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Date: 11/09/11
Time: -
Memory Clarity: 5/10

Our class is standing in two long lines at the back of our school hall, as though we're about to put on a concert. We're not really doing much but I was trying to put my arm around the person to my left, I have no idea who it was or what gender they were or if they were even a person. Eventually after a while of doing that, some people bring in what everyone describes as 'midgets.' As they are brought in, I see that they are tiny tropical birds, all brightly coloured. They sit on the stage near us, and they have clear, human voices. I wanted to stare at them but I knew I shouldn't cause they were 'midgets'. Two people from my school then sing a duet in which they pretend to kiss - the song is essentially 'Can You See the Love Tonight'.

Memory Clarity: 7/10

My brother has invited an absurd amount of people over to the house, and instead of having a party or whatever, they all simply want to sleep over. So my family room has mattresses and blankets everywhere, with people in them, and although I don't actually go there, I'm aware that my brother's room is the same deal. For some reason instead of sleeping in my room, I have to find a spot in the family room among everyone else. I see a couple of chairs with blankets on them, but when I pull back the blankets there are people sleeping there. I eventually find a spot on the floor, and watch as my brother plays a racing game with 11 of his friends. The set-up is that 6 are playing on the Xbox in the family room, and 6 are on the one in his room. My mum comes in and tells me to go to bed, but after heatedly negotiating I avoid this.

I am at home, and on a whim I decide to take our Harley-Davidson motorcycle (which we dont actually have) and ride it around the neighbourhood, naked. It's late at night so I assume I won't be seen much, however unfortunately as I pull out the neighbour is returning home, and sees me, and then when I'm riding around I happen to come across almost everyone I know at various points. This dream was very frustrating as it was very vivid, and I thought it was completely real, and so I was extremely annoyed at the astronomical odds that on one night I could see so many people that I know. They were seperate too, not in a group or anything, but rather all there on their own business, unconnected. It was the kind of dream that, after I woke up, I was immensly relieved that it hadn't happened and I wasn't about to be embarrassed by everyone.

June 16th, 2011

I don't remember the beginning of the dream, but I'm pretty sure it was one of my sister's softball games. All I know was that my friend, Bailee was there. It was dark out and it was storming really hard, because i remember seeing "rain-devils", or dust-devils made out of rain...

But anyway... the part(s) I remember:

I was sitting in the backseat of the car and my mom was driving. We were going to Bailee's house, but I felt like I was the only one in the car. It was really dark and it was storming hard (this added a sense of chaos and urgency). I saw a ton of rain-devils. i was probably scared, but i don't really remember. Then I looked at my mom and wondered if she fell asleep. I know I was scared at this point. I kept looking at the road and then back at my mom to see if she was asleep. Even though she was right in front of me, it was like if I looked at the back of the seat I was actually looking at her.

All this went on for a couple minutes. Then, I looked at her seat and she slowly opened her eyes. It turns out she was asleep, and not even looking at the road! She didn't even know she was driving (or supposed to be)!! Then that whole scene changed and I was at some town with my sister's softball team. Bailee wasn't there. We ended up here because that's where my mom drove us to. We knew that Bailee's house was East, up the road (or atleast I did) and we were sorta on the East side of this town. It's strangely sunny and calm. There was and orange sense, like this might be earlier in the morning. We all walk west up the road. We find someone (The Mayor wearing a blue suit?) who is surrounded by a few other people. We ask him (them?) what town we're in. He says something, but i don't hear him. We walk away, back towards the car. I keep thinking I'm going to have to drive (we still (for some reason) need to get to Bailee's house). Then I ask my sister what the Mayor said. "Farville." Then my alarm went off...

Notes...

The town (Farville) scene had a feeling of being lost, and maybe a hint of sadness. It was gloomy.

Well I decided I would write in my DV dream journal again because I just thgought I'd be cool. Got a problem hater!

This was only a fragment from last night. Ok so I was in someone's house and it was time for everyone to go to bed. However this house had the weirdest design I have possibly ever seen. There were stairs in the middle of the main floor to go up to some sort of loft. This is where things got kind of weird. Some odd skeleton guy was getting really sangry in the upstairs loft and he wasnt allowing anyone to sleep. AT one point he even pulled out a knife and said some random gibberish. I think he was threating some people. Well I left that place and went to go sleep somewhere else. I ended up in some dorm room. People were already asleep, so I crept in slowly to find a spot to catch some zzs. This never ended up happening because it turned morning shortly after and everyone in the room was wondering what I was doing there. This is about all I remeber.

Date: 08-29-10
Length: 5 Minutes
Vividness: 10/10

I woke up on the living room couch to the sound of knocking on the front door.
People came in.
Then a really weird thing happened, the exact same event looped over, people knocked and came in again.
I thought to myself how weird this was, and how it doesn't make sense in real life so I thought, "This must be a dream!"

I became lucid

I opened my eyes and saw the living room wall all distorted and messed up, then everything went normal again…

I thought I was in my actual living room, awake.
I got up thinking to myself about how I could've let yet another lucid dream slip from me.
I ran over to my sister Marin, and told her all about it…
Then I woke up in real life.

