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Someone was making a new version of Lord of the Rings. it was turning out horrible. The orcs were basically people dressed up in chimpanzee suits. Sauron was a huge ugly monster and he had a wife. He ate his own spit.

I was sent to live in a bookstore. There was an all-boys' section. As sort of a personality test and to see if I had what it took to live there I had to fight a Pokémon boss battle. I did horribly. Some obese teenager pushed me over from behind. I remember being a bit surprised by that.

A screaming man came riding over a hill on a tractor and started shooting maniacally at me with a machine gun. I ducked underneath a car for protection and started saying my prayers.

Date: 7 May

During day: Re-energized by consuming lots of fruits

Pre bed: 3mg melatonin

WBTB duration: 16 mins, woke myself too much, hard time falling back asleep

WBTB: 2x peppermint oil tablets (200mg each)

Recall method: Woke pen-noted an almost illegible description during WBTB for Dream2, briefly reviewed in mind when back to bed

Fragment1: A large spider and then other insects, one was like a bee, I am trying to kill them, smashed them successfully

Dream2 DILD: My father has given me the task of preparing some kind of report for him. I am browsing in a chemistry textbook with different substances and after each substance there is a lengthy regression. My father wants a list of the substances only, which I don't think is right. He is annoyed that I am so slow and still not ready. I move on and jump over some furniture and see my grandma. I begin to explain that the regressions are the most important part in this report.

I continue on my way, and now am in something similar to a trailer with a friend of mine. Obviously she is keeping some items of mine there, one carton box with my stuff, that I want to take on my way. We talk about something. I notice that there is a wounded cheetah on the table. Actually there is no sign of wound but I know it is tired. I play with its tail, and caress it. It purrs and gently rubs its soft head and body on my hand. It is very enjoyable for both of us. I discuss the cheetah with someone, pointing out that it is the fastest creature on earth.



I then move on, I find myself in another place and someone tells me that my friends, and lists a number of people I supposedly know, are dead in another part of the city. Obviously machines have taken over the city and are destroying it. I look outside the window and see construction machines falling into an abyss. I have a bit of a paranoia from the machines because I know that they will soon come to destroy this part of town. I become desperate and say something like " I am so tired of such situations when I think that I am dreaming, but I am not, later it is a dream, then it is not!". I decide it is time to leave the place, and walk out a door. I notice a coca cola label sticker, but there is a poem on it. Perhaps I should leave something behind, I wonder, but there really is no point.

I am going to fly scout the area, to see if the machines are still in that part of town. I stretch my hands horizontally, like a cross, and then lift off in this position. I have good control of my movement this time, but still flying too high is a bit of challenge, it has to do with the vision of the ground below me.

It is hard to look down and perceive the flight distance and control the flight at the same time, but I fly in the direction that I desire. I am also lucid at this point. At above skyscraper height, I fly now forward, over an area with some water, HK in my mind, and look for a place to land. I have completely forgotten about the machines. Then the word "tasks" emerges in my mind and I remember I have work to do. For a second the thought crosses my mind that I may not have the time to do any tasks, but then answer myself that DV people won't mind that because I still had a good time flying.

As I land, I feel some kind of a string release me, I am then on the ground. I look at the DC in front of me. He is rather unpleasant but I accept this, his faces changes and he is now more beautiful and smiling. There is a DC woman to my left, but I pay little attention to her. I think at that point I may have had the gut feeling that this dream is coming to an end, and decide to stabilize before starting on any tasks. I remember to shout something and it feels a bit more stable. Then I throw myself on the ground, feel it as much as possible with my hands, little stones, etc. and as if that isn't enough, I decide to lick the ground. I also lick some kind of trash a blue thread, it tastes like rubber. I find this last part disgusting and decide to spit out. Saliva comes out of my mouth and at that moment I feel my physical lips moving. Before I have any time to react I find myself in my bed, still with my eyes closed, but very aware of my physical body. I feel there is no point to DEILD so I head for the journal.

Note: This wake was a few minutes before the WBTB alarm. I decide to use this wake as WBTB, take notes, visit restroom, wonder whether I should try the menthol tablets, have two tablets. The whole thing takes about 16 mins but I am too awake as I go back to bed. I wonder what to do from here...I decide I might cycle a bit to help me sleep but as I start with sight my mind shuts down and I begin drifting off, while still having awareness of my body. I cannot do even one cycle. It may sound like a good state to do WILD, but it isn't that good. I spent one hour in a semi-conscious borderline state where I occasionally saw and withdrew from dreamlets, yet wasn't dreaming, but rather laying there half-aware of my body and fully aware that I can't fall asleep. The tablets or the earlier wake gave me mild heartburn as well. I finally managed to fall asleep but then it was time to get up...

