating the crap out of each other.

Not sure I want to go into too much detail here. I was 'busy' with a cute black prostitute. My brother was nearby. Yeah.

Last night
bed 10:30 pm
GPC (600 mgs) - 3 am
WBTB - 4 am - 4:45 am
GM (8mgs) - 4:45 am - sofa time
Got up at 5:15am to potty, then lay on my left side and WILD
LD estimate - 40 min long

Woke up from a 40 min lucid at 6:45.

1. Climbing
In a huge, gymnasium size room. Climbing up on ropes, ledges, jumping from one to next with incredible ease. Feels great.

2. Phone TOTM
I decide to see if anybody is calling, so I pull out my phone from my pants pocket, same as in last dream. I'm thinking about holding it to my ear with my shoulder, but don't want to drop it while climbing that high. I couldn't make it ring, so another TOTM fail.

3. Tell me a story TOTM
In a room with tons of DCs. I remember the "Ask a DC to tell you a story" TOTM.
I walk up to a young asian woman. I ask her to tell me a story. She says "NO". I'm like "wut?" So I walk up to another woman to my right, standing with group of friends. I again ask her to tell me a story. She is obviously looking for words, but I sense a rejection. While I wait, I lose interest and move on, and possibly lose lucidity here for a bit.

4. Smoke monsters
Probably same building. Someone says something about some monsters outside. I look outside peeking through the door and there is a huge smoke figure. Looks like a tornado reaching from ground to high into the skies, in faint shape of a humanoid figure. It's all moving, you can see the dark smoke swirl and move.

We try to run, but as I look behind next corner, another smoke figure is coming from there, and another one from third direction. We kinda run around a bit in a panicked chaos.

5. Your mind is a room - take the elevator to the deepest levels TOTM - success
I find myself in a medium sized, almost empty room. Something like a lobby, but on upper levels. I remember this TOTM and say out loud, very clearly and articulately: This room is my mind. I repeat it once more.

When I'm satisfied that it's so, I say "there is an elevator behind me". (When reading this TOTM and one attempt during the WBTB, I decided that UP is the way to go to the deepest/highest levels of my mind. Plus I don't like to go down, because of the negative association with that.)

I turn and walk to the barely visible door in the wall. I open it and walk into another, much smaller room, but it's not the elevator. I walk through another door and I force it to be an elevator by walking to the wall and looking for controls until I see them. They are the regular 1-9 numerals. I can't decide if it should be 1 or 2, and while another person presses some number, I look for an arrow UP and when I find it, I press it. The controls are barely visible. They are same shiny metallic as the rest of the wall, and flush with the wall. Hard to see. I make it to the top floor.

The door opens into a busy, bustling room which looks like produce section of a grocery store. There are tables with fruits and vegetables and people taking care of them. (ok, so now my real life job is my subC?) Anyway, I'm surprised by this.

6. Yeah, there was sex ofc.

I did a lot of hovering, flying up with ease, and when it started to be hard, I just forced it to be easy again by not forcing it, just by knowing it's easy.