-frenchblablabla

It's weird, if you read my other dream journals you'd know that all my lucid dreams are like part of a series. I choose what I want to dream about since i have lucid dreams every night. The only way I can really fall asleep is if i have an interesting topic. Since my brain never shuts down and i am conscious throughout the night I have to be interested in what I am dreaming about to fall asleep or else it is like reading a really boring book. That's is where my love for sleep comes. It's like, since all my dreams are so interesting and I can manipulate them to what I like and what my interests are, i become sort of obsessed with finding time to sleep. I can sleep for up to 20 out of 24 hours because i have full control over my own conscious mind. I go home, i sleep. time for dinner, i eat do my hw and sleep. All that sleeping so what? I can escape from the real world? That's what I am trying to figure out. Since my "world" is almost like a utopia with everything my mind and myself want in it I like it more then being awake. Often times I can manifest dialogue in my head when I'm awake, though no images. It's almost like daydreaming. It can affect my life and my motivation to do anything. Is it like that with anyone else who has lucid dreams on a regular basis??

I was having a party at my house. People were starting to arrive. My friend Julia texted me, saying her mom wanted to know who was coming and something about one of Julia's friends Ellie. My friend Kat texted me, saying her and my other friend Mina couldn't find my house. Unfortunately, I fell asleep and my phone died before I could respond. When I woke up, I turned on my phone to see the battery was somehow recharged without me charging. I walked into the living room. Three girls were asleep on the couches. I called Kat. She said it got really late so she was going to come in her pajamas.

Small trailer

I was outside walking with Rex and Kevin and it was very dark outside. I had the feeling that it was very late. Kevin was about to come to the small house where Rex and I had been staying. We lived in a small, grounded trailer with a lot of other people. It was late at night and everybody inside was sleeping. We walked in and Kevin asked if he could drink some of our liquor and I said yes. He then said that he wouldn't be staying and would go back home afterward. I told him that I didn't like people coming just to drink our liquor and taking advantage of us. He then started to play an upbeat song on acoustic guitar. There were now many larger girls who were sitting on our beds, completely naked.

I was standing at the edge of a curb holding up a sign and picketing with a group of other people because some contractors were violating our civil rights. The contractors hired hitmen to take us down. Our group ran to the inside of a building, down the stairs, and into a dark basement where we took cover. The basement was shaped like a pentagon and had doors on each side. In the middle of the room was an old couch. The assassins came out of the door and starting firing their guns at us. I ran to the edge of the staircase and hid behind the wall, waiting for any shadows to give me cue to shoot.

"The girl here, I took out all her fingers at a buffet once," I heard one of the female assassin's voice say to another. I looked down at my hands, they looked completely normal. I wasn't missing any fingers...

The lady comes around the corner and I shot at her, but my bullets went right through her! I shot her again and she laughed at how she is unaffected. Invincible.

I ran up the stairs of the basement. The carpeted stairs became hard rock and I felt as if I was running up the steps of a castle. The stairs whipped around tightly like a lighthouse staircase. I finally came to the top of the stairs and into a room where I saw my mother sleeping on a bed. I went into the other room and say myself sleeping on a bed...Wait, what?

Morning of June 6, 2010. Sunday.

Dream #: 15,875-07. Reading time: 20 sec.



I am in the lounge room of our present home in the evening. I am aware a stranger is in our house and had been in our kitchen and opened our refrigerator. When I am in bed, I notice Mr. Bean (Rowan Atkinson) had fallen asleep on our couch, holding a teddy bear. I am annoyed by the imposition. (The couch is in the wrong orientation. It faces south instead of north.) I consider it may be someone pretending to be Mr. Bean (though I remain uncertain).

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Night of January 2, 1970. Friday.



This dream was more likely into the very early morning of the next day, perhaps around one or two am of the (beginning of) third of January. In my dream, I am aware that I am “sleeping” on my right side and oriented with my head to the north though the bed is in the southwest corner of my room and aligned against the west large jalousie windows. The time in my dream probably reflects the same time it is in reality. Even though I am apparently “sleeping” I am still aware of a scene (still in my dream-body as such - in my in-dream “sleeping” role yet somehow fully aware at the same time), of a shadowy unknown presence moving quickly into my room, a bony hand (seemingly of an adult - I am only nine at the time) gripping me on my left shoulder, me suddenly being aware and “waking” and turning around to look - and yet the presence, perhaps a human being, is gone immediately. I am left with a strange feeling on who it could have been - perhaps my future self with an important “message” for me, but the “other older me” left because I was asleep - but in contemplation, no human being could move that fast - though there is no stronger fear or concern remaining in my thoughts a short time later.

This is a rather unique dream in that it was a directly self-fulfilling “anniversary” type where, in 1977 on January 2, my dream reversed the roles; that is, I dreamt of touching a younger version of me on the left shoulder while in my Cubitis bedroom in the exact same setting and feeling of time. I do not really see this mundane connection of a self-fulfilling dream as remotely odd or unexplainable (even though others had when I was younger), especially in regards to the thousands of my dreams that did have unexplainable aspects concerning remote-viewing and precognition, which were always validated in very interesting ways.

The name of the second movie on “Shock Theatre” this night was called “The Clutching Hand”, though I did not see it or know of its plot (I sometimes fell asleep before the second feature started), so the title alone could have been the trigger for this dream, though again, it was not horror-related.