Dream3 mini-lucid: Together with some guys, this time we are on a flying machine, initially like a retro airplane, I am trying to control its movements, but it is hard. We are going to a conference related to technology, and approaching a block where this is taking place. I see a parking place for flying machines and land this now spacesuit? there. I hope nobody steals it while we are away. I look for number ten part of the building, we must be really close. There is also a McD in the building, which explains why there are so many people around. To my left is Justin Bieber, I am moderately happy. I am lucid for a very short while thinking about the peppermint oil tablets I took and whether they affect my experience. The alarm wakes me up.

Note: Happy about the first lucid, despite the fact that couldn't do any tasks. I feel this was at the end of the early more memorable REM cycles. The second lucid was very short so I am not including it in my count.

Last nights dreams

Dream 1

I am walking up a road, I can only move very slowly, like it's a big effort. I get to the top of the road and to my right there are a load of heads popping up and down, they are all grouped together. I have to nod my head at them and each time I nod my head at one it goes down and stays down. I am now running further up the hill, I pass 3 people and I come to a big house like place, the dream now starts over again. I done this about 7 or 8 times over and over ((lol)).

Dream 2

I am at an outdoor Market, I am looking around, there are lots of tanks all stacked on-top of each other, fish tanks with all different kinds of fish in them, but they are strange fish, fish I have never seen before. There is a woman with shoulder length curly brown hair in-charge, she is wearing jeans and either a green or blue t-shirt. I decide to buy 3 fish that I have seen. 2 were long snake like fish, can't remember what the other fish was like, maybe fat. I go into an indoor Market like place, I tell someone about the fish that I had bought, I also tell them that I have to go and get my fish. The pathway between the 2 markets is now full of water, I thought it was ok so I walked so far across then I found that the water had got too deep for me, I am fighting to stay above it. A man comes toward me, he throws me a wire and pulls hard, he drags me out and saves me. I am now worrying about my fish, I remember that when I bought them the lady took them out of the tank and left them ontop of it. I think "I have to get the fish and put them into water or they will die". I get to the indoor market again, there are also lots of cages in there aswell now. I can see a big digger outside I ask a man about it and he ignores me. I jump onto the digger and try to work it ((Don't know why I done this)) I can't figure it out so I shout to another man on my left "Do you know how to work this?", he says "pull that lever forward and press the button", I say "Ohh yeah, thanks", I move the digger and now feel happy ((again don't know why)) I am now in the indoor market again, I am looking for my fish but there are so many in the tanks and I don't know which ones are mine. I see mine on top of the tank, I panick and pick it up, the fish looks at me and says "you can call me Bob!" ((LMFAO)) I'm amazed because my fish can talk and I go around telling everyone. I look for my other snake like fish and manage to spot it in a tank. I take my fish out of the water and hold it, it keeps biting at my leg and it really hurts it's really snapping at me , so I wrap it in a brown coat, like a mac thing and hold it. It's head is still slightly sticking out because I didn't want to suffocate it ((lol)) . I now take the fish to my tank, I put one of them in and then i go. I now remember that I didn't put the other fish in so I rush back and find my other 2 fish on top of the tank, they have both dried out and are like dry leaves. I look and decide to put them in the tank anyway and they begin to go normal again and swim ((lol)) I now start to worry about what they feed these fish and know that they are hungry. ((dream skip)) I am back at the market where I bought the fish, I ask the woman "what food shall I get for the fish I bought?" she say's "I don't know" The woman then fills a small sock like thing with Brown, Black and Yellow mush and she gives it to me for them.

Dream 3

I am with my sister and someone else. We are looking in a massive clothes store, I see a small handbag, it is black with red roses on, I go over and admire it and say "Ohh look at this it's beautiful, It's a good one by a proper designer not cheap rubbish! ((lol)) ((dream skip)) I am now in a waterworld inside the store I can see 2 pools and a big water slide, my sister has got her costume on and has jumped in the pool. ((dream skip)) I have my swimming costume on and I'm at the top of the water slide, I go down and land in the pool. There are lots of people here, Men, Women and children all splashing about having fun!. I now have to get through from this pool to the next pool, there is only 1 way through, it's a very, very small gap in the wall, I didn't want to go through because it is soo tight and there is also a collection of everybody elses spit around it. The gap was just below water level. I swam under the water and through the gap and came up on the other side. I feel sick because the spit is all bubbly and all around me, it's touching me ((urghhhhh)) . There is a woman and a child passing me, they are going through to the pool that I have just came from but they don't seem bothered like I was. I am in the next pool and I can hear music playing, it's Madonna but not sure what song. There is a lad in the pool, an old school friend that I don't like much, he comes over and says hello and puts his arm around me. He then gets out of the pool and stands on the side, he has a microphone in his hand now and tries to sing, he sounds bloody awfull...he then publically congratulates me ((not sure why)), and everyone claps, the Madonna music gets louder, and I begin to enjoy myself a bit ..then I wake up!

There was more to the beginning but I do not remember what it is.

The first part I remember was standing in front of a table with strange displays of different types of dirt in large amounts. We were told to find these worm-like things in the dirt. I saw one sticking out of one of the clumps of dirt and grabbed it. I showed it to whoever was asking us to search for them and he told me that it was the wrong kind and that I was holding a leech. I quickly threw it to the center of the table and began searching again. The worms he was looking for where about half the size and were thicker on one end. There was suddenly (a zelda esk) radar on the left part of the "screen" that showed the leeches as blue dots and the worm things as white dots. I continued gathering until the dream changed.

I was trying to talk to someone (all I remember is that she was a mother) when I had a bad taste in my mouth or something and turned to spit. I spit and spit but it still tasted bad and I felt nauseous. Slowly the spit was getting bigger until it was a stream of liquid, like I was barfing with out hacking, it was just leaking out of me.

The dream shifted, but continued, to me talking on the phone with one of the mothers kids. I forget what she said, but she told me something that made me realize who was the murderer in a current mystery. It was her mother that I had talked to earlier, and her little sister. I run out of the room to a group of people and tell them who the murderer is, but no one is listening. One motions to a little girl, and I know it is the little sister, but she is 3 years old. I am confused and put the phone back to my ear to talk to the girl again, but the line is dead, no static, nothing. I know that she is dead and become frantic, yelling at people to call the police, that she just got killed. No one listens. I tell them that I do not know her address and have no information to tell the police, but I know they do. I beg them to help her but I am ignored again.

I try to go into the settings of my phone to find the address but I can't figure out how to get to the menu. (I am horrible with phones irl) I try to get someone to help me find it an write it down for the police, so I can tell them where she lives. One person gets me a piece of paper and a pencil, but no one helps me with the phone.

I am freaking out because I don't know what happened to her, and what the killer is doing.
I gun shot rings out, a bullet flying past me, and I take off down the hallway, the girls dad in pursuit. I go into the first door I see, close it, and sit against the inside of it. There is a thin window the same height of the door connected to the side of the door frame closer to the door knob. I am sure that it is enough room for him to aim his gun at me and shoot through the glass, but I can not move because he could get in.

I hold still and close my eyes, hoping for him to shoot and for me to die quickly and painlessly, so it could all be over. He does not use his gun but pushes on the door, bending it in like it was elastic, and walks in the door bending back in place.

I am terrified. He stands still and motions to the other room. I know it is a bedroom and I know he plans to rape me. I sit in shock saying "no" over and over to myself.

Luckily I was able to forcibly wake myself up somehow before anything happened.

NON-LUCID LUCID MISSED DREAMSIGNS

I went to D-Mission (the cybercafe I used to go years ago), with Javier (my brother) and Gonzalo (a friend). We played Counter-Strike a while, and I've seen some magazines. I asked the employee about the price of Jedbangers magazine, She said me It costs $5. We went out. I count my cash: I had five pesos and some coins for the bus. I say to my brother "wait me a minute", and I go to buy the Jedbangers.

"One Jedbangers, please". She gave me the bill, but It says $11! . Now, she says that I have to pay that $11 before leaving the place. I say "You said me $5, so I'll pay You $5", and she spits a bunch of bullshit trying to force me to pay that $11". So, I had no choice but go with her boss to tell him the problem.

Right after that, I'm walking in the street with the the boss. I tell him the problem, and He says "do You have the bill?". Suddenly, we are alone in the cybercafe, looking for the bill. He says "hey, I found it". Surprisingly, now the bill says $5!.

We are back in the street again, and He says "The ticket says $5, so go back to the cybercafe and tell her I say You're only going to pay $5".

Now, I'm walking back to the cybercafe, when all becomes strange. "Wait a minute, I've seen this before, It's the sunlight entering through thw window... I'm am dreaming! I realized I missed a lot of dream signs (those in red). Damn sunlight, It will keep bothering me, so let's finish this quickly". I decide to enjoy that too much as I can, and what could be more enjoyable than shouting and spitting right to the face of that annoying girl?

I go right to her. She looks terrified, like knowing what to expect. I start hitting the desk with my fists, then I shouted and spitted right to her face, reproaching that "I was right, I was right, I WAS RIGHT!" . I paid the $5 and grabbed the magazine. That was amazing!

Then, I could wake up knowing that I've reached my goal.

BONUS: Then, I bought a Jedbangers IRL. I paid $12.

PS: that guy in the picture is an argentinian actor, Alfredo Castellani, and "the boss" looked like him.

Spoiler for spanish version, with more details (quote from my Facebook page):

Se me ocurrió ir a D-Mission, entonces le dije a Gonzalo y a Javi y fuimos a viciar un toque.

Yo en la máquina 13, Gonzalo en la 12 y Javi en la 11 (El que fué alguna vez a D-Mission podrá acordarse tal vez que la máquina 13 es la última de la fila). Bueno, al lado de la máquina 13 había un puestito de revistas medio improvisado, entonces mientras viciaba podía chusmear que revistas habían. Ví por ahí una revista Jedbangers, y recordé que un amigo me dijo que me la compre porque había una nota interesante sobre géneros raros del Metal. Le pregunte a la mina que atendía cuanto estaba la Jed, $5 me dijo.

Salimos del cyber. Saludé a Gonzalo (porque el se iba para el otro lado) y después de contar la plata ($5 y monedas pal colectivo, llegaba justo) le dije a Javi "bancame un toque". Entré, le pedí una Jedbangers y me hizo el ticket.

- Cuánto está entonces?.
-$11.
- Pero si me habías dicho $5...
- No, $11 está.
- Nono, me habías dicho $5.
- Mirá te explico: La revista está $7, pero este mes no llegaba y la tuve que pedir por encargo, entonces me llegó 2 semanas tarde y por eso tiene $4 mas de recargo.
- Pero si me dijiste $5, ahora me la tenés que cobrar $5.
- No, está $11 te dije, y ya te hice el ticket pos $11 así que hasta que no pagues no te vas de acá.

Se escucha la puerta cerrándose...

- Ya vas a ver, me voy a quejar con el encargado.

Estoy caminando en la calle, hablando con el encargado sobre esto que me pasó. Le explico la situación, a lo que lo primero que me dice es "tenés la factura?". En ese momento caigo "uhh no me digas, no me hizo la factura!", pero le digo "si, fijate por ahí". Volvemos al cyber y revisamos el mostrador (la cajera no estaba). De repente me dice "acá está", y levanta una factura de de esas de hoja encha con abujeritos en los costados (escrito así a propósito, no me vayan a criticar después). Volvemos a caminar por la calle y sigue la charla.

- Entonces?
- Mirá, primero te dijo que estaba $5, y la factura dice $5, así que te tiene que cobrar $5. Andá y decile que te dice el encargado que te tiene que cobrar $5.
- Ok, gracias capo y disculpa que te joda.

Entonces voy caminando de regreso a DM, y se pone todo mas claro, como si se impusiera firme el sol que acecha el Sahara. Entonces siento otro yo... claro, era el yo de mi cama, y no el que estaba a 20 cuadras en el cyber.
Ahí comienzo a razonar: ...hace bocha que no voy a D-Misison... ...nunca iría con Gonzalo sin llamar antes a alguno de los viciosos mas cercanos... ...como podía estar el puesto de revistas ahí, no taparía el paso a las máquinas del fondo?... ...D-Mission nunca tuvo cajera, siempre atienden viciosos u otakus... ...la salida de DM no encaja con la cuadra de Marcos Computación... ...la parada del colectivo queda del otro lado de las vías... ...tiene DM precisamente "encargado" que no sea Jorge?... ...claro, por eso el encargado es el tipo que hace de representante de Juan Perugia... ...por eso saltamos directo a la calle, directo al cyber y directo a la calle de nuevo... ...por eso la factura primero era ticket finito, después la creía inexistente y al final pasó a ser de las otras...

Conclusión: estaba soñando. Al alcanzar el estado lúcido todo comenzó a devanecerse, tanto por no entrenar la concxiencia en los sueños como por la luz que entraba por la ventana. Ya no valía la pena intentar mantener un sueño que se alejaba cada vez mas solo para intentar cosas que se que a la larga vos a lograr, así que solo me dispuse a llegar al desenlace. Recuperé algo del sueño, las imágenes se volvieron un poco mas nítidas, pero solo por unos segundos. Predije que eso iba a pasar, y por lo tanto me apuré a entrar el cyber, y de un vistazo ya estaba golpeando el mostrador furioso y gritándole a la empleada, que no podía reaccionar. Luego solo recuerdo estar parado afuera, el mismo escenario en donde había contado las monedas, pero esta vez con la revista. Eso da por hecho que cumplí mi cometido, entonces miré el reloj, sin prestar atención a la hora, y desperté voluntariamente.

Yapa: al día siguiente, me compré una Jedbangers para "conmemorar" el objetivo cumplido. Estaba a $12